‘Stay still’?!?!? The simple command seemed outrageously difficult for a girl who was used to giving or taking pleasure, never just laying back and receiving it.<i>-You- try staying still with a vibrator up your ass!!</i>Well…at least Jamie was smart enough to know that if she started rattling off wise ass remarks, she was surely going to get punished. And right now, on the verge of having an absolutely –massive- orgasm, the thought of Nadia having to stop fucking her so that she could discipline her was borderline unbearable.<br/><br/>“Ahhh!” The blonde cried out as Nadia slammed the toy up into her, causing the illusion that it had gone even -deeper- into her clutching sex.<i>Okay.. Don’t move… Don’t move….</i>Such a simple command was too hard to obey, especially as Carl dialed up the vibrations on the butt plug. Jamie probably kept her hips still for a whopping 30 seconds before they started bucking on their own accord. “I c-can’t. Nadia, p-please...” she stammered; stupid Carl and his stupid cheating sex toys! He was going to get her into trouble with her Mistress!<i>Wait…what?!</i><br/><br/>Jamie could feel control rapidly leaking through her fingers. She’d totally lost the ability to repress the primal need to buck her hips forward as she sought her pleasure, and now she was thinking of Nadia as her Mistress. The only thing she really could control anymore were her own emotions and pride, but even –that- was getting yanked away from her. Jamie froze up when those grey eyes focused on her lips, tensing as she knew what was about to happen.<i>She wouldn’t dare…</i>Apparently, Nadia really –would- dare. Teeth nibbled delicately along the soft swell of her bottom lip and Jamie tried to recoil, but Nadia’s grip in her hair and Carl’s warm, strong body pressed against her kept the poor blonde locked in place.<i>Platypus?!</i>Jamie thought the word but it never came out, Nadia’s soft lips connected to hers and the blonde was entirely lost.<br/><br/>Her wide eyes drifted shut and she absolutely melted as she felt Nadia’s tongue brush against her own. Jamie –really- liked kissing girls; they have a much more graceful hunger in their needy kisses than men do. By the time the redhead had released her from the liplock, Jamie was panting, flushed, and looking even more disheveled than she had been 10 seconds ago. The kiss had definitely thrown her off her game and had perhaps rattled her more than anything else. There was something so intimate about a kiss…well…maybe not –intimate- as much as –emotional-. When it’s over it strips everything away, leaving you feeling bare and vulnerable… Artists were overly emotional creatures…and right now Jamie was trying her best to destroy the infatuation that was creeping into her now defenseless heart. She needed to kill it before it turned into something dangerous: like a stupid crush on a redheaded, bi-curious girl that had no idea what the hell she had just done.<br/><br/>Fucking straight girls…they always screw up the plans of lesbians.<br/><br/>Jamie was so busy dealing with that little catastrophe in her heart, with some rationalization that it was all just some ridiculous hormonally driven thing, caused by the act they were committing, that by the time she was finished, she was suddenly very, very aware that she had almost no control left. Carl had flipped around and was now whispering into her ear, making her shiver as his warm breath flowed over the glistening skin of her throat. His throbbing cock was pressed against the soft flesh of her ass and she whimpered, already knowing what was coming next. There was nowhere to go, no escape, no anything left. All she could do was take it as Carl eased himself into her loosened and strangely willing ass. The blonde gasped, wriggling a little bit, unsure of which way to move now that she was stuffed so full. Until today, Jamie had –never- had anything in her ass before. But somehow she’d gone from Carl’s finger, to a toy, to now the soccer star’s throbbing member. “Ohhh….ooooh! Mmmph… Please… Carl... I want to cum…” the blonde pleaded, her brow furrowed in concentration as the gears in her head turned in an attempt to manufacture coherent sentences, but no other words wanted to come out.<br/><br/><i>You have to beg, you have to submit.</i>Did she? Couldn’t she just wait them out instead and save face that way? Well…she could –maybe- wait Carl out; he’d probably lose his patience and just fuck her silly in an attempt to get himself off. But Nadia had the unique advantage in that she was wearing a strap on that didn’t quite give her the same sense of urgency that Carl’s real cock did. Could she finally reach her peek from him savagely fucking her ass? Damnit. She didn’t know!! And at this point she didn’t want to chance it. Jamie let out a pitiful whine as she felt helplessness lap at the base of her skull. Fuck…she’d be stuck riding the edge of pleasure for forever if she didn’t suck it up and let go of everything. Or worse: she’d never get to orgasm at all!<i>You have to say the words…</i><br/><br/>“I-love-being-fucked-by-both-of-you-at-the-same-time.” The blonde finally managed to blurt out. Well…that hadn’t been –too- bad. Admitting it was humiliating, but she hadn’t died of embarrassment.<br/><br/>Feeling –used- was a rather strange thing. The knowledge that she was a toy for Carl and Nadia to play with for their own pleasure aroused her, dominated her mind, made her pussy ache so bad that the intense throbbing between her legs had managed to weave it’s way up into her stomach. And there was a strange sense of honor that dulled her fighty spirit, Master and Mistress had picked -her- to play with, not one of the other subs in the room. What the hell was she thinking?! She shook her head a little bit, trying to clear it, but the pleasant, warming feeling of submission didn't go away. What the hell had they done to her to get her like this?! She knew that if she had only been paired with either just Carl or just Nadia, she’d never have reached this state of surrender. And even with her brain in this hazy sort of submissive space, she had the presence of mind to praise their dual efforts because she was sure neither inexperienced Dom would have been able to break her on their own.<br/><br/>“P-please…Master, Mistress…fuck me hard. I need you both…please…” Jamie’s pleas were punctuated with heaving, shuddering breaths. Being forced to have an orgasm dangled infront of her for what felt like hours, barely out of reach, was driving her crazy. Her legs were shaking, the muscles in her stomach were twitching, and her knuckles were white from fiddling with the rope above her head for something to do. She pulled at the bindings, wanting to be set free so badly...to be allowed the privilege of giving Nadia pleasure. She knew that Carl could just take his own, but Nadia was without any sort of stimulation. Jamie wasn't quite sure how helpful she'd be trying to please her new Mistress and Master; she had been trembling for so long that she actually felt -exhausted- even though she hadn't really been moving. And now she was finally laying still, the only movements of her body were the ones caused by Nadia's and Carl's slowly thrusting hips. "It feels so good...but I just need a little more...ohhh God, please!" Jamie mewled pitifully. "Mistress, Master, I'm soooo close...please..."