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A devious smile spread across her relaxed features. "Edward," was her only reply.
I slept restlessly, thoughts of our last playtime with Edward rolling through my brain in nervous anticipation. It would be a long week.
And what a long week it was. Rose teased me more than once about my nerves and being on edge, her
playful tone reassuring me that she was okay with where things were headed.
Rose was and always had been gay. She said she never had a desire to be with men, but she sometimes brought them in to play with us. We loved each other and we loved playing together, so bringing someone else (male or female) in wasn't something we did on a regular basis.
I gathered from the comments Rose had dropped over the week that she'd invited Edward as a sort of treat for me. Edward and I played together before Rose and I began dating. He was one of the few switches that we knew, which was convenient for our circumstances; Rose never switched and neither did I. We'd both tried, but felt far more comfortable in our established roles. Rose told me early in our relationship that she had been to a few group meetings and training seminars where people would demo techniques for her, or on her, and she sometimes tried out toys and such on herself first when it warranted, but otherwise, she was a very firm Top.
Similarly, I was a very firm bottom. I wanted nothing more than to please and pleasure her. Repeatedly. I learned through trial and error that a good Top would ensure my own needs and pleasures were seen to, so I could relax and enjoy fulfilling her needs.
Friday was busy at the cafe and I usually tried to get some extra work done for the weekends. I couldn't focus and messed up several standard recipes before I finally took a break and sat in the main area with a cup of coffee. Rose came over shortly after I sat down, taking the chair next to me. She spoke softly, her head tilted in my direction.
"Please, just stop worrying so much. You're making everyone around here nervous about what's going on. You don't really want to have to explain to them why you're so on edge, do you?"
My gaze clung to hers, searching for what I needed most. Rose's hand moved under the table to my knee.
I shook my head and lowered my eyes.
"Baby," she whispered, her entire body shifting slightly closer to mine. "Take a deep breath and let it go. I've thought of nothing this week but watching him fuck you as I tell him exactly how. I want to go home so badly right now, but we have to get through this day. Focus, and I promise I'll make tonight worth it."
Tucking my hair behind my ear, she gave me a soft kiss and then stood and walked back to the kitchen. She was right, I knew she was; I was worrying for nothing. I knew Rose was mine, and vice versa, but I still got anxious butterflies when a third party joined us. Even though I knew Rose had never been interested in a man, some tiny part of me worried. I ran through the things we'd done with Edward before and it seemed to calm my nerves slightly. This wasn't unfamiliar territory.
Finally, at six o'clock, we left work. I felt gross and wanted nothing more than a shower. I was tired; I had been on my feet all day. I was still anxious and nervous, despite my best efforts not to be.
When we got home, Rose and I took a quick shower together, knowing Edward would arrive soon. She left the shower first, and by the time I was out and dried off, I saw my ring on the dresser. I slipped it on and turned to get dressed, only to be faced with Rose.
"There's only one thing you'll be wearing this evening, Pet. Turn around."
I complied and felt the cool metal of my collar. Once it was fastened around my neck, Rose placed one soft kiss at my left shoulder.
"Wait for us in the playroom, my love. Edward should be here any minute and I want to talk to him first."
Rose's hand trailed down my body and skimmed the soft skin of my behind before she pushed me gently on my way. I walked straight down to the playroom, talking to myself in my head the entire way. With each step, I worked to get into the proper mindset.
Pausing at the entrance to the room, I took a deep breath. Once inside these walls again, my choices were essentially stripped away. As I exhaled, I tried to let the worries of the day escape with my breath. I felt ready to walk in, ready to accept the consequences of the choice I was making, whatever they were.
I found my spot on the floor, the details of the exact place I was expected to be seared into my brain from so many days and nights spent there. As I moved myself into Position One, I took one more deep breath and let go. My hands fell to my lap, my head lowered and I closed my eyes.
Focusing on my breathing, with each inhale I thought of Mistress and with each exhale, Edward. Mistress had hinted that she would be giving Edward commands, so I was fairly certain he would be joining in a sub role. This meant she would take extra time to refresh him of the rules and such before they came down, so I tried to get as comfortable and relaxed as I could.
My solo play with Edward previously had been as his sub. We never had a formal long-term arrangement, but if we spotted each other at play parties and were both alone, we might find ourselves alone in a room together. My breathing became labored as I went back in my mind to the last time we played together at a party and I could feel myself getting turned on.
Two sets of footsteps on the stairs above the room snapped my brain to attention. I kept my eyes closed, but refocused my posture and positioning to be perfect. The door was open, but the only noise I heard were the footsteps. If I was hearing correctly, they were both barefoot.
"Edward, go in the room and get undressed. I expect you to wait for me just as Pet is."
"Yes ma'am," he replied, and I heard the shuffle of his clothing get closer.
I shivered at his voice, not just because it was Edward, but because I knew he wasn't allowed to call her Mistress. It was my name for her and even if she shared my body with someone else, there was a funny, fine line that we didn't cross with names or affection.
The anticipation began to build in my head once their voices confirmed that he would be in a co-sub role with me. I heard more clothing rustling and then felt Edward next to me. I was conflicted, wanting so badly to turn just the slightest and allow myself a glance at him, but I knew better. If I knew Mistress at all, she was simply waiting outside the door to see which one of us might break the rules, if given a chance.
Several minutes later, I felt a breeze blow by me and then heard a door open; it might have been to the bathroom or to the closet, I couldn't be sure. Only once I heard the click of her heels was I sure it had been the door to the closet, and that she must've been getting shoes. I heard each step as she walked in front of me, the tip of her shoes appearing in my field of vision.
"Stand up, my Pet."
I did as I was told and stood, head still positioned down. My hands were against my body, at my sides. Position Two.
Rose put her hand under my chin and lifted my chin, bringing my eyes to hers. I caught a very quick glance at what she was wearing and nearly whimpered. She had a long black crinkle skirt on with a black pinstriped corset. Her arms and collarbone area were completely exposed and I was already prepared to beg to touch her. I was sure, from the smile that appeared on her face as she looked me in the eyes, that she saw the desire.
"Tonight is for fun and pleasure, love. I want you to let go and enjoy being with Edward and me. I don't want you to feel a moment of guilt or regret, and I expect you to let me know if something happens and you're uncomfortable or unwilling to go on. Edward and I have spoken about limits and guidelines for tonight, and all you need to know is that the usual rules apply to you. Put your trust in me and let me worry about what's going to happen. I know you've been stressed all week, now is the time to let it go."
There was no need for her to ask me to agree or acknowledge her words; I had no choice but to do so.
Holding her gaze, I waited to see what she would do next. She seemed to contemplate things for a moment, then stepped to Edward.
My eyes were still on her, but I could see him in the periphery; he did just as I had, keeping his eyes down until she positioned him to look at her.
"I have such good playtoys this evening and that makes me so happy. I don't want to have to punish anyone tonight, do you both understand?" She paused to look at each of us as we nodded. "Good."
I watched as Mistress ran a fingertip down Edward's chest, taking her hand away once she reached his bellybutton. She turned and walked to me, her soft mouth coming down on mine. Letting her lead entirely, I focused on remaining standing. When she broke the kiss, I gasped, overwhelmed with need.
"Edward," she said, keeping her eyes locked with mine. "Take one half step back, please."
From this angle, I could finally really see him and he was just as beautiful as I remembered.
"Back down on all fours, Pet. Forehead at your arms, I want to show off a little."
Mistress had a light quality to her voice and I smiled as I turned away from her, moving myself into Position Five.
I'd have been more nervous if it had been someone else, but I knew and trusted Edward. I might even go so far as to say that I loved Edward. I wasn't in love with him, but that was different. Every person brought into this room was automatically granted a certain amount of love and respect from both Mistress and me.
Completely exposed, I felt the thrill of what was about to happen build further. A shiver tried to run over my body, but I did my best to suppress the urge, wanting to remain completely still for her.
Mistress took a single finger and traced my lips, swiping through the moisture already there. "My, my. Look at that, Edward. Do you see how wet she is for you?"
I heard her clothing and wondered why she was leaving me so soon after we began.
"Taste how wet she is for you."
Listening to Edward lap and suck at her finger did nothing to ease my ache, and everything to fuel it further.
"Do you want another taste of her, Edward?"
"You're going to have to earn it."
I heard her feet on the floor again, heels and their tapping back in my brain, bringing me comfort.
"Pet, would you like to watch Edward bring me pleasure?" she asked, sounding sexy and sensual.
My voice would certainly be muffled from the position I was in, but there was only one response to be given.