The Arrangement

It was Friday night when I got the text. I was hoping to have a weekend to myself, but duty calls. I’m 30 and single. Why, you ask? Because living with a man requires too much compromise. And I’m not the kind of woman who pretends a man is ‘the one’ just because I want a ring on my finger. I’m attractive, sexy, 5’ 6” with DD tits. I don’t have a problem finding men. The problem is that men are flawed. If they’re financially responsible, they’re immature, abusive assholes. If they’re sweet and adoring, they’re terrible with money, put you in debt and think fucking you in the ass is demeaning. I don’t have time for either.

Which is why I entered into the arrangement I’m currently in. It’s perfect. There’s no other way to say it than I am the plaything of a couple I’ve known for years. They like to adventure out and I am submissive so … it works perfectly. I don’t want to ruin their marriage, and none of us really want anyone to know what our situation is. It’s for the pleasure of those involved and it works for us.

Unlike most of my friends, I don’t have pets, I don’t have kids … I’m free to do as I please. My friends think I have a secret boyfriend I’m keeping from them. Not even. On these nights, I will get a text message instructing me on what to do. The messages come when they have time, when their kids are at sleepovers or staying with their grandparents. They call, I come.

Tonight’s message said, “7pm at the corner tonight. Wear the outfit that was delivered today. Do NOT be late.”

I knew what they meant. I had no idea if it was his phone or hers, but that was the phone from which I received my instructions. I opened the package I’d found on my porch when I got home from work. A pair of dark wash jeans and a red silk tank with a low-cut V-neck. My tits would look obscene in this.

I went to the closet and got my nipple kit out. I used the suction to stand one at attention and rolled a nipple band over the base of it, then did the other as well. The bands cut blood flow just enough to engorge my nipples and get them ready for a long night of standing at attention.

I left the bands on while I showered and shaved and prepared myself for the night. I was only allowed to wear mascara and lip gloss. My long brown hair was to be worn down. If my Mistress wanted it up, she would do it herself. I knew bras and panties were forbidden. I had to be accessible to them both no matter what. Which is why I wasn’t surprised to see the silk shirt….Master loves seeing my nipples through my clothing.

The jeans had also been altered. The crotch had been cut. When I looked in the mirror, from all angles it just looked like it was frayed, as the jeans were in a few other places where cuts had been made. But when I sat on the edge of the bed in front of my mirror and spread my legs, my smooth pussy was on display. Clever.

I put on my black heels and removed the nipple bands before sliding the silk tank on. The material flowed easily and was loose enough that the front of the shirt rested entirely on my breasts. My nipples were the only thing I could look at. Master would love this! I walked into the bathroom to put on my collar and as I walked, I saw in the mirror that the bounce of DDs in a silk tank is …. very obvious and incredibly sexy. I was sure to turn heads wherever we went.

I knew we were going out somewhere. If we were just going to stay in, I was usually told to wear the black knee-length trench coat I was given, black high heels and nothing else. Every once in a while they like to dress up their toy and take her out to play.

I put my collar around my neck; a black choker with a silver cat charm in front. Mistress and I loved the obvious innuendo that no one but us would understand.

I grabbed my purse and keys and headed out the door. It was 4 blocks to the corner where we always met and it was evening in spring. It would be chilly and I wasn’t given a coat to wear.
The first block was quiet, the breeze had stiffened my nipples painfully and the bouncing as I walked was rubbing them against the silk ever so lightly. The bright red shirt over my bouncing DDs would keep me self-conscious all night.

My heart rate sped up on my 2nd block when a couple walking their dog passed me on the sidewalk. I smiled politely but the woman seemed uncomfortable and the man she was with did nothing but stare at my chest.

The corner where they would pick me up was nearer to downtown and foot traffic was getting heavier. Everyone I passed was staring, leering; some younger guys were even licking their lips. I couldn’t feel more exposed. It was humiliating and exciting all at once.

As soon as I reached the corner, I saw their minivan pull up next to me. I climbed into the side and shut the door, thankful to escape the humiliation.

“How was the walk?”

Master was looking at me in the rear view mirror, Mistress peaked seductively around her seat.

“Cold and slightly humiliating.”

“Well you look amazing.”

“Thank You, Sir!” When we were alone, I was always to address them as ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’. In public, we were less formal as not to arouse suspicion.

We made small talk about work and their kids until we reached the restaurant. We had been close friends for years, this new arrangement had only began 6 months ago. So far, we found it easy to flip back and forth between the arrangement and our conventional friendship. Tonight was no exception. I found out their kids were with their grandparents for the weekend so we had two nights and two days to play!

We parked and got out, apparently headed to a restaurant. Mistress laced my arm through hers and we walked behind her husband. She was taller than I and most of the time I really did feel like her small little pet. She was excited about her new outfit as well. She had bought herself a bright blue silk tank similar to my own and was loving the freedom and power she felt in her breasts with every passerby. I had to agree that it felt much more comfortable now that I was with them and not alone on the street.

We had a reservation at the restaurant and were seated immediately. Our waiter reached the table first and turned, smiling, watching us as we approached. He couldn’t control his eyes as he freely stared at my bouncing tits, nipples at attention.

We had a corner booth, Master’s favorite kind. I always sat between them and we always sat close. When no one was looking, Master was rubbing my nipple with his finger slowly. Mistress had found my clit and was twirling it between her thumb and forefinger.

By the time we were ordering our food, I was nearly panting, trying to appear as if I weren’t ready to strip naked and beg anyone to fuck me.

I managed to order my food, though eating was the last thing on my mind.

After drinks and more teasing, Mistress told me to follow her into the bathroom. We went into a stall together and she had me put one foot up on the toilet. She leaned over me and kissed me softly and deeply, making my breath quicken. Master had told me when we were discussing our arrangement that her kiss was irresistible. He was so right.

As she kissed me with those pillowy lips, she ran her palm over my nipple through the fabric, sending jolts all through my body. With her other hand, she slowly inserted something into my pussy. As I felt it slide in, I could tell they were large, cold metal balls. Ben wa balls.

“They’re connected with a small rod so one doesn’t get lost.” Mistress kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “To entertain you while we eat.” She giggled and led me back to the table.
As I walked, I could feel the weighted balls shifting inside of me. I loved the feeling. As I scooted toward Master in the booth, our food arrived. Master thanked the waiter and we began to eat. I felt a buzzing just as Master leaned closer, “My wife got the pleasure of inserting them, but I get the remote!”

The balls inside of me came to life, vibrating slowly. I squirmed in my seat and tried to focus on my dinner as they both enjoyed watching my discomfort. We talked more during dinner, but I found it hard to focus when I was so distracted.