The Dominant Male Point of View Pt. 02

"Ideally I want to share this bitch with two other men."

He's talking to the man on the couch sitting and watching. I've never seen him before until he showed up with my lover half an hour ago.

I'm restrained to the X-cross in the basement. He took me to my punishment room as soon as his friend looked me over. Wrists up above my head, ankles at the bottom. He put the padded wedge that fastens in place just up at the top of my legs pushing my butt out so far, I can't move away. A waist restraint belt just above my cheeks is holding my stomach almost flat and tight to the cross. It's all designed to keep my rear up, out and in place. He brings the strap down across my butt hard for the first time. I whimper, cry out.

"We put a lot of work into this playroom, didn't we, baby?"

He runs his finger up between my cheeks and then back down.

"Yes, Daddy. All just for you."

He laughs loudly. I feel my eyes fill with tears.

"Is this too much for you?"

He's talking to the man on the couch.

"No, far from it. I am completely intrigued. Was from the moment you showed the pictures to me in the bar of him."

He reaches down and pulls my soft little penis back up and out from behind, up between my legs. I cry out, whimper and shudder.

"Him?? This is far from a 'him'. This little sissy bitch's tiny clit says it all."

He let it go and I start to cry softly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. That is no cock."

They both laugh.

"Let's give my friend the whole show, baby. I want him to know it all."

He brings the leather strap paddle down across my butt fifteen times hard and fast. I cry out loudly on the tenth and that does not stop him. He hit me another ten times. I start to sob, cry loud.

"You little baby. Let me give you something to cry about. Should we bring out the crop, should we?"

He stares at me up close to my face.

"No, Daddy, please noooo..."

He hits me super-fast and hard twenty times. He drops the paddle as I sob. He takes down his pants to his ankles quickly.

"This always gets me so fucking hard."

He has a huge erection, bounces as his pants slip down over it. He told me to be lubricated when he called and I am. He just pushed it up into me all the way. He starts to fuck, long slow full length strokes. I moan through my sobbing. Retrained like this I can't move. It feels like he's up into my throat.

"Tighten that hole on me! Do you need more paddling?? Grip my cock like you want it, bitch!!"

He slapped my bright red butt hard, pushed way up into me. I cry out and tighten my little hole around him as hard as I can. He starts to fuck to cum. When he does, he grips my burning cheeks with both hands and holds me tight, digging his fingers into my rear end.

When he finishes, he wipes himself on my right cheek. All I can do is cry, tears running down my cheeks onto my naked nipples.

He turns to his friend.

"You next? I usually have her suck me clean but won't let her off the cross if you want to fuck her like this."

His friend leans forward.

"No. But I'd love a blow job."

He undoes his pants and slips them down. His hard on standing straight up, my lover unfastens me quickly.

"See? It's a turn on, all this S&M kinky stuff. And this is the perfect little girl for it. You heard the man. Move! Get over there and please him!!"

He slaps my burning left cheek with the strap he picked up from the floor. I hurry and kneel in front of his friend, tears and smeared eye makeup all over my face. I quickly take him into my mouth and start to suck him, knowing I'd better please him.

He loses himself to my mouth, my wet pointy tongue up into the hole of his large cock. Sitting back into the couch, his eyes closed, he loses himself to me. I masturbate him with my mouth, slow long strokes, pushing him into my throat to point of almost choking.

When he cums it's huge. I feel him reach down and grip the back of my head and hold me in place. He pumps back against the back of my throat, huge spurts of his cum almost choke me. When he finishes, he held me up off his cock, stared into eyes. I sob gently, my rear end on fire. He just stares at me. I feel completely humiliated, meeting this man for the first time like this. I feel my face go bright red.

"I like it. That is maybe the best blow job I've ever had. What a great time for the wife to be out of town."

They both laugh as I look down to the floor in front of him.

"Let's do it again, shall we, baby?"

I feel my boyfriend come up behind me, kneel behind me, and pull my butt up with both his hands, pushing my face into his friend's cock. I feel him stick himself into me again and fuck super hard and fast. He works to cum a second time. His friend guides my mouth and lips back his cock.

When he fills me with his come a second time, he stands and pulls my mouth off his friend. He pushes his cock into my mouth and talks to his friend as I work to suck him clean.

"Is it everything I told you it would be? Wasn't she super cute when we came in her door? Did she even look like the hint of a 'him'?

His friend laughed. When they arrived, I was in ruffle top ankle sox, high heels, off shoulder ruffle long sleave top, no panties, short wig, all pink, and noir super dark eye makeup. He wanted to show off my tiny penis and told me 'NO panties!' I dressed as he told me to and was ready for him when they arrived around midnight.

"This is so much better than you described it. I could have that mouth at least once a week. Fuck her too. Wow, just wow."

My boyfriend strokes my cheek gently.

"You pleased me very much tonight, precious. Very much."

He bent forward and raised my face up, kissed my forehead.

"I never kiss her lips after she's had my dirty cock in her mouth after fucking her. But she is a better kisser than most women. Go calm yourself down, fix your makeup and fix us coffee upstairs."

He snapped his fingers. I moved to make coffee in my kitchen and even more quickly up to my makeup room.

When I came down, they were both sitting in the living room. I was as cute as I could be, given the way they both used me. I was in a short lace robe that barely covered my stinging and painful rear end. Furry mule short heels with thigh high stockings. All black. Long blond wig and make up, bright red lipstick. I quickly served them both coffee and curled up at my boyfriend's feet on the floor, next to him on the couch. He petted my back.

"Tell my friend you love and need to be treated like this. And to be taken to bed and made love to just like a real woman. Tell him, baby."

"I so need this. Until I met my boyfriend, I was crazy looking for someone to do exactly what he does to me. I need to be whipped, paddled and spanked, need to be owned, really owned..."

My boyfriend laughed loudly.

"What a find for a pervert like me. Ideally, I want this bitch shared. With just the right men. You seem like one of them. I could tell you were when I shared my dirty little secret with you at the bar."

His friend sipped his coffee.

"And she makes good coffee too."

My boyfriend laughed.

"In bed she's better than your wife. Makes love like you own her. My ideal thing would be to find one more trusted man. The three of us keeping the bitch more than used. Not all at once every time, but that's way hot too. That's been my fantasy ever since I met and realized the potential of this whore. I fucking own her. And want to exploit that."

I felt my face flush, my eyes went to the floor.

"I like it. I could use a blow job like that at least once a week. Even take her to bed, fuck her like a real woman."

My boyfriend leaned down and petted my face.

"I'm going to give you her number and you are free to use her whenever you want. But you can't tell anyone else. Not anyone. This is a closed and private club, so to speak, from here forward. Any other man I give the bitch to is through me alone. And nobody whips her but me. Other than that do what you want with her."

He pushed the side of my face onto his lap, stroked my cheek.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I have to find at least one night a week for this. I'm thinking about Tuesday evenings already. My wife is out of the house then with girlfriends. Some Saturday afternoons too."

My boyfriend looked down at me.

"Perfect to start. If you see my car in the drive, just come in. If you want her for a night or all to yourself call me and let me know. I won't come in or bother you. She'll be all yours. This is our secret now. Best sex to be had! Wait until you feel that tight little hole wrapped around your dick, hear her moan like cat and claw the sheets. You won't want to stop fucking her. Unbelievable! And she dresses to please. Tell her what to wear, she does it. She does full on woman if you like. Is almost passable, very so in the sissy sense. Tell me your wife does that."

When they stood to leave, he looked down at me.

"What do you say, precious?"

I started gushing, girly like voice.

"Thank you, Daddy. You know I am yours. Thank you for giving me what I need."

He laughed as I kept on, as they moved to the door.

"Did I steer you wrong? Still worried about the fag thing of being with a man?

His friend smiled.

"No you didn't. I want this. I've needed a kinky lover for years."

My boyfriend laughed.

"Come here, baby."

I went to him at the door.

He kissed my cheek.

"You really are special. You know I think that about you. Get a raging hard on thinking about in my office. You are the perfect little girl for me. You be a good girl for this man too."

I felt myself tear up slightly as he reached back and patted, stroked my butt.

They closed the door behind them, heard their car leave my drive. I cried softly for a while as I prepared for bed. I know my place and am ready be 'that girl!' My lover will not be disappointed with me.