Mick Molly and Me

I had read maybe 3 blogs from Mick and Molly over at Under Contract To My Wife and was inspired by one of those posts to write a fictional story with them as characters. To any who believe I did not portray them accurately I'd like to remind that I don't know that well yet. Frankly I'd be happy if this was anything like them. I used my slave as the inspiration for the most part, thinking what she would do were she Molly and took it from there. The first part was more for me as a jumping off point. If you want to skip straight to the action scroll down to where you see a big gap. It reads just fine straight from there. I would also like to point out I did have both Mike and Molly's consent before doing this.

Enjoy. Comments welcome.

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The phone rings. Without thought you answered it “Collins residence.”

“Put your wife on the phone” answered back a commanding voice. A submissive inspired ripple rushes through your body.

“Yes Sir” is your trained reply. You could hear traffic from my side but no other clues. You we all had plans together later that night, hours from now, and thought I might be pushing it back. You found your Mistress in her office and handed the phone to her and whispered “It’s him.”

“Thank you slave” she took the phone from you and you could tell from the look on her face that she was just curious as you. She held the phone to her ear and turned away. You know she gets annoyed when you hover over her shoulder so you return to your chores, trying to put the phone call out of mind.
Hardly any time passes before your startled by her calling out for you. You were sure she’d be held up with me longer then that. You return to the office and find her absent until she called out again. You hope you wont be punished as you hurry to the voice calling from the bedroom. “Yes Mistress.”

“He’s rescheduled, we’re to be there in an hour.” Even the way she walked impressed you. Graceful and confident looking through the drawers and then the closet, at the same time you knew her well enough to know when she was on alert. She was like a deer who knew it’d fallen in the hunters sights. “Get my shower ready”

“Yes Mistress” You stepped into the bathroom and started the water, waiting a minute before checking it. After a few more adjustments you announce it’s ready. Her hand on your shoulder startles you.

“And don’t ever make me call for you twice again” you inhale slightly more then normal at the sight of her naked form as she steps under the water. Even watching her bathe is breathtaking in your eyes, “No of course not. Any special instructions tonight?”

“You’re to wear your device” she mentions casually while white suds follow the curves of her body from her breasts down to her ankles “and fetch our collars.” She looks at you while water slides down her body and gives you a rather stern look “Did you think I meant tomorrow slave?” You snap out of it and apologize.

“I’m sorry Mistress.” You turn from your goddess and go to the closet, moving aside the coats to reveal the section reserved for items hidden from potential casual observers. You open a box and start wondering what may be in store for you tonight if anything. You ran your finger over the cock cage and went to the bed.

While putting it on you immediately hoped you’d be free of it later tonight. The pattern of water falling changed. You locked it in place and your terrycloth clad Mistress approaches. She reaches out and grips your locked up package to double check it, giving it a tug. “Mmm.. Good boy” You whimper softly because that’s all it takes to make you strain against the metal, and begin your discomfort. “Go wash up.”

The not quite warm water almost takes your mind off your trappings. When your done and you step out your welcomed to the sight of your Owners bare ass, and all the work the slightly chilling water did is undone. A black garter belt is covered by the hem of a remarkably short dress and is adjusted by her fidgeting hands. She turns to face you “How do I look?”

“Like the most beautiful slut I’ve ever seen... Mistress” She grins wide, happily taking the compliment. “I’m sure he will be pleased” you add while going to the dresser. You remove 2 leather collars from the top shelf, one brown one black, and both made from modified belts I once wore. Molly held her hair aside and you secure it around her neck. While her hair falls you work on your own. She turns and stares at you, and laughs softly at the sight of you in nothing but a collar and cock cage.

“Get dressed slave. If you make me late and get me in trouble, I’ll assure you, you’ll take the worse of it.” You nod and quickly go about getting dressed in jeans and a t-shirt while your wife applies her make up.
　
　



You park the car on the curb and looks confused at your Mistress, wondering why my car isn’t there. “Isn’t he home?”

“No, we’re to wait for him inside.” You nod, this isn’t out of the ordinary. You both get out of the car and look around while you walk to the front door. You notice a neighbor down the street eyeing your general direction with a look that convinces you he knows what happens in my house. You look away while your Mistress opens the door with the key she’d been given. As per the house rules you remove your shoes. You both find your way to my couch and just count the minutes. It’s another twenty minutes before I arrive, but a worthwhile investment if it saved you from a potential punishment.

The door creaks when it’s pushed open and my heavy boot steps fall across the hardwood floor, the door closed behind me. Before you both can finish getting up I’m in the adjoining kitchen and empty my pockets. With a clank my badge, cuffs, and keys hit the counter. I turn and your wife is standing, looking up at me, my eyes inspecting her attire. Not taking my eyes off her “Get my drink” you know from past experience this means you, and you walk to the cupboard and get to making whiskey on the rocks.

“I take it court didn’t go well Master?” Only when she speaks to me does she ever sound at all timid to your ears. You stand to my side an hold out the glass “Sir.” I reach for it and take a sip. With my other hand I reach and take hold of her collar “No, fucking DA.” I pull your wife toward me and put my lips to hers, leaving with a bite on her bottom lip. I take another drink and put the glass on the counter. I pull her by the collar again and push the front of her body against the counter, trapping her their with my body behind her. My hand strikes her ass hard enough to make you wince just standing there. I pull at the skirt, bunching it up in my hand to make it lift. I lean down towards her ear, whispering but loud enough for you to hear “It’s why I needed you here early, I needed my woman for some relief”

She stood still, hands clenching the edge of the counter searching for words “I’m glad to be of assistance Master.” The hem of the skirt finally lifted high enough to reveal her rear. My large hand moves over her soft skin, reaching between her legs he pulls, spreading her legs further apart. I barely acknowledge your presence “Slave” I snap my fingers and point to the ground in front of her. You stall for a moment negotiating the position. I slap her ass again “Make some room toy.” Your Mistress moves her leg aside long enough for you to sit down. Before you settle “Back to the counter” you adjust and press your back to the counter wall. I put a hand on either side of her legs, and slowly drag them up to her hips. “Hands here.” You are more then happy to oblige replacing my hands with yours.

I step away and walk to the closet, or so you estimate from my boots. Your sights instead focused on your Mistress’ sex. You pull gently and reach guiding her lips to your, kissing softly and dragging your tongue over one side and then the other. I return behind her and whisper softly in her ear. She grabs the back of your hair and clenches tight catching you off guard. While you gasp forced keep your position. I kneel briefly, reach between her legs. Out of the corner of your eye you can see my hand reaching for your collar, clipping one end of a leash around your collar, and then stand again. Her hand lets go of you and one of your hands move below your neck, feeling out the leash. I kiss your wife on the cheek and run the leash over her left shoulder and put it in her right hand. “Give it a try”

She nods and gives the leash a good tug, and before you can notice her hand is moving your face is forced back into her soft flower petals and she lets out a satisfying whimper. I slip both of her shoulder straps off her arms and pull down the front of her dress, revealing her breasts in a strapless shelf bra I’d picked out for her on a shopping trip a few weeks back. I move my hands around the sides of her breasts and she pulls again on the leash, putting you back to work again. My lips kiss along her shoulder and then her neck, sucking softly on her pale skin. One of my boots push her legs further apart, forcing her to lower her body, forcing her sweet slit to grind harder against you. I grip her breasts tight, trimmed fingernails dig into your wife’s skin, pulling her back against me. I claw madly over her chests while you work at your queen, greedily tasting all she has to offer. My lips move up her neck and nip at the end of her ear lobe, moans of pleasure echoing off the walls, creating an acoustic masterpiece. It isn’t much longer before those moans turn into a plea.

 “Master… please…” I grip her breasts tighter and “Please what?” not letting her off easy. I pinch her nipple hard “Master please let your slut cum…” practically screaming it out. I pause a few more seconds, to her their hours, before answer “Yes slut.. Cum.” With a moan and a hard pull of the leash she releases over you. She practically forgets about you in her ecstasy, your tapping on her leg reminds her when the waves of her orgasm subside she loosens the pull on your leash letting you breath easy.

I grin, pull on her hair and force her head back “I spoil you.” He releases her hair and smack her ass again “Upstairs, now.” She shifts her feet and adjusts the grip on the leash. The first few steps take a moment while regaining her land legs. Her dress falls to the ground without the aid of the shoulder straps, she bends to grab it and I smack her ass again “Leave it, I said upstairs.” she jumps and spits out another ‘Yes Master.’ She steps out of the dress and wastes no more time climbing the stairs, something you find doubly hard on all fours led by the leash. I retrieve my cuffs from the counter and down the rest of the amber liquid before catching up to the slave convoy headed for my bedroom.

Upstairs your led into my bedroom. There’s the wood chair set out as it often is for you. She leads you to it and you take a seat. She reaches for the end of the leash but is interrupted “Leave it woman.” She drops the handle and looks to me nervous. I point to the edge of the bed “Sit” and she obeys. I walk behind you and suddenly gain your full attention. “Hands behind the chair” there is a concerning look you give to your Mistress but she nods and you obey, placing your arms as far back as you can behind the chair. One cuff ratchets around your right wrist, then the other. I take the leash and run the slack around both your elbows and tie it off. I stand and leave you, approaching your wife again. “I thought he might enjoy being more restrained.”

She smiles and nods “Yes Master.” I take her hand and lift it to my belt, quickly taking the hint she opens it, and places a hand over the growing bulge in my pants. “Don’t fucking tease, I’m ran out of patience at work” she nods and lowers my zipper. I grin at you while she frees my cock, gripping firmly before closing her lips over the tip of it. “You married a smart woman slave, she knows not to keep my hard cock waiting.” I turn back to her and grip her hair, guiding her down my shaft and then back up. Her hands move to my ass, squeezing through my pants “mm.. she’s a hungry slut too.” If I’d bothered to look I’m sure she would be blushing, while pushing the tip of my meat as far back as she can manage. I pull her head back again and there’s even a small stain of dribble from the corner of her mouth. I grin looks down, and wipe it away with my thumb, moving it across her lips “Eager whore. Ass up” She moves without hesitation, turning over to her knees, slightly facing you.

I move behind her and grip her ass again, then move my hand over her hot sex, squeezing and inspecting her body. I push my fingers into her finding her more then a little in heat. I guide my cock to the back of her slit and rub the purple head along the back of her womanhood, taking breaks to slide my fingers around the top of her slit. I tease her clit slowly, adding to the quiet pleading she can’t help but make. “Molly I’ll give you a choice tonight. If you want you can have your husbands cock.” She pauses and mutters something quietly. “I didn’t catch that.. What’d you say” I can’t help but tease. She opens her eyes and blurts out “I don’t want his, I want your cock please fuck me Master!”

I grin and grab her shoulder tight and push inside of her, pulling her body back towards me. I stifle a quiet breath of pleasure and begin a rhythmic movement. Repeatedly my hand falls across her ass every time her hips drop as a reminder to keep them high. Eventually I get fed up “Slut if you don’t keep your pussy up I’m gonna fuck your ass instead.” That was the last time I had to remind her that night. Just as I was thinking about how much more eager she is knowing the consequence of failure I glance at you. After a few more strokes I stop, much to your wife’s obvious protest. “It’s like the dog watching me fuck” You blush and look down. I walk to the a bag on my dresser “open his pants.”

This quickly gets your attention, but she doesn’t argue, ready to throw in a penalty flag if needed but for now obeys. I come back with a thin long chain with a clip at either end. I hand one end to her “put this on his cage” she obeys, being extra careful not to pinch any skin where it counts. I snatch her hair and lay her back down on the bed, clipping the other end to her collar. “Stay.” I get up and return to you in the chair, stepping behind you and place a blindfold over your eyes. “That’s better.” You hear me step back towards the bed. In darkness you can hear your wife moan for me again, and for the rest of the night each and every time she moves while we fuck a chain tugs reminding you of what your not allowed.