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I sat on the couch in Brenda and Wendy’s opulent living room, my body aching and my appetites completely sated…for the most part.

“So, what did you think?” Wendy said, sitting on the loveseat across from me. She was wearing a cropped black t-shirt and leggings, her hair up in a messy bun. I thought to myself that I’d almost definitely seen Wendy naked more than I’d seen her in clothes this weekend, and so seeing her in something so everyday and casual somehow felt more sexy than wearing nothing at all.

“Wendy, I’m going to tell you this, and you’re probably not going to believe me, but this weekend changed my entire world. I didn’t know sex could be this fun, this carefree, this…hot.” I said, laughing at myself.

Wendy smiled at me and narrowed her eyes, “I can believe you, because before all this, before I met Brenda…I was the most stressed-out, lovelorn loser in the world. I’d never had someone give me an orgasm besides myself before Brenda invited me to this little club.”

I leaned over onto the arm of the couch, engrossed in this lore from Wendy. The backs of my thighs were sore and raw, and I felt a spark remembering all the deliciously dirty things she and her wife had done to me mere hours ago.

“Wait…Brenda invited you to a group sex party as a first date?”

Wendy smiled wildly, knowing how crazy it sounded. “Yup…we’d been casual friends for a few years, then we sort of orbited around the idea of dating…and then she tells me she has sex with a few other women on the side, and I think she thought it would be the thing that made it not meant to be. But then I said yes, and two days later I was eating her out on a bed in a hotel room while Yara and two other girls watched…and we haven’t really looked back since.”

I looked at Wendy and saw the genuine excitement inside of her. Whoever she had been before, she had gone through a transformation. Of course, it probably wasn’t all because of the mind-blowing sex, but I’m pretty sure it helped.

“I want to go further, Wendy. I want to do more.” I sat up straight. “This whole BDSM thing…you two have shown me a whole new way to feel, and I guess you could say I’m kinda addicted at this point.”

“Well…” Wendy stood up and moved over to the couch I was sitting on. She draped her legs over my lap and onto the arm of the couch, “we can certainly help you explore…but I’ll tell you that Brenda and I learned almost everything we know about BDSM from a certain woman who brought you into this whole thing.”

“You mean Yara?”

“Indeed…” Wendy played with a strand of my hair, lifting it up and letting it drift back down to my face. “We still haven’t gotten to the level of ropes and knots that Yara can do in her sleep, and if you think Brenda and I took things to a high level, Yara will take you to an entirely new galaxy. She made me come once without even touching me…she just tied me up on the bed and whispered to me, and the things she said…” Wendy stroked my cheek, the warmth of her hand a balm against my skin, “well, I won’t spoil things, but Yara’s way with dirty talk is maybe even a better use of her tongue than eating pussy.”

I looked at Wendy and raised an eyebrow, wondering how that would even be possible.

“Vi! Yara’s here!” Brenda shouted from the front room, where she had been working on answering emails ever since the three of us decided to cool things down for the day. Even outside of BDSM, Brenda seemed to like to torture herself even further by answering emails over the weekend.

With Wendy still draped over me, I wanted to get that little extra bit of intimacy that I wanted so dearly.

I leaned in and kissed Wendy, feeling her body react to mine with instant attention. It was like we were right back in bed together, ready for another round.

But I knew good things had to end, so I pulled back.

“Thank you, Wendy. So much.” I said.

“You’re welcome to return any time, Vi. And please do…” Wendy gave me a peck on the cheek and pulled her legs back, freeing me to stand up.

I got up from the couch, my legs still unsure and hurting in a hundred different ways.

Brenda came into the room and made a beeline for me, bringing me in for a hug.

“Oh, Vi, I’m so glad you had such a wonderful time with us…”

“Wonderful doesn’t even begin to describe what I did with you and everyone else this weekend.” I said.

I heard the music from Yara’s car intensify, the not-so-subtle way she told me to get the hell out to her car whenever she came to pick me up.

“I guess that’s my ride…”

I slung my bag over my shoulder and looked down, glimpsing a silver glint amidst the colorful objects that filled my purse. I reached down and pulled the collar Brenda had given me and placed it around my neck, cinching it down an extra notch before smiling at Brenda and Wendy, the collar feeling tight but soft around my throat.

“Until next time…Mistresses,” I said with a smirk.