The thing that had really stood out to Charlie about Yvette was how tall she was. It wasn’t obvious at first. When he and his wife, Erin, had first walked into Yvette’s office, she had been sitting in an armchair next to the window reading something in a manilla file folder with one knee-high-booted leg hooked over the other. She was pretty, in an understated way, straight black hair pulled into a plain, tight ponytail, black-framed glasses, and natural-look make-up. She looked, for all intents and purposes, like a therapist, an effect that was enhanced by the presence of the therapist’s couch that sat across from her arm chair.
She smiled warmly when the couple entered and stood up to greet them. It was then that Charlie noticed her height — at least 5’9″, certainly as tall as he was, and at least six inches taller than Erin. Yvette wo black jeans and a black, chunky cardigan sweater that ended halfway down her thigh and that buttoned all the way to her neck. She was friendlydly and polite as she Shook their hands and welcomed them in.
The couple sat on the couch, politely declining Yvette’s offer of hot tea. Yvette sat back in her armchair and picked up her own mug, which still had the tea bag string hanging from it, up from the small coffee table between them and sat holding it with both hands on her knee.
“Well,” Yvette said, “I have to say, I am thrilled to be getting started with the two of you.” Her voice was bright and gentle and she spoke with easy sincerity. Charlie felt like they’d been friends for years, even though this was the first time they’d met in person.
“Now,” Yvette continued, “I know we talked about all of this on the phone, but I just wanted to ask again if you had any questions or concerns about the arrangements or about how the next few sessions will proceed?”
Charlie felt Erin clap his hand and he squeezed back. “Do we start today?” she asked, her voice quavering slightly.
Yvette smiled and Charlie immediately felt Erin’s grip relax.
“Today will be an orientation,” Yvette said. “I’ll show you around and we’ll get to know each other a little bit, go back over the ground rules, that sort of thing. Mostly, we’ll take some time to get familiar with the space.”
Yvette pulled two sheets of paper out of her folder and handed them to Charlie and Erin.
“This is what you submitted Through the webform,” she said. “I’d like you to look back over it and make sure it is still accurate. You can change absolutely anything you like right now or at any time between sessions. And of course, most importantly, you can put a stop to anything at any time for any reason at all with your safe words. The second one of you uses the safe word, everything comes to a full stop, no questions asked, no explanations needed. Okay?”
She smiled warmly. Charlie and Erin both nodded.
“Do you both remember your safe words?”
Charlie and Erin both repeated back their safe words.
“Great,” said Yvette. “Now I’m going to give you a minute to review these. When you’re done, we’ll have a look at the room. Just head down the hall to the left and you’ll see the doors to the changing rooms. Please do mind the posted rules, just like we discussed. I’ll be waiting for you whenever you’re ready. But please take your time.”
Yvette stood up in a single graceful motion and left the room.
Charlie and Erin both looked at their sheets of paper. Charlie felt his heart began to beat faster as he looked down the list of increasingly depraved sex acts with little check marks next to them. He remembered the night that he and Erin had filled them out together over wine and Chinese take-out, how they had become grown more and more flirtatious with each other and then, the moment they had hit the “send” buttons on the web forms, how they had tumbled into bed and had loud, blurry, bed-shaking, neighbor-flustering sex.
Charlie was surprised when Erin had forwarded him an email thread between herself and a self-styled “sex educator” named Yvette. Erin explained that she’d heard about Yvette from an acquaintance and, on a semi-drunken potato with one of her girlfriends, had reached out to her to learn more about what kind of “educating” she did.
He hadn’t been sure about the whole thing, at least not at first. He loved his wife and found her even More beautiful after 10 years together than on the day they had met, with her curly blonde hair, girl face, and slim, athletic figure. He would have called them fairly adventurous — at least in theory. They’d watched porn together and had a respectable collection of sex toys. They were comfortable sharing fansies with each other, even as those fans were getting wilder and wilder. Just for fun, they’d even talked in practical terms about having a threesome. But it had all been just fantasy and dirty talk, condensed to their own bedroom. Which was fine with Charlie.
So Charlie had been suprised when Erin told him about Yvette. But he also felt the pull of adventure and so had agreed to fill out the survey. He became all the more intrigued when he saw the list of wanton sexual acts that his sweet and sometimes shy wife had checked off her list — and had even surprised himself with some of the ones he found himself open to, when he finally took a moment to think about them.
In the sober light of day two weeks later, Charlie wondered if he should make some adjustments to his list and thought about reaching for one of the pens that sat on the coffee table. He saw Erin reading through her own list — which had as many checkmarks as his own — saw the flush on her face and chest.
“What do you think?” he asked, instead.
Erin chewed her lower lip as she looked at the sheet. Then she folded it in half and turned to her husband, eyes wide with nerves and excitement.
“I think we should go into the rooms down the hall,” she said.
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So there Charlie was, standing by himself in a small but comfortable changing room, looking at a black cotton robe, a pair of black sandals, and a handwritten note from Yvette herself sitting on a small table against the wall.
The room was the size of a large bathroom and had a sink, shower, and a padded bench placed in front of a floor-to-ceiling locker. On a shelf beside the shower was a stack of fluffy, neatly-folded white towels. On the sink were lined up various soaps, lots, shaving creams, and other spa-quality toiletries and a small basket filled with rolled-up wash clothes. There was a door opposite the one that Charlie had entered with a sign on it that said, “Studio.” Beneath it was another sign made of black plastic with a list of rules embossed in white:
-Please shower before entering the studio
-No street clothes or shoes allowed — please use what clothes is provided.
-Remember your safe word.
Charlie read the sign a few times and feel his heart begin to pound even faster than it had in the room with Yvette. He picked up the note on the table. In neighbor, flowing script, it said:
“Charlie: please relax with a warm shower, and, whenever you are ready, come into the studio. Please leave your clothes and shoes in the changeroom and wear only the robe and sandals that you should see next to the shower. -Y”
Charlie paused for a moment, wondering why he needed to be undressed just to be shown around. But, he thought, when in Rome… he’d come to the place for Yvette to “expand his horizons”, as Erin had put it in the email, he may as well play along for the full experience. So he began to take off his clothes.
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Fifteen minutes later, Charlie found himself standing in the studio wearing his robe and sandals. He felt clean and even refreshed. Tthe shower had contained bottles of high-quality, mint-scented soaps and washes and he’d found them both calming and invigorating.
Dispite the effects of the shower, the butterflies in his stomach had started to return as he pulled the door to the studio open and his heart had practically jumped into his throat when he saw the studio itself.
It was a fairly large room, about the size of Charlie and Erin’s main bedroom at home. The walls were painted red and the ceiling was black, giving the whole place a dramatic, exotic, and slightly dangerous feeling. Along the walls were banks of cabinets and cupboards, also painted black. On the opposite wall to where Charlie was standing was a large set of black double doors. In one corner was a pile of thick, neighborly-folded grey blankets. The floor was made of large black squares of a firm, rubbery material that felt ever-so-slightly squishy beneath Charlie’s feet.
The wall to Charlie’s left was dominated by a queen-sized, four-poster bed with its head against the wall, its elaborately-carved wooden posts stained a dark brown. The bed was made up with a grey quilt with red sheets folded over the quilt at the head of the bed and a pile of over-sized pillows in grey pillowcases.
As Charlie took in the sight of the room, he heard a door behind him open and turned to see Erin emerging from it, similarly dressed in a black, cotton robe and sandals. She smiled at him and took his hand, then stood next him and surveyed the room.
“Wow,” was all she said.
As they stood in silence, a third door that stood next to the changing room doors opened. Yvette walked through and strode into the room. She still wore her chunky cardigan tied at her waist, and still had her black-rimmed glasses and ponytail. But her demeanor had changed since they saw her previously. Gone was the warm, Welcome smile, replaced by a serious, almost stern expression. She still wore her knee-high boots, which somehow looked more at home in the studio than theyhad in the welcome area.
“Good,” Yvette said. She stood in front of them and looked at them up and down. “You both follow instructions well, at least so far. That is good.”
Yvette’s voice was markedly different than it had been in the office. Where before she had sounded casual and easy-going, now she spoke firmly and efficiently. Charlie felt Erin squeeze his hand.
“Now,” Yvette continued, “as I said, today is mostly about oriented ourselves to the space and to each other. Do you both remember your safe words?”
Charlie and Erin repeated their safe words.
“Good,” said Yvette. “For this session, I’ll show you around the studio and introduce you to the rules of the space, which you will follow at all times. The first of these rules is that you will refer to me in this space as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Yvette.’ When I ask you a question, you will respond ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress.’ When I issue an instruction, you will respond with, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ and then carry out the instruction. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Charlie. He felt the butterflies becoming more and more active.
“Yes,” Erin said and giggled.
Yvette considered Erin for a moment without showing any change at all to her expression. Erin watched her, still smiling. Then Yvette turned and walked to one of the wall cabinets and pulled open its double doors.
Inside, hanging from pegboards, was an array of paddles, floggers, and other like devices. There were leather-covered spankers, wooden ones that looked like ping pong paddles, and even what looked like a cricket bat. There were cat-o’-nine-tails in leather, suede, silicane, and nylon. There was a wand with lengths of fine metal chain attached and even a short whip. There were bamboo canes, leather straps, and tickers that looked like feather dusters. Yvette considered the collection for a moment before selecting a medium-length riding crop with a leather tip. She turned back to Erin and Charlie and walked slowly towards them, tapping the leather end of the riding crop against her palm.
“This cabinet,” she said, “contains examples of the kinds of things I’ll employee if you fail to follow my instructions.” She stopped next to Erin, who was no longer smiling and instead watched Yvette with wide-eyed fascination.
“So,” she said, “if one of you fails to carry out a task I have asked you to carry out or otherwise responds to one of my commands incorrectly…”
The riding crop flashed out and caught Erin on her cotton-covered butt with a dull smack. Erin jumped away from it and let out a high-pitched yelp.
“Do you understand?” Yvette asked.
Erin stared wildly at Yvette, now flushed and breathing heavily. “Ye…, Mistress.” She said.
Charlie felt himself stirring and suddenly became very conscious of the fact that he was not wearing anything under his robe.
“Good,” said Yvette. She walked over to a set of hooks on the wall near the doors to the change rooms, her long legs carrying her gracefully and purposefully. She took off her cardigan and hung it on one of the hooks, then turned to face Erin and Charlie and Charlie felt himself stir again. Yvette was now wearing just a deep black cotton cami that hugged firm, c-cup breasts and a wait that narrowed slightly above the flare of wide hips. Her black jeans sat just below the hem of her top, leaving a slider of bare skin above the waistband and accentuating the curves of her toned behind. With her long, graceful neck exposed, Yvette looked even taller and more imperious.
“Now,” she said, “let’s have a look at some of the other things that we might be using over the next few sessions. Come with me, please.” Her voice was neither harsh nor angry, but was firm and business-like and made it clear She would broke no further nonsense from either of them. She stride over to another of the cabinets lining the walls. Charlie and Erin followed obediently behind her.
“Yes, mistress,” they said in unison.
Over the next half-hour or so, Yvette showed them the contents of several more cabinets, each as full of exotic-looking devices as the first. In one cabinet, were vibrators of wildly varying shape, size, and power, from tiny, simple bullets to palm-sized rabbits to thrusting insertables and powerful, plug-in wands. In another cabinet were shelves and shelves of massage oils, candles, and every kind of lubricant you could think of, from tubes of thick-but-effective drugstore lube to creamy, white substances meant to simulate outrageous amounts of semen.
In yet another cabinet were dildos of every shape and size imagineable. Many were modeled after human anatomy and Charlie was amazed at the range of sizes and shapes that had been crafted in silicane. Many were made in wild swirls and rainbow colors. Some were simple and smooth; others were rendered in outlandish textures and shapes that their creators imagined may have belonged to dragons and unicorns and space aliens. Among these, Charlie found himself staring at a few particularly sizable specimens, some of them more than two inches thick and as long as his forearm.
“Charlie, touch one of them and see what you think about the texture,” Yvette said.
Charlie glanced at her serious, unmoving expression and then reached his hand towards a smooth, medium-sized dildos.
Thwack!
He jumped as he felt the sting of the riding crop through the robe.
“Uh… yes, Mistress,” he stammered. Yvette nodded and gestured back to the cabinet.
Charlie reached for the cabinet again, consciousness of the quickly-receding sing on his butt and his stiffening cock. He ran his hand over the silicane cock, surprised by its soft surface texture and the supplement firmness of its obviously high-grade material.
With a nod from Yvette, Erin also took a step towards the cabinet and began to explore. Her hand roamed around the various artistic phalluses of varioustextures and firmnesses, wrapping her hand around each one briefly before moving on. She seemed particularly fascinated by the more elaborate selections, stroking and caresing one after another as she chewed her lower lip. Charlie felt his cock grow to nearly its full size as he watched her explore the dildo cabinet and he adjusted his robe again.
In the last cabinet were all manner of restraining devices — handcuffs, lengths of soft, black rope, roles of vinyl tape, hip and shoulder harnesses, and leather cuffs with metal d-rings attached to them. As before, Yvette let Charlie and Erin explore the contents of the cabinet, running their fingers over the various devices and noting the different textures and pointing them out to each other. After a few minutes, Yvette gently interrupted their conversation.
“Well now,” she said. “Now that you’ve had a chance to see our collection, I think it’s time for us to take a more practical look at a few of these.” It wasn’t a question. Charlie stood quietly and waited for further instructions and Erin did the same next to him.
“Charlie, do you see those four leather cuffs on the right-hand side there?”
“Uh-huh — uh — yes, Mistress,” Charlie replied.
Yvette nodded. “Good,” she said. “Take them out of the cabinet and put them on Erin. One on each wrist, and one on each ankle.”
“Yes… Mistress,” Charlie answered. He took the cuffs from the cabinet and turned to Erin, who was watching him intently. Her face was an adorable shade of red and her pretty pink lips were parted slightly. Charlie’s heart beat faster as he rolled up the sleeves of her robe one-by-one and secured cuffs around her wrist. Then he bent down and did the same for her ankles.
“Good, Charlie,” said Yvette when he stood up. “Now Erin, take off your robe.”
Erin froze. She stared at Yvette and didn’t move, her mouth hanging slightly open.
There was a sharp thwack and a squeal as leather met backside. But thoughugh Erin jumped — Charlie noticed — she didn’t move away from Yvette or try to hide behind her husband. Rather, she stared at Yvette, breathing heavily and fingering the laptops of her robe. Yvette stared back, her height causing her to look down at the shorter woman.
“Erin,” Yvette said in quiet, measured tones, “take off your robe.”
Erin hesitated for just a second more. “Yes, mistress” she finally said as she reached for the tie at her waist.
As the robe slide off of Erin’s shoulders and pooled at her feet, Charlie’s cock swelled more than he thought even possible as his wife stood naked in front of them. She shifted her weight awkwardly from foot to foot, but, somewhat to Charlie’s surprise, made no effort to cover her pert, b-cup breasts, her hard, pink nipples, or the neatly trimmed tuft of blond hair between her legs. She continued to look directly into Yvette’s eyes, not in defiance but in anticipation, a flush now covering her cheeks, neck, and chest.
Yvette stared back and nodded. “Better,” she said. “Now come with me, Erin, there are some more things I need to show you today.”
Erin followed Yvette to the bed, dressed in nothing but sandals and the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles.
“Stand here and face that wall,” said Yvette. Erin stood at one long edge of the bed with her knees against the mattress and her soft, naked backside towards her husband. Yvette went around to the opposite side. She reached under the bed and pulled out a length of thick, black rope with a carabiner at the end. She tossed the carabiner across the bed to Erin.
“Put this through the loops on the cuffs around your wrists,” she ordered. Charlie watched in fascination as Erin did as she was told. Her hands were now bound together at the wrist, attached to the length of rope.
“Erin,” Yvette said, “I want you to keep your feet planted on that side of the bed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” Erin promptly replied.
Yvette nodded, then pulled firmly on the rope, causing Erin to bend at the waist over the bed, her feet still planted on the floor. Charlie’s heart leaves into his throat. The motion caused her to thrust her backside into the air, exposing her pussy and ass. Charlie stared at his wife’s velvety labia and pumped, pink asshole. He’d seen her naked a hundred times, but never so wanton and vulgar and exposed.
And never with someone else in the room.
He was mesmerized, and his hand crept to his crotch and rubbed gently around the head of his almost painfully engaged cock. He caught himself and looked up at Yvette who was watching him. He reflexively took his hand away from his penis and looked quickly at the floor. Yvette watched him, mostly without expression, but Charlie thought he saw the faintest glimmer of a smile pass across her lips. He looked at the floor and tried to think of something to do with his hands.
Yvette tied off the rope under the bed and walked over to the cabinet containing the various harnesses, cuffs, and ropes. From a spot near the top of the pegboard, she took a black, metal bar, about 30 inches long, with rings at the ends.
“Charlie, come with me” she said as she stride over to Erin’s side of the bed. “Take this,” Yvette handed Charlie the metal bar, “and attach it to Erin’s ankle restraints.”
Charlie had seen a spreader bar used before — in porn, at least — and immediately crouched down to attach the rings on the ends to the rings on the cuffs around Erin’s ankles. Doing so brought him face-to-pussy with his wife. He was close enough to see her in high detail — her soft, pink lips glistening and plump. Her legs shifted and twisted as she squirmed, clearly feeling self-conscious. But her pussy was so damp that he could see the wet sheen on her thighs and smell her arousal in the air. He forced his attention back to his task and attached one end of the spreader bar to one of Erin’s ankles. Erin was still squirming and had crossed her legs at the knees in a vain attempt to be less completely exposed. Charlie looked up at Yvette.
Thwack!
The riding crop left a small, pink square on Erin’s ass and her legs uncrossed. Charlie moved her other foot into position and attached the spreader bar, then stood up.
His cock throbbed looking at his wife’s now completely exposed body. He didn’t Even try to hide the tent under his robe.
“Good,” said Yvette, as she walked over to the cabinet holding the various paddles and floggers. “Now, Erin, you seem to have a bit of an issue following instructions today. Since it seems we’ll be using these particular implementations quite a bit, we may as well get familiar with them.” She pulled a leather-clad paddle from the rack and returned to the bed, handing the paddle to Charlie.
“Now, Charlie,” she said, “do you know what to do with this?”
“Uh… yes, mistress,” Charlie stammered.
“Good,” Yvette said. “Show me.”
Charliehesitated for a moment, then gave Erin a light tap on the bum with the paddle. She squeaked.
“Harder, Charlie,” Yvette commanded. Charlie swung the paddle again, this time with a bit more force, and it made a light “smack” sound. Erin squeaked again.
Yvette’s expression became somehow even stereo. She strode over to Charlie and stood so close that his cock brushed against her belly Through the robe. Charlie twitched, but Yvette didn’t react. She leaned forward until her mouth was directly next to his ear.
“Harder, Charlie,” she practically whispered.
Charlie turned back to Erin, exhausted sharply, then gave his wife a good, hard smack with the paddle.
It made a sharp, satisfying thwack sound and instead of squeaking, this time Erin groaned. It was a heavy, lustful sound coming from low in her chest and it caused Charlie’s cock to twitch again.
“Again,” said Yvette. Charlie scratched Erin’s backside again and she groaned again, this time longer and louder.
“Again,” said Yvette. Another smack. Another groan.
“Good,” said Yvette. “Let’s try another one.” She went to the cabinet and pulled out a wooden paddle this time.
The scene continued much like that for several minutes. Charlie would smack Erin’s ass with whatever implementation Yvette had given him. His cock would twitch and Erin would groan. Then Yvette would hand him another one. They repeated the sequence with the wooden paddle; a silicane one; a nylon flogger; a leather flogger; even the one with the lengths of light chain on the end. As the implements became more and more medieval, Charlie was amazed to find himself breathing harder and harder, and not just from the exercise.
His wife’s groans were getting longer and louder with each smack. Her ass was now bright pink all over and she had started squirming as she lay bent over the bed, rubbing herself against the soft sheets. Her face was flushed scarlet and strands of her disheveled hair stuck to the thinsheen of sweat on her forehead. She was panting. Charlie could barely contain himself, desperate as he beheld her glowing backside and her exposed, helpless pussy.
He heard his name being called and it brought him back to the room.
“Charlie,” Yvette said again. “Give that to me.”
Charlie looked at the black leather cat-o-nine-tails in his hand, then at the red stripes it had just left on Erin’s ass. He handed it over to Yvette.
“Yes, mistress,” he said.
“Thank you, Charlie. Now I want you to take off your robe.”
“I… um…” Charlie stammered, suddenly self-conscious.
Thwack! The flogger cracked against Erin’s ass and she groaned with pain and pleasure, straining against the restraints that held her wrists and ankles.
“Uh… yes, mistress,” Charlie said quickly. He hesitated for a moment longer and then untied the tie at his waist and let the robe fall to the floor.
Yvette eyed him up and down, letting her gaze linger at his cock, which was bigger and harder than Charlie had ever felt it before. Its swollen, purple head pointed at Yvette, round and shining.
“Very good, Charlie,” Yvette said, evenly. “Now stand behind Erin.”
Charlie walked over to his wife and stood just behind her pink, welt-covered ass.
Yvette walked over to the restraint cupboard and took out another pair of leather cuffs and a metal connector clip. She returned to the bed. “Give me your hands, please,” she said to Charlie. He did.
Yvette quickly affixed the cuffs to Charlie’s wrists, then pulled his arms behind him and clipped them together behind his back. The motion pulled Charlie’s shoulders back, causing his erection to stand out even more prominently than before.
Yvette finished binding his hands, then stood beside him, so close she was practically touching him.
“I think you’ve both got the general idea of the space. But there is one more thing I’d like you to do for me today.”
Charlie swallowed.”Yes, mistress,” he said.
Yvette reached down and took Charlie’s straining cock in her hand. He flinched and she squeezed him to keep him from pulling away. Her hands were warm and soft and her fingers were firm, but not rough. They were simply in charge.
Yvette pulled on Charlie’s cock, and he followed behind it until he was standing between Erin’s legs. Yvette guided him to Erin’s pussy and rubbed his cock head against her warm, wet labia, causing him to suck in a breath and Erin to gasp. After a few short strokes up and down Erin’s slit, she positioned Charlie’s cock at her entrance, then stood up so she was positioned behind him, leaning against his back with her lips to his ear.
“I want you to fuck your wife for me,” she said in a suddenly soft, husky voice. As she did so, she pushed on his hips, causing the entire length of his cock to slide into Erin’s soaking wet pushesy. Erin cried out and tried to push back against her husband, but the bonds held her, helplessand frustrated. Charlie grunted and tried to calm the tingle in his groin.
Yvette gently pushed on his hips again, causing him to rock back and forth slightly, creating just a tiny bit of friction, giving him just the slightest taste of the soft, rippling sheath of Erin’s pussy.
“But Charlie,” Yvette practically whispered in his ear, “do not cum until I say so. Do you understand?”
Charlie’s breath was short, but he replied, “yes, mistress.”
“Good,” Yvette said, and sat on the bed next to Erin. “Now give this disobedient slut what she wants. But do. Not. Cum.”
“Ungh… yes, mistress,” Charlie groaned. He started to thrust his hips forward and back, feeling more of Erin’s cunt as more of his length slid in and out of her. It was awkward at first, with his hands tied behind his back, but he soon learned how to balance his weight and was steady, if not graceful, as he began to glide in and out of Erin’s dripping fuckhole.
Thwack!
Erin grunted hardas Yvette hit her with the flogger again, deftly avoiding Charlie’s abdomen by mere millionites to leave yet another set of stripes on Erin’s ass. Charlie looked down and saw Erin’s asshole spread out in front of him and her pussy lips gripping his cock as he pulled out of her then pressed back in. He felt a surge between his legs and tried to will it away.
“Don’t cum, Charlie,” said Yvette.
“Ungh… yes, mistress…”
Thwack!
Erin was groaning continuously now, pulling hard at the restraints on her wrists. Charlie was panting and his thrusts were getting faster.
“Don’t cum, Charlie,” said Yvette.
Thwack!
Suddenly Charlie felt’ Erin’s pussy grip him more tightly than he’d ever felt as her orgasm crested. She screamed with a low, animal voice and bucked against the bed, her pussy squeeze and massaging Charlie’s cock inside her.
It was too much for him.
Charlie’s cock exploded into his wife and he pressed into her soft flesh, pouring what felt like a gallon of jizz into her hot, spasming body. He half-groaned, half-shouted, and struggled to stay standing with his hands still bound behind his back.
Before his orgasm had completely subsided, Yvette had undone the restraints at his wrists. He braced himself on the mattress with his hands and pulled back, his cock bouncing free of Erin with a squishing sound. A small waterfall of cum came with it and pooled on the floor between Erin’s still spread legs.
Yvette gently guided him to the bed before quickly and surely undoing Erin’s restraints. Yvetten practically lifted the smaller woman onto the mattress next to her husband, picking up her legs and positioning Erin so she could lay on her side nestled against Charlie. Erin was breathing deeply, already half-asleep. Her eyes were closed and she wore a dazed, blissful expression. Yvette strode softly to the pile of blankets and brought one to the bed, laying it over Charlie and Erin. It was soft and heavy andEven though Charlie was covered in a sheen of sweat, the weight felt good.
Yvette sat on the side of the bed next to Erin and stroked her hair. Erin made a happy little noise and nuzzled against Charlie.
“You two did great today,” Yvette said. It was no longer her stern, dominatrix voice, but the easy, comforting voice she had used in the reception area.
“We’ll work on a few things,” she said, looking Charlie directly in the eye, the slightest edge momentarily creeping back into her infection, “but I think you’ll have fun. You stay here as long as you need and I’ll see you at the next session.”
Yvette got up from the bed, took her sweater from the hook on the wall, and disappeared back through the door from which she’d entered.
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