Page 16 of The Startup (The Erotes Circle #2)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The Suffering Room was more than a misnomer, because the space was really quite beautiful. It had all the usual tools and implements you'd want, like a suspension frame, spanking bench, Saint Andrew's Cross, and the like. When I had my first few sessions with Brenda and Wendy, they told me I wasn't ready for The Suffering Room, and the truth was I probably wasn't. That, and they were probably also edging me. But now that I had more experience under my belt in being, well, under belts, I was let loose into the absolute playground of The Suffering Room.

The most stunning thing about The Suffering Room, though, wasn't anything inside the room at all, but rather the breathtaking view of Los Angeles that you could see from the twelve-foot tall windows that formed most of the southeast-facing wall in the room. There was something weirdly hot about being utterly devastated by a beautiful woman while watching the city lights twinkle below.

"We need to get the window cleaners back out, I think my boob prints are still on the glass…" Wendy said, stepping out of the bathroom wearing one of the sheer babydoll dresses she favored during our sessions. Me being unprepared, I was in a plain black lacy bra and a black thong…I thought I would get lucky tonight, but probably not this lucky.

"I think it looks nice…" I said, watching a helicopter cut across the sky through a plume of smog.

"The boob prints?" Wendy said, stepping beside me and putting her arm around my waist.

"I mean, yeah, but, the city is also beautiful."

"Ahh, yeah, I guess that's pretty nice too." Wendy pulled me closer to her. This was the calm before the storm, before Brenda and Emma came up here and laid waste to us, but a part of me loved these little quiet moments. Yes, of course I loved the ways these women showed me facets to my sexuality that I never thought I would uncover, but even more than that, they showed me parts of myself that I never knew existed.

And they were my friends, too. Real friends who cared about me and liked having me around just as a person. I really just felt like I could be myself around these women, and that all the frustrations and pain I'd subjected myself to trying to be someone I wasn't could now be a thing of the past.

As a bonus, I also got to have a hell of a lot of sex with all of them.

But soon after I began enjoying my quiet and peaceful moment with Wendy watching the world go by, the door on the other side of the room opened, and I knew peace was going to very quickly be off the table.

"How pitiful." Emma sneered, walking into the room with Brenda.

I looked at Wendy, enjoyed the view of the city for one last calm moment, and turned toward my punishment with a smile.

"Mistress Emma, it looks like we've found two wayward women who don't even recognize yet that they've ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time …" Brenda walked into the room with so much swagger she should have had musical accompaniment.

"Really a shame, Mistress Morrigan, but I think I like it better when they don't know what's coming for them." Emma approached Wendy and yanked her from my embrace. "Knees. Now."

Wendy complied, dropping to her knees in an instant, switching right back into the buzzy sexual energy she'd been carrying all night.

Brenda was clad in her purple Mistress Morrigan outfit, a bodysuit with high-cut legs and a halter top-style neck that covered her entire chest and gathered at a silver necklace that put to shame the collars she and Emma were probably going to slap on us tonight. The purple mask was almost terrifying, molded perfectly to the shape of her head, her eyes almost glowing within the eye wells, and her boots scaled her thighs, making her tall frame look even taller.

"Morrigan, this one thinks that if she puts on a frilly little dress, we'll treat her better." Emma reached down and took Wendy's chin into her hand, looking down at her with disdain. She lightly slapped Wendy’s chin, acting like she was disgusted.

Emma's outfit was less elaborate, but it was what she called her "travel domme" look. Yes, my girlfriend kept a dominatrix outfit at the ready in the trunk of her car at all times, because you never knew when a punishment might break out. It was a simple black corset that pushed her boobs into magnificent cleavage where there was always a chance she'd slip a nip, but it seemed to never happen unless she wanted it to. On her bottom half, she wore tight black latex shorts that clung to her so, so well, and a pair of low black patent leather boots that she loved shoving into someone to get them to obey. And obey we would. She also wore a pair of black leather gloves that went up to her elbows, giving her an almost sleek, industr ial look were it not for the mass of frizzy, curly hair tumbling down to her shoulders.

"Poor thing, she should know by now that we can see right through these little charades of theirs." Brenda circled behind me as Emma continued her domme game with Wendy. She was behind me now, I could hear the slow thudding of her boots on the hardwood floor.

"Speak…" Emma tightened her hand on Wendy's chin. "Did you think this little dress was going to mean leniency from your mistresses?"

Wendy struggled, the strain of holding her head still visible. "No, Mistress…I didn't expect any kind of special treatment tonight…I'm happy with whatever you give me."

"How ignorant." Emma knelt down so that she was at Wendy's level. "If you think you're going to feel even a scrap of happiness tonight, you must not know what women like me and Morrigan do to fools like you."

"And this one, Emma…this one didn't even dress up for us at all." Brenda said, sauntering over to me, making sure her boots hit the ground with the hardest thuds she could manage. "Where'd you even find a getup this plain, Target?"

Actually, I did, but that wasn't the fun answer.

"It was all I had, Mistress Morrigan." I put my hands behind my back, lacing my fingers and sitting on my hands, looking downward in that perfect submissive pose, "I'm so sorry it doesn't meet your standards."

"Hmph. Well, if this is the best you can do, then maybe we won't punish you at all, then, how's that sound?" Brenda took a step forward and stood right beside me, putting her arm around my waist. “If you can’t even bother to make yourself pretty or attractive, maybe your little pussy needs to stay unfucked…” She then pulled me roughly so that I was in front of her, her strong hands gripping my shoulders, turning me toward Wendy and Emma. "Maybe I'll jus t make you watch your girlfriend ravish my wife's cunt and not give you one bit of satisfaction." Brenda leaned down and whispered in my ear, “How does that sound, Vi? Careful with your answer, slut.” She paused, then with a changed tone said, "By the way, I'm really excited you're feeling up to this kind of stuff again."

I couldn't stop myself from grinning like an idiot. "Thanks…" I said in a chipper tone. I wasn't the only one that was looking forward to the evening, clearly.

"Emma, my dear…it seems like these subs have failed your little test. Neither of them has offered to eat your pussy yet, despite you obviously needing it." Brenda said, seamlessly becoming Mistress Morrigan again.

Emma took Wendy's hand and lifted her to her feet. "This is true. I have my needs, and sometimes these subjects just aren’t worth our trouble. I can already tell these girls aren't doing it. Should we just go to your bedroom and play, Mistress Morrigan? These shameful things won't satisfy our needs."

"No! Please…we…we'll do better, Mistresses. We have lost focus, and I know we were not prepared for you, but I swear we can make it up to you." I belted out breathlessly. I saw Emma flash an ecstatic grin as she realized her girlfriend was getting back to her old self.

Emma turned her attention toward me, a smirk forming on her face. “You swear, hmm? Mistress Morrigan, these subs seem to think they're worth something…perhaps we should punish them and remind them they serve at our pleasure, yes?"

"How else will they learn? And, Emma, dear, I think Wendy is getting a little too wound up. She should probably eat your pussy for a little while to get out some of that nervous energy I can see in her eyes.”

"Great idea…" Emma stood up and took a half-step toward Wendy and pulled down the zipper on her shorts, quickly exposing herself to the eagerly waiting woman. "Tongue. Fucking now."

Wendy put her hands on Emma's hips and licked Emma from bottom to top with one long swipe. I couldn't help but feel my body buzz at the sight of her so enthusiastically devouring my girlfriend, seeing Emma hold back the pleasure I knew was coursing through her body.

"Don't think for a second you can take your eyes off of them, Vi. Look at how intently little Wendy is eating your girlfriend out. She's probably doing a better job at it than you ever do, isn't she?" Brenda tightened her grip on my shoulders, my body heating up over just how strong she was. It fluttered through my mind that Kim was probably twice as strong as Brenda was, and I wasn't even sure I could handle such fury, but was very willing to try.

I was snapped from my Kim thoughts, though, as I heard Wendy moan deeply, Emma grabbing her by her hair and forcing her face tight into her crotch, her body rolling back and forth, Wendy's ass jiggling just a touch from the effort.

"God…damn…" I said by reflex, wandering from my position as sub and instead just admiring how amazingly Wendy was fucking my girlfriend.

"Emma, let's not wear our playthings out too quickly…" Brenda said.

"You're right…" Emma reached down and smacked Wendy lightly on the face, and Wendy played it up by exaggerating her reaction to the light tap. "That was decent, but I hope you weren't trying to make me come." Emma put her thumb into Wendy’s mouth, pressing her tongue, holding her lips open. “Fuck, you’re pitiful.”

Emma walked past Wendy, basically stepping over her and leaving her crouched and facing nothing. "What is this one's deal?" My girlfriend looked me up and down, and it was amazing to me how well she could disappear into her character in scenes like this. She really did loo k at me as if she hadn't seen me half-naked hundreds of times.

Brenda let out a little laugh. “This one thinks she has a shot with you tonight."

"Ah, but Mistress Morrigan, she doesn't really do anything to make herself more enticing. Why would I even give her the time of day?" My girlfriend, who sometimes just watched me play video games because she was so interested in me, lied.

"I took a peek down her ill-fitting bra and did notice something, Mistress Emma. She thinks she's special and unique." Brenda pulled down my left shoulder strap and peeled the bra cup down, my breast on full display. And the bra fit fine, by the way, for the record.

"Oh, how cute…" Emma flicked at the piercing. "She thinks this makes her edgy, I bet. As if there aren't a million boring girls out there with pierced tits who make it their whole personality."

Emma leaned in and flicked the piercing again, but this time with more force, causing my body to stiffen at her touch. She then held the silver ball between her fingers and twisted it, sending a bolt of pain shooting through my body. "Tell me, did you just think it would make you more interesting? You couldn't hold your own in conversation so you just thought you'd let your tits do the talking?"

This was maybe an underrated aspect of BDSM, especially between couples. It was a way to work out the little irritants we had for each other, the things other couples let fester or went to therapy for. I knew Emma actually did think that I talked about my nipple piercings too much, and this was a safe way for her to exaggerate that irritation.

"You're so right, Mistress Emma." Brenda said, leaning down to take my other strap between her teeth. My arousal flickered as Brenda exposed my other tit by taking the strap between her teeth. "This one was so fucking boring until you found her. "

It was a little unfair that I was now getting dominated by two women at the same time, but I needed it, especially after the past few weeks.

"Look at you. You're so pitiful, Vi. I think you're even enjoying this attention. We're all talking about how uninteresting and lackluster your body and personality are, and all you can do is smile like a fool." Emma said, raising an eyebrow at me. She was pondering how she could blow my mind tonight, I could tell.

I gave my best smirk. "Mistress Emma…it's true that I am not a very interesting or special woman, but, I promise you I'll make up for that tonight, if you just give me a chance…"

Emma stepped in front of me, placing herself in the same position as she did with Wendy. “Eat.”

I leaned in, tasting Emma, her body already prepared and her pussy still wet from Wendy’s work. Emma didn’t react at all to my licking, even though I could tell her body was loving it. Acting in a scene was one thing, but a person’s body could rarely lie about their true mental state.

Emma pushed my face away, knocking me back a little. She rolled her eyes and turned away from me. "Morrigan, this is the problem with these subs. They always think that if they say they're sorry, if they make promises, we'll forget that they're so horrid. And they can’t even eat pussy correctly.”

"Indeed…" Brenda stepped out from behind me and walked over to Emma. She put her arm around Emma's shoulders and kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining. Brenda knew how much it bothered me to watch other people enjoy each other and me being left out, so this kissing with Emma was very deliberate. "But, dear Emma, I think we have one sub who is trying to earn our good graces while Vi here is just striking out at every turn…"

Emma looked over at me as Brenda began kissing at her neck, and then over at Wendy. "Yes…little Wendy has been a good little slut tonight, hasn't she? "

"You're not suggesting she deserves a reward, are you, Mistress Emma?"

"Believe it or not, I am. And I think her little reward is going to be teaching Vi a little lesson…" Emma exaggerated her reaction to Brenda's kisses, playing it up like it was the best thing she'd ever felt just to spur performative jealousy from me.

Brenda dragged her long fingers along Emma’s pussy, bringing a moan from her, before bringing the fingers to her lips, tasting them.

"You think Wendy deserves that much?"

"Mistress, please…" Wendy pleaded from behind us, "I promise you won't be disappointed if you just let me teach my friend a lesson…"

"Yes, Wendy, we're fucking getting to it…Vi, take off your clothes and lie on the bed right now. The quicker you do it, the less severe your punishment." Emma barked.

This kind of improvisation was another thing I adored about BDSM. Setting up timelines like this, where the sub would be 'punished' more if they didn't comply quickly enough, was a great way to tell the domme that you were in the mood for being completely destroyed if you 'broke the rules' and went slowly, or if you wanted a more breezy night of domination and submission, you could rush over there in an instant.

Tonight, I took my sweet time.

I slowly and deliberately removed my bra and panties, and when I turned around, I could see Brenda and Emma watching with gleeful expressions on their faces. I walked over to the circular bed in the middle of the room and made sure I did it as slowly as possible. This was me telling Emma, Wendy, and Brenda to not hold back. I laid on the bed on my back, awaiting my delicious punishment.

"Morrigan, dear. I think Vi is taunting us. Do you think so?" Emma said, looking over at me as I laid on the bed, not able to hide the smile on my face.

"It's obvious, Mistress Emma…look at the grin on her face." Brenda said, pulling Emma closer to her and wrapping an arm around my girlfriend's waist, her other hand reaching up to cup Emma's breast over her corset. "Wendy, dear, I want you to put something over that face so I can't see Vi's disgusting, depraved smile. Do you have any ideas of what you might be able to put over Vi's face?" Brenda said.

Wendy reached down to the bottom hem of the babydoll dress she was wearing and lifted it over her hips. "I do have a wonderful idea at how I can keep Vi from smiling, Mistresses." She walked over to the bed and climbed onto it above my head. Much to my utter delight, she swung her leg over my face and mounted it, pressing her pussy against my face, her ass settling against my chest. "Do you think this works?"

Emma stepped up behind Wendy and grabbed a hold of her hips and forced them down. I couldn't even see anything because my vision was completely taken up by Wendy's gorgeous body. I couldn't hear much either, as the bed was ringed with a fluffy rug, muffling the steps of Emma and Brenda’s thunderous boots. "Wendy, smother her. Don't worry about her breathing. She can earn oxygen once she's shown she can eat pussy."

"You hear that, slut? Mistress Emma says you get to lick me for the privilege of oxygen. Better hold your breath eh?" Wendy said. I was excited, not only to lick Wendy, but the intensity of the scene was satisfying something deep and primal in me. Of course Wendy was going to give me room to breathe, and I knew she would, but the threat of it was enough to send my mind into overdrive.

Wendy didn't waste any time grinding on me, pressing my head down into the mattress below me. Her dress fell over my body, the soft fabric tickling my nipples. Wendy was usually much more controlled with me when we had sex, and that's probably what made this even hotter. She was really not holding back, fucking my face, using me as an object. It felt so fucking dirty and wild, and I was living for it. I reached up and dug my hands into Wendy's soft legs as she moved them up and down, bouncing on my face. The bed was designed to be ultra-plush and soft and made for these kinds of activities, so Wendy could drive herself as hard as she wanted into me and the mattress would cradle me through all the hills and valleys. Fuck the true test of a mattress being whether you can jump on one side and not spill a wineglass on the other. What about a mattress that kept you in perfect comfort while a gorgeously chubby woman sat on your face?

Emma, as promised, wasn't holding back at all either, smacking Wendy hard on the ass with an open-hand strike. Wendy's ass was so deliciously soft that I could feel it vibrate into my face with every hit, and Emma was striking Wendy harder than usual. "Fucking ride her, Wendy! Harder!" Emma shouted, the excitement in her voice. “I can tell you’re holding back! Your big tits aren’t bouncing enough, slut!”

As for myself, I was just holding on for dear life, enjoying the pleasure of being used by a woman so completely.

"Wendy!" Brenda shouted. “Stop using your fucking hips. You're giving Vi too much breathing room! Put your quivering little cunt on her mouth and don't lift up until she's gotten you off. Now!"

"Y-yes, Mistress Morrigan…I-I'm sorry!" Wendy pushed her body down harder than she had before, my nose pressing hard against her clit. It was an incredible rush, and it was becoming a little hard to breathe, but there was no way in hell I was going to tap out of this.

I ran my tongue from bottom to top as much as I could, and with a little effort I managed to make it work enough to get Wendy to a place where she was very, very close to coming on my face. I knew from experience tha t Wendy squirted, especially in ultra-intense situations like this one, and I assumed that was exactly why they were having her do this to me. I wanted to be used, to be messy, to be laid to waste, and I couldn't have thought of women I'd rather do it with. I wanted Wendy to fucking soak me.

"Wendy you better not squirt on little Vi's face. Do not do it, under any circumstances." Emma grabbed Wendy's ass and shoved her against me harder, and I pushed my tongue into Wendy as hard as I could, coaxing every last bit of arousal out of her body that I was capable of. “If you make a mess all over Vi’s little cute face, if you squirt on her so fucking hard because you can’t hold back, you will be in more peril than you can imagine.”

And, like I predicted, she release, a warm dribble of girlcum flowing down onto me as she came on my face. Her body convulsed on top of me and I heard Brenda shout from the other side of the bed. "Vi, you're making little Wendy cum so hard. You should see her face, Vi…"

Brenda had been my most consistent domme since I first stepped foot in her house, but her praise was one of my favorites. Brenda's domme personality was utterly vicious or very nurturing, and hearing her cheer me on felt really fucking good. Couldn't have scorn without praise, and the praise here filled my mind with glee.

“Fuuuuucking hell…” Wendy tumbled off of me, her body unable to maintain the crouching position.

"Good girl…very good…" Brenda wiped her hand along my forehead, cleaning me up a bit as Wendy shuddered through the last bits of her orgasm. "You look so pretty when you're utterly ruined, Vi…"

I stayed still on the bed, letting in a few gasps of air, which Wendy seemed to find quite funny.

"Wow, Vi, you're acting like a hot chubby girl just fucked your face for ten minutes or something… "

"Fuck…I needed that…god you came so much…" I reached up and wiped my mouth to clear off some of the bounty Wendy had left on my face.

"You needed that?? Fuck, I needed that.” Wendy said with a gasp, the both of us spent on the bed. "Vi, that was an all-time pussy eating…god, lesbians will tell tales of that for generations to come…"

Brenda laughed from above us, and Emma cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips. "Oh, we're all very pleased with Vi's performance, but there's a problem. It seems like we gave this one oxygen…"

I held up my hand, begging for mercy, "Em…yellow light…actually…red light but not for a bad reason, but I am fucking done for the night." I laughed.

Emma cocked her head to the side, a sly smile forming. “You can’t be serious.”

I pulled myself up on the bed, sitting on my calves. "I mean that you three have taken me to fucking amazing heights tonight, and I would rather be curled up in bed with you than fucking any more."

"But you didn't come. Nobody even touched you." Emma said.

"Em, I'm fine, really…that was…that was better than coming. I needed someone to destroy me, and, well, Wendy more than destroyed me." I laughed. I spun around and put my feet on the plush rug at the side of the bed.

"Are you sure?" Emma said, now seeming more confused and concerned.

"I'm very sure, Em. I'm fine. I don't think I could take any more stimulation tonight even if I tried."

Emma looked around, a little unsure what to do with the situation. To her credit, it was pretty rare that I didn't demand some kind of thank-you sex after being dominated, so I'm sure she didn't know what to do with herself. "Can I…still have sex with Brenda? "

I smiled broadly and hugged Emma to ease her confusion. "Em, would I ever say no to you if you wanted to do anything with either of these wonderful women?" I kissed her on the cheek. "Wendy and I will take a shower and watch something dumb on the TV, you two have as much fun as you want…unless Wendy wants to join in it."

Wendy groaned, still absolutely depleted from the ride of her life. "I might need a couple days to recover…sorry, Bren."

Brenda joined us on the bed, her mask off and red lines criss-crossing her face. "Then I might just need to have Emma over for the next couple of days if that's alright with Vi…"

I hugged Emma again before standing up. "That is more than alright with me, Brenda." I reached down for Wendy's hand and practically had to peel her off of the bed so that she could stand up. "Let's get cleaned up and let them have some fun."