This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is to play a game of two truths and one lie. I’m not a very good liar. Nope, that’s a lie. I am a good liar, I just feel like a horrible piece of shit when I do, so I choose not to.
To play this game and keep my scruples intact, I’ve decided to be inventive and use a bit of fiction based on fantasy. So, not necessarily a lie, more like a whim or fancy.
These three short tales are my version of two truths and one lie. Two of them are indeed true and accurate and the third is based on truth but elaborated upon from the depths of my hopeful mind. They are in no particular order, which would defeat the fun. I’ll leave it to you to decide which is which. If you’d like to know which are true and which is a partial fantasy written in words, leave me a comment with your guess and I’ll be sure to reply.
Domesticated
My hands are buried in the green grass that pads my knobby knees. He’s not spoken to me but continues to pet my head and hair, my back, down to my rear. I push into his hand, hoping to entice him to keep it there. Maybe just a little bit longer.
Pulling the summer dress over my head, he balls it before placing it in his bag. The sun is warm on my back and I turn my face toward it, closing my eyes and soaking up its rays.
I feel my panties dampen as he continues to gently slide his hand over my sensitive skin. With no preamble, those too are removed and I purr as a gentle summer breeze brushes over my moist flesh.
His hand settles on my cheek and I rub against it, displaying my affection. He scratches under my chin then circles my neck with a collar and attaches a lead. The rough leather chafes my tender skin.
Standing, he pulls the leash taught then gives his first command.
“Heel”, he says, and together we walk through the forest, Sir and his pet.
The Sell-Off
I’ve been stripped of everything except the black lace g-string that clings to my feminine folds. Mechanically cooled air chills me, causing my nipples to become stiff peaks, goose pimple to rise on my flesh. With my arms tied behind me by a short piece of jute, a blindfold covers my eyes and I’m plunged into darkness.
Rough hands guide and push me, forcing my feet to move, turn, before leaving abruptly. Breathing heavily, a babble of voices surrounds me. I can hear words whispered excitedly.
“Oh, she’s lovely.”
“I wonder what she looks like on her knees, mouth gagged.”
“Her alabaster skin would look magnificent marked with my cane.”
The energetic commotion feels corporeal as I strain to determine who each voice belongs to.
Collectively, the crowd hushes and over the P.A. system, I hear an echoed,
“let the auction begin!”
Sentinel
“Stop there. Remove everything and then put those boots back on.”
Doing as told, I watch as one settles on the loveseat, the other on a chair slightly behind, yet beside. Slipping my feet back into the heeled boots, I stand, awaiting further direction.
“Crawl to me.”
Getting to my knees, I sway my hips seductively as I cross the room. The first unzips his pants, the second sits stiffly in his chair, his eyes fixed on me, watching my every move.
Arriving at my destination, my hair is grasped in a tight grip and I’m jerked toward his hardening cock. I take him in mouth willingly, running my tongue over his length, before taking him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, that’s good,” the first says and the second simply grunts.
As I work on the cock before me, I stare at the man in the chair. He looks back with hooded eyes then stands and releases his shaft from his flies. I smile around the rod in my mouth, with the knowledge that I’m cracking his hardened exterior. Beginning to stroke himself at a leisurely pace, he reclaims his seat, eyes boring into me.
With an accompanying tug to my hair, I’m instructed, “Turn around, slide that cunt down on here.” I take my place, my pussy swallowing his cock. The second stands before me and slides himself into my open mouth.
To see who else is playing Two Truths and One Lie, hit the bullseye.
For more true dirty tales from MrsK, see Role Play with Mister K, or Room with a View.
That’s the skill though, Mrs K, to make them all seem true because there is a sprinkle of truth in each. You wrote very different scenes but I’ll admit the third sounded more like a fantasy to me.
You’re right. The third didn’t turn out that well at all. Eventually I dated the second guy though and the first was a bit of an ass!
All three stories were fun to read. But I liked the first one less than the others.
My guess was the sentinel. But it was not an easy guess.
I was so close though! Lol
You’re not making it easy, MrsK. These scenes are all so hot and sexy, but I am with tipacanoeblog, I think The Sell-Off is the ‘lie’.
~ Marie xox
The Sell off was indeed true. The auction was called Date with a Dom (me) and was a charity event to raise money for a member of our community who was terminal. I “sold” for $375 🙂
It ended up being a dinner and a mild non sexual scene, but a great experience 🙂
oh my goodness! all three very hot – although number one is not my thing.
Of course in number two it does not mean you are being auctioned – u could be at or near an auction.
I really am not sure – but to say differently to the person above i will say number 3 is not completely true
May xx
Sentinel is not true, you’re correct. While the second did watch, he did not partake or even stroke himself and eventually left altogether. It was not the fun threesome I had in mind. Lol
I suspect that The Sell Off is the made up story, and the other two are true. They all need more in depth information to be sure.
The sell off is true and was for for charity event in my local kink community. The walk through the woods happened last summer. Unfortunately number three didn’t turn out as planned 🙁