TWO ONTO ONE – a very kinky threesome

Donna is over the bench, clips on her wrist cuffs connecting her to the metal frame. It’s a simple, but effective, bondage. Mistress Elita and I stand behind her with a pair of perfectly matched, suede floggers. There’s complicity in our shared glance; there’s a recognition of how hot this scene is; there’s anticipation for what we are about to do. 

Donna twists round to look at us, trying to be prepare for the first blows. 

I have seldom had the chance to introduce one sex worker to another, but it always makes for a special session, two beautiful women discovering each other’s minds and bodies in front of me.

So it was here, as I presented Miss Hardy, kneeling like a supplicant in her studded leather harness, to my delighted Mistress. I had imagined that her elphin, slightly vulnerable look would appeal to Elita and so it did.

“Oh, My God, you’re just like Juliette Binoche!” seemed like a good start.

We had two hours together and filled them with scene after scene of ever-escalating challenge and hotness.

I can’t recall all of it; don’t need to.

It’s enough to remember how we delighted in each other: Donna finding it hot to see real pain in my face for the first time as Elita whipped me hard with her new single-tail; Elita relishing the fall of a flogger across Donna’s slim back as Donna communicated the pain of it from her eyes to mine; Donna’s beautiful face directly in front of me, eyes wide at the intensity of the caning I was receiving, reacting to every blow as it landed; and at the end, Donna, sat on my chest, an evil grin on her sweet face as she tortured my already sore nipples while Elita brought me to a tumultuous orgasm that kept giving and giving.

Snapshots from an afternoon of intimacy and connection, of ever-shifting sands of dominance and submission, pain and pleasure, challenge and reward.

And afterwards, after all this intensity, all these extremes of sensation and emotion? What then? Champagne? Expensive cocktails in some fancy lounge perhaps? No. Afterwards we shared a cup of tea, made for us by Elita in mismatched mugs.

And it was perfect.

I think I may have to bring these two together again.