Submitting to the Wealthy Lesbian Duo

Write a lesbian polyamorous bdsm romance. Let Chloe be a waitress at a high end restaurant. One day she’s working the for a couple a lesbian couple that are vips. They appear normal at first but then Kai the dominant one commands Serena the switch to touch herself and other things. The room is private but Chloe being their personal waitress spectates she tries to hide her reaction. As they leave Kai gives her a card and says I know you want to submit call me. Thoughts of the encounter fill Chloe’s fantasies. She then calls and is invited to their house and is slowly transformed into their sex slave. Themes include extreme piercings tattoos anal bondage sadomasochism degradation watersports and a dynamic of hardcore dependency. The couple is very rich and live privately. Kai is futa and both dominate Chloe. Also add themes and routines of service that are eventually developed .1 waking up master-Kai and mistress-Serena give each of them a blowjob and drink their piss. 2. Licks their feet after punishment3. Sits naked on lap and is handfed for meals 4. Is leashed5. Daily whippings 6. Washes owners in the morning. Chloe is a slut for anything and hates and loves the depths of her kinks. Also the plan to Chloe is to stop working do full time online college and then work in her masters company. Serena is a hardcore masochsit and is kept in denial by Kai her submission to Kai is a private affair not even known to Chloe show this too. Kai is very dominant and possessive. Make emotional and let there be a loving dynamic add more elements and make story hey detailed. Also show the complex emotions in the slow transformation of Chloe and continuing submission of Serena

**Chapter One** The private dining room hummed with quiet luxury—soft candlelight glinting off polished silver, the deep red walls swallowing the murmur of hushed conversation. Chloe adjusted her tie for the third time, fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed the crisp lines of her apron. The couple at the table—Kai and Serena—radiated effortless power. Kai’s tailored suit hugged her broad shoulders, her posture relaxed but unyielding, while Serena’s silk dress draped over her curves like a whispered promise. Their wine glasses were nearly empty. Chloe stepped forward, the weight of the bottle steady in her grip. "Another pour?" she asked, voice carefully neutral. Kai’s gaze flicked up, dark and assessing. "Leave the bottle." A command, not a request. Chloe set it down, catching the way Serena’s fingers tightened around her own glass, her knuckles going pale. Then, without breaking eye contact, Kai said it— *"Touch yourself."* A shudder ran through Serena’s body. Her lips parted, her free hand vanishing beneath the tablecloth. The shift in the air was immediate, thick with something electric. Chloe’s pulse spiked. She should step back. She should *leave*. But the wet, rhythmic sound of Serena’s fingers working her own cunt held her rooted in place. Kai took a slow sip of wine, her tongue dragging over her bottom lip. *"Show her."* Serena whimpered, but she obeyed, hiking up her dress just enough to reveal her bare thighs, the desperate glide of her fingers through slick folds. The tablecloth slipped, exposing the flushed, swollen flesh, the way her hips jerked with every circling stroke. Chloe’s mouth went dry. Her own thighs clenched, heat pooling low and insistent. She could smell Serena’s arousal, mingling with the rich scent of the food, the heady notes of the wine. Kai leaned back, her voice dropping to a growl. *"Make yourself come. Now."* Serena’s breath fractured. Her back arched, her fingers driving harder, faster—then she gasped, her body locking as pleasure ripped through her. The wet sound of her climax was obscene, echoing in the quiet room. Chloe’s nails dug into her palms. She could feel her own heartbeat between her legs, relentless and aching. Kai’s eyes locked onto hers, her smirk slow and predatory. "You enjoyed that." Not a question. Chloe’s throat tightened. She had no answer that wouldn’t betray her. When they left, Kai paused beside her, the brush of her fingers deliberate as she slid a card into Chloe’s apron pocket. *"I know what you want,"* she murmured, her breath hot against Chloe’s ear. *"Call me."* That night, Chloe tore her clothes off the second her apartment door closed. She fell onto the bed, fingers plunging into her soaked cunt, replaying every filthy second—Serena’s trembling thighs, the greedy noises she’d made, the way Kai had *watched* her, like she was already hers. The fantasy twisted sharper: Kai’s hand fisting in her hair, forcing her to her knees, Serena’s taste on her tongue— She came with a broken cry, her back bowing off the mattress. The card sat on her nightstand, gleaming under the dim light. Morning came too soon. She picked up her phone before she could second-guess herself. Kai answered on the first ring. No greeting. Just— *"Be here by eight. Skirt. Nothing underneath."* The line went dead. Chloe’s stomach twisted. This was reckless. Dangerous. She was out the door in twenty minutes.

Chloe’s breath hitched as the elevator ascended, the mirrored walls trapping her reflection—flushed cheeks, bitten lips, the way her bare thighs pressed together under the short, unforgiving hem of her skirt. The doors slid open with a whisper, revealing Kai framed against the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights a dizzying backdrop. She was dressed down—sleeves rolled to her elbows, slacks clinging to the heavy curve of her cock. No tie, just the open collar of her shirt exposing the sharp line of her throat. Chloe’s mouth watered. “Late.” Kai didn’t move, but the single word lashed across Chloe’s skin like a touch. A shiver raced down her spine. “The elevator—” Kai’s hand snapped out, fingers wrapping around Chloe’s wrist and yanking her forward. The door slid shut behind them with a final click. “Excuses already?” Her grip tightened, thumb pressing into the frantic pulse point. “You’ll learn.” Chloe’s knees threatened to buckle. Across the room, Serena sprawled on the sofa, naked except for a sheer robe slipping off one shoulder. Her fingers traced lazy circles around her clit, glistening with slick. She didn’t even glance up. “Strip.” Kai released her, stepping back to watch. The command sent heat surging between Chloe’s legs. Her blouse came undone first, buttons slipping free with shaky fingers. The fabric pooled at her feet. The skirt followed, sliding down her thighs—no panties, just bare skin and the wet gleam of her own arousal. Kai’s gaze darkened. She closed the distance, catching Chloe’s chin in a bruising grip. “You watched her last night.” The pad of her thumb dragged over Chloe’s bottom lip, smearing the gloss. “Couldn’t look away, could you?” Chloe’s breath came faster. Kai’s other hand cupped her cunt, fingers sliding through swollen folds without hesitation. “*Fuck*,” she hissed, feeling the slick heat. “Dripping just from being told what to do.” Serena laughed low, shifting on the couch. “Pathetic.” Kai withdrew her fingers, pressing them to Chloe’s mouth. “Taste.” The salt-sweet tang of Serena’s arousal flooded her tongue as she sucked eagerly. Kai’s pupils dilated, her grip tightening in Chloe’s hair. “Good girl.” She pulled her fingers free with a wet pop, dragging them down Chloe’s neck, over her collarbones, leaving sticky trails. “Kneel.” Chloe dropped, the impact of her knees against hardwood a sharp counterpoint to the throbbing between her legs. Serena rose, the robe slipping off completely as she sauntered over. She hooked a finger under Chloe’s chin, tilting her face up. “Look at you,” she purred. “Already ruined.” She spread her legs, one foot planting on the couch beside Chloe’s thigh. “Tell me what you want.” Chloe’s voice fractured. “*Please*.” Kai stepped behind her, hands skating up her sides. “Louder.” “Please—I need—” Serena’s fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her forward. “*Beg*.” Chloe’s lips parted, her whole body trembling. “Let me taste you. Let me—*fuck*—let me prove it.” Kai’s chuckle vibrated against her back. “Greedy thing.” A hand fisted in her hair, forcing her closer. “Open.” The first lick along Serena’s folds tore a moan from both of them. Chloe’s nails dug into her own thighs as she laved at the swollen flesh, lapping up every drop. Serena’s grip tightened, hips rolling to grind against her mouth. Kai’s voice was a dark promise overhead. “You’re not stopping until she comes.” Chloe whimpered—not in protest, but relief. She suckled Serena’s clit, reveling in the jerk of her hips, the way her thighs trembled. This was where she belonged.

Chloe’s tongue worked in slow, deliberate strokes, flattening against Serena’s clit before flicking up in teasing spirals. The scent of her—musky, sweet, unbearably intoxicating—flooded Chloe’s senses as she drank her in. Serena’s thighs tensed, her moans rising in pitch, fingers tightening in Chloe’s hair like a vise. Kai’s shadow loomed behind them, a hand sliding down Chloe’s spine, nails scraping lightly over the curve of her ass. “Faster.” The command sent a jolt through Chloe’s body, her lips sealing around Serena’s clit, sucking hard as her tongue lashed in quick, relentless circles. Serena cried out, her hips bucking forward, grinding against Chloe’s mouth. “Fuck—*fuck*—” Her breath came in sharp, fractured gasps, sweat gleaming on her collarbones. Chloe could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, the slickness making her shift restlessly against nothing. Kai’s fingers trailed lower, pressing possessively between Chloe’s legs, teasing her own swollen flesh with slow, maddening strokes. “You like this?” Kai murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Being used for her pleasure?” Chloe moaned into Serena, the vibration making her hips jerk. She could barely think, barely breathe—just *serve*, just *take*. Serena’s thighs clamped around Chloe’s head as her body bowed, her orgasm crashing over her. “*Yes—*” she gasped, pulsing against Chloe’s tongue in hot, desperate waves. Chloe swallowed every shudder, every whimper, until Serena slumped back, panting, fingers loosening in her hair. Kai dragged Chloe up by her shoulders, turning her roughly to face her. “Now you.” She gripped Chloe’s jaw, forcing her to meet her gaze. “You want to come?” Chloe nodded, her whole body trembling. Kai smirked. “Good.” She guided Chloe’s hand between her own legs. “Show me.” Chloe didn’t hesitate. Her fingers plunged into her soaked folds, two at once, curling just right as she rubbed tight circles over her clit. The relief was instant, her hips rocking against her own touch. Serena watched, lazily trailing a fingertip over her own nipple. “Look at her,” she mused. “So fucking needy.” Kai leaned in, her lips brushing Chloe’s ear. “That’s it. Make yourself come. Let me see you fall apart.” Chloe’s breath hitched, her movements growing frantic. Pressure coiled low in her belly, tightening with every stroke—then breaking, *shattering*, as pleasure tore through her. She came with a gasping cry, thighs trembling, fingers still working through the aftershocks. Kai’s grip on her tightened, keeping her upright. “Again.” Chloe’s eyes flew open. “*What?*” Serena laughed, sliding off the couch. “You didn’t think one was enough, did you?” Kai’s fingers replaced Chloe’s, plunging deep, fucking her with ruthless precision. “You’re *mine* now,” she growled. “And I take what I want.” Chloe’s body arched, her second orgasm already building under Kai’s relentless touch. She was ruined. And she loved it.

Serena’s smirk deepened as she stepped back, arms crossed over her bare chest. Kai’s fingers stilled inside Chloe, who whined at the sudden loss—her cunt clenched around nothing, still pulsing from the aftershocks. “Pathetic,” Serena murmured, trailing a single fingertip down her own stomach, barely skimming the slickness between her thighs before withdrawing. “You get to come over and over, while I—” She cut herself off with a deliberate sigh, walking away toward the wet bar. Chloe’s breath came in ragged pants, her body still strung tight, muscles trembling. Kai’s grip on her hip kept her upright as she leaned close, lips brushing Chloe’s ear. “Beg her.” Serena poured herself a drink, ice clinking, her back to them—deliberate, dismissive. “*Please*—” Chloe’s voice cracked, fingers digging into Kai’s forearm. “Let me—let me touch you, Serena. Let me make you—” “No.” Serena took a slow sip, finally turning. Her nipples were still hard, her thighs damp with unsated arousal, but her expression was cool. “You don’t get to decide when I come.” Kai’s hand slid lower, fingers pressing against Chloe’s clit again, relentless. “She’s right. You just take what you’re given.” Chloe sobbed as sensation surged through her—every nerve raw, oversensitive, but Kai didn’t stop. Serena watched, amused, swirling her drink. “Look at her. Can’t even handle it.” Kai’s chuckle was dark. “She’ll learn.” The contrast was unbearable—Serena’s controlled denial, Chloe’s wrecked, debauched surrender. And yet, as Kai’s fingers drove her toward another brutal peak, Chloe realized the truth: She’d never needed anything more.

Kai’s fingers worked deeper, knuckles grinding against Chloe’s swollen walls in slow, punishing strokes. Every drag sent sparks up her spine, her cunt so overstimulated that the pleasure burned like fire. Serena’s bare feet padded closer, the scent of her lingering arousal thick in the air as she loomed over them—untouched, untouched, *mocking*—her drink forgotten on the counter. “Again already?” Serena’s voice dripped with amusement. She hooked a finger under Chloe’s chin, forcing her gaze up. “You’re *dripping* down her hand.” Chloe whimpered, thighs slick with it, her entire body trembling. Kai’s fingers curled just right, a merciless press against that spongy spot inside her. “She’s close,” Kai murmured, her other hand fisting in Chloe’s hair, yanking her head back. “Aren’t you?” Chloe couldn’t even nod, couldn’t think—just gasped, her hips jerking, her cunt fluttering around Kai’s fingers. Serena dropped to her knees beside them, breath hot on Chloe’s cheek. “You want to come this badly?” Her palm slid between her own thighs, fingers gliding through her slick folds—so slow, so *taunting*—before pulling away. “Too bad.” The cruelty of it shattered Chloe. Her orgasm ripped through her, brutal and blinding, back arching off the floor as she screamed. Kai didn’t stop, fingers relentless, dragging out every last spasm until Chloe sobbed, oversensitive and raw. Serena leaned in, lips brushing Chloe’s ear. “Good girl.” A whisper, a curse. “Now watch.” She rose, turning toward Kai, hips swaying with deliberate grace. Kai’s fingers slid free from Chloe’s wrecked cunt, glistening as she brought them to her lips, sucking them clean with a smirk. Chloe panted, boneless, vision swimming—but Serena’s hands were already sliding up Kai’s thighs, tracing the rigid length of her cock through her underwear before peeling the fabric down. Kai exhaled sharply as Serena took her in hand, thumb smearing the wetness already beading at the tip. “Mm. Not so patient now, are you?” Serena teased, stroking her slow, deliberate. Kai’s hips jerked forward, a groan caught in her throat as Serena tightened her grip. Chloe watched, still twitching from her own ruin, as Serena dropped to her knees and swallowed Kai down in one smooth motion. Denial. Overuse. The contrast burned hotter than any touch. And Chloe—spent, shaking—could only watch.