The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The following morning I woke in a cold sweat. I could not order my thoughts properly but I knew that I must not go into the office. I sat at the breakfast table drinking strong coffee hoping that my heightened alertness would help with my self control but, as it approached the time that I would normally leave for the office, I found myself starting to cry. It was not self-pity but instead a realization that the longer I sat there the more upset Gemma would be. It suddenly seemed so unreasonable for me to hurt her in that way and I felt so much happier with myself as soon as I took the decision to leave.

Whilst driving in vague memories of the previous day’s events took shape in my mind and with them came an almost overwhelming sense of shame but it was all overshadowed by a recollection that somehow I had angered Gemma. When I got to the office she was already there and as soon as I saw her I became aware of a dull ache about my face and head.

“How are you feeling?”

“A little confused.”

“You’ll be fine now that you’ve got rid of any foolish notions about breaking up the partnership…”

She was right. Just those few simple words somehow made me feel altogether better.

“However, I have to say that I was angry with you, that you of all people would want to betray me…”

I went from calm to despair in the blink of an eye. I could not think why I should ever want to be disloyal to her.

“I have to go away overnight and so you’ll be alone here. I’ve decided that you need someone to keep an eye on you. She’s waiting in your office and you will endeavour to please her as you would me.”

She was treating me like an errant schoolgirl but a part of my mind told me that I was deserving of it. She looked back down at the paperwork on her desk and I was dismissed without a word. I walked through to my office assuming that I would find Jenny there, after all, who else could it be, but as I walked through the door my heart went cold.

Sitting in my chair, with her bare feet up on the desk, was Chloe, Gemma’s niece. In the next few seconds I recalled all the horrendous details of my previous encounter with her. She had been thrown out of school and Gemma had suggested that we help her out by giving her some temporary work. She turned out to be arrogant and conceited but worst of all she had not shown a spark of intelligence. Even the simplest of tasks seemed too taxing for her limited abilities. The one skill she did possess was an innate ability to get under peoples skin. In my case she picked up on my slightly prudish outlook on life and she would regale me details of her own sexual exploits which I dismissed as total fiction. In the sprit of friendship I put up with it for a week but then I had to draw the line. Gemma had fought Chloe’s corner but when I told her it was Chloe or me she knew she had no choice.

I was still staring at her with a startled expression when she answered the unasked question.

“Good morning, and yes, I do know all about you.”

If Gemma’s aim in seeking to teach me a lesson was to humiliate me then she could not have found a better method.

“First things first. Take off all your clothes and let me have them. I’ll keep them safely locked away.”

“Chloe, be serious. We may have got off on the wrong foot the first time round but there’s no reason why we shouldn’t get along for the next two days.”

“Oh we’ll get along just fine…as long as you do exactly as you’re told. Now, strip!”

I willed my hands to stay at my sides but I was a puppet with someone else pulling the strings. Less than sixty seconds later I handed my clothes to her and watched as she locked them in desk drawer.

“Nice body. Now why don’t you pop out and fetch me a coffee, white, two sugars.”

“I can’t!”

“Of course you can. I know you’ll do anything to please me. Now run along.”

I turned from her and wondered how the hell I could do as she asked. The vending machine was across the hall in a kitchenette that we shared with two other offices. As I padded past Gemma’s office she looked up at me with a cruel smile but that was the least of my worries. I opened the front door and held it ajar as I checked out the corridor. There did not appear to be anyone around and I strained to hear if there was any activity in the kitchenette. Everything seemed quiet and so I loped across the five yard gap and there then followed the longest minute of my life as I waited for the coffee to vend. The return trip was necessarily slower carrying the hot drink but I made it back and closed the door behind me with a huge sigh of relief. I handed it to Chloe who made a pretense of spilling it before starting to laugh.

“Well done, but I will be getting through a lot of coffee in the course of the day.”

I groaned inwardly. I had been lucky the first time but it was certain that my luck would not hold indefinitely. She sipped her drink and made no move to vacate my seat leaving me to stand self consciously in front of the desk. Her very presence jarred my sensibilities. My office was a reflection of my personality, neat, well ordered and quietly comfortable and Chloe’s goth persona seemed so at odds with it. She was a beautiful girl but she tried to make a statement with her spiked black hair and heavy makeup. Even her clothes seemed designed to negate her enviable figure. She wore a short leather jacket over a white unironed blouse and an obscenely short kilted skirt.

“I want to see you put on a show.”

She opened the desk drawer and took out a brutally large vibrator. It was much bigger than the one I kept at home and it was so heavy that I almost dropped it as she passed it across. I stared at it mutely wondering what the hell she expected me to do with it.

“Put it on the high setting and then I want to see you get it all the way in.”

As I switched it on the thing vibrated in my hands like a road drill. I wanted to throw it across the room but I drew it towards myself as though it were magnetized. I held it as steady as I could in both hands and then tentatively touched it between my legs. It beat against my sensitive skin like a tiny, manic, hammer and the sensation was painful but, at the same time, it had an immediate effect on my clitoris. There was no way that I could take the whole thing but I had to appear to try. I opened my legs a little wider and pressed the rounded head gently against my labia. For a second or two the pain increased but it was suddenly transmuted into a wave of pleasure which flashed across my whole body. Almost before I knew it I was pressing harder and the first two inches was inside me. I had never been so stretched and the vibrations literally shook me from head to toe. I heard Chloe laugh but I was lost in my own world of awareness. I worked the monster in and out by degrees to get myself wetter and then I took another couple of inches. At that point I think I had an orgasm but my body was not sated. I wanted it deeper still and in a state verging on delirium I stepped forward to the sofa. My legs were unsteady but I managed to straddle the arm of the sofa and I set the flat base of the vibrator down on it. After that, it was simply a matter of surrender. I let my leg muscles relax and slowly allowed the shaft to impale me. By the time it was buried to the hilt I was sweating freely and then I was hit by an orgasm the like of which I had never known. It took hold of me and refused to let go as I clenched my muscles so tightly around the shaft that it hurt.

I do not remember much after that. When I finally got a grip on myself I found that I had collapsed onto the sofa and the vibrator was buzzing loudly on the floor.

“I think you ought to turn it off or we’ll have complaints for the tenants downstairs.”

I reached down and did as she asked still not quite able to believe what I had just done.

“I’ll get you the name of the supplier.”

Her remark was intended to be flippant but as I stared at the monstrosity I wondered if I could ever be satisfied with anything of normal proportions ever again.

“Right, now you’ve had your fun it’s time for mine. Watching you play the slut has got me all hot and bothered.”

As I watched she stood up and slipped her panties down her otherwise bare legs. She stepped out of them and then sat down again with her legs widely spread.

“Come here. You can start by licking my feet and working your way up.

I must have made quite a sight. I could only get to my feet unsteadily. My hair felt lank, my make-up was beyond repair and I supposed that this was all part of her plan to totally degrade me. I knelt at her feet which smelt of trainers and stale talc but, perversely, I noted that her toenails were immaculately pedicured and varnished.

Yet again, I felt as though I was outside of my own body watching someone else but now I was looking down on them in every sense. I felt repulsed that this person was prepared to demean themselves in this totally humiliating way and I wanted to tell them to stop but, somehow, I knew that it would be to no avail. I licked lightly across the top of her foot but she wanted more.

“Lick my toes. I want to feel your tongue in between them.”

The voice of authority came naturally to her. She had obviously been a spoilt child, used to getting her own way, and the hint of petulance in everything she said worked deep on my subconscious. She was hard to please but I was compelled to try as hard as I could. The skin on her feet was mercifully soft but that made the task no less unedifying and she did not let me off lightly. Every few minutes she would take one foot away and present me with the other.

After about a quarter of an hour she picked up the phone.

Hi, Claudia, it’s me, I’m back.”

I felt my stomach lurch. Claudia was a young coloured woman who worked in the post room for the tenants on the first floor. She and Chloe had struck up a relationship whilst taking cigarette breaks outside of our no smoking building. I had had cause to complain not only because the breaks were getting progressively longer but because, once back in the office, they would immediately be on the phone to one another. At the finish I had lodged a complaint with Claudia’s supervisor.

“No, just for a couple of days….the bitch?...yeah, she’s still here…she’s licking my feet even as we speak…Don’t laugh, its true. No really. I’m sitting in her office with no panties and when I count to three she is going to start eating me out. One, two…three.

Oh my God! She’s good. She really knows how to use her tongue. Shit, you can’t believe how horny I am, I’m dripping!...No, you don’t have to tell her, she just knows what to do.

Oh yes! She’s working on my clit…Fuck, this is better than any guy! You still don’t believe me? …Suck me out, I want my friend to hear …Of course it’s her…Oh Wo Wo!...She’s got her tongue right up inside….Yes! That’s it! Right there!...Oh fuck!...I’m going to come!...

Shit, that was a real gusher…No. Don’t stop…keep licking. Claudia? Can you sneak out for a couple of minutes?... No, not downstairs, come up here to the office.”

Chloe had lit up a cigarette, despite the prohibitions, and I was still licking slavishly at her sex when I heard the high pitched squeal behind me.

“Yo bitch! You weren’t lying. Is she kinky or what!”

Chloe reveled in her mastery for a few more seconds and then replied.

“If you’ve got the time I’ll make her do you.”

“No shit!...but your aunt?...”

“She’s cool. Come over here and take off your jeans.”

“Chloe, please, enough’s enough.”

My voice sounded pathetic even to my own ears.

“Ignore her. She’ll do just as she’s told.”

As she said it she got up from the chair and straightened her skirt and I tried to rise with her.

“Stay right where you are. If you want to please me you’ll eat out my friend and make a fucking good job of it.”

“Oh. I have got to get me some of this.”

Claudia had already kicked off her trainers and had wrenched her tight jeans and panties down her legs in one piece. She almost tripped over herself in her haste and then fell into the seat so recently vacated by Chloe.

“Ever tasted black pussy bitch?”

Claudia had the body of a female sprinter. As I knelt between her ebony thighs I could see her well developed leg muscles rippling in anticipation and then my eyes were inevitably drawn to her sex. Her pubic hair was immaculately razor cut into the shape of a heart and the tight black curls glistened with a scented oil. As she made herself more comfortable it became a broken heart with her pink inner lips forming a starkly contrasting slash and I found myself perversely wondering whether or not the taste would be any different from my experiences up to that point.

“You not started yet?”

I struggled desperately and in my imagination I saw myself getting to my feet and slapping her across her face for her temerity. In reality I was leaning inwards with the tip of my tongue already between my lips.

“Shit, she’s really doing it, she’s licking my pussy.”

Having established my submissiveness she elected for an altogether more direct approach. She twisted a hank of my hair painfully in her hand and pulled me more tightly against her sex.

“Get your tongue right in there.”

My mouth was already sore from my previous exertions but I did as I was told snaking my tongue deep inside her. Her muscles clutched at me, putting a painful strain on the root of my tongue, but I held my place.

“This is fucking freaky. Give me a cigarette Chlo I think this is going to take a while.”

She lit up and then tapped me on the head.

“Show me what you can do…”

For the next few minutes I brought all my new found skills to bear as I tried to get it over with as soon as possible but, having got over her initial excitement, Claudia was in no hurry. She smoked a second cigarette and discussed her plans for the weekend shifting herself slightly every now and then to direct my attention to a particular spot.

“Do my clit.”

She stubbed out her cigarette and used both hands to open herself. The smell of nicotine from her fingers almost made me vomit but then came the next shock. Her clitoris was enormous. It lolled from its fleshy hood like a miniature penis and, even as I looked, it seemed to swell. Were all coloured woman endowed in this way? I was given no time for contemplation.

“Suck it.”

I pursed my lips and sucked it gently into my mouth.

“Yesss…”

Claudia lifted her hips slightly, pushing herself at me, and I started to use my tongue. It was like licking the head of a tiny mushroom and it had an almost immediate effect. She started to swear under her breath and undulated her hips seeking more friction. Her sex was leaking and I was enveloped in her bitter sweet stench but I could not stop. As she started to come she bucked herself uncaringly against my face content to rub her clitoris wherever she could. By the time she finished my face was coated and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

They gave me ten minutes respite and then they swapped places again. Over the course of that day and the next I lost count of the times that I was made to serve. The painful swelling in my knees was second only to the numbed and abused lump that my tongue had become. My sanity was seriously at risk but there was a single hopeful beacon on the horizon. When I got home on the second night there was message on my answering machine from Sebastian. He had wrapped up his latest business deal and was flying back the following afternoon. He did not like me to phone whilst he was away, he said it made him homesick, but on this occasion I broke the rule. I could not reach him direct but I left a message at his hotel asking him to meet me at my flat as soon as possible.

The next morning I tried harder than ever not to go to the office but each time I contemplated an alternative course of action I found myself descending into a trough of despond. Life only seemed to have any meaning once I made the decision to go in. When I arrived it was to find Gemma sitting at my desk perusing my office diary.

“Have you missed me? Still, I’m sure you’ve had fun with Chloe.”

My heart fell. The way she said it, and the cruel smile that now dressed her face, made me certain that she would be wanting some fun of her own now that she was back.

“You were going to take this afternoon off if Seb got back on time. Have you heard from him?”

I did not want to tell her. I had pinned all my hopes on confiding in Seb, if my conditioning would allow, and praying that he would come up with a solution. I tried to stay silent but she raised a questioning eyebrow and some inherent sense of good manners made me answer.

“Yes.”

“Is he going to your flat?”

After an anguished hesitation I answered.

“I hope so.”

“Good, then I want you to invite me round.”

I felt my body start to shake and she must have read the terror in my expression. For a second or two she looked uneasy but then she said just two words.

“Good dog.”

I have no memory of the next quarter of an hour. When I next became aware Gemma was gone and I was sitting at my desk reviewing a client portfolio. I desperately racked my brains but nothing would come. For the next few hours I worked feverishly but with the constant fear that she would call me into her office. I was amazed that I could concentrate at all and I began to wonder if she had conditioned me to labour for the benefit of her prosperity in ways other than those which were totally loathsome.

In mid-afternoon the phone rang and I almost wept when I heard Sebastian’s voice. His flight was in and he was taking a taxi straight to the flat. I packed up quickly and walked briskly past Gemma’s office without looking in.

Once back at the flat I had an anguished hour’s wait until his taxi finally arrived and the sense of relief when I saw him in the doorway made me smile like a schoolgirl meeting her latest film idol in the flesh. I ushered him in and his lips were on mine almost before the door was closed. On one memorable occasion, following a particularly lengthy business trip, we had not even made it out of the hall before shedding our clothes and getting down to it on the floor. As we stood there I could feel his burgeoning erection and feared that we might be overtaken by our passions once again.

“Seb, no …not here. Come through to the living room, we need to talk.”

He had that petulant look that Hugh Grant does so well but Sebastian was more George Clooney. He looked older than his years but with him it was very becoming. He took pride in his well muscled physique and seemed happy to live with the premature lines that gave his face so much of its character but I suspected that his vanity would lead him to the surgeon’s blade before too many more years passed.

Another thing he had in common with Hugh Grant was his thick, dark, hair, now shot through with the odd strand of silver, which he wore slightly too long and brushed away from his face in much the same manner.

He held down a high-powered job, and projected a macho image to the world, but neither of us was in any doubt who was the dominant partner in our relationship. He was, therefore, surprised to find me so seemingly vulnerable.

I sat him down on the sofa but, as I took his hands in mine, the doorbell rang. I knew who it was and I did not want to answer it but Sebastian looked at me curiously as it rang a second time and I continued to wrestle with myself.

Finally, I gave in and went to the door and it was clear from the look on Gemma’s face that she was not happy to be kept waiting.

“Hi Seb. Not seen you in a while.”

“Hi Gemma. No, I’ve been away.”

As ever, they were cordial with one another but there was always a slight awkwardness. Sebastian was a client at our previous firm and Gemma had had eyes for him from the first but, as time went by, it became obvious that it was me that he was attracted to. At first I dismissed him as being too handsome for his own good, a man who could have any woman he wanted, but as I got to know him and began to appreciate his touching vulnerability, I changed my views.

Gemma sat down next to him on the sofa leaving me standing awkwardly.

“Is it too early for a drink?”

“No…of course…what will you have?”

I left them together whilst I went to open a bottle of wine. Gemma’s intrusion was both annoying and worrying. I knew there was more to it but the harder I tried to dredge it up from my subconscious the deeper it seemed to be buried.

I set the glasses on the coffee table and took a seat opposite them in an armchair.

“Was there something in particular that you wanted?”

Gemma looked at me in mock surprise.

“I was hoping you would tell me as I’m here at you invitation.”

For a second or two I was flustered and could not think what to say and my predicament was not helped by the look that Sebastian gave me. It spoke a thousand words and told me to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Gemma let the awkward pause hang for a couple of seconds.

“Well, if it’s a private matter, perhaps we can discuss it at the office tomorrow. I guess you two love birds have far more pressing business…”

As she said it she casually patted Sebastian’s lap.

“…Well, well who’s a naughty boy?”

He looked at me uncertainly with a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. Gemma had left her hand resting on the crotch of his linen trousers and it was obvious that his erection had lost none of its vigour. Gemma could be outrageous on occasions but this was taking things too far. I wanted to tell her to behave herself but, instead, I found myself laughing it off.

Gemma moved her hand in a gentle circular motion.

“You know, that’s what I miss about being in a regular relationship the sex is so much better...”

Sebastian shifted enough to move her hand from the now prominent bulge so that it rested on his thigh.

“…Perhaps I could share you...”

Now it was Sebastian’s turn to laugh awkwardly.

“…Oh, come on Seb, don’t tell me that you’ve never fantasized about having a threesome…”

She gave a broad smile as her hand moved back to his bulge and he looked at me despairingly for a lead.

“You’d lend him to me wouldn’t you?”

Her coy question filled me with bile but I could not help myself as I gave a sly smile and made my reply.

“Of course I would.”

In the space of seconds Sebastian’s expression went from shock to bewilderment and then tentative expectation. After all, what was he to think? I had invited Gemma round and I was making light of her outlandish behaviour.

“There you are Seb, the seal of approval, reckon you could take us both on?”

At that point in time it could still have been construed as a joke; all it needed was Sebastian to get up from the sofa and make it clear that enough was enough. I sat there willing him to do just that but I could see that there was a new excitement in his eyes. Gemma shifted slightly allowing her already short skirt to ride a little further up her legs and then the heavy silence was broken by the slow harsh rasp of a zip as she deftly unfastened his flies.

Sebastian remained frozen his eyes darting to mine but all I could do was to grin stupidly.

“Now I know what you see in him…”

Gemma had freed his erection from the confines of his trousers and had it in her hand. Sebastian was proud of his manhood and justifiably so. Fully erect, it was nearly nine inches and Gemma could barely close her hand around its impressive girth. She toyed with him for a moment or two and then looked at me.

“Why don’t you come and unwrap this delicious package?”

I strained every sinew to stay where I was but the nature of Gemma’s pre-conditioning was just too powerful to overcome. I walked across to him and even smiled seductively as I pulled him to his feet. The fool looked as though he had died and gone to heaven as I slowly undressed him. When he was totally naked Gemma gently pulled him back down on to the sofa.

“Warm him up while I get undressed…”

Her words could have meant almost anything but, for me, they were just another pre-determined trigger. I knelt down in front of him and slowly eased his legs apart and he could hardly believe his luck. Whenever I had done it in the past it had always been in bed so that it was an act carried out on equal terms. Going down on my knees had all sorts of submissive connotations and I would not do it for any man, including Sebastian. Now, I played the whore that Gemma had made of me. I took his manhood in both hands and began to lick and suck at it with the relish of a porn actress but he did not have eyes for me. Behind me Gemma was slowly undressing and he was almost salivating as he watched.

“Don’t let him come.”

I came almost to a stop and held him still as he throbbed between my lips. Every now and again my mouth was invaded by a salty tang and I knew he would like nothing more than to come deep into the back of my throat and in some way I had rather he had done that than to hold himself back for his chance with Gemma. At that moment I hated him. I had no choice in what I did but he had so easily made light of our relationship. Far from being my saviour he was now revealed as a complete liability and it was fear and foreboding that I realized I was going to have to find another solution.

“Why don’t you sit and watch?”

I turned to face Gemma in her now horribly familiar nakedness and then, robotically, I took a seat in the armchair. Sebastian’s eyes were devouring her and she played up to it with devastating effect. She moved towards him with feline sexiness and he brought his legs together in anticipation. As she drew nearer she turned around so that she had her back to him and allowed him to take her by the hips. She eased backwards and reached beneath her to take hold of his erection. She paused for a moment, holding him ready, and than she slowly dropped onto his lap impaling herself in the process.

She sat astride him, such that I could no longer see his face, and she guided his hands upwards to cup her breasts. I wanted to close my eyes, to look away, but I felt compelled to watch. She caught my eye and then eased herself upwards, just once, so that I could see the glistening evidence of her arousal on his manhood. Then, she slowly sank down once more allowing him to fill her in a way that was so deliciously familiar to me. She was totally in control and behind her Sebastian grunted as he tried to hold back in a futile attempt to prove himself. I knew then that she had no interest in him other than as a means to humiliate me.

“Come for me baby…”

He needed no second bidding. He gave a single, animal, groan and his legs stiffened as he found his release in an act that had lasted barely a minute. When it was over Gemma rose from him and it was hard to say whether the redness in his face came from exertion or embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“No need to apologize…”

She pecked him on the cheek and then, sitting back down next to him, she looked at me.

“…I’ve saved some for you.”

It was another trigger and it was only as my body began to obey that I realized what she had in store. I got up and approached him in a theatrically seductive manner and went back down on my knees. He held his breath, hardly daring to believe, and I could see his heart hammering in his chest. I parted his legs, shook my hair from my face, and took his turgid truncheon of flesh into my mouth.

I had never before gone down on him after lovemaking and he remained frozen as though any movement might shatter the fantasy. I sucked at him, drawing out, the remainder of his ejaculate and then I took him deeper as I licked and cleaned the whole shaft. He was so lost in his own pleasure that it was only after a few seconds that it must have occurred to him that I was tasting not just him but Gemma as well. As soon as that thought registered, with all its connotations, I felt him beginning to swell in my mouth.

In an odd way I felt cheated. In all the time I had known him he had never come back to the boil again so quickly but now he was at full mast and he had the temerity to take hold of my head as he started to thrust at me. I sensed Gemma’s amusement but she had no intention of allowing him to come again quite so quickly.

“Hey, I’m getting jealous.”

Sebastian looked at her and I could see that he was puffed with pride because he was more than ready to attend to her once again. He withdrew from my mouth and held his erection in readiness but he was not to know that her remark was intended not for him but for me.

I got up and moved across as she opened her legs in welcome. I went down on my knees, taking up the penitential position that now came so naturally to me, and I heard Sebastian swear under his breath in amazement.

“Clean me up…then make me come.”

The dark fur was matted and wet as a result of their brief session but I dared not demur. I moved closer and began to preen her with my tongue. As I laboured she grew more aroused and her labia began to swell and to part. A runnel of mixed juices leaked from her sex and I went low with my tongue to lap it up.

“Get your tongue inside…”

With a growing sense of revulsion I did as she asked and was greeted by a co-mingled creamy mess. Both tastes were familiar to me but now they formed a bitter-sweet cocktail.

“Come on…I can’t hear you swallowing…”

I pushed my tongue deeper still and lapped up gobbets of the buttery mixture swallowing with a feigned relish which was obviously the result of another subliminal command. I could not believe how full she was; Sebastian had surpassed himself and I cursed him beyond measure.

“Make sure you get it all…”

After a few more minutes all traces of Sebastian had disappeared and now I was swallowing on account of her ever growing arousal.

“Do it…”

It was almost with a sense of relief that I switched my attentions to her clitoris which felt stone hard under my tongue. By then I knew her so well; she was more sensitive to the right than the left but she did not like to come too soon, she liked to be teased. I used the well-trained tip of my tongue to stimulate the left hand side of her clitoris and made random, fleeting, darts to the right. She had become a mistress of self control and it seemed an age before she finally relented.

“Suck it …”

I fixed my mouth to the apex of her sex and, as I gently sucked, I flicked my tongue, with newly learned rapidity, over the bulge of nerve endings. Her first orgasm came quickly, almost violently, but, these days, she was never content with just one. She had turned multi-orgasms into an art form and, as I continued to suck, swallowing her offering, the aftershocks were suddenly borne up to be transmuted into a second, distinct, climax. This one she controlled, riding it out, safe in the knowledge that I would continue to provide all the stimulation she needed for as long as she needed it.

I dared a glance at my watch when she finally released me and saw that she had had me on my knees for more than half an hour but when I could bring myself to look at Sebastian it was to find that his erection was undiminished, in fact, it looked stiffer than I ever remembered having seen it. He must have known, at that juncture, that there was something amiss: the tone that Gemma adopted was not what you would expect from two good friends enjoying a little Sapphic fun. As if to test a theory he posed a question.

“Are you going to trade places?”

Gemma’s reply was almost disdainful.

“I don’t do girls.”

“But you’re happy to be the recipient?”

“How could I refuse her? She just loves to worship at the shrine and, after all, she has such a talented little tongue. Now, you look more than ready, which one of us is it going to be?”

The casual use of the impersonal pronoun must have confirmed for him the skewed nature of the relationship between Gemma and I but, if anything, it only seemed to excite him more. Now, offered a choice, I was completely ignored as he gently pushed her back and eased himself between her legs.