Playing with Her Heart

"A-ha, bottoming from the top?

"Yeah, that's what I eventually realised. We broke up."

"Sounds like you were both bottoms, or subs, or he was incredibly selfish. As a Domme, if he was a true sub, I would have got a kick out of taking over. Can you keep a secret?"

Anna nodded again.

Lindsay grinned wickedly, "I usually have my boys caged."

"What?"

"I have their cocks caged so they think about sex all the time but can't get an erection and pleasure themselves. I sometimes plug them too."

Anna's gaze was drawn to their crotches.

Lindsay laughed, "Not tonight, we're drinking tonight so I've let them loose. But you can't normally tell, I made sure of that. Very sure."

"Why...?"

"You know what BDSM stands for?"

"Bondage, Domination and, err, Sado-Masochism?"

"Yep, that's one variation. D can also stand for Discipline, S can stand for Submission. It generates three couplets: Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, and Sadism and Masochism. The cages are about discipline, about submitting to me so I have control of them. They and I enjoy that."

"Wow." They did seem very content. Anna felt a touch of envy, along with the buzz of arousal. The conversation was also turning her on and she could still feel the imposing presence of the men close by.

"At a guess, Jo's a voyeur. She likes to watch, she had that look in her eyes. While you?" Lindsay ran her eyes up and down Anna's costume, "You're definitely a bit of an exhibitionist, maybe a little submissive. I wouldn't like to guess what other kinks you have, if any. Are you single?"

"We both are."

Lindsay beamed, "Good, would you like an early Christmas gift or two from Angel Lindsay?"

Anna felt like she was on the verge of something, her body trembled, and it wasn't due to alcohol. She nodded, "Two?"

"I'm glad you went for that option." Lindsay gestured for the two elf-dressed men a few yards away to come closer, the same ones she'd noticed earlier, whose hot glances had fired up the hum within her body. "This is Gert and this is Jan, they arrived from South Africa a few weeks ago. Gert has the dark brown hair, in the red. Jan is the blond in green. They'll look after you, and wear condoms if you want to go that far. Boys, this is Anna. She's single, intelligent and curious about a lot of things. Be gentle with her."

The Angel-Domme melted away as the two men stepped closer, their bodies almost surrounding Anna. She had to stop herself from gulping. Their eyes seemed to devour her.

"Hallo, fellow elf." Gert's deep voice had that unmistakable staccato accent. "You have some presents for us tonight?"

Anna gulped, "One or two. What would you like?"

The blond, Jan, laughed, "Little one, we enjoy breast, poes, a bit of arse and even some koek."

"Sounds good to me." She was doing this, she was really doing this.

"We saw you earlier, in the restaurant, didn't we?"

"Yes, I noticed both of you." Their attention was making her feel so aroused, the progress shockingly fast.

"We hoped we would see you here. The way you were enjoying your food, we like a girl who is partial to a bit of meat."

"I looooove meat," she purred. "Dark and light."

"You like both at once?" asked Gert.

"I've not tried it yet."

"She wants to try it." Gert spoke directly to Jan. "Look at her dilated pupils, and how short her breath is. Let's check if her nipples are hard."

As if coordinated, they each lifted a hand to cup a breast each, and plucked her nipples. Anna gasped, but didn't shy away from the forward touches. If anything she leant into their hands.

"Yes, her nipples are hard. Is she wet?"

Somehow, they had corralled her weakening body into a dark corner, for their hands to go up the skimpy skirt. Anna knew she should object, but their fingers weren't rough on her nipples or between her legs, they were persuasive and gentle. As the hands above began cupping her whole breasts, massaging them, lightly pinching the tips, one hand ran down her hip crease and under her string. She had a moment of thanks for the Brazilian she'd had a few days before, then gasped at the contact.

"She's wet. Is she tight? Let's get these knickers out of the way."

She felt the delicate string snap, leaving her fully accessible. Another hand burrowed deeper, around the back of her thigh, and dipped inside her.

"Nice. She's sucking at me too, clenching on me. You're right, she's soaked, and getting wetter."

Anna had to hold onto them, her knees had gone weak. Her eyes closed and head bent forward as the hands continued to explore her. The slickness and engorgement between her legs was taking over, leaving her unable to focus on anything else apart from the demands of her body and the men around her.

"Is there enough to try her arse? One of us will have to go in there. I'll take over at the front." Whoever it was at the front started drumming her clit with his thumb, and also reached fingers...

She had two different men's fingers inside her! They pressed deeper and she began keening, feeling the wetness increase.

"Check her arse now, she's not far off coming."

Some slickened fingers left her, moving back towards her arse and started pressing inside. She yelped, her eyes popping open.

"Shhhh," someone soothed in her ear, and tenderly bit her earlobe. "Just relax."

One finger breached her, eased in and out. Another slippery finger was added, gently pushing its way inside, stretching her. "She's loosening off well, taking two fingers already. I'm looking forward to getting inside."

"Try a third."

She felt a third finger pressing for entry. It was too much. One short moment of clarity, she was in a club and anyone could see! They could see her coming on the strangers' hands that held her!

She leant forward, bit a mouthful of shirt and screamed into it as her body broke.

The next half hour was slightly blurred. She had come around from her orgasm to find their hands still on her, massaging her shoulders, kissing her and relaxing her, giving her bottles of water to drink. They seemed to want her sober and coherent, not drunk or even tipsy.

Jo came over to talk to her, "You OK? I came back from the loo to find you sequestered by these guys."

Anna noted the glitter in Jo's eyes and wondered how much she'd seen, if Lindsay was right about her being a voyeur. "They're looking after me, I'm chilled to buggery."

One of the men quietly snorted into her neck, "Buggery? Later, for sure." He followed the whispered comment with a nip and held her tighter as her knees buckled.

"Lindsay's inviting us back to her place later, these two are staying with her anyway so I guess you'll be there. She mentioned something about a performance I may enjoy?" Jo's eyes shone, "I won't be able to take part as I'm drinking." Someone waved at her, "Anyway, I'll see you in a bit."

The blond, Jan, cupped Anna's face, "How are you feeling? Want to stick around?"

"What's the alternative?" she breathlessly asked.

"We could leave now, get started on that party early? The three of us?"

Anna resorted to another nod of agreement and an enthusiastic smile.

The snowfall had become a blizzard with flakes sticking to everything in sight. As they left the club, their names were called, and a fellow in a smart white suit opened the door to a white four-wheel-drive people carrier.

"Wow, that was quick, how did Lindsay arrange it?" Anna was gobsmacked at the efficiency.

"She's a miracle worker. And it probably works out better for the driver to make a couple of trips."

The vehicle was just right for the icy and slushy roads, the grey-haired driver looked ex-army and his training showed in his carriage and handling of the hazardous conditions like it was a walk in the park.

Not that Anna was paying much attention to the road, she was far more interested in the men's hands on her body. After slipping dangerously in her heels on the icy pavement outside the club, Gert had hoisted her in his arms and carried her to the vehicle. Sprawled across their laps, Jan removed her shoes, with Gert taking her coat off.

The driver cleared his throat as hands started to edge to dangerous zones, "May I respectfully request for all three of you to fasten your seatbelts? While I am confident I can handle the conditions, there are others on the road that can't."

His words were underlined by a horn blaring, and a vehicle sliding sideways through the lights ahead. The driver tutted loudly and shook his head as the wayward car came to rest against a kerb. The occupants looked shaken but unharmed, so they continued on their way.

The men let her sit up between them, and with a fair bit of groping, helped her put on her seatbelt. She helped them with theirs, her hands somehow getting stuck at the groin so she had a cock in each hand. A hardening cock in each hand.

Their inside hands slid up her thighs, encouraging them to part. Their fingers to begin gently stroking her swollen nether lips. The angle restricted much play, but she didn't need it.

Their other hands threaded fingers through hers as she squeezed their cocks, showing her what they liked while they both looked out the window and commented on the whitened cityscape. Neither of the South Africans had seen much snow before, and she could taste their excitement.

They didn't need any further words or actions about what was to come. This was the calm before the storm. She knew that once they were alone, that she would be fucked like she never had been before. The solid cocks were a promise of that. Their fingers tempted, played with her, and teased her inner thighs. Every now and again a hand would leave her, to be fed in her mouth or his.

By the time the vehicle stopped, she felt drunk with arousal. She could smell it, taste it, feel it. As the driver jumped out of the car to open the side door, Gert and Jan gently removed her hands from their crotches, kissed them, then rearranged themselves.

She was conscious of her bare feet and arms, and was reticent to experience the biting cold again. She didn't have much choice though; she was manhandled out of the vehicle into Jan's arms this time, Gert carrying her shoes, bag and coat.

Jan was rock solid under her, his body heat permeating her so she didn't have a chance to get cold between the drop-off and entrance. She was only lowered to her feet after they stepped out of the lift. She managed a quick glance around at the plush surroundings before they surrounded her again.

They circled her and Gert pinched her nipples, "Pretty elf, what will your safe word be?"

"I need a safe word"? Anna gulped.

"In case you want to stop. You know what a safe word is?"

"Of course." Just the thought of how extreme it would be getting for her to need a safe word made her heart beat faster. "Ummm..."

The men continued to circle her while she thought, fondling her breasts, buttocks, waist, trailing their hands all over her. Red then green, then red again.

Their outfits gave her inspiration, "Elben." She blurted, "Old German for elves."

"Sehr gut," Gert quipped and tugged a handful of hair, "Even though we are Afrikaans, not Dutch or German. You also have the traffic lights of red, amber and green. Have you used them before?"

Anna tried to nod, but her hair was caught, "Yes, I have."

"Now, if you have anything you need to do for yourself, do it now."

"No, there's nothing I need to-" She gasped. On her way out, Lindsay had whispered something in her ear.

Jan laughed, "You think so? In that case..."

She was tossed over his shoulder, and a door was barged open, a dim light lit. She was lowered onto a large white linen-wrapped bed.

"Kneel," commanded Gert.

"What?"

"Kneel on the bed. On your knees." They stood over her, slowly unbuttoning their shirts.

She wondered whether she should argue, but obeyed instead.

"Good girl. If you are to enjoy tonight, you must trust us. Take your top and bra off."

It was be nervous and fumble, or take her time, stay calm and tease. She chose the latter. The top unzipped and she pulled it over her head. When she glanced at them again, her jaw dropped open. The shirts had disappeared, leaving two spectacular half-dressed men. She licked her lips at their ridges of muscle, forgetting her task.

"Bra, little elf. Take it off."

The hooks came undone and the cups fell away, leaving her clad solely in her tiny skirt.

"Lekker anties. You have nice breasts and pretty nipples. A handful. Hold them up for us."

As they began stroking their covered crotches, she clasped her breasts. She was rougher than they had been earlier, twisting her nipples and squeezing the flesh tight. Her eyes ran over them and she licked her lips again.

Jan said something to Gert in a language which Anna assumed was Afrikaans. She didn't mind not knowing what they said, it added to the suspense.

The blond stepped closer while the other man disappeared out of view. "OK, my elf. Strip me. Be careful."

She had to be careful undoing his jeans, his erection was almost bursting the zip. He wore no underwear, his gorgeous, fat cock fell into her hands. He lifted either foot as she pulled off his shoes and socks, leaning over the bed to do it. Then, on hands and knees, she gazed at him, her mouth watering.

While in that position, as she was lifting her hand to his cock, she felt hands on her buttocks, pushing her skirt up.

"Hey man, she's soaking wet."

A finger teased her up and down and she keened, thrusting herself back and wanting more contact.

"Gut, did you find the toys?"

"Ja."

She heard the rustling of cellophane, and tried to look around.

Jan's hand blocked her view, "Pass me the blindfold, she's too nosey." He crouched down in front of her, "You need to trust us, but you are new to this, so we will help you."

The soft cloth settled around her, plunging her into darkness. She felt them move around her.

"Strip me."

Her hands were put into use taking off the second man's clothes. As she pulled down his jeans, she felt fingers brushing other parts of her. A pinch of a nipple caused her to falter.

"Keep going."

Someone slapped her arse. Twice. The sting shot pleasurably through her. She forced her hands to keep moving despite wanting to savour the sensations. Then his clothes were gone.

"Hands and knees."

She felt fingers trailing between her legs, through the slickness oozing out of her. A finger ventured further up and pushed in. She tried to relax, the judders running through her. Two fingers pushed in, sawing apart and together.

"I think she's done this before."

"Here."

The fingers slid out and something was pressed to her back passageway. A squelch of a bottle and she felt something cool enter her. Then the fingers returned, followed by something harder, unyielding. She breathed out, relaxing and tensing alternately, and with a sharp pinch, it nestled within her.

"She's definitely done that before, she took that plug like a pro."

"One size up?"

"Ja, we can use her there later if it fits."

Anna struggled to breathe. She felt hypersensitive, the lack of sight heightening her other senses. She had tried plugs before and enjoyed the feeling of one inside her. The anticipation of what was to come, having them inside her, made her whimper. Just being touched there, nowhere else, by two naked men discussing her was even hotter.

The plug was twisted around, tapped and then gently pulled out. More crinkling of plastic, more lube and another hard, cool object pressed for entry, but slightly bigger this time. Hands were placed on her buttocks, pulling them apart and massaging the flesh to relax her. She whimpered again, her previous clenching and releasing took longer to let the inanimate intruder inside.

The touch to her swollen hood was so light the first time she hardly felt it. Then came a firmer stroke. Her hips tried to follow, but the restraining hands wouldn't let them. Tickling, teasing touches to her engorged lips, a finger taunting her, and the plug pushed into her arse.

"Oof!" The plug settled inside her, and all hands were removed. She twisted her hips, panting at the feeling of fullness.

Something tickled her cheek and pressed against her lips, "Open up."

Her tongue came out and she swiped it across the head of a weeping cock. "Mmmm, tasty," she murmured.

Gert, or who she thought was Gert, laughed and nudged further in. She found herself sucking on a cock she'd never seen, laving it with her tongue. He didn't push much deeper, leaving it up to her to accept what she could.

His cock was removed and another entered her mouth. Jan, she was guessing. She had just begun a rhythmic sucking when he moved away.

"On your knees."

Hands guided her so she was kneeling, with a cock in each hand. She felt the plug jostle with each movement and clenched as a spike of combined pleasure and pain shot through her. Fuck, this was hot.

She was dripping between her legs, imagining their eyes on her. They must have been standing very close together, their cocks were inches apart. They smelled and tasted slightly musky but clean. Anna couldn't stop herself from leaning forward and licking at the cocks in turn.

"One moment," she muttered, and took her hands off them. Delving her hands between her legs, she gathered some of the copious fluids, and found their cocks again. Her hands slid better on them, and she continued her rhythm, sucking and licking each one in turn, tasting herself as well as them.

"Good girl, I'm impressed." The voice was throaty.

"Me too." Hoarse. "Try taking us deeper." Hands gently cupped her head, directing her mouth. Anna couldn't swallow them at that angle, but did the best she could.

"Me first, isit? We'll come fast this first time, then everything else is slow."

With one cock in her mouth, she felt the other drawing away, out of the reach of her hand. Hands grasped her hips, bent her forward and she felt a touch on the plug, then a cock slowly entering below it.

The fit was tight, due to the plug. She gasped, the different angle allowing the cock in her mouth further in. Despite no or few touches to her breasts or between her legs, she felt close to coming. Two men working deeper within her body, her arse plugged, one hand holding her up, one cupping the balls of the man sinking into her mouth.

This rhythm was different, she wasn't in control this time. She slobbered around one cock while another hammered faster and faster, until she felt it coming. A snap, and a warm spray was rubbed into her buttocks.

The cock disappeared from her mouth, and she was lain on her back. A slight pause, and she was penetrated again. Her legs wrapped around him, and he plunged into her.

"Shall we let her come?" Heavy pants from the man fucking her.

"No, she's already ahead of us."

The man fucking her changed his angle and made sure he wasn't hitting her clit. Anna whined in protest, she was building up nicely. Instead, she tightened around him, her hips meeting his.

Just as she was about to reach her peak, she felt him begin to come, and he pulled out. She heard the snap of rubber then a warm spray on her stomach. Her hands went to massage the come in, and to rub her desperate clit.

"Bad girl."

Her hands were captured away from her legs.

"Time for the cuffs and collar?"

"Ja, I can't wait to see how she looks. On your knees, elf."

Still panting with unfulfilled arousal, she was forced onto her knees again, her thighs wide apart. As one continued to hold her wrists, something was buckled around her neck. It felt smooth, surprisingly comfortable. She could smell leather, and hear the jingling of metal. They fastened cuffs snugly around her wrists, then took her arms around her back, attaching them together.