Our Day with Annabel Ch. 01

Finally, it was time. I called the taxi and waited. Since the package arrived yesterday, I had been waiting anxiously -- eager, but nervous. I had followed your instructions to the letter. After being waxed bare, I spent a couple of hours at the spa being massaged, buffed and polished until my skin was smooth and silky. When I returned home, I pulled on a floaty black silk sheath, slipped on the spiky-heeled black leather sandals and put the collar you had messengered over in my purse.

When the cab arrived, I took a deep breath and walked out the door. The dress was barely there, and in the sunlight I worried that the taxi driver could see through the material. I slide in the back seat and gave him your address. As he drove, he kept looking back in the mirror and his gaze would dip down to my breasts. I knew he could tell I wasn't wearing a bra and saw my nipples pressing against the thin material. As we approached your house, I reached in my bag and pulled out the delicate black velvet collar. As I fixed it around my neck, our eyes met in the mirror and the smirk he sent me spoke volumes.

After paying him, I walked up the front path and rang the bell.

Opening the door, you were more casually dressed that I might have expected but the look in your eyes was as I had imagined. With a small smile, you leaned in and kissed my cheek. As your lips brushed against me, you whispered "don't be nervous". Reaching down, you took my hand in yours and led me into the house and upstairs to the parlor. This is when I saw her for the first time. Annabel, as I would learn. She was gorgeous -- blonde, curvaceous and looking enviably relaxed she reclined back against the couch in a small, black slip. Legs crossed, one rocking back and forth as she sipped from a glass of wine, a small smile playing around her lips.

You led me to the centre of the room, standing behind me for a moment with your hand resting on my belly.

"Violet, I want you to meet Annabel. Annabel, this is Violet. Isn't she just as I told you?"

Annabel slowly, sensuously unfolded herself from the couch and walked across to us. Stopping just in front of me, she smiled and reached out and caressed my breast, squeezing gently before letting go. As I gasped and jerked back involuntarily, she half laughed and said "lovely" before walking back to the couch and sitting again. You turned me in your arms, your hands stroking my buttocks a moment, holding me tight against you before letting go and telling me to go and stand against the wall.

On shaky legs I walked to the wall and stood with my hands behind my back -- out of habit -- and my legs not spread wide but not closed either. You went and sat on the couch next to Annabel. Turning towards her, you told her to lift up her slip. Your tone had changed; you were in charge now, directing the action. She blinked a moment, but then reached down and pulled her dress up to just below her breasts. At the same time, she spread her knees wide, displaying herself to both of us. I couldn't help but look a moment, blushing but intrigued. Your hands moved to her knees and you pushed them up and out, telling her to hold that position. You then, without hesitation, pushed a finger into her sex. I could hear her gasp ease into a moan as you slipped a second finger into her, plunging deep. You kept this up for a few more strokes before pulling your fingers from her body and walking over towards me. Stopping just shy of touching me, you traced your fingers over my parted lips. You could see my eyes dilate a bit, my breathing deepen as I tried not to move. You rested your finger on my bottom lip and when you caught my gaze, you pushed your finger into my mouth. That's how I tasted Annabel for the first time. Responding to you pushing a finger into my mouth, I closed my lips around you and started to suck, moaning as the flavour became more clear -- unfamiliar, but not strange. You pushed a second finger into my mouth and I groaned with pleasure.

"Do you like that, my sweet bitch? Do you like the taste of her cunt?" you asked, your tone cool, measuring, embarrassing me. You turned your head towards Annabel who was still lying back against the couch with her legs drawn up. "I think she likes the way you taste, Annabel." Turning back to me, you added "I think she's going to enjoy licking your slit, tasting you, making you come."

Pulling your fingers from my mouth, you walked back over to Annabel. Picking up your wine, you sat with one of her legs behind you and the other drawn up over your lap. You reached down and picked up her wine glass, handing it to her. Picking up your own, you gestured towards me and asked what she would like to have me do. She responded but it was too low for me to hear. From your smile, the way you looked over and assessed me, I didn't know if it was that much to your pleasure or you were playing mind games with me. Your hand ran down her thigh and you stroked her cunt as the two of you deliberated over what you wanted from me.

With a final laugh, she pushed your hand away and stood up. When she stood, she removed her dress, dropping it behind her. She truly was gorgeous -- firm, generous breasts, a tiny waist and hips flaring out below them. Her ass, when she turned for a moment, was well-rounded and high. Slipping into impossibly high heels, she started walking towards me. Looking past her, I saw your eyes glued to her buttocks as she exaggerated her walk, hips swaying, for your pleasure.

As she reached me, she ran her hand down the side of my face, her fingers wrapping lightly around my neck, her thumb stroking my skin.

"I'm going to enjoy you, Violet, I just don't know where to begin...."

Grabbing the front of my dress, she pulled me across the room until I was in front of the couch. She manoeuvred a chair over in front and told me to sit. It was quite wide and she told me to sit with my hips towards the edge of the chair and each leg over one of the arm rests. Blushing as I realized how this would display me to the two of you I hesitated. Annabel reached over and pinched my nipple quite hard. As she did, she asked me if there was a problem. Until I said no... and no again more frantically as her nails started to dig into my flesh, she wouldn't let go. When she did, I pulled the skirt of my dress up over my hips so that I could sit in the chair as she indicated. Spread open before the two of you, my arousal becoming visible, I couldn't keep my eyes on either of you so I looked at the floor. Annabel laughed and said that I wouldn't be getting off that easily and I was to maintain eye contact with either one of you at all times unless told otherwise.

Annabel took her seat beside you again, pressed up tight against you, her hand over your thigh, you both looked at me and started to talk about my sex. Whispering to each other you talked about how wet I was already, how easy I was, such a good little slut. My breathing grew more ragged, and my cheeks that much redder with each comment. Annabel remarked that I had quite a lovely cunt and it was good of you to ensure I kept it waxed. So much more attractive that way you both agreed. As you continued to dissect me, I started to fidget. With a sharp slap to my thigh, Annabel told me to stop, to sit still until I was given permission to move.

"Violet, you're going to stroke yourself for us now. I want to see how you masturbate, how you like to be touched. Show us...."

I hesitated a moment before moving my hand. Unsure if I could do this in front of both of you, for both of you. I started to lean forward, bring my legs off the side of the chair, when I saw you shake your head. A small movement, but enough to remind me of the rules. I can stop at any time, but if I walk out it is for good.

Lying back in the chair, I brought my trembling hand up between my thighs. Covering my sex a moment, I let my fingers push between my labia, pressing deep, getting covered with my arousal. I dragged my fingers back up the length of my slit and rubbed my clit a moment. The pleasure swamped my embarrassment for a moment and I started to move my hand more aggressively over my sex. Just as I was finding my rhythm, Annabel told me to stop. She told me to spread my cunt open for you. Using both hands, spread my sex wide, so you both could see everything. This remembrance of where we were brought back my embarrassment and as I moved to display myself like this to you, I couldn't help but drop my gaze. As I hadn't been looking, I didn't notice that Annabel picked up a small crop until I felt it break against my thigh.

"What did I say about eye contact, slut?" Annabel asked in a cold, quiet voice.

"I'm sorry...." I wasn't sure what to call her.

"Mistress, you're sorry 'Mistress'".

"Yes, I'm sorry... very sorry, Mistress." The sting of the crop was receding but not forgotten as it ached like no slap or ruler could.

"Better." Leaning forward on the sofa, Annabel turned her full attention to my sex. "Christ, David, she really is a little slut, look at how wet, how delightfully swollen she is already. Doesn't take much with this one, does it? Is she always like this?"

Hearing the two of you discuss me like this was humiliating. When you replied with a simple "Yes", I relaxed a bit; feeling like you were giving me a slight pass. Then you compounded the humiliation but showing how slight moves, touches could arouse me even further. Taking the hairbrush from the side table, you demonstrated how the slightest penetration made me even wetter. As you pushed the brush handle into me, I couldn't help but press my hips towards you, moving on the wood. Your soft "you see" to Annabel, made me briefly close my eyes in shame. When you said "Tell Annabel how I came to know to use a brush on you, Violet?" I couldn't help but gasp. When you both just stopped and looked at me, waiting patiently, I knew we wouldn't be going anywhere until I confessed that you used the brush on me because of a fantasy I shared with you. As I did, in a low voice, horrified that you'd make me confess this in front of her. She smiled in pleasure when I finished and made some comment about how a slut could turn almost anything into a sex toy, and wasn't I turning out to be a very good slut after all.

She took the brush out of your hand, wiped the handle across my thigh and told us it was time to play a game. Grabbing a cloth from the table as she came towards me, she explained the game.

"You'll enjoy this one I think, love.", she started as she tied the cloth over my eyes, blindfolding me. "David and I are going to take turns touching you. If you can guess correctly who touched you, you'll be rewarded. If you are wrong, punished. Simple, no? Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl. Ok, here we go."

There was a pause, and I then felt a hand running up my side, cupping my breast and lightly tweaking the nipple. Mmmm. I've loved those hands for so long. "David."

"Very good, Violet." Your voice, gentle, you leaned in and took my nipple into your mouth, sucking softly. Just as I started to arch into you, you pulled back. Next I felt a tongue licking slowly up my thigh, and whispered "Annabel" enjoying this game.

"Very good, my dear" she said before leaning in and flicking her tongue over my clit. So quickly, suddenly that my body jerked in the chair. She was gone before I could appreciate it fully and couldn't help but groan. "Patience, patience."

As I leaned back in the chair I felt a smooth but hard object stroking my belly -- the hairbrush. Without your direct touch, I couldn't hope to guess who was touching me and finally understood why Annabel was going to enjoy this game so much. "Annabel" I guessed.

"Sorry, sweetie" you said before resting a hand on one thigh to spread my knees even further. Before I could even think it through you brought the back of the hair brush down on my sex. The slap sounded so loud in the room and as I couldn't prepare, process in advance, the pain seemed shocking and I cried out, body flinching.

"Poor Violet" Annabel crooned, "you'll have to do better next time."

Next I felt fingers pinching my clit. Gasping as the pain from the hairbrush was still fresh, I guessed "David" again, thinking you wouldn't switch back and forth, but I was wrong and Annabel pressed her fingers around the base of my clit and squeezed. Her nails digging in as she tugged on my clit.

When she let go, I was panting from the effort not to shout at you both. I felt her fingers running down my slit ... "I think she's guessing wrong on purpose, David, feel how wet she is. The little slut likes her pain, doesn't she?"

The next touch - hands cupping my breasts. I guessed Annabel. "Almost", she replied. "It was both of us. I think that calls for both a reward and punishment." As she spoke I felt the air move as you both moved down towards me and I felt you tongues brush across my nipples, before you drew them into your mouths. As you, maybe, ran your tongue across one nipple, sucking softly causing my belly to clench, she, maybe, closed her teeth around my nipple and bit down firmly. Trapping my nipple between her teeth and pulling her head back. What had started out as a moan, ended in a scream of pain/pleasure. My body couldn't process exactly how to respond with the conflicting stimuli. As my nipple slipped between her teeth, I eased back against the chair. Her lips closed over my nipple again and she soothed the tender skin. With both of you sucking on my nipples, the pleasure began to peak. I could feel the answer tugs in my sex, could feel my body tightening, coming closer to orgasm. Just before I could slip over the edge, you pulled your head away and pinched my nipple between your fingers. Her mouth sucking so softly and now your fingers pinching and twisting cruelly. The sensations were unlike anything I had ever experienced.