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I continue to nurse the crystal tumbler Olivia handed me some time ago, swirling the slowly melting ice cubes to mix with the remaining amber liquid. It was a week and a half ago when I told Olivia and Alex my answer, however we haven't been able to set anything in motion due to hectic case loads all three of us have had.
But tonight... that all changes.
Adjusting my position on the single sofa, I sit back from my previously leaning forward position as Alex pours the remaining red wine into Olivia's glass after having topped up her own from the crystal wine decanter. Alex sits back down next to Olivia on the double sofa opposite me and snuggles closer to her wife, folding her legs under her. To the average person that might have happened to accidentally stumble into the penthouse apartment, it would seem like we're just three women having after dinner drinks. Truth be told, we are... but we're also setting the rules, boundaries and guidelines before our scene in just a short while.
"What are your preferred safe words, Amanda?" Olivia asks before taking a sip of her wine.
"The traffic signal colours would be the main ones. That's what I used with Allegra during scenes," I reply. I also used green, yellow and red with... her. I rarely used those words, however, the one time I needed them the most, I couldn't say them.
Alex nods in understanding, "Good. Liv and I use those during our scenes too. We also have a backup word to stop, just in case. Is there a word you'd like to have as yours?"
"Umm..." I take a moment to consider what other word I could use to end the scene should I need to.
"My word is Velez," Alex says quietly. "I don't think I'll need to use it, but it's better to be informed of these things now."
"Vodka is mine," Olivia states, placing her wine glass back on the table that separates us.
Both of their safe words make sense to me. I know Cesar Velez was the Colombian drug lord that ordered Alex's shooting... and vodka... Olivia's told me about her conception and her mother's choice of drink in an attempt to quell the horrendous memories. Neither word would be said in error to have a scene end abruptly and nor will mine.
"My additional safe word will be..." The words rolls off my tongue without any hesitation, "... Atlanta."
Alex and Olivia exchange a brief glance but say nothing regarding my safe word. They know my safe word has a meaning just like theirs does, but I'm not going to explain my reasons to them for choosing it.
Olivia continues after a beat, "We don't get into edgeplay, scat or urophilia... nothing like that during our scenes. We're strictly bondage, discipline, domination and submission just like you did with Allegra at the club. Also, Alex and I each have a 'no' rule that we don't break and I think we'll extend that to our arrangement as well."
My curiosity is sparked by that statement, "A 'no' rule?"
Liv explains, "My 'no' rule is no facial slapping. Alex can slap or spank me anywhere on my body in discipline, but my face and head is a no go zone. I got enough of that from my mother growing up... I don't need that in the bedroom. This rule applies in reverse so I can slap or spank Alex anywhere but her face and head in discipline. Are you alright with that rule?"
"I'm fine with that," I confirm, swirling the liquid in the crystal tumbler again. "Getting slapped in the face doesn't me turn on in the slightest."
Alex reaches for her wine glass, "My 'no' rule is no spitting. I find it vile for obvious reasons, but the thought of using or having a mouthful of saliva used for lubricant... I draw the line at that. We have bottled lubricant if necessary..." She raises her glass and smirks, "... Not that you'll need any additional lubricant after we saw how wet you got with Allegra."
I feel my face redden at the sly reminder as Olivia says Alex's name quietly in chastisement. Dirty talk is quite a turn on of mine and Allegra was happy to use it while she whipped me with the riding crop and fucked me with the vibe. I've imagined on more than one occasion how wet I'll get when Olivia and Alex dominate me since I agreed to this, but I guess I'll find out for sure soon enough. I take a sip of now watered down whiskey to appear nonplussed.
"So those are our 'no' rules. What will your 'no' rule be so it applies to us when we start?" Olivia asks taking the now empty glass from Alex's grasp and placing both wine glasses back on the table.
Lowering the tumbler from my lips, my reply is immediate, "No anal."
She promised never to break that rule, and she never did... until after I told her what happened with Deputy Chief Patton.
Alex gives me a caring smile, "That's fine. Liv and I don't do that very often anyway. Amanda, if that's your 'no' rule, we're happy to oblige."
I nod in appreciation and silently exhale the breath I'd been holding.
Alex continues, "Liv and I also have a mutual agreement that neither of us will ever restrain the other with wrists behind our backs. To the front, above our head, or to the pieces of equipment are all acceptable, but never behind our backs. With myself having been shot in the shoulder and Liv being a police officer, we're both sure you'll appreciate that agreement as well."
"Very much so," I agree. That was another rule she promised never to break, but she did.
Olivia interlaces her fingers with her wife's, "Are there any questions you have for Alex and myself before we begin?"
I ask the one question I need to know, "What do I call each of you?"
"During our scenes, Alex calls me Mistress," Olivia replies before placing a delicate kiss on the back of Alex's hand.
Alex looks at Olivia lovingly, "Liv calls me Ma'am."
Oh thank goodness neither Alex and Olivia use the name Miss. She was Miss and I don't think I could use that name ever again. She ruined it.
"What name do you use?" Alex questions.
"I used to be called Slave but I would prefer not to be called that now..." I trail off. She ruined that too.
Olivia pulls me from my thoughts, "We prefer the name Pet during our scenes. Would you like to be called that in place of your old name?"
"Pet," I repeat quietly. Pet sounds much nicer than Slave. Less demeaning, more caring even. "I think I would prefer the name Pet."
"Pet it is then. Now, we all remember the SSC code?... Safe," Olivia starts off.
Alex adds, "Sane."
Before downing the last of my drink, I say the final word of the unofficial BDSM motto, "Consensual."
"Liv and I will go and get changed in our bedroom while you get settled in the playroom... it's the last door on the left down the hallway," Alex says as both she and Olivia stand up.
Olivia pauses and both she and Alex looks back over their shoulders at me, "Oh! And be naked and in the kneeled waiting position on the round rug by the time we enter the room with your hair in a low ponytail... Pet."
I feel a wave of excitement wash over me at hearing my brand new submissive name.
"Yes, Mistress... Yes, Ma'am," I acknowledge with my head lowered slightly, easily slipping into submission. I wait until I hear the closing of the bedroom door before I make my way to the playroom as quickly and quietly as I can.
My eyes sweep the large white room as I hastily shed my clothing. There is a sturdy black metal upside down 'T' shaped whipping frame that stands freely by itself, allowing access from all sides as opposed to a St Andrew's Cross which only allows access to either the front or the back at one time. The O-rings for ankle restraints are locked in place, but the O-rings for wrist restraints are adjustable on the vertical bars. The whipping frame is several feet away from what looks to be a four post California King sized bed with O-rings on each metal post. The bed is made up with just a single bed sheet covering the mattress and three standard pillows, all coloured black. On the other side of the bed stands a sturdy black metal and padded black leather angled spanking bench. A black metal and leather padded interrogation chair is in the corner diagonally opposite the whipping frame. I can tell these are all high quality pieces of equipment, higher than club standard even. The round black shag pile rug sits at the end of the bed on the white tiled floor, and the only other item in the room is just a small wooden stool off to the side to place my folded clothes. Once my clothes are folded neatly, I do as I'm asked and tie my hair back at my nape with a hair elastic that was sitting on the stool.
As gracefully as I can, I kneel down on the rug then sit back on heels with my thighs spread wide so Liv and Alex... I mean, Mistress and Ma'am can see all of me unrestricted. Not doing so could earn me a punishment right off the bat and I don't want to start off on the wrong foot. I rest my hands palms up on my thighs with my back held straight and my breasts pushed forward slightly. Normally I would hold my head high but keep my eyes lowered in submission like I did with her, but seeing this is my first time playing with Olivia and Alex, I keep my eyes lowered and bow my head in full submission. As soon as Alex and Olivia enter the room, they will see me but I know I'm not allowed to look at them unless I'm asked or told to do so. The one thing I'm missing is a collar but that can only be given by an owner, which I don't have any longer. As I wait, I begin to wonder what piece of equipment will be used for this scene... or pieces even?
The turning of the door handle draws my attention away from my thoughts. I hear the echoing sound of high heels taking a few steps inside the room before the door closes. I've heard this particular footstep before, the weight and pace tells me it's a certain blonde... but something is different this time. The steps are more precise... determined... dominating even. I chance the briefest glance up through my eyelashes and all I can see is a pair of leather thigh high 'come fuck me' stiletto boots stalking towards me.
Fuck me!
It's a sight I never thought I'd see from ADA Alex Cabot and I can't wait to see what the whole outfit really is... when or if I'm allowed, of course.
I hear a telltale sound slice through the air as the footsteps draw ever closer... the sound of a riding crop being wielded and warmed up, so to speak. I can't help that my heart rate picks up when I hear another whoosh cut through the silence, nor can I stop the throb building between my legs in anticipation. Finally, I see the signature red lacquered soles of those Christian Louboutin thigh high boots when Alex halts in front of me, the long leather cords attached to the back zips still swaying. As she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the red leather tip of the riding crop comes into view between my thighs. A swift tap to each inner thigh near my knees is her silent way to tell me to open my legs a little wider for her. I quickly do and receive a hum of approval for my obedience.
I watch as the wide red leather tip skates over my smooth folds to my navel before moving lazily up my torso and between the valley of my breasts. I feel my nipples tighten as Alex circles each breast teasingly before the red tip comes to rest under my chin. A few moments pass then I feel the riding crop encouraging my chin to lift from my currently bowing position. I lift my head but keep my eyes lowered because I haven't been given permission.
"Look at me, Pet."
"Yes Ma'am," I respond quietly.
My eyes travel up from the toes of those boots and I immediately see Alex dressed in a red and black leather cupless corset, zipped and laced at the front with black leather cord, and a tiny black leather G-string. Her nipples are a dusty pink and the corset accentuates their perkiness. The crop is firmly grasped in her left hand, and a leather corset harnessed dildo hangs from her fingertips of her right hand. Her black framed glasses have been replaced with contacts, her hair is in a high ponytail and her lips are the same shade of red as those boot soles. Our eyes meet and the tiniest hint of a lecherous grin ghosts over Alex's ruby red lips.
"Mistress will be with us very soon," Alex informs me, moving the crop from under my chin to delicately stroke across from one side of my collar bone to the other. "She's just double checking the restraints we intend to use. She's... pedantic... with little things like that."
I feel my core clench involuntarily in anticipation for what Alex and Olivia have planned.
Alex walks past me, her footsteps still echoing, and I hear a soft thump a few feet away. It sounds like she's tossed the harness on the bed, but I dare not turn my head to look. She returns to her position in front of me, turns and paces back and forth while we wait, the riding crop tapping against her leather clad calf in impatience. It feels like another minute passes before I see and hear the door handle turning. I go to lower my head but Alex instructs me to keep looking straight ahead so I won't miss anything.
I'm mesmerised when Olivia enters the room dressed in a pair of knee high heeled black leather motorcycle boots with O-rings and halter straps at the ankles; a pair of very short leather booty shorts, and a black leather women's illusion motorcycle vest. I note that there are three buckles at the front of the vest, but none of them have been buckled closed to hide her breasts. When Olivia turns to close the door, I see that the booty shorts definitely show off a decent amount of her ass. In her left hand is two pairs of padded leather bondage cuffs - a smaller pair for wrists and a larger pair for ankles - with what I would guess would be interlocking trigger hooks or carabiners like Allegra used on me at the club; and in her right hand is a similar looking leather harnessed dildo.
"How's our new Pet, Ma'am?" Olivia rakes her eyes over my naked body, zeroing in on my breasts first then between my widely spread thighs.
My core clenches again and I can feel the wetness of my arousal starting to build as Olivia stalks past towards the bed.
Alex replies, "I think she's eager to please us, Mistress."
"Good!" Olivia returns, sans harness, and looks down at me. With a pair of leather cuffs gripped firmly in each hand, she shifts her hands to her hips, parting the front of her open to expose her tanned breasts and dark nipples to me, "Because you and I both know Pets that are eager, willing and wet get rewarded."
Alex moves to stand next to Olivia and looks down at me as well, "Are you willing, Pet?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Are you eager, Pet?" Olivia holds out the leather padded wrist cuffs in her right hand in enticement.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Pet, we want you to stand up and walk to the whipping frame. Once you're there, wrists offered!" Alex commands.
I get to my feet as fast and as graceful as I can before walking to the metal frame and standing between the bars as Alex and Olivia lead the way. I offer my wrists in front of me preparation to be cuffed to the frame. As Alex cuffs my wrists and Olivia cuffs my ankles, I note that my heart rate picks up. I feel an odd mixture of excitement yet also of calm as the padded leather cuffs sit snug against my skin. Olivia double checks that the wrist cuffs are as secure as the ankle cuffs before clipping each carabiner into the O-rings on the frame so I'm spread eagle and utterly vulnerable. Alex and Olivia smirk at each other then step closer to me so that they are only a few inches from my face.
"Are you still willing, Pet?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Are you still eager, Pet?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"We never did find out of you were wet though, did we Pet?" Olivia asks, cupping me between my legs possessively.
"No Mistress," I reply, greatly aware at how wet I am as Liv grinds her palm against my clit.
"We'd better fix that," Olivia says and slips a finger inside my opening.
Struggling not to buckle at the sudden yet very welcome intrusion, I feel my core trying to pull the digit even further inside as Olivia settles her thumb on side side of my clitoris.
Olivia grins, "She's wet!"
"Really?" Alex tilts her head in curiosity. "I'd better check for myself."
Without warning, Alex pushes a finger inside my core as well and settles her thumb on the other side of my clit. She purrs, "So wet!"
My body reacts again by trying to pull both digits further inside of me. God help me if or when they start finger fucking me.
