EroticReverie

Lydia Baldwin

"But tonight is YOUR night" I say somewhat frustrated. 

Not that I don't enjoy time with Cassius , I love the depraved and dirty ways he fucks me, but I was really hoping on a relaxing night. 

I look at Grace, whose cheeks are flushed and embarrassed. 

In my opinion the girl is too sensitive for this lifestyle. I can see the brink of tears in her eyes.

"What happened?" I say, looking over my shoulder to Charlotte, who is collecting outfits for us to put on. 

Grace shakes her head. "He hates me. I know it." 

I roll my eyes, but she doesn't see me. 

"Grace, you make his dick harder than any of us do. You're the newest, the most innocent." I say.

"And inexperienced...I can't take it hard...or rough...the way he likes it." she says a slight sniffle as her eyes peek up at me. 

"Which is WHY he likes you Grace, he doesnt hate you..if he did...you'd be out of here...but he likes that you're shy...reserved...he likes variety...and that's why you're here...and why you're not going anywhere...got it?" I tell her, lifting her chin, and she nods. 

I give her a hug, pulling her close , and stroke her blonde hair. 

"We got this...it's fine." I say, and she nods, sniffling. 

"Thank you" she says, voice cracking. 

I give a smile and she walks off.

"She...will NOT make it here much longer" Charlotte says after she's out of ear shot. 

"He won't get rid of her...she's the closest thing he has to a fucking virgin here." I say and Charlotte rolls her eyes. 

"Don't be a little bitch" I tell her and flick her nose with my finger, and she just laughs. 

"I'm not trying to be, I just...don't get why she agreed to this life...girls like that don't belong in this kind of environment..or with someone like Cas." Charlotte says. 

I just shrug, because she's really not wrong. Luckily all of us girls get along, and yes, there's jealousy at times, but nothing crazy. But it's been a year, and while Grace has bonded with us some, she's the most reserved though, hardly hangs out, and still seems like she's unsettled here. 

I let Grace sink to the back of my mind as Charlotte and I get dressed. Whenever he requests us together, usually it's to watch us with one another mostly. So we go with our normal little game of me being the domme and Charlotte being my sub. 

I slick my my long black hair back into a tight pony tail that hangs down my back. I squeeze into a pair of my tightest leather pants, and a black corset that, with Char's help tightening it,  pushes my d cups almost all the way to my damn neck. 

"Fuck I hate these things." I say taking a few deep breaths, wondering where all of my organs are being squished into. 

I watch Char struggle to figure out the way her outfit goes. 

It's just a full body harness, with several little thick leather straps. After a few minutes, she figures it out, I laugh as I watch, applying a dark red lipstick to my lips. 

Charlotte is 5'6" to my  5'9" but i put on a pair of stiletto heeled leather boots, which makes me look even more dominant standing next to her. 

I slick her hair back the same as mine as she fiddles with the leather straps crossing over her torso, and at her waist, and the two that run down between her legs, and back up around, she puts the straps in the crease of her thighs. I smile looking in the mirror at the way it makes her pussy look even more plump. 

"You look hot." I tell her. "You're pussy looks great." I tell her as I then braid her ponytail. 

"I feel like , it looks like...a fricken hamburger or something " she says, making me choke and I laugh loudly.

"Well it does! My lips look like to fucking hamburger buns, or a hot dog roll!" she says , her hand playing her lips. 

I laugh as I finish off the end of the braid. 

"You're ridiculous" I laugh as I turn and grab her collar, and then fasten it over her neck. 

"I'm actually kinda glad Grace choked tonight..I've been horny ass hell.." Charlotte says, squirming as I fasten the collar. 

I laugh. "It's your turn to choke now" I say lifting a brow , staring at her in the mirror, with a devilish grin as I yank on her collar. 

Her eyes go wide and then we both laugh. 

"Cmon pet..." I wink and she laughs. 

"Both of us grabbing black trench coats that go to our knees, as we have Jeremy take us from the property in the back , to the main house on the golf cart. 

Charlotte puts her heels on as we drive, a pair of certified black platform hooker heels.

They would make her almost the same height ass me again, but, she won't be seen standing by Cassius. From the moment we enter, Charlotte will be on her knees. 

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Cassius Aldin Beauchamp

I'm not longer in the study, but instead in the "lair" as Lydia and Charlotte call it.  But it's a playroom of sorts, with almost every toy and piece of sex furniture one could think off, along with a spacious round bed that rotates slowly, and a second bed with appropriate adjustments made to it, that allow me to tie up a girl or two if needed. 

My shirt is off and I'm wearing nothing but my dress pants, my briefs, and the thick leather belt I'm going to whip those two with if they don't get their asses to me soon. 

Just as my palm twitches at the thought of cracking my belt across their asses, there's a knock on the door. Since I haven't turned the red light on outside the door yet, they know that it's okay to enter after knocking. 

I sit on my throne , which is on a small stage, just enough room for my chair, with it's high back, and dark red velvet cushion , that over looks the entire room for nights like these. Nights I watch my girls play together. 

I grin as I watch Lydia , lead Charlotte in on a leash, yanking her with a scowl on her face, as Charlotte drags her  knees on the carpet , hands crawling forward, a pathetic little look of shame on her face. I know that she's into it, but I appreciate the act. 

"Hello , how are my two favorites doing tonight?" I smirk and I see Lydia's mouth quirk. 

"Well Master, thank you." she nods slightly. 

"Well Master, thank you." Charlotte echoes Lydia. 

"Are you doing well?" Lydia says, and then moves to walk again, towards me, pulling Charlotte along on her leash, the collar tugging her neck, her nice c cup tits, accentuated by the triangle straps around her tits, and I watch her tits as she crawls. 

"I'm doing very well, now that you're here Lydia." I say and she smiles. 

"You too Charlotte." I say and she looks up, her brown eyes looking up at me like a scared little puppy, making my cock rock hard, because all I can imagine is hurting her, bruising her , covering her in marks. 

I watch as Lydia lifts her foot and puts it to Charlotte's back and then presses down, pushing Charlotte to her stomach. 

"Lay." Lydia says sternly, my palms twitching, my cock throbbing for these two. 

"I caught her touching herself Master." Lydia says. 

I lick my lips. 

"did you now?" I ask, my eyes going to Charlotte who lays on the floor flat, her cheek to the carpet. 

"Is that true Charlotte?" I ask, my jaw tensing. 

"Yes Master." she answers. Part of me knowing these two , both dont follow the rules when it comes to no masturbating. But they get punished for it every fucking time I'm with them. Although, it can hardly be a punishment when they enjoy it so much. 

"Should I punish her?" I ask Lydia. 

Lydia looks at me. 

"I'd like to punish her for you Master." she says. 

I grin. The same game as always, but I never tire of it. So I nod, giving my silent permission. 

Lydia bends over, curling the chain of the leash around her fist and quietly, but enough so I can hear, demands Charlotte. 

"Get the fuck up you worthless cunt." she hisses, my dick twitching as I watch Charlotte get up on her hands and knees. 

I watch Lydia, bend over and put the leather handle of the leash into Charlotte's mouth making her hold her own leash. 

Lydia walks over to the wall of crops, whips, floggers, and canes. 

I watch her fingertips skim the wall, knowing how much she loves each and every object that is there, having all of them implemented on her at least once. 

She picks a paddle surprisingly. I know my Lydia often likes to use the floggers on the other girls. The paddle is long, dark wood, with several tiny holes along the length. 

"Why..." Lydia starts as she walks back over to Charlotte. 

"Did you disobey your master?" she asks, running the paddle over Charlottes cheeks. 

I watch Charlotte twitch slightly. and I grin...ready for my fucking show.