CHAPTER 32: The Virgin’s Valentines, Part 1
And so, it is Valentine’s Day, and who would I spend it with except my Master and Michael?
“Charlotte,” says my Master. “You look like trouble, trying to find somewhere to happen.”
I suck in my cheeks, trying not to giggle. I’ve always detested giggling girls and am determined not to be one of them. But behind me, I hear a low chuckle from the rear seat of the car.
Michael places a hand on my shoulder. “He’s right, Charlotte,” he says quietly. “What are you thinking about?”
I turn to see his face, smiling. “What do you think I’m thinking about, Michael?”
He grins. “Aaahhhh... Good.”
I wonder where we are going this time; my Master, with his dark, lean saturnine looks and a voice like wild silk. And Michael, stocky, muscular, blond, my Golden Angel, who loves me.
“So, what are we doing today? Where are we going?” I ask.
My Master glances at me from his driving. “Back to our old place Charlotte. Where you and I first, um, consummated, our agreement.”
“The apartment? The place with the beautiful mirrored room?”
“That’s the one. And I’m glad you like the mirrored room, because that’s where Michael and I planned that we all would spend our time together this visit.”
In the apartment, warm, cosy, beautiful, I have a long soak in the bath.
Taking my time, I dry my hair, brushing it until it falls around me in a soft red cloud. I put on my makeup, my eyes very dark, lips red to match my hair.
Then I dress as my Master requested.
Wandering through to the mirrored room, I find Michael there.
“Only you? Where is he?”
He smiles, twitching his lips in humour. “Arranging something.”
“What?”
“A surprise,” says Michael softly. “Make yourself comfortable. We’ll be back in a little while. Why don’t you entertain yourself?”
He passes me a package, expensively gift-wrapped and be-ribboned. “What is it?”
“Open it and see. It’s from both of us.”
It is a vibrator, a beautiful vibrator. This is not the standard high-street model, 2 x AA batteries and off you go, model. Silvery, it is sleek and expensively plated, with a satin soft, velvety finish. There is a set of touch-button controls with a small read-out screen.
I gape and Michael grins. “As I say, make yourself comfortable. Entertain yourself until we come back, but, um, not too much, eh... We all want to attend the party.”
I lie, lounging on the huge bed in my Master’s mirrored room. It is such a lovely room, not overly-large, but large enough for what is needed. There is little in here except the bed, centred between mirrored walls, and thick carpets on the floor. The lighting is low, with fat candles on wall sconces, their light scattered and splintered by the mirrors that surround me on all sides. I see myself, reflected a hundred times back and forth, in the light of a thousand ghostly candles.
Relaxing in the comfort of the sheets, black and sleek, the smooth fabric is sensual and warm against my skin.
I am wearing little; a simple white lacy camisole, in a smooth and sensuous silk, another gift, which accentuates my already pale skin and red hair. My Master and Michael never haggle over the cost when we have our time together. I have never truly learned how they earn their livings, but I really don’t care. That is not the side of them I see.
I am wearing the snowy silk garment at my Master’s request. When I phoned him to ask if I could visit for Valentine’s, he was delighted.
“Any special requests Master?” I asked. “That I should know about?”
“Wear white Charlotte, please. Buy yourself something pretty. I’ll pay for it.”
“White?”
“Yes, white. I’d like you to look… virginal again.”
I laugh. “I’m hardly a virgin anymore, Master. You saw to that. You paid quite a lot for it as I remember.”
“Yes Charlotte, I paid for it, but it felt like a gift from you. You could have held back, or delivered grudgingly, but you gave yourself to me fully and completely. It is a treasured memory for me.”
“And you would like to… take my virginity again…?”
He is silent for a moment, then “Something like that... Wear white Charlotte, for me.”
I take the vibrator and fiddle with the controls. After some experimentation, I find that I have an On/Off control, a speed/power control, and a third which runs a series of programs of rise and fall power settings.
Lying back in the sheets, I set the vibe to a low power and through the satin of my cami, trace the outline of my clit, catching my breath at the tingle.
What do they have in mind today? Who knows?
But I think they are happy to have me warm myself over, to be ready for my tall, dark Master and my Golden Lover.
My pussy, twitching under the kiss of the vibe, my clit hardening to a stiff nub, I fantasise about the worlds my two Masters will take me to today. For sure, I will be filled, fucked to conclusion, but how will they do it? Together? In turns? Or will one fuck me, while I pleasure the other?
My pussy is running liquid and loose now.
Where are they? My clit is sensitising, my pussy welling, melting. With every pulse of the vibe, more and more, I want to feel the touch of my Master and my Lover. I want them inside me. I want to be fucked.
Head back, eyes closed, I work myself with the vibe, teasing my twitching pussy. I don’t want to take myself all the way. My Master and Michael must have that. But I am thoroughly ready for them, by both at once, I am hoping.
Over the buzzing of the vibe, I become aware of murmuring.
“Hot Damn!” says a voice.
“Holy fuck!” says another voice.
As I look up, startled, vibe still poised over my pussy, there is a small crowd in the room, gathered at the foot of the bed, watching me play with the humming toy. My Master and Michael stand there, Michael grinning broadly, my Master sucking in his cheeks, trying to contain his amusement.
With them, are three other men that I do not recognize.
“Nice to meet you Charlotte,” drawls one of them. “Don’t stop for us.” He’s an American type; all square jaw and teeth; handsome, with the kind of strapping shoulders that suggest that although he would look good naked, a suit will never fit him well.
The other two look quite different; one, perhaps Swedish, platinum blond, tanned and with eyes of iced grey, the other tall, lean, athletic and his skin so dark a black, as to be almost blue.