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Perhaps I would change my plan. After Joe and I finished eating, I could take his hand and walk out of this flat without another word. That was strange and dominant enough to please both of them.

I could order Slave to quit his job, tell him to move in with me and be my full-time slut. He’d cook, clean, polish, scrub away all the dirt in my life. It would look like he was caring for me, but all the time it would be me looking after him, making all the decisions and removing all the weight of responsibility from his slim shoulders.

Or Slave could fade into grey, the same way Marcus would, the same way all my early flings had. Joe could be my boyfriend. I’d laugh off the whole submissive thing as he laughed off his teenage crush on his English teacher. I’d experience normal. Make him protein shakes, cheer him on when he finished another of his endurance tests. No, once he had me, there’d be nothing left to prove. We’d watch trashy telly, idiot comedies, go out to the pub with our mutual friends. He’d still go to the gym but gradually his muscle would turn to fat and I’d get my secret thrills from seeing the bland models and sportsmen reveal their bodies in adverts for aftershave and pants.

I would never know; those paths weren’t mine.

This was my moment to see how far I could push these two men, to learn how far they wanted to be pushed. It didn’t matter if one or both of them backed away. I’d brought all three of us here into this scene, now was the time to play it out.

I finished my glass of wine and directed my attention to Slave. ‘Take your clothes off, slut.’

His body froze apart from the deep rise and fall of his chest. Then his tongue wet his lips and he gave a small nod. ‘Yes, mistress. Of course, mistress, I’m yours to command.’

I watched Joe as Slave awkwardly undressed. His face shone with amusement. I took his chin between my thumb and first finger and turned his head to look at me. Immediately his expression changed to lust, his pupils widened, darkening his eyes, his lips slightly parted.

‘You recall what I told you before we came here.’ I traced my nail over his beautiful mouth.

‘Yes, mistress, I’m yours.’ His voice wasn’t quite a mockery of Slave’s, but there was something teasing in it. If my heart wasn’t full of my master maybe, just maybe, I would have enjoyed spending a long, long time taming him. ‘Do you want me to take my clothes off too?’

‘Always.’ I smiled at him; the sternness that I could summon for Slave didn’t appear so easily with him.

I gazed at Joe as he undressed. There was a smooth elegance to his movements, but it was the masculine beauty of his body which had the power to take my breath away. It was only thinking about my master that kept my mind focused and prevented me from becoming a dizzy-headed schoolgirl. Standing naked, Joe met my gaze. His arms hung casually by his side in sharp contrast to Slave, who had his head bowed and his hands shamefully folded over his sex. The difference in postures and physiques made me warm to Slave, the undeniable appeal of the brave underdog.

I walked around the two men. Joe turned his head to keep me within his sight. Slave remained still.

I stood before them. ‘Joe, meet your playmate for today, you can call him Slave or Daisy.’ Pronouncing his name, I realised it sounded too friendly, too casual. Even if my mistress persona was easier with Joe, it still had to be in place. Should I call him Joseph? No, it sounded too biblical. I repeated his name in my mind, then smiled. His surname was too perfect. ‘Slave, you will be serving my friend as well as myself today. Don’t dare to disappoint me. Say hello to Harvey.’

Harvey was the name of the big, ginger tomcat my lover had before his current Siamese. If it was possible, he loved the ginger tom even more.

‘Hello, Harvey,’ Slave murmured in the other man’s direction.

‘Take Harvey to your bathroom, Daisy. You are going to give him a shower.’ There was incredible power in renaming them; it made them my possessions, my pets.

I followed them into Slave’s small bathroom. I leant against the cold, white-tiled wall. Harvey/Joe stepped into the bath and Slave followed him, reaching around him to turn on the shower.

The water cascaded over my work colleague’s body. I bit my lip and watched in silence before I rediscovered my mistress persona and started to give orders.

‘Touch his body, Daisy. That’s it, rub your hands over his chest. Do you like that, Slave? Are you attracted to Harvey’s body?’

The slimmer man was circling his hands over Joe’s chest as if Joe was a woman with breasts to caress, I found it strangely arousing.

Slave turned his head towards me. I slapped my hand hard against the tiles and he jumped. ‘Sorry, mistress.’

‘I asked you a question, I didn’t tell you to stop what you’re doing. Please tell me you’re capable of moving your hands and speaking at the same time.’

‘Sorry, mistress.’

‘Don’t apologise, do what you’re supposed to do. Answer my question.’

‘I don’t normally find men attractive, mistress.’

‘I’m not talking about anything normal, slut, I’m talking about right here and now.’ I noticed Harvey/Joe’s cock flicker with interest the harder my tone was when I rebuked Slave.

‘I’m always turned on when I’m with you. No one else has ever excited me the way you do.’

I sighed an exaggerated, heavy sigh. ‘If you want me to punish you, just ask in your humblest voice, don’t aggravate me with this constant idiotic behaviour. Answer the question or I will tie you up and blindfold you and make you listen to me fuck Harvey in every room of your house.’

Joe/Harvey raised his hand. ‘Miss, can I humbly ask that we do that whether he answers your question or not.’

I ignored him and glared at Slave.

‘I’m attracted to whoever you say I am, mistress,’ Slave finally answered.

‘I want to see you soap your playmate’s body, I want to see you both covered in lather.’

‘Yes, mistress. Of course, mistress.’ He reached for a neon yellow bottle of shower gel and poured it over his hand.

The small room filled with the fake scent of lemons. Harvey/Joe smiled over Slave’s head at me as Slave meticulously rubbed shower gel over his arms and torso. I relished the nervous expression on Slave’s face as his fingers moved lower, down the other man’s stomach. He spent an inordinate amount of time soaping Harvey/Joe’s six-pack.

‘I say that you’re incredibly attracted to your new playmate, slut. I say you’ve lain in bed many nights dreaming of touching a body as perfect as his.’ I took a deep breath and gazed at the two men with their semi-erections; they were more ready than I was. They just needed the order. ‘I say you want to suck Harvey’s massive cock. You’re desperate to feel it inside your mouth. All your life you’ve yearned to be that close to a real man, haven’t you, slut?’

‘I have, mistress.’ His voice didn’t falter or pause at all.

Joe/Harvey stared at me. He smiled and shook his head in happy disbelief.

He would do it. He would really do it. My heart beat fast; my body was both weak and strong, giddy with the power these two men had given me.

‘You have permission to fulfil your dreams, Daisy. Suck on Harvey’s cock.’

‘Yes, mistress. Whatever you command, mistress.’ With care he dropped to his knees and positioned his mouth about an inch away from the other man’s cock.

I stepped forward and took Harvey’s girth in my own hand. I rubbed the tip of it over Slave’s cheeks. I traced the cock around his lips. I couldn’t resist wanking my fingers over that thick, wonderful cock. I whacked it against the side of Slave’s face, then smacked it against his lips.

‘Open up wide, my greedy little slut, and suck like you’ve never sucked before.’ I tried to step back but Joe put a strong arm around my back and pulled me into him.

He was even taller standing in the bath. He leant over and kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue fast in and out of my mouth. My own tongue fought back with lustful instinct. I scratched my nails down his back and pinched his nipples. The water saturated my clothes, making me feel hot and cold, like the natural force of the water was drawing me into this man, linking us together with its probing persistence.

He moved his lips to my ear. His breath was hot and hard as he whispered, ‘I love you so much. You make me crazy.’

Then he let go and I stepped back, able to admire the two of them together. I felt like an artist, or rather a film director, someone creative producing something beautiful. Although Joe/Harvey was already beautiful. All I had to do was remove his clothes, add running water, and put another man’s mouth around his cock.

I left them for a moment to get my phone out of my handbag. I wondered if it would stop when I was out of the room, that old philosophical thing of whether a tree falling in a wood makes any noise if there is no one to hear them. Except in my mind it was updated to whether two men would keep on touching each other without me to watch. They existed for me. Did they exist in this moment just for my pleasure?

I returned to see Harvey/Joe stroking Slave’s hair and Slave’s face flushed with the effort of taking as much of the other man’s cock as he possibly could. Joe winked at me.

‘Is he a good little cocksucker?’ I asked.

‘Not as good as some, but he’s trying.’

I took blurred, steamy photos of Slave sucking Joe on my phone and sent them to my lover with the message,
I’m getting experiences. I’m yearning for you.

Almost unconsciously I went to the last message my master sent me before shutting my phone and putting it to the side.

My mouth was full of the taste of Joe/Harvey’s kiss. I licked my lips. The pull between my legs was to get in the shower with them, to flood this room with water and lust. But I had my plan, my persona. I thought of that old telly show where people pretended they were pop stars and for a few minutes to the audience perhaps they were. Tonight, Matthew, I’m going to be The Voyeur.

I leant against the wall, wet clothes sticking to my skin, and gave orders in a voice that was just audible above the flowing water.

‘Squeeze his balls.’

‘Squeeze your own balls.’

‘Harder.’

‘I want to see your tongue licking the end of his cock.’

‘I want to see your tongue licking his balls.’

‘Suck his balls.’

‘Really suck.’

‘Turn around, Harvey.’

‘Feel the tightness of his buttocks, Slave.’

‘Really squeeze his arse.’

‘That’s good, now rim him.’

The slave turned his head to me but kept his hands on Harvey/Joe’s buttocks. ‘Sorry, mistress. I’m a cock-loving slut. Could you please repeat what you said? What do you desire me to do?’

‘Rim your playmate. Perform anilingus. Tongue-fuck his arse.’

‘Really, mistress? Is that, is that healthy, mistress?’

I bit down on my lip. I thought it would be Joe who would stop the game, protest that it was too much, that he wasn’t gay and this wasn’t what he’d wanted at all when he’d left the office with me. Joe was taking everything; he threw me wry smiles and shook his head in my direction, but he appeared surprisingly comfortable with another man kneeling before him.

For whatever reason I’d been entirely confident in Slave’s obedience. I drew on that feeling now; I didn’t let it slip away from me. People always responded to supreme confidence. Didn’t they?

‘What isn’t good for your health, you stupid little slave, is displeasing me. Questioning me displeases me. Not immediately obeying an order displeases me. You looking at me displeases me. Rim him now!’

That was all he needed. A few harshly spoken words, the reassurance that I was in charge, that all his actions came from my orders.

‘Of course, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress. I never mean to displease you.’ His face turned back to Harvey’s arse and his tongue flicked out and disappeared between the other man’s buttocks.

Harvey moaned. His cock seemed even larger and even harder, if that were possible.

‘Wank his cock, slut. No, don’t stop tonguing him. Wank his cock as you tongue him.’

The slim man briefly lost his balance in the slippery bath, but quickly regained it. He put one hand on Harvey’s hips and, with the other, wanked him with an expert speed that I couldn’t help but admire.

I got my phone and took more blurred, badly lit photos. Joe gazed at me with lust-filled eyes. His orgasm came fast and hard, shooting over the shower wall.

It was too fast. I wanted to savour this moment, this power, longer. Joe shook away from Slave and stepped out of the bath.

‘Thanks for that, mate.’ He grabbed a towel and started drying himself.

I wasn’t certain if he was talking to me or Slave.

I had to stay in control. I had to have something worthwhile to report back to my master. I wanted more. I needed more. I made a mental note to myself that if life ever led me to a situation where I was a proper dom, my sub would be a woman who I could torment with orgasms all night and all day.

‘Your playmate has made a mess. Clean it up, slut.’

The man who had remained obediently kneeling in the bath now moved, I presumed to get cleaning materials.

‘You wouldn’t want Harvey’s spunk to be wasted like that, would you? You’re yearning to lick it off the wall and I give you permission to do that, slave.’

‘Thank you, mistress. You are most kind.’

Some of the water was already trickling down and washing Joe’s jizz away, but there was enough left for Slave. He lapped at the cream.

‘Get it all. Every last drop.’ I reached over and ran a nail around Harvey/Joe’s nipple.

Slave kept on licking the wall even when there was clearly nothing left.

‘You’ve had your meal, now get Harvey and I supper.’ Without waiting to see how he responded I took Joe’s hand and led him back to the dining table.

Slave scuttled after us, his body still dripping wet. ‘What would you like to eat, mistress?’

‘Surprise us,’ I breathed in my huskiest voice.

He ran into the kitchen, leaving wet footprints on the carpet behind him.

Joe/Harvey grinned at me. ‘I tell you I used to think I was gay, you tell me that I’m probably bi, did you set this up to prove your point?’