An hour with Kyra as an observer – and after

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In some ways, my presence in Mina’s erotic trajectory with Kyra was a little confused. On one hand, I had invested a lot of energy not only in making it possible, but in building a relationship with Kyra. (I say investing a lot of energy as though it was work. Kyra and I have become friends with ease, and find we have an amazing amount in common. Although she is in a very different place than we are, a lot of the same winds have blown us around.) Kyra had learned a lot about Mina, and many of her intimate secrets from me, and earning the freedom that comes from honesty. So, by the time we were at the dungeon, waiting on her to let us in, I could have simply turned on my heel and left Mina alone with her, and never worried for a second as to what was going to happen.

Of course, there is no way I was going send my darling submissive into a dungeon with a rampaging domme alone, even if she didn’t need my protection. On one hand, it was her first time really with a woman, and I for damned sure wanted to be a witness. I am the owner of one of the biggest and naked voyeuristic streaks on the planet, and two intensely sexual women like Kyra and Mina connecting as a show I was not about to miss. In another way, I wanted to seeing someone with Kyra’s considerable skill set in action, to learn what I can from her. Lastly, well, Mina was my property, and I owed her my care.

So, I was there, deliberately trying to lurk in the shadows, and to try not to be noticed. Of course, in spite of the massive studio occupied by a brightly lit Mina hanging from a trapeze and Kyra’s kinetic presence, I had as much chance of disappearing as a redwood in the middle of the desert. In any case, I wanted Mina to have the purest experience possible. So, with a certain academic detachment, I watch as Kyra brought out her current favorite weapon, the swivel flogger. For those who don’t know, this is the product of a marriage between a nunchuk and a flogger. Her presence was busy and casual, and she carried herself with the confidence of someone who always has the power, and never has to prove it. Her flogger was in constant motion, continuously whirling around, and while it never delivered a large blow to Mina’s skin, it frequently whipped her. I caught on to the rhythm of Kyra’s dominance, how she never gave Mina more than a moment’s peace, but never tried to break her either. Her manner was easy and without a care, as she seemed to know exactly how far to push Mina and where.

In a lot of ways it was difficult at first for me to comprehend Kyra’s manner. For me, dominance is always a dramatic high-wire act. I would play off of her verbally, with difficult questions and punctuate long pauses with shattering blows. Kyra was easy, and free of tension, but comparatively ruthless in her treatment of Mina. I am very cautious with clothespins, but Kyra would half a dozen bracketing her nipples without a second thought. Quickly, she had Mina’s skin glowing pink, and blistering into red in spots. Even more striking though were Mina’s reactions. Each lash of a crop, and swish of the flogger brought a more intense cry of pain that melted into an erotic moan. She was in agony, and loving it.

Then Kyra lower her head to bite Mina’s nipple. The site of Kyra’s lips lips on my woman’s body sent an electric jolt through my system and I felt my blood rush away from my head. All at once a fascinating lesson had metamorphosed into an intensely sexual experience. Kyra moved on, occasionally going back her nipples with her lips, occasionally touching her with obvious smoldering desire. Seeing Kyra’s lust for Mina was intensely arousing.

As the scene shifted, Kyra was making an effort to include me in the proceedings, asking me to explain our toys to her. I was shy about it, because I did not want to take away from Mina’s day. As the wax play began, I could see what Kyra was doing, and I could the red droplets dotting Mina’s body, but the falling of the droplets was invisible. To me, it was like Kyra had Mina under a psychic spell. Every so often Mina’s body would twitch, and her lips would melt into a smile as the sensations reverberating through her body. I was regaining my composure as I watched Kyra’s elaborate puppetry. Then, out came the harness.

At first, I was happy to be of help, retrieving lube, and providing my arms as a pillow so Kyra could the view I am so often treated to. But, somehow, the physical contact with Kyra’s head (her PVC dress did not breath well, and she was soaked in sweat, whereas the always-naked Mina was completely comfortable) started to overwhelm me. The physical contact, the proximity to the intense intimacy between them seemed to take over my body. Like a teenager again, I could feel the powerful sexual gravity between them drawing me in. I wanted to reach my hand in, to make contact, to participate. I steeled myself, tried to remember my confused purpose in being there, and most of all, my desire for this to be wonderful and pure for Mina. As I whispered more of Mina’s secrets to Kyra, and told her certain treats in just how to fuck Mina, I becoming intoxicated in the intimacy of guiding a lover. Down below, blood was surging, and above my vision was darkening.

As the orgasm finally began  to tear itself from Mina’s body, I told Kyra the moment, as I could recognize it well. My mouth and lips were parched, for my mouth had open and ragged breath was scorching out involuntarily. Mina crested, and shivered into a slump, and I told Kyra one of my favorite games with an afterglowing Mina. I was floating mentally, awash in desire, but without the grip to propel myself along the currents. Kyra began cleaning up the room, and putting her immense collection of weapons away, and Mina and I sat on the spanking bench, barely able to command even the most basic movement while we basked in the glow of the experience.

Unfortunately, time waits for no man, and we did have to leave, because I was doing a shoot that night. On the way home, during a pause in the conversation, I felt Mina’s warm hand reach across the car and take mine. She softly said, “Thank you for this.” I smiled. As a submissive, she is normally one to wait for me to make the first move. For her to reach out through her submission and express gratitude showed me the warmth in her heart.

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We got home before the model arrived, and had some time. We kept talking, and she finally commented that I probably had some needs now. Damned right I did, but I couldn’t do THAT just now. I stood next to her, and cradled her head against my hips, and I felt my cock again surging forth. Well, fine, maybe we have time for that. I pressed her face against the erection, and she smiled. We went back to the bedroom, and she opened my pants and pulled me out. I sighed, and relaxed as she worked me over with her unique expertise. Something happened in Vegas, and her blowjobs have simply been on another level ever since. I shot through the atmosphere on an trajectory and seemed to hang forever at the edge of it all until spilling into orgasm. Somehow, I even managed to be standing the entire time, though I collapsed shortly after she swallowed the last drop of her handiwork.

After about three minutes of panting on the floor, my phone rang, and it was time to shoot.For three hours we had a brilliant shoot, and I was up until nearly midnight editing the photos.

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On Monday morning, I woke up to an almost-painful erection. I nudged Mina to wakefulness and spread lubricant onto my cock. She swiveled her warm body over, and took me in, and I finally was able to enjoy Kyra’s view again. She rode me to her own orgasm, then I threw her on her back and raged at her body with a torrent of passion until I felt my own release inside her. Later that night, I sent her to her closet. I brought her out, and flogged her, borrowing from Kyra’s techniques until her back was a labyrinth of pink strikes. Her skin aglow from the torture, she settled into “the position” on the bed, and I took her. Rather than simply use her as a toy, I brought Gigi out again, and placed her in Mina’s hand. I worked my hips slowly, feeling my length tingle as her muscles tried to hold me in. She came once, with a delicious, satsified moan. I played with her a while longer, then told her to work on her second orgasm. Whereas her first was a clean peak, the second orgasm came as a lower banshee howl that seemed to stretch for minutes. Satisfied with her performance, I threw her on her back, and expended myself into her.

Her exhausted, used body was a rag doll in our bed. I declared then that Tuesday would be a day of rest for her, so her body could recover. I lived up to the explicit promise of rest, and the implied promise of using her again Wednesday. Our lives have continued on this chaotic, erotic path ever since our play with Kyra, who has been equally present in our lives since then, keeping in touch throughout the day with both of us, and transitioning from a play partner, to a truly intimate friend. On Wednesday night, I asked Kyra to call and tuck Mina into bed over the phone. As they started talking, I began to crave Mina’s taste, and slid down on her while she continued to talk as though nothing was happening. Soon, she had to let Kyra know, as she wanted to enjoy the pleasure she was getting. Kyra continued to whisper into her ear as I showed my own expertise on Mina’s body, and she provided Kyra with some wonderful sounds for her night, and then I slid up on top of Mina and used her body for myself, Kyra was able to enjoy that as well.

Life is good here at Longing’s End. I am looking forward to what each day will bring with the innocent excitement of a 15-year-old who just got invited to a makeout party. Well, a 15-year-old with some very unique skills…