Unicorn Hunting

As we arrive at their house, you adjust your clothes nervously. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this, but you always get anxious before we get into the moment. The man opens the door and welcomes us to his house and it’s immediately obvious he can’t stop drooling over you. I get a perfunctory handshake and then he’s all over you in an instant.

I give a wry smile. Your outfit tends to have that effect on men, immediately sending all of the blood to their little brain. The slutty stripper heels and nylon-clad legs, leading to your barely covered crotch and ass. Your tits are only barely restrained by the top of the “dress”.

We come through the door into their house and I see the woman. She’s already stripped down to strappy lingerie and has a collar around her neck. She smiles warmly at me and offers me a hug. I reach in and give her a firm hug, remaining polite for the time being; after all, there’s no rush.

As she retreats from the hug I spot her giving her partner a hard look over my shoulder. I make a mental note before turning around to see her partner mauling your ass under the skirt and holding you by the neck.

I clear my throat loudly.

“I don’t believe that we formally agreed the terms of this session, did we?”

He looks away from you and towards me, looking abashed as he lets you go.

“Sorry, you’re right, we didn’t. Why don’t we go sit down?”

He leads the way into the sitting room.

They’d got in touch with you a couple of weeks back, typical unicorn hunters, looking for a girl for their pleasure. I’d made sure that you responded to them. It was always fun to see what their reaction was when you said that you could be their unicorn but that your Daddy would have to come along too.

Most of the time it’s an instant rejection and backing off, but this time they seemed at least intrigued by the idea. I suspect it was more to do with the woman than the man. He seemed to be only fixated on one thing…

You.

He didn’t seem to care so long as he got you.

Well, that can be arranged.

We sit down in their living room and make small talk, inconsequential words taking up the air in the room until it is no longer possible to avoid approaching the subject.

I decide to start the ball rolling.

“So you wanted to use my Slut? I’m okay with that, but I would be willing to trade with you for yours in the first instance. That way you can get some alone time with mine. Why don’t you introduce yourself to him, Slut? You can lose the dress now.”

His partner starts to speak, but before she can get a word out he interrupts.

“That sounds fine. You heard the man, dear. He gets to play with you until I’ve had his Slut.”

She shuts her mouth with a snap. I can see from the sulky look on her face that this hasn’t come as a surprise.

I snap my fingers in front of her face and draw her attention to me.

“Come here on your knees in front of me.”

She stands up slowly and moves around to sit in front of me, watching you as you move past to kneel in front of her partner.

Once she’s in place I ask, “What’s your name, whore? You know that’s what you are, don’t you? Your partner just traded you to me for access to my Slut.”

She snaps her face towards me in shock, no longer focused on you and her partner.

“Surprised? You’re effectively my payment for whoring out my Slut. Now, I know my Slut loves it when I do this. How about you? Do you like it as much, I wonder?”

Her face flushes and she looks down.

Ah. Shame. Interesting.

“That’s a yes, then? I wonder if you thought you’d get to fuck her too?”

Again she says nothing, but her body language gives it away.

“Well, you might still get to, but it probably won’t be on the terms you and your ‘Dom’ thought it would be originally.”

By now my Slut has dropped her dress and is wearing only the crotchless bodysuit she had on under the dress and her heels as she treats him to a lapdance, swatting his hands away as she grinds against him.

I bring my attention back to the woman in front of me as she eyes me nervously.

“You won’t be needing the lingerie. Take it off for me, whore. Slowly. Stay on your knees; you don’t deserve to be allowed to stand yet.”

She doesn’t move for a second so I slap her gently across the cheek.

“You heard me. Do as you’re told or it will go worse for you than that.”

She does a double take as I slap her, but after a second’s consideration begins to comply with my instruction.

“Good girl. If you do as you’re told you might even get to enjoy yourself.”

As she gets naked I enjoy the view: firm breasts with rapidly stiffening nipples and a shaven cunt that looks delicious. I’m sure the Slut will enjoy that later.

Once she’s naked and kneeling, I instruct her to kneel with her knees spread wide and hand her a pair of handcuffs from my bag.

“Cuff your hands behind your back,” I order her whilst holding her chin in my hand.

As she does, I use my other hand to start tweaking her nipples, finding that they’re hardening nicely as arousal comes on the back of the shock.

Her pupils dilate and she starts to breathe more heavily as she finishes cuffing her hands behind her back.

The sound of a zip sliding is loud in the room and she fights to turn her head to see what's happening, but I keep a firm grip on her chin and don't let her turn.

“No, whore. Your attention is here. What's happening over there is none of your business.”

I take my thumb from the hand on her face and move it over her lips, stroking them gently and then slowly pushing it between her lips and into her moist mouth. As if in synchronicity, wet slurping and sucking sounds begin behind her and she begins to suckle on my thumb as if it's a proxy for his cock.

“He's given you at least a modicum of training then, whore,” I say rhetorically.

“Stay.”

I move to my bag to collect a few items, standing and moving behind her.

After a few seconds of rummaging she hears me say, “Open wide. No, wider.”

She opens her mouth as wide as she can. She feels me push hard on the large rubbery object that eventually snaps behind her teeth.

She tries to close her mouth as she feels me tightening the strap behind her head. She feels me crouch down behind her and reach around her body, one hand gripping her nipple and the other moving near to it, and then there’s a sudden sharp intake of breath as the clamp bites down.

She moans through the gag as she feels me repeat the exercise with her other nipple. Once they’re both clamped I tug gently on the chain, applying pressure on her nipples toward the floor.

I keep that pressure in place as my other hand wanders down her stomach and across her pubis, delving deeper in search of her cunt. I reach between her lower lips and am pleased to find that she’s soaked.

The slurping and smacking sounds from behind have intensified and now there is gagging in the mix too. The whore in my arms shudders every time she hears the gagging.

“Wishing that was you, whore?” I whisper in her ear. “Imagining that his cock was buried in your throat and not down my Slut’s? Too bad. You won’t be getting his cock tonight. Mind, no one will for much longer.”

All the time I’ve been gently and idly stroking the finger of my free hand over her clit, up and down her channel, making use of the copious liquid to tease and strum her sexuality. By now the combination of words, the stroking and the sounds from behind her have combined to bring her to a high state of arousal.

I take my hand away and grab something from my pocket. I gently but firmly push it into her liquid cunt.

“This will keep you occupied for the next step.”

With that it begins to buzz, firmly but not fast or hard enough to tip her over the edge.

“Stay here,” I command.

She stays knelt on the floor, quivering gently with the stimulation.

“Bite down!” I order.

There’s a short scream as my Slut bites down on his cock, bringing her teeth together in a firm reminder to ensure that she has grabbed his attention. Reaching into my other pocket I hand my sub something which she takes from me without moving.

She wraps the item I gave her around his scrotum, making sure it’s firmly connected.

When it’s clear she’s finished I say, “So, just to let you know, the script for this evening has changed. Instead of you and your wife having your way with my Slut, my Slut and I are going to have our way with your wife.”

“You can’t see it, but please do take it from me that what my Slut just wrapped around your sack is a small but powerful shock collar. It’s not powerful enough to kill you, but I’m told it’s exquisitely painful on the scrotum and, if we use it long enough, it will burn you.”

“I’m going to have my Slut let your cock go now, but I strongly suggest you don’t try too hard to get free. It’s up to you.”

He tried to run. They always do.

Having set the collar on a 2, it felt like he’d been kicked in the nuts when I triggered it. Strangely, his wife never moved or made a sound. Seems like she didn’t have any particular issues with the change in roles.

He lay curled up on the floor in a foetal position as my Slut fastened the handcuffs behind his back.

“Now we’re going to put you into the position you’ll be in for the rest of the night. Unless you want me to go higher than a 2, you’ll cooperate.”

Given the Slut was busy putting a full-face latex hood over his head at the time, I took his grunt for acceptance.

Whilst she busied herself sorting him out, I took the opportunity to bring his wife up onto my lap with her back towards me. I gently reached down between her legs and began to strum her clit again, maintaining a steady pressure on the chain of the clamps. I made sure not to bring her over the edge.

We both watched her husband get tied to the dining chair, his legs to the back legs and his cock and balls hanging off the front edge of the chair. His hands were tied to the back of the chair, holding him in place. A tall posture collar was wrapped around his neck and a chain was let down from it, hanging down his back.

“He's still hard, Daddy,” my Slut says.

In response I shock him repeatedly until she signals he’s gone flaccid. In that state she starts to force his cock through the rings of hell.

Seven linked rings, each smaller than the first. Starting out reasonably generous but ending up small enough I doubt my thumb would fit through, and that was the ring that would sit snug beneath his helmet.

Well, he certainly wasn’t going to get an erection like that.

His wife by now is mewling and bouncing on my lap, desperate for release.

“Nearly, whore. Not quite yet. Let’s finish him up, Slut.”

She takes a sizable anal hook and inserts the bulbous end into what I presume to be his virgin ass. If she lubricated it I didn’t notice, so I suspect it hurt a bit from his reaction. She connected the chain such that it was taut, with his neck pulled back and his ass pulled up. Then she attached a strong vibrator to the chain.

We’re not complete barbarians, after all.

“Good girl, Slut. Now come here and get your feast.”

With that my Slut came over and knelt in front of the wife before diving into her cunt with gusto.

From the wife’s reaction I could tell that she was enjoying herself, but I knew I could trust the Slut not to crest her too early.

Judging from the way her husband was jerking his ass against the hook in it, he was enjoying himself too, although his cock was looking a touch angry right now.

I whispered into the ear of his wife, “Look at your stupid cock-hound Dom over there. He traded you so that he could have my Slut and all he got was part of a blow job. Now he’s getting off on the hook in his ass and the fact that you’re ours to play with. Are you sure he’s the dominant one?”

She can barely understand what I’m saying over her arousal. They’re both very close.

I thrust the control for the shock collar into her hands, having turned it up somewhat.

“Show him who’s in command around here, and then you can cum,” I growl in her ear.

There’s a second’s pause and then her husband is writhing in agony, his orgasm ruined as she shocks his balls repeatedly. At the same time my Slut brings her over the edge of a crashing orgasm to the sounds of him screaming.

When I pry the button from her hands, having determined he’s had enough, I pick her up and take her up to their bedroom.

My Slut puts some noise-cancelling headphones on the husband before we leave.