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The Researcher Chapter V This chapter is posted as Erotic Couplings due to the plot directed in a different direction, and a dream sequence. Hopefully the readers will continue to follow Maris & serge. This is a work of Fiction and will have one additional chapter. Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. Thank you for your comments. Summary through Chapter seven: Maris has requested that serge stay in her life, but theirs is an unusual relationship. She is the proctor for the couple and serge has acquiesced to her request. The Researcher, about four months later... The weeks moved on and Maris seemed to become relaxed, as her role developed and serge compliantly adjusted to her needs. He tried to restrain his questions, as some harmony was helpful, and serge had become comfortable in their daily lives. Maris, or Domina to serge, would dress carefully every day, before going off to the lab each day. She had asked that serge witness her morning ritual, so he would sit in the club chair, and watch, as his lover would do her face, and select her lingerie and outfit. She did not allow serge to comment on her decisions, except occasionally asking him to select her heels and her bag. Their lunch meeting occurred most days, and on many evenings, Domina would share with serge her sex play, with carefully detailed descriptions of the events. Maris would glow with excitement seeing serge's own arousal as he listened to how Hannah or Kate had fucked his lovely mate. These two very close friends of Maris, in fact her mistresses, had each been to the home several times. Their awareness of Maris's handling of her submissive male friend, though at odds with the three women's lesbian relationship, had little affect on Maris sexual excitement around Kate and Hannah. Therefore Mistress Kate supported Maris distractive male lover. The daily work serge completed, now included many domestic responsibilities, as well as maintaining his body and physique. His digital code work had flourished and his monthly payments therefore had increased. Though he had much to look forward to each morning, as he sat watching Domina, serge knew his world was swinging about Domina's. In his spare moments serge did research how Domina and his relationship was unusual, and unique. There's did not aligned with other couples, and there were very few references to follow. He did searches, for female led, submissive males, open thinking couples, but none of these truly described Maris and serge. Maris had traveled alone to Chicago for a scientific conference. She had planned careful during these first months, as serge was adapting to her will. The annual meeting would be finished Thursday and she would fly back to New York. This trip was required, as part of Maris certification, and therefore Mistress Kate had supported the travel. Leaving serge alone was not an issue, as her Mistress Kate had visited twice since Maris had defined her relationship with serge, and Maris had asked that Kate not visit serge while she was out of town. Yet as she slept on Wednesday night her dreams were lurid. In the dream, Kate was direct. 'He will be mine, as well, you little slut.' Maris rolled about... - - - - - - - - - - In Maris's dream... serge went to the door, to see the delivery woman walking away. On the stoop was a box. He opened the door, and as he picked it up serge saw Kate's car pulling into the lot. A few minutes later she simply walked in to the apartment. "Open it serge, it is from Maris and me, to you." Kate stood after closing and locking the entry door. "Your Maris has allowed me this one opportunity, as we need to determine if there is a spark in you." Kate was now sitting on the sofa, and serge saw her long legs open, exposing her sex. She wore a short white dress and red heels; her shoulders were bare. His eyes tracked up her legs, noting her expensive sheer hose'. "Nothing you haven't seen serge, right?" Kate moved the short dress hem and the white tulle petticoat; he saw her moist bare pubis. "You have watched me fuck Maris, so looking at my pussy won't be an issue, correct?" Kate moved her finger along her labia. "After you see what we bought for you, you can come and kiss me here serge?" He stood still, and considered the conditions, as Maris was away. He had not inserted the plug after his shower, but the specific dress requirements were now well established. His boyshorts were covered with the taut girdle, holding back his penis and tucked bits. He was not certain Kate knew of the dress requirements. He closed his eyes briefly considering whether he should disobey Kate's direction. Then he bend down, on to his knees, as the box was near the sofa, and he ripped the box seal open. "Listening is a very good habit serge," she said as she leaned forward and looked into his eyes. "Go ahead, see what we have for you," Kate said as she rubbed her pussy. Inside there were a variety of smaller packages, and he picked up the one on top. "Pink boxes for this trial serge." Kate said softly. "Maris and I have select each for you," but he was unsure, how could they have selected this day? Maris was unreachable, as the protocol for her meeting required that she terminate her cellphone. "Oh my serge needs his mommy, huh? Well, she is mine, as you know, and therefore so are you. Please be a good, ahh, boy, and open the package." She reached to take it from his hand. "Okay, I 'll do this one for you. There, you get that second one." Kate removed seal and the item and let it hang from her fingers. "What a lovely brassiere." She dangled it near serge's face, but he looked down now. "No young sissy, you have no choice here. Open the next pink box serge. You will love what she bought for you." He felt the weight, and while his eyes stay on Kate's face, his fingers opened the ten-inch long pink box. Inside was a black feeldoe. He looked briefly at the cocktoy. "Why didn't Maris let me know of this visit Kate?" He was not required to call her Mistress. Kate moved to her knees and came close beside serge, as her hand reached to touch his groin, and she felt the garment beneath his taupe pants; he was restrained with the boned girdle. Then she grasped the toy and moved to kiss his cheek. "There are quite a few other surprises serge. Take out the next one, please." Ten minutes later Kate was still wearing her dress, and serge had been dressed as well. Kate stood in the bedroom beside serge. "I think this could be a revealing day for us serge. The fit of the dress is quite good. Maris knew you would be less than cooperative, if she were here. So we decided that it was my responsibility to determine, if there is a sissy in you. What do you think?" Kate was now standing next to serge, with the two reflected in the tall mirror. He wore a similar white dress to Kate's, and with the soft mounds on his chest, together with the flowing hair, everything was quite shocking to serge. Kate smiled. "Yes, now we will do your nails and face serge." Almost an hour later Kate was delighted. Though Kate didn't understand serge's look of complaint; serge had allowed her to complete the process, but he was not aroused and Kate was somewhat frustrated. "Maybe she was correct, a sissy does not exist in your head, but Maris fucks you. I think we will both see, how this next step goes serge. Having my cock inside you; maybe that is the real test, huh sweetie?" She held the feeldoe and smiled. Maris had pegged him that first time, late one night, weeks ago. She had used a similar toy, as Kate's, but each of the five subsequent events with Domina was etched into his memory. He had truly enjoying being her fuck-boy. Now Kate was about to introduce her new toy cock to his bottom. He looked quietly at the created condition, reflected in the mirror; that was him at this special moment, standing beside Maris's lover. They both were in heels, yet Kate was slightly taller. "Months ago, I got Maris to beg me to fuck her bottom, for I desired her. Today I will not beg serge, since it is my prerogative. I can stuff your tight ring to my content, for Maris, well, she has given me this day and night to determine if I need, or more correctly, if a crave, such a unique person in my group." In the reflection serge saw her hand reaching to touch his mons. "The girdle really helps, your are so flat here, no? I mean, you are a vision serge." He watched as she lifted her hem and her finger parted her sex. "I am quite moist." Then Kate took serge's hand, and moved it between her legs. "You have made a soupy mess between my thighs serge." Kate moaned as she continued to hold serge's hand on her wet cunt. "Oh, yes, we must have a picture or two." And Kate released his hand and turned to fetch her phone. Kate used her app and quickly snapped six pictures of her and serge. "I have sent these two, to Hannah, see serge?" She showed him the text, "and the others to Maris. We both know Maris won't see them, until after I have fuck you though. Maybe you will arouse Hannah, hum? And she will leave the lab work behind, and join us?" He was surprised by her directness, as she was a serious lesbian. "But Kate you are only into girls," he said softly. Kate reached to hold his wet fingers. "Well serge, look at what we have here, two women. So your point is?" The look on her face suggested Kate was being honest with serge. He turned again to the mirror and he stepped closer, to study the person he saw. Kate moved closer as well. "I recall Hannah telling me you were a looker, but this is a different level, I mean, serge, you look, well sweetie, so feminine." Kate now touched serge's arm. "I want you!" she said. He turned when she said this and Kate bent slightly to kiss serge. He was surprised how gentle this kiss was, as he had seen Kate's acting aggressive more than once. Kate's hands came to the side of his face. "The hair, is helping serge, but there is something else. Maybe something that Maris has known is there, in your spirit, for this is quite surprising. I know you're a guy, and I haven't been with a man in years, but my head is twisted by how you present now serge." Kate stood tall again. "I want to, well, kiss you serge." The next kiss was amazing, as Kate's passion was deep and her tongue now urgent. She moved to rest her hip on the bed, and serge did so as well. Their lips again opened and Kate's tongue was insistent, as her hand caressed serge. He was shocked as this was almost romantic. Her passionate touch again rubbed across his girdle-restrained mons. "So flat and yet we both know how you can enter me serge," Kate moaned. Now she paused and smiled, for serge had found the feeldoe and now held it for her. "This first serge? You want me to enter you?" And she again kissed him as he nodded. Her soft smooth lips had aroused serge. "Yes Kate, please. I need this more than I could have known, please." And Kate turned to allow serge to open her dress. "Now let me help unzip yours serge." And Kate helped serge remove the sexy white dress, revealing the silky undergarments that covered serge's maleness. Kate reached to serge's brassiere and she held the breast forms. "You like having these don't you serge?" - - - - - - - - - - Maris awoke with a start, alone and far away. She looked about; it was four-thirty and quite dark. She resisted turning on the light. The memories of this dream seemed too real. She laid still and closed her eyes; again she fell back into the trance. - - - - - - - - - - Once a sleep again Maris's dream... Kate bent slightly trying to ease the bulbous end of the toy into her vagina. "Help me serge, lick my cunt for me." He moved quickly and bent down, seemed to enjoy the act. "Ahh, ah oh god, there," as serge continued to kiss and lick Kate's pussy. "Oh, there it goes serge." The feeldoe slid into her body. He was near and the shaft rubbed his nose. The black dong now stood lewdly from Kate's pelvis. "I love this serge," she said as she spread the lube along the shaft. "If Hannah was here, she would have licked your cleft and hole for me, but the lube will do though." Kate saw the unusual girdle that serge wore, as the back panel scooped high, to allow full access to his bottom. "Maris had shown me this girdle design weeks ago; I like this nude one best. Here, for you should enjoy this with me." Kate's fingers spread the lube across his exposed butt. "Remember how I had Hannah fucked Maris? I had her standing atop her heels serge, with a loose rope holding her upright. Should we re-arrange the room, so that you can mimic her delightful night serge?" He looked at her, as Kate took from her small purse, the white lace garment. "I want you to keep quiet now serge." And she pushed the moist thong- panty into his mouth. "Remember, not a word serge." - - - - - - - - - - Maris awoke again and screamed, though she was alone, and still in Chicago. She noticed the light, as it was now six-thirty and the morning light was evident. She immediately pulled the cord for her phone and dialed the apartment. "Hello, serge? I know it's early, yes, and I am okay. I just needed to ask, are you with anyone right now?" Maris listened, it sounded as if serge was in the kitchen; it was an hour earlier in New York. "I just needed to hear you, I guess. I miss you," Maris said softly. Again he asked if she was all right. "I had a dream, that's all serge. I'm glad you were there to talk with me," serge said something and Maris missed it. "What was that? You had a wild dream, and who?" Maris listened as serge explained his nightmare. "It involved Kate, and Hannah, but you were not there Domina." serge did not describe the dream. Now Maris decided to withhold her own night, though she was uncertain why. "Well, I had better get off the phone, as there is a meeting in ninety-minutes serge." Later that evening, on the taxi ride back from LaGuardia, Maris opened her phone and clicked on the file. The dark video began. She hadn't watched it in over a month, but Mistress Kate had sent her a screen shot, with a text sometime before Maris's plane had landed. She didn't receive the image until the jet was on the ground. 'Just a subtle reminder, I miss you' The image Kate had attached showed Maris from behind, and Hannah was preparing to push her strap-on into Maris. The image aroused her, but she resisted sending a follow-up. Maris lowered the volume, as she heard herself moan, from the small speaker, as she saw Mistress Kate pinching her nipples. The quality of the film was quite good, and she now lifted her dress hem to get into her panties, first adjusting her position, and then shifting the garters. She watched as Mistress Hannah brought her cocktoy to Maris's bottom. "Kate, drop the sling so that she can get this dick really wet," Hannah said and now Maris, bit her lip as she watched the video of herself, now kissing the tip of the dildo. Mistress Kate was now in the video kissing her lover. "Hannah, the pet wants the stick in her ass. Enough of this foreplay." And Kate moved to raise the sling forcing Maris to stand in her black heels. Then Kate stuffed her moist panty into Maris open mouth. Maris heard the question. "One more time pet, ask Mistress Hannah for her dick. Ask her to fuck your tight hole." Maris closed her eyes as the taxi hit a rough spot, and she recalled the moment, when she asked to have her ass fucked by Hannah. Her fingers were rapidly bringing on her release. A few moments later, she heard the muffled cry from the small screen, and she opened her eyes to see on Hannah's cock entering her bottom. Maris was bounced about in the rear of the cab, and she moaned as she climaxed in the dark. The driver didn't seem aware of her at all. Maris slipped back and adjusted her thong, and settled her hose' and dress. As she considered the joy the small clip had given her, she wondered, why hadn't she made a clip of taking serge's ass, that first time, nearly three months ago. Then she remembered her night's dream, of Kate with serge. Maris was anxious, and wondered how she could prevent Kate from doing something like that with serge? She would insist, of course, that Kate not interfere, but Maris knew that when she was near Kate, with Hannah, and the sex would start, Kate could push her in any direction she desired. She recalled the small tattoo that she had made high up on her left inner thigh, at Kate's request. That wasn't even a demand. Maris remembered Kate's the statement from the dream. 'Maybe she was correct, a sissy does not exist in your head, but Maris fucks you.' Though Maris enjoyed each day with serge, she knew that her overview of his sexuality was not resolved. He wasn't a normal cuckold, as serge had released her and selected her as his partner. Maris planned to lead serge, and within two years have a child. She had explained this to both of her mistresses. The pegging she had initiated was now quite enjoyable for her, and serge had begun requesting this special attention. Kate's earlier suggestions were nearly all incorporated in her and serge's lovemaking, especially the anal activities. Even the hooks on the bedroom ceiling, were due to Kate's recommendations. Maris was not certain she could allow serge to slip further away from his maleness though. Maris knew that she alone had the responsibility to guide, and train serge, so that he could continue to fulfill her desires and satisfy her needs. Kate had conditioned her, and she was certain if Kate were allowed, she would focus serge to her own requirements, and away from Maris. Maris was comfortable with serge's new grooming and he was following her lead on style, but most of all, serge had developed a good attitude. In serge's head, Maris was the fundamental authority, and she was supreme. She knew she had to use that authority. This meant with Mistress Kate as well as serge. When she arrived home, serge was asleep. She considered calling Mistress Kate. Then she walked into the darken room and saw that serge had worn her long cotton nightie. The coverlet was on serge's hip, exposing his cute bottom. Maris allowed serge to sleep without a devise in his bottom, for she knew how distracting it was. Kate had required Maris to use an anal plug, in her bottom at night, for several weeks earlier in her training, and the near constant arousal was too much. Now she reached to caress serge. His bottom and legs were smooth. He had shaved tonight before bed, as he had been instructed. After showering Maris went to the main room, as she was still too awake. Her computer battery was dead, so she used serge's CPU. Opening the Mac she was surprised to find a website dedicated to women pegging their lovers. She spent almost two hours reading and considering the alternatives serge had been reviewing. The dream had caused her to re- consider Mistress Kate suggestion. Maybe she could allow Kate, and Hannah some time with serge. She needed rest, and she lay on the sofa, and was asleep in seconds. Serge took all of the new plans of Maris to be his. He had not lost his lover, yet Maris continued to grow as she led serge to their new life. Hannah had been to the apartment several times so that serge could better understand how her Mistress maintained Maris. The two women clearly loved one another and yet Hannah resisted directing serge. After a simple meal, he watched them, as the two kissed when Hannah had determined to leave. At the door Hannah held Maris as she kissed her, and serge watched from the kitchen as Hannah lifted the hem of Maris's dress, exposing the nakedness of her lover. Hannah watched serge carefully as she pulled Maris's bottom flesh with her fingers, and he saw the red stone of the anal probe, tightly held in Maris's bottom. "She is mine, serge." Their kiss paused, and Maris now turned and smiled at serge. "She may be with you, but she is mine," Hannah said. "And I will allow you, to see this." They had never completely discussed how the love Maris held for serge, would adjust to the other women. Now Hannah was here and she was toying with his only lover. He watched as Hannah's fingers grasped the plug in between Maris's butt cheeks, and then Hannah withdrew it. "Here serge, hold this," Hannah said as he had walked closer, and he heard Maris's moan as the plug left her hole. Now at Hannah's side she placed the warm toy in serge's hand as he watched her push two fingers into Maris's bottom. Maris was looking at serge as she wiggled on her lover's fingers, and her moans became louder. The nearness of these two women was exciting, but serge's penis was pushed back and held by the panty girdle that had become his daily underwear. "She is easily aroused by me serge. She will only orgasm if, and only if I say so." Hannah again kissed Maris. Maris was humping on Hannah's fingers and the sounds she made were new to serge. He watched as his lover's ass was now filled with three of Hannah's fingers. Slowly, Maris again looked at serge, and he saw her signal. He knew what she wanted, and serge lifted the anal toy to his mouth as Hannah smiled. "Yes, Maris's needs you to lick her ass-toy clean serge!" He stood close, just two feet off to Hannah's left, close enough for Maris to reach him. He watched as she was fucked by Hannah's hand, while Maris's fingers came to the penis-shaped plug at his lips. "I need that in your mouth serge," Maris said, as her fingers pushed the metal toy past his lips. Then she tilted her head back. "Oh, Mistress, Hannah, ohh." But Hannah hadn't said a word. Maris was so close. "serge, get down and finish her, with the toy, and your tongue on her cunt, now!" Hannah commanded. Hannah released Maris's ass as serge moved to his knees, and he filled his lovers butt quickly. Maris lifted her right leg high, to Hannah's grasp, as serge moved his mouth and tongue to her soaking pussy. "Now Maris, I have a new mouth on your sex, serge, make her cum, now!" Maris quaked as serge tried to lick her clit, with her right leg held up by Hannah. "Ohh, yes, serge, fuck me with the toy, yes, ahh." And she climaxed, and her juices flowed into serge's mouth and covered his face. To serge, he was there, with the two, and it was good. One afternoon she came home, and serge noted her mood. Maris was dressed for work, with an above the knee dress, and a thin belt, which emphasized her waist. Maris went the bath and showered and met serge in the kitchen. She spoke of her memories of their first anal, and she told serge she regretted not having made a video clip of their lovemaking. He looked at her with surprise, as he was certain that he would never forget the encounter and the climaxes they had shared. When Maris had directed serge to fuck her bottom, with the strap-on, he understood, that soon she would want to be pegging his bottom. Maris came back into the kitchen, now wearing only a chemise and hose. The counter prevented serge from seeing her feet. Then serge noted her height; somehow she was nearly half foot taller. As she step around he noted the tall red platform heels. Due to his distraction he had missed what Maris had asked. "I'm sorry Domina, I didn't hear what you asked me." Now she was right in front of him, and she leaned against the counter edge. "I asked, serge." He saw her tiny thong settled between her labia lips. "You've been successful, I mean, with the toy, the one I left in the drawer serge?" He turned to his lover. "Domina, yes, it has been in me." Maris looked at him for details, but he hesitated, so she asked, "Did you shoot off, or was the jet of sperm caught by your panty?" As Maris was certain that serge had climaxed with the toy inside and pressing against his prostrate. He thought her question a little lewd, and held back from saying so. Maris was simply confirming that he was following her instructions. "Since I was in the Turtle position," serge said, but Domina spoke over him immediately, and serge went quiet. "Really serge, turtle? I have to say, you are serious about this, huh serge?" Since the turtle was a 'partnered' position, Maris wondered how serge had managed this. He didn't explain to Domina that he had attached the dildo to a board and used the underside of the kitchen counter to hold the apparatus at the proper inverted angle. On that first day, just after she and serge at played, he had penetrated himself with her slim toy, but while lying on the floor. By the fourth day serge had come to understand that positioning for this sex act, affected the ease of penetration, and therefore the pleasure. He jury-rigged the board after Domina had left one morning, and he experimented with it several times. "Maybe we need some time serge? You know that bottom is mine," she said as she moved and he saw her lift her thin hem and rub her panty-covered pubis. She was near enough to reach serge and spread his knees. "You have made me wet, maybe I can't wait." Serge saw her soft red suspender and the nude hose'. Maris turned and went to bedroom, retrieving her strap-on. When was near again serge shut up, Domina would do all the talking. "Are you clean serge?" And he nodded up and down slowly, as he realized her intent. He watched as she pushed the chemise straps from her shoulders and it fell away. "In the bedroom serge, or right here?" Then she pushed her bra from her shoulders exposing her nipples. "I need these warmed up serge," as her fingers teased both of her nipples. Now serge reached for her breasts, he knew that this would be more than simple sex. Domina was about to breakdown his boundaries. Maris watched, as her lover removed his odd-buttoning shirt. "I have almost gotten used to these Domina," then serge unlaced his Italian brown shoes, and she saw his translucent socks. "Could you consider buying me some thick-n-thins; they are nylons as well Domina?" She simply smiled. "Now the pants serge." And when serge turned slightly, she noted that he was wearing the special open-back girdle. "This is quite nice serge," she said as she moved his hip to inspect the back cleft, pulling the center strap away. Maris saw the small steel plug was in-place. He gasped as she parted serge's cheeks and explored a little further. Domina teased the small device gently just enough to make his butthole pucker. Domina wanted her first time, with serge beneath her, to be special. She asked serge, "Will you allow me unlimited access to this opening?" she said as she again pulled the plug partially from serge's hot opening. To him, Maris, Domina, was his Queen and she would imagine their future. In his reformed view she was correct to ask this of him. They were heading to a new sexual territory, and Domina wanted to hear serge ask for her attention. "I won't need you to beg serge, as you have given this to me already." Domina had appropriated his body. She turned his head and looked into his eyes. "So begins the very different, a converted, part of our life together serge, so you may ask me, rather than allowing me to fuck you." She would fuck serge and she and he may peak, but together, again. By extending her long finger up into the back of the girdle, beneath the center strap, she now tickled at the top of his back crease. He closed his eyes, and could felt as Domina's tongue licked down to the edged of his rosebud. Domina's fingers pulled the small device from serge's body. "Can you bent around serge?" she whispered as he did and she pushed the plug into his mouth. Now he was easily hers and acquiesced. Domina now slipped her other hand between serge's legs, under the thong she required him to wear, and found his folded penis, and he moaned, as she caress the sensitive tip. With her other finger Domina gently explored serge's opening, while she continued to play with his cock tip. Domina now asked. "Should I kiss you here serge? Or should I just." And she pushed her slim finger passed the first muscle. "Oh, ohh, my Domina, oh, please." Then he was quiet, as she had removed her finger. He felt her bend and lick him again. "I need you wet, just enough." And again she moved the digit back within his bottom. "You know that Mistress Hannah has been fisted by Kate? I can not imagine how she can get something so large into her vagina." Maris was quiet as she considered the tight, warm spot inside her man. She now hooked her finger up and held serge. "The amazing thing about an orgasm within your bottom is the intensity serge." Domina moved and twisted the finger now. He felt her move again as she licked her finger. "I'm using my juices, as the anticipation as me quite wet." Maris actually sighed as she now outlined a circle around his asshole. "Yes pussy lube," she chuckled. He knew that she could make any demand, whatever she wanted. Domina now possess serge. He felt her drip into his bottom again, and deeper saying, "The sensations, this very delicate passage, completely surprised me," she said as a second finger entered him. "Those first times serge, wow, but now, the joy is even more amazing," she softly said as she slowly caressed his intimate hole. She moved and serge realized that she was positioning her phallus, rubbing the tip about his crack. He felt his tucked penis oozing, from the sensations, causing his arousal. Domina now pressed her advantage. "I feel you're there serge, ready, and I want us to have a moment. Do you love me?" He turned his head to look into her eyes. "Yes Domina, and yes this is for us." Maris smiled and entered serge slowly, as the tip of her cock slipped in. "Oh, fuc, ahh Dom, oh," serge moaned and she pushed in deeper. "I want to let our bodies stay right here serge, ah, yes, a few moments." With her will paused, and laying over serge's back, he became accustomed to the newness of what Domina was doing. His tucked dick was now throbbing as she rolled a bit, side to side. "Let those muscles allow my penetration serge." He had only the solo play as a reference. "Move down, to more of a turtle serge." And as he did and Domina slipped into his body deeper. "Yes serge, I'm, ahh, almost there." And serge heard her puffing as she seemed to be equally excited. "This is where I find, well it's the fullness, it is, amazing, ohh, and is the essence of anal copulation." She rested atop his back. "How the hell did you get to practice in a turtle position?" He simply pointed and her eyes followed serge's finger, and Domina saw the board, under the counter, screwed in to place, with an orange peg. "Wow, I may need to try that honey." He almost laughed but her subtle movement were stimulating his body. Domina, pulled her cock from him, just an inch, and then settled deeper. "I can stay like this, with her cock in me for ten minutes serge." Domina meant with Mistress Kate, as she moved subtly in and out now. Before starting the pulse of fucking serge, Domina fully withdrew. "I want to fuck you serge, and," she plowed back into his bottom, "deeply," as she started a rotating motion, rocking her dick within her lover's ass. "I'm finally fucking us, and it is simply more than I had imagine serge, wow," she moaned as she began to feel her peak arising. "I've felt Kate's excitement for these past months," she moaned loudly. "Ahh, but this is why," Domina was panting now. "She wants to fuck me." He turned as her fingers came to his mouth. "Spit here serge, we need some more lube." But Domina didn't pause her penetrative actions. "I will need this." He felt her banging, the pace faster. "A lot more..." Then Domina pulled aggressive from his ass. "Just to make you aware of how fucking long my cock is serge." He gasped for air, but she immediately penetrated, his stretching butthole. "I was certain that, ahh, you would." She took a deep breathe. "Like this, ahh serge." But now her voice was low. "You're all in for this serge." And he nodded as she fucked him. Domina paused. "Now we need some more pussy juice, serge." "Much more, ahh there," as she wiped the juice along the long shaft of her toy repeatedly. "The bulb in my pussy allows me to, to, ahh, serge, wow, this feels so fucking good." As she fucked him she felt the sex juice flowing from her pussy, down to the skin above her hose welt. "I'm so wet, serge, I can't stop, oozing, my thighs, ahh, fuck," she moaned as she now held his chest. "Oh, well, no tits here for support." Domina sighed. He turned and looked over his shoulder, to her now smirking face. "What? Can't I wish for more serge?" Domina moved slightly to her side and he found her lips. "I love you, serge." But she withdrew. "Now on your back, we need a cushion." He saw a pillow and reached to bring it closer. "Up a bit serge," she directed, and she pushed the fat pillow beneath his back, which caused a slight tilt as his shoulders were on the floor. "Now we can see each other serge." And her tongue came to his, exploring his open mouth, as he closed his eyes. Domina had cum so many times from her Mistress's fucking, and she really wanted serge to enjoy their copulation. "Is this good for you serge?" as he opened his eyes. "Domina, I came once already," serge said breathing deeply. "My panty is filled, but don't stop. I came without any attention to my penis Domina, I didn't know that was possible, and now I feel another peak coming, again!" He felt her thrusts adjust to long, deep probes, as Domina now intently fucked serge. She closed her eyes and he saw her bite her lip. He watched as she caressed her breasts, the nipples fat and between her fingers. "Yes, by god, this is so completely new serge, fucking you has me intensely aroused, Please reach to my clit, yes serge, stroke me there, ohhh, shit, ohh fuck." The affect of his loving touch was too much. "Oh my God, serge, yes, rub me, oh fuck." Her thrusting became paceless, as Domina squeezed her cunt muscles. "Oh god we're, ah serge!" she cried as she tried to keep a regular rhythm. Her long hair was swishing across his tummy, as he reached to caress her soft white breasts. Domina bent down to kiss serge. Then she reached to his groin and began to pat his mons lightly. "This may bring us off serge," Domina said with a sigh. "Yes, serge, my cock is doing you, now cum for me, serge." But Domina became quiet as the climax rolled from her pussy, where the feeldoe was tightly gripped by her body. He closed his eyes as the thrusting produced such a deeply felt rumble inside his bottom. "Fuck me Domina, fuck, ahh, yes, fuck me!" And he felt his seed soot into his taut garment. Domina had her hand still on his groin, touching her swollen clitoris, but now she fell forward. They both collapse, Domina on to serge's chest, as her vagina throbbed, and her orgasm subsided. He looked into her eyes. "There is more Domina?" he asked with mischievous grin. She kissed him. "Well yes, serge," as her rod slipped from his bottom. "I want more, and my body can handled it, yours, well, I'm not certain, we can try, so, ahh get up, all fours, doggie serge," she commanded. He felt so exposed, with his ass sticking up, but seeing her oozing pussy, and the scent of sex, so musky, he did so. They were still on the floor. Domina reached to her handbag. "Here try this, but in your mouth. Mistress Hannah has me suckle a cock sometimes as I'm fucked. I find it quite arousing, oral while getting anal serge." He looked at the pink penis-shaped thing, realizing that he had already suck her cock-shaped plug, A moment later Domina slipped her cock back inside serge. With the smaller toy in his mouth serge couldn't speak, as Domina began a more aggressive session. He reached back, and she paused. "Is my serge okay?" It turned to her. "It's actually my butt; can you moisten your feeldoe?" She rubbed her juice over the shaft. "Better," he said. "My bottom is virgin, and your butt-fucking is starting me up again. I don't want you to have to stop when we get close Domina." She watched serge again begin to eat the pink cocktoy. She withdrew from serge and again spread her honey on the shaft. Then she slammed the cock into serge, and he moaned as the pink dildo slipped from his mouth. "Fuck me Domina," he said and he reached for her pink dick again, as she again retracted her feeldoe fully. She exhaled as serge moved back to almost a turtle, trying to lessen, the trouble of keeping the pink dildo in his mouth. With his third release building he considered the frenzy, her lustful fucking and superior position, driven by her desire. Domina wanted serge, now more than her lust for Kate or Hannah. He wanted, he expected her, to invade his ass. Her serge was still beneath her, with a cock inside his bottom, the other in his mouth, and she began to climax again. "Yes, yes, ahh, serge, I'm taking you, with me. I'm taking all of you." Domina's fingers went to her vulva, and then slipped to tweak her clit. "Fuck, there we, ahh, serge, ahh, ahh!" She was cumming, stronger than the first time. She had her left hand on his butt cheeks, as she finished him. "Cumm now serge, now, ahh," with her right fingers, still rubbing the side of the engorge sex button at her pubis. Again she fell atop his back. While Domina slept atop serge, he let go of her pink toy. The second dildo, this unexpected twist, had done something to his mind. Sucking a cock had never been so interesting, and he hoped she understood, it was at her request. Or was that really a demand? He considered this sex filled day, as special and unique, but where will she be tomorrow? He was exhausted, having released at least twice and truly experienced that deep full orgasm while she pommeled his bottom. His lover moaned, and serge felt the moisture as her pussy oozed onto his thighs. It was a life-altering experience, this explosive sex. This was no fantasy, for Domina loved him. Their world would settle, he hoped soon. The energy wasn't in serge to move, so they lay together sweating for some time. He had always loved his orgasms, the simple physical part, but the dreamlike aftersex, was always the preeminent. Having Domina soring while lying on his back was amazing. She might be his, forever. He had been requested to compromise, not to be enslaved to her, yet willingly allowing her needs to be paramount; she had at first required serge to surrender. Then Domina spoke. "Touch yourself serge, your girdle, is it damp sweetie?" she asked quietly without moving. "I love you," serge said, his voice so assured. He twisted to kiss her mouth. "My thong and the girdle are soaked Domina." "You know my cock is still in you serge, and I really love that about you. You're simply awaiting me." Domina now nibbled on serge's right ear. As she shifted slightly and the feeldoe slipped from serge Domina asked. "Can you be the one to remove it from my pussy serge? I'm a little sore down there," as he moved and she relaxing her muscle. "Lick me from this new sex toy serge." And he did. Maris held his head as his loving tongue caressed her swollen and tender body. The weeks of their life continued, and Maris was now certain serge would willingly to adjusted to her desires. He stopped trying to adjust her dress requirements, and allowed her to select every item he worn. Maris had pressed Mistress Kate to keep clear, as the other woman still wanted to take serge as well. Kate was never alone with serge, though Hannah helped Maris understand Kate's boundaries. As with other couples, whether noted as such, with a female lead, and the man somewhat submissive, these two were at peace. Though to Maris and serge, this was simply the way they preferred to be. "I will continue to give myself to you, Domina," serge whispered as they lay together. These two were lovers, highly sexual, and passionate people, with a different order to their world. The End or not? To be continued, By MadQuill