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“Look at this tiny thing.”

I could tell that Ella was in her element. So unbelievably confident, so completely in control.

I knew that my friend had an interesting sex life, to say the least. I knew she had some done some stuff online, which was more than Jeff had known. So I guess in some ways, I was more prepared for this than my boyfriend was. But that didn’t mean I was in any way truly prepared for it.

Certainly, I wasn’t prepared for my own reaction, or that of my boyfriend. Because we were completely swept up in this outrageous storm of desire and domination and humiliation, both of us. I had never expected anything like that. And I’ll admit that part of me, a large part, felt sorry for my boyfriend as he stood there completely humiliated, hands bound behind his back, his perfectly adequate cock stuffed into a pair of sexy pink panties. Part of me worried about the possible outcomes of all this, what we were doing to him. Maybe he would hate it. Maybe he would hate me for it. But that part was drowned out by the part that, for whatever reason, wanted this. The part that was unexpectedly thrilled by this strange new twist of events. I didn’t know what was that stirred inside me to watch Ella humiliating my boyfriend.

I didn’t know why it did to me what it did, sending wild jolts of pleasure and excitement racing through my body. All I knew was it was working. Even though it shouldn’t. Even though I couldn’t understand why. I couldn’t stop questioning it, doubting it, thinking about it, even while it was happening. And as I did that, I had to acknowledge that the part of me that felt bad for Jeff, the part of me that wanted to stop this wild game before somebody got hurt, was no match for the part of me that wanted more.

Ella stepped around in front of Jeff. In her shining skintight suit, she looked like some alien creature, as if the glimmering, glittering black latex really was her skin, as if the tall high heels of her boots grew directly from the soles of her feet. She was like some creature devoted only to sex, some being designed purely for pleasure. I was straight, only really attracted to men. But something about Ella that day attracted me all the same. It was a different desire from the kind I was familiar with, less based on possessing her than simply admiring her. I wanted to be her more than I wanted to fuck her. But in the end, that distinction seemed almost academic. I was drawn to her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The fact that desire manifested itself in a different way than it did for my trembling boyfriend didn’t seem to matter very much at all.

Ella stepped in close to Jeff, and it seemed there was nothing she couldn’t do, nothing she wouldn’t do. I was hardly going to stop her, and my poor teased boyfriend was in no position to do anything. Ella reached out, the sleeve of her latex get-up shining, and she grinned wickedly as she grabbed Jeff’s bulge in her hand, through the pink fabric of the panties she had put him in. Jeff groaned, his eyelids fluttering, his eyes half-closing at her touch, and I felt a stab of jealousy I knew I had no right to. After all, it was me that put him in this position, me and my sexy friend. He had no control over anything anymore. But I was also painfully, thrillingly aware that if I wanted to punish him for being turned on by Ella’s touch, I could. I could, and there was nothing he could do about it. Plus, it would be totally in line with the game we were playing and the new roles we had all adopted.

“Honestly, I don’t know how you put up with this thing for so long,” Ella said, turning to me as she spoke, still grasping Jeff’s bulge in her hand. And I knew she was joking, at least in part. But I also knew that this was part of the rules of the game. Her intention was to humiliate my boyfriend, and by how comfortable she was doing just that, I guessed it was part of whatever it was she did with these men who loved her so much for treating them so badly. Ella knew exactly what to do. All I had to do was follow her lead.

“Yeah, well, I love him,” I said with a shrug. “You know how it is. You put up with things for the people you love.”

Jeff’s eyes opened as he looked at me, his mouth opening without making a sound. And again, I felt sorry for him. But something told me I couldn’t let that pity show. That wasn’t part of the game. I was lying, of course. I had never had any problems with my boyfriend’s size, and I still didn’t. But it was obvious to me that that was what this game required.

“Well, life has rules,” Ella said. And Jeff groaned again as she toyed with his cock in her hand, her fingernails sinking slightly into the pink fabric as she played with it.

“And one of the rules is that tiny men get punished. The best a guy with a cock like this can do to satisfy a woman is just to accept his role as a beta male and devote himself to serving us as best he can. What do you say, little Jeff? You think you can do that? You think you can please us by doing as you’re told? Because I guarantee, you’re not doing it with that worthless excuse for a penis.”

I couldn’t help it. She was so mean, so cruel, so mocking. And so out of line, too. Jeff’s cock wasn’t small, and even though I knew Ella had been with a lot of guys, I had to imagine she knew that too. About the only person who I wasn’t sure knew it was a best exaggeration and at worst an outright lie was Jeff. He squirmed uncomfortably where he stood in Ella’s room, and every mocking word seemed to register.

I’m not na?ve. I know that men can be sensitive about their size, and that often, they think about it far more than women do. Ella was playing on those fears and insecurities like a pro. And as obvious as it was to me that that was what she was doing, it was also obvious that it was working.

And the cruel things Ella was saying to my boyfriend, ultimately, were no more shocking than his response.

“Okay,” Jeff said, his eyes fully closed now, and I tried not to gasp at his response.

He looked completely overcome with desire. Standing there with his hands bound wearing humiliating panties, he seemed lost in a world of lust. Of course, I had seen him turned on many times before, though always by me, not by somebody else. And maybe it was just that my involvement was mostly as a spectator. Or maybe it was more than that. But I wasn’t sure I had ever seen him quite this excited. And that made me feel strange, too. I probably should have been jealous, and a large part of me certainly was. But again, it was drowned out by the wild lust I felt and the desire for more of this sexy game Ella had basically tricked us both into. It was thrilling beyond belief, and as undoubtedly strange and wild as it was, I already knew I wanted more. I wanted to see where it went, to see what kind of strange delight. Be taken from this new development. I could already see that my boyfriend, ashamed as he was, wanted exactly the same. And of course, with Ella, there was never any doubt. She may have just finished dominating another man, but it was obvious that she was more than ready to do it all over again.

Ella looked at me, her eyes wide and shining as her gaze met mine. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and for almost the first time, it seemed that even my dominatrix friend was surprised. Not enough to shatter her dominant persona, though. Already, I got the sense it would take a lot to do that.

“Good boy,” Ella said, giving Jeff’s package another little squeeze to make him groan and tremble with desire.

“Well, since you basically have no chance of pleasing a woman this little thing, I guess we need to work on how else you can make us happy,” Ella said. She turned her smiling face from Jeff back to me again as she spoke. “How is he at giving head?”

It was an outrageous question. I was more used Ella’s uninhibited ways than my boyfriend was. Standing beside this latex-wrapped goddess, Jeff looked absolutely mortified. But I wasn’t much less shocked. Still, I felt like I had to play my own part in this sexual drama. I had to act as if this was all perfectly normal, and for whatever reason, I wanted to feel as calm and in control as Ella was. All part of what I envied about her. So I suppressed my surprise at her question and did my best to act as if there was nothing strange about discussing intimate details of my sex life with my friend while my boyfriend stood between us, tied up and dressed in women’s panties.

“Actually, pretty good,” I said. Ella’s smile never faltered as she looked at me.

“You would say that,” she replied. “You’re too loyal. But we’ll see. We’ll see how good he really is.”

I didn’t know what she meant by that. But I knew I was going to find out.

The light in the bedroom gleamed on every curve of my friend’s body as she moved. Finally, she took her hand away from the bulge in the front of the panties Jeff wore, and I saw his eyes following her as she moved, locked onto that incredible figure I so envied. Again, I felt some delicious trace of jealousy that only served to enhance the sheer sexiness of the moment the three of us were sharing. And Ella circled around Jeff, moving all the way around him, looking his body up and down like a piece of meat before taking a seat on the bed in front of him. My heart raced in my chest, my stomach fluttering with nervousness as I waited to see what happened next. And Ella patted the mattress beside her as she looked at me, inviting me to join her.

“Have a seat, Sam,” she said. And, still as nervous as ever, I did. I stepped past Jeff, smiling at him for a moment as I did, then sat beside my sexy friend. It was quite a pair we made, me in a casual some outfit and her dressed like the mistress of the dungeon she evidently was. But maybe in some way I got caught up in her halo. Maybe in some way, her undeniable sexiness enhanced my own. At least, I hoped so. I hoped I wasn’t paling in comparison to the absolute goddess I was sitting beside. Certainly, as entranced as he was by the way Ella locked, Jeff still looked at me, too. I could still see desire in his eyes when he looked at me, and it only made my heart beat faster.

“Get over here, Tiny,” Ella said, and again, a giggle rose in my throat at her mocking words. Jeff cringed, but he knew he had no choice. He stepped forward, and Ella looked as magnificent as ever as she sat there on the bed, smiling up at him, her icy blue eyes forming a contrast to her black hair and stark black outfit that made her so unbelievably alluring.

“Get down on your knees, where you belong,” she said, pointing to the floor in front of us. She spoke softly, not barking her orders, but instead giving them as if she had no doubt they would be obeyed. She was just that confident. Jeff looked from her me and back again, but somehow, I never doubted he would do as he was told. Because I could see the desire in his face, could see his excitement, even without looking at the obscene bulge in the front of the humiliating pink panties he wore. I wasn’t sure I had ever seen my boyfriend this turned on, and I had no trouble believing that he would do whatever it took to get any scrap of pleasure Ella felt like allowing him.

He did it. My boyfriend got down on his knees on the floor right there in front of us, and as he did, shrinking in front of us, I felt what I suspected Ella must be feeling too, the feeling that probably prompted her to live the wild and kinky life she was clearly living. It was a feeling of power, of total control. The feeling of being so desirable that a man would give up everything, give up his freedom, just to have us. It was intoxicating. There was no denying that. It was the first time I had ever experienced anything quite like it, and I wasn’t ready for the unbelievable thrill it gave me. And maybe the pattern of the future was set right there, in that moment, as I felt that power flowing through me. Maybe it was inevitable, from that moment on, that I was going to want more.

And still, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. More than willing to let Ella continue to take charge, knowing this was more her territory more than it was mine. There was a new tension in the air that I couldn’t help but feel as I sat there on the bed, caught up in Ella’s world of kinky sex and loving every minute of it.

Ella turned to me, her eyes shining to match the sheen of her revealing outfit.

“Take your panties off,” she said. Her voice was just as soft when she talked to me as it was when she spoke to my boyfriend, and in my case, I didn’t feel like she was giving me an order. At the same time, as outrageous as her suggestion was, I wanted to do it. Ella and I had seen each other’s bodies before, and since there was no attraction between us, it didn’t mean anything. We had changed clothes in front of each other, shared outfits in the past. But it wasn’t like a regular thing. And it was nothing like this. Nothing like what she was suggesting now, because I had no doubt what her next idea would be.

And I wanted it.

I hesitated for a moment, just from the strangeness of the request, Jeff’s eyes locked on both of us as this strange drama played out.

Then, I did what my friend said.

I pulled off my skirt, and I smiled down at Jeff as I did it, knowing I now had his undivided attention. I took hold of my underwear and pulled it down my legs, lifting one leg after the other to remove it completely and let it fall to the floor. Jeff was staring at me in astonishment, his eyes rising and falling as he looked me in the face, then had his attention drawn irresistibly back down between my legs. And I let him look. I let my thighs spread, exposing my pussy right there in Ella’s bedroom, sitting down next to my friend. I was already wet. The kinky situation we were in made certainly sure of that.

“Are you just going to look at it all day, Tiny?” Ella said with a sneer in her voice as she addressed my boyfriend. “Or are you going to show me how you please your girlfriend?”

Jeff managed to tear his attention away from me for a moment to look at her. His mouth was open, an expression of astonishment on his face that I was hardly surprised by. I was just as astonished, even if I was trying to act otherwise. It was already obvious to me that Jeff wasn’t going to protest, wasn’t going to put up a fight. Why would he? Just like me, he wanted what was happening.

Jeff glanced up at me, to see me smiling down at him in what I hoped was an encouraging way. And, without a word, he shuffled forward on his knees. I parted my legs a little further to receive him, give him access to my body like a prize he was offered. And as he leaned in, he glanced one last time up at Ella, to see her watching, and that sent another unexpected thrill of desire through my body.

Then, I felt his tongue sliding over my sensitive skin. Already lubricated by the juices that were trickling out of me, it felt electric. I trembled on the bed where I sat next to Ella, unable to believe what was happening. I had never done anything sexual in front of any kind of audience before. Every experience I had had been between two people, me and a guy. Already, this was well outside the normal bounds of my behavior. But after all, that was what made it exciting. That was what made it worth doing. The chance to be someone else, to live another life, and to do things I had never done before.

I heard Anna’s sexy catsuit creak as she sat beside me, watching everything. She was leaning over to watch Jeff licking my pussy, and just at the thought of it, another little gasp escaped my parted lips. My pleasure was growing by the second, and of course, I was already so excited. Besides, it felt like Jeff was working hard to please me, as if desperate to prove himself to the woman watching us. His tongue moved over my body, at first sliding over the folds of my pussy, almost teasing me. Jeff knew what I liked. It had been a while since he had gone down on me, but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t something he ever did. Certainly not every time we were together, but it wasn’t a rarity either.

It was never like this.

Jeff used every bit of skill and knowledge of my body he had. After teasing me with his tongue for a while, he slid it slowly inside, and I let out a little gasp of pleasure, a little moan of excitement. The bud of my clitoris slowly swelled with excitement, and Jeff noticed. With his tongue buried inside me, he rubbed his nose against it, moving in gentle circles first, just teasing that sensitive spot. And then, as my excitement grew, he tipped back his head, sliding his tongue further up my body to caress my clit with the sensitive organ. I groaned out loud, and beside me, I heard Ella chuckle. She didn’t say anything, but somehow, I got the feeling the beautiful dominatrix approved of my boyfriend’s efforts.

Jeff was clearly encouraged. Leaning further forward, he pressed his lips against my clit, surrounding it and isolating it. Teasing it with his tongue, he gently sucked, and soon, I was squeezing my thighs together around his head, my body shaking with pleasure that was so intense it was starting to feel unbearable.

As if he sensed that, Jeff backed off. Instead, he moved his mouth down to my pussy again, eagerly licking up the juices that had begun to pour out of me in a steady flood. His tongue moved rhythmically over my sensitive folds, pressing them apart again, and I growled between my teeth at the feeling of desire that was growing inside me.

Usually, by now, I would have stopped him. Usually, after he did this to me, I would want him so badly I wouldn’t be able to resist. I would demand he put his cock inside me, demand that we had sex right there and then, and of course, my boyfriend would joyfully comply.

But this time was different. This time, Ella was watching. She had her own agenda, her own ideas, her own opinions on how everything should go. And I was happy enough with how things had gone so far to be more than willing to go along with it. Even though I desperately wanted him inside me. Even though by now, all I could think about was sex and my desperate need for it. Even though I could hardly remember the last time I had been so turned on, as if nothing else in life mattered except the pleasure I was feeling and the promise of the orgasm that lay ahead.

I don’t come from oral, usually. I enjoy it, a lot. Beside the delicious physical sensations, it’s just nice to have a man devoted to pleasing you for a while. But I could feel that orgasm rising inside me, buzzing within my body as Jeff’s skillful tongue moved over my sex. It felt so strange to be sitting next to my best friend like this, in the throes of passion, my voice slowly rising in the music of bliss as Jeff served me. But of course, that only made it more exciting.

“Oh my God, that feels so good,” I gasped, making my friend laugh again as she sat beside me. But I couldn’t help it. It did feel good. It felt unbelievably good, and minute by minute, lick by lick, I could feel my inhibitions melting away. What we were doing might be crazy, might be well outside my normal realm of sexual experience. But it was so fucking hot, I didn’t care anymore.

“I guess he does have some uses, then,” Ella said grudgingly beside me. “You know, you can fuck him if you want to.”

“I do,” I gasped. And I knew that Jeff could hear us from the way his tongue hesitated on my pussy, seeming almost to stutter for a moment. I could only imagine how it filled him with hope to hear me say what I said, how badly he must be desiring exactly that. And it was so wild and kinky to think that somehow, we needed Ella’s permission. That somehow, she was now firmly in charge of this most intimate part of our lives. But it was the truth.

Ella moved on the bed beside me. Again, her latex catsuit and her thigh-high boots creaked with the motion of her body as she rose gracefully to her feet. Her outfit shone like a suit of armor as she bent over Jeff, and I heard him wince as she grabbed a fistful of his short hair. Smiling, she pulled on it, and Jeff lifted his mouth away from my streaming pussy, rising awkwardly to his feet as Ella pulled him upright.

I looked up at him, standing there with his hands bound behind his back, his hard cock stuffed awkwardly into a pair of pink panties. Without hesitating, Ella pulled those panties down until his cock sprang free, pointing upward and throbbing with the sheer force of his desire. She didn’t take the panties off, I noticed; she just pulled them down. And, smiling all the while, she delivered a quick loud slap to that ass again, making Jeff’s cock bounce and sway with the force of the blow as he grunted. I couldn’t help it. Even in the depths of my desire, overcome with lust for my boyfriend as I was, I laughed at the way my friend was treating him.

“Fuck her, loser,” she said, that sneer audible in her voice again. “See if you can prove to me that you’re not completely useless in bed. Even though I can’t see myself being impressed by anything you might do with that little thing.”

As usual, Jeff didn’t say anything. As usual, there was nothing he could say. But everything Ella was saying only increased the sexiness of the situation, as far as I was concerned. It was unbelievable, but it was unbelievably exciting, and bit by bit, I was losing any hesitation I might have had. I was desperate with desire, and suddenly even the most outrageous ideas seemed not only plausible, but desirable. As if I had never wanted anything else.

Seized by an idea, I rolled over on the bed, getting on my hands and knees, turning my back on them. Ella let out a burst of wild laughter as she saw what I wanted. With Jeff standing beside the bed, it put me at just the right height to take him like this, and I backed my ass up toward him, spreading my legs apart, a bitch in heat ready to get fucked.

Holding Jeff by one arm, Ella guided him forward. Not that she needed to. It’s exactly what was required of him, and all he wanted was to give me what I demanded.

As Jeff stepped up to the edge of the bed, I turned to watch over my shoulder and gasped in surprise and delight as I saw Ella reached down and take hold of his cock. She guided it inside me, and I moaned as I arched my back, pushing my ass back toward him to feel him inside me. No matter what my cruel friend said, he certainly didn’t feel small as he filled me up, groaning as he pushed his rigid cock deep inside me. And Ella removed her hand as he filled me up, using it instead to spank my boyfriend again with a loud slap that reverberated through the bedroom.

“Actually, this is perfect,” my dominatrix friend said with a note of satisfaction in her voice. “He can fuck you while I punish him for being such a loser.”

I let out a long moan of excitement, my body shivering with pleasure as Ella stepped away from the bed. I heard her high heels moving across the bedroom as she returned to the closet, but by now, I was so wrapped up in the pleasure I was feeling that I hardly cared anymore what she was doing. All that mattered was the sensations that were filling me as Jeff began to slide his cock back and forth, driving it deeper inside me with every thrust. And I howled in pleasure, I gasped and moaned, and my wild cries filled the room where they had never been heard before, Ella’s bedroom now becoming the scene of what was already, beyond any doubt, past any pretense, some of the best sex my boyfriend and I had ever had.