Free Intimate by Jason Luke

minutes that what she thought would be arousing was actually enraging…. so I won’t talk about that night!
    The other night though was a spectacular success and actually went on to become a semi-regular arrangement that worked well for all three of us; my submissive, the visiting woman and myself.
    The submissive girl I was training was named Deanne. She was an athletic girl who was active in a number of sports. We had met at a local sporting event and over time began seeing each other exclusively for BDSM training sessions. Deanne was a willing student and a very obedient submissive. Everything she did was given the same careful attention and discipline as her sporting pursuits. She hated to lose, and she hated performing her submissive tasks to a less than excellent standard. At school she would have been the kid who always got gold stars.
    Kimberly on the other hand was a different woman entirely. We had shared a few sexy weekends together before she had moved to a different part of the country a year earlier. She was a voracious insatiable fiend with long black hair and a willowy figure. She had a pretty face and a spectacular figure. I called her up and we talked. I mentioned my plan and offered to fly her in for a weekend.
    Kimberly was on the next plane and Deanne was sitting in the back seat when we picked Kim up from the airport.
    The two women were like fire and ice. Deanne was demure. She had a trim figure and brown hair. Her intensity was a total contrast to the wild-child personality of Kim.
    When we arrived at my apartment, it was natural for Kim to hook her arm in mine, and we walked side-by-side to the front door with her hip and her breast brushing against my arm while Deanne followed, silent and pensive.
    Kim was staring up into my face, smiling with big flirtatious eyes. When we got inside she threw her jacket over the sofa and stood with her hands on her hips, eye-to-eye with Deanne.
    Kim made her intentions clear, taking the script we had roughed out over the phone and then ad-libbing outrageously. She told Deanne that I was hers to fuck for the weekend and that Deanne had better learn to love watching my cock in another woman’s pussy. Then she told Deanne that she would sit and watch, but never comment, and never come. For the entire weekend she was to be denied the release of an orgasm.
    Okay… well that hadn’t gone quite to plan. I had intended an explanation that was more sensitive, more sensual. My style of domination was more sophisticated and reasoned. Kim’s set of demands was like a slap in the face.
    For long, long, very long seconds Deanne said nothing, but I could see the turmoil in her eyes – the simmering, lip-quivering outburst that hovered between her thin pressed lips.
    Finally, to my bewildered surprise, Deanne nodded her head in capitulation and then lowered her eyes submissively to the floor. Kim shot me a glance over her shoulder and gave me a triumphant wink.
    And I just about fainted.
    Kim and I knew each other’s bodies well, so there were no trembling moments of discovery or delight. We simply went into the bedroom and tumbled onto the mattress together like the long-lost lovers we were, and began kissing passionately. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Deanne standing in the threshold of the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. I felt Kim’s hands rubbing across the hardness of my cock and then she fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper. I propped my head up on a mountain of pillows and ordered Deanne to strip naked. She did so mechanically, until she was ankle deep in her dress and underwear. I beckoned her to the edge of the mattress with a commanding gesture of my hand. She came on silent feet, her eyes fixed on mine, not daring to flick her gaze to where Kim was crouched on her hands and knees, freeing my hard cock from the restraint of my jeans.
    I ordered Deanne to spread her legs. She fixed her gaze on a mark on the far wall, lifted her chin a