Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (11 page)

“Abigail, baby,
please.” Aha, there we go. That is all the permission I require. I surround his
dick with my wet mouth, plunging him deep within the confinements. I need to
feel him; I need him to possess me entirely, claiming me as his once again.

“Oh God, Angel,
Deeper, you know how to do it pet.” Why does that turn me on more, him calling
me ‘pet’ should piss me off but the name has me reaching between my thighs with
my free hand and rubbing vigorously at my clit, over my trousers.

“Hand away,
Sweetheart, you didn’t ask. You can cum when I say so, now, you will learn,
Abigail, take me deeper.” His hands fist in my hair tightly, a slight pain
forming on my scalp as he pulls so hard that a few hairs try desperately to
remove themselves.

“Jesus,
Leighton, she has the most perfect fucking mouth. Can you handle two, mate?”
Antonio’s voice permeates the air, stabbing through my body and causing a
tightening in my womb.

“Oh fuck yes.
Angel, can she?” I look up to him to see what he is referring to; Debbie is standing
beside me glaring down at my man’s dick, her eyes full of hunger. I smile
around the cock lodged deep inside my throat, nodding my answer to him.

Am I seriously
about to let another woman suck off my boyfriend? How fucked up is this? The
thought is making me wetter and hornier than I ever have been before. The
thought of Debbie’s perfect rosy lips surrounding him and making him moan in
ecstasy, makes me squirm to prevent myself from coming right here and now.

“Get on your
knees, precious.” The command comes from, Ant, his deep voice has Debbie on her
knees beside me within milliseconds. She has clearly been doing this for a long
time with Antonio.

It is crazy that
I have never known anything about this part of him, but I really should have
clocked on the first time I saw Maria’s arse smothered in bright red welts.

“What do you
say, precious, what do you say to Leighton?” I stare into Leighton’s green eyes
as I continue to take him in my mouth, his dick swelling and growing as the
seconds past.

“Thank you, Sir,
thank you for letting me pleasure you.” Oh Jesus mother of all things good, why
did her calling my boyfriend, Sir, have me wanting to back away and just let
her continue on her own, to watch her perfectly submissive self, making my man
cum in her throat and over her tits.

“That is okay,
Pet, you are very good aren’t you? Thank your Dom for his offering of you.”
Leighton isn’t even looking at me, his eyes are fixated on Debbie, on her body
sporting a beautiful black fitted dress, her ample chest on show for him.

She turns on her
knees, her hands placed behind her back, each hand holding the opposite elbow.
“Thank you, Sir, for letting me service Leighton. It is an honour to do so.”
She looks to the floor, her body still.

“Precious girl,
you are too perfect.” Antonio strokes her cheek, raising her face to him.
“Should we show, Leighton and Abigail, what I have taught you before we start
this properly? I think it would be good for her to try herself.”

“I would love
to, Sir. Nothing pleases me more than pleasing you.” She smiles sweetly at him.
This is a submissive Debbie, I’ve not seen this side of her before but it is
fucking hot. If I am going to look like her doing this, then sign me up a month
ago.

“Stand.” Antonio
commands her sharply. Debbie rises to her feet, gracefully, her hands returning
to their original form, behind her curved back.

Leighton looks
to me finally, his eyes twinkling mischievously. I know right then that I am
going to do this, I want to see the absolute pleasure on his face, as Antonio
has on his now. I want to serve him for eternity.

“Abigail, we
start your training as of now. Do you agree to be my submissive?” Leighton asks
me seriously, his dick never waning in hardness.

“Yes, Leighton,
Sir, I want to be your submissive and to please you for always and forever.”
That was far too easy; surely it should take a little longer for the word, Sir,
to slip from my lips. It just feels so natural, so right and so sexy, I want to
straddle his thighs and have him spank me at the same time.

“You are mine,
Abigail. Now stand and assume the correct position. Copy Debbie, she is
perfect.” I stand from the floor and move next to Debbie, mimicking her
position perfectly, well as perfectly as I can.

Debbie is
perfect. Ant has done well training her these last four months. Even stuck in a
wheelchair for the first part of it, he is able to control her with the upmost
dominance and perfection.

“Strip.”
Antonio’s voice echoes through the large expanse of my lounge, his eyes pinned
to Debbie’s frame. I can feel my naked dick hardening further at the thought of
seeing her body again. She is utterly stunning. So curvy, flawless smooth skin
and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

Debbie doesn’t
hesitate to start removing her dress, her hand reaches around to unzip the
metal teeth holding it together at the back. She lets it slip from her
shoulders, the curve of her spine showing inch my inch, as it drops and then
pools at her feet. She steps from within its confinement, her heels clicking
against the wood as she does so.

Her legs encased
in silk stockings, attached to her by a suspender belt. The lace thong barely
covers her luscious arse as it moves from side to side, her hips sashay as she
bends to pick her dress up from the floor. I hiss as I see her ripe wet pussy
on show, the dampness saturating her thong. I gulp down the massive lump in my
throat to prevent my dick from stiffening further.

She places her
folded garments on a chair and then goes to unclip her bra, her breasts spill
free from within, plump and firm. Considering the woman has three children, she
is utter perfection.

She bends a
little and unclips the stocking from the suspender belt, unrolling them slowly
and teasingly down her legs.

“Debbie, hurry
up pet, we are trying to show Abigail how obedient you are, not how much you
like to taunt your Dom. Do I have to remind your arse of the rules?” her head
shoots up to look at her boyfriend, the excitement and fear mingling as one in
her gaze.

“No sir, I'm
sorry.” She tells him as she kicks of her high heels and swipes the silk from
her calves.

“Kneel.” Antonio
commands Debbie when she is completely naked, her curvaceous frame dropping
instantly. She keeps her thighs slightly apart, her palms placed delicately
atop them. Her head bowed downwards, staring to the floor. She looks utterly
breath taking. My dick stirs again, laying rock hard against my stomach. I want
Abbi mirroring her, wanting her at my mercy, everything she wants, controlled
by me, and only ME.

“Do you want me
to command, Abbi, Leighton? Or do you want to?” Antonio asks me, his dominant
tone not wavering in the slightest. It shouldn't turn me on as much as it does,
to hear him in control. I am not a switch by any means; well at least I don't
think I am. I have been bottom for him countless times, as he has for me, but I
don't even have inclination to let him dominate me, until now that is.

The way his
hungry eyes are glaring at Abigail’s form, makes the voyeur in me, I hadn’t
even know I possessed, come out to play. I know just watching him top Abigail
is going to have me like iron until I can find some relief. I hope that he is
up for me fucking the hell out of his girlfriend tonight, especially if he is
going anywhere near mine. Debbie is stunning. Tough and so full of spirit, just
hearing her voice makes me want to bend her over. To see her kneeling like
this, so submissive and obedient, god that is a dominant man’s wet dream.

Fuck, I
seriously need to stop this train of thought before this whole fucked up family
turn into full-blown swingers.

“I think you
should do it, Mate. I think she might listen to you a little better than me.” I
tell him, knowing Abbi and I are still on too much of a wobbly platform for her
to listen to me properly whilst training. She needs the firm hand Antonio
possesses. I have said I am the best damn Dominant I know, but thinking about
it again, Antonio is a fucking beast. He can have a submissive kneeling at his
feet, begging for him, with just a simple look in his eyes. I vow, that until
she is the perfect submissive, which I know she will be, I won't lay a hand on
her. Sure, I’ll fuck her tight little pussy until she’s begging for me to stop,
but I will not, by any means, top her. I want the first time I restrain, spank
and dominate her, to be so perfect she will never want to go back to her
vanilla self.

I see the
glimmer of excitement in Ant’s eyes as he takes in my permission for him to
take over with my girlfriend.

“Abbi, strip.”
He commands her, staring intently into her eyes.

She looks to
Debbie for reassurance, finding her facing the floor.

“Now!” Antonio
demands. His voice is deep and gruff. Abigail doesn’t falter this time, she
rapidly and a little haphazardly, removes her clothing, also following suit and
folding them neatly, placing them next to Debbie’s on the sofa.

I hear Antonio’s
hiss of appreciation at Abigail’s body. She has the best fucking tits I have
ever seen, more than a handful, her body isn’t anorexic skinny, she is curvy in
all the right places, and her arse is just so spankable and biteable.

“Good, pet, very
good. Now kneel.” His authoritative tone has her on her knees before he can
say, please. A little too gracefully for a newbie, she gets herself on her
knees, spreading them the same distance as she sees Debbie’s. Her palms placed
on her thighs and her head dropped forward.

Jesus, she is
already nearing perfect in this position. As I stand back behind Antonio’s
giant build, I watch the two women next to one another, their ample chests
rising and falling gently as they control their erotic breathing, their
glistening pussies on show through their thighs. I can feel the pre-cum seeping
from the tip of my cock and smearing against my stomach.

“Look at that,
Leighton; I have two lovely little submissives at my disposal. What on earth
can I do with them?” I can see the hitch in Abbi’s breath as she fights to keep
her arousal at bay. She is begging for something to happen, anything.

“God, they are
too perfect. Let’s start with the basics Ant, the positions, body posture and
correct way to answer your Dom and when to answer, etcetera.” I sit on the arm
of the chair as Antonio moves his head side to side, clicking his neck. He
interlaces her fingers and pushes them out, stretching and clicking his
knuckles.

“Both of you
stand.” Both girls rise from their kneeling position, Debbie a little faster
and easier than Abigail does, as expected. “Good, now kneel.” I can see Abigail
wanting to tell Antonio to piss of but she expertly holds her tongue as she
once again gets to knees, back into the submissive position she already has
expertly grasped.

“She’s good,
Leighton, very graceful. Now stand.” Up they stand again; their legs shoulder
width apart, their hands behind their back holding the opposite elbow, their
heads looking to the floor, submissively.

“Now, Kneel.” He
drops his voice a notch, causing even the hairs over my body to rise on end. It
is becoming so much harder to stop my dick from ejaculating all over the
fucking wood flooring.

Abigail knelt a
little slower this time, the standing and falling obviously already wearing her
out.

“Leighton, add
it to the list, Abigail needs to hit the gym.” I see her head shoot up in hurt;
her eyes saddened by his statement. “Poppet, you need to work on your endurance
and stamina, we can't have you slacking behind.” She still looks sad, she has
worked so hard to get her body to where she likes it, having come to me stick
thin and malnourished, she has fought hard to be the beautiful woman she is.

“Abigail,
stand.” Antonio has caught onto her displeasure, her own insecurities rapidly
returning as I physically see her draw into herself.

Her ears
obviously haven’t heard Ant’s command and she continues to glace to the floor
in her own world. “ABIGAIL. STAND NOW!” he instructs her, a little bit of
harshness in his tone, but not enough to scare her. I know what is about to
happen, a nice little lesson in self-love. As a submissive you are taught to
think of your body as a temple, to be worshipped and love by yourself and your
dominant.

She gets to her
feet slowly, dragging her legs to stand next to one another. “Abbi, head up.”
He instructs her again, using his own hand to place on her cheek, assisting her
face to his. “Sweetheart, look at me.” Her eyes look to his, glazed over from
her unshed tears. “Leighton, where is it?” he doesn’t look at me, he is fixated
on my beautiful lady.

“I’ll grab it
man, gimmie one minute.” I stand from the sofa arm and walk from the room,
taking the stairs to one of the spare rooms. I collect the body length mirror
from the wall and take it downstairs.

“Cheers mate.”
He looks to Debbie, still knelt so perfectly by his feet. “Debbie stand.” She
stands and bows her head to him. “Hold the mirror up in front of you please; I
want Leighton to see this too.” She takes the mirror from my hands, manoeuvring
in front of Abigail’s body.

I stand behind
him, both of them clearly visible in the reflection of the glass. My hands are
already holding my dick down to stop it smacking my abs.

“Abigail, come.”
He takes her hand and pulls her in front of him, her body in line with the
mirror, but her head still looking to the floor.

His hands move
around to the front of her, splaying against her stomach. I can already tell
his hard dick has moved between the crack of her arse, because her head shoots
up as the length fits between her cheeks.