It was not all that long ago that she had entered their home, in quiet anticipation of what she knew would be an experience she would not soon forget. She had been there before, but only as a guest – not, as today, the subject of their attentions and intentions. Initially, as she made her way over there, she would stop and question her sanity – review her motives and motivations for making this trip. Each time she did this she knew, in her heart of hearts, that she needed to complete this journey. That she needed to feel, see, hear and experience all that they had to offer her. She did not know if it would be right for her but at the same time she knew she couldn’t pass up the chance to try and find out.

She would walk in as a novice and leave somewhat more enlightened. The experience would kindle a need and desire that had only flickered within her before this yet now burned as a hot fire of passion. They had reached inside her and touched a spot in her very soul that made her want to try more, do more, feel more – than she had ever done before. And, little by little, she realized that this was a good thing – a very good thing.

After their first meeting, he had sent her a checklist to review, answer and return to him. At first, reading it had made her blush. As she read through it and thought about each of the items on the list before her, she found herself getting wet – her own body giving her up for the slut that she was destined to become. Then, as she stood before them the second time, about to embark on this scary yet thrilling adventure of exploration, she realized that they now knew all too much about her. They knew all too many of her secrets – or at least had an indication as to what they might be and where they might lie. She had never bared this much of herself to anyone before. It had all seemed so easy and innocent when it was just a form on a computer screen or on several sheets of paper. Now they KNEW - and consequently she felt that they were in possession of sufficient knowledge as to which buttons within her to press, and how to press them, to get the reactions that they wanted. In a strange way this was somewhat comforting to her. She didn’t have to do any of the work here. All she needed to do was lay back and enjoy the ride. Possibly this would work out for her after all, she thought. Maybe this was just what she needed. Perhaps this was even just what she wanted.

She arrived at their home, in the city, just as she had the first time except that this time the feelings stirring within her were somewhat different and more specific. The first time she was curious as well as a bit apprehensive. She was going to meet ‘those’ people at ‘their’ home and doing it all alone. She had not regretted that decision since. They put her at ease and didn’t care that she was new and exploring and that she had many questions. If anything this heightened their interest in her even more. They patiently answered her questions, spoke to her about themselves and their interests and listened as she talked about herself, who she was and what she might be looking for. Going out for dinner, they all relaxed and enjoyed each others company with no thought as to what might be other than the moment in time at which they were. After dinner, they returned back home with her and the conversation turned more to her interests and journey of exploration. They showed her several things and discussed how they felt about particular situations as well as listened to her views. As it came time for her to leave, she found herself wanting to stay. It was hard to finally get up and walk to the door, as there was so much more she wished to know and learn. But that would come later, she hoped whether it was with them or someone else that she chose to learn and explore with.

But this time was different. This time she arrived knowing that there would be much more than talk to take back as a memory of this meeting. She came knowing that she would be forced to examine and re-examine things about herself that she held to be the gospel truth for these many years. Knowing that they would coax her along to explore the unexplored, to dig deeper and deeper within herself, to see what was really lurking down there. She had a sense that they would extract things from her she had only imagined might be buried there.

As she exited the subway and walked the few blocks to their apartment, she sensed people looking at her, smiling at her in a way she never had before. Did they know where she was going? Did they see the passions within her, stirring, as she got closer? How could they all be so keenly aware of her need when she failed to understand it herself?

Apprehensive as she was, she willed herself to continue on. She rang their bell and waited, for what seemed like endless minutes but was in reality but a few short seconds, until they buzzed her in. She did not fear for her safety. That was not the issue here. It was clear after their first meeting that safety would not be a concern. She was nervous about whether her excitement would give away more than she wanted to at this point in time. She dreaded the discoveries she might make about herself, her very essence. At the same time, the thought of that increased her level of excitement to a fevered pitch.

She took a deep breath, entered the elevator and knew she would never be quite the same person ever again.


 

The ride up in the elevator game me a bit more time to contemplate my actions. I was being pushed and pulled in two different directions. Part of me was aching to turn around and flee while the other part was aching and determined to see this through to whatever conclusion it might lead. The door opened on their floor and I walked out towards their apartment. I rang the bell and stood there waiting for them to answer and allow me into their world. Apparently, my decision had been made and it would be to go forward, head held high, and allow them to explore all that I had to offer. I felt strangely at ease and complacent with that decision. The sheer abject terror I thought I might feel had dissipated into a rather dull twinge and, again, the excitement was far greater than I could have imagined. Another few seconds and the door swung open and she ushered me into their home.

‘K’ led her in and helped her off with her coat. It was almost Spring but there was still a chill in the outside air. In here, right where I now stood, I felt flushed and warm all over. Could they see what I was feeling? Did they know what I was thinking? Before I had time to obsess on all the questions flying through my head, I was seated at the table with the two of them as ‘K’ poured us each a glass of wine to allow us to relax and unwind. We traded small talk and polite conversation when ‘S’ suddenly turned around and said to ‘K’ – “Take her and prepare her for me”. ‘K’ nodded to him and lightly took my arm and led me off towards the bathroom. What exactly for, I did not know but I was sure I would soon find out.

Once in the bathroom, with the door closed to him and the rest of the world, ‘K’ instructed me to begin removing my clothes. She sat and watched silently, with a wry smile, at my brightly blushing face. My embarrassment was intensely showing on my entire body, flushed as it was. I had never been ordered to strip in front of another woman like this and I found it difficult, yet rather exciting. Looking at her sitting there as I removed each piece of clothing, wondering what was going on in her mind as she saw more of me come to light, hoping that she liked what she saw. As I removed my shoes and socks and placed them on the side, I knew I had given up any hope of leaving here without their indelible mark upon my psyche. As I removed my shirt and slacks and stood only in a very sheer set of bra and panties, her smile widened and I knew she liked what she was seeing. As the rest of my garments fell in their place, I felt more naked than I had ever been in my life and rightfully so. I was not just standing before her without clothes. That, I had done many times in front of other women - in school and gyms and the like, and even some men in relationships I had been in. It was the way she looked past me, inside me, through me, that had me feeling eerie. I also didn’t want her to notice how wet and excited I was just from having her sit there and direct me while she continued to watch intently.

Once I was naked and she had spent as long as she cared to, looking at me, she ordered me into the shower. While I knew I was clean and didn’t relish being wet, I knew there would be no allowances made for my disobedience. I stepped into the shower and under the warm refreshing spray of water and grabbed the curtain to close it behind me. She laughed and informed me that there would be no privacy here. That there was nothing that I had that they would not intimately explore in the next few hours and that I had best get used to it with her as S would be far more extensive in his explorations of her body than she had been, thus far. I choked down an urge to protest, knowing that it would only make things worse and began to follow her instructions. She watched as I followed her direction in washing myself, making sure that I was clean and pure for them, realizing the symbolic nature of this cleansing even as I stood there. She leaned over and poked and prodded, checking and peering, to make sure I would be ready for them. She had me just where she wanted me and I daresay that I was beginning to enjoy this way too much.

After the shower, she assisted me in dressing. She had selected a beautiful, sheer, black bra with a thong panty along with a thigh high stockings. As I dried, she helped me into them and spent time adjusting them so they fit just right. At one point, she peeked at me, gave a nod of approval and said ‘Now you are ready for him’. With that we left the bathroom and returned to the living room. She called out for him to return and claim what was son to be his.

 

I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying myself. This was a particular scene that ‘S’ and I had discussed many times in the privacy of our most intimate moments but had not yet had the chance to live it out. This was to be the night and ‘N’ was to be the girl. And she seemed just so appropriate for the role. ‘N’ was young and sweet and had a true virginal air about her. She looked so sweet and innocent it was difficult, at first, to understand that beneath the sweet exterior lurked this erotic beast waiting to be unleashed. As I watched her get ready in the shower, following each suggestion I gave her as to how to prepare herself, I knew, instinctively, that we had chosen well. She was feisty and compliant at the same time. Looking to please yet trying to maintain a bit of her independent spirit even as she was totally exposed to me. I relished in what would come shortly.

We had reviewed this scene a thousand times. I knew exactly how ‘S’ wanted me to handle it and I had grown to anticipate the moment it would actually become real. The moment was now here and I was more than up to the task. Once she was dried, makeup reapplied and dressed, I led her out to be presented to ‘S’. The moment we had been waiting for was now upon us and I was set on making this every bit as fulfilling as the fantasy was.

‘S’ sat in his chair, reading, as he waited for us. I am not sure how long we were – I hadn’t wanted to rush things, but it was long enough for him to have gotten comfortable, put on some music as he wondered how we were getting along in our preparations. She looked lovely in the outfit ‘S’ had chosen for her. He had lovely tastes when it came to dressing sluts and her youth and attractiveness only enhanced the garments he had selected. I led her over towards him, across the room, and told her that I would be giving her instructions as we went along and that she was to comply with each of them immediately. I informed her that she would stand before him with her eyes cast down, not being permitted to look at his face or gaze into his eyes, until he said it was alright to do so. She nodded in understanding. I instructed her to set herself in front of him, hands behind her back, head down and await his command. I had already told her that there would be only two answers expected from her at this stage of the proceedings. She would be permitted to say ‘Yes Sir’ and ‘No Sir’ and that she had best be careful which one she used in any given situation. Again, she indicated her full understanding. I was now ready to place her before ‘S’ and watch what he had in store for her and I was patiently biding my time knowing that before very long she would also be mine to do with as I pleased.

 

They came to me from all different places for all different reasons. This one was somewhat different than most. While they all came to explore the forbidden, that which they craved and did not understand, many came from a bad place but, again, not this one. She had come of her own free will – driven by the will to explore – the desire to learn more about herself. No more – No less. The thrill of it all enticed her. The giving of herself, the ceding of control, if only for a short time held its particular allure for her. I knew that if he got her to open up and give it a shot, that she would be a good one. One who would truly enjoy what we had to teach. One who would take all the knowledge that we had to impart and then move on to share it with others.

She now stood before me dressed, as a submissive slut should be. In black sheer lingerie, more exposed than covered, head bowed in submission to await My word. I sat there for a while just taking it all in, knowing that my waiting was having the desired effect on her. I noticed as she every so slightly shifted her weight from one foot to the next and then back again in almost a rocking motion. I said nothing making her wait for My first instruction. Without a word, I reached out and started to run my hands up and down her body – spending no particular amount of time in any given spot. I felt her tense at my touch yet she kept her head down and did not utter a sound other than the muffled gasp I heard when I began. I ran my hands over the full cheeks of her ass and stopped to caress them a bit more. I moved them down to feel the silky smoothness of her legs. I looked up at her face only to see her with a serene smile and a tear in her eye. I let my hands wander over her ample breasts, through the bra, pinching and teasing her nipples each time I passed them by. I traced my fingers over the small piece of fabric that covered her pussy and felt her shudder as I did. When I had seen and felt enough, I turned to ‘K’ and said ‘Strip her for me now – but do it ever so slowly as I want to savor this one’. ‘K’ started by removing her bra. Her beautiful breasts were now freed and available to me. I gently grabbed her right nipple between my teeth and sucked on it while biting down ever so lightly. I lifted my large hands to play with her now exposed flesh, which was becoming clay in the hands of an artist. I had ‘K’ spin her around before she lowered her panties to just below her ass. It was quite lovely but I was not about to tell her that, at least not yet. I patted her ass lightly then gave it a few spanks. ‘A fine piece of ass you’ve got here’ I asked as ‘K’ and I laughed. I had ‘K’ bend her over the chair, her panties still at half-mast, as we gazed upon the loveliness she displayed to us. Her cunt was wet with the evidence of her arousal. It glistened in the soft light for us to see. ‘K’ held her cheeks apart so that I could look at her more intently. Her pussy lips were now swollen and her clit aroused. I reached out and touched them with my fingertips and heard a moan come from her mouth as ‘K’ just smiled at me. I felt her essence on my fingers and brought them up to ‘K’ to taste, which she gladly did. ‘Sweet’ she said, ‘Just like you like them’. Finally, ‘K’ turned her around to face me. Her tits and pussy were exposed to me in the most delicious way. I toyed with her a bit more keenly aware of how uncomfortable she was at being inspected like this and chuckled to myself. ‘This is only the start my dear little one, only the very beginning of a long journey you have already embarked on. Welcome to our family and you may now look up.’

She finally looked up, a tear in her right eye, and gave us a wonderful smile that told us all we needed to know. We had found one that was going to enjoy learning and would be a good study. We had found one who truly wanted to take what we had to offer. As ‘K’ helped her dress, I smiled and knew that this would be a very long night and hopefully the first of many to follow.