Sorry for taking so long to get this up (and yes, I appreciate the soft kicks in the butt from the three of you that reminded me I was slacking ;). The world's been a little crazy lately and I haven't been thinking about these things lately. No excuse for not putting up something that was finished and ready to go though. I hope you guys enjoy this "end" to the story. It almost certainly won't be an end completely. I love these characters too much but at least it's the completion of the story that has been building. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback and I hope you enjoy.
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I stood there completely dumbfounded. It wasn't often I was truly caught speechless but there I was. Let's examine the scene objectively here. I'm completely naked. Three beautiful women are surrounding me also naked except for thick, red leather collars. Each of those girls physically looks like a mess. Their hair is ragged and sweaty. Their face and neck covered in drool from the several hours of forced orgasms while gagged that they'd just experienced. But their expressions were all positively giddy at the surprise they'd given me.
That surprise was my ex-girlfriend Sasha. She was bound, spread-eagled on a bed in a dimly lit bedroom in a Manhattan penthouse hotel room after my bachelor party. A bachelor party that had a level of decadence and debauchery unusual even for me and my weird lifestyle. On top of that, the words "USE ME - S" were scrawled in lipstick across her smooth, flat stomach. The letters were unmistakably hers and the "S" contained the little hearts that she used when signing her initials. This wasn't my girlfriends going psycho and kidnapping my ex for some sort of revenge kick. This was my ex offering herself up to me willingly. Or at least it appeared that way.
I turned to Carly who, despite the hours long ordeal, seemed to have found sufficient energy to be literally hopping up and down, clapping her hands together like a child who was just told she could have a fifth helping of ice cream. "You like it, Master?"
"How, did you...?" I stammered not really able to formulate my question.
Carly walked over to Sasha and sat down on the bed next to her. The look on her face startled me as it was positively evil looking. I mean... not really, I guess. "Evil" is too strong a word for Carly in any context. It just struck me as so unusual for her. Sinister. Scheming. Machievellian? I don't know. Whatever it was she looked delightfully devious for a moment as she spoke. "You've done so much for us, Master. Helped all of us overcome a variety of issues." She paused and looked at the girl tied up on the bed. Sasha was blindfolded but not gagged. Her mouth was closed until Carly traced her fingers lightly up and around her perfect tits. I watched the nipples harden visibly as Sasha writhed and let out a desperate moan. It occurred to me that she'd been like this all night. Listening to the activities everyone engaged in while she was stuck like this. Sasha continued, "We wanted to help you. I know this bitch," she paused and pinched Sasha's bare nipple lightly. The girl writhed and moaned on the bed, bucking her hips up lightly. "I know she hurt you. Helping you get past that hurt seemed like the only comparable gift to repay you with."
"So you thought that revenge fucking her would help me get past all that?" I asked. To say I was dubious would be an understatement.
"Oh no, Master. That was her idea," she said with a snicker. She traced her hand down and used two fingers to spread an obviously dripping cunt wide. A cunt I knew all too well though had rarely seen in this explicit a manner. "I went to talk to her. She didn't want to talk to me at first, of course. She recognized me from one of your Facebook posts. That told me she was still paying attention to you, though," Carly said with a wink.
Carly's middle finger dipped ever so lightly into Sasha's gaped hole and then slid the wetness out across her vulnerable clit. Sasha squirmed more but still kept mostly quiet. "But I persisted and we spent several hours talking. She has a lot to tell you but the gist of it is three things. She listened to two idiots she worked with about what guys should be like. She didn't cheat on you but she slept with both of them the day after you broke up. They were crap but they did help her realize how utterly repressed she was about sex. She's dated a bunch of men but she's been pining for you ever since. She knows you don't want her back. But she still hopes you'll take her back."
I could see silent tears rolling down the side of Sasha's face beneath the mask. All of the old feelings came tumbling back all at once. Both the good and the bad. I instinctively hated seeing her cry. But I also hated that I cared. It was like having my heart broken all over again. Louise and Kyrsten came up and flanked me as I still stood there watching and lost in my thoughts.
"The three of us have no specific wish for you and her, Master. Take her back or don't. Either is fine with us. But we thought... well... we KNOW that you deserved the chance to make the choice that she took away from you. And she's prepared to do literally anything... and yes... I've made sure she is FULLY aware of what 'anything' means in this context. She's prepared to do ANYthing if you'll take her back." Carly was now pumping her finger in and out of Sasha's cunt and I could see the pussy lips squeeze around my fiancee's middle finger as it plunged in and out. "She's also prepared for you to simply use her tonight and ban her from your life. She understands that's a very real possibility after what she did." Carly looked a little sad at that thought but quickly wiped it away. "So what will it be, Master? What would you like to do with your present?"
I looked over at Kyrsten and she gave me a little kiss, "It's your choice, Jay."
Then I turned over to Louise on my right, "Anything, everything or nothing. It's all fine with us... and her, Mr. S."
"Can you three give us a minute?" I asked. My voice was cracked and uncertain. The war within me was really raging now and I didn't trust myself to have this conversation in front of onlookers. Louise started to say something but Carly understood completely. She hopped up and grabbed Louise by the arm. Damn I loved her. Both... all three of them really. It was funny to see Carly so in charge but I loved that about her. She knew things were a game and she could turn it off when she needed to.
Once they'd gone and closed the bedroom door, I went over to Sasha and stood over her, just staring at her. She was every bit as beautiful as I remembered her being. In many ways, she'd been my ideal girl. Fit. Perfect tits. Tight body. Dirty blonde hair that ran halfway down her back. She struck that perfect balance of muscle and fat that really rang my bell. On top of that she was smart and fun and we shared so much terrific history. But then there was the other stuff. All that hurt and angst. All the repressed sexuality that manifested itself as anger. Hearing that she'd been taking relationship advice from a couple random guys at work just further reinforced how little she'd ever really opened up with me. It's easy when you're dating someone and sharing intimacies and histories to think that they're being completely open but people can always compartmentalize. She'd kept huge parts of herself hidden from me and it had led to a terrible, hurtful end to our relationship.
I reached out and touched the cuff at her wrist. She flinched but then relaxes as my fingers picked at the velcro. When I started to tug it loose, she whispered for the first time. Her voice was dry and ragged from lack of use, "Please not yet."
"Why?" I asked as I walked over to the bathroom and filled a glass with water.
"If you want to... to... fuck me," she said with a pause. She rarely used that word outside of the throws of passion, "I'd rather you do it like this... you know... like my note to you says," she tried to say it as a joke and her lips quirked into a tight smile before she rambled on, "But if you want to talk... I kind of want to still be like this."
"Uhmm... okay," I said in confusion. This was so out of character for her but I was willing to let things play out a little bit. I brought the water to her lips and she smiled before lifting her head to sip gratefully at the cool liquid.
"Thank you, lo..." she started to say 'lover' but checked herself, "Jay... or do you prefer, Master now?" She wasn't asking as a joke or mocking me. It was a sincere, if somewhat bizarre, question.
"Jay is fine," I said. "Why are you doing this, Sasha?"
"Carly explained it pretty well," she said.
"No she didn't. Carly barely explained anything," I had to restrain myself from shouting. Carly's story was the briefest of outlines. The barest bones to a story that I hadn't known was eating me up until I'd seen her in front of me like this.
"What do you want to know?"
