A Night off

This is a bit of a change, I think. Certainly, there's role reversal. But the idea was so intriguing when it was brought to me, I just couldn't say no.

So I present to you: "Mistress Lily's Night Off" or maybe "Poker night." 

Which one fits better?

“So you know how you're constantly saying that subs are weak?”

Lily gives Fred a raised eyebrow and a bit of a smirk. “Seems to me like it's the subs who keep saying it,” she says. “Or do I need to bend you over my knees and give you a spanking to refresh your memory?”

He chuckles. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. It's easy to be a sub. All you have to do is nothing at all.”

“You think it's easy?”

“You give up your own pleasure for others.”

“So it isn't pleasurable?”

Lily shakes her head. “It's not about you. That's the point.”

“So the sub doesn't enjoy it?”

She stops walking and puts her hands on her hips. “What's this all about?”

“It's about the clothes I asked you to wear,” he says.

She looks down at herself. The white button down vest with a halter back, the black bow tie, the sequined mini black skirt, the black stockings and the matching garter belt, along with the eight inches of stiletto heel on her ankle boots put some nice lines on her body, made her ass looks spectacular, but seemed a bit out of place.

Not the shoes. Fred always liked her to wear shoes with high stiletto heels. Usually so she could threaten to trample him, or to fuck his mouth with the heel. But the rest of it; she looked like she should be in a casino dealing cards. Though again, not the shoes. No way she could stand in these all night.

“I look like a dealer.”

He nods. “That was kind of the point.”

“Why?”

Fred doesn't answer, just walks to the end of the hall and opens the door. There, in the middle of the room, is a big, sturdy card table.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” She chuckles. “You really want me to just wear this and deal cards?”

“I've got a bunch of friends,” he says. “We're all chipping in for your time.”

Lily raises her eyes. “Whatever you want,” she says. “If you want to tribute me, I'll deal your cards. Who are your friends?”

“Austin, Luther, Tony, and Sun.”

Lily licked her lips. She knew those boys. Those pretty, pretty boys. “Nice variety.”

Fred gave her his most charming grin. “I thought you might approve.”

“I trust everyone is still in shape?” He nods. She smiles. “It's like a buffet.”

He chuckles again. “In more ways than one.”

She turns to him and raises an eyebrow again, resting her weight on her does and leaning forward a little bit. She knows the dominant body language will turn him on. Fred may be a switch, but he had always been submissive to her.

“Tonight is special. It's a present.”

She crosses her arms. “What's going on?”

“Gangbang,” he says. “Of you.”

She laughs. “You can't be serious.”

“I am. Completely. We're going to fuck you like you've never been fucked. Tonight's a night off for you.”

“Night off? From what?”

“From being dominant.”

She laughs at him, and he just smiles.

***

She does struggle, just a little. Subs always struggle, even when they know there's no way out. His bondage is way more crude than what she usually uses. Simple shackles, Velcro. Clipped to the table at all four corners. If she has to, she can get herself out. But she's willing to give Fred's idea a try. 

Especially as she watches the boys come in.

Austin has that nice two day growth of beard, just enough to make a shadow with his blonde hair on his tan skin. He takes off his shirt as soon as he's in the door. With the look of those abs, Lily wants to lick her lips again. But the ball gag makes that a lot harder to do.

Luther's chocolate brown skin is a few shades darker than Lily's. Chocolate a great way to describe him. Completely lickable, up and down. Where Ausin has the lithe athleticism of a runner, Luther's body could be used to teach anatomy, pointing out each individual muscle as they bulge beneath his hairless kin.

Lily remembers Tony from that underwear ad. His black hair is slicked back, his eyes burning with that raw Mediterranean sexuality.

Fred unbuttons her blouse, giving her a nice view of the hair on his chest as he exposes her. He smiles at her. “It's okay,” he tells her. “Just relax. You're going to love this.”

He steps out of the way so she can look at Sun. He's shorter than the rest of them, his skin lighter. But the hair is where her eyes go. Feathery, jet black; it should look feminine, but it doesn't. She wants to run her fingers through that hair. Wants to slide her nails along his scalp, then grip hard and pull his head back. She wants to see him in pain, watch him give himself up to her.

But that's not the point. Not tonight.

Fred locks the door once everyone is inside. “Don't want to be disturbed,” he says. Lily has used that same line. That same lock. Something about the sound of it clicking into place runs a jolt of terror down the spines her subs. She never understood it before; it unlocks as easily as it locks. It's impossible to get locked inside. But there's something about the sound. Something about the finality of it.

“We're going to ease you into this,” Fred says. “Let you feel a little bit dominant so you don't freak out.”

She would laugh at that. If not for the ball gag.

Luther and Sun both come and kneel in front of the table. They each take one of her boots in their hands.

Lily struggles a little when she realizes what their doing. They press their faces close and stick out their tongues. They're going to lick her boots.

It's not that she's opposed to the idea. It's just not one she's ever understood. Not one she's ever really done. What's the point? Sure, it makes them feel submissive. But aside from that, why bother? It's never about what the sub wants. It's about what the dominant wants.

About what she wants.

But not tonight. Tonight's her night off.

So Lily just leans back and lets them do what they want to do. She closes her eyes so they won't see her roll them.

Then she feels it. The tongues pressed against the leather. Sliding slowly around her foot. Up over her toes. The slight pressure on the top of her foot, moving carefully, slowly. Rubbing. Like a foot massage. A gentle foot rub.

She moans softly. It feels better than a pedicure. It's not deep into the tissue, but it doesn't itch either. It feels good. Relaxing.

Fred gives a low laugh, and Lily opens her eyes again. “See?” he says. “I keep telling you you'd like it.”

Then he steps in real close, puts his face right next to her ear. “You do like it, don't you?” He rubs her forehead, then gives it a gentle kiss. “You are just going to love tonight. We are going to fuck you in every hole, over and over again. And you're going to beg us to keep doing it. By the end of the night, you're going to beg, and you're going to love it. You're going to see what it's like to be truly submissive, the pleasure you can get from providing other people pleasure.”

A hand starts to gently rub between her legs, pushing the lacy thong aside and demanding access. Another begins playing with each of her breasts, gently tweaking the nipples.

Fred pulls back and looks at her. “Are you ready to beg?” He asks.

Want more? It's in Book One