Summer evenings are my favorite times of the year. As we walked toward the quiet Italian restaurant that looked like a pristine villa, Ashley asked, “May I, sir?” As she reached for my arm, allowing her to slip her hand inside the crook of my elbow, I relished the feel of the gentle swell of her breast against my arm. There is a good reason for a lady to take your arm; if she is agreeable, she will often pull it into the side of her breast as an offer of encouragement.
From a casual friendship, created when she spoke with a friend of hers who was a friend and former submissive of mine, she subsequently introduced us, albeit by phone and internet. Ashley told her that she had discovered she had submissive tendencies and wondered what she could do about it.
We met shortly after that, and I saw she was very submissive. A seasoned dom can tell when a submissive is just going through the motions or truly lives a subservient life. Just like a true sub can know if they are with a wannabe dom who just wants to boss them around and smack their ass, or the genuine article who wants to nurture them and create a submissive treasure at the end of training.
Ashley was genuine and virtually proved that she lived to please me. This girl was a natural beauty, with passion and sass, all in one hot little package that was Ashley. It had taken a few days to settle her into her role. She was comfortable with her nudity and the controls I had in place. She wasn’t at first, but after the benefits of grand mall orgasms and some brief orgasm denial, she decided that Master did know best.
Tonight was a celebration; she had come to me and said, “Sir, I don’t want a safe word anymore. I trust you, and I don’t want any restraints on what you may want to expose me to. You have proven that I am safe with you. From today forward, I am yours to command.” With that, she knelt and kissed my hand before asking permission to fellate me, which I gladly granted. This girl loved the taste of my cum. But I digress.
As we entered the restaurant, I was greeted warmly by my old friend Tony, the owner, who escorted us through the dining room proper to the private VIP guest area. We were seated at a lovely curved booth with a privacy curtain across the front, to enjoy quiet solitude if we wished. We opted to leave it open for the moment, and Tony said he would send Regina right over to take our drink order. I did not think much of it until a familiar vision appeared at the edge of the table, and I heard a sharp intake of breath followed by, “Master?” as she dropped to her knees and pulled my hand to her chest. “It is so good to see you. Tony said he had a special friend coming in, but I had no idea it would be you.”
“It is lovely to see you too, baby girl, and please stand. We don’t want to cause a stir. This is my lovely little one, Ashley. As you can see, Ashley, Regina, is a long-time and, formerly, very close friend.”
“Formerly?” Ashley asked as she extended her hand.
“A long story,” Regina began. “The short version is that I left Ettienne, with his blessing, when I thought I had fallen in love. Just goes to show what I get for thinking.” Her smile brightened, “I am happy he has you. We need to do some sub-talk sometime, so I can share some little-known facts with you.”
I smiled and shook my head, and as I looked up, I saw Tony approaching with a champagne bucket and four glasses. “Since Regina seemed over-occupied, I thought I would lend a hand before you folks die of thirst.” Opening the bottle, he poured four glasses, and we toasted old and new friends, when Regina looked at me with a questioning look.
“Master? Is she dressed?” she said, looking at Ashley.
“Baby girl, you know I am not your Master any longer.”
“I know, sir, but to me, you will always be my master.” She cast her eyes as she awaited my response.
“Very well, baby girl, that has always been your choice.”
Her eyes lit up, and she smiled at me and asked if she could assist Ashley.
Tony watched with rapt interest as Regina held her hand to Ashley and motioned for her to stand up. Ashley did, and Regina directed her out of the booth, turned her back to the others, and then sat in front of her on the seat. She quietly and gently touched Ashley’s knees just below her skirt. Ashley looked over at me with a bit of a look. I smiled and nodded. She visibly relaxed. Tony continued to watch as Regina slid her hands up Ashley’s legs.
“Master prefers his girls undressed when out in public… within reason,” she said, chuckling as she pleased Ashley with a bit of play while removing her thong. As she pulled it down and Ashley stepped out of it, Regina stood and presented me with Ashley’s thong. I noted the wetness in the thin material and then placed it in my pocket. Ashley slid into the seat beside me and took a huge drink from her champagne flute.
Tony quickly refilled her flute, and she took another large sip and settled into the seat. I ordered for us, and the band began to play a sweet, romantic song, and I motioned to Ashley to stand with me. When she did, I took her hand and directed her to the dance floor. Her sex was pressing against my hard cock as we danced; one of the advantages of the special guests’ area was that anything was allowed and encouraged, up to and including making love in the open club space.
Tony stopped briefly next to us on the dance floor on his way back to the bar and said, “E, anytime you come to my place, you bring it to life with the lovely company you get with you. Tonight your meal and all your drinks are on us. Anything you need, ask.”
“Thank you, you are one in a million,” I told him, as I clapped him on the shoulder.
Ashe continued to grind against me and then asked, “Sir, may I ask a question?”
“Do you want to know how many ‘Reginas’ are out there?”
“Yes, please, Sir. I know it is not my business, but I am just trying to understand this dynamic; if you don’t want to talk about it, I understand, and I will never ask again.”
Her eyes pleaded with me, and I said, “Very well, little one.” I motioned for Regina to come to us, and I spun Ashley to face her and directed Regina to take her into the dressing room and see that she was suitably attired for the balance of the evening. Regina spun on her heel and led her away. As she was leaving, I told her we would address her question over dinner after she returned.
Then I said to Regina, “Not too many secrets, baby girl. I don’t want her scared off.”
Within a few minutes, Ashley and Regina returned, wearing matching sheer tops, with no bras and headlights on high beam. Every male eye was on them as they progressed across the floor to our table. Ashley slid into the booth, followed by Regina, as the girls seemed to share a private joke between them.
“How much of the family laundry did Regina expose to the open-air, little one?” Neither girl appeared nervous, which I took as a good sign.
“She told me her story,” Ashley replied.
Regina said, “I didn’t think it would be fitting to share any of the other sister’s stories, and told her you would if you deemed it needful.” Regina leaned over and undid three buttons on the front of Ashley’s sheer blouse, then three on her own. “Master likes to see our nipples, so always adjust your clothing accordingly.”
“Good girls. You are both lovely, and I appreciate you both very much.”
“Master?” Ashley asked. “Could you address my question from earlier?”
“Yes, little one.” I motioned for her to come closer to me on the bench, and I started speaking quietly for security’s sake. As soon as I did, Regina scooted over closer to her, so she could hear, “Regina, you know the story.”
“I know, Master, but I love it. May I hear it again?”
“Well, you are the first part of it, so why don’t you tell it while we wait for the food.”
As Regina started talking, I reached between Ashley’s legs to find her soaked. I looked at her with a question, and she shrugged and indicated Regina, who continued to chatter away eagerly. Regina was indeed a pleasure giver; as a sub, she liked nothing better than giving pleasure to someone. Man or woman did not matter, as long as she was doling out the pleasure. She had come to me at the insistence of a friend with whom she had shared her diminishing desire for vanilla sexual relationships and longed for something more.
With some time invested, we were able to show her that she was not weird for liking that, but was truly a precious treasure. She began to blossom, and she met a very nice vanilla kind of guy and thought she fell in love. It was, but the plain vanilla sex life was not for her in the end, and even though I had released her, she had made it simple that she wanted to still be my submissive, which was fine with me.
Soon the food arrived, and I licked my fingers and started to enjoy Tony’s supreme culinary cuisine. Regina seemed to be winding down on her story.
Regina turned to face the table and arranged her blouse so I could see her nipple perfectly from my vantage point. Then, bless her heart, Ashley did the same thing. I touched her thigh, leaned over, and whispered, “Good girl.” She shivered and wiggled a bit, I could sense that she was clenching her kegals, and I leaned over and said, “No cumming, little one.”
She looked over at me and sighed, nodding her acceptance of the restriction.
“Just for a little while. Patience is a virtue, little one.” As Tony walked away, I began to speak to Ashley. “The truth of how many Reginas there are at any given time is a very fluid number. Not by my design, mind you, but because of Regina and your friend who brought you to me. When subs and pets are properly treated, they are happy, inordinately so, and true submissives are not possessive usually. If a sub can draw a sister-sub into a comfortable place where she can feel safe, loved, and cared for, they will do it every time. I had a young lady prior to Regina, and when Regina arrived, Chloe accepted her with open arms, and they grew very close. It was just us until a friend of Chloe’s came to the door covered from head to foot with welts, courtesy of some out-of-control slug who fancied himself a dom. He made the mistake of trying to take another run at her, but her new sisters had a friend of theirs visit him and read to him from the Good Book. They are a fiercely loyal group that I would never want to run afoul of, for any reason.”
Tony returned with some refreshments, including a Brandy for himself, and settled down with a smile and a sigh. “I just shut the open sign off, so you can relax and stay as long as you like. The playroom is clean and warm, the tub is at 104 precisely, and you know where everything is. Michele will shortly be returning from a trip to her mother’s. May we join you?”
“Tony! You never need to ask. Of course, please do. I know the girls all love Michele and you too.” I smiled as my two lovelies were sipping their drinks,
Regina unbuttoned Ashley’s blouse completely and removed it, then her own, just as Tony’s lovely wife Michele entered the room. “Ettienne, so good to see you. Oh, a new face! Who is this lovely girl?”
“This is Ashley; she has just begun to discover her true submissive desires, among other things.”
Michele stood, “Come with me, ladies. We can go freshen up and settle into the hot tub.”
“Master?” Regina asked, “Ashley will need to cum soon, I think?”
“Regina, you know better…”
Michele had removed her blouse and bra, walking away after the other two. It appeared that this was going to be a long weekend. I pushed a yellow pill across the table to Tony and took one myself.
The playroom was a luxurious area with a twelve-person hot tub, a comfortable seating area of couches, double recliners, a chaise lounge, and bean bag chairs. Tony and I entered and crossed the room, openly admiring the nude tableau that awaited us in the hot tub. A blonde, a redhead, and the lovely brown-haired Ashley. I was observing the girls’ interaction as I undressed. Tony removed his clothes and illustrated the reason he is called the Italian stallion.
I don’t think Ashley had ever seen anything like Tony’s cock in the flesh. I enjoyed her facial expressions as she watched Tony approach to join them in the water. I did the bartender’s duties before I joined them. Michele was stroking Tony and smiling at Ashley as she looked on.
“Ashley?” Michele smiled at her, “Would you like to touch?
“Master?” Ashley looked over at me, and I smiled.
“Far be it from me to short-circuit your education, little one. Have fun! Just don’t hurt yourself or our host.
Michele settled into the crook of Tony’s arm while Ashley took up a position on the other side of him. Regina settled down next to me, and together we watched as Ashley examined the very prodigious shaft with her fingertips.
“Master?” Regina whispered. “Aren’t you afraid she might grow to like that? Perhaps a little too much?
“Not in the least, little one. If a woman can be enticed away from me by any means, she was never mine, and he is welcome to her.”
Regina seemed to muse over that for a bit, and then, with a dawning of revelation look, she said, “That’s why you weren’t upset when I left?”
“Make no mistake, little one, I was agitated, but revealing that to you would have served no good purpose, and things would have worked out just fine. I have found that moving out of the way and letting the province have her (or his) way creates results that can be described as divine.”
We had all been enjoying a relaxing soak in the perfect water, and Ashley had been relishing the sensations provided by exposure to Tony’s tumescent appendage, along with the warming sensation of the unique concoction of absinth and some quite natural libido enhancers.
As the rest of us looked on, Michelle reached over to touch Ashley’s cheek and crook her finger in a come hither motion. She leaned over Tony’s legs. Michelle gently directed her over Tony’s hard cock, then stood behind her to allow her to lean back against his wife as she impaled herself. She was a trooper, trying her best to engulf his manhood, but she was not quite used to that much of a stretch. Even with Michelle pressing down on her shoulders, Ashley had to shake her head, but Tony cuddled her down to his chest and whispered, “Practice makes perfect.”
Michelle turned towards me as Ashley began her gently rhythmic undulations. That girl could move in a way as to testify to many hours of gymnastics.
Smiling, as if to a private joke, she stepped across my lap and settled down to the tip of my cock. Aiming carefully, she settled down to the exact depth she required… “Ahhmm! E, your length and girth are perfect, so a rendezvous with my G-spot is always assured.”
Regina had been sitting quietly in the water in what appeared to be deep thought. I brought her out of her trance with a light touch and a smile. She looked over at me with a warm smile and said. “I have missed you so much, Master, the love that surrounds you and your little family of sisters is not easily found or even understood today. I am so thankful to be able to be a part of it and even feel its rich warmth.” As she spoke the last words, she leaned forward until our foreheads were touching. Like a conspiring child, she said, “I don’t ever want to leave again, never, never, ever, again. Please, Master?”