Sub Today, Dom Tomorrow

"Yes, my angel." Peter moaned, taking hold of his thick hardness and stroking it only three times before he cried out loudly, coming all over Dennis' face. Whenever he came, it seemed as if it would never stop and Dennis opened his mouth to take in some of the sweetness.

"Good fucking lord." Dennis said as he licked the sticky warmth from his lips. "He tastes like honey."

That made Shelly laugh as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I've never had a man taste sweet like that." She shook her head. "Do you even need to question why I'm keeping this one?"

Dennis shook his head as he reached up and gathered the wetness on his fingers and licked it hungrily. He glanced at Peter's only semi-softened cock and he reached over to run his hands over the heaviness that still hung beneath. "Let me take some of this from you." He murmured as Peter looked down, almost dazed as he watched. Dennis moved his hungry mouth to Peter's flesh and began sucking immediately as Peter cried out softly again, his eyes seeking Shelly's.

"It's alright, my love. Do what pleases you." She moved her mouth to his lower stomach for a moment, leaning to the side to do so and to feed on some of his leftover cream, murmuring into his flesh. "You're so sweet and I know where your heart lies and who the mistress of that cock is."

"Oh god." He groaned helplessly. "You are. I belong to you." He murmured as he began to pump into Dennis' mouth with movements of his hips. He reached release all too soon and began to spill, his loud pain filled cries reaching Shelly's ears.

She watched with hungry eyes. It was evident that Dennis didn't know what to expect and that Peter was spurting into his mouth forcefully, making more than he'd experienced from any other man he'd been with. She gave an evil grin and tugged harder on Peter's leash to tinge his pleasure with pain. This only caused more cum to fill Den's mouth as Peter groaned, the feeling of the control she had over him washing through him once more.

Dennis took everything Peter gave him and sucked gently to make sure he got every last bit of the honeyed cum. When he finally moved back, he raised his eyes to Shelly's, licking his lips. "Goddamn." He murmured. "Fucking sweet."

This time she pulled down on Peter's chain for a deep, searching kiss. He was submissive, yes, but so strongly-formed, much larger than she was, and knew just when to use enough force to send a shiver down her spine. He held her tightly in his arms and found her tongue with his own, manipulating it sweetly. It was quite some time before they pulled apart, but when they did, she reached up and wiped at his moistened bottom lip with her thumb, winking at him as his deep, dark eyes pleaded with her own for more attention.

Finally, she spoke to Dennis, turning only slightly. Her eyes on his form were apprising and almost critical. "You've had enough for now. I want a dish for him to lick cream from, a few more leash selections, and to see all of your cock cages. I want you to measure him, but restrain yourself and be good about it. No more of his honey until I decide he deserves another reward."

Dennis nodded, finally able to pull himself back enough to be almost all business. Almost. He stepped closer to them, gently running one finger down Peter's back and to his bottom. "I could fit him with something you might like to see almost as much as you liked what we just did." He said, trailing his finger to the warm wet opening he wanted to have again so badly, so soon.

"Get to it, then." She snapped, coming between his touch and Peter's body. "If you're not good, you'll get the worst punishment of your life and don't think I won't give it. No more until I say." She almost bared her teeth at him.

Dennis backed up, her fierceness bringing him back to his senses. "I'll be good." He murmured, leaving the room to get what she'd requested. He couldn't help being impish, and he knew she knew that.

Peter's eyes went to hers, widening hugely until he forced himself to look down submissively. "I love you, angel." He said softly, still feeling the ache where Dennis had intruded on him. It was a nice ache, because he knew it had pleased her.

She molded her body to his own, contented with the sensation of his naked form against her clothed one. "You may touch." She whispered, then waited for the feel of his hand trailing under the hem of her dress and up to her backside. When he began to stroke her skin, she murmured, "Were you pleased with your gift?"

He blushed, looking down at his feet as he continued to brush her with his fingertips. "Very much so. I felt. . ." He couldn't finish as he felt his face flush hotly.

"My pet." She looked up into his eyes as she spoke, his touch beginning to move into her pink heat, making her have to catch herself and not give in fully. "Tell me." There was a warning tone that said he would tell or suffer the consequences.

He nodded slowly. "I felt used, but deliciously so." He murmured, still flushing with color. He was easily embarrassed, she knew, and she loved to see him like this. "I wanted to do anything to prove to you how far I'd go for you. To prove I love you. I never thought. . .that I could. . .feel such a way about what. . .he did to me, but it was only because that you wanted to see me like that." He shivered with feeling as his fingertips intruded upon her soft heat, then brushed her most sensitive spot like the gentle feel of rose petals.

She sighed, trying to be offhand about his touches, but finding herself give in. She compromised, keeping her facial features the same, looking somehow commandingly up into his eyes while she came, the pulsing which resulted causing her to grip at his fingers. She said no words or showed no signs of what he'd done, but it was unmistakable.

He couldn't help the hungry look that came over his face as he felt his fingertips drip with her sweetness. He wanted badly to taste, but was waiting for her to say it was acceptable.

"You may taste." She said, her tone a bit icy but sweet at the same time.

She waited for him to remove his hand, then to lick at his fingers while she pulled his leash roughly, taking him back to the room which they'd first entered. She'd been up all night teasing him, keeping him from coming, and now she wanted a nap before Dennis came back.

When they entered the room, she laid back on the tiny, red velvet sofa, and opened herself to him, not bothering to lift the hem of her dress. He could figure out how to balance on this thing and how to get the most out of what she'd just made.

"Lick softly, then you may sleep there." She smiled, allowing her bent knees to fall further apart. She held his leash in a loose grasp, her head snuggling into the throw pillows as she closed her eyes and waited for her pet to tend to her.

He did, licking softly enough so that she could fall asleep to his gentle care. When there was no more of her honey to be had and she was sleeping deeply beside him, he curled up and closed his own eyes, falling into a restful, but need filled sleep.

Dennis came down about half an hour later with a box full of several items he'd chosen for her and her pet, a measuring tape in his hand and fully dressed now. He had guessed he wouldn't get into as much trouble fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He knocked gently upon her door, knowing she must have gone in there with Peter. "Shelly. I have some things for you." He called out.

She opened her eyes slowly, stretching and moaning, reaching down to pet Peter's golden hair as it rested against her stomach. "Come in." She said. Peter was exhausted, and she couldn't ask him to move just yet. She did love him so much.

Dennis came in, looking at the scene of Peter laying with his head on her stomach with a smile. "He is sweet, isn't he?" Dennis murmured as he set the box down and picked up a dish out of it, just as she'd asked for. Peter blinked sleepily, and buried his head back against her with a soft moan.

Shelly only lifted her eyes to the dish Dennis held. It looked just like it belonged to someone's sweet, medium-sized dog. Perfect. "Keep going." She encouraged, making a gesture with her hand and wiggling up into Peter. He felt so nice and warm against her now bared lower body.

Dennis nodded, then pulled out two leather and metal contraptions that she knew were cock cages. "I didn't measure him, but these should do until I can make something custom." Dennis said as he looked at them appreciatively.

"Show me everything else." She absently twined a strand of Peter's hair around one finger, then watched Dennis impatiently, giving him just what he wanted. He loved fearing her or what she might do to him. "Did I tell you to get dressed?" She asked as if she'd just noticed.

He flushed, just as Peter had earlier. "No, I just felt it might . . .be easier to resist the sweetness of your pet." He murmured. His cock had already hardened at the way she'd asked him that.

There was an annoyed noise which came from her. She clicked her tongue and said, "Since when have I made things easy on you and where's the pleasure in that? You WILL be good." Her golden eyes narrowed and glinted, then she made a motion for him to take off what he'd just put on.

He nodded and looked submissive. "Yes, Shelly." He murmured as he took his clothes off, his hardened manhood hanging with its heaviness.

"What do you think, my love?" Shelly asked Peter, checking his eyes, then looking back up at Dennis

"I think he looks like he's in pain." Peter said softly as he kissed the skin of her lower stomach gently, turning his eyes back up to her and looking wonderfully submissive and sweet.

"Why do you think that is?" She asked, having fun toying with him. Her finger was still twisted around that strand of golden hair, and she felt herself getting warm again.

"Because you are commanding him. He likes it." Peter whispered as he leaned into the soft touch of her fingers on his hair. "And he likes looking at us."

Shelly nodded. "Aren't you sweet? You may taste." She opened herself and bucked gently so that he would eat from her while she continued to grill Dennis about what he'd brought down.

Peter moaned softly as he moved back to licking her warmth, bringing forth the sweetness he needed to taste so desperately. Dennis licked his lips hungrily and moved to the next few items in the box. "I threw in some different leashes." He said, pulling another heavy chain one, a delicate chain and a knotted leather strap that could hook onto the collar he'd given her for Peter a while back.

"That's acceptable." Her full red lips gave an assessing frown. "What was this you were going to fit him with?"

Dennis looked a little sheepish, now that she'd show how dominant she was over him, but he pulled the items from the box. "You said that the two of you had played in this way a few times, so. . ." He showed her the thick rubber cocks he'd put into the box, raising an eyebrow and hoping he'd picked well.

She giggled. "Where did you get those?" As many times as she'd been here, she'd never seen anything like that. She knew they existed, of course, but... "How about if I use my fingers on him and your dick when I think he needs a little something extra?"

"Oh, don't think I don't like that idea." He said with a naughty smile. "I just wasn't sure what you'd like, so. . .I took a chance on a guess. If these aren't for you. . .then they aren't for you." He watched as Peter continued to focus all his attention to bringing her to the edge once more.

"Oh look." Shelly called Den's attention to what was being done to her. "It's someone's feeding time." She placed both hands on the back of Peter's head and began to move into him with fluid, slow motions, soft cries for his reward coming from her throat.

"Damn. That's fucking beautiful." Dennis muttered as he watched, admiring both the way Shelly looked when she came and the hardness of Peter's cock once more.

Shelly took a while to come down this particular time, and returned her eyes to Dennis and what he was doing, although they were quite hazy. Peter still cleaned her, but she controlled her panting enough to ask, "Ready to measure him or do you have more stuff for me in there?"

"That's all for now." Dennis said as he moved to take the measuring tape in his hands, sliding the box out of the way with his foot.

"Peterangel." She whispered, getting his attention by a slight grip on his hair. "Do you want to get measured for me now?" He'd cleaned her nicely and efficiently, but that didn't mean she necessarily wanted to let him up.

"Whatever will please you." He murmured into her swollen warmth, continuing to lick at her with soft motions.

She nodded, "I think we should. I don't even know exactly how tall you are." She said this to Peter, then spoke to Dennis once more, "I measured his shaft and that's as far as I got."

Dennis nodded, a naughty smile on his face as Peter stood up. "I can see how you might get distracted." He murmured under his breath as he measured Peter's height and around his chest. He continued with the movements of his fingers on Peter's skin, writing down the information on a pad he'd brought. "He's nicely toned." He mentioned as Peter tried to stand still for the whole thing.

Shelly tugged on his leash, her desire never having have left, only rising all the more at the sight of them. They were both rock hard and straining for any touch they could get. Peter's eyes, however, stayed on her and held a pleading, yet smoldering cast to them. She knew what he wanted. "You're so pretty." She cooed, reaching out just a bit to run her hand over the top of his length. It was only once and barely there.

He groaned at that, his head dropping a little as a thick drop of precum came from him and dripped down his shaft. "Goddamn. You two have to stop that. I can't concentrate." Dennis said in a voice that held no conviction. They could tell he was thinking naughty thoughts at the way he licked his lips at the sudden wetness. "I need to measure him or you need to give me the measurements for the cock cages. We do want them tight when he's hard like this, right?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Of course. You do it." She loved to make things difficult on everyone around her. They'd thank her for it in the end.

Dennis ran the measuring tape the length of Peter's shaft and then around it, noticing how thick he was. "You're hung, kid." He said as he wrote down the measurements on the pad. "How do you take all of him, Shell?" Dennis asked. "You're so tiny. He's fucking huge."

"Well, Michael..." She trailed off, referring to her husband who could've earned a great deal of money in the porn industry. Dennis had never seen him in any state of undress. He was much too butch for that and had only brought her here for her own fittings and things he could use on her. "You saw the bulge in his pants even when he wasn't hard. His was just over twelve."

"Good lord." Dennis shook his head. "Miracle he didn't kill you." He grinned as he finished up the last few measurements. "I'll keep these on file so we'll have them if you get inspired for something."

"Mad Hatter." Shelly smiled, thinking it up right then and there and biting her lip. "For when I want to clothe him." She had tons of costumes at home which Dennis had made, and they were all beautiful. They ranged from Cat Woman to Shirley Temple dresses. "Make me an Alice dress while you're at it." That one, she and Michael hadn't done.

"Certainly. Is there anything else you need?" He eyed the collar around Peter's neck. "I can always make you something fancier if you like."

She considered it. "No. I like that one, but I would like a huge silver heart-shaped locket that says 'Shelly' inside."

"Done." Dennis nodded, still eyeing Peter hungrily. Peter's eyes stayed on Shelly as he stood silently, waiting for her next instructions.

Shaking the leash just for fun, she spoke to Dennis again, torturing Peter by talking about him as if he weren't there. "I just wanted to see you touch his dick, really." She giggled.

"And I certainly did want to." Dennis replied with a cheshire cat grin. Peter bit his lip but didn't say anything. "You are a lovely piece of ass." He said to Peter lovingly. "The best."

"Mine." Shelly corrected. "Remember, you were for his pleasure." She glared, then turned a sweet, soft gaze upon her pet. "He looks like he wants to say something. Go ahead."

"I belong to her." Peter said, eyeing Dennis warily. He seemed not to have much more to say, except that they seemed to speak quietly to each other in the silence through their gaze.

Dennis simply nodded, and backed off a bit. "Alright. Well, if you think of anything, let me know. I am at your disposal." He gave her a bow and another naughty smile.

She held up her hand, then motioned to Peter with the fingers of her other one. "You're so beautiful, I can't help but spoil you, my love. What is it that you want right now? We'll give you anything."

"I have everything I want." He said softly as he stared into her eyes. "I want to be pleasing to you, that's all." He murmured, feeling his body twitch at saying the words.

"Aren't you ready to pleasure yourself yet, my love?" She tugged at his chain once more, simply to keep his attention as if he would allow it to stray.

"I ache for it." He murmured as he looked into her eyes. "But I ache more to please you."

"Tell your angel what you wish for." She whispered, pulling him just a bit closer.

He flushed with color for a moment. "I haven't gotten to feel your warmth around me." He whispered softly, his eyes cast down as their foreheads almost touched.

She placed a finger under his chin, taking his breath as her sweet tone almost audibly dripped with sugar. "It's been so long, hasn't it? You may take what you crave."

He moaned as she teased him with her sugary words. He took her hands in his and eased her against one of the walls as Dennis watched them hungrily. He picked her up in his arms just enough to put her at the right angle to settle her down on his hardness. His eyes seemed to ask if he was to be soft or let all the need in his soul pour out.

She'd let out a cry, and in response to his question, removed his leash and threw it on the sofa where she'd been sitting. For this, she wanted him to take control of her very being. He was so good at it. Just as good as he was at being soft and submissive.

He growled, pushing into her harshly as the force from his entrance pinned her against the wall. He thrust into her hard, over and over as his soft growls became more needful. "You feel like heaven." He groaned into her skin as he listened to the cries he wrenched from her.

Her moans were as gentle and hopeless as she could make them. Michael had always been her master in the bedroom, because they both liked it that way. There had been nothing lacking in their sex life, but with Peter she had more than everything. She'd turned into the one in command when Michael had died, and had caught Peter this way, but she discovered that she liked him to take charge every once in a while, something she'd never allowed anybody else she brought home to do. In fact, at home, their relationship was much more balanced.

She knew what he liked, finding out easily by his generous reactions, and didn't hesitate now to submit to his harsh treatment, to the most gorgeous cock she'd ever seen in her life, threatening to split her in two. She threw her head back against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she continued to make noises as if he were taking her against her will, but she had no choice but to enjoy it.

"Come for me. I cannot wait." He growled into her neck, his kisses turning to tiny nips at her skin. He was close, she could almost feel him swelling inside of her in preparation to fill her with his cream.