When the session was over, I rang p (who was waiting in the park) and told him to come to V's house. I'd already told Crys I'd do this and arranged his reception with Her and V. p had no idea whether the initial meeting was going to be pure vanilla or if he'd have to show his sub credentials. Of course, he did. I was showing him off.
V's dungeon slave opened the door and showed him into Her living room where Me and Crys were sitting (V was in the next room taking a private call). p entered, all shy and awkward, not knowing how he was meant to greet us and defaulting to smiling nervously and raising his hand in a vague, general "Hello".
"Hi, slave", I said, signalling that this was NOT a vanilla meet. "Crys, this is my slave p. p, ask Crystal if She will allow you to kiss Her feet." I knew She would as we'd spoken about it beforehand, but he didn't and had to force out "Please, Madam, may I kiss your feet?" in a meek, faltering voice.
Crys gave me a sly smile, then turned to p and in an exaggerated, stern tone, "You MAY. Come here and kneel before Me". You could tell She was an actress.
p knelt and kissed the thong of each of her sandals once, then awaited further instructions. He was playing safe, not presuming to kiss flesh when the Lady was shod.
"Now Me," I instructed and he hobbled over and repeated the act, except I signalled he could kiss flesh. As he did so, V walked in.
"Oh and don't forget to ask Mistress V", I reminded him, though he hadn't really had time to register Her entrance. He turned toward Her and asked if he could kiss Her feet. He had done so many times before, so wouldn't have found that nearly so embarrassing. She gave Her permission in a sharp, grudging tone and he snapped to it.
I had him kneel beside Me while we all had a quick chat about the sesh and congratulated Crys on her debut. V, who had said She couldn't come to the pub, told Her She would ring Her soon and give Her some more detailed feedback. The rest of us then made tracks to the boozer for a longer talk about Me and p.
Crys isn't a drinker. She just had one rum and coke the whole time we were there and She was more interested in ordering food. Accordingly, I held back too, not wanting to look like a lush. I also made a point of telling p he could speak freely, though that basically just meant he didn't have to call Me Mistress or request permission to speak.
I went through the story of how we 'got together', but I won't repeat that here as most of you already know it. Crystal also wanted to know how I control p in our everyday lives, BDSM activity aside. I think She wanted to be sure that it wasn't all just BDSM roleplay. She was particularly interested in whether I dominated p financially.
I told Her that I didn't take his money because I don't need it; I'm comfortably off and actually better off than him. I know all about his finances, but I let him manage them day to day as he's quite sensible. I would expect him to talk to Me about any significant changes, but in practice that rarely arises as he's not inclined to make them.
She seemed really surprised by that. She wondered how I could be so sure he was being sensible if I didn't keep a close eye on his spending, but I assured Her that I knew p. He wasn't one to splash out unnecessarily and there was no way he would ever do so without telling Me (except possibly if it was something for Me).
I explained that if I asked to see his bank documents, he wouldn't hesitate to show Me (and had in the past); but I saw no need. I know him and I trust him. It's more likely that he'd talk to me about some decision I didn't really care about than that he'd ever keep anything from Me.
She accepted that, but asked where, in that case, was the element of control. I told Her, darling, he does anything I want; and not just when he fancies being dominated, but pretty much whenever I want. If I wanted him to come to me at 3am just to scratch my nose, he would do it on the double. His life revolves around me.
I pointed out that he spends hours each week cleaning my flat, looking after my stuff and running errands for Me. Okay, he likes serving Me, but I know there are still particular jobs he doesn't like and times when he'd really rather be doing something else; nevertheless, if I say he has to do it, he sucks it up and does as he's told.
That seemed to strike home. Crys looked at p seemed to read in his eyes that it was true. She even repeated that last phrase and said how much She liked it. I asked if She wouldn't like Her man to 'suck it up and do as (She) told him' at times. She laughed. "Sometimes, yeah...Well, plenty of times actually".
Me and Her were just talking to one another most of the time. She tended to direct Her questions to Me and I answered them, just occasionally bringing p in to confirm what I told Her. Although he had permission to speak freely, his natural instinct was still to let us talk and only chip in when invited or addressed directly.
The conversation turned next to sex. I told Her that I rarely had sex with p: I don't really fancy him, he's not very good at it and he doesn't feel comfortable fucking anyway as he doesn't feel worthy. I explained that I have another slave I use for that, though I do let p pleasure Me with his tongue regularly.
Crys's eyes widened as She processed that information. "So how does he get off?" She asked, eventually. "Most of the time, he doesn't," I laughed. "He has to have my permission and lately he has to go at least two months before I let him come. When he does it's generally through supervised masturbation."
"Oh-my-days!" exclaimed Crys. "Are you serious?" I nodded and grinned. She looked at p as if to try to gauge from his looks whether it was true. He smiled back as if in confirmation.
"Wow. You guys really are serious. Do you lock him up in chastity all that time?"
"No", I explained, "Only when he's really struggling to cope. Then it's more of a kindness, though he hates it. The rest of the time he just uses will power".
"But you guys don't live together, right? So how do I know he's not wanking like crazy the rest of the time?"
I said that I knew because, again, I knew him. I knew how he acted if I teased him into coming 'early'; even though I'd effectively made him do it, he was still full of self-recrimination for not having the strength of will to hold out. Besides, I added, if he was regularly 'wanking on the quiet' I could tell by the condition of his penis.
When I described how pink and shiny it got after a few weeks chastity, She laughed so much Her coke went up her nose. "Is it like that now?" I nodded gleefully and told p to go to the gents and take a picture on his phone. Crys joked that She didn't normally look at dick pics, but She'd make an exception on this one occasion.
When She saw it, She reacted like it was a picture of a puppy. "Ah, bless him", She said, adding teasingly "He hasn't got much, has he?" p just smiled again. He knows he's not going to impress anyone with his dick and he's comfortable with that. You won't hurt him with Small Penis Humiliation. And he's really not exceptionally small.
Finally, Crys asked about my 'other slave' and how the whole 'three-way thing' worked. I described it as a "work in progress" and told her about the mistakes I'd made with the Pig when I first tried it. I assured Her I was taking things easier this time and explained how the main problem, for p and Me at least, was ensuring that he didn't end up serving m.
Crys seemed to be genuinely fascinated by all this. I asked her if it was something She was interested in doing Herself (i.e. having Her own personal consensual slave(s)). She said she didn't know; it seemed a lot to take on and She had other priorities just now, like Her acting career; but She wished Me luck and said what I'd done was 'amazing'.
I'm going to stop there for now. I may add some more in another post if I remember anything else.
[Image - p's AI. The man doesn't look a bit like him, but he says it gave him a beard in all the other attempts! You also need to ignore the pints as none of us were drinking them]
