The Mistress, The Sub & The Femboy

Author's Note: this is a femdom story at heart, but is in this category due to explicit M/M sex and forced bi themes. This story is dedicated to Mistress Lexxi, who came up with the basic idea.

I still hadn't gotten used to the thrill, the electric shiver down the back of my neck, the flighty flustered feeling radiating through my body, that a simple text could bring.

Not just any text, of course. A text from her.

It had gotten to the point that a message from anyone else left me crestfallen; all I wanted was to hear from her, no matter what it was that she sent. It could be a casual 'how are you', a message about her day, a teasing task that sent my mind spiraling into desire -- it didn't matter. It was enough just to feel connected to her.

That day's message, though, was unlike any other. Three simple words I will never forget:

tonight's the night

This was a code, of sorts, a cipher whose meaning she had only partly revealed. My Mistress knew every secret desire I'd never been able to tell another woman, every possible scenario I'd dreamt of or quietly yearned for, and she'd told me to be prepared. I wouldn't know when to expect it, or exactly which of these many fantasies it would be when the time came. I only had to know that I trusted her completely, that I would be safe, and that she would push me to my limits to give her what she wanted -- which, deep down, she knew was what I wanted most.

That simple text, and the promise it carried within it, set my heart racing. I was already stiffening with desire, my manhood pressing desperately into the seat of my jeans, my face flushed red and heart pounding in my ears. I took a deep breath to collect myself. There were some preparations to be done, after all. My Mistress and I had an understanding, a protocol, to ensure I would be ready to please her the most, regardless of what she had in store for me. I would need to shave, to put on the outfit she'd already picked out for me, and be at her apartment by 7.

The hours went by, a blur of quickened heartbeats, shallow breath, growing excitement.

* * *

The clothes she'd picked out for me were like an old school butler's outfit: a white dress shirt with a black bow tie, dark slacks, black leather dress shoes impeccably shined. Underneath it all, I had on nothing but knee-high sporty cotton socks, plain white except for a ribbon of blue around the top. Without underwear on, the material of the slacks was rough against my skin, making me feel sensitive, exposed. Right where she wanted me to be.

My heart was racing when I turned up at her door and rang the bell. Though she'd been my Mistress for a few months, she'd only allowed me here once before; I had come over to cook for her and help clean her apartment in preparation for a party (to which I was not invited). My mind drifted for a moment back to that day, to the sweet submissive feeling of being useful for her, the way her eyes lit up when she tasted the meal I'd made her, or her simple 'thank you' when I was done cleaning.

And there had been her reward, of course. She'd allowed me to kneel at her feet and give each of her perfect pale toes one singular kiss - not a lick, not a suck, only a kiss. Then she'd patted me on the head, told me I was a good boy, and sent me on my way, filled with the heat of submission and unfulfilled desire...

The door opening snapped me out of my reverie and I came back to the present, taking a deep breath. I was expecting to see my beautiful goddess behind the opening door, but instead I found myself face to face with a man I'd never met. He was a bit shorter than me, with curly sandy-brown hair, lightly tanned skin, light blue eyes set in an angular, almost androgynous face, his cheeks so smooth that he could have been wearing makeup. I glanced down and noticed that he was wearing the same butler outfit as I was, except his bowtie was red.

"You must be Aiden?" he said, softly, his voice a bit higher than I'd expected.

"I am."

"Mistress told me to expect you." He seemed nervous, his face a bit flushed, and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a deep breath. "I'm Addison. Come in, come in. She is waiting for you upstairs."

Mistress told me ... I knew, of course, that she had many other submissives, both here in the city and spread across the world online, but I had yet to meet or interact with another. Unwittingly I felt a twinge of jealousy rush through me, turning my face crimson, but I fought it back. More submissives meant more pleasure for her, and that was all that mattered, in the end. Would it displease her, if she knew I was jealous of this other servant of hers? Or would she find it amusing? I didn't know.

Addison turned, beckoning me in, and clambered up the stairs to her apartment. I couldn't help but notice his round butt filled his slacks, much more so than mine did; he almost looked like a woman, hips swaying above me as he stepped up. Blushing now for a different reason, I followed him. It wasn't like me to notice that in other men, but there was something different about him.

The sounds of laughter and loud voices filtered down the stairs, growing louder as Addison opened the door and beckoned me inside. Mistress was having a party! I stepped into her living room, my eyes searching for her, as if I was looking for the center of the solar system, the point around which everything else revolved. Her apartment was as immaculate as I remembered it, tastefully decorated, and the air smelled faintly like perfume and scented candles; some soft atmospheric music was playing, low in the background, a drum and bass line giving a beat to the evening.

Finally I saw her. She was standing at the doorway to the kitchen, her back to me, laughing as she talked to a tall woman in a red cocktail dress standing next to her. Her fingers brushed against the woman's arm, a flash of red-painted nails catching the light. I noticed that the woman wore a red masquerade half-mask, hiding her face between her nose and forehead.

My Mistress was wearing a black dress, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back, with flares of her pink underlights shooting through her hair and catching the light; my eyes traced her figure down, worshipfully, lingering on her knee-high suede black boots with stiletto heels. They're the ones I had bought for her -- had practically begged her to let me buy for her, in fact. I'd never seen her wear them before. Between the hem of her skirt and the tops of her boots, a few inches of her bare thigh were visible, pale and perfect.

My breath caught in my throat when she turned to look at me, her forehead fringed by dark bangs, her bright pink-dyed tendrils framing her cheeks. The warm light in the apartment reflected off the silver septum ring dangling from her nose; shone from the dark red lipstick that painted her full lips; but most of all it glittered in her dark eyes, which caught me and held me transfixed, rooted to the spot like frozen prey, able only to take in her beauty without thought or movement.

A delicate eyebrow raised slightly as she saw me, her glance moving up and down my frame. She nodded with slight approval and beckoned me towards her, a finger curling in a come-hither gesture that pulled me in like I was caught on an invisible line. I walked towards her, struggling just to remember how to breathe, how to put one foot in front of the other...

When I got close to her I stopped, and waited, glancing up at her nervously. When we met in person, she always spoke first; I was to wait until she acknowledged me.

A slight smile parted her red lips, revealing a flash of white teeth behind. Her eyes glimmered with some unknowable look -- satisfaction, perhaps, or mischievousness, or maybe even a hint of desire. No, no, surely I was imagining that.

"Right on time, Aiden," she said, her voice soft and sensual, her slight accent coloring my name with a different lilt, one that always made my heart flutter in my chest. She took a step towards me and extended her delicate hand, allowing me to kiss it, like a lady from some forgotten age of romance. I took her hand gently in mine, her skin warm and soft against my fingers, and bent down, pressing my lips against the back of her hand. Her perfume smelled like citrus, patchouli, honey, musk; a heady mix that made my head spin.

"Of course, Mistress Lexxi," I managed. "I wouldn't dream of being late."

She smiled again, pulling her hand back. "You will be serving me and my guests tonight. Hors d'oeuvres, cocktails; anything they need." She stepped in closer, her fingers brushing up my arm, pulling me down slightly so her lips were level with my ear as she whispered: "Anything they need. And after the party, you're going to serve me how you really want to, but you'll have to do it with someone else here, too. Do you understand?"

Goosebumps prickled down my arms, an involuntary shiver running down my spine. I had dreamt of this moment for a long time, of the opportunity to serve her, and I almost couldn't believe the moment had come. My heart was beating so fast I was certain she could hear it.

"Yes, Mistress, I understand," I stammered. "And t-thank you, Mistress."

"Good boy," she whispered, and the praise made my belly warm with pride, even as it stiffened my member, which brushed uncomfortably against the rough slacks. I put my hands over my crotch to hide it, bowing slightly to her.

I'm sure she noticed; her eyes flashed down, then up to mine again, but she didn't acknowledge it. Instead she waved me towards the kitchen and then turned, re-engaging with the woman next to her in rapid-fire Spanish. The woman glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and laughed. My face burned as I walked into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Addison was preparing a platter of appetizers: spinach puffs, egg rolls, cheese and olives. His face was as flushed as my own must have been. For a moment, we locked eyes, a certain shared understanding passing between us. We would have to work as a team to please our Mistress.

I took the platter and carried it back into the living room. There were only four guests, not counting the Mistress, Addison, and myself; two women, and two men. They were all dressed semi-formally: cocktail dresses for the women, slacks and button-downs for the men. Like the woman who had been talking to Mistress, all of them wore half-masks, leaving the bottom half of their faces uncovered but obscuring their identities. I wondered if perhaps I knew someone in this room; that they recognized me, but I could not recognize them. The thought was frightening and thrilling all at once, but I trusted my Mistress. If someone was here, that meant they must be trustworthy.

I patrolled the room, offering snacks to the guests, trying to get a sense for who they might be, and how they might know my Mistress. Their conversations were all in Spanish, and I cursed myself yet again for my ineptitude with languages; I only could pick up on bits and pieces, here and there, and they spoke too fast for me to catch much. Occasionally I would catch someone glancing at me, man or woman, a faint glimmer shining in their eyes behind the masks.

"Un carajillo," someone said in my ear, and I turned, meeting the expectant gaze of one of the male guests, who was taller than me; he wore a grey dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing curling black chest hair beneath. His mask was grey, too, exactly the same shade as his shirt. For a moment I didn't understand, and an eyebrow raised beneath his mask, his foot tapping expectantly. I realized he was ordering a drink.

"Yes, of course, sir, right away," I said, rushing into the kitchen to make an espresso and prepare the cocktail. More drink orders came in, some directly from the guests, others relayed to me by Addison. I spent the next few minutes rushing to and fro, delivering glasses, receiving curt nods -- or no acknowledgment at all -- for my efforts. No one attempted to engage me in conversation. After all, why should they? I was the help.

Finally, at some signal from Mistress Lexxi, the guests filed into the living room and took their seats around a large coffee table. Mistress sat on the end of a black leather couch, with the woman in the red dress by her side, and a man in a black shirt at the other end; the other two guests sat across from them, on another couch. The man in grey who had ordered the cocktail sat next to a woman in a green dress. Her mask, too, matched her dress; all of theirs did. I realized a great deal of coordination had gone into this evening, and I still wasn't sure why.

To my surprise, Addison emerged from behind me carrying a large orange box with the words Terraforming Mars in white block letters. They were going to play a board game! While the man in grey and the woman in green started setting up the board on the coffee table, I noticed Mistress Lexxi beckon me again.

I was by her side in a flash. "Yes, Mistress?"

"Kneel in front of me," she said, gesturing to the floor between her couch and the coffee table. I sank to my knees, face flushing. It felt so good to kneel in front of her, to show her how quickly I would respond to her commands, without questioning, without thinking.

She said something to the woman in red, who opened her purse. Mistress reached inside it, and pulled out two leather collars, attached to fine silver chain-link leashes and with silver tags dangling from their fronts; one collar was black, the other red. That mischievous little smile turned up the corner of her lips again; I realized she was beckoning Addison, too, who came and sank to his knees next to me.

Wordlessly, she reached towards me with the black collar, showing me the tag. It read Aiden, property of ML. A flash of desire wracked my body, a desire so deeply ingrained that it wasn't even sexual; it went beyond the flesh and somewhere into the spirit, into the part of me that yearned to please her, and to be controlled. I had never been so excited by an object in my life.

She watched me, our eyes locked, and I couldn't say what she saw in my eyes; she seemed to consider me for a moment, then smiled again, and laid the collar around my neck. Her hair brushed against my skin as she clasped it shut behind my neck; her fingers slid down the chain, away from me, until she held the leather grip of the chain in her lap, the chain extending between her hand and my neck like a bridge illuminated in the night. She tugged, gently, and it pulled my head towards her.

I realized, dumbly, that my cock was impossibly hard, creating an undoubtable tent in the front of my slacks. The woman in red saw it plainly, and giggled, a hand covering her mouth. I flushed with embarrassment.

Mistress repeated the ritual with Addison, locking the collar around his neck; I saw his face flush with the same desperate desire that I must have worn plainly on my own. His bulge was clearly visible too, the material of his slacks so thin that I could see the outline of his head clearly in relief against them; I realized I was staring and turned away, catching Mistress's eyes. She had seen me staring.

"Good boys," she said. "While my friends and I play, you are to serve their every need. Whoever serves us the best will earn a reward when the night is finished." She tugged on Addison's leash, encouraging him to stand, and then curled the leash in languid circles around his neck, wrapping it lightly so that the handle of the leash hung by his shoulder, instead of dragging on the ground. "He needs another drink," she said, pointing at the man in grey. Addison nodded and went to the kitchen.

Her attention returning to me, Mistress tugged on the leash, turning me slightly so that I was parallel to the couch, facing to her left. Then, with a theatrical sigh, she kicked up her legs and draped them over me, using my back as a stool; I felt the heel of her left boot teasing slightly against my shoulder, brushing across my back, before she crossed her ankles on top of me. I could feel her wiggling her toes inside her boots, her calves flexing against my back. "That's better," she said. "Doesn't my little Aiden make such a good foot stool?" She said it in English - for my benefit.

"He does," the woman in red agreed, a bit breathlessly. Her face was flushed beneath her mask.

They started to play, and for the next few minutes I was ignored, as a series of complex moves and rules were performed. I couldn't tell you a thing about how the game Terraforming Mars is actually played; I was too focused on the feeling of her legs on my back, occasionally shifting, uncrossing and recrossing. I had never felt like I belonged anywhere as much as I belonged there, beneath her feet. I tried to control my breathing, my excitement, and to ignore the desperate need for my relief that was starting to radiate from my groin.

Sometimes the distance from the coffee table made playing the game actually a bit awkward; occasionally I had to shift my weight and lift free one of my arms so that I could pass a piece or a tag back and forth. Out of the corner of my eye, I realized that at some point Addison had taken on the same role as I had: he was on all fours, with the man in grey's legs resting on top of him, brown leather shoes tapping against his back.

They fell back into a rhythm - chatting in Spanish, laughing at some joke, reacting to some moment in the game. I don't know how long this went on. It could have been minutes, or hours. I felt the heel of Mistress's boot tracing some lazy pattern on my shoulder; at one point, I felt it against my cheek, teasing ever so slightly towards my lips, and I wondered if she would make me suck on the heel of her boot, right there, in front of these people...

Abruptly I felt the heel drop away from my face as she shifted her weight, removing her legs from my back. I heard the click clack of both of her heels hitting the ground next to my leg. Then she tugged on my leash again, just roughly enough to make the collar tighten against my neck, and turned me back to face her. "Take off my boots," she whispered.

"Yes, Mistress." My hands shaking with excitement, I let my fingers brush up and down the soft suede of her right boot, searching longer than I needed to for the zipper; finding it, I pulled it down slowly, sensually, like a lover slipping his beloved out of her clothes. When the zipper reached her ankle, I tugged gently around the heel, freeing her boot. The long thigh section of the boot fell away from her leg, revealing her smooth, pale skin; her perfect foot emerged from the boot, small and dainty, the toes painted a bright red that matched her lipstick. Her toes flexed and wriggled, teasing me.

Instinctively I reached for her foot, but her left leg lifted up to stop me, the toe of her boot pressing gently against my forehead and pushing me back. She clicked her tongue, tsk tsk, chiding me gently, and pointed at the other boot.

I repeated the same movements, unzipping her, pulling the boot free from her foot; when both boots were removed, I reverently placed them out of the way under the coffee table. Despite my desire to kiss her feet, to show her how much I worshipped her, I sat back on my haunches instead, and waited for her instructions.

She watched me with satisfaction, giving me a little nod. "Lie down on your back, and turn so your head is close to me," she said. Again I obeyed without hesitation. The floor was firm and cool against my back; I rotated myself so that my feet were facing the coffee table, and my head was directly beneath her, between her legs. Her bare feet were on either side of my face, so close, so impossibly close, and she tapped a toe gently against the floor next to my ear, tap tap tap...

Finally, she lifted her feet, letting them graze against my shoulders, her toes brushing my ears, grazing my cheeks. Her soles were impossibly soft and smooth against my cheeks, and she let her toes curl against my nose, filling my senses with the scent of her - clean and sensual, a hint of soap mixed with a hint of musk. My cock strained painfully against my slacks as I breathed as deeply as I could. My face was so hot that I must have turned dark red; I couldn't imagine what her friends were thinking, playing their game while she rubbed her feet over my face.

My lips parted to plant a kiss on the arch of her foot, but as soon as I did she jerked her feet back up, away from my face. "Did I give you permission to kiss my feet, Aiden?"

"No, Mistress," I said, blushing.

She pressed her soles back onto my face, letting her feet wander up and down, sometimes shifting her weight so her toes could trace little circles across my forehead, or pressing my nose into her arches, or brushing her heel against my lips. It took all my effort to keep my mouth shut, to refrain from kissing her, from exploring her soft skin with my tongue...

All this time, the game was still being played, but I was oblivious to it. With her right foot covering my eyes, blocking my vision, I felt her left foot brush down my chin and press lightly against the collar around my neck. I couldn't see it, but I felt her toes playing with the tag on the collar, and heard its metallic jingling as she teased it with her toes. Then, softly at first but with ever-greater pressure, she started to press the ball of her foot against my throat, pushing down just hard enough that I felt the blood start to slow in my head, moving sluggishly, and the sweet pressure of her foot against my neck was like being choked, choked by a goddess. I was completely at her mercy, and she knew it.

Dimly, I heard a zipper opening somewhere else in the room.

Just before the pressure became too much, she released it, and both feet came back to rest on my face. "Lick," she whispered.

I opened my lips and pressed my tongue hungrily against her soft sole, tasting the salt of her skin, lapping at her, eager to please; she giggled, her toes wriggling, pressing her foot against my tongue, forcing me to explore every wrinkle of her sole, from her smooth heel to the ball of her foot. Angling her foot downward, she let me lick the pads of her toes, and I slid my tongue between them, desperate to lick every last part of her, hoping she enjoyed the sensation of my wet tongue between her toes as much as I did.

I became aware of a rhythmic slurping sound, unmistakable, and for a moment I thought it was coming from my own mouth, but no, the sound was coming from somewhere else. I put it out of my head, focusing on her feet, not even wondering what I looked like to the others in the room, lying there on the ground, my cock tenting in my slacks, shamelessly worshipping my mistress's feet.

She pulled her feet away from me again, letting them drop to the floor on either side of my head; she wriggled her toes underneath my head and pushed up slightly, encouraging me to crane my head forward. I opened my eyes -- at some point in my reverie of worship I had closed them -- and was shocked at the sight across from me.

Addison was kneeling between the man in grey's legs, his head bobbing up and down in the man's lap. I met the man's eyes and shivered, biting my lip at the look of desire that shone there. Above me, Mistress Lexxi shifted slightly; as if signalled, the man turned slightly, moving Addison to the side so I could take in the full view in profile.

The man's slacks had only been opened at the top, his cock and balls pushed through the fly of the pants; both seemed impossibly big, a long, thick shaft and heavy, hairless balls. The shaft was disappearing into Addison's mouth and emerging again as he fucked my fellow sub's throat; Addison's leash was dangling from the man's left hand, and now and then he tugged on it sharply, forcing Addison to go even deeper on his cock. Addison choked and spluttered, but did not stop sucking.

Mistress Lexi's feet shifted, and she tugged at my collar again, pulling me up from the floor. Now I was sitting in front of the couch, facing away from her; she wrapped one hand around my throat, pulling my head backwards and into her lap, so that I was looking up into her perfect face.

"I want you to go help Addison," she said. "Will you do that for me?"

I swallowed. She knew I'd fantasized about serving a man, but this... in front of these people...

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"So eager," she whispered, bending down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. "Go be a good boy for me."

My head spinning, I crawled on hands and knees to the other side of the couch. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the woman in green and the man in black were both at least pretending to still play the game, but they were watching us intently; they couldn't take their eyes off of Addison's lips around the man in grey's cock. Or off of me, crawling towards it.

I stopped and took one look behind me. Mistress's body had turned so that her legs were spread open on the couch; the woman in red was between her legs now, her face buried under Mistress's skirt, in a place I had not yet had permission to touch; Mistress was sighing with pleasure, her face flushed, but her head was still turned towards me. Watching me. Encouraging me. And she still held my leash in her hand; its chain was just long enough to allow me to reach the other couch.

I found myself staring face to face with the man's cock and balls while Addison's lips moved up and down his shaft. He was drooling, his spit all over the man's cock, making it shine in the light; he didn't even seem to stop for air. I realized that Addison was as desperate to worship this man's cock as I had been to worship Mistress's feet.

I stared at that big - God, impossibly big - cock sliding between Addison's lips. What was I supposed to do next?

"Kiss his balls," my Mistress said, her voice a little thick, a little rushed -- the woman between her legs was clearly having an effect on her, which made me darken with jealousy again. "Lick them."

Addison shifted to give me room. Taking one last fateful half-crawl to get close enough, I looked back at Mistress one more time. She was smiling at me, her face flush with pleasure, and she nodded, giving my leash a reassuring tug. Tilting my head to the side to stay out of Addison's way, I let my face fall forward and pressed my lips against the smooth skin of the man's balls.

They were hot to the touch, pulsing; I was shocked at how good his skin felt against my lips. I let my lips part and pressed my wet tongue against his balls, and the man groaned, shifting his hips slightly towards me, his cock twitching in Addison's mouth. His fingers cupped the back of my head, pulling my face closer, pressing my nose into his balls; they smelled like musk, saliva, sex; I gasped for air. My face was so hot, and I couldn't believe I was really doing this, doing this for my Mistress...

With an audible pop, the man's cock slipped free from Addison's mouth and towered at attention over my face as my tongue lapped at his balls. Addison was panting with exertion; out of the corner of my eye, I could see a dark spot on the front of his slacks, from where his precum must have been leaking.

"Suck his cock," my Mistress said. Addison's hand was wrapped around the base of that thick shaft, and he angled the man's cock towards me. The bright red head of his cock was shiny with spit, and a drop of precum was pooling from his slit, staring at me defiantly.

I took the plunge, my face moving up from his balls, feeling the heat radiating from his shaft. I pressed my tongue against his slit, tasting the salty thickness of his precum, which coated my tongue; I imagined what my Mistress was seeing, what she was thinking watching me do this; I wanted more. My lips parted and I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, impossibly hard but soft and velvety at the same time, with a bit of give underneath the pressure of my tongue; I wanted more. Leaning forward, I covered my bottom teeth with my tongue and opened my lips wide, straining to take more of his cock into my mouth; feeling the thickness of his shaft between my lips, against my tongue, hot and throbbing. I wanted more. I pushed as deep as I could, my eyes tearing, and then gagged and gasped for breath, pulling away. A string of saliva kept my lips connected to his cock, and I stuck my tongue out, licking up the underside of his shaft, feeling how it reacted and stiffened to my touch.

"That's nice," the man said, with a thick accent, "but your friend is better." He tugged on Addison's leash again. "More experienced cocksucker, yes?"

Addison whimpered and nodded.

The man pulled his cock away from me, and Addison back towards it; Addison opened his lips hungrily and took that cock in his mouth again, all the way down to the base, taking the whole length in his throat. I couldn't imagine how he could do it. I'd been struggling with just getting half of it in my mouth...

I looked back over my shoulder. Mistress had hiked up her skirt, to give the woman in red better access, and now her fingers were curled in the woman's hair, pulling her face against her pussy; I wished I could see more, catch a glimpse of my Mistress's lips, but the angle was impossible. She was still watching me, and tugged on my leash again. "His balls," she said.

While Addison's head bobbed up and down, slurping and sucking on the man's cock, I went back to work as my Mistress commanded me. I let my tongue rub up and down the man's soft balls, pausing for a moment in places where he seemed to react; I opened my lips and gently sucked, then wider, letting his heavy balls fill my mouth.

The man groaned and yanked Addison's leash, pushing his cock all the way down his throat and holding him there; he grunted, and I felt his balls spasm in my mouth as he came in Addison's, his shaft pulsing once, twice, three times, his balls flexing against my tongue. Addison slurped greedily, swallowing the load. The man pulled away from us both, sighing once. Addison looked up at him and opened his mouth, showing that he'd swallowed it all; the man nodded in approval.

My Mistress moaned. I turned back to see her thighs tightly wrapped around the woman's head, her fingers in the woman's hair, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she came. She lay there for a moment, panting; the woman sat back up, breathing heavily, her face flushed, her lips wet with my Mistress's pleasure. Again I felt a pang of jealousy. Would she ever let me serve her like that?

The room fell silent. The other two -- the man in black, the woman in green -- were flushed, and breathing heavily, but still clothed. Had they only been here to watch?

"We'd better finish the game," Mistress said. "Aiden, Addison, we need another round of drinks."

* * *

The rest of the evening drifted by in a blur, as if nothing had happened. As if the woman in red had not eaten my Mistress's pussy, as if the man in grey had not cum down Addison's throat, as if I had not... done what I did. The thought made me blush, but it had made me so hungry for more, too. The thought of Mistress commanding me, watching me, taking pleasure from me serving another man... I was uncomfortably aware of the wet spot my precum had created in my slacks.

Finally the game ended, and the guests began to trickle out, leaving together until only my Mistress, Addison and I remained. "Finish cleaning up, and then come kneel in front of me in the living room," she said, and we rushed to obey, putting away the food, washing glasses, tidying up.

When the task was done and we knelt in front of her, Mistress took both of our leashes in her hand, her dark eyes slipping back and forth from me to Addison, then back to me. "You did well tonight," she said, finally. "You made your Mistress very proud. My guests had a wonderful time. Next time they would like to see you do even more. I need to make sure have some practice, so you don't embarrass me." Then she rose, her bare feet flexing against the floor as she stood, and she tugged on our leashes. "Follow me into the bedroom. On your knees."

We crawled after her. The hardwood floor was rough against my knees, but I paid it no mind, drinking in the sight of her curves in front of me, barely contained by that tight black dress; her pale hand holding my leash, pulling me along; her feet padding softly along the floor in front of me. Surely this was what heaven would be like.

Soft music was playing in the bedroom, which was dimly lit by the warm light from candles arranged along her dresser. The smell of her perfume was thick in the air. She sat down on her bed, watching us both for a moment; from the look on her face, she was enjoying what she saw. "Stand up."

We both rose to our feet, uncertainly.

"Unclasp each other's leashes and undress each other," she said. "Leave the collars on."

I turned to face Addison. He was breathing quickly, sharp, shallow breaths, his face flushed; when he met my eyes, he bit his full bottom lip. He was nervous. So was I. Our hands were both shaking as we reached across to each other, unclasping the silver leashes from each other's collars, so that we had freedom to move.

He took a step towards me, undressing me first: he unbuttoned my shirt, removing it, his fingers cool against my skin; then he dropped to his knees to untie my shoes and pull them off my feet. He was on his knees looking up at me when he unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them down my hips and over my legs, letting my cock free; even though I had been unbelievably turned on all night, I was soft now, the air cold against my skin, feeling uncertain.

Addison fumbled with the top of my knee-high socks, but Mistress interjected: "Leave the socks on." He nodded and stood back up, waiting for me to make the next move.

I unbuttoned his shirt. I was expecting him to be naked underneath, like me, but to my surprise his shirt slid off to reveal a lacy black bra covering his chest, and a matching garter belt around his stomach and just above his hips. My breath quickened. Mirroring his movements, I dropped to my knees and untied his shoes, pulling them off; instead of white socks like mine, he was wearing sheer black stockings, and his toes were painted white.

Fumbling with the button of his pants, I finally got them off, easing them around his butt and hips and pulling them down his legs. The stockings went all the way up to his upper thighs, with a ribbon of lace around his thigh, and were attached to the garter belt with lace clips. Where I was completely naked except for the socks, his bulge was half-hidden by sheer black panties, which left the outline of his cock clearly visible; a dark stain had spread in one corner, where he must have been leaking precum.

I stood back up, taking him in. From the bra down, he looked just like a woman, soft and smooth.

Mistress smiled. "A little surprise for you, Aiden. You're lucky I like femboys. Addison, go put on the heels you brought."

Addison turned, fumbling around in the corner, then stepped into a tall pair of black stripper heels. He bent down to secure the ankle straps, giving me a full view of his slightly tan, round butt; his balls were straining against the lace of his panties.

"Good," Mistress said. "Now, come lie on either side of me on the bed and take off my dress."

I laid on her right side, with Addison on her left. Her dark sheets and comforter were impossibly soft to the touch, and smelled like her hair, and her perfume. I couldn't believe my luck, how blessed I was, to be allowed to share the same space as her, to be next to her in her bed. Fighting my pounding heart, I reached out to touch her arm, and she let me; she watched me as I slipped one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder, revealing the subtle curve of her neck into her shoulder. Addison did the same.

Her dress had a side zipper -- luckily enough, it was on my side -- and I pulled it down gently, reverently, revealing the pale skin of her side, the rise and fall of her ribs, the curve of her hip. Addison and I helped her slip out of her dress, revealing the art of her naked body; she was not wearing a bra, and her pert breasts spilled out of the dress as she shrugged out of it, surprisingly large on her petite frame. Her perfect pink nipples were already hardening, from the cold or perhaps from her arousal. I had imagined this moment so many times in my fantasies that it felt like a dream, that I was really here, next to her, her chest rising and falling to her quickening breaths.

My eyes traced down the curve of her stomach, but her shapely legs were pressed together, hiding her pussy from my view. I hadn't earned the right to see it yet.

"Suck on my nipples," she said to us both, her voice almost a whisper. I bent my head down, hungrily, reaching out with my tongue to explore the bumps in her skin around her nipple; next to me, Addison did the same with her other breast, his lips parting to suck on her other nipple greedily. I had a flash, a memory of him only an hour before, with the man's cock between his lips, sucking and slurping; he treated her nipple the same way. I opened my lips wide and took her nipple between them, letting my teeth graze gently against it, swirling my tongue around it, intent to make her feel good -- and, perhaps, to make her feel even better than Addison did.

She moaned at our ministrations, arching her back slightly, her slender hands cupping underneath her breasts, encouraging us to keep worshipping her nipples. My cock was fully hard now, the earlier shyness forgotten, and brushed bare against the soft skin of her thigh, which sent an electric shock through my whole body. It was the first time my cock had ever touched any part of her, and she was not stopping me.

I nibbled slightly more firmly at her nipple, careful not to apply too much pressure with my teeth, and she sighed in response. I watched one hand fall from her breast to trace down her stomach and slide between her thighs; the wet sound of her fingers sliding between her lips made my heart race.

I could have stayed there forever, licking, sucking and gently biting her nipple, while her shallow breaths and soft moans drove me to new heights, but she shifted and sat up slightly in the bed, pulling her nipples free from our mouths. "Addison," she breathed, "because you did such a wonderful job pleasing my guest earlier, I will give you permission to worship my pussy."

A stab of jealousy radiated through my stomach. I wanted to be the one between her legs, the one to make her cum... but this was all part of her plan, and her desire was all that should matter to me.

"Aiden, stand up and wait at the foot of the bed," Mistress said. I obeyed, reluctant but unwilling to show it. "Addison, come between my legs and arch your back in the air..."

She spread her legs, revealing a flash of closely trimmed dark pubic hair, a glimmer of pink from her lips, their wetness shining in the dim light; then Addison blocked my vision, kneeling down on the bed between her legs, his head disappearing between her thighs. Obediently, he arched his back towards me, revealing again the soft curves of his round ass. His balls were bulging out around the edges of his panties now, spilling out the sides.

Mistress bit her lip and groaned with pleasure at the feeling of Addison's tongue against her clit. Then she met my eyes and smirked. "I want you to eat his ass, and imagine it's my pussy. The pussy I won't let you have."

I sank to my knees at the foot of the bed, bringing my head perfectly level with Addison's smooth ass. Were it not for the bulge of his balls, clearly visible in his panties, I would have mistaken him for a woman from this angle; that's how perfect, round, and soft his ass was. I reached out and grabbed his lace panties, tugging them down around the curve of his ass; he shifted, lifting his legs, letting me remove them completely.

To my surprise, I found myself face to face with the glittering bejeweled end of a buttplug, peeking out erotically between his butt cheeks. "That's right," Mistress said, her voice lower and huskier now. "He's been wearing a plug all night for me, like a good boy. Next time it will be your turn. Take out the plug."

My cock ached from how hard it was, how desperate those words made me for release. I let the head of my cock brush against the back of Addison's black heel, staining it with a drop of pre-cum, and come to rest on his ankle. Spreading his cheeks, I grasped the base of the plug firmly. It was slippery with lube, making it a slight challenge; he moaned softly as his ring resisted, trying to keep the plug inside; then groaned louder as the plug slipped free from him, his asshole expanding to allow its release.

It was a big plug. I set it down on its base on the floor, but my eyes were focused solely on his pink hole. It was completely hairless and smooth, winking slightly at me from the sudden loss of the plug. I looked up; the back of his head was framed by his round cheeks, bobbing slightly between her legs as he lapped at her pussy. Looking further up, I saw my Mistress's hands cupped around her perfect breasts again, and that she was watching me intently, her dark eyes glittering. She was encouraging me to keep going.

I looked back down, admiring his bubble butt, taking in the sight of his smooth balls dangling between his stockinged thighs. Remembering her command, I leaned forward, spreading his cheeks open the way I would have spread her legs, and pressed my tongue firmly against the heat of his hole.

Immediately he moaned at my touch, pressing his butt against my face. "That's it. Good boys... look at you," Mistress Lexi said, wrapping her thighs around Addison's head and squeezing him tightly.

I let my tongue drag up and down the wrinkles of his asshole, imagining I was licking her slit, trailing my tongue between the folds of her lips, circling in search of her clit... he tasted faintly sweet from the lube, and I closed my eyes, spreading his cheeks wider and pushing my tongue in deeper. His ring gave way to my tongue's assault and let it slip in, and I stiffened my tongue and drove it in and out of his hole, as if I was fucking him. He moaned into Mistress's pussy, high pitched, girlish moans.

"Imagine how good my pussy would feel on your tongue. How good I would taste if you were where Addison is, right now, worshipping me while your ass is in the air, ready to be fucked..." Mistress was breathing harder now. "Addison, tell him what you want."

Addison pulled his mouth away from her pussy long enough to look over his shoulder at me. His eyes were burning, his face flushed, his lips and chin wet with her juices. "Please fuck my ass," he said, right to me. "Give me your cock. Please, daddy."

I wanted it. I wanted his ass so badly. I looked up at Mistress, wondering if this was a test, if it was what she wanted. She smiled at me and nodded, pointing with her eyes at the dresser to my left. There was a bottle of lube there; she'd planned this all out in advance.

I got up, my legs shaking slightly, and grabbed the lube. His round butt, waving in the air as he ate her out, was perfectly level with my cock. I couldn't hold myself back anymore. Squeezing some of the cold lube out in my hand, I slathered it over my cock, biting my lip at the sudden pleasure of stroking myself after hours spent there, on edge, unable to touch it. I spread the remaining lube over his tight hole, pushing my fingers slightly into him; his ring parted and gave way, already stretched by the buttplug.

Shifting my hips close to his ass, I let the wet, slippery head of my cock slide between his cheeks and rub against his hot asshole. He moaned, reaching behind him with both hands to spread his cheeks wider for me.

I paused for a moment, on the edge. Am I really about to do this? I'd never fucked another man... but up until today I'd never sucked another man's cock, either, or licked his balls while he came.

"Fuck him," Mistress purred. "I want to see you fuck him."

That was all the encouragement I needed to go over the edge. Gripping the base of my cock with my slippery hand, I lined up the head of my cock with his tight hole and pushed my hips forward, slowly. The tight ring of his asshole resisted at first, pushing against me, pressure against the tip of my cock; then it gave and my head slipped inside him, his hole impossibly tight and hot around my manhood.

He moaned and whimpered as I slid into him, and I was amazed at the feeling of his ass, at how his hole fluttered and squeezed around me, how every inch of my cock sank into him until I bottomed out and my balls brushed against his.

Mistress had sat up slightly in bed, a pillow under her back so she could get a better angle. "Good boy," she said, biting her lip, and my cock spasmed from the praise. "Go on. Fuck him hard."

I pulled back, enjoying his tightness around my shaft, then roughly slammed my hips forward again, my thighs slapping against the softness of his stockings. He moaned, squeezing around me. I couldn't believe how good his round ass looked, taking my cock; I reached down and grabbed the thin heels of his shoes, pulling him back against me, driving myself into him again.

I couldn't last long like this. Mistress must have known it, because she said: "You can't cum yet, my pet. You have to make him cum first. And he has to make me cum first. Addison, roll over on your back, with your legs spread."

I pulled out of him, the air cold against the lube on my cock, my shaft pulsing to my heartbeat. He emerged from between her legs and rolled over on his back. I saw his dick for the first time; he was rock hard, a bit smaller and thinner than me. His dick almost looked dainty, feminine.

Mistress stood up, towering over him on the bed, looking down at us both with that mischievous smile on her lips. Then she lowered herself down onto his face while she was facing me, completely covering his mouth and nose with her pussy, grinding her ass against him. Again I felt a pang of jealousy, the desire that we could switch places, that I could be my mistress's seat, and maybe even that I could be the one getting fucked...

I was staring into Mistress's eyes now as he ate her pussy. She shifted, letting her feet rest lightly on Addison's stomach, brushing against his garter belt, all of her weight resting on his face; her pale toes and their red-painted nails brushed against his cock, rubbing over his balls. I needed that so badly!

"Go on," Mistress said, watching me, the command unspoken.

I pulled him slightly so that his hips were level with the edge of the bed, grabbed him by the hip with one hand, and guided my cock back into him with the other. This time I slid in easily, his hole welcoming me back in, all the way to my balls. He felt so good around me. I fell into a rhythm, my eyes drifting from his pretty cock and balls, flopping to the rhythm of my thrusts, to her gorgeous toes framing them, and up her legs to where he licked hungrily at her pussy, which I still could barely see, had still not been revealed to me in its glory...

She reached behind her, searching for something in the blanket, finding it; I heard the low bzzz of a vibrator as she turned it on, pressing it against her clit, her thighs shaking as she ground harder against Addison's face. "I'm going to cum," she moaned. "Ah... fuck him harder, slave."

Grabbing him by his stockinged thighs, I pounded harder, my legs slapping against his. He moaned, loud and lustful, his hard cock slapping against his belly, leaking precum. She took his cock between her soles again, her red toes splaying out along the sides of his cock, stroking up and down.

With a satisfied sigh, she ground her pussy against his face and came, her thighs shaking, one hand pressing the vibrator against her clit, the other cupping her breast and teasing her own nipple. It was such a beautiful sight that it took every effort for me not to cum, then and there, not to flood his ass with my load.

Undeterred by her own orgasm, her feet worked faster on his cock as I pounded him. His moans came faster and faster now, muffled against her pussy, which she was still dragging across his lips and nose. I felt something shift. His hole spasmed and became impossibly tight, clamping around my cock like a vice; he let out a load moan, and his cock jumped between Mistress's toes and erupted, shooting rope after rope of thick white cum across her toes, the tops of her feet, and up her ankles. Each rope was accompanied with a rhythmic spasming of his hole around my cock, pulling me deeper.

"Good boy," she whispered to Addison, reaching behind her to pat him on the head, trailing her fingers through his hair. Then she looked back at me. "I want you to pull out and cum on my feet and his cock."

I had already been fighting to hold myself back; those words put me over the edge. After one or two more strokes into his hole, now impossibly tight after he'd cum, my orgasm came crashing down like a wave; I pulled out, stroking my hard shaft, and erupted. My first rope painted the toes and top of her left foot, coating her in thick cum; the next two landed all over his cock and balls. It felt like it would never end, this powerful orgasm, cumming at my Mistress's command.

After some untold time it was over, and all three of us were there on the bed, panting, basking in the afterglow. "You're not quite done," Mistress said to me, her voice dripping with sensuality. "Clean up my feet."

My heart pounding again, I knelt on the bed and dropped my face to her feet, bringing myself also face-to-face with Addison's cock. My tongue extended greedily, lapping up the still-warm cum, mine and his mixed together on her red toes, salty and thick against my tongue. I swallowed it, feeling it trickle down my throat.

My tongue trailed up her foot and ankle, catching stray drops, making sure she was clean, and then moved to the other foot. She let me drift back down to her toes, running my tongue over the smooth nails, slipping my tongue in between them, ostensibly to ensure every last bit of cum was cleaned up, but really out of the desire to worship her feet... I sucked each of her toes in turn, relishing the feeling of it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

She giggled and flexed her toes in my mouth. "Good boy. Don't forget to clean him up, too. You both made a mess." She pointed down at his cock.

I hesitated only for a moment. Then I let my tongue explore his balls, too, and lick up his shaft, giving them the same treatment as her toes, sucking his softening cock and tonguing lightly against his slit, which rewarded me with another trickle of cum.

"Very, very good," Mistress said. "You really are my best slaves." My body radiated with pride at the praise. She lay back in the bed, crossing her ankles, watching us both. "I have so many plans for you."