THE NAKED TRUTH 

I hated it when Steve told me I wasn't really submissive. Adding insult to the injury was the fact that he said it in front of another dom at a party we were attending. A dom that I wouldn't have minded kneeling in front of.

"Oh you're submissive when you want to be," he continued. "But it's just a fetish for you, not a lifestyle."

"Perhaps Angela just likes being the center of attention," said the other dom, giving me a slight pet on the cheek. At that point I hated both of them.

I didn't understand why I would have to be something like a full-time slave in order to be considered submissive. Maybe it was just that Steve and I had been dating too long and had become such good friends. Maybe that screws up the power exchange. He hadn't asked for a full-time slave relationship from me and yet our sex life definitely centered around him being dominant and me being submissive. But in the rest of our relationship he seemed to dote on me much more than I doted on him.

I figured that was just our style. I was overt and controlling in my "normal" life and got off on being totally dominated sexually. Steve was such a giver in his "normal" life that I thought the role change was a natural extension for him as well. I went to bed that evening feeling angry and confused.

The next evening Sheryl, a woman I had met at a recent leather festival, came to visit. She was passing through town and I had invited her over to show Steve her collection of floggers. He kept telling me he was in the market for a nice flogger and I had often spoken of the beautiful deerskin one that she owned. When she showed up at the door, both hands held large duffel bags.

"Good grief," I laughed as we walked back into the house. "Did you bring your entire dungeon with you?"

"Well, not the St. Anthony Cross," she joked.

Sheryl was taller than either of us at nearly six foot. I wasn't sure about her sexual preference, but by the amount of toys she collected, I guessed she was a top. Her shy personality kept me from confirming whether it was males or females, tops or bottoms that she preferred. The one time I brought it up, she just laughed and said that she hated labels.

Steve seemed to like her right from the start. We sat in the living room and talked casually over wine, sharing our common interest in the D/s world. Steve's eyes occasionally wandered to Sheryl's bags by the side of the couch, and although I could tell she noticed, she did not volunteer to open them. Finally, the suspense got to be too much for him.

"Sheryl," he said clearing his throat. "Angela tells me that you have some beautiful floggers. I was hoping you would show them to me."

"Sure," she said standing from the couch and retrieving the bags. Her black, high-heeled boots clicked along the hardwood floor and I watched Steve's eyes follow her ass. I just snickered knowing he would never get a piece of her. Not, unless he wanted to get down on his knees and kiss those boots.

Sheryl brought the bags over in front of the couch and opened up the first one. She drew out two matching floggers made of black and blue leather.

"These are moose," she said handing one to each of us. "They are my favorite." The handles were tightly braided in a beautiful pattern and the straps themselves looked to be about a yard long.

"Why are they your favorite?" asked Steve, looking over the artwork.

"Well, it's not as soft as the deerskin," she said reaching into the bag and drawing out my favorite in her collection. "But it's not as wicked as this guy." Upon her last statement she drew out a flogger that had several leather, braided strips containing a red bead at the end of each strip.

"I'll take the deerskin," I said reaching for the soft, brown leather. It felt luxurious and I could just imagine it swiping between my legs.

"Whoa," hissed Steve looking at the red beads on the black flogger. "Brutal."

"Well, you have to be in the right frame of mind." Sheryl smiled and winked at him and I noticed him swallow kind of hard. We passed the floggers around, but no immediate demonstrations were suggested. Steve's eyes wandered back over to the bags, which still appeared to have many toys inside.

"So what other goodies do you have in there?" he asked.

"Well, let's see..." answered Sheryl, leaning over and reaching into the bag. "Here is a restraint that I made." She pulled out a long strip of leather that contained several holes and a buckle. Steve took it from her and held it in several positions trying to figure out how it worked.

"I don't get it," he said turning it again. "How does it work?"

"Well, it's easier to show you than to explain." Sheryl took the leather back from him and Steve looked over at me as if I were going to model it.

"Don't look at me," I said shaking my head. "I'm not submissive, remember?"

It was my little dig for the moment and perhaps, if I was lucky, I would get spanked for it later. Sheryl grinned but didn't ask for an explanation of my statement. Steve shrugged his shoulders and started to take off his shirt.

"Well, I guess if I want to know how it works, I'll have to try it on myself. Go ahead Sheryl."

Sheryl crossed the leather over his chest and brought it around to the back. She placed each of his hands in the restraint and then brought the strap up to a buckle that met in the middle of the back. She cinched the strap up and adjusted it a couple of times before she had him in the position she wanted.

"This is actually quite comfortable," said Steve, letting his arms rest in the support it created.

"Yes, it's really much harder for a sub to hold their hands back by themselves," she said coming around in front of him. "You notice the D ring here," she said pulling on the metal ring that hung from the strap in front. "You can always attach something here."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Oh, all kinds of things." She smiled and winked at me while Steve walked over to a mirror to look at himself. He stood sideways and admired his profile. I was surprised at how hot he looked in the restraint. Like one of those bottom boys I saw in a magazine.

"Here is a collar I made," continued Sheryl, pulling a fur-lined, leather collar out of the bag.

"Wow," said Steve, coming back over to the couch. He couldn't touch it since his hands were still restrained, but we both noticed that he hadn't asked her to remove it.

"Would you like to see how it feels?" she asked him.

"Sure," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I might as well get the full effect."

When Sheryl placed the collar around his neck, I could feel the wetness gathering between my legs. I couldn't believe how hot he looked in the fetish gear. He walked over to the mirror and checked it out, looking back to me and doing a modeled turn.

"What do you think, Baby?" he said walking back toward me.

"I think you look hot," I said, reaching for his belt buckle and pulling him closer to where I was sitting.

"Really?" He seemed surprised by the lusty look in my eyes.

"Uh huh," I whispered, unbuckling his belt. "But I think it's missing something."

"Hey," he protested, bending over to block my hands from his buckle. "Cut it out."

Not missing a beat, Sheryl stepped up behind him and grabbed the restraint from the back and pulled him to a standing position. There was little he could do to resist me.

"Angela...." His voice sounded mildly frustrated, but the mild resistance was not enough for me to take seriously. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was already half erect when I leaned forward and sucked it into my mouth.

"Oh man..." he hissed as I worked his cock and Sheryl pinched his nipples. He was rock hard in less than a minute. When his cock was standing straight out, long, hard, and ready to go, I leaned back in my chair and looked at him.

"Now, you look perfect!"

He looked at me in disbelief that I not only exposed him to Sheryl, but left him hard and wanting more. His cock bobbed up and down begging me to return.

"I have another toy that would look great on that," said Sheryl dropping her grip on Steve and walking back to her bag. She returned with a leather cock and ball restraint.

"Oh no..." laughed Steve, backing away from both of us. "I think this demonstration has gone far enough."

"Now really, Steve," I said with a patronizing tone, "the best doms are ones who have experienced what being a bottom is like. I think you're passing up a great opportunity."

"Yeah, well..." muttered Steve as Sheryl slowly approached him. She put her finger through the D-ring on the collar and pushed him against the wall until his hard cock pressed against her belly and his chest pressed against her tits.

"I want to see that cock bobbing up and down while I take off your jeans, Steve," she whispered very close to his lips. "Do you understand?"

I stared in disbelief as this woman who I always thought was shy took control of the situation. The glazed look on Steve's face told me he was as much confused by the situation as I was.

"Yes," he whispered.

She released the ring and grabbed his jeans by the waist and pulled them down his legs. He kicked off his shoes and raised each foot as she pulled them off. Once or twice he looked over at me at I just smiled my approval. His cock did indeed continue to bob up and down. I could tell he was nervous and yet excited at the same time.

"Good," she sighed, standing up and giving his cock a tap. "Nice job. Now come over and let Angela put this on you." She pulled him by the collar ring until he stood directly in front of me. When she handed me the leather contraption, I couldn't get it on. I was hardly experienced in the process, but I knew that he was bigger than the average guy and perhaps it just wasn't going to fit.

"I don't think it fits," I said looking up at both of them.

"I was afraid of that," said Sheryl taking it from me. "He's a bit on the large side."

"Well," she sighed, returning with a leash and hooking it to this collar. "You hold on to this like a good girl, and I'll see what else I can find to play with."

"Oooh," I squealed pulling him closer to me. "I kind of like this."

"Really?" asked Steve, looking even more in wonder.

"Yeah," I said walking over to the big chair. I pushed the ottoman away and sat down, pulling my skirt up as I sat. I tugged down on the leash, indicating that I wanted him to kneel in front of me. He hesitated with his arms still behind his back, but managed to kneel without falling.

"You are a lovely little pet," I purred, reeling him in closer. He kissed the inside of my knee and I reprimanded him.

"I don't believe I told you that you could do that," I said with a stern tone. He looked at me coyly and then back down to the cushion. I jerked the leash a bit more and he inched his face closer to my pussy, but knew better than to make assumptions. Slowly I pulled the leash as he looked from my eyes to my pussy.

"Would you like to lick this for me?" I whispered, spreading my lips and showing him my clit.

"You know I would," he whispered.

Just then, Sheryl started to lightly stroke his ass with the deerskin flogger.

"Oh, God!" he tried to pull away, but I tugged the leash back toward me. Sheryl continued.

"I believe you were about to do something," I reminded him, tugging the leash closer. His head returned between my legs and I felt his lips and tongue caress my clit.

"Mmm..." I purred. "Very nice... keep going." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the great job he was doing on my pussy. He started to squirm as Sheryl increased the strokes on his ass. Moans escaped his lips as he worked his tongue over my clit.

"I think he likes this," teased Sheryl. Steve wiggled his ass in agreement. She slid the flogger seductively across his balls and over the cheeks of his ass.

"I know I do," I moaned, squeezing my legs around his head. I wanted to come, but his hard cock encouraged me to change positions first. I pulled the leash back and Steve raised his wet face up from my pussy.

"Such a good boy," I said kissing his lips.

Sheryl put the flogger away and went back to her toy bag for more goodies. I pushed the chair back a bit and told Steve to stay kneeling while I stood up and then knelt in front of him, leaning into the chair I had just left.

"I think we need to use that hard cock of yours," I said tugging on the leash. My pussy was so wet that it slid right in. He seemed to struggle with his hands still restrained behind him, and squirmed suddenly at the sound of a crack.

"Jesus!" he yelped, as Sheryl snapped a little crop against his ass cheeks.

"Let's see how well you screw, Steve," she said, snapping his ass again. He fucked me harder and I pressed my hips back for more. Oh, it was so good. We both turned to watch her snap her little, wicked crop against his ass, first one cheek and then the next.

"Oh, I'm gonna come," warned Steve.

"Don't you dare!" hissed Sheryl, snapping him hard on the thigh.

"Ow!" he moaned.

"I want to hear Angela come first," she ordered.

"I'm so close," I moaned. "Just fuck me hard, Baby."

And he did. I could hear him grunting, holding back his own need to let go until he felt my pussy convulsing against his cock and my familiar whimper when I came.

"Oh man, I have to cum," he groaned.

"Yes, you may," approved Sheryl, snapping her crop more quickly.

"I'm coming!" he said quickly, as if she would then stop her thrashing on his ass. But again the crack sounded. Over and over the words flew from his mouth as the cum shot from his cock. Over and over she landed the crop against his ass until he collapsed over my back.

"Nice job," she cooed, stroking his ass sensuously with the crop. She grabbed the leather restraint and helped him to stand. I went to the bathroom to clean myself off and returned with a warm washcloth to clean Steve. He was busily kissing one of Sheryl pierced nipples that she held out to his mouth. I moved in close to them and washed his cock lovingly while I watched him caress her nipple.

"I think you might be right, Steve," I sighed.

"About what?" he asked, out of the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe I'm not submissive."

"Oh, I hate labels," said Sheryl shaking her head. "Come here like a good boy," she said pulling Steve by the leash over to the chair. She hiked up her skirt to show her perfectly shaved pussy. As she reeled him in, we both saw the purple ring adorning the hood of her clit.

"God, this is heaven," he sighed.

"That's Goddess, Steve," reprimanded Sheryl, giving the leash a little tug.