Today I am meeting Sir at a hotel bar in the City. He says he has a surprise for me. I love Sir's surprises - they're never what I expect, and the anticipation has been making me incredibly wet all day. Well, this time, I have a surprise for him, too.
Sir has been patiently preparing me with a butt plug over the last week or so, and today I'm wearing a brand new one that I bought myself….and this one has a tail. Sir always calls me his Naughty Little Kitty, so I'm also wearing a matching little kitty ear headband - I'm already getting a few weird looks as I'm walking down the street towards the bar. It could be the ears, or it could also be that I'm trying very hard to make sure the plug stays in…especially because I'm not wearing panties. It's a rule, obviously. I'm also wearing a very tight, black pencil skirt, and a short-sleeved white shirt, which is practically see-through - you can very easily see my favourite black push-up bra underneath. I've finished it off with black, nylon, thigh-high stockings, a cute lacy black garter belt, and my black Louboutins, because, of course.
I start to get my familiar little butterflies as I ascend the steps to the door of the bar. I imagine Sir standing at the bar, watching the door, waiting for me, and I smile my secret smile because I am a few minutes late. On purpose.
I open the door, and my full attention is instantly drawn to him like a magnet. Just as I pictured, he's standing at the bar, watching the door, waiting for me, looking hot as fuck in a full black suit and blue tie….but there's also another man standing with him, and he is also very blatantly staring at me. Sir smiles, and I smile back, casting my eyes to the floor. I know I'm blushing, I truly can't help it. His attention always makes me feel so raw and exposed. When I look up again, both he and the other gentleman are moving towards me. I must frown, because Sir laughs and takes my hand, kissing my knuckles.
"Hello Baby. I've been waiting for you." I bite my lip, because he practically growls the last part. "I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine, his name isn't important, so you may also call him Sir. For tonight."
What. The. Fuck? I look into the stunning blue eyes of Sir's friend…apparently also Sir…who smiles and then also takes my hand, kisses my knuckles…and did he just lick me?? I'm obviously blushing fiercely now, judging from the sexy smirk on his face, "Hello Baby, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. You're even more delicious than described." Swoon. I dart a nervous glance at Sir, but he doesn't look like he's seconds from ripping New Sir's face off, he smiles at me and nods, and I turn my attention back to our mysterious guest.
"Hello…S-Sir," I can't deny that it feels incredibly strange directing that towards another man, but I shrug, smile and think 'fuck it', "it's certainly a pleasure to meet you." And give a saucy wink. Oh, I'm in so much trouble. His grin says it all, as well as Sir's huff from behind me. Sir grips my hips and possessively pulls me back against him. He is definitely not very good at sharing, so I can't help but wonder what the fuck is going on. I feel his hot breath against my neck, and it sends heat through my entire body when he whispers in my ear, "Surprise Baby. And just to avoid confusion, tonight you will call me Master. Because, make no mistake Baby, I am still in charge of you and your fucking delicious body." I practically melt in his arms, and couldn't give a single shit what sort of scene we're making at the entrance to the bar. People have been walking around us and I haven't even noticed.
New Sir…well, just Sir now, I suppose…takes a step into my space, and places his hands on my waist, just above Sir's - Master's - hands, and leans in to my other ear, "I know he's in charge, and I'm incredibly honoured to even be here with you both. But I also intend to enjoy you and taste you and make you want to know my name so you can scream it for the rest of the hotel to hear." Fuck. The only reason I'm still able to stand is that these two sexy-ass men are holding me up. My breathing is already ragged, and my heartbeat is racing in my chest. I'm sure everyone can hear it. I close my eyes and breathe in two entirely different masculine scents, they complement each other, and yet speak to the individuality of both of these men. It's delicious and heady, and…"fuck, I need a drink." They both chuckle, and slowly move their bodies away, though their hands remain where they are.
"Come Baby," Master says, taking me by the hand, "I think you definitely need a drink." He leads me toward a semi-circular booth in the corner of the bar, with a Reserved sign on the table, which Sir removes before sliding into the seat. Master directs me to the other side and motions for me to scoot in myself - carefully, obviously - before going to the bar to order drinks for us. He didn't ask me what I wanted to drink, but he doesn't have to, he knows what I like. I feel a hand on my leg, and look over at Sir, who certainly looks very comfortable and somewhat smug. I'm just pleased the plug is still in my ass and not on the floor. That thought makes me blush again.
"Hey," he smiles at me, "I really do feel very lucky to be here. I hope I haven't made you nervous or uncomfortable." Is he…self-conscious?
"Not at all Sir," I say, as I place my hand over his, "this is a completely unexpected surprise, of course, but definitely not unpleasant." Our faces are inches away from each other, and I can practically feel Master's stare burning me like a brand, it takes all of my willpower not to whip my head around in his direction. I actually am super nervous, I mean, is this a fucking set up? Is he testing me?
I feel Master slide into the booth on my other side, and take the opportunity to turn my attention, and my bestest, sweetest smile, to him. He gently grasps the back of my neck and pulls me in for one of his signature panty-melting (if I was wearing any) passionate kisses, "I've missed you Baby. What do you think of your surprise?" I can feel Sir's fingers at the hem of my skirt, brushing the inside of my thigh.
"Permission to speak freely S…Master?" That was close.
"Of course Baby."
"Is this a set up?!" My voice rose on the last bit, I've gone from butterflies flitting around in my stomach, to a freaking swarm of bees in my chest. Silence. And they both start hooting with laughter. The waiter approaches, and winks at me as he places our drinks on the table. Master immediately stops laughing to give him the Death Stare. The waiter wisely backs away slowly, before darting around into the bar area.
Master turns his attention back to me, taking my chin gently in his fingers, so that I have nowhere else to look but into his mesmerising hazel eyes, "I would never be so cruel…" he pauses at my light snort, "ok, correction - today I am not that cruel." He smirks at my smirk, "This is my surprise for you Baby, I know that you've been curious. I myself am curious to see how this all plays out," he looks over my shoulder at Sir, "I'm not usually one to share, but I've taken my time to make sure that I pick the right person to join us, because you're very special to me, and you deserve the best Baby." He looks back into my eyes, and smiles his beautiful smile. I hope Sir heard the threat behind those sweet words: 'Mess with my Baby, and you will fucking regret it.' I'm pretty sure the message got across, because the fingers on my thigh paused in their gentle caresses, but only for a moment, and then resumed what they were doing. Though higher now, having moved past the hem of my skirt.
"Thank you Master," I breathe, "as I said to Sir, this is certainly unexpected, but definitely not unpleasant. I just needed to make sure this wasn't some kind of test."
"Good girl," they both said at once, and I'm pretty sure I almost died. Good goddess, hearing that in surround sound was fucking hot.
"I love these little ears Baby," Sir says, giving one a little tap with the fingers of his other hand, "your Master tells me he calls you his Little Kitten. Or his Naughty Little Kitty, I think it actually was. Do you mind if I call you Kitty?" I shake my head, still looking into Sir's eyes, trying to read his expression, but he's staring at my lips. Crap, I need that drink.
"You look like you need your drink Baby. Let me help you," Sir passes my glass to Master, and he holds it to my lips to sip. I close my eyes because it's exactly what I wanted. I'm completely surrounded, totally at their mercy, I can feel the testosterone pouring off them in waves. Master raises the glass to my lips again, and I take a few controlled sips, before he replaces the glass on the table, and puts his cold fingers on the inside of my other thigh.
If S…Master ordered me to come right now, I could very easily do so. I'm incredibly aware of the plug now, slightly nervous about the possible wet patch that I'll leave on the seat when I stand up, and very grateful that I wore my black skirt tonight, and not the grey one.
"I think we're all very much introduced, shall we make ourselves a bit more comfortable and move up to the room?" Master asks. I can only just barely nod my head, the twin sensations of two very different hands grazing the insides of my thighs is almost too much to bear.
"Are you ok Kitty?" Sir breathes into my ear, and I literally mew like a little kitten. I hear him inhale sharply, and I know I'm not the only one affected right now. "Maybe we should wait a few moments before we stand up Sir." I know Sir has said this to my Master, but I am literally so out of my head that I nod. So they're calling each other Sir, but for me one is Sir and one is Master? I literally don't have the mental capacity to navigate that minefield, so I keep my thoughts to myself.
"That might be a good idea Sir," Master says, "Baby, you can pick up your drink now." Thank fuck. I grab the glass and drain the rest of my drink, my mouth is so dry. The burn of the alcohol, but the sweetness of the mint are both incredibly satisfying. He chuckles, and says, "ok then. Let's go, shall we?"
Master scoots himself out of the booth, and waits for me while I awkwardly do the same, making sure to clench before I stand up, and instantly feel every single nerve ending in my body light on fire. I must wobble slightly, because he gently grasps my elbow to steady me, and gives me a questioning look. I nod and give him a smile…well, I hope it looked like a smile. He places my hand inside his elbow, and Sir comes up on my other side and does the same. I glance down and can see the huge tent in his pants, and all of a sudden my inner Vixen comes to the fore and smiles at them both wickedly, "Right then. Shall we, gentlemen?" And we make our way to the elevators in the lobby.
