Dirty

 

In a dimly light apartment building in New York City, fresh from an event,  lazily laid three friends on a California King Bed. 

 

 Skyscraper windows. Huge buildings. City lights and dancing. The apartment was pretty large for a studio. Lots of plants cascading all around the windows, amazing kitchen space, and storage. For a one-room living, this was quite Boho-sheik. One by one they began peeling away what the night brought on. The stories of the evening were a particular favorite. Tonight carried different energy. Two snuck away towards the bathroom to "freshen up" which left Sterling to beverage detail and good music. Sterling put on the kettle and she searched for where music might live. Under pillows was a USB port that would fit Sterling's phone. She fumbled through old favorites of the group and reminisce on others then settled upon some lo-fi jazz hop-hop. The kettle began to complain. Sterling brought her attention to the kitchen area. Spice Honey. Grandma's garage-sell mugs. Tea from all over the world. She picks the tea with the fancy Morrocan house on the label with her favorite blue lining.  Ritualistically making tea for three when the couple strolls out from the bathroom smiling. Cups of tea nestled in their carriers on a tray distributed evenly aboard a tiny spoon. Everyone seemed to be enjoying their tea when Sterling excuses herself towards the bathroom to freshen up. 

The two enjoyed their tea and look out at the city. Chaos, beautiful, raw, in your face. These times were magical. They laid there clung to one another like minks in city lights. The room felt like magic when Sterling walked into it. She watched the cuddled faces slowly turned, simultaneous gaze. "Will you show us that thing you did with Tom earlier?" A moment to hid the devilish grin. "Of course. Right this way, "responded Sterling. As they moved to the opposite side of the room, they noticed the lights of the city flickering in the moonlight. Shadows of their silhouetted selves ghostly follow in the window. Shuffles of feet worked their way to another pile of pillows and fluff. Sterling asked for Gerdi's hand in silence. Gerdi followed gleefully. Gerdi was then placed underneath a wooden apparatus cradled with a bamboo centerpiece. Sterling went for a big black bag. It too complained.  When Sterling dropped the big black bag, Gerdi shook, just a little. Sterling opened the bag, slowly. The unveiling took time. Rope. Leather Cuffs. Silk Gloves. Paddles. Some kind of electro device all laid out next to this ancient wooden thing that holds the attention of Gerdi. Content and rules were spoken. Spotlights from the street weaving in and out of the conversation attacking points to the energetic field as if invited. Once an agreement was made, toys were settled and the games began.

 Sterling walked over to Bash and politely asked him to have a seat near the action. "Say nothing," setting the tone," watch and only observe." Sterling began looking over the fun items to choose from, strategically. Ankle cuffs seemed like a good intro. Sterling lifted the right foot of Gerdi. Painted nails, gold glitter. Soft skin. The buckle fastened so quick it made a sound. *Thuwack* Gerdi's leg began to shake. Sterling ran one hand over the top of the foot with a bit of pressure to keep Gerdi still and to let her know she was in no immediate danger, her leg rested. The cuff was connected by some metal rings that also connected to the wooden bamboo. Sterling picked up the second ankle cuff with the same energy as the first. Admiring. Caressing. Touching with pressure then, *Thuwack*, the leather would make a sound. Sterling did not comfort that foot and the touch was missed. Once secured on both feet, Sterling walked over to retain the wrist cuffs. On the inside of the cuff, soft leather, and fur, ox-blood. The cuffs made Gerdi's skin look alabaster in the night light. Bash fidgeted in his chair. Sterling began to secure Gerdi's wrist while re-explaining what type of tasting this would be and how said tasting will go once both hands were elevated. "Do you understand what I am about to do" *Knodding* Sterling stood in front of Gerdi with a calm demeanor. Sterling slowly unbuttoned the blouse of Gerdi, slowly, not averting eye contact. Sterling stood so close to Gerdi she could feel her breath on her lip skin. The last button wasn't as cooperative. 

"I'm going to strike you across the thickest part of your lower region(grins) three times. Each time, I will increase the pressure. I will need verbal confirmation to ensure safety and the free will to continue. When I ask you a question and you have answered that question, I will also need you to say the following: Yes, Mistress. Do you understand?" 

Verbal confirmation set with a bashful participant. The filler in the air was murderous. Bash almost chewed the skin off his face hanging onto every word, soaking up the drama of the scene. 

Sterling- "Are you ready?"

Gerdi- "Yes, Mistress."

*Thuwack!* *Whimper*

Sterling rubbed the bottom of Gerdi's lower half slowly soothing the sting hovering about it. Sterling leaned into the ear of Gerdi to say,.."How do you feel?"Gerdi replied, 'I'm okay, I'm okay." Through nervous shutters coursing through the body, all the while looking down at the floor, Geri held her breath at times. The sting subsided. Sterling rested comfortably on Gerdi's left shoulder right by her ear, still. Delivering the gravity of the situation takes patience and Sterling knew it. The Master of Arts asks, "are you ready?" An unsuspecting reply, "Yes." *nervously*

 

*Thuwack* *cry-out*

"OH!" Gerdi screamed out then, a moment of silence. Sterling grinned when Gerdi's body raised a few inches after her second strike. The soft glove with a little more intention cooling off the sting somewhat faster. Heavy breathing from Gerdi, having a hard time deciding if crying is appropriate or to quit altogether. Sterling started breathing with Gerdi. Stroking her hair. Cooling breaths on hot skin.  Slowly but surely, grounding made its home. This was a good time to connect with Gerdi. Sterling pulled back to see Gerdi's eyes. Tears had made their way to cheeks and chin. Flushing of her cheeks made her face light up, even through hard lessons. The two stood there for what seems like hours. Bash found a place to settle and hadn't moved in quite some time. The palpable tension corrupted space. Sterling asked Gerdi, "Are you okay?" Gerdi replied from deep space, "Yes, Mistress." Sterling checked in with her to see if this was a good time to stop, have water, express needs and desires. At this time, none were needed. Sterling continues to care for Gerdi while she asked, "May I continue?" Gerdi replied, "Yes, Mistress." *Breathy*

Sterling stuck Gerdi's backside with a thunderous crack echoing in the penthouse, cacoughfinous rendering corners obtuse. Gerdi's scream came with convulsions, begging, tears but most of all, what was asked for...a taste. Sterling had Bash lie on his back and slide between Gerdi's legs. Sterling instructed Bash to pleasure Gerdi but don't allow her to complete. The tasting was almost over. Bash in position. Sterling nodded the signal to begin. Whimpering. Whining. Moaning. Trying to escape the pleasure and yet, all efforts were for not. Gerdi wanted to touch Bash but her hands were cuffed. Gerdi also wanted to ride Bash's face but her ankles were cuffed. Gerdi couldn't receive more pleasure or stop the pleasure from happening. The sensations of being caught between two opposing emotions.  

 The night-life celebrations barely made a dent in the penthouse. Electro-dance flickers of the city. Gerdi screamed with moans so loud the leaves of the plants blushed. Bash's face and fingers were buried in Gerdi exacting every command Sterling gave. Slapp This. Suck here. Tap her A-spot and hold it there. Gerdi begged and begged to cum. Every time the request was made the action stop and the orgasm. Gerdi's legs began to buckle. Sterling grabbed the back of Gerdi's hair, looked in her face, and said, "You may cum now."

 The symphony of celebratory obscenities being shared in this penthouse gained supporters who joined in by banging on walls quelled the rising volumes. Sterling, Gerdi, and Bash shared a laugh at the audience participation. Both Sterling and Bash untied Gerdi and wrapped her up in a blanket. Water was given. And, in a bigger cuddle pile, those three friends settled into the night.