Story Post: Side by side (Full Video) Thinking back to that ..
🕑 Added 2025-03-09 21:19:41 +0000 UTC
Story Post: Side by side (Full Video) Thinking back to that night with @teenslaave02-sir and our Masters, it still feels like a whirlwind of emotions, sensations, and pure submission. The way our bodies moved together, the way we were used side by side, shared, disciplined, pleasured. It was intense, overwhelming at times, but also deeply fulfilling. We started on the bed, both of us bound in our respective devices, our arms tucked beneath us, faces pressed down, asses up, presented, waiting. Our Masters took turns between us, fingering us alternately, testing our wetness, comparing our reactions. I remember the deep burn of anticipation, the way every touch felt magnified by the restraint, the helplessness that made every sensation feel ten times more powerful. Lina was moaning softly beside me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was just as nervous as I was. Then the real play began. Lina was still in her bondage device, her Master standing behind her, flogger in hand. Meanwhile, I crawled to my Owner, my place already decided: I was to serve with my mouth while Lina took her punishment. I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking with focus, feeling his hand rest heavily on the back of my head. The sound of the flogger cracking against Lina’s bare skin filled the room, mixed with her soft gasps and moans. I could hear her enjoying it, that particular kind of pleasure that only pain can bring (at least for a masochist like her). After a while, we switched. I found myself serving Jim (her Master), his cock now in my mouth, while my Owner turned his attention to Lina. I glanced up briefly, watching him finger her roughly, hearing how wet she was. My stomach twisted slightly—jealousy. That familiar, frustrating pang. I hated feeling like this. I wanted to be stronger, to be completely selfless in my submission, but sometimes it was hard. Even when I knew Lina wasn’t a threat, even when I knew this was what my Master wanted. I focused on my task, on pleasuring Jim the way I was trained to, making myself useful. Soon enough, my Master returned to me, and I welcomed him back between my lips eagerly. His hands were on Lina now, his flogger striking across her ass in sharp, calculated strikes, turning her skin a deep shade of red. She took it so well. I admired that about her… how naturally she seemed to embrace pain. Then, finally, I was pulled onto all fours, my rightful place. My Owner took me from behind, and everything else faded away. The jealousy, the self-doubt, the comparisons… none of it mattered anymore. I belonged to him. And in that moment, that was all that existed. Afterward, Lina eagerly cleaned him off with her mouth, savoring the taste of me on his cock. I could tell she loved it… she’s far more into girls than I am, and I knew this was her own way of indulging in that. Meanwhile, I was back in my restraints, my mouth now occupied by Jim, taking him deep as he used my throat without hesitation. And then, just when I thought the night was winding down, Lina surprised me. She strapped on. I’ll be honest: this was something I had struggled with last time. I had tried to fuck her with a strap-on before, and it was… awkward. I wasn’t good at it. I wasn’t dominant enough, I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t really want to do it. But Lina? Lina was so much better than me. She took to it effortlessly, moving with confidence, taking control in a way that didn’t feel f0rc3d. And I fucking loved it. She held my hips, her pace deep and steady, filling me completely. It was a different kind of submission, one I hadn’t explored much…. being taken by another girl, being dominated in that way. And yet, with Lina, it felt right. Natural. Maybe because I had grown to trust her, to respect her, to see her not as competition, but as someone who understood me, who stood beside me. I had learned to love her, not just as a fellow slave, but as a person. She is kind, selfless, and deeply devoted to her Master. She isn’t egotistical, she isn’t trying to prove anything—she just is.And that makes her one of the strongest slaves I’ve ever met. By the time the night was over, I was exhausted, used, spent. But satisfied. And I knew this was only the beginning. I still have a long way to go—both in my training and in my own mind. There are things I need to work through, struggles I need to overcome. But I want to. Because in the end, all of this is for him. 🖤
