Page 7 of Any Which Way
B eing back on stage was electric .
It had been years since I danced in front of anyone but casually for Eleri, yet when I saw the flyer for the workshops at Glittering Vices, a pang of longing hit I thought had long since been pushed aside.
And when Ryan showed as much enthusiasm for the idea of my somewhat impromptu performance after I explained I once took dance classes under her late mother’s tutelage over a decade earlier, I knew it was meant to be.
The entire experience filled me with such a renewed sense of joy that the energy still radiated through my system nearly three hours later.
It was like being a kid on Halloween who ate all their candy within hours of coming home and tearing off their costume.
I was practically bouncing when I walked in the door of our house.
I immediately knew I would return to dance at Glittering Vices again.
Truthfully, I think I knew it wouldn’t be my last time performing the second Cypher showed me the black catsuit that miraculously fit my body like a second skin instead of an off the rack extra often reserved for girls with short legs and just a little extra thickness around the waist.
Of course, my routine tonight had been rushed, something easy I remembered from my years of dancing and nowhere near perfected thanks to the very short rehearsal timeframe I had been given. But that wasn’t what tonight’s performance had been about.
The cold sensation of an ice cube against my bare ass makes me yelp, pulling me back from the fantasy of performing on stage for far more people than I did tonight.
I make to move but refrain at the last second, rigidly locking every muscle of my body into place.
“This is usually the best way to shut your mind off when it’s racing. The way to remind you to slow down and breathe. But I see tonight, not even serving as your Mistress’s loyal and most prized possession is doing the trick.”
Eleri’s voice is thick, her steely words shooting to the place between my thighs.
I want to press my legs together, to find a small bit of friction.
But my wife anticipates my move, placing her porcelain teacup and saucer on top of my flattened back.
She follows by placing a glass of ice water next to the saucer.
The temperature of the cold glass against my skin sends a chill down my spine, but I hold steadfast, locked in a battle of wills with my own body.
She pads around to stand in front of where I kneel on all fours.
Staring straight ahead, unwavering in my stillness, I can just make out the tips of her toes as they peek out from under her tailored slacks.
Electric blue with specks of silver. The same color as her eyes, as a clear night sky over an endless sea.
“Being on stage made you feel powerful in a way you weren’t expecting, didn’t it?”
I’ll never know how in the hell this woman gets in my head to know exactly what I’m thinking. But I guess that’s just one of the reasons I fell in love with her in the first place.
“Go ahead. You can speak.”
A second voice answers before I’m able to formulate exactly what I want to articulate in response. “What are we speaking ab… Well, hello, beauties. Sorry to interrupt. I’ll get out of your way.”
Every inch of my skin breaks out in goosebumps at Kai’s voice. It always has. But tonight, it’s because of something entirely different. Of the thoughts I’ve been having about him lately that are vastly outside of my normal desires.
Still, I remain motionless, unwilling to spill a drop of the liquid in the drinkware carefully balancing on my back like two tiny circus performers walking a tightrope.
“You’re not interrupting at all. I was just having my evening tea.”
Eleri’s feet leave my field of vision, and I briefly wonder if it’s weird that I find myself missing her toes before I snap back to the task at hand.
I hear the sound of the pair kissing before Eleri says something to Kai low enough that I’m not able to decipher. I’d stomp my foot about it if I could. But again, here I am.
Less than a minute passes before two sets of footsteps return to where I hold my table pose, the perfect serving station for my wife’s evening tea.
“Slowly lift your head for your Mistress. Be careful not to spill a drop or there will be consequences.”
I do as Eleri asks, my gaze sliding over two pairs of feet.
Over two long pairs of legs.
I look up, up, up until finally , I reach their faces.
“Would you like to hear about Kai’s class? I, for one, am very interested to hear about his first night.” Eleri nods, granting me permission to speak.
“Yes, Mistress. I would like to hear about his first night, too.”
A wicked smile spreads across my wife’s face, and not for the first time since I became her submissive, I wonder what I’ve just gotten myself into. “That’s exactly what I thought.”
Eleri turns her attention to Kai. “I think it’s only fair we level the playing field. After all, starting today, I’m calling the shots for both of us, aren’t I? Take off your clothes, Kai. Fold them and place them on the couch. Then kneel for your Mistress.”
I expect him to protest. To put up some sort of resistance.
Instead, Kai simply begins to undress, following the command from Eleri.
He shucks off his shirt before he works his pants down his thighs.
Plain black boxer briefs hug his body, and I have only the briefest moment to be sad he isn’t covered in delicate lace before his underwear join the rest of his clothing, leaving him as naked as the statue of David in a room full of clothed observers.
With an easy fluidity, Kai drops to his knees. He spreads them wide, his cock already hard and heavy between his legs. His palms come to rest upturned atop his toned thighs in a common symbol of willingness while his back remains straight.
Stilling myself from wanting to reach out to touch him, I take in a shallow breath, being sure not to disrupt the delicate serving ware still resting atop my back.
“Don’t you both look so beautiful at my mercy?”
It’s a question neither of us bother to answer, knowing our voices aren’t needed.
Our Mistress continues. “It’s truly an honor that you’ve both entrusted me with this job, and it’s not one I take lightly.
Brynn, love, every day I wake up next to you is a gift, and one day, you’re going to finally see yourself for the beautiful, complete woman you are just as the rest of the world already does.
Kai, sweetheart, I see you. I see the dedication you give to every single aspect of your life.
To your relationships and business, to every project you take on.
You give and give, rarely taking time for yourself.
That you would allow me the privilege of being the one to take some of that burden from you, giving you a place to truly feel at rest… It's intoxicating.”
Eleri walks to the edge of the sectional in our living room.
She sits on the ground with her back against the couch, spreading her thighs wide.
Fully clothed, she has an advantage over the two of us.
But from the way my pussy clenches and Kai’s cock bobs in my periphery, there is no doubt we’re both fully enjoying the slight humiliation of being on display for her wandering gaze.
“Kai, come sit between my legs. Brynn, hold your position, and do not speak unless I directly ask you a question.”
Of course, that makes me want to ask a million questions, starting with how this has anything to do with Kai’s class. But I don’t, remaining still as Kai begins to rise from his place next to me.
He crosses to Eleri, taking his place between her legs. She encourages him to recline with his back against her chest. And when she reaches around his body with one hand, circling her long, skillful fingers around his hard length, I’m not sure which of the three of us is in for the most trouble.
But I can’t wait to find out.