Weekend with Friends

Part 1: Do You want to Play?

"He really does anything you say?" Simone asked incredulously.

Joanna just nodded and smiled and slowly drew out her reply "anything."

The two friends and work colleagues had been sharing a few glasses of after-work wine on a Friday evening. As they consumed the grape the talk turned to men and relationships and became bawdier as the wine was consumed. In vino veritas.

'Yes, he's been my total submissive for quite some time now. I am the Goddess and he is my slave. I am a total woman of leisure and the head of the house." Joanna had made the statement rather matter-of-factly.

Simone took another sip of wine and put her glass down. "Shit, no wonder your house is so clean and you have all this free time. You make him do everything?"

"Actually I really don't have to 'make' him do much at all. He's so pussy-whipped at this point that I only 'make' him do things just to see him squirm. And it is fun to try to find new ways to push his buttons."

"But what about sex?" asked Simone.

Joanna laughed. "Hell honey, I get as much as I want, when I want it, the way I want it, although it is almost never penetrative sex on his part. No, I'm afraid his little 'thing' has pretty much been reduced to an implement of torment and frustration for him."

Simone just shook her head in amazement.

"I've got his little wanker under lock and key" Joanna continued. "I really don't need it and he can't get to it."

"You don't!" exclaimed Simone.

Joanna smiled, reached into her purse and fished out a small key on a golden chain. She dangled it in front of Simone.

Simone gasped.

"If I was to dangle this in front of Gary he'd be down on his knees in a minute, waiting to do whatever I asked to get the key" said Joanna.

Simone shook her head in amazement and threw back the rest of her wine. "No shit."

Joann nodded in agreement "no shit."

Simone eyed Joanna cautiously. She leaned in a little closer. "So, uh, what kinds of things do you, uh, do... exactly."

Joanna laughed. "Shit Simone. Don't you ever cruise stuff on the web, read Variations, or any of that stuff?"

Simone shifted nervously in her chair. "Well, yea, I mean Scott and I have seen some videos and sometimes he buys these magazines and, and. I mean damn Joanna; you're talking the real shit, right?"

Joanna just narrowed her eyes over the top of her wine glass and slowly nodded at her friend. Simone sat back in her chair and slowly shook her head back and forth in disbelief.

Simone eyed Joanna; another question obviously on her mind. "So, are you like, a, a Dominatrix."

Joanna put down her wine glass. She reached into her purse and removed an elegant and expensive cigarette holder and a silver cigarette case. She took a dark cigarillo from the case and inserted it into the holder. She lit the cigarillo and languidly smoked for a moment.

"If you are asking me if I dress up in leather and high-heeled boots and carry a whip and a riding crop, yes. If you are asking me if I put Gary in bondage and beat him, yes. If you are asking if I fuck him in the ass with a strap-on and put nipple clamps on him, yes."

Simone just stared, wide-eyed.

Joann took a drag from her holder and expelled a sensuous stream of smoke. She leaned in a bit. "The idea excites you doesn't it?"

Simone leaned back as if trying to maintain some space from Joanna. "Well, I mean yea. I never really knew any body that actually did that kind of stuff, or at least admitted to it."

Joanna leaned back and studied her friend while she smoked. There were a few moments of awkward silence. Simone played with her wine glass. Joanna finished her cigarillo, snuffed out the butt and ejected it from her elegant holder.

Joanna leaned in again and almost purred "would you like to see it? Would you like to watch Gary submit to us, to crawl and kiss our feet?"

Simone could now feel the wetness in her sex. The idea did excite her. Hell, Scott read his damned porno mags and they sometimes rented videos but sex didn't seem to be as exciting these last few years. But Joanna was a good ten years older and seemed to living a great sex life; a life that Simone could not have imagined her friend having. Yea, why not she thought, what's the harm in just checking it out?

Without trying to sound overly excited Simone tried to nonchalantly reply "sure, I'd like that sometime."

Joanna cocked her head and gave Simone a wry, quizzical look. "Now?" she asked.

Simone lost her composed façade. "What, you mean now? Tonight!?!"

Joanna shrugged her shoulders in a 'why not' gesture.

Simone felt warm. Was it the wine, the steamy topic of conversation? The kids were out doing some Friday night activity and Scott was off doing who knows what. She was out with Joanna after work because she had the early part of the evening relatively free so, so why not?

She got back her composure enough to say with a fair amount of assurance "Yes, Joanna, I'd be very interested to see what you are up to. You surprise me, you really do."

Joanna reached across the table, smiled and reassuringly took her hand. "You won't regret this. It will be fun." She signaled the cute young waiter for the check.

Part 2: First Encounter

Joanna and Simone made small talk on the way home. Nothing much was really said about the erotic sex talk that had dominated their time at the restaurant. Joanna pulled her car into the garage. Simone followed her up to the door. Somehow the door seemed to magically open just as Joanna reached it. The two women went inside.

Joanna's husband, Gary, was just taking Joanna's briefcase from her hand when Simone walked in behind her. He looked a bit surprised. Joanna usually told him when she was bringing someone home. He smiled at Simone and said "Hi, Joanna didn't tell me we were having company."

Joanna just walked by him heading towards their living room. Over her shoulder she said "Gary, be a dear and bring us some wine and something to snack on."

Gary smiled at Joanna and sort of shrugged and then called out to Joanna "yes, I'll have that in a minute." He turned away and Simone followed Joanna into the living room. They seated themselves on the couch. Joanna idly picked up an In Style magazine and thumbed through it.

Simone looked at Joanna. "Gary did seem a bit, uh reserved I guess."

"He didn't know I was brining someone home. Not that it's really any of his business. He's not quite sure what's going on, but that's good. I like to keep him on edge."

Joanna turned to face the kitchen. "Gary, do wear your pretty apron when you bring our things" she said loudly. She chuckled. "Oh yes, now he's worried."

Joanna reached to the coffee table to open a box and take out another elegant cigarette holder. From another silver box she removed a slim. Dark cigarillo inserted it and lit it. She gestured to Simone. "Help yourself, Gary finds it terribly erotic."

Simone shrugged a 'why not' shrug and took another, less elegant holder and soon was smoking with Joanna. A few minutes later Gary came in with a silver tray. It held two glasses of Chablis and a small assortment of cheese and crackers.

Over his clothes he had a very delicate white, lace, bib type apron.

"Splendid dear, thank you so much" Joanna said. Simone thought her tone was just a bit mocking and condescending.

"Do join us dear" Joanna said as she idly pointed to the carpet at her feet. Gary slowly sat at Joanna's feet. He didn't look at either woman, avoiding eye contact. He was obviously embarrassed.

Joanna smiled at Simone and reached down to tousle Gary's hair. "He's such a sweet husband, aren't you?" she asked in an almost chilling fashion.

Gary knew enough of what was happening now to give the correct answer. "Yes, Miss Joanna." He was being outed to Simone. Joanna was going to expose him as a submissive and who knows what else. His cheeks began to slightly color with the shame.

Joanna held up one of her legs until her shoe was in front of Gary's face. The leg was long, clad in sheer gray nylon. Her foot was encased in a stylish pump with a four inch heel.

"Gary just loves women's shoes don't you?" asked Joanna.

"Yes, Miss Joanna."

"And their feet?"

"Yes, Miss Joanna."

"Gary, honey, I've been in these all day. Why don't you make then feel good? OK?"

"Yes, Miss Joanna."

Simone sat silently smoking, holding the cigarette holder in her right hand in a rather fashionable and rakish angle. It does seem sensual and somewhat decadent she thought.

"Gary, we may have stepped in some dog shit at the restaurant so you need to clean the bottoms of my shoes."

Simone didn't remember any dog shit. Maybe this was some kind of mind fuck that Joanna was working on him. Simone started feeling hot again. Whatever this all was it was damned sexy and erotic.

"Gary, honey, while you lick the dirt and shit from the soles of these beautiful high-heels I want you to look at Simone. I want her to see your face and your eyes as you LICK MY SHOES CLEAN!" Joanna seemed to spit out those last few words. It gave Simone a start.

Gary knew that he was finished. They were going to do whatever they wanted with him. He meekly got his tongue to work on the bottom of Joanna's shoe and looked with hopeless eyes at Simone who sat sexily smoking and staring at him.

Joanna looked at Simone. "Well, convinced?"

Simone exhaled a stream of smoke and took a sip of wine. "I am definitely surprised Joanna. Surprised and impressed. I never would have thought Gary was like this."

Joann laughed and pulled her shoe away from Gary's lapping tongue. "Girlfriend you haven't seen anything yet."

Joanna stared at Gary. "I want you to crawl over and beg Miss Simone to let you lick her shoes clean."

Gary just hung his head. "Yes, Miss Joanna." Then he started to crawl over to Simone. He knelt before her. "Miss Simone, may I please clean your shoes with my tongue and mouth? It would give me great pleasure to be allowed to perform this act."

Simone looked towards Joanna and Joanna nodded in the affirmative. Simone said, rather cautiously, "sure, go ahead." As Gary bent to his task and started to lick the soles of Simone's shoes she felt those stirrings in her loins again. She was definitely going to have to masturbate when she got home. This was weird, but it was so fucking hot! She closed her eyes and leaned her head back a bit, reveling in the moment.

Joanna eyed her and smiled a knowing smile. She took in the whole scene and enjoyed what she saw; her submissive husband, in a very feminine apron, on his knees, licking the shoes of her good friend. Yes, this was going to work out fine.

Simone opened her eyes, took a sip of wine and stubbed out her now finished cigarillo. She put the holder in the ashtray. She looked over to see Joanna looking at her. She suddenly realized that Joanna's blouse had become unbuttoned. The top three buttons had been undone. The exquisite pink silk blouse that was under the gray skirted business suit was now undone and displaying a lace lavender bra and a good bit of cleavage. Joanna was a voluptuous woman, not skinny, but robust and curvy. At 5' 8", and 6' in her customary 4" heels she cut an imposing figure. Joanna's mouth was slightly open and her tongue played around the edges of her lips.

Simone thought to herself that she may not be able to wait until she got home to get off. Gary was still licking the bottoms of her shoes and Joanna was sitting over there looking sultry as hell.

Joanna softly said "so is this good for you?"

Simone slowly nodded her head and without hesitation said "yea, yea, it is. It's really different, but I like it. How long will he, will he keep doing that?"

Joanna seemed to give it some thought. "I don't really know. He's always done it until I told him to stop. I think the longest time has been two hours and the poor baby's tongue and mouth were a mess by then, and very sore. But as for a limit, I don't know, we've never tested that."

Simone just nodded in disbelief. "Fucking amazing" she said. "You said that he didn't have sex, that he was locked up?"

Joanna nodded in the affirmative then yelled "strip and present!"

Gary slowly and gracefully disengaged from his ministrations to Simone's shoes and backed up to the center of the room on his hands and knees. He rose, gracefully, and started to remove his clothes. He carefully folded each piece and set it on a nearby chair.

Simone seemed both entranced and impressed by his obedience and the grace in his movements.

As if reading her thoughts Joanna said. "He wasn't always like this, but I trained him in his behaviors and actions."

Simone watched as Gary stripped naked and finally stood with his feet shoulder width apart and his hands clasped behind his neck. His posture was excellent and his eyes downcast, staring at the floor. Simone couldn't help but notice the strange, clear, plastic thing that was around his cock. "That's it?" she asked.

Joanna made a gesture with her hand "go ahead, take a look check it out."

Simone got up and walked over to Gary. He stood absolutely still and silent. She walked around him, observing his total nudity. Then she realized he was hairless. She looked to Joanna. "You keep him clean shaven?" she asked incredulously.

"Oh yes" replied Joann. "He must keep himself perfectly smooth and hairless, always clean shaven. If I find any hairs I remove them with a tweezers or Epilady. When he first started he was always missing places, especially around his groin and his ass. But he's much, much better now aren't you sweetheart."

"Yes, Mistress."

Simone got up the nerve to feel around his enclosed cock and balls. She hefted the device in her hand. "It's actually not that heavy and I didn't even realize he had it on under his clothes" she said.

"Yes, it is rather unobtrusive. It's not escape proof. He could be out in a few minutes if he really wanted to. But there is no way he could get out and then back in again without my knowing is there dearest?" Joanna's voice had a menacing tone.

"No, Mistress."

"And anyway, he doesn't want out do you baby? He likes being my frustrated little toy don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Simone caressed his balls with her long, well manicured nails. Gary flinched. Simone looked over to Joanna. "He seems rather sensitive."

Joanna agreed. "Yes, weeks without any sexual release will do that to him. He's so frustrated aren't you honey?"

"Yes, Mistress." His reply had a plea-like quality to it.

Simone felt brazen all of a sudden. She walked behind Gary and moved close to him. He could feel her breasts in his back. Her hands started to trace lines down his sides. He shuddered and his reaction made Simone wet. Her fingers found his balls and began to caress them while she rubbed her breasts in his back. She licked his neck. He shook again. Joanna watched it all with obvious glee. Simone brought one hand up and began to toy with his right nipple. Gary lost it, his knees buckled and he moaned "please."

Joanna rose like a rocket and with two steps stood in front of Gary where she delivered a stinging slap across his face. Simone backed away from behind Gary, unsure of what was happening.

Joanna stood directly in front of Gary. With Gary barefoot and Joanna still in her 4" heels she looked down on him. She grabbed both nipples and began giving them a severe pinching and twisting. Gary writhed in pain.

"There's no unauthorized talking from you when you're in position" Joanna screamed. She continued her assault on his nipples. Tears were coming to Gary's eyes. Finally she stopped and stalked away to an umbrella stand. She walked back carrying a rattan cane and a black riding crop.

With no warning she walked right up and laid a vicious cane stroke across the back of Gary's thighs. A red welt began to blossom. To his credit Gary did not break position, keeping his hands clasped behind his back even as he screamed.

Simone was looking on wide-eyed. Joanna glanced at her and smiled. Joanna then laid on two more in quick succession, almost one on top of the other. Gary shrieked.

"I bring a friend over to show her my toy and you embarrass me by talking without permission. She had every right to feel you up. Did you like that? Did you like her hands on your balls and nipples?"

Since he was being asked a question Gary was expected to respond. "Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, I bet you did. You just love to be touched, to be felt up and groped. You are a fucking (slap!) slut (slap!)." Joanna punctuated the last two words with more cane strokes.

"Now, turn around, get on your knees and beg to apologize to our guest."

Gary turned around to face Simone and, even after the beating, still managed to most gracefully fall to his knees. He bent his head until it almost touched the tips of Simone's black business pumps.

"Please Miss Simone, forgive my bad manners and accept this apology."

"Not fucking good enough, slut! No way" said Joanna. "Beg her to punish you. Beg her for ten with the crop."

Simone shot Joanna a look and Joanna put her finger to her lips for silence and also gave her a 'don't worry' gesture.

"Miss Simone, please forgive my bad manners and disrespect. I beg you to administer punishment so I may atone for my poor conduct."

Joanna nodded her head in a 'yes, do it' gesture.

Simone figured in for a penny, in for a pound so she decided to go with it. "Thank you Gary. I am offended by your rude behavior and do believe you are in need of discipline. I will be pleased to carry that out." Simone wasn't sure what the hell was going on but it was hot, it was the most erotic thing she had ever been involved in. She couldn't wait to get home and tell Scott. Or should she? How the fuck could she explain what was going on with their friends Joanna and Gary?

Gary was staying down, kneeling at her feet. Joanna handed Simone the crop and said "OK, give him ten, right across the ass. Space them out, move them around, just make them hurt."

Simone was a bit hesitant with the first one or two, but seemed to be getting into it by the seventh. The last two actually caused Gary to pitch violently forward. He was crying when it was done.

As she finished she turned to see Joanna standing near her. Once again her eyes were drawn to Joanna's unbuttoned blouse and the hint of lace and cleavage that it revealed. Joanna reached out to take the crop from her hand. As she did so her hand closed around Simone's. Joanna held it for a moment, and then let her fingers softly caress Simone's hand as she took the crop from her.

Joanna led the way back to the couch. "Come. Let's sit and talk."

Simone followed her and the women sat side by side on the couch. Joanna gave Simone a penetrating look. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yea" Simone said. "It was hot, about as erotic as anything I've ever had. I, I never knew. I mean."

Joanna stopped her by reaching out and placing her hand on one of Simone's nylon clad legs. "This is nothing. I can show you more, give you more. You could do things and feel things that... ." Joanna let it trail off.

Simone was silent, speechless. What was going on? Was her friend coming on to her?

Joanna continued "would you like more, to go further?"

Simone didn't have to give it much thought. This was new, it was exciting. She had thought that maybe sex was over, but here was something thrilling, maybe even a little dangerous. "Yes, yes, I do want more."

"What about Scott?" asked Joanna.

Simone was taken aback. "Scott? No, we never do anything like this, I mean, uh, no it's just, you know, sex."

Joanna continued. "Doesn't he ever look at any Dominatrix sites on the web or in magazines? Does he ever want you to dress up? Huh?"

Simone slowly nodded "well, y-e-a-h."

Joanna smiled a knowing smile. How easy this all was. "Maybe you and Scott would like to come over sometime and spend the weekend with us. We could all play and dominate Gary. It could be very fun and entertaining; at least for the three of us, for Gary, well I'm not so sure."

Simone was trying to process all that was going on. "You mean all of us having sex?"

"That depends" chuckled Joanna, "what you call sex. If you call you and I making love sex, then yes. And I think I'd like that. If you call Scott and I fucking, I think I'd enjoy that. If you call you and Scott making love then, yes. If you call both of us doing Scott, then, yes. Yes, I believe we would all be having sex and playing with our little Gary toy."

"But what about Gary, isn't he part of the sex?" asked Simone.

Joanna laughed a vicious laugh. "Again, it depends what you call sex. If you call keeping Gary locked in that device all weekend sex, then yes. If you call Gary eating us girls out and sucking Scott's cock sex, then yes, Gary will have sex. If you call all of us taking turns ass fucking Gary, then yes, Gary will have sex."

Both women turned when they heard Gary whimper from his position on the floor. He had not moved since the beating. But he could hear what they were planning.

'I, I don't know" stammered Simone.

Joanna fixed Simone with a gaze and asked matter-of-factly "does Scott like you to suck his cock?"

Simone was surprised and she didn't think anything else could have surprised her today. "Yea, don't most men? But I'm really not that into it."

Joanna nodded. "But what if he could have all the blow jobs he wanted all weekend, anytime he wanted them. What if he could pump loads of cum down a slut's mouth and watch her swallow it all." As Joanna talked she turned her gaze to Gary and Simone's eyes followed hers.

Joanna continued "we could even dress him up like a slut in garter belt and stockings, super high stiletto heels, short tight dress, wig and makeup. Wouldn't Scott like to see that in front of him on her knees whenever he wanted? He probably wouldn't even care if it was a guy, probably wouldn't even realize it after a while. He'd just be thinking of the sexy slut with the lips around his cock getting ready to swallow his load."

Simone was slowly nodding. "Yea, he would like that, he would."

"And wouldn't he like two women to fuck and then a slut to lick his cock clean?" asked Joanna.

"He would" said Simone. Yes, thought Simone, this would be easy to sell to Scott: sex with two women and unlimited blow jobs from a cheap slut, some domination and some lesbian action. But do I want him sleeping with Joanna? Do I want to sleep with Joanna she thought? She thought again how her eyes had been drawn to Joanna's open blouse.

"Think about it" said Joanna. "Think on it over the weekend, we'll talk again on Monday."

"Yea" said Simone. "I need to do that. I, uh, need to get home"

"Of course, of course" said Joanna as she walked Simone to the door.

At the door Joanna put her hand behind Simone's head and stroked her hair. Simone looked into her eyes and her lips parted. Joanna pulled Simone's head closer and gently touched her lips to Simone's. Simone opened her mouth to accept the kiss. It was a gentle moment, a tender intimacy. Joanna had to hold herself in check. There will be time enough she thought to herself. Joanna slowly pulled away and licked her lips. "I do hope you decide to come and spend some time with us."

"Yes, yes, I'd like that" said Simone as she leaned in for another kiss.

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