'M' is For: [Ch7] Black Ties and Other Restraints - Part 1

I was pretty useless the rest of the day once I finally got back to my apartment. While I had gotten a taste of what it was like to run in Missy's crowd on Memorial Day weekend, nothing could have prepared me for what it was like to attend a book club event. My head was wooly with fatigue, and scenes from the night before kept replaying in my mind. How magnificent and incomparable the dommes had been, their heads held high, confidence crackling from their every glance. It was no wonder that the other guests threw themselves at their feet, eager to please and obey, whatever prestige they might have in the outside world forgotten at the door. I fell asleep that night with the echo of music in my ears.

From earlier conversations, I knew that Missy's book club meetings generally happened once a month, calendars permitting. I figured it'd be a good while before I heard any more updates on that front. So I was pretty surprised when I got home Thursday evening and saw I'd received a text from Missy.

Are you free this Saturday?

I was pretty much always free on weekends, but Missy didn't need to know that.

Yeah, I am. What's up? I texted back.

Come over. I want to show you something.

I had a feeling that Missy was being deliberately vague. A woman with more self-restraint might have resisted taking the bait...but curiosity got the better of me.

Show me what?

You'll have to wait and see!

I bit my lip, sensing that Missy, wherever she was, was probably laughing at me. Still, she had me hook, line, and sinker. I could only wonder what she was scheming. Something told me it probably wasn't going to be the kind of thing I'd want to tell my parents about.

Okay, just let me know what time, I wrote to her.

In the end, we settled on 8 pm that Saturday.

This time around, I remembered the way to Missy's apartment without having to rely solely on my phone for directions. I entered the familiar elegant entrance with the water installation. The doorman from the previous week signed me in and, after calling upstairs, let me through to the elevators.

I texted Missy outside her apartment door that I had arrived. A few moments passed in silence. I strained my ears to see if I could hear anything, but it was quiet in the hallway—no loud music blaring this time. Suddenly the door opened, and I jumped.

"Mal! Welcome..." I had just enough time to register that Missy was dressed in a floral silk robe, her hair loose about her shoulders, before she threw her arms around me in a quick hug. The scent of her perfume filled my nose. "Come on in."

"Ah, thanks," I said, following her into the apartment.

The apartment was transformed from the last time I saw it. There were no baskets of towels, piles of condoms, or people dozing on every available surface. Instead, it was absolutely pristine, with not a scrap out of place. I caught the subtle smell of bergamot and citrus.

I paused by the entrance to take off my sneakers while Missy moved toward the kitchen.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" she called over to me.

"Sure. What do you have?"

"I've still got leftovers from last weekend. Maybe some whiskey on the rocks?"

"Yeah, sure."

I followed Missy over to the kitchen bar and slid onto one of the stools.

"So, what's the big mystery? What did you want to show me tonight?"

"Hold on, not yet." Missy rummaged around in her cabinets until she found a glass. She inspected it with a shrewd eye, holding it up to the light, before setting it down and fixing my drink. She set the glass in front of me.

I took a sip, feeling the hard liquor burn a warm trail down to my stomach.

"Yes?"

Missy smiled and crossed her arms, facing me on the other side of the bar. "Do you remember our conversation over Memorial Day weekend, when I said I saw potential in you?"

"...Yeah?"

"And you invited me to teach you?"

"Mm-hmm?" To be honest, I didn't really remember doing that. Still, it wouldn't have been the most outrageous thing I did that weekend.

"Well, my dear, sweet Mal...your first lesson begins tonight."

I stared at her. "My first lesson? But..." My mind scrambled to process her words even as my pulse began to quicken. "What about that weekend in the Hamptons? Or the book club meeting last week?"

"Those were just games," Missy said, dismissing all that sex and fornication with a lofty wave of her hand. "There's so much more to learn than that." She glanced at me, then my glass. "Take another sip and then follow me."

I took another sip, steeling myself for whatever was going to come next. Missy walked out from the kitchen, and I slid off the stool to follow her, glass in hand.

She led me across the living room through the French doors on the other side that opened onto the master bedroom. I hadn't been in there yet, and my breath caught in my chest.

For one thing, the master bedroom was beautiful. It was airy and spacious, with a set of double windows whose curtains were currently drawn. Small tealight candles flickered on the nightstand and along the floor, casting the room in a warm romantic glow. The bed itself was a sprawling king-sized bed with a double mattress and brocaded sheets, fit for a king.

For another, dead center in the middle of bed was Thomas.

Thomas was the unmistakable centerpiece of this arrangement. He wore nothing but black boxer briefs and a black silk blindfold. He lay on his back, cuffed hands above his head, one knee drawn and the other extended. I stopped just inside the room as Missy entered behind me and closed the doors.

"Okay, please tell me I'm hallucinating," I said, and Missy threw back her head and laughed. "You didn't really prepare all this for me, did you?"

"I take the education of my students seriously," Missy said roguishly, which had to be the understatement of the year. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the door frame, watching me with a gleam in her eye that promised mischief. "You've been able to keep up so far, but don't think I didn't notice that left to your own devices, you'd just sit around and watch everyone else."

"Ah," I said.

"Ah," Missy nodded. "But I'd hardly expect you to unleash your sexual potential overnight. Or over a couple nights, as it were. No, we're going to work on it, little by little. And I figured what better way than with the help of my lovely Thomas?"

"Indeed," I said, unable to keep the dryness out of my voice.

"You'll see," Missy said blithely, undaunted. "Thomas, say hi to Mallory."

"Hello, Mallory," Thomas said, his voice low and husky. Hearing my name on his lips in that voice raised goosebumps on the back of my arms. Damn it, this was so unfair. I had no defenses prepared for this, and Missy knew it.

Missy moved toward me where I stood, dropping her lips to my ear. I could feel the warmth of her breath tickle my neck as she spoke. "There's no pressure like this. Thomas can't see, only feel. And for all he knows, I am you and you are me."

With that, Missy headed to the bedside and paused to undo the sash at her waist. Letting her robe slip soundlessly to the floor, I could see she was wearing a black bralette and thong. She beckoned me forward and, heart thudding in my chest, I joined her on the bed, each of us settling on either side of Thomas.

Missy pointed at me. "Lose the hair tie. It'll put you in the mood and make you feel like the sexy goddess you are."

Surprised by the unexpected suggestion, I automatically put a hand up to my head and encountered the knot I had twisted my hair into. After a moment's hesitation, I slipped the elastic tie off onto my wrist and shook out my hair, where it fell in soft auburn waves around my shoulders.

"You really do have such gorgeous hair," Missy said enviously.

"Thank you," I said, unable to think of anything else to say. Still, Missy's prediction had been uncannily true. I did feel a little different just then, sitting poised above Thomas with my hair loose, bathed in soft candlelight. In this space Missy had created, I could imagine myself to be anything I wanted. I felt powerful and just a little bit dangerous.

"Now, we play." Missy glanced down at Thomas. "Are you ready, love?"

"Yes, Ma'am," came Thomas's response.

So play we did.

Missy was right: servicing others was a task that I was comfortable and familiar with. It was unexpectedly exciting to pair up with Missy as her partner-in-crime in exploring the planes and curves of Thomas's half-naked body. He was warm to the touch, and I reveled in the feel of his skin beneath my palms and fingertips.

Missy bent her head forward and sucked his nipple, nipping him lightly with her teeth. He gasped and tensed, muscles rippling. Inspired, I trailed kisses down the length of his body. He must have washed recently, because there was just the faintest scent of soap on him. Curious, I flicked the skin where his leg joined his hip with my tongue, and was rewarded by another delightful rippling of muscles.

"Careful," Missy said. "Thomas can be extremely ticklish."

Almost simultaneously, we met eyes across Thomas's body and grinned.

"You better not even think—" Thomas began, a note of warning in his voice, but it was too late. We started to tickle him.

Thomas's reaction was immediate. He jerked in his restraints and attempted to turn away from our joint assault. In turning away from Missy, however, he fell into my hands. In turning away from me, he fell into Missy's. His body was a seemingly infinite canvas of opportunity, and I was suddenly determined to find all his sensitive spots...of which there were many. My fingers danced across his body, finding the spots behind his knees and beneath his armpits.

"You guys," groaned Thomas, reflexively bringing up his knees to ward us off. "That's enough!"

I laughed as I fell back onto my heels, lowering my hands. "How are you this ticklish?"

Shifting her position, Missy pulled down Thomas's knees. "You horny bastard," she said, putting her hand right down on Thomas's crotch and seizing the bulge through the fabric of his underwear. "You've gotten hard!" Bending down to Thomas's ear, Missy whispered, "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I'm not going to dignify that with a response," said Thomas.

Laughing, Missy grabbed the waist of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down to his knees, exposing his erection. She left them there, effectively pinning his legs together, as she fingered his cock.

"Look at this, Mal," Missy said to me, a twinkle in her eye. "Doesn't my boyfriend have the cutest dick ever?"

"Yes, he does," I said, blushing.

Missy wriggled herself down onto the bed. Stroking the inside of Thomas's thigh, she began to lick Thomas's cock like a popsicle. She waved her hand at me, beckoning me to join her.

I paused, considering. Then slipped off the bed.

"What—" Missy began, but then stopped as I shed my shirt, my bra, and my pants.

"Figure I'd better dress for the role I want to play," I said with a shy smile. I lay down on the bed beside Thomas so that Missy and I sandwiched him between us. I met Missy's surprised eyes. "What were we doing?"

Missy's lips curved into an approving smile. Together, we began to lick Thomas's genitals, sliding our tongues up and down the shaft of his cock and around his head. I'd never been so close to a man with shaved balls, and I took advantage of the opportunity to lightly suck on his smooth, shaved sac. My attentions elicited a soft groan from above, the perfect reward for my curiosity. Missy and my face were just inches apart. I could feel the gentle heat of her breath on my face and was sure she could feel mine.

"You're doing good," breathed Missy. "Better than good. I was right; you're a natural."

I grinned impishly from around Thomas's cock. "Thank you, Ma'am."

We continued our course, straying occasionally from Thomas's cock to nip his hips or tease his balls, but always returning. In the minutes that followed, I could feel the temperature of Thomas's body rising. A glance upwards confirmed Thomas's increasing tension. He was biting his lip, his fingers knotting above his head into the pillow sheets.

"I'm...getting close," Thomas managed eventually.

Missy took that as her cue to break off. A moment later, I followed suit, raising my head to look at them both.

"Now, Mal," Missy said. "It's your turn."