Sexy Labor Day (Part 5)

Continued from Sexy Labor Day (Part 4)

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I excused myself to go to freshen up and took my time. Since I’m trying to explore a lot of different aspects of BDSM (research! For the books! That’s why, I swear!), I wondered if David would ever let me try to top him. I know he doesn’t like being topped by others in a group setting, and probably wouldn’t want to be topped by N or any men. But maybe if it were just Angie and I …

Back outside, the group was returning, done playing with the new flogger for the moment. N was stationed by the grill. I saw Prince pouring wine and went to help out.

He had red lines on his back. I grinned.

“Did you like the flogger?” I asked.

“Yeah!” he said enthusiastically. “That’s a really nice toy.”

I agreed and took some of the glasses from him. I followed him as he made the rounds, serving everyone a new drink.

The vibe was friendly and definitely sexy. Amy was down on her knees, naked, and looked like she was in blissful subspace by Stewart’s feet. Stewart occasionally dropped his hand down to pet her head. When I brought her a glass of wine, Stewart looked at me and casually said, “Put her wine in a bowl, please.”

Amy’s face turned red but she smiled up at him. I smiled and retrieved a tiny cat dish (note that we do not own cats). I poured her wine in the dish and set it by her knees.

“Thanks, Sade,” she said.

“Should we give her our gift now?” Stewart asked, looking down at Amy.

“Sure,” she said. She crawled to the house to find where I had placed their gift. As she crawled back as we both watched her intently. She really is a beautiful woman and crawling for her is just … natural.

She handed me the box and I looked at her suspiciously.

“Do I want to open this?” I asked her.

“I don’t think it matters if you do or not,” she coyly replied.

I nodded agreement, smiling at her, and opened the box. Then I burst out laughing. It was so cliche yet so sweet and kinky that I wanted to tackle them both with hugs and kisses.

They’d made me a coupon book. The first coupon in the stack expired that day. It read: ‘Free cunt licking from Amy.’

The rest of the coupons are a secret. I promised Amy I wouldn’t tell. But I suspect that all four of us (Stewart, N, Amy and I) will have quite a bit of fun as we make our way through all of the coupons they gave me.

I was tempted to use the expiring coupon immediately but decided to wait. I felt the twinging weirdness of domme-hood as I realized I could order Amy to her knees to lick my pussy whenever I wanted. Amy is one of my best friends and we’ve never really played together. But knowing she was probably pretty up for it, based on some of the coupons she gave me, made me extremely horny. And she knew I wanted to explore trying to top people. The fact that she would offer herself to me gave me great pleasure.

I looked down at her, and she gazed up at me – I saw sparkles in her eyes.

“I can’t wait until you lick my cunt,” I told her, doing my best to make my voice hard and stern. “But first I need help with some of the side dishes. Come with me, it’s almost time to eat.”

Amy looked to Stewart for approval and then scampered to her feet and followed closely behind me as I led her into the kitchen. We were both giggling; we were high from arousal and the alcohol. I tweaked her nipples playfully and, forgetting herself, she moaned.

Then her face turned bright red.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “Your gift is my favorite one yet. Topping you will be super fun. N and Stewart are gonna love it.”

She grinned and took the cabbage salad out of my hands. We set the salads and other sides (this was a huge feast) onto the large buffet table N had placed outside by the grill. All of my sides were vegetarian since Tracy and Pam don’t eat meat.

Here is what I made:

  • Cabbage salad – like coleslaw, but a thousand times more awesome
  • Lettuce and veggie salad tossed with creamy blue cheese dressing
  • Black bean salad
  • Chard wraps (Swiss chard blanched quickly, then wrapped over a small hunk of good cheese and steamed until the cheese melts. I toss the wraps in a spicy tomato sauce before serving.)
  • Lentils smothered in peanut sauce
  • Tomato, basil, and mozzarella stacks (If you haven’t made this, please do. Get a nice big heirloom tomato. Slice it into half inch slabs. Put a piece of cheese and a piece of basil on top, and drizzle a tiny bit of salt, pepper, olive oil and balsamic vinegar over the whole thing. I swear that I could live on this stuff. If you add grilled eggplant to the stack you’ve got heaven on a plate.)

So Amy and I set all of the sides out carefully, covering them with plates until we would sit down to eat. As I turned after setting out the black bean salad, I ran straight into King who had placed himself by my side.

“Oof!” I said, stepping back.

“Happy birthday,” he replied. He handed me his gift.

My heart rate sped up as I slowly unwrapped the small box. Inside was a piece of paper, and I half expected that I’d received more coupons from my kinky friends. But instead, it said: ‘Treasure hunt, slutty pornographer. What cums every day but Sunday?’

I showed the clue to Amy who exclaimed: “The mail!”

We ran out to the front yard together, checking quickly to see if any cars were headed in our direction as we made our naked way to the mailbox. I flipped it open and yanked out the next clue.

Clue by clue, Amy and I ran around the yard as we figured out the treasure hunt. The last clue read: ‘Sadey is nimble, Sadey is quick …’

I shouted, “The candles! The barn!”, and Amy and I took off running towards the small barn behind the house.

(It is more of a storage shed then a barn to be completely honest.)

Inside the barn is where N and I keep a number of things, including our large supply of homemade candles. We made them two years ago and have been slowly using them when needed – for the usual stuff, like power outages or hot wax play. 😉

In the middle of the main room of the barn sat a handmade spanking bench. I whirled around to face King and Prince who, knowing I was on my last clue, had followed me to the barn.

“This is too much,” I protested. The wood alone must have cost them much more than I would consider appropriate for a birthday gift – not to mention the time it took them to put it together.

“No, it’s not too much,” said King. He stepped forward and growled right into my ear: “I may be gay, but I’m sadistic first. N promised me I can come give you a workout on this bench whenever I want. I’ll put Prince on it first, then you, then him again – I’ll just go back and forth until I’m exhausted. I know I can’t spank you too hard today, but get your little horny body over that bench so I can give you a preview.”

My jaw dropped at his words. Before now King had never expressed any interest in playing with women. Prince placed himself at King’s feet, and I saw N’s frame in the doorway. I had to obey.

… continued at Sexy Labor Day (Part 6)  …

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