#wandanat

You weren’t sure when you managed to finally fall asleep, the pain keeping you up much longer than you would’ve preferred, but you knew it must’ve been too late. The moment you woke up you immediately winced at the pounding in your head. 

The sun was barely up, barely shining through the curtains and you immediately reached for your phone that was resting on the nightstand.

6:24

Early. But not as early as you usually woke up. You rolled onto your back, which you immediately regretted, wincing as your butt touched the mattress.

Natasha really did a number on you.

You sat up slowly, your eyes barely open, but you knew you would not be able to get any more sleep. You took your old clothes and dressed yourself, not bothering to take out new clothes from your bag. 

It was the same clothes that Wanda took off of you on Friday, carefully folding it and setting it on a dresser for you. You always brought back-up clothes with you, but right now you couldn’t bother to take them out, feeling way too dirty to put clean clothes on yourself. 

You couldn’t really tell why. Natasha cleaned you up briefly last night, but you still felt as if you hadn’t taken a shower in ages.

You could take a shower if you wanted to. Wanda and Natasha made sure that you knew that you could use their guest bathroom anytime you wanted but the thought of getting wet right now made you feel even more disgusting than normal. 

On top of that, you did not feel like cleaning up the evidence of doing something around their house. You were sure they didn’t care, but you always felt awkward when you had to use something belonging to someone else, always feeling strangely uneasy in spaces that were not your own. You were always told to be quiet, invisible, to not exist in places that did not belong to you, and if you had no choice—make it look as if you were never there. 

You quietly opened the door and peeked outside, the sight of the enormous hallway coming into view. All the doors still remained closed, keeping their secrets inside. You tiptoed towards the staircase and walked down carefully, not wanting to wake the couple up, your legs shaking slightly as you took each step.

You immediately turned towards the kitchen as you reached the lower floor, taking a single sticky note and a pen.

Woke up early so I went home. See you on friday. 

Polite enough.

You eyed the fridge, pondering whether you should take something. Both women said numerous times that you could always take anything you wanted, but your stomach turned at the thought. You usually stayed for breakfast now, but you didn’t feel like waiting for either of them to wake up. You wanted to go home, take a shower and go to bed. And no matter how familiar their house was, it wasn’t a home to you.

It was Wanda who proposed the idea of you staying over the whole weekend. It was more time efficient and it was easier to check up on you personally in the mornings as your scenes got more intense. And the promise of more money made the decision a lot easier for you.

They truly were responsible dominants, doing everything by the book. They knew that sub drop could occur even days later, and that aftercare didn’t end the second you fell asleep. 

They even started to check in on you more throughout the week as well, just to make sure that you were okay after each weekend. Especially Wanda herself knew that even if everything went okay, she still sometimes needed that special coddling days after any scene took place. She imagined that it must have been the same for you, and the thought of you being left alone to deal with those feelings by yourself sat heavy in her chest.

But despite spending more time with you, despite checking up on you more, they still made sure to hold their care within the agreed boundaries, to treat you more like a business partner or an acquaintance rather than anything else. 

You didn’t necessarily mind that much, there was simply too much going on in your life and the last thing you needed was a romantic mess in the form of a married couple. 

Despite spending more time with them and staying at their house, things still remained strangely the same. There was no making dinner together or watching movies in the living room. 

Your Saturdays were usually spent hiding away in their guest room. By the time they asked you about this adjustment in the schedule, the school year was done, which meant you couldn’t use studying as an excuse, but both of them were always respectful and left you alone when you said you had some work to do, not bothering to ask any extra questions. Most Saturday mornings were spent having sex, though any special, time-consuming activities were always left for the evening, which left you with a whole day to fill with any activity to keep your restless mind occupied.  

It felt awkward more often than not, to be at their house when you weren’t actively offering them any services, but they didn’t seem to mind much. It was their idea after all, so you tried not to think about it too much either. Natasha made a point of checking up on at least once throughout the day, but it was Wanda who would come up multiple times a day to see if you were okay and if you needed anything. 

You reached into your back pocket, taking out your phone to order an uber. You moved the meeting point towards the end of the street, further away from their house. The mornings were always quiet in this neighborhood, and you didn’t want to risk waking them up because of a loud car waiting in front of their house. 

You didn’t have to wait too long, the driver luckily close enough for you to immediately get going. Just as you were about to open the front door you heard a sound, something close to the door being opened and you stilled immediately, worried one of them had woken up. You waited for a few seconds, not even daring to breathe, but when no more sound occurred you moved again. 

You weren’t sure why you reacted this way, why you didn’t want to see either woman right now. These women have broken you down and put you back together more times than you could count, and yet, the thought of seeing them right now sent shivers down your spine. You felt like a dirty hook up, the kind that you have after drinking too much and then regret it in the morning while you shamefully sneak out. You didn’t need any witnesses for that. 

You stepped outside once you were completely sure no one was coming down and held your breath as you closed the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. The breath of relief you let out once you were finally outside was heavy and you immediately started walking towards your driver, desperately needing to get away. 

Thankfully, he was already there, waiting for you. You greeted the driver, your voice still hoarse from not using it and leaned your head against the window, closing your eyes. You hoped you wouldn’t fall asleep and end up dead in the middle of nowhere, but even if you did, it would be okay. You were apparently willing to let strangers do just about anything to you at this point, not caring whether you liked it or not. 

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The door to your apartment creaked open, the sound cutting through your head harshly. You switched the light on, only for the light bulb to give out 5 seconds later. You signed, but the usual annoyance didn’t follow, somehow the inconvenience of it simply passing through you as if you were a ghost. 

You tossed the bag from your shoulder into the corner, not bothering to unpack. You could take care of it later. You would have to go downstairs to the laundry room to get your clothes washed and that was not something you wanted to bother yourself with right now. 

You made your way towards the tiny bathroom, just wanting to shower and get to bed finally. The clothes were already halfway off of your body by the time you stepped inside. You stared at yourself in the mirror, barely recognizing the person that was staring back at you. There were massive bags under your eyes, your lips turned into a tiny frown. You looked drained, almost as if there was no life left in you anymore. 

You turned around and looked down, the mirror just low enough to allow you to see the damage. Dark red and purple lines covering the majority of your backside. You traced one of them, hissing as sharp pain shot through you. Your vision blurred suddenly, and you looked back up, finding a single tear running down your face. 

Why were you suddenly so sensitive? 

You glanced at the small collection of products that were lined up on the shelf next to the mirror, one of them a soothing gel that Wanda gave you after the first time they had spanked you. 

Use this whenever it hurts, yeah? 

You remembered that night clearly. Wanda was the one who brought out the paddle, not really to punish you, you hadn’t done anything that warranted a punishment. It was just simply something meant to spice things up a bit, which clearly worked because you came harder than ever before afterwards and you were barely coherent all throughout aftercare. 

Last night was different though. Wanda spent over an hour edging you, and in the haze of desperation, your hand unconsciously went between your thighs, needing to relieve the pressure. Neither of them were too happy about that, and Natasha decided that the appropriate punishment was a cane. And denial. They left you without a release, deciding that you were not deserving of pleasure if you didn’t know how to keep your hands to yourself. 

Maybe that was what was wrong. You didn’t get to cum and now you were grumpy.

You turned towards the shower, turning the water on to let it heat up a bit, while you brushed your teeth. You didn’t dare look into the mirror anymore, your reflection scaring you more than it should. You weren’t sure how long you brushed your teeth for, the time passing without you noticing, and yet, when you finally stepped into the shower, the water was still cold. 

Somehow you didn’t flinch when the water touched your skin, your mind barely registering the sudden change in temperature. It wasn’t unusual for the warm water to not work, the building was old and your landlord was barely present, only reminding you of his existence once a month when he asked for rent. 

You didn’t spend too long in the shower, quickly washing your body and hair with the cheap products you could afford. This was probably what you hated the most about not having enough money. You would love to treat yourself to those expensive products that would actually take care of your hair and make your skin feel soft for days. You hoped that maybe one day you would get there, that maybe one day you wouldn’t have to take the cheapest stuff the store could offer. 

Theoretically speaking, you would be able to afford that type of stuff even now with how much the married couple was paying you. But you wanted to be smart, saving up almost all of it, and with it being summer now, you were at least not burdened with having to pay tuition either, allowing you to set aside even more money. 

Maybe you would be able to end the arrangement soon, the saved up money would probably be enough to carry you throughout the approaching final year of university, but you were scared of any unexpected expenses happening again. It almost ruined you once, and you desperately wanted to avoid it this time around. 

On top of that, you knew that you got lucky by finding Wanda and Natasha on that website, since it was mostly filled with people you didn’t even feel comfortable reaching out to. The chances of finding anyone else like them were next to zero and you wouldn’t be able to go back to them if things ended either. You needed them to survive, whether you liked it or not.  

You wrapped yourself in a towel as you stepped out of the shower, your skin reddened from the cold, and went to the small dresser in your room, pulling out new clean pajamas. You grabbed your phone to check the time, but was instead greeted with a new message from Wanda. 

Hey. just checking in, everything okay? Why did you leave? You could’ve at least stayed for breakfast. 

Your fingers moved faster than your brain, giving her a rehearsed response. 

Yeah, everything’s good. Woke up super early and I had a lot to do, so I wanted to get a head start. 

Your phone buzzed before you could even put it down, Wanda’s reply coming in swiftly. 

Oh, okay. You sure you’re feeling good?

100%, see you on friday.

Take care of yourself, okay? And if you need anything let us know. 

You didn’t bother replying after that, something about her words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. What could you possibly need from them, except for the obvious? 

You plugged your phone into the charger and placed it on the ground, the nightstand you once had long gone when you had to sell it during a harder month to afford some food. You buried yourself under the covers, not bothering to give it any more thought.

Who needs a nightstand anyway? 

Your eyes fell shut the second your head touched the pillow, and you sighed in relief as you felt sleep take over you. 

The moment your eyes opened again it felt like they weren’t closed for even a full minute, but then you checked your phone, and you saw it was just past midnight. It was hard to believe you slept through the entire day, somehow feeling even more tired than before. You just rolled over, hoping to sleep some more before you would have to get up to handle another full week of working. 

By the time Thursday arrived you weren’t even sure how you still managed to stay upright. No amount of rest or food or showering managed to fix whatever was wrong as your body only ached more and your mind grew darker. 

But tomorrow was Friday, and with that another weekend with them. You only hoped they would take it easy on you this time around. 

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The door to Wanda’s and Natasha’s house opened less than a minute after you knocked, but the greeting got stuck in Natasha’s throat when she saw you.

“Are you okay? You look-” 

You didn’t let her finish, immediately replying with the words you knew all too well. “I’m fine.” 

She eyed you suspiciously, wanting to ask more but your clipped answer told her everything she needed to know. You weren’t gonna talk, and she didn’t want to push. She simply nodded as she let you step inside. 

“Come on, Wanda’s making dinner.” That was new. Not necessarily Wanda cooking, from what you gathered Wanda was a big cook, though she didn’t always have time for it, but it was definitely new for her to cook on Friday. Most of the time, you would have a glass of wine together and then retreat upstairs. 

They usually had dinner together before you arrived every Friday, and they never really bothered to ask if you had eaten. It was not their responsibility after all. 

You followed Natasha to the kitchen after you dropped your bag, greeted by the sight of Wanda behind a stove, looking a bit disheveled. 

She only spared you a quick look before turning right back to stir something in a pan. “Oh, hi! Hope you’re hungry. I made pasta and I always accidentally make enough to feed a whole village.” 

“Pasta sounds nice.” You replied, your voice cracking slightly, which made Wanda freeze. She turned around to look at you properly, but was quickly met with Natasha shaking her head behind you, quietly letting her know to not question it. 

The dinner passed in a blur for you. Natasha complained about something at work, as she poured each of you a glass of wine. Wanda talked about a new recipe she wanted to try, while setting the table. It felt oddly…domestic.

You didn’t finish the entire portion Wanda gave you, your stomach turning after each bite despite the food being absolutely delicious. You made a point to praise her cooking skills anyway. You were raised right. 

You only came back to reality when you heard the sound of the dishwasher being turned on, looking up to see Wanda leaning against the counter, staring back at you with a subtle smile. 

Natasha stood up wordlessly, and you stared at her in confusion, unsure whether you were supposed to go after her or not.

Why are they acting so strange?  

Wanda just nodded in the direction of the hallway, as she finally moved away from the counter, silently letting you know to follow her.  

You stood up abruptly, convinced that now you would finally go upstairs, but both women led you to the living room instead. 

Were you about to have sex on the couch? 

Neither of them said anything as Natasha reached for the TV remote, while Wanda grabbed a book from the table, both settling down on the couch as if this was completely normal. You guessed it was, but not when you were here. Did they forget what day it was? 

You sat down slowly, finding a place on the far end of the couch. You watched Natasha turn the TV on and toss the remote aside, while Wanda opened her book to the last page she had read. 

The silence was killing you, and your eyes kept darting nervously between the two women. 

What the fuck is going on? 

10 minutes in and you couldn’t take it anymore, your leg bouncing uncontrollably as you waited for them to finally take you upstairs, or at least say something that would clarify this entire situation to you. 

“Did I…do something?” You blurted out suddenly, your nerves getting the best of you. 

“What do you mean?” Asked Wanda, not bothering to raise her head from the book. 

You blushed, not sure how to word it. “You’re not-, we’re not…”

Wanda just shook her head as she finally looked at you, her eyes softer than you had ever seen before. “No, you’re tired.” 

Panic spread through your body, and you shook your head as you stumbled over your words. “No! Uh, I mean…no, I’m fine.” 

Wanda wasn’t going to butch though, and she just gently shook her head in a firm disagreement. “We can see you’re not. And that’s okay. We don’t need to do anything.” 

“I swear, I’m okay! We can go upstairs.” You sat up straighter, trying to appear like you’re completely okay and ready. You had to do this. 

“No. How about we just relax tonight, hm?” She said gently as she turned back to her book. 

“No, really-” 

“Not tonight.” Stated Natasha, as she sent you a sharp look before turning back to the TV, her tone clearly meant to end the debate.

“Please.” You whispered, but it was the desperation that finally made Natasha turn her head to look at you properly. 

You looked down in your lap as you took in a shaky breath, your words coming out quieter than you intended. “I need to…I-, I need the money…” 

“What?” Natasha mumbled as stared at your anxious form. Both women weren’t sure what to say, staring at you wordlessly. Wanda was the first one to recover though, choosing her next words carefully as she sat up straighter, putting her book away. “Do you… do you only do this because you need money?” 

You shrugged as you murmured. “Doesn’t everybody work because they need money?” 

Her eyes sharpened at that. “That’s not what I asked.” 

“I-, well, yes. I need money. So can we please just go upstairs and get it over with?” You said as you played with your fingers anxiously, your thumb pulling at the dead skin around your fingernails.  

Wanda stared at you in disbelief. “No, we cannot just ‘get it over with’. If you’re not feeling up to something, then you need to tell us.” 

"It doesn’t matter whether I feel up to it. You're paying me for a service, it is my job to provide it. Lots of people don't like their jobs, but they do them because they need the money. It’s not a big deal!" You shot back, your voice rising with panic. You watched Wanda stand up, suddenly feeling a lot smaller. Your eyes snapped to Natasha briefly, stressed that she hadn’t said anything so far, though you didn’t miss the way her jaw was clenched.  

Wanda crossed her arms across her chest, as she snapped back. “It is a big deal! This isn’t a regular job, this is not how we do this. Yes, we are paying you for being our submissive, but we cannot do something unless you’re absolutely sure you want it.” 

“But I do want it!” 

“Yeah, because of money!” Said Wanda as her voice raised a pitch. She wasn’t normally the one to yell, but she genuinely didn’t know how to get her point across. What you were saying was absolute nonsense to her, and she couldn’t even believe you were having this conversation.  

Natasha leaned forward suddenly, resting her elbows on her knees as one hand shot up to rub her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh, but her tone was terrifyingly cold as she finally spoke. “You’re not a cook or a cleaner. We’re sleeping together. The second we do something you don’t want, it stops being sex and turns into an assault, and that is not fair to us either.” 

“But I said yes.” You replied, your voice a lot less confident than it was a minute ago. 

“So what? This entire time you’ve been saying yes because of money?” 

“Well, yeah? I have a lot to pay for! Would you keep me around if I said no?!” You snapped back defensively. 

Natasha stood up then, not able to stay still, her eyes full of anger as she looked at you. “We would discuss, renegotiate, find a common ground! It’s fucked up of you to put us in this position! As dominants we rely on you to be honest, we rely on your consent! You lying to us destroys that! It turns us into abusers when we thought this whole time you wanted it too!”

“But I did consent!”

“Because of money! That changes the dynamic entirely! Do you not understand that? That is a huge power imbalance! Something we were not aware of and something that needs a different approach! And a hell of a lot more communication!” She shot back, her voice raising by each sentence. 

“But you’ve been paying me this whole time! You knew I needed the money!” You tried to defend, only for Natasha to immediately jump in. “You said you ‘wanted’ money! We did not know we were supporting your livelihood! That you were that dependent on us! That makes this entire situation a lot more fragile! Entirely jeopardizes your consent! Do you get that?!” 

“Nat…” 

“No, I’m angry Wanda! This isn’t fair to us! We did not consent to this!”

“Okay, let’s just…take a step back, okay?” Said Wanda as she raised her arms, trying to defuse the situation, only for Natasha to scoff and sit down on a separate sofa to your right. 

Wanda seemed to pay her no mind as she sat down next to you, her hand reaching out to gently touch your knee. “What is this really about? Have you really been saying yes this entire time even though you didn’t like anything we were doing?”

“No, I mean, I did like most of it, just not…everything?” You said quickly as you gave her a sheepish look. “But why does that matter anyway? You’re the one in charge. Even if you didn’t pay me, aren't I supposed to do what you say anyway?”

Wanda sighed, giving you a sad look. “Honey…no. That’s not how this is supposed to work…”

“But you gave me a list?” You murmured, your voice insecure. Now they were going to find out you had no idea about any of this, they were going to throw you out. 

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, quickly looking at Natasha to make sure she heard right. “What list?” 

“The one with the things you like…” You whispered shamefully. 

Wanda shook her head as she squeezed your knee. “But that wasn’t us telling you what you had to do. That was us clarifying what we like and what we don’t. We can’t do something unless everyone wants it. Why else would we give you your own list to fill?” 

“I don’t know?! To make sure we match?” 

“Jesus…” Muttered Natasha, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Nat…”

“No, we gave you that list to make sure we don’t cross your boundaries. So that what we do in the bedroom is enjoyed by every party involved.” Replied Wanda softly, thinking back on the time you had spent together, hoping to find a moment when you might have needed to stop but didn’t, only for her to remember the last time you were together. 

“Last Saturday, when we used the cane…” She started gently. “You cried afterwards. Was that just because it was a lot or because you needed to stop and we didn’t?” 

“I-, uhh…” You looked up, giving them both a sheepish look. 

“Guess that answers it…” Scoffed Natasha. 

You looked away guiltily, only sparing Natasha one quick look, but that was more than enough for her to put the pieces together.  

It hit her then, when she really looked at you, when she saw that look in your eyes. The exhaustion, the shame, the pain. She knew that look. She had seen it in Wanda’s eyes that one time when they were still only trying to figure out what they liked and what they didn’t. She remembered the dread that filled her when she realized she had no idea what to do, and she promised herself she would never again be that unprepared. 

Sub drop. You weren’t just tired, you didn’t just have a headache. You were deep in sub drop and probably had been since Saturday. Without any one of you realizing it. 

“Why didn’t you use your safeword?” Natasha asked as her frustration kept increasing, though it was beginning to take on an entirely different edge. 

“Because I didn’t need to.” You shrugged, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What kind of a stupid question was that?

 “You obviously did.” Natasha immediately shot back, only for you to shrug. “I wasn’t in danger…”

That made Natasha roll her eyes, not believing what she was hearing. “Is that what you think safeword is for?” 

“Isn’t it?” 

“No, you use it anytime something is wrong.” Wanda clarified, her voice a lot calmer than her wife’s, but you only gave a look full of confusion. “But nothing was wrong.” 

“You not enjoying it is wrong! That means you use your safewords! You didn’t and now you’re going through a sub drop…” Muttered Natasha, her voice full of annoyance. 

Wanda’s eyes flashed with recognition. How did she not see this sooner?

“I-, what?” You stared at her, completely puzzled. What the fuck was she talking about?

“Sub drop? Do you not know what that is?” Asked Wanda only for you to shake your head no. 

“Do you actually have any experience with this? Or was that a lie too?” Natasha snapped, not being able to hold her emotions back, despite how sorry she felt for you.  

“I-, I just really needed the money…” You whispered as you lowered your head in shame.

“Fucking hell…” She shook her head in disbelief. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s all just calm down, yeah? This has been a lot for all of us.” Said Wanda, sensing the conversation was beginning to heat up again. 

“I…I really don’t mind going upstairs.” You murmured after a few minutes of silence, but Natasha quickly snapped back, her tone harsher than she intended. “No, there’s no way we’re going upstairs. Not after this.” 

You flinched at the tone, taking in a shallow breath, while the tears that had been threatening to spill since this conversation started finally running free. “Look, I’m sorry, I-” 

“Hey, no…” Started Natasha as she stood up and inched closer, crouching in front of you and placing her hand on your other knee.  

“We-, we’re not angry with you. I mean, I kind of am, but you need to understand that you held up a lot of information from us. The kind of information that have a huge impact on how this whole dynamic works. You need to understand that it’s incredibly upsetting to find out that we’ve been unknowingly hurting you this entire time when we thought this was something we all enjoyed. Not just me and Wanda.” 

“But I really did enjoy a lot of what we did.” You tried, your voice weak as you desperately tried to dry your tears. 

“But did you initially want to do everything we suggested? Or were you only agreeing to everything because you thought we wouldn’t pay you? Or because you thought that as a submissive you were supposed to say yes to everything?” Asked Wanda, needing you to see their side of things.  

“But I did say yes, didn’t I? So why does it matter?” You shrugged indifferently. 

“A yes isn’t a full yes if you don’t understand what it is that you’re agreeing to, why you’re agreeing to it or if there are other things influencing your decision.” Said Natasha, her voice finally a bit softer. 

You didn’t dare respond anymore, letting the words and their meaning truly wash through you. You leaned back against the cushions, closing your eyes, willing the tears to finally stop.  

“How about we just let it go for tonight, hm? We can talk about it more later when we all feel a bit calmer, yeah?” Said Wanda after a moment. 

She knew you needed to talk a lot more, to really get to the bottom of this, but right now there was a lot bigger issue to deal with. You were in full sub drop for the past few days, you were drowning and they needed to help you. They needed to fix this. 

“Talk to us. How do you feel?” She murmured as she squeezed your knee gently. You gave her a small shrug, unsure how to explain what was happening in your body.  “I don’t know…tired? Achy?”

“Did you sleep enough since Sunday?" 

“I slept a lot actually, but every time I woke up I just felt more exhausted.” She nodded, trying to think of how they could help you, only to realize how difficult that was when you barely knew someone. 

“Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?” She asked you, feeling lost, but trying her best to hide it. If only she knew you were just as lost. “I…I don’t really know?”

“Okay…” She nodded. “Did you bring any spare clothes?” 

“Yeah, they’re in my bag.” You said as you pointed to the bag you left by the front door when you got to their house. 

“Okay. What do you say we go upstairs, get changed while Nat gets us some snacks and we just spend the evening watching tv and relaxing? Does that sound good?” She asked, not sure what else she could do for you, but you still looked up and gave her a small nod accompanied with a soft smile. “Yeah…yeah, that sounds nice.” 

“Perfect. Let’s go.” Said Wanda, sounding much cheerier. She held out her hand to you as she stood up, which you took immediately. 

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Wanda pushed the door to the guest room open, letting you step in first while she carried your bag. She set it on the bed, gently stopping you when you tried to reach for it. “Let me help, yeah?” 

You nodded, not feeling like denying her that request when she spoke to you like that. She reached in and pulled out a shirt along with a pair of shorts, holding them up for you to see. “These ones?”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you tried to take them again, only for her to pull her hand back. “I said I would help.” She teased as she stood in front of you. 

She tossed the clothes on the bed next to you, grabbing the hem of your shirt but making no move to pull it up. “Arms up, honey.” 

You did as she asked, and she swiftly took the shirt off, unclasping your bra next. You fought the urge to hide, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than ever before. They had undressed you dozens of times before, but it had never felt this exposing. 

It was almost as if Wanda could sense the uneasiness, quickly taking the new shirt and pulling it over your head. She knelt then, leaving you speechless and your knees weak. You were always the one on your knees, never the other way around. Her fingers drifted to the button on your shorts, undoing it and gently pulling the short off, but you still let out a painful hiss as the fabric brushed over your butt. 

“What is it?” Wanda asked immediately as she freezed, looking up at you with worried eyes.

“Nothing…” You quipped, but Wanda was already craning her neck to see what was wrong. She gasped, only seeing a fraction of the dark red lines that still hadn’t disappeared, but it was more than enough for her. 

“God, did you use the lotion I gave you?” Asked Wanda as pulled the shorts all the way down, eyeing the angry lines across your backside, not able to look away. 

“I-, uh, no…” You murmured, shame washing over you. 

“Honey…” She sighed, her tone more sad than disapproving, but it still curled tightly in your chest. “Give me a second.” She mumbled as she stood up, leaving the room abruptly. You stood there awkwardly, your sleep shirt falling just above your hips, leaving you in nothing but panties from the waist down. 

She didn’t take too long to come back thankfully, stepping back in with a tub of cream in her hand and sitting down on the bed. 

“Come on, over my lap.” She murmured as she beckoned you over, though you made no move to follow, standing glued in place as blush spread over your cheeks. 

Wanda smiled cheekily as she teased you. “Oh, don’t get shy on me now. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.” 

“I know, I know. It’s just different.” You muttered, moving an inch closer, but it was enough for her to grasp your hand and pull you in.

She gently manoeuvred you over her lap, the action familiar for both of you. “I know, I get it.”

You settled down easily, folding your hands in front of yourself to rest your head. 

“Look…” Started Wanda as she unscrewed the cap, squeezing a bit of the cream onto her palm. “The truth is, me and Natasha had never done this before, have someone else be a part of our sex life.”  

You flinched slightly as her palm touched your skin, the coldness catching you off guard. “Sorry…” She mumbled as she pulled her hand back slightly, letting you adjust. 

“When we first started to get into this sort of lifestyle, we'd already been dating for a few years at that point. We explored and figured out what we liked together. Neither of us had a single reason to lie about what we enjoyed and what was an absolute no, because we’ve always loved and trusted each other, but I guess we failed to realize it wouldn’t be like that with everyone.” Her voice was heavy as she spoke, and you didn’t dare interrupt her, somehow knowing that she needed to let it out as much as you needed to hear it. 

“And I guess we didn’t really realize that a dynamic involving money could have its own obstacles. And that it could attract people for more serious reasons than just easy extra money or sex.” 

“We should’ve pressed, asked more, checked in more often. I’m sorry that we didn’t. But it wasn’t because we didn’t care, it just genuinely didn’t occur to us that you would feel the need to lie, because we’ve never felt the need to do that with one another.” 

Silence settled in the room for a bit, while she worked the cream into each irritated line, making sure not to miss anything. 

She spoke again, quieter than before, vulnerability seeping into her words. “And I’m sorry we were so distant and if that impacted you negatively too.” 

“Honestly, we weren’t that thrilled about bringing an extra person into our sex life but we both really wanted someone to help us balance out what we wanted in the bedroom.” Her hand moved gently, working the last bits of the cream into your skin, tapping your hip once she finished, letting you know to stand up.

You looked down at her but she didn’t dare meet your eyes yet, instead reaching for the sleep shorts, holding them up for you. Your hands immediately went up to her shoulders for support, stepping into them carefully. “At the same time, we were both scared it would mess with our marriage and I guess that made us keep more distance from you than necessary. I guess that was also why we never asked more or checked in with you more. Asking means caring, and the second you start to care it complicates things. We wanted to avoid that.” She sighed, her hands resting on your hips as she pulled the shorts up. 

“We just…wanted to protect our marriage, you know?” She muttered, squeezing your hips. You could hear a subtle sorrow slipping through her words.

She stood up then, moving her hands up your body until she was softly holding your jaw to make you look at her, her voice more serious than you had ever heard before. “We’ll do better from now on, but we need you to meet us halfway, yeah? This dynamic cannot work if there’s no trust, and trust doesn’t mean you not saying no because you think it will have negative consequences, okay?”

You nodded, your movements slightly limited, her hands holding you gently in place. “Okay…” 

She smiled at that, her eyes lighting up a bit. “Good.” Her hands finally let go, only to grab your hand and gently tag you along. “Let’s go downstairs. Natasha’s probably wondering what’s taking us so long.”

Natasha was still sitting on the sofa, deep in thought as she stared at the TV, though she immediately stood up as she saw the two of you appear. 

“I’m gonna go change, you guys pick something.” She murmured as she passed you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Wanda’s cheek. You weren’t sure if she was still angry or not, but she did look significantly calmer. 

Wanda led you towards the massive couch, not even giving you a chance to tuck yourself into the corner as she pulled you to sit next to her.

You watched her reach for the remote, picking through different options.

“Lay down.” She murmured as she patted her lap but you only stared at her, puzzled by the suggestion. 

“Come on, I know you’re tired.” She patted again, a bit firmer as she smiled teasingly.

You still hesitated for a second, but the quick look she shot you was enough for you to listen. It wasn’t quite the same warning one she would give you in the bedroom but eerily similar. 

You inched closer, laying your head down in her lap, her free hand immediately moving up to play with your hair. You felt your body relax, your muscles finally letting go as you settled down. 

It all felt too weird. The pet names, the casual touches, the idea of just simply sharing the same space without doing anything. Neither of them had ever done that. They’d never even kissed you. All in hopes of preserving their marriage. But maybe this was what Wanda meant. Maybe this was their way of doing better.

Wanda silently clicked through the different options, trying to find an appropriate movie. You barely paid attention, not even sure how much time had passed by the time Natasha returned and settled on Wanda’s other side. 

Wanda quickly pressed play, after checking if you liked what she picked, to which you just gave her a mindless nod, fully aware you were not going to pay attention anyway. Her hand never stopped stroking your hair, every now and then stopping to gently scratch at the nape of your neck.

Only after the second movie was finished did they finally take you upstairs, this time for an entirely different reason than all the other times before. And you couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief, knowing that tonight you wouldn’t have to pretend to be okay. You could simply just be. 

Saturday was spent pretty much the same, only chilling around the house, watching TV and occasionally eating something. By the time you went to bed that night, your mind and heart felt lighter than in the past 3 years.

But as you left their house on Sunday morning and another payment arrived to your account, anxiety seized you suddenly. You couldn’t help but wonder—would you come back again? 

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That anxiety didn’t disappear throughout the week, if anything it only increased as time went by, and then reached its peak when Natasha texted you on a Wednesday morning. 

Could you come over tonight? Same time as always. 

You had never met up during the week, the sudden change making you panic. You were sure this was going to be it. They were going to fire you. Get rid of you just like you expected. 

You replied with an agreement despite the anxiety because truly, there was no point in trying to run from it. You could find another job, or take on extra shifts, maybe even find another couple. You would make it work even without them. 

Or at least that was what you thought at first. You weren’t so sure of that by the time you knocked on their door in the evening. 

Maybe they just wanted to make up for the weekend and have sex tonight? That seemed quite unlikely for them though, but still, you were willing to do anything to hold onto this job. 

Wanda was the one to open the door this time, your voice catching in your throat as you saw her. “Hi…” 

“Hey, come on, come inside.” She gave you a wide smile as she saw you, opening the door wider to usher you in. 

She led you to the kitchen first, just like always, and there you were greeted with Natasha sitting by the table. The moment eerily reminded you of your first time at their house, the anxiety you had felt, the way your hand had shaken the entire time. Even Natasha carried the same look in her eyes as she had back then—serious and professional. 

“We need to talk.” She spoke as you sat down, her tone warmer than you expected, but it still made panic rise in your chest, your heart suddenly beating faster as your limbs went cold. 

Still, you just swallowed and held your head high, ready to take whatever she was about to throw at you. “If you’re about to fire me, then you can just say so and I can leave. We don’t need to have a whole discussion about it.” 

“We’re not firing you.” She replied simply, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “You’re…not?”

“No, we’re not. Besides, we wouldn’t fire you just like that. We’re aware we’re paying you a lot of money, though we weren’t aware you were that dependent on it. Regardless, we wouldn't just cut you off like that.” Wanda said as she sat down, looking at you softly. 

“So what? You would give me a 2-weeks notice?” You chuckled, nervously playing with your fingers.  

“Basically.” Natasha nodded curtly. 

Your eyes darted nervously across the table, only now noticing the stack of papers. Natasha reached for the one on the top and tore it down the middle, the action so quick you couldn’t even tell what was on it. Then she reached for another one, placing it in front of you along with a pen. “Let’s do this again. Truthfully this time. Hard limits, something we don’t do no matter what. Soft limits, something you’re curious to try, only if you feel like it. And lastly, what you do like.” 

You stared at her, completely shocked, expecting everything except for this. Natasha reached for another paper, putting that one in front of herself and Wanda. “First we go through the things we have tried already.” 

She looked up then, after getting no response from you, her eyes momentarily darting towards the pen, silently telling you to pick it up and start writing. You picked it up swiftly, waiting for her to start.  

“Bondage?” She started, her voice serious, resorting back to her business-like persona. You truly wondered how she could talk about these things as if she was discussing a weekly grocery list. 

“I like that.” You replied as you looked away shyly. 

“Do you like to be tied up with everything?” Wanda asked, but you only tilted your head in confusion, though she was quick to clarify.  “Like rope, cuffs…”  

“Oh, yeah, I liked it all.” You murmured, blush spreading through your cheeks as you remembered all the times they had tied you up in the past, but Natasha seemed to pay no mind to your reactions as she moved on. 

“Spanking?” She looked up, waiting for your response, which came quickly. “I like that too.” 

“Be more specific.” Wanda reminded you, her eyes stern when you glanced at her. You couldn’t believe they were making you talk about everything so specifically, but you couldn’t really blame them.  

“I- uhh, I like it with a hand, and a paddle and a belt.” You stuttered a bit as you tried to give them a more concrete answer.  

“The rest goes under hard limits.” Natasha ordered, but the firmness of her words made you panic. You were willing to compromise. 

“Wait-” You tried, but Natasha quickly interrupted you. “No.” 

“But-” 

“Was that something you enjoyed?” Wanda asked, her voice a lot softer than Natasha’s. You kept opening your mouth only to close it again, your instincts fighting against the truth. You sighed in the end and murmured. “Well…no…”

“Is that something you’re willing to try again?” Natasha asked as she raised her eyebrows, wondering whether you were going to respond truthfully. 

You desperately wanted to say yes, but something deep inside didn’t let you, knowing that now was not the time to lie. “I-, I don’t think so…”

“Write the rest under hard limits.” Said Natasha, her tone carrying a hint of finality, which you didn’t dare to fight, doing as she said. 

“Anal?” Natasha asked next. You gave it a bit of thought before answering. “I liked the plug…but when you used the strap that was…I don’t know…a bit weird.” 

“Weird how?” She asked, not to coax you into changing your answer, but to make sure that no line was never crossed again, that you were never hurt again.   

You only shrugged, not knowing how to answer. “I don’t know, just weird.”  

“Is that something you would like to try again?” Asked Natasha, looking at you curiously. You pondered for a moment, giving them a small nod. “I think so...” 

“Do you want to put it under a soft limit?” Wanda asked, giving you a bit of direction, but still letting you make your own decision. “Yeah.”

“Blindfold?” You heard Natasha ask, but your mind immediately went to that one time they decided to blindfold you, remembering the panic that seized you back then and you shook your head immediately. “I didn’t like that.” You murmured. “It was scary.” 

You went on like that for almost an hour, going through all the things you had and hadn’t tried, both women making sure that everything is properly discussed and agreed on. You relaxed as the conversation went on, finding it easier to answer honestly as time went by. 

Neither woman was really surprised to see your ‘I like it’ list shrinking while your ‘hard limits’ list doubled in size, finally feeling like the list belonged to a person and not to a robot. 

You moved on to safewords then, both women taking their time to explain everything thoroughly. But Natasha still wanted to make sure you had understood everything perfectly. 

“Safewords. Tell me what they mean.” She ordered, staring at you intensely, but you were quick to reply. “Red, stop. Yellow, slow down or take a break. Green, keep going.” 

“Good.” She nodded before continuing. “If you’re tied up, and your arms start hurting, you lose feeling in them or you simply don’t like it anymore, what do you say?” 

“Red or yellow.” You answered immediately. 

“If we’re spanking you, and it hurts in a bad way or you feel like you’ve had enough, what do you say?” 

“Red or yellow.” 

“If you get scared, anxious, tired and want to go to bed, you need to go to the bathroom, what do you say?” 

“Red or yellow.” 

She stopped for a moment, nodding in approval but the tension in her body was evident. She really needed you to understand this, to know how to use these words properly. 

“When do you say green?” She asked as she looked straight into your eyes, intensity written all over. You let out a heavy breath as you answered. “When I’m enjoying myself, I like what’s happening and I want to keep going.” 

You went through a few more things, spending about another half an hour on all of it to make sure everyone was on the same page. Only then Natasha finally pulled out the last page, the one that would carry all of your signatures. It was then that you realized both the pen and your heart felt lighter than the first time you did this, finally not feeling like you were going against yourself. 

You looked up at them once you put the pen down, finding them staring at you with soft eyes which gave you enough courage to speak up. “Are we…are we gonna go upstairs?” 

“Is that something you want?” Wanda tilted her head, surprise flicking through her face. 

You pondered for a moment, giving them a shy nod. “Yeah…” 

“Are you absolutely sure?” She asked again, looking at you expectantly. 

You didn’t respond immediately, Wanda’s words from last weekend flashing through your head.

We need you to meet us halfway, yeah?

“I’m sure. I promise.” You said, giving them a shy smile, and for the first time you actually felt excitement spark within you at what was to come. 

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Your eyes darted nervously across the room. You weren’t sure why they decided to bring you into the guest room instead of their playroom, finding the sudden change a bit nerve racking. Wanda quickly interrupted your stream of thoughts as she spoke, breaking the silence in the room. 

“Is there anything you want us to do?” Wanda asked as she stroked your cheek, looking at your naked form laying on the bed. 

“I think I want to be tied up.” You murmured timidly, but Natasha quickly fixed you with a stern look as she turned around. “You think?” 

You gulped, hoping to appear more confident as you spoke again. “I know.” 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, honey.” Wanda asked, her eyes shining with unspoken concern. 

“I’m sure, totally. I want it. I told you, I like it.” You rambled, desperately needing them to speed it up a bit. Natasha chuckled when she heard you, knowing just what kind of night you were in for. 

She left the room suddenly, probably to get the cuffs from the playroom, you supposed they didn’t keep that stuff around here. You were proven right when she walked in, holding a pair of cuffs in one hand and a vibrator in the other. She handed the cuffs to Wanda, who made a quick job of fastening them around your wrists and securing them against the headboard. 

She turned around then, sitting down on a cushioned chair in a corner, the view allowing her to see everything perfectly. She laughed gently when she saw your confused expression. “It’s just you and Nat tonight, honey. She has a lesson to teach you.” 

You wanted to respond, to ask what she meant, but the sound of the vibe coming to life immediately made you turn your head towards Natasha, who sat patiently between your legs. 

You thought she would tease you, try to make you work for it, but you were wrong. Not even 5 seconds later that vibe was pressed against your core, clearly set on the highest setting and you let out a small scream as you squirmed, the sudden wave of pleasure catching you off guard. She was clearly trying to work you up quickly, which was never a good sign when it came to Natasha. 

You settled into the pleasure after a minute, your hips beginning rocking against it. She circled the vibe occasionally, just to slightly torture you, but she held it in place for the most part, letting you set the pace. 

You weren’t sure what her plan was, but you guessed it was probably working, because less than 5 minutes later you felt yourself rapidly approaching the peak. Natasha could tell too, as your moans grew higher and your movements got more erratic. 

She spoke suddenly, her voice a bit hoarse from being quiet for a while. “When do you use yellow?”  

“Wha-” You stuttered, your words disappearing as a moan ripped through you. You were almost there, just a little longer… 

“Wait, no!” You whimpered as she pulled the vibe away, your thighs trying to close but she held them open. Your breaths came out heavy, and you stared at her in disbelief, but she stared at you fully composed as she spoke again. 

“I can do this all night. When do you use yellow?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to think while your brain slowed down from the need. “When-, when I need a break…” 

“And…?” She coaxed, holding the vibe just above your clit. You tried moving your hips, but she just pulled the vibe further away, waiting for you to respond.  

You tilted your head back, desperate whine leaving your lips. “And when I need something to change.” 

“Good girl.” She cooed as she pressed the vibe back to your clit, working you up again. It didn’t take too long, your hips desperately chasing after that high you almost had before Natasha roughly took it away.  

“When do you use red?” She asked when she knew you were getting close again, a cruel smile adoring her lips, which you didn’t see with your eyes squeezed shut.  

“When-, fuck, when I need to stop!” You answered quickly, focusing more on rocking your hips against the toy, but Natasha was going to make sure she would have your full attention. 

“What’s a reason to stop?” 

Is she actually turning this into a lecture?

“I-, I don’t know?! When I’m in pain?!” You tried, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for her as she pulled away again. You whimpered, trying to hold back as much as you could just so you wouldn’t end up with a ruined orgasm. You knew too well how painful those could be. 

“Try again.” She ordered, but gave you a minute to recover, waiting patiently, while you tried to catch your breath. You looked at her desperately, barely able to find words so she decided to help you out. “If you’re in pain, if something’s wrong, or if you just simply don’t want to keep going anymore.” 

“Mhm…” You nodded frantically, barely paying her any mind. 

“Repeat it.” She muttered sternly, pressing the vibe against you only to pull it away a second later, the action resulting in a tiny whimper.  

“If I’m in pain, something’s wrong or just wanna stop.” You repeated quickly, barely not stumbling over your words. 

“Good girl.” She murmured, the vibe finally returning to your clit and you let out a high pitched whine. She circled it slowly, pressing harder just until moans were slipping past your lips. 

“What do we never suggest? What’s entirely off the table?” She asked and you groaned, wondering just how much longer you would have to endure this. Your hips moved relentlessly, while your arms pulled at the cuffs, wanting to just snatch the vibe from her arms and finally get the one thing she had been denying you. You really fucked yourself over when you suggested the cuffs.  

“Hard limits.” You replied through clenched teeth, every muscle pulled tight, as you willed yourself not to cum without their permission. You whined, not sure you could hold back any longer. “Can I please cum?” 

“Not yet.” She answered simply as she pressed the vibe harder against you. “If we suggest something that’s not a hard limit, but you don’t want to do it, what do you say?”

You didn’t respond, only catching the ‘no’ before your eyes closed and your mind went blank, but they immediately snapped open when Natasha pulled the vibe away again. Your hips tried chasing after her, but she firmly held you down.

“What do you say?” She repeated, her voice harsher. 

“I-, uh…I say no.” You mumbled, which she rewarded by pressing the vibe back against you, your hips immediately moving against it. “Exactly.”  

Your moans filled the room as you got closer and closer each second, you were almost there, you almost had it, and when Natasha didn’t ask you anything for a while you naively thought she would finally let you cum. 

“Why do we use safewords?” She asked suddenly, but you were barely coherent at this point. “Huh?” 

“Safewords. Why do we use them?” She asked again, deciding to give you a bit of grace, but she pulled away nonetheless. Tears were rapidly falling down your face at this point, the continuous denial driving you crazy. 

You mouth moved, but no sound came out, not sure what she wanted you to say, what response she was looking for.

“To make sure everyone’s safe.” She answered for you, her voice stern but not unkind. You only nodded in agreement, but her hand squeezed your hip in warning. “Repeat it.” 

“To make sure everyone’s safe.” You mumbled, your brain basically a soup at this point. 

“Including you.”

“Including me.” 

You squirmed uncontrollably, seconds away from cumming. You opened your eyes to look at Natasha, the desperation clear in your eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please, please! Can I cum?” You screamed, your body desperately trying to stop the inevitable. 

Only then did Natash finally take mercy on you, muttering the words you’ve been dying to hear. “Go on, cum for me.” 

Your body spasmed immediately, whimpers turning into sobs as the relief finally washed over you. You pulled at cuffs harshly, the pleasure overwhelming you. 

Natasha held the vibe in place for a bit, helping you ride it out, only pulling away once your body went limp against the bed. 

You weren’t sure who did what next, you felt the cuffs come off, and someone pulling you in until you were pressed against their chest, whimpers constantly passing through your lips.

You were sure you blacked out for a moment, not hearing anything except for your own ragged breaths. It wasn’t until minutes later that Wanda’s voice finally broke through the haze in your brain, her tone so soft it could put you to sleep. “Good girl. You did so well, honey.”  

You shifted slightly, the action immediately catching their attention. 

“How do you feel?” Asked Natasha, caressing your cheek, the action so unfamiliar from her that it immediately brought you back. 

“Good, so good. I feel like my brain is empty.” You mumbled dreamily, closing your eyes again, staying quiet for a few more minutes. 

“Fuck…” You muttered, letting out a heavy breath before speaking, your heart still beating frantically as you looked at Natasha, amusement slipping into your words. “Did you…did you actually quiz me while edging me?” 

She shrugged nonchalantly, but you could still see the corners of her mouth lift slightly. “I wanted to make sure the lesson would stick.” 

“Think you succeeded.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes again, trying to calm down. 

“We will see.” She mused, her fingers never leaving your cheek.  

They let you rest for a bit longer, before getting up to help get you ready for bed. They moved in unison, one cleaned you up while the other got you dressed, lending you their clothes since you didn’t bring any, not expecting to spend the night. Wanda helped you drink some water and eat a small snack, while Natasha brought you an extra charger for your phone. By the time they finally laid you down and covered you with a duvet you were already halfway asleep, and both women quietly walked towards the door. 

Wanda turned to you one last time as she grabbed the doorknob. “If you need something, come get us, okay?” She murmured, the firmness clear even if her voice remained soft.  

“Okay.” 

“Goodnight, honey.” She whispered.

“Goodnight.” You mumbled, your eyes closing before you could even register that they didn’t close the door to your room. They left their own door slightly open too, hoping this little gesture would make it easier to come to them in case you needed them throughout the night. 

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