Before my next session with Midnight, I had my first date with Toshinori. We met at a coffee bar, intending it to be a short get-together, but ended up talking for hours. Afterwards, he walked me home. Before I could invite him in, he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then said goodnight. I was torn between disappointment and relief.

When I found myself back at Curious again, I didn't scurry to the bar with my eyes on the floor like normal. Instead of ordering my usual matcha hai, I got a cassis orange. As I waited, I found myself looking around. On the dance floor, a mass of people were dancing, a tangle of bodies writhing along to the music. I wasn't ready to join them, but I could appreciate the way they moved together.

The front door opened and a bulky man with red hair came in. He took a seat down the bar and ordered a double shot of vodka. Soon, a tall woman with short blond hair came for him. A beautifully detailed tattoo of a dragon covered her entire arm and shoulder. She put a leash around the man's neck and made him get on all fours and crawl on the floor. As she led him across the room to the stairs, I caught myself smiling. Midnight came out the door as the other two were heading in, and she had to step over the man. My heart sped up at just the sight of her.

Once we were in her room, she stood and watched me. "You've come so far in such a short time, Jade. I don't think you'll need the blindfold anymore, but if you want it on, just ask. Now, undress for me."

I was eager to make her proud, and surprisingly, my nerves held steady. Soon my clothes were in a pile on her floor.

She smiled approvingly. "Tonight, I want to try two new things. First, I'm going to use a more realistic toy, with a strap-on harness. It won't be so different from the vibrators we've used, but this way it will feel more like intercourse. Does that sound good so far?"

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded.

"Second, I want to bring someone else in to watch. They won't touch you, but I want you to be comfortable with a man around. Would you be willing to give that a try?"

I started to feel a little anxious. "Yes, Mistress."

She cupped my face in her hands. "I have no doubt you're going to do just fine. Any questions?"

"Who is he?"

"That part is a surprise, but I'm pretty confident with my choice. If you don't like him, we can throw him out. Remember in this room, what I say goes."

I nodded. "I trust you."

"Then get on the bed," she smiled. I hurried to obey. As I laid down onto my back, she tied my knees down the same as the last time. Then she stretched my arms to the sides and tied my wrists down as well. "I want you completely relaxed," she explained. I tested the binds; they were soft, but didn't have much give.

Midnight trailed her hands over my body. For once, I didn't fret about my soft upper arms, or the scar across my belly. Watching her touch me was hypnotic.

Then she showed me the vibrator she would use. I found myself impressed by how realistically it was shaped. The color was less believable; it was a pastel lavender. She switched it on, and ran it over the palm of my hand. It felt realistic, too. I braced myself for the panic, but to my surprise, I was okay. Calm, even. Eager.

I let out a soft laugh, and I looked up to see her beaming with pride. "My brave gal," she whispered.

She fastened herself into the harness, and positioned herself between my legs. Only then did I feel my nerves start to rise.

Midnight ran her hands up and down my thighs. "Just think how incredible this will feel."

On all our previous visits she had me writhing and begging for more. I wanted her to take me there again. I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath. She pressed the head of it against me, and my body tensed up. "Yellow," I whimpered. "Damn it!"

She pulled back. "It's okay... open your eyes. It's just you and me, you're safe." I met her gaze. She reached down and stroked her fingers between my legs, making me inhale sharply. "That's it. I've got you. I'll make you feel so good." She kept rubbing me until my hips were lifting off the bed. Then with a gentle push, she slid the vibrator into me. For a brief second I tensed around it, but then the vibrations eased through me, and I felt myself start to relax. "Color?"

"Green." I relaxed, and let my shoulders fall back.

Midnight started to move. She slid in and out at a lazy pace, just slow enough that I could relish the shape and texture inside me. It felt very much like the real thing, and I was surprised how much I was already enjoying it.

She gradually started to go a little faster. Though she was still clothed, her breasts hung down toward me in the thin fabric, swaying as she moved. I wanted to touch her. I couldn't move my arms, but I could arch my hips up to meet her, and I did.

Midnight was soon pumping into me just like the men I had been with, only much better.

Then I heard the door open. For a moment I felt panic rise in my chest, but it was quickly drowned out by the pleasure and anticipation. I heard footsteps approaching. My focus was torn between Midnight and our mystery guest.

Then I saw him, the blond man with the ornery smile. Midnight had called him Hawks. She must have noticed the way he flirted with me, and how I had reacted. She slowed her pace a little as he drew near. His head tilted to one side, taking in the sight of us. "Fuck… you two are quite the picture." Slowly, he circled the bed, eventually leaving my line of sight.

Midnight smiled down at me. "I was right, wasn't I?"

"Yes, Mistress," I admitted.

The man appeared on my other side. When our eyes met, he winked. "Do you remember me?"

"Yes," I said, the word emphasized by Midnight's thrust.

"Mistress doesn't usually share; I must be pretty special to get invited." His voice was low and warm, and he smiled softly as his gaze traveled over me. "She said I'm allowed to look, but not touch. Only… rules are meant to be broken, so I brought this." He held up a red feather duster, and smirked. I looked at Midnight.

She smiled coyly at him. "You know I'll have to punish you later."

"Worth it," he grinned.

As Midnight kept up her steady movement, Hawks trailed the bundle of feathers up my right arm, from my wrist to my neck, making me shiver and gasp. He circled behind my head again, then ran the duster down my left arm, from my shoulder to my hand. My wrists jerked at the restraints as my limbs shook.

Midnight stroked her hands up my sides. "Color?"

"Green," I gasped. "Green!"

Hawks moved down to the side of the bed and teased the feathers slowly down my left side, from my hip to my ankle. My entire body trembled, my back arching up off the bed. He kept circling. I tried to brace myself for the sensation. Slower this time, he ran the duster up my right leg, from the top of my foot, up to my thigh. I cried out as a shiver ran through my body, the waves continuing long after he had moved away.

I was startled by an odd sensation; I felt something trickle down and pool beneath me. I looked up at Midnight, my eyes wide. "What was that?" I gestured with my head.

She beamed. "That's all you, dear. You're absolutely dripping wet." I was stunned, I didn't know that was even possible.

Hawks let out a low chuckle, sending another shiver through me. "Guess I should keep at it, then." He stood behind my head. The anticipation was driving me wild. Moving slowly and deliberately, he traced the feathers over my shoulders and chest. My body automatically rose into his touch, and my eyes shut as I pulled against my restraints. He moved the duster lower, teasing it over my breasts and my ribcage. I moaned, my hips bucking up.

Midnight switched up her pace, slowing her movements but pushing deeper. Hawks dragged the feathers over my stomach and down my left thigh again, just as Midnight hit a sensitive spot inside me. "Oh god!" I threw my head back as she hit it again. Hawks teased the feather duster up the side of my body. Before I knew it, I was coming, my toes curling and my arms pulling against the binds. All the while, Midnight eased me through it, telling me how great I was doing.

At last my body went limp, and I tried to catch my breath. Midnight covered me up, then loosened my restraints. I felt utterly relaxed and safe. I closed my eyes and soaked it in, as my racing heart slowed back to normal.

Midnight stroked my hair. "Now I'm going to deal with Hawks. Would you like to watch?"

I didn't know exactly what that entailed, but I nodded. "Yes, Mistress, very much."

She slid off the bed and walked over to Hawks. He was standing a few feet away with his back to us, his hands behind his head. Midnight must have told him to do so, but I had missed that part. She chose a paddle off the wall, and circled him slowly. "For breaking a rule, you must be punished. Drop your pants."

Without hesitation, he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, then put his hands behind his head again. I had a perfect view of his exquisite ass.

"How many whacks should I give you?" She turned to me. "Jade, choose a number between one and ten."

"Three, Mistress," I said. For some reason I was breathing hard again.

"You get three whacks," she told him. "Count for me." She smacked his bare ass with the paddle, hard enough to make him grunt.

"One, thank you Mistress." She hit him again. "Two, thank you Mistress." Again, and he whimpered. "Three, thank you Mistress."

"Good boy," she said. "You got off easy with only three. I'm certain it would have been more if you hadn't pleased Jade so well. You should thank her."

"Thank you, Jade," he said, his voice raspy. There were red marks where she had hit him.

Might came over and sat beside me on the bed. She lowered her voice. "Next time, I think the two of you should play together. What do you think?"

"Without you?"

"I'll be there the entire time, and he'll do what I tell him."

He glanced back at us over his shoulder. "You two are staring at my ass, aren't you? I've been working out. Can you tell?"

Midnight narrowed her eyes. "I didn't give you permission to speak." She turned back to me. "Don't overthink it. Do you want to fuck him?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Excellent." She got up. "Now I have to punish him again for speaking out of turn."