Maddie sat cuffed to the chair for what seemed like at least ten minutes. She had no way to be sure, but she was starting to wonder where Dave went. What surprise did he have for? Why was it taking so long?
“Dave?” she called out.
A moment passed with no reply.
“Dave, where are you?” she called again.
She heard footsteps coming down the hall to the bedroom and in another moment, Dave stood in the doorway.
“You will refer to me as ‘sir,’” Dave said. “Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Maddie replied. “I’m sorry, sir. I was getting worried.”
“About me? Or about how long you’d be sitting cuffed to that chair?” Dave asked.
Maddie looked downward.
“You should be more trusting, pet,” Dave said. “Have I not always taken care of you properly?”
“Yes, sir. You have always taken good care of me,” Maddie replied.
“I’m glad you think so. Your surprise is here.”
“I’m anxious to see it, sir,” Maddie said.
“Oh, it’s not an ‘it.’ Come in, Darla.”
Darla? Maddie thought. Our friend Darla? The one we cook with and have over for game night? What’s she doing here?
Darla walked in wearing a light blue button-front blouse open just enough to show off her cleavage, and a charcoal pencil skirt that hugged her hips. Black heels completed the outfit. With her red cat’s eye glasses, she looked like a naughty librarian.
“Say, hello to Darla, honey, Dave said.
“Hello, Darla,” Maddie responded.
“Darla’s here to show you some things,” said Dave.
“Sir?” Maddie asked.
“She’s here to show you how to properly take cock in all your holes like a good slut. You’re going to sit there and observe.”
Darla said, “I’d suggest you take notes, but. . . Well, you know.”
Maddie tugged at the cuffs binding her wrists in response.
“Oh,” Dave interjected. “Maybe we should record this so she can watch it later and study.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Darla replied.
Dave grabbed his iPad from the top of the dresser and set it up on a tripod, pointing it at the bed.
“That should do it,” he said with satisfaction. “What do you think, Maddie?”
“I don’t know sir.”
“Well, you better figure it out,” Dave responded. “Don’t you want to learn how to be a better slut for me and how to properly take cock?”
“Then ask Darla nicely. Tell her what you want.”
“Please, Darla. Show me to properly serve my husband’s cock,” Maddie pleaded. “I want to learn how to take his cock in all my holes and be a good little slut for him.”
Darla chuckled. “I think we can manage that.”
Dave wrapped his arms around Darla from behind and started kissing her neck. He ran his hands along her body until they reached her breasts and squeezed them. Darla reached back between their bodies. Maddie guessed she was probably stroking Dave’s cock through his pants.
“This is going to be fun,” Darla said with a grin.
Darla started unbuttoning her top slowly, keeping Maddie’s gaze as she undid each button. She opened her blouse to reveal a silver lace bra.
“The bottoms match,” Darla said. “You’ll see in a moment.”
Dave untucked Darla’s top from her skirt and pulled it over her shoulders and off before dropping it to the floor. Next he undid the clasp of her bra, but let Darla lower the straps herself and reveal her breasts to Maddie.
“What do you think, Maddie?” Darla asked. “Do I have nice tits?”
“Darla asked you a question,” Dave said. “Do you think she has nice tits?”
“Yes, Darla,” Maddie said. “Your breasts are beautiful.”
“Thank you, Maddie,” Darla replied. “If you behave yourself, I might let you suck on them a bit later. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please,” Maddie responded. “I would like that very much.”
“I’m sure you would. My nipples are very sensitive. For example, when Dave pinches them, my pussy gets very wet.”
Dave took Darla’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched slowly but with increasing pressure.
“Mmmmm,” Darla moaned. “Just like that.”
Darla turned around, then moved her hands down to her skirt and undid the hook closure in the back, before lowering the zipper. She pushed them down over her hips as she shimmied, making her ass jiggle a bit. Once she had the skirt over her hips, she let it fall and stepped out of it. She did the same with her panties, which were silver lace to match her bra. She crouched down to pick up the panties and strode over to Maddie. Darla held the panties put to Maddie’s face.
“Does my pussy smell good?” she asked.
“Yes, Darla,” Maddie answered.
Darla moved the panties closer to Maddie’s face.
“Lick them,” she ordered.
“What?” Maddie asked.
Darla reached out and gripped Maddie’s face by the chin.
“I said, lick my panties, bitch. Taste me.”
Maddie opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, flicking it against the crotch of Darla’s panties.
“Lick them like you mean it,” Darla said.
Maddie licked the panties all along the crotch, tasting Darla’s juices.
“That’s better. Now, let’s get on to the lesson, Darla said. Shall we, Dave?”
That’s all for now. Come back Monday to find out what kind of D-bauched D-light Darla and Dave have in store for Maddie.