| Alyssa Milano, Misha Collins and Amanda Seyfried - Two on One
||[May. 27th, 2010|07:39 pm]
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[Backdated to August 15, 2009]
The day's been more than just a little hot and after spending most of it running here and there, Alyssa showers, slips into a little black skirt, a black and white camisole and black strappy sandals, slips into her car and heads for the Establishment bar. There are little clubs closer, but she's definitely in the mood to people watch so, after dropping off the keys to the valet, she makes her way to place her order for a very tall, very cold Hurricane. Hips already swaying to the music, she tips the bartender then, taking a long drink, moves down and pushes herself up onto one of the stools. "Do they really have to make these things this high?" she mutters as she shifts in the seat.
Misha is supposed to meet Amanda for a drink at the bar this evening--he's read in her journal lately that she's been curious about switching at least in dominant status though not in a pain way, much as he recently had with Eric, and he thinks he may have a word or two to say on the subject. When he sees Alyssa there, however, he chuckles and waves at her, coming over to sit down. "Come to have a drink and feast on some eye candy?" She's not his 24/7 yet, he reminds himself, and she has the weekdays to do as she likes.
As she sees Misha, Alyssa's mind begins to run through the mental list she'd made herself for the day; nowhere in the list is the 'meet Misha' reminder. She smiles as he moves up alongside her and sits down, her eyes taking him in. "They make really good Hurricanes here and yeah," she says with a soft grin, "they do have interesting sights sometimes." Her head tilts a bit as she sips at the straw. "Come in for a drink, yourself or did I forget we were supposed to meet?"
Misha leans over to take a taste of Alyssa's drink and yeah, it tastes pretty good. "I'm supposed to be meeting Amanda for a chat." He chuckles. "She's a femdom and a sadist, but she and I have had some fun together before. And lately she's been exploring new things, so we thought we'd talk about it a bit."
Most of her friends have always called a Hurricane a girly drink, so seeing Misha take a drink of it strikes her as funny for some reason. "Amanda? I think I've seen her around before - pretty blonde." It suddenly hits Alyssa what Misha means; they're still new with each other and it could be uneasy if he's to be with Amanda. "If you want me to, I can leave. I don't want to intrude."
"Nah--hell I don't even know if anything's happening tonight," Misha assures her, ordering a Hurricane for himself. Girly drink it may be, but it did taste good. Since he's all bisexual and stuff now, he supposes he's entitled to have a girly drink once in a while. "Let's just see what happens." He can always arrange things with Amanda for a later time. Besides, he'll get a chance to show off his part time slave. "I'd like her to meet you."
Amanda is late - her photo-shoot took longer than expected and after refreshing herself at home and changing into a shorter, black dress... she's a bit pressed with time. She frowns as she sees Misha busy talking to someone else at the bar, wondering if she should interrupt. She decides that since they have a date, it's fair game and smiles widely as she approaches him. "Misha! Sorry I'm late."
"Hey, Amanda! Come on over--I have someone I'd like you to meet," Misha greets her, standing up until she takes a seat then leaning over to give her a hug. "How have you been?"
Amanda returns the hug and gives Misha a quick peck on the cheek. "Great. Busy with promoting my latest film, which is why I'm late. How've you been?" She recognizes Alyssa and dimly remembers that she said something about a contract with Misha on the boards. "And I suppose that someone is your girl?"
"Been good--enjoying some time off before I go back into the shooting schedule for the fall," Misha tells Amanda, smiling as he sits down again. "And yes, this would be my slave, Alyssa. Alyssa, this is Amanda." He takes a sip of his drink. "Can I get you something?"
There's a certain strangeness - a little humiliation and a lot of pride - that comes from the words from both the people sitting near her. She's not been described as belonging to someone before, but she likes the feeling it stirs in her belly. "It's nice to meet you Amanda," she says with a soft smile then, hesitantly, extends her hand, glancing to Misha to make certain she's done okay.
"Some orange juice would be nice," Amanda replies to Misha before she turns to Alyssa and takes her hand. "It's certainly nice to meet you. Misha's a good guy, so you can count yourself lucky."
"Thank you," she says with smile then glances toward Misha. "He's been wonderful so far, so yes, very lucky."
Misha smiles with pleasure. "You two are going to make my head swell." He orders orange juice for Amanda and takes a sip of his drink before setting it aside for the moment. "So what things have you been up to lately, Amanda? And don't leave out the naughty stuff, please." He grins.
"Mmh, I played with another dom - Shane West. Who offered to give me some experience in submitting. Later. And I got a couple of playdates at the club, but nothing really clicked." Amanda returns the grin. "And that's all the naughty detail you'll get."
"Shane--yeah. I briefly worked with him." Misha grins, blushing a little. "Also had some, err, fun with his boy Jon. Shane's a good guy." He nods about the rest of her answer, and feels it's only fair to divulge a few of his escapades. "Well other than meeting Alyssa here--and going into some really naughty stuff that included a cage and these high heel shoes she can be locked into . . ." He winks at her. " . . . I've also been developing that other side of me, dating a guy, playing with a few men here and there as well. I'm sorry to hear things didn't click. I'm sure you'll find someone here. Sometimes you just have to get around all our busy schedules." And he thinks it's interesting that she's exploring submitting. "You're still not a masochist, right?" He has to check.
"Oh, no. That's something I'll never be, no matter how much I like to experiment." Amanda wrinkles her nose. "Those sessions with my trainer with me on the receiving end of whatever I'm learning are more than enough." She gives Misha a grin. "Dating and playing with guys? Now that sounds like fun."
The blush to Alyssa's cheeks is immediate as she hears Misha explain to Amanda what some of his and her escapades have been and she shifts then, that same embarrassment pulling at her in ways that she really, truly sometimes wishes it wouldn't. The idea of those shoes and the cage waiting at home has her grip tightening on the glass until she has to force it from her hands for fear of breaking it.
And now it's Misha's turn to blush, a little. "Yeah. Actually, it is." If he talks more about it he'll only blush more, so he moves on. "I saw your journal entry about wanting to submit to someone without the pain. That's an interesting idea."
"I have no idea how I'll react to it, to be honest." Amanda admits. "But I'm hoping to try it with a couple of people. See what kind of things throw me off and what turns me on." Now it's her turn to blush a little. "I was thinking of maybe asking you to be the second one. Not tonight! Obviously. I know it's a hard thing to do and quite a bit to ask and I don't need an answer now."
Alyssa begins to fidget in her seat. Her and Misha aren't even full-time yet and she seems to be interfering with his plans but she can't help the little grin that comes as Misha blushes; he looks adorable with the color in his cheeks. "I don't want to interfere if you have plans Sir," she says softly then looks to Amanda, color heating her own cheeks. "Submitting to him is easy," she murmurs as the grin on her face widens then fades as she realizes the slip of calling him 'sir' in public.
"Oh, I bet it is. I've just never done it." Amanda gives Alyssa a smile. "And no, you're not interfering at all. We had no concrete plans, just meeting for a chat and see what happens. But I'm not ready to try that tonight, with anyone, so it's fine."
A shame, but Misha totally understands. "So let me ask you--what kinds of things have you been considering? Bondage? Verbal domination? Service? There's a lot of aspects to dominance and submission play outside the whole sado-masochism thing." And he's very curious to hear Amanda's thoughts on this, particularly since he knows she quite the sadist.
Amanda thinks about Misha's questions for a moment before she replies. "I was thinking to start with some light bondage. Maybe service when I get into it, but that would require taking me deeper. No verbal domination." She grins at Misha. "I would just be mouthy and talk back."
Oh, the thought of Amanda tied to a chair with a ball gag in her mouth sends hot shivers down Misha's spine. "I could see that being enjoyable. Very enjoyable." He laughs. "I played with Jess, if you know her. She's full of back talk. It can be a lot of fun." Of course in that case, the right amount of pain did wonders. Pleasure could work as well, though. He winks at Alyssa. "I seem to recall you mouth off now and again too."
Between all the talk of cuffs and bondage and service and pain, Alyssa's mind is only catching half of the conversation, the rest of it is aptly trying to keep her already wet body from climaxing right there in front of everyone. The wink from Misha shakes her from her thoughts and she grins. "Yeah, a bit lippy at times, and pleasure definitely works well," she says a bit shakily as she shifts. "Amanda, how long have you known Mish...uhm, my Sir?"
"Not that long, actually. We met here in the club, not too long ago. Had some fun." Amanda winks at Misha. "A lot of fun." She shakes her head at Misha. "And no, I can't say I know Jessica. She seems fun, though, from what I can tell on the forums."
"She's lots of fun," Misha agrees, and he's not oblivious to Alyssa's state. He never is. "But yes, light bondage is easily doable. Anything else?" Maybe he's negotiating a scene. Or maybe just helping her to realize what she wants. Either way, he'll have some nice imagery to think about later.
"Orgasm denial. I think it would be fun to play with that." Given how easy Amanda can get off in a scene, and how often she usually does get off, orgasm denial sounds definitely alluring. Just the thought of it, being teased until she's close to the edge, then every touch withdrawn, being kept there for hours... she squirms, can feel her own wetness between her legs.
Misha smirks over at Alyssa. "Oh gee. I know nothing about that, do I, girl." Considering the almost day long scene where he denied Alyssa the privilege of even touching herself.
Alyssa blinks then blushes brilliant red as she ducks her head. "Only a little Sir," she says with a sly grin, the day in the cage still very clear in her mind. "Sir has ingenious ways." Grinning, Alyssa glances to Amanda. "It's hard to come if you can't touch yourself."
"Oh, I know it is." Amanda replies. "Not so much from personal experience, but from looking at the faces of the boys and girls I played with that way." She winks at both Misha and Alyssa. "Anyway, yes... I think that's enough for the start, to figure out whether I like it."
"Sounds like a good start," Misha says, nodding, and he can't help but imagine what Amanda's face might look like, hanging on the edge of climax and not allowed to go over . . . "Now, are you just telling me to get ideas? Or something else? Have you thought about who you would trust to try these things with?" He knows for his own side that if he were ever to submit (not likely), trust would probably be a key issue.
"I was thinking about Shane - once we spent more time together - and you. Not that I really asked you yet." Amanda laughs. "So I guess I'm also telling you to get ideas."
Alyssa sits there, swinging her feet while perched on the too-tall stool then, taking a drink, motions to the bartender and leaning in, whispers. "Rum punch please, this 's sorta watered down now." Her eyes widen slightly, the corners of her lips quirking up as Amanda mentions getting ideas from Misha since the man seems to be loaded with them.
Misha nods; so she's still feeling the waters out, it looks like. "Well as far as ideas of who to play with, I'm not sure how much help I'll be--I'm still trying to meet people. Shane's a good guy, but I have no idea how he is, play-wise. And I haven't seen a lot of bondage in the bar--I think people mostly do that stuff upstairs." He doesn't want to push too hard, but he definitely likes the idea of getting to play with Amanda from the top side. "I would respect your wishes if you wanted to try it with me. I may be sadistic, but I can control that aspect--as you saw earlier." He grins.
"I trust that you can control your sadistic side... or I wouldn't even think about playing with you that way," Amanda replies, matching Misha's grin with her own.
Of course that only makes the grin even wider. "I was so hoping you'd say that. So, some light bondage, domination, teasing, orgasm control. And have you decided on your safeword?" Now it's gone from discussion about a topic to a full on negotiation. He glances at Alyssa to see how she's taking all this, if there are any issues he'll have to deal with on her end.
This totally isn't where Amanda thought the conversation would go - but she doesn't mind the pleasant surprise. At all. "Greece," she replies spontaneously. She hadn't thought about a safeword until now - never had to. With Josh it's all very matter of fact, and they had agreed on the traffic light system should she ever need him to stop. "And yes... exactly those things."
Grinning up to the bartender as the man brings her drink, Alyssa gives a soft 'thank you' as he returns the smile then takes a drink of the dark liquid. The moment she does, her eyes widen; the man must have put the entire bottle of rum in the drink. She's not exactly sure if she should jump in, or if she should excuse herself, as the chat turns to what sounds like plans, but sensing Misha's eyes on her, Alyssa glances at him with a light, hesitant smile as she takes a drink, shivering.
"Okay," Misha says, nodding. He rubs Alyssa's knee, to further include her in things--even if this is a negotiation, she's his slave. She's always a part of his life, and she shouldn't feel like an extra wheel. "We'll have to figure a date then." He licks his lips, considering. "Maybe then some other time, if you'd like, you and I could think of something to do to someone else, co-topping or something. Would you ever want to play with my slave here?" He can throw it out anyways, see what the girls think.
At the touch to her knee, Alyssa's smile widens and she leans in to press a light kiss to Misha's cheek. "Sir, if you want to be alone, I don't..." She stops and stares at him, dark eyes widening as she glances from Misha to Amanda and back again. "The two of you going at me?" There's a definite air of shock to her tone but a look of wild curiosity. "I've never knelt to two at the same time, but I like the idea." Her eyes go to Amanda and she smiles. "I can take quite a bit. Can't I, Sir," she says, smiling at Misha.
"Oh, I'd love to co-top your girl." Amanda winks at both Misha and Alyssa. "I haven't played with a girl in too long! Somehow I tend to end up with dominant guys." This gets Misha another wink. "So yes, that's a definite yes."
"Oh great--yes, you'll definitely have fun with her then," Misha says with a laugh, pinching Alyssa's thigh. "And we can arrange a time when you'd like to try out the submission thing, whenever you're ready. I'd love to help you explore that." Oh, would he ever.
The idea of being under the control of two dominants has Alyssa nearly buzzing. She spent so long pleasing one dom that barely did anything and now there will be two. The pinch brings a low, soft moan and Alyssa spreads her legs slightly, silently offering herself to Misha's fingers if he so desires.
"Unless nervousness disqualifies me from being ready... as soon as we can find a date where we both have time for it, I'm ready to give it a try." Amanda has no idea if she'll be able to get through it without safewording, but she just has to try it, maybe more than once.
"We'll wait until you're ready on the submission thing then. Just give me a call," Misha says, because the timing doesn't feel right to him on that, not with Alyssa here cooling her heels, and the idea still new and terrifying in Amanda's brain. "On the other hand . . . we could still have some fun. The three of us, I mean." He chuckles.
Alyssa takes a drink then smiles as she hears Misha's words, wondering what the time ahead of her will hold. Turning slightly, Alyssa grins sheepishly at Misha, dark eyes lowering for a moment. "I'll be under both you and Amanda, Sir? At the same time?" Alyssa admits that she's wondered just what the woman would be like as a domme and the idea Misha and Amanda together brings a shiver.
"I think that's the idea, yes." Amanda answers Alyssa's question, grinning wide. "I've never done a threesome, but I think it will be a lot of fun. And I can finally see you when you're topping," she adds, nudging Misha slightly.
"Good point!" Yet another reason why it's a good idea. He grins at Alyssa, dark mind already considering the possibilities. "Hmm. Now what to do to her . . ." So many possibilities. He remembers Amanda talking about CBT. "Anything you'd like to try, Amanda?"
"Mmh, well, you know I love genital play." Amanda replies, purring at the idea. "If Alyssa is up for that?" She turns to look at Alyssa, making it clear that directed the question at her as well as at Misha.
"Genital play?" she asks, a slow grin taking its place on her face as she eyes Amanda. "I'd love to see what ideas you could come up with. What ways you like to play with your sub." Alyssa shifts in her spot, wondering what it will be like under the two acting as one.
Misha laughs. "Well I always love me some pussy play. Now cock and ball torture . . .ehh . . . not really thrilled about that idea yet. Hits too close to home I think. But yes. I definitely think we could come up with some ideas for genital play." He's practically rubbing his hands together in his eagerness. "Alyssa, book us a room, then? And I don't remember a lot of limits for you, but if you want any for this scene, speak up now."
Flushing at the words from Misha, Alyssa grins then slides from the bar stool, takes one last sip of her drink then looks up to Misha, shaking her head. "No sir, not really anything other than I'd definitely like to keep attached what's attached." She leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek then turns to go book the room, pausing in her steps. "Is there anything specific for the room, sir?"
Misha glances over at Amanda. "Is there anything specific we need for the room?" Not that he can think of first hand, but she may have her own ideas.
"Not for the first time, no," Amanda shakes her head. "A normal room will be just fine to see how she reactus to things." She smirks. "The standard toys they're stocked with will be more than sufficient."
That get a nod, and Misha smiles at Alyssa. "You know what to do, then." He brings out his wallet to pay for the drinks. Once Alyssa is out of earshot, he leans in to talk to Amanda. "So, ideas on what we're going to do? Or are we just making it up as we go along?"
"You know I love clamps on sensitive body parts," Amanda replies. "Clamps, ginger... but mostly making up as we go." She laughs. "Anytime I ever planned a scene, I ended up going into a completely different direction."
"Ooh, ginger. We'll have to ask if they have any of that. I also hear those Listerine tabs work well," Misha says, smiling at the idea of clamps. "Okay--and I need to know your limits as a top as well. I like knives and blood. What are your feelings about those kinds of things?"
"I've never done either, but it's on my list of things to learn from Josh. So I wouldn't actively participate with the knives, but I'm fine. My limits are... the usual. You know, no animals, children, death... nothing that we should have to worry about tonight."
"That works," Misha says with a nod. He doesn't plan on any serious blood tonight--something like that takes preparation. Also, he doesn't know Amanda well enough to take his girl into something like that the first time playing with another dom. They can stick to other things for tonight. "Well, shall we see if Alyssa has the room booked for us yet, then?" He can't think of anything else they need to discuss. If something comes up, he'll speak up.
Key card in her hand, Alyssa thanks the gentleman at the desk then makes her way back toward Misha and Amanda. She knows and trusts Misha and trusts that he'll take care of her under the hand of someone else, that doesn't stop the nerves, however. "Sir," she says, handing Misha the card, "the room's booked and waiting."
Amanda gets up as she sees Alyssa walking back towards them. "Perfect," she replies. "Then lets go, should we?" She turns around to wait for Misha, thinking that he should lead the way.
Misha takes the keycard from Alyssa, acknowledging her with a smile, and leads the two of them to the elevators, punching the button then turning around to drink in the sight of the two of them. God, he's a lucky man, that's all he can say. "Alyssa, as soon as we get in the room, I want you to strip naked and kneel for Amanda. Let her see what a good girl you are." He chuckles. "And if you misbehave for me tonight, you won't be coming for a week." He knows that's probably one of her worst torments.
And the night truly begins. Alyssa's eyes lower and she nods to Misha's orders. "Yes Sir, kneel naked for Miss Amanda." Miss Amanda? She's never knelt to a woman and the words on how to refer to Amanda fluster her. "I'll be good, Sir. Honest I will, but..." she pauses then glances at Amanda. "What do I refer to Amanda as?"
Misha glances to Amanda, because really, that's her call.
"Ma'am will be just fine, Alyssa," Amanda replies. It doesn't take long for the elevator to reach the floor they need and Amanda stands back, waiting for Misha to lead the way to the room they booked.
Misha finds the room and sweeps the room key through, opening the door for the two ladies. God, he's a lucky guy. "I think we should start by Alyssa undressing and kneeling for us while we set things up," he announces, giving Alyssa a meaningful look. "Make it look nice, slave." As for himself, he starts opening up cabinets and drawers, looking for fun things to torture Alyssa with.
The moment they enter the room, Alyssa nods to Misha's words then moves to the center of the room. "Of course, Sir," she replies, voice soft. There isn't much clothing to remove, but with a sway of hips and slow moving hands that skim but never truly touch, the petite, dark haired slave slowly sinks to her knees, naked. Hands behind her back, chin up and knees spread wide, Alyssa displays herself for both to look over, wanting to please her owner.
"You do have a pretty girl there," Amanda says to Misha, as she makes a bit of a show out of circling Alyssa a few times, taking a good, close look. She leaves the choice of toys mostly to Misha for now - he knows her best - but she does take a pair of clamps and a crop out of one of the drawers.
Misha nods at the crop--that's a good choice of toys. But just one pair of clamps? Oh no, no--he finds a bag of clothespins, fully intending to use all of them. Alyssa can take it. He looks for some string as well, so that he can make some zippers out of them, and a little rubber flogger for genital play. And a nice large vibrator, one that can be strapped into place. Hmm. And the piece de resistance, a 'misery stick'--a little very flexible stick with a plastic bead on the end. He's not sure what's it's made of--but the fact he can bend it nearly in half means there's that much force he can deliver with a minimum of effort. And the little bead will concentrate pain in a tiny area, leaving little purple bruises wherever he uses it. Thus the name.
There are times in one's life where you seriously wonder about the decisions you make and as Alyssa kneels there, in front of what she's coming to realize are two people of the same mind, she knows this is one of those moments. She doesn't break her pose but dark, wide eyes staying on Amanda as the woman circles her, only darting to the side as she tries to catch sight of the toys being chosen. Alyssa knows how Misha plays but Amanda is a wild card - the two of them together nearly frightening. "Sir, may your slave speak freely?" she asks, eyes lowered.
Misha glances over at Alyssa as he sets out the toys, wondering if she's having second thoughts. "Yes, speak up, slave."
"I'm sorry Sir, was just simply wondering if I'm allowed to make noises or speak or does Sir wish me to remain quiet." Quiet is not one of Alyssa's strong suits and she can only hope that if Misha and Amanda want silence that they'll at least gag her.
Misha snorts; for him, that's a no brainer. "Lots of noise. If Amanda has trouble with your whining and pleading, though, be aware that I'll gag you." He nods to Amanda. "She likes to make you think she's hating things and begs to stop. Don't fall for it."
Amanda laughs at that. "Oh, that won't stop me." She knows that Misha knows Alyssa well enough to not let either of them go too far. "And I agree, lots of noise. I love hearing the noises of the boys and girls I play with."
Alyssa lets out a soft whimper at the words and has no doubt in her mind that Misha and Amanda plan on drawing out as many sounds and screams as possible from her. And there are definitely times she'd love Misha to stop the pain when she asks but she also knows she'd just beg him to begin again. "Thank you Sir, Ma'am."
Misha smiles, nodding. "Right. Let's get her tied up, first--I don't want her to be able to struggle and try and close her legs on us." He knows Alyssa can be bratty enough to do that sometimes--plus with the type of play they're doing today, it's almost a primal reaction, and one difficult to control. He makes a motion for her to lie down on the bed, swatting her with his hand when she doesn't move quick enough to get into place. Then he gets some simple ropes, and starts to tie her ankles to the bed posts, legs spread wide where she won't be able to close them.
The fact she's being tied gives her pause and Alyssa yelps at the swat to her ass. "But Sir, I promise I'll keep my legs open, you don't need to tie me open. Please, Sir." She can feel her heart race in her chest as the ropes become tighter and she tries to pull her legs in, finding the ropes hold her tight, her pussy and clit open to whatever Misha and Amanda have planned. "Please Sir...Ma'am?" Anyone?
"Please what?" Amanda taunts Alyssa. She trails Alyssa's body with one of her fingers, letting her feel her nail, but avoiding any sensitive places. Starting at her right foot, going up her calf and further up on the outer side of her thigh.
Misha pulls Alyssa's hands up over her head, tying her wrists together first, then running a rope to an eyebolt at the head of the bed to tie them down there as well, leaving her completely helpless. He reaches over to pinch one of her nipples, twisting it a little as he watches Amanda tease his girl.
"I'll hold still Ma'am," she murmurs, eyes on Amanda. Squirming under Amanda's teasing, Alyssa tugs at the ankle restraints as her flesh prickles under the touch. She watches in silence as Misha wraps her wrists, groaning as he stretches her out taught on the bed. "I don't get any play in the ropes, Sir?" Alyssa tries to tug against the ropes, feeling the pull in her body, her pussy already wet with need.
"Now why would we want to give you any play in the ropes?" Amanda asks with a smirk. As she reaches Alyssa's chin with her finger she slides it into her partly open mouth, waiting for her to start sucking it.
Alyssa knows better than to try to answer that question; she's very aware of a rhetorical phrase when she hears it. Wide eyes gaze upward as the slim finger slides between her lips and, immediately, Alyssa begins to suck. The feeling is so much different than Misha's - the flesh soft against her tongue - and she purrs her thanks up to Amanda.
"Oh I think she likes that," Misha says, watching in fascination as Alyssa sucks on Amanda's delicate fingers. This could definitely be an interesting thing to watch, the two of them. For his part, he takes out some of the clothespins and reaches over to play with a nipple, making it nice and hard.
"Nnnghhh!" Her petite frame pushes up toward the taunting at her nipple, arm and leg muscles pulling taught against her binds. Though Alyssa knows what's coming, her entire body shivering with anticipation, she never releases Amanda's finger, continuing to suck feverishly at the slim digit.
"Mmmmh, looks like she does." Amanda grins as she sees what Misha's getting up to with Alyssa's nipple. Deciding that she will help him with the decoration - but in an entirely different place of her body - Amanda trails her finger down Alyssa's body again until she's scraping over Alyssa's clit with her nail, teasing it.
Hands flex tight before splaying wide as Amanda's fingernail finds Alyssa's already oversensitive flesh, but it's not until that wicked nail finds her clit does Alyssa relinquish her hold on the finger. Shaking her head, Alyssa looks up, eyes widening as she sees the devious look on Amanda's face. "Please, no Ma'am, please not there."
Amanda has no intention to use the clamp on Alyssa's clit - for now. It's a bit too early in the scene for pain like this. But Alyssa doesn't need to need to know that. She catches Alyssa's gaze, raising an eyebrow. "Where I place the clamps is my decision, isn't it?" Holding the clamp in one hand, she keeps rubbing Alyssa's clit with her other, watching the girl's reactions.
"Absolutely, that's your call," Misha says with a chuckle. He puts the first clothespin not on the nipple, but along the sensitive underflesh of the breast, and then puts another one and another one--five in a row, which he then ties together with a bit of string. Perfect place for a zipper.
"Yes Ma'am, it is. Forgive me." If her binds would just give the slightest, Alyssa might be able to close her legs against the teasing at her clit, but, suddenly, there's a new sensation of pain and her petite body tries to twist away. "Ungh! Sir, please! It...it hurts! Take 'em off, please!" The soft flesh pinched tight, Alyssa stares up into the eyes of the people who have her completely at their mercy.
Amanda chuckles to herself at Alyssa's protest. One hand still on Alyssa's clit, she attaches the first clamp to the right outer lip of her pussy, already reaching out for another clamp.
Misha laughs, as he begins affixing clamps to Alyssa's other breast, still leaving her nipples alone. He has something special planned for them. This time he doesn't make a zipper, but leaves them as individual clamps along the underside of the breast. "Of course it hurts. That's the whole point." He thwacks one clothespin with his thumb on purpose, sending it vibrating.
"Unahhh! Please! Need to close my legs!" Alyssa pleads with Amanda as the woman smiles down at her, the pain of the clamp setting in hard. Breath quickening, she tries to arch, push her hips down into the bed, but her ties are unforgiving and won't allow even the slightest movement of her limbs. Alyssa doesn't try to hide the tears as Misha attaches the next set of clips, her cry sounding through the room as the clip rocks hard against the soft flesh. "Nnnahhgod..." The sound, half groan of pleasure, half moan of pain, sounds raspy behind clenched teeth.
"But how are we supposed to get access to you if we allow you to close your legs?" Amanda asks. She attaches a second clamp to Alyssa's outer lip, a third and fourth one goes to each of her thighs, catching the sensitive skin on the insides.
"Couldn't Ma'am, you couldn't! Please, wanna come, please?" With each clamp between her legs, Alyssa's panting grows heavier and her petite frame fights against the ties that have her bound. "Sir, please," she pleads, eyes turning to Misha, "please Sir, please may I come? My clit, please, just..."
Misha laughs at her, finding the clover clamps. She'll really love those. "No, slave. No you may not. You'll have to wait until we're good and ready for you to come." Of course he knows how easily she orgasms, and this may mean she inadvertently disobeys. Just more opportunity for him to punish her, he figures. He puts on the first clover clamp onto one of her nipples. "Be good or I'll tighten these," he warns.
"Close already, Sir, please! Soo, oh so close." Her words, barely whined out through the whimpers of pleasure and pain halt as she catches sight of what's in Misha's hand. Head shaking at the image in front of her, Alyssa stares at the evil looking clamps. "Sir, where...ungh! No! Fuck, oh god! Oh...oh...sorry! I'maah!" There's not a way in hell for her to stave off the climax and her entire body quakes with the force as the clamp pinches her nipple, the pain traveling straight to her clit. At this rate, she'll be an exhausted mess before their time is over here.
"I think," Amanda says, quite amused by the reaction, "that your slave just disobeyed your direct order, Misha." She slips two fingers into Alyssa's pussy, still feeling the slight contractions. "Yes, she definitely disobeyed."
"Yes she did," Misha says with a laugh, first pulling on each of the clover clamps to further tighten them, and then reaching over for the rubber flogger and then striking her belly hard with it, knowing the thin rubber strands will pack a powerful sting. He strikes her four times with it. "Such a slut, unable to hold her orgasms," he chides her, winking at Amanda.
Shaking her head up to Amanda and Misha even as her pussy clamps down around the fingers inside her, Alyssa's eyes widen. A hard gasp stealing her breath as the clamps tighten down on her nipples, she begins to plead. "Didn't mean to, honest! Please, it won't happenaaaah!" Her cries fill the room around them as her lithe frame jerks against the binds, muscles tensing as she tries to curl in and away from the pain to her stomach. "AHHGOD! It hurts!"
Amanda can't help but snicker at Alyssa's attempts to hide from the pain. Slipping her fingers out of Alyssa's pussy again, she holds them against the girl's lips, expecting her to lick them clean without any further command.
"Of course it hurts," Misha says after the fourth stroke, watching Amanda's hand with interest to see what Alyssa will do with it. The welts are already starting to show on Alyssa's belly, a lovely reminder of this hot scene that he's sure she'll be feeling for a while.
Amanda's fingers tease and torment to mix pleasure and it's all Alyssa can do to not come again. "Please stop..." The pain and sting seems to not only linger but grow even after Misha puts the flogger down, but even as tears fill dark eyes to trickle down her temples, Alyssa parts her lips and sucks in Amanda's fingers with a hiccuped sob.
"Please stop isn't a safeword, is it?" Amanda teases. "And you're doing so good, licking my finger clean like that." She pulls it out of Alyssa's mouth again and picks up another clamp, this one not as tight and with softer rubber at the ends. "Now that you've come... you know where this is going, right?"
Staring up to the clamp in Amanda's fingers, Alyssa's eyes fly open wide at the woman's words and she immediately looks to Misha as if the man will save her or have mercy on her. "Oh god, please no. Please, I'll be good, Ma'am! Oh fuck, please no, please? It's too tender!" Struggling against the binds holding her legs open, Alyssa fights in vain to pull her thighs together.
"That's the point, girl," Misha comments blithely, reaching over for a vibrator--not to use on Alyssa's cunt, however. He turns it on and instead touches it just lightly to one of the nipple clamps, setting it vibrating as well. "I think I change my mind. I don't care if you come. Except of course I might flog you every time you do it." That's just being purely evil of course. But he does want to see her come until she's exhausted, and there doesn't seem to be much point of having her try to restrict that.
Mind still wrapped around Misha's words, Alyssa knows very well that there's no way she'll last without coming and no way her body or mind will hold out beyond a few climaxes without shattering into a million pieces. "Sir, please, I don't wanna come, pleaaaahgod!" Her entire body shudders as the nipple clamps vibrate and, though she knows no help will come, she gazes up to Amanda.
"It won't hurt... much," Amanda promises. She runs a hand over Alyssa's thighs and pussy, slightly jiggling the clamps that are already attached on purpose. Teasing her, she pinches her clit just before she attaches the clamp to the red, engorged flesh of Alyssa's clit.
"Pleeease! Please nooo, don't!" The pinch to her clit robs her lungs of every ounce of air they hold and doe shaped eyes widen in horror as she tries to kick out. "Eeeeeaaaahh!" Body jerking at the pain, Alyssa's screams fill the room as her tears stream down her temples.
Misha just waits until the spasms pass, then takes the misery stick and bends it back, letting it thwap the inside of Alyssa's arm. The little thing looks so innocent, but it's meaner than any cane. In fact, it leaves an instant welt there, and he knows there will be more screams on the way.
The hard thump of something to the underside of her arm takes her by complete shock and between every other sensation of pain, it takes a moment for her mind to register this new and intense pain and her only desire is to escape the next hit. "Unh! Ahhhgod! Stop! No more, Sir! Please..." She can feel the welt rise up, and the itch that follows joins the tears that fall as she comes once more.
Amanda watches, fascinated, as Misha uses the misery stick. She's never seen one before, but the effect is quite interesting. Such a little thing being so evil. "May I try it out?" she asks Misha. "We should have her thighs match her arms, don't you think?"
"Absolutely," Misha says with a grin, handing over the little toy for Amanda to try out. "Just bend it back and let it strike her--it's like a cane on steroids. You just have to remember--the smaller the surface area, the harder the force in that tiny area. That's why it hurts so damned much." And yes, he's tried it on himself to see what it feels like. Hurts like a bitch.
Alyssa knows there's absolutely no way she's escaping the pain that's coming as she watches Misha pass over the horrible, evil little device to Amanda but though her logical mind knows what's coming, the instinctual side of her still tries to escape. "Please Ma'am, please no. I'll do anything, just...just not...not hard. Please!" Alyssa's muscles ache, her thighs and pussy are drenched and she knows the time here's only begun.
Amanda takes the misery stick from Misha and does a few practice swings in the air. Bending it back, letting it snap forward again, until it feels comfortable in her hand. "I'll try and be gentle," Amanda promises. "As gentle as one can be with this little devilish toy." The next swing isn't practice anymore as the bead connects with the flesh of Alyssa's inner thighs.
She swears Amanda's swinging that horrible little thing just to torment her, make her wonder when the strike will come that will contact flesh. "Please, please...yes, Ma'am, gentle." The look on Amanda's face, however, says a different thing entirely and, closing her eyes, Alyssa braces as best she can. "Unnnaaahgod! Stop! Please!" Alyssa's leg does its best to kick out against the pain as the muscle tries to cramp from the hit, her body spasms as the movement jerks at the clamp on her clit and huge tears begin a new trek down to wet dark hair.
"Oh let me see the mark on that one," Misha says eagerly, leaning over Amanda's shoulder to take a look, sounding as gleeful as a kid in a toystore. The sadist in him is positively gleeful over the dark little bruise that immediately appears on Alyssa's skin. And that's what he needs; he's hard as a rock, and throbbing. "Oh we need more of those. Definitely." For himself he finds a vibrator, and turns it on, letting it lightly brush the clamps on Alyssa's side, setting them vibrating, and then the ones on her nipples, intent on overwhelming her.
"We definitely need more of those," Amanda agrees. She repeats the action on Alyssa's other thigh, then again and again until each thigh has three identical marks on it in an almost perfect line. Each mark closer to her pussy than the last.
Alyssa's petite frame fights the bindings as her head drops back, the vibrations against the clamps sending her over the edge again. Only vaguely aware of the wetness of her pussy, her mind screams as she sees Amanda lift the end of the device. "Unnaaaa! No! Please Sir...Ma'am! Please! I'll be gooaaahgod!" Sobs mix with cries of anguish as her senses become overloaded. Each spasm of her body against the hits moves the clamp on her clit and her cries turn to mumbled pleas for mercy.
Misha's breathing is getting erratic, and it's becoming harder to concentrate, watching Alyssa's reactions to everything. "Damn," he murmurs, because just watching the two of them is slowly unraveling his control. The sad thing is, he doesn't know who he wants more at the moment, Alyssa or Amanda. Definitely Alyssa, he decides. She's really the one making him hot and bothered by the screams of pain. "Nice, huh?" He wishes he could be more help. But he's about at the point where he just wants to fuck.
Amanda grins at Misha. She can tell how turned on he is by this - and if the wetness between her own legs is any indication, so is she. "Very nice... but I guess you'd like me to move out the way a little?" she winks.
Wide doe-like eyes go from Misha to Amanda as huge tears stream down her temples and Alyssa knows by the look on Misha's face that it's not over, not yet. Every part of her hurts, her muscles scream for mercy as the ties continue to hold her out and she's not sure her clit will ever be the same again. "Please, please take the clamps off now, please Sir? Please Ma'am, I'll be good, won't come again, I won't. Jus...just take 'em off please. It hurts, my clit hurts so bad, please!" The last word comes on a sob as Alyssa realizes the pain now is nothing to when the clamps are removed.
"I think maybe you can keep Alyssa's mouth there busy--she is pretty noisy, after all," Misha says, imagining the sight of Amanda sitting on Alyssa's face--nngh. Very nice thought. "And of course you can help me pull off those clamps at nice little opportune moments." For himself, he pulls off his shirt and slips off his shoes, undressing as he heads over to grab himself a condom, mostly because they're playing with a third here--Amanda.
Even though Amanda could just climb on the table the way she's dressed, she decides to give Misha something additional to look at. Watching him undress, she gets out of her dress and bra as well before she climbs on the table, facing Misha, her pussy hovering just over Alyssa's face - waiting for Misha to start.
Barely aware of the goings-on around her - of Misha preparing to fuck her, Amanda undressing - Alyssa's lost in the sensations of her own pain. She's unsure her clit will ever be the same, her nipples no longer have the shrill pain but are a dull, throbbing ache she knows will intensify a thousand times when the clamps come off. "Please, please, please be careful," she murmurs, breath hot against Amanda's pussy "hurts so bad. So bad."
"Yank the zipper off, since she's trying to give orders," Misha says blithely, just before he unties Alyssa's ankles to prop them on his shoulders, being careful of the clamp on her clit as he starts to sink his dick into her.
Amanda is quite... amused that Misha is really going to fuck Alyssa with the clamp still on her clit. Even she wouldn't be that mean. But then... this is Misha their talking about. "Gladly," she replies and pulls off the zipper, muffling Alyssa's cries by lowering her pussy down onto her mouth.
Her scream reverberates off the walls and Alyssa swears the flesh of her breast was just ripped from her body. Her lithe body spasms with the pain of it, tears fall down her temples as her scream continues. The sounds and sights are hidden as Amanda's pussy settles against Alyssa's open mouth and, for a brief moment, leaves gasping for air.
To be honest, Misha is careful not to brush the clamp too hard as he slowly begins to fuck Alyssa, because there is mean and then there is just plain psychotic. But he grins as she screams, feeling his cock give a hard twitch at the sound of her pain. "That's it," he murmurs, still fucking her slowly as he reaches over for the clothespins along her hip, pulling them off one by one.
Jerking as Misha pushes in, Alyssa sends out a scream into Amanda's pussy as the clamp on her clit presses in, the wetness from the woman coats her lips, tongue, and blocks out the sounds of pain to some extent. Moisture from her tears coat her temples and hair as she pulls against the rails of the bed that hold her. Every push of Misha's cock brings a keening sound of pain, the clamps being removed bring yelps, but Alyssa tries to lap at Amanda's wetness as best she can.
Alyssa's screams are joined by Amanda's moans as she licks her even through the screams. She bears further down, pressing her clit against Alyssa's tongue. She's close already and she tweaks one of Alyssa's nipple, hoping for another cry.
Amanda gets what she's hoping for. Alyssa screams out, the sound broken by Amanda's movements that rob Alyssa of her air periodically. She can feel Amanda's body quiver against her tongue as she licks. Nipples on fire, clit throbbing painfully with every one of Misha's movements, she wonders how the tender flesh will ever recover. "Nnnff! Unnnnff!"
It seems that Amanda is close, so Misha just holds steady for the moment, slowly fucking Alyssa and enjoying the way that Amanda is clearly getting off his girl's pain. He does reach over, however, to pull off the other nipple clamp. The last clamp on Alyssa's clit will wait until Amanda is done--no sense in risking having Alyssa either bite her or pass out.
That last scream vibrating against her clit is all Amanda needs and she comes with a cry of her own, her hips pushing forward, rubbing herself against Alyssa's tongue, against her mouth.
When the nipple clamps leaves and Amanda's wetness coats Alyssa's tongue and lips, she laps greedily, wanting anything to help take her mind from the horrible, searing pain at her pussy and the dull throb of her flesh across her nipples and stomach. Her thighs ache where the muscles, pulled tight, were popped with the stick from before, and Alyssa knows there's still one horrid clamp left.
"Might want to lift up for a second, Amanda--in case she bites," Misha warns Amanda once he's certain that she's past her climax. And then without further ado, he gently removes the clamp from Alyssa's clit--and starts fucking her. Hard.
As Amanda rises, there's barely time for a half of a breath before Alyssa feels Misha's hands at her and a blinding flash of pain robs her body of its air and white lights go off behind her eyes. A pain races along Alyssa's spine, one like she's never known before, and her lithe, exhausted body thrashes against her restraints as Misha begins to fuck her. "IT HURTS! PLEASE! UNGH!" Grunted out words of pain come as her nostrils flare and she struggles to simply keep from passing out as the blood rushes back to her clit.
Amanda stays on her knees, hovering over Alyssa's face, still catching her own breath as she watches the spectacle. She can only imagine the pain Alyssa's in - she knows what a clamp on her own clit feels like, but she's never had to wear one for that long. It's quite a display, though, and since Misha isn't stopping, she knows that Alyssa can take it.
Misha fucks her roughly then, no longer concerned about having to be careful and knowing that despite the pain he'll probably be able to make Alyssa come one more time as his own climax races forward. He's powerless to stop it at this point and just keeps fucking her through it, giving a shout as he spills his seed into the condom.
Words leave her as Misha continues to fuck her, only sounds of grunts and moans drift upward from under Amanda's hips. Alyssa no longer pulls at the restraints, her body exhausted, mind nearly numb with the mix of pain and pleasure, but she cries out, the sound raspy and weak, as Misha comes and drives her own body over once more.
It's arousing to watch Misha come like this and Amanda smiles as she remembers feeling him insider herself as well. Remembering it quite clearly. "Your slave is quite fun," she remarks, stilling grinning.
It's a moment before Misha can comment, resting against Alyssa's breasts and just coming down from his climax. When he can, he cracks a smirk at Amanda, nodding. "She's a lot of fun."
Sweating and panting, tears streaming from her eyes, Alyssa struggles to simply take a deep breath as Misha's weight rests against her body. Her clit till throbs, her nipples feel like they're on fire and she's sure there are bruises covering her. Alyssa opens her mouth to speak but all that comes is a strangled squeak.
"And she seems to have lost her voice," Amanda adds. She climbs down from the bed again to sit down on a nearby chair for now, her legs shaky from both the orgasm and from having knelt above Alyssa for so long.
Misha pulls out gently, and begins to release Alyssa's bonds, reaching over once that's done to offer her some water to drink. "Such a good girl," he softly coos to her, kissing her as he tends to her needs. Yes, he's very proud of her.
Alyssa takes a ragged breath once Amanda moves away; the coolness on her face feels amazing, drying the moisture left there by Amanda's pussy. Whimpering as Misha pulls out of her, Alyssa doesn't move as he unfastens her restraints, more than a little afraid to bring any further movement to her clit. "It hurts," she whispers, throat dry even after sipping at the water offered her. "Hurts so bad."
"You're going to be sore for a while," Misha agrees, looking for something to gently clean off her fluids without causing too much distress. "I could suggest ice on it, but I don't know if that would be much of an improvement." And is he sorry? Not really. She'll be fine in a day or two.
Dark, blood-shot eyes open wide and Alyssa shakes her head at the idea of ice on her clit. "No ice," she squeaks out, "please." She knows that what she's feeling now is nothing compared to the first moment she tries to walk, tries to put pressure against her clit and yet even that knowledge is perfect. "Thank you," Alyssa whispers, mind and body exhausted.
"It'll be fine soon," Amanda comments. "I know that from experience." She still remembers that training session. And how she cursed out her trainer for making her experience the pain. "Just try and wear skirts the next couple of days. No pants."
Turning her head just enough to see Amanda, she nods. Alyssa can't even think of moving right now much less putting on clothing that will rub against her bruised and painful clit. She's worn clit clips but never while being fucked like this, never for so long. Too exhausted to even want to move, dark eyes turn back to Misha.
"I'll take care of you. You did very well, girl," Misha says with real fondness, smiling at her. Of course he doesn't have as much of an idea of what she feels like right now, but he knows it had to have been intense and that she'll need plenty of aftercare.