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"How are you feeling, babe? You just went through a lot." I said to Vi, still a bit concerned.

Vi looked over at me and grinned, a blissful and perfect grin. "I want to feel that ten more times. Today.”

"Vi, honey, you would literally die. You need to pace yourself here, even elite athletes have warmup and cooldown." Brenda said, patting Vi's stomach. "We're not going anywhere, we can fuck all the time. We don't have to do it all at once."

Vi turned to look at my wife, the haze of bliss clearing, her brain kicking in a little more, "Well…when you're done being concerned with my health…can I go down on Wendy for a little bit?"

"Vi, we're going to put you on the sidelines for a while. We don't want you hurting yourself." I smirked. "But, you can watch Brenda domme me as long as you promise not to masturbate until you've had at least twenty minutes for your pussy to cool down."

"I can be good…" Vi said, rolling over to sit up at the head of the bed. She reached around behind her back to take off the latex top she was still wearing, tossing it over to the other side of the room, her beautiful tits in full view, marked red where the ribbing and seams clung close to her body. "That's way too fucking hot to wear right now…" She shuffled the shorts off her legs, leaving her completely nude. "So…how am I going to watch if I can't masturbate?"

"Patiently, and carefully." I said.

"OK…so now what do I do? Where do you want me?" Vi said, her legs still open.

"Sit on the chair that Brenda was in." I indicated the luxurious padded chair that was next to our bed. "Just, please, Vi, I'm serious, don't masturbate for a while. I don't want you passing out." I said, tapping her thigh.

"I can behave…" Vi said, crawling to the end of the bed and then stepping onto the floor.

Brenda turned to me and stroked my hair. "Do you want a few moments of recovery time as well?"

"Yeah…let me get some water…just a quick drink." I said, standing up.

"Bring one for Vi too, dear…she's clearly lost a lot of fluids." She smiled at her. Vi was already in the chair, sitting comfortably with her legs spread apart, her pussy still open, her lips still glistening.

"You two are so mean…" Vi smiled back at us.

"Would you want us to be any other way?" Brenda said. She walked over to Vi and sat on her lap. Vi opened her thighs even further, but Brenda kept her own closed, resting on Vi's upper leg and not on her pussy. She leaned forward and gave Vi a little kiss. "Pace yourself, Vi, and we can build up your endurance. I know it sounds like fun to have a never-ending orgasm and just keep going, but it could really, seriously be bad for you."

"It's just so…fun…" Vi said. I held a glass of water out to her, and she took it quickly, gulping it down and spilling a good bit down her chest, which probably did well to cool her down…and looked so, so fucking hot .

"It needs to be fun and safe…and we can learn our limits together, ok?" Brenda said, playing with Vi's hair in the flirty way she did with mine.

Vi's hand wandered down to Brenda's ass. I smiled at my wife, who gave me the "it's fine" look back to me, letting the naughty little sub squeeze it.

"Now, Vi…if you promise me that you'll let yourself cool down, I want to give you an especially delightful treat as an incentive." Brenda said, staring into our sub's eyes.

"What?" Vi said.

"I mean, you've had days of seeing me be the top domme in this house. That gets a little stale, doesn't it? Wouldn't you want to see what would happen if little Wendy dommed me?"

Vi's eyes lit up, and I felt the same. We'd played that game, but it had been a while. "Brenda…" I started, "That's very sexy."

"I know, honey. I'm only a switch every once in a while, but right now, to finish up our little weekend with a bang, I feel like I want to be owned…" Brenda said.

Oh, my god. When Brenda said she was only a switch ‘once in a while’, I don’t think Vi understood. In the six years Brenda and I had been married, and even in the eight years we had been together, I could count the times Brenda let me domme her on one hand. I was ecstatic, I was nervous, I was everything. And I wanted to give Vi the best show possible.

“On the bed. I’m not going to ask twice.” I said, fixing my gaze on Brenda. I resisted the urge to look at Vi, focusing on giving Brenda this rare treat.

Brenda bit her lip and her cheeks blushed as she looked at me with those blue eyes that had made my heart melt the first time I saw her. She smiled. She loved to be the one in control, and giving it up left her looking relieved and begging for it.

She moved her body, getting into a perfect kneeling position in front of the bed. Her lingerie looked absolutely sexy as hell against her milky white skin and blonde hair .

I walked over to her and unbuckled her bra. “You don’t deserve clothes. Get naked, right now.” I said, walking behind her in long, pacing steps. I knew how to pace a scene and I could feel myself getting in the zone. I walked over to Vi, who was looking at me, a hungry, excited look.

Vi knew what it was like to be in that bed, on that bed, with me. “Stay calm, or I stop all of this.” I said, giving Vi a little extra domination, but also giving her good advice.

Vi nodded and looked up at me. I could tell she wanted to touch herself so badly, but she was resisting it. Good girl.

Brenda stood up and slid her panties down her long legs. She stood in front of me. Naked, vulnerable, the black patch of pubic hair the only thing giving her body color.

I ran a fingernail down the center of Brenda's body, from her chin to her clit. She was already breathing heavily, excited.

"Lay on the fucking bed." I commanded, the power of that statement coursing through me. Brenda sat down on the bed and laid back.

“Get up. Stop laying down.” I said, loving the ability to toy with my wife. I knew this bothered the hell out of her. My indecisiveness was one of the things that lead Brenda and me into BDSM in the first place. As a domme, Brenda took my options away and told me exactly what to do. Now that she was bound to my whims, I wanted to make sure I did all the things that got a little under her skin.

She stood up and looked at me, her breathing getting quicker, her face a little flushed. I looked at her, knowing what it took for her to give this up. She looked beautiful and vulnerable, which meant I was in the zone.

“I bet you think I’m going to pleasure your pussy, don’t you?” I said. Brenda didn't react, looking straight into my eyes.

"You won't, you couldn't." She said, the confidence of a domme still present in her voice.

"I won't?" I said, “You’re trying to play this against me…” I gr abbed her chin, rougher than I did with Vi. “You’re not as goddamn clever as you think you are, Brenda.”

She let out a breath as I pulled my hand away, and I could see her start to crumble. I stepped behind her and grabbed her by the hips, turning her body in an instant. I put one knee on the bed and pushed Brenda down onto the bed. “Stay. Down.” I said roughly, smacking Brenda on the ass.

“Yes, Mistress Wendy.” Brenda turned toward me, excited and begging for the next step.

"Vi. Get up and go to the dresser in our closet. The one I put your very expensive sub collar on that you haven't thanked me for yet. In the second drawer down there is a pair of black metal handcuffs and ankle cuffs that match. They are not the gentle kind that we would use on you. They're only for eager sluts that are foolish enough to ask to be dommed. Pick the right ones, or I will put you in them instead of putting them on Brenda."

"Yes, Mistress Wendy." Vi said, a bit more composed. I gave Brenda another spank on her ass and walked over to the side of the bed to let Vi go.

"Turn over." I said slowly. I wanted to do everything slowly, deliberately. Brenda took such pleasure in being able to set the demands, being able to move things forward, and now I was going to relish the chance to make her wait for every single thing.

My wife flipped over onto her back, her hands at her side. I took my finger and split her pussy lips open, feeling her wetness. "Brenda…I cannot believe you would criticize poor, sweet Vi for her pussy getting wet while you're sitting here like this." I rubbed Brenda's pussy just a little, making sure my fingertip avoided her clit. “Absolutely soaking wet yourself…”

Brenda kept her face composed, trying her damnedest not to react, not to let me get to her. But it was the small things. Her lips quivered. The quickest exhalation.

"Are you still getting turned on by this? Are you serious?" I said. I got on the bed and leaned down to Brenda's ear, making sure she heard me as clearly as possible. "I should put these cuffs on you and leave you on this bed, unable to move or do anything. Vi and I would go shopping, maybe even stay in a hotel, while you laid here completely helpless, left only to fantasize about how well Vi is pleasing my little pussy.” I said. I bit Brenda's ear, just hard enough that she winced.

I saw Vi approach from my periphery. She held the cuffs out, and I saw the thick, black metal bands. They had small holes punched out to allow a bit of ventilation, but they were much heavier and tighter than Vi's delicate cuffs. It was serious bondage gear that we almost never broke out, but today was something special.

"Vi, bind my wife. Now." I stood and watched for her reaction.

"Yes Mistress Wendy." Vi put both of the bindings down on the bed and picked up the handcuffs.

"Umm…can you put your hands…uhh…"

"Vi, you cannot show weakness like that around an animal like Brenda. If you do that, she will hurt you. You have to move confidently." I said, running my hand up and down Brenda's torso.

"I'm sorry Mistress Wendy, I'll do it now." Vi picked the cuff back up. "Brenda, put your hands in front of your pussy. Now."

The nascent domme urges of Vi were coming out. I grinned.

Brenda complied, holding her wrists together, fingers and hands outlining her pussy artfully. Vi secured the cuffs to my wife's wrists and stood back.

"Tighten them one notch further, Vi. She will tell you it's too tight, but she's just trying to get out of this easy."

Vi clicked the handcuffs one more notch, to a level that I'd not use on Vi for a while, but knew Brenda was game for it. Vi's limited bruising and welts were fine, but Brenda and I played by different rules. Covering up a nasty lash on our chest or wrist with makeup for a week was its own pleasure. Brenda took a seething delight in touching the welts and bruises she left on me regularly. Because I was a chef, an errant mark or even a cut wasn’t rare at all. Brenda and I had never gone so far as to the extreme stuff, blood play and that, but the rigors of my culinary life provided ample excuses for the ways my wonderful wife marked me with her love.

"No…wait…" Brenda tried to wiggle her hands out of the cuffs, and it was impossible. She looked up at me and bit her lip.

Vi picked up the ankle cuffs, getting off the bed to attach them to Brenda. The solid bar between the cuffs held her legs apart about eighteen inches, just enough for my wife to spread her legs, but not wide enough that it would be satisfying for her.

Vi tightened them all the way as I watched. Brenda had the kind of toned muscles from yoga that meant that her flexibility was truly impressive, but there was still the tiniest bit of give on the leg restraints.

"Brenda, stand up." I said. My wife shuffled down the bed, her body awkwardly bound by the restraints, but her flexibility was a gift here. She stood up with little extra effort, standing in front of Vi and me naked, her body my plaything.

"Mistress Wendy, please, you don't know how much you're making me suffer. This is too much." Brenda was engaging her long-dormant theater acting skills. It was cute.

"I knew I should have done this. Vi." I looked toward her, and she was standing at the ready for my orders, her breasts pink and firm and delicious. But this was Brenda's time. "Vi, in the third drawer of the dresser you just used, there's a ball gag. It has a purple ball with holes through it. I'm going to use it on this little fucking slut who thinks she can ask for leniency."

"I am a domme! You cannot do this to me. I'm your wife…" Brenda's pussy was soaking wet now, I knew her well. She wanted me to be forceful and harsh and use her. She was only playing at resisting.

"You're not a fucking domme, Brenda. What made you think you could ever be anything close to that?" I said. I walked up to her and took my wife's breasts in my hands, rubbing the nipples .

Brenda sighed a little and closed her eyes.

"Mistress Wendy, I don't see it…" I looked toward Vi, who was looking around, having forgotten the dresser's drawer numbers.

"Honey, the gag is in the middle drawer." I said to Vi. She went over and found it in no time at all. I turned my attention to Brenda's gorgeous blue eyes again.

"Your rookie domme is doing a pretty shit job, Wendy. You should probably give all of this up and just let me do this again. You're clearly not cut out for it." Brenda had an arrogant look on her face. Since she was a little taller than I was, so she literally looked down on me. I loved pulling the bratty sub routine on her, so it only made sense she'd try to throw it back in my face.

"Shut up. Right now. If you think I'm not in control of this situation, I'm going to have to show you just how in control I can be. I will make you lose your mind with lust. I will deny giving you pleasure ever again. I am in power, Brenda, and you will respect it." I said, feeling triumphant that I could get through that without my confidence flagging.

"Mistress Wendy, I found the gag." Vi held the ball gag out to me. I knew the first question from her after this scene would be when I would use it on her, judging by how awestruck she was by it.

"She is talking way too much, Vi. Shut her up." I said, turning away from Brenda and leaving the two of them to resolve this.

"Vi…please don't. I need to be able to talk, I…if I can't talk, how can I tell you how good you're doing?" Brenda pleaded. She was cranking the drama up to 11. I pursed my lips, trying not to laugh. She was clearly seeing if Vi had it in her, and right now, I wasn't sure.

"I have to, Brenda. Mistress Wendy told me to do it."

"Vi, please…you've already bound my hands and legs, I am in agony beyond any comprehension. I have submitted to Mistress Wendy's power…I don't need the ball gag, please, trust me, there is no reason for you to do this to me. "

God, she was laying it on thick. I wanted to eat her out right then, just as a thank you for being so over the top and passionate.

"There is a reason, Brenda. My mistress told me to do it. And when she tells me to do something, I do it. I'm sorry, but I don't have a say in this." Vi reached up to Brenda's mouth and secured the ball gag in place, my wife biting into the ventilated rubber hard with her teeth. She looked at Vi with a rageful expression, playing up the theatricality of it.

I turned around, having put enough time in between the order for Brenda to be fully bound.

"She's right, Vi. When your mistress tells you to do something, you have to do it. Especially when bitchy, bratty, overly confident subs who think they run things around here try to tell you not to." I leaned in and kissed Vi, making sure Brenda saw it. I kissed her passionately, grabbing her ass and pressing her body against mine. I wanted Brenda to be just a little jealous…and it wasn't like she could say anything in opposition. "You're a very, very good girl, Vi. I would eat your pussy right now, but you still need to cool down. Sit back in the chair.”

I turned around and looked at Brenda. Her jaw was working on the ball gag, trying to push it around, her teeth locked around it. She was flushed, sweaty.

"How does my submissive wife look, Vi? Is she the most pathetic thing you've ever seen?" I walked toward her and ran a finger over her neck.

"I love seeing her like that…I would love to see it more, Mistress." Vi's hand was sneaking toward her pussy, and I grabbed it.

"Vi, you're still not allowed to masturbate. Fuck…I gave you something to distract yourself from it and the second you get a chance, you try to fingerfuck yourself again."

I pushed Vi back toward the chair, the one I'd ordered her into before. "I am going to spank your pussy if you do it again. Go sit back down. Now. "

"I'm…I'm sorry…" Vi retreated, the whiplash of being given a glimpse of domme powers before having it taken away might have genuinely stunned her a little.

"Now Brenda." I stood in front of my wife, our height difference so stark at times like this, "I can tell that you're turned on beyond anything. And that's a little sad. Because your little pussy isn't going to get any attention for a while. Maybe never again, depending on how this goes." I put my hand on Brenda's stomach, between her bound hands. "Walk backwards until you fall into the bed." I said.

Brenda took two awkward, short steps backward, and the cuffs on her ankles took effect. She stumbled a little, losing balance before sitting on the bed, the cuffs putting a halt to her progress.

"Don't lay down. You're going to watch something." I said. "And you're going to hate it."

I could tell Brenda was on a high and loving this. We'd been together long enough that I knew how to push her and when I needed to pull back, and right now, she was telling me to kick it into hyperspeed.

"Vi." I looked over at my now increasingly confused but eager sub. "You're going to make Brenda jealous."

"Oh…" Vi grinned and licked her lips, knowing that she'd be making my wife hotter and more desperate than ever before. "How, Mistress Wendy?"

I grabbed a chair from next to our dresser and placed it to where it was directly in front of Brenda. "You're going to eat me out harder than you've ever eaten a pussy before." I grinned.