Lydia Oh Lydia Pt 02 Corrected

Part 2

(corrected)

Like with part one, I managed to download the wrong copy of this story. This one is the edited one and, hopefully, will read a little better. Thanks for taking the time to read it and I hope you'll enjoy it.

Lydia...

After having left my boyfriend, Mark, I ended up in the home of Brad and Barb Cullen, the couple who opened my eyes to the world of sexuality. Before attending the wife swap/orgy at their place the previous night, I had been fairly reticent about most things sexual. Mark had begun getting me to wear sexier clothes and he did talk me into baring my breasts at a recent pool party, so I was opening up in some ways. But, Mark was a less than adequate lover when it came to sex and tended to care more about his needs than mine.

My time with Brad, Barb and a couple of other men at the 'party' opened my eyes to how wonderful sex could be if one's partner cared that both parties enjoyed themselves. Originally, I didn't want to attend the sex party, but after non-stop pestering from Mark and a promise of sexual satisfaction from Barb I finally acquiesced. Before things started Brad was kind enough to ask me what I would like to do and what I didn't want to do. Because I had such little experience, I told him I would do whatever he wanted. I was willing to try anything with this man because he asked me. That was something Mark never did.

My welcome at Barb and Brad's place after my break-up with Mark was wonderful as they both hugged and kissed me passionately upon my arrival. Barb sat with me and let me talk about my morning with Mark and why I broke up with him, which helped me see that I had done the right thing. When we had finished, Barb told me to get naked and join them in the living room when I had my stuff sorted.

When I got to the living room, I noticed that they were still dressed, but I didn't really mind. I sat in a chair and Brad asked, "So, are you okay? Breaking up with a longtime boyfriend can be a trying experience."

"I'm fine. Actually, Mark is the one who was hurt. I hated hurting him, but I knew we couldn't go on together anymore after last night."

Brad looked puzzled and asked, "What about last night prompted your split?"

I chuckled and said, "The sex I had with you last night was the best I had ever had. Nothing Mark ever did with me remotely compared and I knew it never would. So, I figured that it would be better for both of us in the long run, to end it before things got to prolonged and we were both hurt."

"So, you enjoyed yourself last night?"

"Very much so."

"Would you like to do more of what we did?"

I was getting hot just thinking about the future and breathily answered, "Oh, yes."

"Would you like to have sex right now?"

Despite feeling sore from last night, I really wanted to have sex with him again and replied, "Yes, please."

Brad smiled and said, "What would you like to do?"

"Anything that you want to do. I loved everything from last night."

"Okay, well, let's see. First I want you to stand in front of the picture window for me right now."

I wasn't sure why he wanted me to stand naked in front of the window, but I really wanted to please both he and Barb, so I stood and faced the street while naked. "Like this?"

"Yeah that's perfect. So how do you feel about doing that?"

I chuckled and said, "I'm a little embarrassed about showing myself, but if this is what you want me to do then it's fine."

"Barb told me that you're still pretty sore from last night, but you said you'd be willing have sex again right now. Why would you want to have sex if you're sore?"

"Because it was so good last night, that I don't want to miss any opportunities."

"I see. So, why don't you go over to Barb and eat her pussy until she cums three times. Would you do that?"

"Yes. I really enjoyed it when we ate each other last night."

Barb stripped her clothes off, spread her legs very wide and pulled her labia wide for me. I could see the pink of her sex, so walked over to her, got down on my knees and buried my tongue as deep as I could in her hot, wet vagina.

Barb...

I was so pleased that Lydia wanted to stay with us after she broke-up with Mark. She was so beautiful and was so passionate at the party last night. After she and Mark left in the morning, Brad and I spoke at length about her and how great the sex was with her.

"When I asked her what she wanted and didn't want to do last night," Brad said, "All she said was that she would do anything I wanted to do. She even reiterated that what we did was up to me even after I told her I could be pretty perverted and do things she might not like. She didn't complain at all when I played with and fucked her ass, though I knew she had never done any of that before. To tell you the truth, I think she's a submissive and doesn't even know it!"

I laughed and said, "Based on the conversations that we had last week and last night, I don't think she knows what a submissive is. Mark is a bigger fool than I thought he was if he hasn't figured that out. Or maybe she's that way with only certain people. I guess we'll never know."

When Lydia said she wanted to stay with us I was overjoyed and couldn't wait to tell Brad. "Brad, Lydia just called and said she has broken-up with Mark and wants to stay with us. I told her that was fine and she was welcome to stay as long as she wanted."

"Okay, so we should try and determine if she's a submissive when she gets here. You should get her set up in a spare room and then talk to her about the break-up. When you leave her, tell her she should come to the living room naked and we'll see how she reacts. If she doesn't seem to upset, we should set a couple of other tasks for her and see if she obeys."

"What tasks do you think?"

"Well we should go from easy to hard an see if she has a breaking point. So, let's see, maybe I'll have her stand naked in front of the picture window because she was pretty shy about exposing herself last week. If she does that, then I'll ask her to eat your pussy to two or three orgasms.

"If she does that then you should tell her to suck me off and then show us my cum in her mouth before she swallows."

I thought for a while and then asked, "So, if she is a submissive, what then?"

"I don't know, to be honest. Sex with her was nearly as good as it is with you and I know you get tired of me always wanting sex, so perhaps she can take the burden off you a little bit. And I know you've wanted a more regular female sex partner. Another thing, the rougher the sex last night the more she seemed to like it. Perhaps she's not adverse to a little pain."

"Wow, this could be fun. I think tomorrow I'll take her clothes shopping and get her some very revealing stuff an see how far I can push her to show off that luscious body of hers! Ooh, I think she just pulled up. We should give her a very warm welcome, come on!"

After I had talked to Lydia in her room for a while, I returned to Brad and said, "I told her to come to us naked. She also told me that she was quite sore after you fucked her last night, so why don't you see if you can talk her into having sex again today."

When Lydia came to us, we asked her to do all of things we had talked about and she agreed without any qualms, or at least she didn't voice any qualms. When Brad told her to eat my pussy, she dove in without any hesitation. She was pretty inexperienced, but took directions very well and managed to get me off three times pretty quickly. When I told her to suck off Brad, again she didn't hesitate and began taking his big dick as deep as she could considering the weird angle she was stuck with.

When she had finished with Brad, she sat on the floor and looked between us and asked, "Was this some sort of test?"

I felt pretty uncomfortable and wasn't sure what to say, but Brad, seeing my discomfort, said, "Yes, in a way it was. You are a bit of an enigma to us. From our limited interactions with you, you give off very different signals. During the pool party, you seemed uncomfortable in your bikini, yet you let Mark talk you into taking your top off. And during the week leading up to last night, you didn't seem to want to attend the party, but in the end, you did.

"Then when you told me last night that you were inexperienced with sex, you told me you would do anything that I wanted, which seemed odd to me. I pushed your boundaries and had you do things most women wouldn't do, ever. When Barb and I talked about you after you left this morning we thought we came up with a reason for the way you behaved that seemed pretty plausible, but we wanted to test our hypothesis which led to what we just had you do."

Lydia didn't seem upset, but seemed pretty curious and asked, "So, what was your hypothesis and did I prove your theory?"

Brad chuckled a bit and looked a bit nervous when he said, "Yes, I think we have proved our hypothesis. Now, before I tell you what we think, I just want you to know that it isn't a bad thing and nothing to be ashamed of and, actually, I think it makes us love you even more." Brad sat up straighter in his chair and then said, "Lydia, we think you are a sexual submissive."

Lydia...

Wow, Barb and Brad think I'm a sexual submissive! I wasn't too sure what that really meant, but I thought I got the general idea based on some of the things they just made me do and what Brad described about the pool party and last night. As I thought about it, I really did like it when Brad and Barb told me what to do and it seemed the nastier the better. I was even somewhat submissive with Mark, though not as much as I was with Barb and Brad.

"Now that you have said that, I think you may be right, though this is the first time that has been mentioned about me. Does this change our relationship? Do you want me to leave?"

Barb blurted out, "Heavens no! Like Brad said, it makes us love you all that much more. We feel responsible for your well-being and don't want you to be hurt. Some people can be quite cruel to submissives and we don't want that to happen to you.

I was a little shocked when Barb said some people would be cruel to a submissive person. I decided I needed to go online and find out what I could. Barb then asked if I was hungry and it dawned on me that I hadn't eaten anything since before Mark and I went to the party. I offered to help Barb and she accepted my help gratefully.

While we fixed lunch, I asked Barb, "Is my being here going to mess up your relationship with Brad? I'd hate to be the catalyst for a break-up."

Barb smiled and said, "No, actually you'll be a god send. Brad has a very healthy libido and wants to have sex all of the time. I've had to put limits on him for how often he and I will have sex. But, now with you here there will be an extra sex partner for him to use. Would you be able to handle having sex several times a day?"

"I don't know." I thought to myself, could I handle sex that often? Then I thought how great it was last night and how I had wished it would just go on and on. So, I continued, "If the sex was as good as it was last night, yes I think I could have sex quite often. I didn't want it to stop last night. You guys opened something up in me and I really like it. Despite being sore from last night, I would really like to get fucked again! I'd, also, like to get online and read about being submissive. Do you have Wi-Fi that I can access on my laptop?"

Barb hugged me and said, "If you are that horny, then you are going to love living here. Our Wi-Fi address is BendOnOver and the password is InMyAss123. Why don't you call Brad and tell him lunch is ready."

After we ate lunch, I went to my room and began researching submissiveness online. I couldn't believe all of the variations that there were. I didn't have a clue what I might be, so I decided to see where Barb and Brad wanted to go with it. There were some aspects that I found titillating. I liked the idea of having a collar that demonstrated my submission. I, also, liked the idea of being marked as someone's possession. I even liked the idea of some pain being meted out, though nothing to severe. I wasn't to keen on having to call Barb and Brad 'master and mistress', but if they wanted that then I would do it.

When I had finished with what I was doing, I returned to the living room and said, "I've read about being a submissive, but there seemed to be an infinite number of ways of being submissive. So, I think I will leave it to you two to determine how you want me to develop. There were several things that I thought I would really like. The first, is I would like to be fitted with a collar that symbolizes my submissiveness. Second, I'd like to be marked somehow that symbolizes my submission to you two."

Barb looked at me and asked, "Marked how?"

"I was thinking you could have my nipples pierced or my clitoral area or both. Maybe I could get a tattoo. I, also, like the idea of being told that I had to have sex with one of you or both. I like the idea of not having a choice when and how I get fucked. I really liked the hard, rough sex from last night and I really liked anal sex and would welcome that a lot. Some other things I discovered was I would be open to having pain being meted out, but I could live without that too. If you want me to call you 'master and mistress' I will do that as well."

Brad looked at Barb and she looked at him and then Brad said, "Well, that's a lot of decisions to make. I'm not really into being called master, are you Barb?"

Barb chuckled and said, absolutely not. I would feel like the head of a female boarding school if you called me mistress. Just call me Barb and him Brad, that way we won't have to explain things to others. About your collar, I think the three of us should go to the Adult Superstore out on the highway. We can get you a collar there and I have some other things in mind that I think you should have. I'm sure Mr. Pervert can come up with an item or two."

Brad laughed and said, "I'm sure I can. Let's see, about piercings, I think you would look hot with pierced nipples and clit, so I'm all for that. Barb?"

"I agree! Actually, I was thinking of getting pierced myself, so maybe we can go together. As far as pain goes, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, I read about nipple clamps with chains with which to pull them. Spanking, maybe. I don't really know. I was thinking of stuff that might turn you guys on."

Brad then said, "Other than hard fucking, I don't really get off on giving pain. If you want us to do something to you like slapping your pussy and tits, we would be able to do that, I suppose. Frankly, we have a long time in which to learn about this. Barb and I are as new to this as you are. I do have one request. I would like you to not wear any underwear."

"Never?"

"Yes, never. When we are at home, I'd like you to stay naked like you are now and when we go out, you should wear dresses without underwear."

"But, what about when I'm at work? I work as a librarian at the high school."

"Well, since summer break just started a couple of weeks ago, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. So, let's get dressed and get you fitted with a collar and get you two pierced!"

I went and got dressed and remembered not to put on any undergarments. Other than last night, in my slutty dress, I had never gone out in public without underwear. After a short time, I had to admit to myself that I liked the sensation. I wore one of the sundresses that Mark had bought me which had the shortest hemline. The prospect of someone seeing my genitals was becoming intoxicating.

Brad decided that we would go to a tattoo/piercing parlor first. We sat with the guy who would do the work and discussed what it was that we had in mind. Barb decided that she wanted barbell piercings though her nipples and next to her clit. I opted for a set of heavy rings through my nipples and asked the guy to give me the most stimulating clitoral piercing.

Our guy was an older man and when we told him our names he began humming a catchy tune. When I asked him what the song was, he chuckled and said it was called Lydia, Oh Lydia.

"Really," I asked?

"Yeah, it was a song Groucho Marx sang in a movie years ago. It's pretty funny and I love the tune."

"Do you know the lyrics, I'd love to hear them?"

"Yeah."

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Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?

Lydia the tattooed lady

She has eyes that men adore so

And a torso even more so

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopedia

Lydia, the queen of tattoo

On her back is the Battle of Waterloo

Beside it the Wreck of the Hesperus, too

And proudly above waves the red, white and blue

You can learn a lot from Lydia

When her robe is unfurled, she will show you the world

If you step up and tell her where

For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree

Or Washington crossing the Delaware

Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?

Lydia the tattooed lady

When her muscles start relaxin'

Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopedia

Lydia, the queen of tattoo

For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz

With a view of Niagara that nobody has

And on a clear day, you can see Alcatraz

You can learn a lot from Lydia

Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso

Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso

Here's Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon

Here's Godiva but with her pajamas on

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopedia

Lydia, the queen of them all

She once swept an admiral clean off his feet

The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat

And now the old boy's in command of the fleet

For he went and married Lydia

I said Lydia

He said Lydia

I said Lydia

He said Lydia

Ole!

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When he finished the song, we all laughed and thanked him for his effort.

When Barb and I had finished getting our piercings, the three of us set off for the 'Adult Store' that Barb had mentioned earlier. I had never been in such a place and was overwhelmed by the sheer number of things on sale. In my naivete I had no idea what most of it was used for. Barb and Brad walked around with me in tow and began picking up various odds and ends with big smiles on their faces. When we got to the collars, Barb asked, "Which one do you like the best?"

I looked them over and couldn't believe the huge selection. I didn't want anything too gaudy, but I didn't want anything too plain either. I settled on a nice thin black leather one that was about ¾ of an inch wide. Barb said she liked that one too, so she grabbed it and then several others like it in various colors, "We have to be able to accessorize with your clothes!"

Our next stop was in the area where there were a bunch of mushroom shaped plastic and glass objects. I asked what these were used for and Brad said, "They're called butt plugs and are used to train a person's ass for anal sex. Since the piercing guy said that you and Barb shouldn't have vaginal sex for a week or so, I decided that we will concentrate on your asses during that time."

A shudder ran through me as I looked forward to more anal sex. I had really enjoyed my first foray into that taboo area and couldn't wait to do it again. Brad grabbed an assortment of sizes and shapes of butt plugs. Next, Brad picked up a number of bottles of lubricant. I laughed and said, "I guess you are planning on a lot of anal sex, aren't you?"