Glass, Part 1 (Sir Thori's Perspective)

Today should be an interesting one… For my glass, as I prefer her to be called, at most. Her chosen name represents her vulnerability, transparency and preciousness. It fits perfectly because she is, indeed, delicate and precious. Being a man who values His time, I wanted to challenge My glass to push one of her limits. I feel particularly excited about this because she once expressed interest in trying something new of this nature, so making it happen for her is both exciting and anxiety-inducing. When I am done with My new property, I will know about so much more than her physical limits. As glass arrives at My place, My mind races at the thought of thoroughly using her. Beating, bending and breaking her until I am satisfied or at her expression of discomfort. The subtle flinches, muscle tension and quiet whines are what I enjoy the most. The vision of My merciless slut experiencing painful but euphoric pleasure at My hand keeps my dick hard. How her body responds to the consequences of willingly being subdued and helpless gets my dick hard. I am captivated by her expressions of gratitude for being Mine and for how intentional I have been in my desire to develop her. She has consistently succeeded in her role as My property, so I will keep My word by rewarding her for being the good girl she is. When I keep My word, I ensure the security of her trust -- the bedrock of the foundation of our bond.

We are seated in my lounge after exchanging pleasantries upon her arrival. My hand caresses and pets her head as she quietly sits at my feet while we listen to music. "Do you trust Me, glass?", I ask her spontaneously. "Of course i trust You, Sir. Why does Sir ask? Is something wrong?", she responds. I kept quiet, reanalysing my plans for glass. My concern was that this test could possibly be the one to make her run, but I feel more determined to confirm my intuition -- she was created just for Me. I asked her for consent to blindfold her and take her on a quick trip around town before coming back home for our session. She agreed, fetched her favourite pink mink blindfold ( embroidered with the words "Daddy's Girl") and handed it to Me to place around her head. I tower over her because of my height. So, as I stand close, I can feel her breathing more shakily than usual. I cannot gauge if she is afraid or excited about what is to come, making Me nervous, too. I believe in Myself enough to know this plan will bring a side to her that will quench a thirst I have had for her for a while.

As we rode in the car, she animatedly chatted with Me about the events of her day. However, I found it difficult to fully focus on our conversation. I was struck by how calm and composed she seemed, considering she had no idea where we were headed. While she spoke, all I could think about was the surprise I had planned for her at home. She had casually mentioned before how she had wondered what it would be like to be simultaneously used by two Dominants, and that thought lingered in my mind ever since she brought it up. I put a great deal of thought and effort into ensuring that not only do I find the best dick for My glass to play with but that the experience of watching her pleasured by someone other than Me (at some point) would also significantly shift our dynamic in the right direction. Anyway, I aimlessly drove around the block to buy time then, when we pulled up into the driveway, glass said, "Sir Thori, are we back home already? We did not even leave the car." "I know, glass. I have a surprise for you. Be patient.", I responded. With her hand in Mine, as always, I guided her into the house, and the aura felt different from earlier. A familiar sense of calm came upon Me, like when I first met glass, and that is when I felt sure that My plan would work out the way I wanted it to. 

The journey through the house ended at the door to the playroom. I stood before her to ask if she was okay with being shared and used with another Dom today. I could tell she was surprised by the shy gasp she let out and excited by the smile that grew on her beautiful face. "Oh-kay... i trust You, Sir Thori. Yes, please", glass said with cautious excitement. Still blindfolded, she tied her hair into a messy high bun, took off her baby pink heels and assumed the Collar Me pose (her favourite) in her short, floral summer dress to indicate that she was keen to play. I am the only one who disrobes her before our sessions because I love the tension of wanting to rip her clothes off and the seductive effect of watching how her clothes slipping off her soft, buttery body on her. For her, the desperation to touch Me but only being allowed to smell Me when I am up close, as per My rules during playtime, sends her into subspace -- her favourite place, second to her Sir's feet. I was not prepared to do that yet, so I settled for giving her delicate kisses on her shoulder as I bound her hands with black leather wrist straps. We always use black colour leather for hard play sessions, which she chose and consented to use as she recited her pledge when preparing for our session. 

I opened the door to the playroom and ushered glass in. she held my hand tightly when her senses picked up on the presence of Sir Morena, the other Dom I invited to play with us, by His scent. Sir Mo stood shirtless in front of our equipment, seemingly eager and ready to shatter my glass. I could tell this from the way His fingers fidget with the flogger in His hand, and how His cock stood erect under his pants. I helped glass assume the Collar Me position again at the entrance of the playroom before Sir Mo ushered her to His chosen space in the room. I made my way to a large armchair in the corner of the room to watch Sir Mo and glass' introduction. After I signalled to Sir Mo to commence the session, and He knelt on one knee before glass to place her collar around her neck while explaining His rules for today's session. I could tell that glass was turned on by His aura and voice because her hips would not stop slowly swaying as He spoke to her. She does that when she wants to touch herself but cannot do so until she is instructed to. I can tell that her cunt is getting wet, and cannot wait to not only eat it but to watch someone else enjoy her as I do. 

"Get on your hands and knees, you pathetic slut", Sir Mo bellowed. glass obeyed, and Sir Mo walked around her to stand facing her ass. It was partially exposed under the hem of her dress as she remained on all fours. I could hear glass moaning softly as Sir Mo caressed her ass through her dress. "I can tell that you've been taking care of your body, My good little slut. It has the perfect shape for my flog, and it's the right size for my cock. To reward you, you won't be able to sit for at least two days once I'm done with you.", He said as He prepared Himself to spank her. "Thank you, Sir.", glass replied. He lifted the skirt of her dress over her ass, spread her plump cheeks to expose her hole and moist, fleshy cunt between voluptuous thighs. "You look delicious, young lady. A meal fit for a man with a hefty appetite, like me", Sir Mo said as His hands went to work on her cheeks, massaging and seductively squeezing them -- making My glass moan like a cat in heat.

Sir Mo then asked glass for permission to insert a butt plug inside her, and she agreed. The insertion was gradual as he'd gently pull it out before pushing it back in deeper every time, to stimulate her and brace her for what was to come. As He teased her, he found the right moments to flog her, caress her ass afterwards and then gently insert a finger between her soft, moist lower lips to discover the depth of her cunt. Her head lifted as she bit her lip in agonising pleasure, exposing a moan I had never heard her make before. "You're taking all of this so well, little girl... I want to push you further, make you a better slut for me before you get even a taste of this cock. You're going to earn your cock today", Mo said as He fingered her wet cunt and exerted His strength on her ass cheeks with His flogger. I slowly tugged away at my shaft as I watched Mo make her cum on His fingers with feral enthusiasm and lust. I didn't realise that teasing her would get her there that quickly, or perhaps it's that she's with someone new that gets her so excited. Either way, her pleasure is mine. Sir Mo rewarded her with a spank every time she threw her soft ass back against his finger, and when I'd call her a good girl from the corner of the room she could barely moan the words, "Thank you, Sir." as her ass jiggled with Sir Mo's hand controlling her orgasms. My affirmations seemed to give her all the fuel she needed to keep going until she shared her juices with our guest. 

When Sir Mo was done, He and I gave glass a moment to rest as we set up the St. Andrew's Cross at the back of the room. It is an addition to her gift for being Mine so well. I checked in on her to assess her fitness to continue and up the intensity. "I want more, Sir. I am ready for more.", she said to signal her readiness. I helped her stand up and took off the leather straps from her wrists. A gentle peck on the forehead with stern instructions not to touch Me was all she needed to feel re-energized for the next phase of her reward. I could tell her body was aching to be in contact with mine on her terms, but she obediently resisted scratching that feral itch like the good girl she had always been. I am beyond proud of how well she is taking the teasing and stimulation. Still blindfolded, I help her make her way to the Cross. She got another peck on the forehead from Me, and sprawled her beautiful body on the Cross with My and Sir Mo's assistance and guidance. Sir Mo then said to glass, "Prepare yourself, little girl... The torture continues."

To be continued...