My Christmas Gift Was Showing Them How I Dominate Her

My name is Diego, and I am Carla’s Master, as well as her husband. We got married four years ago, but even before we were engaged, sadomasochism was the center of our relationship. Neither of us knows how to understand sex any other way; what for others is an occasional game is, for us, the natural way of loving each other.

Until now, we had kept the secret carefully. Quite a few coworkers have half-jokingly told me that with the body my wife has, it’s strange that she almost never shows any cleavage. I smile and excuse her by saying she’s very modest. The truth is different: I don’t want anyone to see the red marks her breasts almost always bear, the lines I leave when I punish her.

This year, however, I decided to give myself a Christmas gift. We had been talking for a while about taking things a step further, about sharing her with another couple, and every time the idea of a private club came up, we ended up discarding it for lack of trust. It would be different with someone close, someone I could lean on and with whom I could control every detail. That was the conclusion I reached.

The candidates were obvious: Tomás and Andrea, our best friends. To make it even better, Tomás works with me at the workshop and Andrea works at the same company as Carla, although in another store. The 24th fell on a Sunday, neither of them worked the next day, and it seemed like the perfect setting for a Christmas Eve dinner between couples that none of us would ever forget.

I didn’t tell Carla anything. At five in the afternoon I simply ordered her to get ready for me, as I had done so many times before. Black stockings with garters, high heels, wrist and ankle cuffs. Then I put on the blind hood, the ball gag, the collar, and the leash. Finally, the plug topped with a tail that I love so much to see on her.

I led her from the living room by the leash, put her on all fours in front of the sofa, and turned on the television with some random match. I started as always, with open-handed slaps on her ass and breasts, until her skin took on that flushed tone that drives me insane. I took off her gag and made her suck me, something she does with devotion; so much so that sometimes I punish her precisely by forbidding her from doing it for days.

Before the first half was over, I straightened her up, hands on the back of her neck, her breasts held high. I worked her nipples slowly, stretching and twisting them until they were swollen, and then I tied them with hemp cord instead of the usual cotton one. It was a special day; it deserved a little extra discomfort.

At exactly six-thirty the doorbell rang.

—Don’t move. Stay here, I’m going to see who it is —I told her.

I opened the door wearing only a robe. Andrea came in bouncing on her feet and planted two kisses on me.

—Diego, I’ve been promoted to floor supervisor! —she blurted out in a rush.

Tomás, on the other hand, looked at my outfit with one eyebrow raised.

—I think we’ve arrived too early —he said, uncomfortably.

—Relax, come in and make yourselves at home —I replied, holding back a smile.

***

As soon as they crossed the threshold into the living room, both of them froze. Carla stood in front of the sofa, hooded, with her leash and tail, ashamed even though her face couldn’t be seen. I had imagined that moment a thousand times, the instant when we stopped pretending.

Andrea rushed to her and tried to remove the gag.

—Carla, darling, are you okay? —she asked, and my wife nodded.

—Don’t touch her —I stopped her—. She’s exactly where she wants to be. This is how we enjoy ourselves. We’ve been keeping it quiet for years and I didn’t know how to tell you, so I thought the best thing was to get straight to the point.

Tomás’s eyes were wide open, running over the body of my submissive. A sideways glance at his crotch confirmed that it had been a good idea: he was already aroused.

—Sit down. I’m going to get you something to drink so you can recover from the shock.

I came back with the glasses and spoke to Carla in a firm voice:

—Straighten your back. You’re going to be our table.

—I can’t believe it —Tomás murmured—. I’ve spent all this time having Andrea think I was a prude, and look at how obedient she is.

—Well, there you go, darling —Andrea laughed—. I’m anything but submissive; quite the opposite, really. Diego, can I touch?

—Of course. By all means.

Andrea approached Carla’s breasts with a curiosity I hadn’t expected. She weighed them in her hands, played with the nipples, fascinated.

—It’s incredible that they stay this firm —she said.

—They can look even better —I answered—. Want to see?

—Sorry, Carla, you’re my best friend, but if your husband offers me something better, I can’t say no.

—Right now I’m her Master, not her husband —I corrected her.

I knelt my slave down and placed a rubber band around each breast. I pulled and released, and each snap left a clean mark exactly where I wanted it: above, below, on the sides. Carla endured every pinch with a dull shiver. When I looked up, Tomás and Andrea were already openly touching each other.

—Poor thing —Andrea said when she was done—. Do you mind if I ease her a little?

—Go ahead. She’s earned it.

—Come on, stand up, lean over. I want to taste these nipples.

That side of Andrea was completely new to me. She latched onto Carla’s breasts with a skill that betrayed experience, kneading them while Tomás stared at the two women without blinking.

—Easy, Tomás, don’t get ahead of yourself —I told him—. I’ll have her relax you in a moment; you’re way too close to the edge.

—You have no idea —he replied—. I can’t remember ever being this hard in my life.

—Come on —I ordered Carla—. Let our guest enjoy your breasts and take care of him with your hands, like you know how.

***

Carla knelt in front of Tomás and, while he kneaded her still-wet breast, she attended to him with a slow massage. I wanted to stretch the moment out, so I suggested something new.

—Andrea, get comfortable. Take off your clothes. I’ve never seen you working on a woman, do you want to be the first?

—Mmm, of course. Though I hope she has a good tongue. Ask Tomás how demanding I am.

—She’s amazing with her mouth. I’ll make her give you the same pleasure.

Andrea took off her dress and was left in her underwear. She had a lovely body, well proportioned, though nothing like my slave’s. I sat Andrea next to Tomás, removed the last garment, and tugged on Carla’s leash.

—Today you’re going to try something new. Since it’s your first time, I’ll let you alternate between her and him, paying attention to my orders. One mistake and the cane visits your ass. Understood?

I took off the gag and placed her in front of Andrea.

—Stick out your tongue and start licking.

At first Carla didn’t put in too much effort, more lost than clumsy. After a few minutes Andrea protested.

—Diego, it’s obvious she’s not used to this. She’s terrible at it.

I brought the cane down on my slave’s backside.

—Come on, show me you can do it better.

—Wait —Andrea insisted, transformed—. Lick with some enthusiasm, like you haven’t eaten in days. I don’t care if it’s your first time; improve your attitude.

That woman surprised me every minute. She had a natural talent for giving orders. I tugged on Carla’s leash again and brought her over to Tomás.

—Suck a little, let’s see if that gets you going.

Tomás hardened at once, but I had to govern everyone’s rhythm: I couldn’t let him finish too soon. My objective was still something else.

—Enough. Back to Andrea, and this time do it properly.

To make sure, I clipped two clothespins to her nipples and hung a small weight from each one.

—Every time I have to correct you, I add another. Five hundred grams is your limit, you know that.

—Hang another one on her —Andrea asked—. She’s improved a bit, but not enough.

I held her by the hair to set the rhythm, alternating her between one and the other. Every complaint from Andrea was another weight; every compliment, a breath of relief. Little by little, between pain and pressure, Carla found the rhythm, and Andrea’s moans stopped sounding fake.

—Like that, just like that —Andrea panted—. Now you’ve got it.

***

The doorbell rang again.

—Are you expecting more people? —Tomás asked.

—No. Stay still —I ordered Carla—. Dinner’s here.

While I paid at the door, I heard Andrea speaking softly to her husband.

—This is exactly what our relationship needed. It turns me on so much. Do whatever it takes to do this again.

I freed my slave’s breasts, which were already starting to take on a purplish tone, and shook them to get the blood flowing again.

—Now on all fours on the coffee table. We’re having dinner.

I left my friends on the sofa and sat across from them on a pouf. Under Carla’s body, the wineglasses; over her back, the pizzas and the rest of the food. That was our Christmas Eve dinner. Andrea filled her glass, dunked one of my slave’s breasts into it, and sucked it to taste the wine-soaked flesh; Tomás copied the gesture and then kept his hand resting on top.

—So you’ve been her Master for years —Tomás said— and I thought she was a prude. You really kept that quiet, you rascal.

—Yes, but there are no secrets anymore. And now you’re playing too. If all goes well, we can see each other from time to time and enjoy her together. I have ideas.

Andrea smiled, satisfied, and then said something I hadn’t expected.

—By the way, with the promotion they’re transferring me to your store, Carla. Start getting ready to take my orders.

—Well, that wasn’t in my plans —I admitted—. But it works out perfectly for me that you’ll be controlling her at work too. Until now the only thing I could do was send her to work with a chastity belt on her most lustful days.

—A chastity belt? —Andrea’s eyes widened.

—She’s gone sixty-five days without coming. She only does it when I allow it, and almost never before three months. If she behaves tonight, tomorrow I’ll give her an orgasm as a gift.

—Fuck, what an asshole —Tomás laughed—. No wonder she’s soaked.

—A slave is kept better that way, like a bitch in heat. More docile, more compliant, always waiting for a reward.

***

—Do you mind if I try her? —Tomás asked—. I can’t take it anymore.

—Go ahead.

He positioned himself behind her and thrust into her in one hard stroke, without caring about the food still resting on her back. Carla began to pant; at last she was getting some pleasure, but Andrea, ever attentive, clipped her nipples again and hung three hundred grams from them, swaying with every impact.

—I don’t want you enjoying yourself while my husband fucks you —she whispered in her ear.

Andrea finally took off her bra and put one breast in her mouth.

—Suck hard. I love feeling both things at once.

I got behind Andrea, held her breasts, and rubbed them across my slave’s face without letting her latch onto either one.

—Find it, find it, you have to catch it —I told her, and when she managed it I pulled it away immediately.

The game lit Andrea up like a fuse.

—Diego, don’t you have a toy? —she panted—. I want to fuck her while you two rub your cocks across her face.

I handed her a large dildo and we began taking turns, bumping her lips, trying to make her service both of us at once without success, while Andrea fucked her with a skill that included moving the plug she was still wearing.

—What a good toy you are —Andrea said to her—. And get ready, bitch, because at the store you’re going to get a lot of orders from me.

She stopped fucking her and spanked her ass, and the redder it got, the more she rubbed herself, watching Tomás and me.

—That’s how I plan to punish you every time you misbehave at work. You’ll come home with your ass burning and you won’t be able to hide what you’ve done from your Master.

***

—Let’s go to the bed —I suggested—. We need the space.

I put my slave on the mattress and made her suck again until both of them were nice and hard.

—Tomás, lie down. You go in from the front while I take her from behind. I’ve wanted this for too long. Andrea, do whatever you want.

—Lift your head —Andrea ordered Carla, sitting on her face—. You know how to take care of me already.

Tomás squeezed her breasts at will, depending on my thrusts to find his own rhythm, and Andrea rocked on top of me, enjoying a tongue that had finally learned. We lasted less than I would have liked, I admit it, but the three of us came in a chain. I was the first, and my gasps dragged the others along until we were almost finished at the same time.

We ended up sprawled on the bed, catching our breath, when I remembered that Carla was still wearing the hood, and hadn’t seen our faces all night. I removed it slowly.

—How was it, my love? Did you like my Christmas gift?

—Yes, Master. Thank you very much —she whispered—. I hope you did too.

And we melted into a long kiss, while Tomás and Andrea, hugging beside us, were already quietly planning the next time.