Entertaining Me Or Three

It was then, as we lay on the bed, her head on my chest, breathing heavily and soaking in the afterglow of our orgasms, that I decided to make the story come true. I didn't discuss it with Hope, my wife and sometimes 'Daddy's good girl.'

It was rare that we came together, but tonight we did. Just as I was finishing up whispering a fantasy story in her ear while steadily thrusting into her pussy. We weren't in our well appointed playroom and she wasn't tied to the bed. Tonight was a 'regular' or vanilla sex night. Spontaneous, slow and easy, focusing on each other's pleasure. I hadn't planned on telling her a story while we made love, it just felt right at the time and I rolled with it. Our post orgasmic bliss confirmed it was the right choice. Telling a story during sex was not something we'd done before. Typically, when in Daddy/Good girl mode we acted things out. After that night, storytelling became a regular thing, both 'in scene' and during vanilla sex.

Over the next few months I planned this night, this enactment of a story. Replanned it, changed the entire plan except the 'main events,' and spent many hours finding the right couple. Then, with the couple, I replanned some more. It was finally the day, today I was going to make the story I told her a reality. And more often during sex we told each other sexy stories.

The day started with my declaring to Daddy's good girl that she was mine today, and that she was going to spend the day naked, something she wasn't fond of having to do; that's exactly why I made her do it. You'd think she'd be used to it by now, this is not the first, or even seventh time. Today she seemed more nervous than usual. In her defense, I did tell her I was raising the stakes as well. I told her just to keep her on edge, I wanted her to be nervous while I teased her. I know that being nervous heightens her submissiveness, the same as it does mine when I'm in that headspace.

We live on a large piece of land in a rural town. Our house is strategically located with no less than twelve acres of land between us and anything else on all sides of the house. The perfect place to live, it's quiet and peaceful, and it makes our games easier. Like keeping her naked all day. We're not exhibitionists. Well, she's not, I'm a bit more daring. We value our privacy, so we do keep our games out of 'the public eye.' It also helps that through sheer dumb luck I purchased a lot of bitcoin when I was in college, and now we can do pretty much what we want in life. I say dumb luck because I thought I was buying one, a friend pressured me into it, but I accidentally signed up for recurring purchases. And I never paid attention to the few dollars a month that were slowly building me a fortune I never expected. Anyway, that's not important for today.

I teased my good girl all morning, touching her tits, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass, or slipping a finger into her pussy, ordering her into positions that lewdly exposed her and made her touch herself often. Never allowed to cum, always stopping her as she got close. Not really edging her, she was close, but not that close. But still, it had to be really frustrating. OK, I know first hand how frustrating it is, she'd done the same to me when she was in Mistress mode. Except she truly edged me.

The teasing slowly increased in intensity all morning. Since we're both early risers, all morning was five hours so far. Shortly after 11 I ordered lunch to be delivered via Uber Eats. I hadn't asked Hope what she wanted nor did I tell her I was having lunch delivered. Ordering from one of our regular restaurants, I knew what she would want. Not that it mattered, when she is Daddy's good girl all day, she has little choice about anything. So, when the camera app chirped to indicate someone coming up the driveway Hope looked startled.

"I ordered lunch from Jones' Diner," I calmly told her, "you're having steak and cheese. I've already paid for it, just need you to go get it and tip the driver. The look of fear on her face was priceless. Her eyes wide, her breathing growing more shallow and quick, and the skin from her face to her chest almost instantly turning crimson red with embarrassment. I noticed that her nipples also hardened. I know her well enough to know what was going through her mind. On one hand, she wanted to continue to be Daddy's good girl, not naughty and needing to be punished. On the other, there was no way she would be able to bring herself to meet someone at the door naked. Especially because we are both well known in town.

Understanding her internal struggle I upped the pressure. "You do want to be a good girl, don't you? I know you like to be spanked sometimes, but today is not a day you want me to punish you. I warned you I was raising the stakes, that includes if I need to punish you. I can assure you it's in your best interest not to find out what new methods and implements I've discovered."

"Please don't make me go out there," she begged in a desperate whisper.

"Please, don't make you go out there and what?" I wanted her to say it.

"Please Daddy, don't make me go out there and get the food and let someone see me naked" she corrected herself. I had already determined I'd let little indiscretions slide when I sprung this on her. I knew the inner turmoil she'd go through. That didn't mean I was going to make it easy on her.

"You have a choice," I told her, "you can either go get our lunch or spend an hour bound to the spanking bench....." I let my voice trail off. I also knew she'd cave and go get the food. She liked some light spanking, not so much longer sessions when I was not so gentle. Over the past few months while I was planning today I'd made sure to put her through a couple of longer sessions, just so I could use that as leverage. I suspected I'd need it.

In a pleading whisper, "Please, Daddy, I'll do anything for you. Don't make me do this"

"I already know you'll do anything to be my good girl. Which is why you're going to get our food." My tone was stern, not leaving room for negotiation. This wasn't the first time I've 'exposed' her. She's been outside naked or tied up in front of a window many times. Always, though, we were expecting no one, and the one time someone did show up, we had plenty of warning from the cameras to get her out of the window before the person - a damn politician soliciting votes no less - came into view of the house.

Obedience won the inner tug-of-war Hope was having, she turned and slowly walked to the door. I followed behind her, wanting to see how she handled the situation. When she got to the door she paused, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door, tentatively looking out. What she didn't know, but found out, was I had included delivery instructions to leave the food on the doorstep, which they did. Good thing too, because Hope hadn't thought about how she was going to tip the driver, she didn't have any place to hold money. I could almost feel her relief when she got the door all the way open and saw the delivery driver's car turning the corner in our driveway, too far away to be able to tell she was naked, and the delivery bag of food sitting at the top of the steps. She quickly stepped out, grabbed the bag and rushed back inside, closing the door. She noticed me standing there.

"That's my good girl," I praised her. "I knew that would be tough for you, I was pretty sure you'd choose grabbing the food over an hour on the bench, that's why I gave instructions to leave the food on the steps. I'm very proud of you."

As I watched the stress leave her body and her face light up from the praise, I stepped into her, wrapping my arms around and gave her a passionate kiss. I could feel her hard nipples as her tits pressed into my chest. She readily opened her mouth and accepted my tongue. I ran my hands over her back and down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks. I broke the kiss, stepped back and pinched her nipples. I squeezed a little harder than 'normal' but not enough to really hurt. "Now, go get lunch on the table," I told her. As she turned and headed to the dining room I slapped her ass. Surprised (though I really have no idea why, I slap her ass all the time), she yelped and jumped a little. Looking back at me with a grin on her face she swung her hips more than she needed to, ensuring I got a good show. All I could think was how fucking sexy she is, and how lucky I was that she chose me. My cock swelling in my shorts, I knew I'd need to get some relief shortly. Also, that she was about to get her next surprise.

I gave her a few minutes to get the food out and on the table before I went to the dining room. When I got there, she was sitting in 'her' chair. The one I'd taken from the playroom. The one designed to attach dildos to, or to remove the middle panel of the seat and leave her pussy totally exposed. Today I had a bluetooth controlled medium sized vibrating dildo mounted to the seat. I had made the chair from one of our old dining room chairs, putting a small bracket that we could mount different dildos and vibrators for the person in the chair to enjoy. As I walked in, Hope grinned at me saying, "I figured I was supposed to sit here, Daddy."

"Indeed you are," I told her. "And, as a reminder, you are not allowed to cum."

"Yes, Daddy," she replied.

I placed my phone on the table and offered Hope one of the few remaining choices she had today, "One, two, or three," I asked.

I'm sure she guessed what each of those choices corresponded to, the choice of which preprogrammed vibrating patterns for the dildo. Hesitantly she chose two. She may have guessed what the choice was for, but didn't know the specific pattern. I touched two on the screen, starting the vibrator. This pattern slowly builds up speed then abruptly stops for a couple cycles, then from nothing to full speed and slowly decreases for a couple cycles, repeating the cycles until stopped. There was a random pause between each cycle, set for two to ten seconds. Immediately Hope gasped and squirmed a little. I enjoyed listening to the buzz and watching Hope's face change with each intensity. Not surprisingly she had a hard time focusing on eating. "Eat up, good girl, you're going to need the energy for the rest of the day's activities."

"I'm trying, Daddy. I have to concentrate so much on not cumming that it's hard to eat."

Giving her a false choice, timing it right after she took a bite and had a mouthful of food, "If you want me to stop the vibrations it'll cost you five minutes on the bench. Do you want that?" As I was saying this to her my finger was hovering over my phone. And without giving her time to answer I touched the screen and the vibrations instantly stopped. "Oops, I guess I was a little too quick on the trigger there. Still, that'll cost you five minutes."

I could see it on her face, she wanted to protest. To tell me I didn't give her a chance to answer. But she knew better, that if she did I would double the time. She just looked down at her plate and took another bite of her sub. Internally I made a (bad) pun, a sub for my sub. Glad I didn't say it outloud, no need to give Hope a reason to roll her eyes at me.

After we finished lunch Hope got up to take care of our wrappers. I think she was happy to get the dildo out from her pussy. Not that she doesn't like having cock, real or fake, in her, I knew she didn't want to cum. Standing up as well I told her, "I'll take care of this, you take care of the dildo and chair." Knowing what I meant, she lowered herself to her knees, in front of the chair, and started to lick and suck the dildo clean. After I finished taking care of lunch I returned to the dining room, standing behind her as she bobbed on and licked the dildo. By now all her pussy juice was off it. Still, she wasn't allowed to stop until I inspected her work.

"I bet you wish you were sucking another woman's pussy off my cock." Starting in with one of her favorite fantasies. It was interesting this got her so worked up. She absolutely did not want me having sex with another woman. But, she also got so hot thinking about it. Maybe because she knew that I had no interest in other women. She has said she has no interest in other men, either. Which is too bad since I would love for her to dominate me with another man. But, that still remains a fantasy for me. Maybe someday. I also knew, in her mind, it was a 'safer' way to taste another woman's pussy. Something she desperately wanted to do, but wasn't sure she could bring herself to. Her conservative upbringing, and societal norms still constricting her actions. Not her thoughts, but actions for sure. And how hard she came when I used our fucking machine to either spit roast or double penetrate her made me wonder how much 'resistance' she'd put up if I invited a man to join us.

"Yes, Daddy. I want to clean your cock after you fucked her." 'Her' has always been generic. I don't know if Hope has any woman specifically in her mind when she fantasizes, or if it's an image of her favorite attributes without being a specific woman. Maybe it's a different woman each time. Maybe I'll never know.

"You've cleaned that enough, go to the playroom, put a blindfold on and get on the bench." I instructed her. I waited about 15 minutes, knowing the waiting, the anticipation only heightened her arousal. When I entered the playroom I set a five minute time on my phone and grabbed my favorite paddle off the wall hook. It was leather, about 18 inches long with a rounded handle. One side of the paddle was just plain leather. The other side had little hard rubber pointed nubs on it. Hope particularly disliked that side. I used the plain side. I didn't want to take away her sexual edge, the other side always did that. Not almost always. Always, without exception. That side was for actual punishment, as infrequent as that was. Without warning I brought the paddle down on her ass. Medium force. Hope flinched. To her credit, she didn't move, even though she was not strapped down.

I spaced the strikes out, not wanting to give her too many so she was sore for later. I also didn't want her to think I was letting her off the hook. None of the strikes were particularly hard. Some were pretty light. They were all spread out over her cheeks and upper thighs. When the timer went off I told Hope she could stand. I gently guided her to the cross. I placed a cuff on each wrist and secured them to the rings at the top of each arm of the cross. I left some slack in the rope. After securing her wrists I did the same with her ankles to the rings at the foot of each leg of the cross. Returning to her arms, I removed the slack from the rope and tightened it. Though it was not needed, I put the stomach strap around her and secured that to the ring in the back of the cross. When she was secured I grabbed the noise cancelling headphones, slipped them on her, and started white noise. I left to wait for our guests. The ones she didn't know were coming.

I found Rowan and Teresa during the 'research phase' of making my plan. I was on several fetish site boards and dating sights trying to figure out how to vet people for tonight. After many bad answers and initial first conversations I was almost ready to give up. Until Rowan DM'd me, a short, atypical message than what I found most wannabes' initial messages to be.. The message was to the point, "Hi, we're a dominant couple looking for a new sub or sub couple, our long time relationship ended when our sub moved away. Your profile interests us, would love to chat more." From there our relationship, just platonic until tonight, developed. We'd met in person a couple times, I shared pics of Hope (all decent) and told them all about her, and us. They agreed to help me make this story/fantasy come true with thoughts about this becoming a long-term thing. They were very honest about wanting to dominate us both, something I wasn't sure about. Yes, Hope and I are both technically switches, but ninety percent of the time I am dominant. It works for us. I was also very clear this may be a one-time event, it would all depend on how Hope felt. Yes, I'm her 'Daddy' and she'll do what I say, but I honor her boundaries. If after trying something we've both fantasized about, both said we'd like to try but never took actual steps toward, she decided not to do it again, that would be the end. They understood and were willing to help us live out a fantasy and see where things went from there.

I greeted Rowan and Teresa, told them where the playroom was and that I'd meet them there. This was also part of the plan, they'd get ready, though I didn't know what that mean. They knew Hope was blindfolded and had the headphones on, there was no need to be quiet when coming in. I headed to the playroom to get Hope ready and wait for them.

When I got into the playroom I released Hope from the cross and guided her to the fuck cross. This bench was shaped like, well, a cross, only laying down, with kneeling spots at both the head and between whoever's spread legs that were secured to it. Both were designed to allow others a comfortable spots to kneel or stand when using the strapped person. I did this without a single word to Hope, she was still wearing the headphones. She'd been on all of our equipment enough times that all I had to do was gently nudge her and she knew what to do. With Hope securely strapped down I stepped back and admired her body. One that I'd seen and played with so many times over the years. One that never ceased to excite and amaze me. I wasn't surprised to see her nipples fully erect, her pussy swollen and glistening with her moisture. As much teasing as I'd done I would have been shocked, and worried, had that not been the case.

My part of the plan at this time was to start the 'story.' I had rehearsed this so many times in the past few months that I didn't really need my notes. I had them handy anyway figuring I'd get distracted by watching it actually play out. At first, Rowan and Teresa were not interested in 'following a script,' as they called it, instead preferring to just see where events led. We negotiated a deal that for the first encounter we'd do it my way. If there were any subsequent meetings they'd have free reign within any limits that Hope or I set. I also agreed to a penalty should Hope decide this was a one and done encounter. I was confident enough that she would want more that I agreed that I would have to orally service both Rowan and Teresa once if Hope did not want to continue beyond today. I'm not bi, never had any inclinations towards guys, and quite honestly figured I'd just ghost them if she decided on once and done. Yeah, they knew where we lived, but I trusted that they'd remain faithful to the unwritten rules of fetish life, no one outs anyone else for fear they will also be outed.

I was surprised when Rowan and Teresa entered, both were naked. I don't know what I expected them to be wearing, but I didn't expect nothing. Both were gorgeous in their own way. Teresa well proportioned, her strawberry blond hair in a ponytail, blue eyes, and what I estimated to be 34C tits. Her nipples were much like Hope's, small areolas with pencil eraser nipples. Her completely shaved pussy and ass were straight out of my fantasies. Rowan was well built, not overly muscular but it was clear he worked a physical job, a large equipment welder is what he told me early on in our conversations. His semi-hard, circumcised cock looked like it would be slightly larger than mine when hard, unless he was both a shower AND a grower. I would see later he wasn't, and he was hung like I thought he'd be.

I put on my headset and stopped the white noise in Hope's headset, and started my story. Through the headset I told her I had a surprise for her today, that I would act out a story as I told it to her, much like that night in bed months ago. With the noise cancelling headphones all she'd be able to hear was my voice. She'd not be able to hear Rowan and Teresa as they moved around her. I started the story..