As the day approached, my thoughts were consumed by the promise of the evening to come. What would it be like, being with Benjamin again? Would it be as intense, as overwhelming as the first time? The anticipation was a sweet agony that had me on edge, my body thrumming with excitement.

When Friday finally arrived, I found myself standing before their door, dressed in a suit that was a perfect blend of class and submission. The bottle of wine I held in my hand trembled slightly, a silent testament to the nerves that danced through my veins. I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down, and raised my hand to knock.

The door swung open, and instead of the expected sight of Benjamin, it was Jenny who greeted me, dressed in a French maid's outfit that left little to the imagination. Her short skirt barely covered her ass, and the low-cut top revealed her ample cleavage, teasing me with a hint of the perfection beneath. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked me up and down, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Welcome, Mr. George," she said, her voice a sultry purr as she stepped aside to let me in. "Master Benjamin is expecting you." She curtsied, the motion a playful yet respectful nod to the dynamics that had been established between us. Her eyes never left mine as she led me into the living room, where the candles had been lit and soft jazz played in the background, setting a scene of seduction and submission.

And there he was, dressed to perfection in a suit that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His eyes lit up with a mix of excitement and hunger as he saw me. "You look absolutely delicious," he murmured, his breath warm against my neck as he pulled me into an embrace that was both welcoming and possessive.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and contour, as if he were memorizing me. His touch sent sparks of pleasure through my skin, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan of desire. His fingers danced over my ass, feeling the plug still snugly in place, and gave it a gentle tap, sending a jolt of sensation through me.

And then, the moment was shattered as Margaret sailed into the room, dressed in a French maid's outfit that was the mirror image of Jenny's. She looked like a more mature and refined version of the younger woman, a seductive twin with an air of authority. She held a tablet in one hand, her eyes scanning it with a critical gaze that suggested she had something deviously delightful in mind for the evening.

With a grace that defied the constraints of the outfit, she offered me a glass of champagne, her movements so fluid they could have been a dance. She leaned into me, her breath warm and sweet in my ear. "Don't mind us, George," she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief as she looked at Jenny and then back to me. "We're just staff today. This evening is all about you and Benjamin. Now, drink up and let the festivities begin."

The dining table had been set for two, a small round table with a crisp white tablecloth and gleaming silverware that reflected the flickering candlelight. A bouquet of roses rested in the center, their scent faint yet intoxicating. Benjamin held out my chair with a flourish, his smile wicked as he watched me sit. Jenny served us dinner, a decadent feast of lobster and steak, the sizzling aromas filling the room. Margaret hovered nearby, ensuring every detail was perfect, her eyes never leaving us for long.

The conversation flowed easily, a mix of small talk and sly innuendos that made me blush and Benjamin chuckle. We sipped our wine, the bubbles tickling my nose and the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my veins. With each bite, I felt their eyes on me, watching my reactions, my every move. It was like being the star of my own erotic play, and the anticipation was driving me wild.

Jenny's breasts swayed tantalizingly as she served us, her nipples peeking out from the frills of her maid's uniform. Margaret's corset pushed her own ample cleavage upwards, a feast for the eyes that I couldn't help but sneak glances at. Their outfits were a delicious tease, hinting at the secrets that lay beneath, secrets that I was about to uncover. The tension between Benjamin and me grew with each passing moment, our glances lingering, our smiles growing more intimate.

"Those maids are quite a distraction, aren't they?" Benjamin murmured, his voice thick with amusement as he took a bite of steak. He swallowed before adding, "I would have preferred if it was just you and me, but they would not have that." His eyes twinkled mischievously as he set his fork down, the clink against the plate a declaration of his intent.

Margaret and Jenny giggled in unison, their cheeks flushing at the implication of his words. They had indeed been teasing us, flitting about in their frilly maid outfits, ensuring that not a single moment of the evening was without a hint of eroticism. Their smiles were filled with the promise of what was to come, the kind that could make a man's knees weak.

Without a moment's hesitation, Benjamin fetched a bag and pulled out a set of velvet-covered handcuffs. The sound of the metal clicking shut around their wrists was like the seal of a pact, a silent promise that the games were about to begin in earnest. They both looked surprised but not displeased, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jenny was the first to be gagged, the double-ended rubber gag filling her mouth. She squirmed slightly, testing the limits of her new accessory, her cheeks puffing out as Benjamin secured it snugly behind her head. Margaret watched, a smirk playing on her lips, and it was clear that she knew exactly what was coming her way. When it was her turn, she took it with grace, her eyes never leaving mine as she was pulled onto Jenny's mouth and locked there as well.

The sight of them standing there, bound and gagged into a long and intimate kiss, was like a living tableau of erotic art. Their bodies were sculpted by the soft candlelight, their breasts pressing together as they were held in place by the gag that now connected them.

Benjamin's eyes met mine, a spark of mischief in his gaze as he reached into the bag once more. This time, he pulled out two small, innocent-looking vibrators, each no bigger than a thumb. With a wink, he turned them on, the low hum filling the air like the promise of a secret whisper. He stepped behind Margaret, his hand sliding down her waist to her hips. With surprising gentleness, he pushed the first vibrator into her panties, nestling it against her clit.

Her eyes widened slightly, the gag muffling the gasp she couldn't hold back. Benjamin leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered something that made her quiver. He repeated the action with Jenny, the second vibrator disappearing into her panties, the same spot. Their bodies tensed, and the air grew thick with anticipation as the low buzz filled the room.

The sight of them, bound and quivering with the beginnings of pleasure, was more than I could bear. My cock, already hard from the evening's events, strained against my briefs, desperate for release. Benjamin noticed, his smirk growing wider as he stepped closer to me. "Looks like someone enjoyed the show," he said, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through my entire being.

Margaret's eyes met mine, and I could see the question in them. Did I have what it took to go further? To accept the next level of our depraved games? I took a deep breath, the scent of sex and arousal heavy in the air. "Yes," I murmured, the word slipping from my lips like a confession. "But I've also thought about something bigger the whole week."

With a knowing smile, Benjamin stepped closer, his strong hands reaching around to cup my ass, his erection pressing into me. "How big?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper that seemed to echo through my very soul. His thumbs traced circles around the base of the plug, the pressure building with every pass.

"So big I can barely stand it," I murmured, pulling him into a kiss. Our mouths melded together, our tongues dancing in a passionate tango as our bodies melded into one. I could feel the plug inside me, a constant presence that reminded me of the promise of what was to come. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch as if he were discovering me for the first time.

"Tell me what you want," Benjamin asked me again, his breath hot against my cheek. His question hung in the air, a challenge and a declaration of intent.

"I want you," I whispered back, the words thick with desire. "I want to have you in me, make me cum on your cock, make me your bitch." The words left my mouth in a rush, the reality of what I was saying making my heart race. Despite the fear, I was fully aware that Jenny and Margaret, bound and gagged, were watching us intently, their eyes wide with excitement.

Benjamin's smile grew even wider at my confession, his eyes darkening with lust. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, our tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of desire. His grip was firm, his kiss demanding, and I knew that he was as eager as I was to claim this new chapter in our lives.

"Let's leave the girls alone," he murmured against my lips, his breath warm and sweet. "They can keep themselves busy for a bit." He stood up, already starting to unbutton his shirt, and I followed suit, my trembling fingers working to mirror his movements.

As we approached the couch, our kisses grew more urgent, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. The fabric of our shirts was a barrier to the heat of our skin, and we both seemed eager to be rid of them. Finally, we were naked, standing before each other in all our glory. His cock was already standing at attention, a testament to his desire, and I felt a thrill of power knowing that I had caused that reaction in him.

With a gentle push, I guided him to sit on the plush cushions, my knees sinking into the softness of the carpet beneath me. I looked up into his eyes, the desire in them making my own cock throb with anticipation. Leaning in, I took the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, savoring the taste of him. His eyes closed, and he let out a soft moan, his hands coming up to cradle the back of my head, urging me deeper.

The feeling of his cock filling my mouth was intoxicating, the power he wielded over me a thrill that shot straight to my core. I took him in deeper, feeling his length press against the back of my throat, the head of his cock brushing against my tonsils. He felt so good, so masculine and so powerful, and it made me shiver with the knowledge that he would soon take me with this tool of pleasure.

"I cannot wait no longer," Benjamin groaned, his voice thick with lust as he pulled away from me. He reached for the bottle of lube on the coffee table, the sound of the cap popping open echoing through the room. My eyes widened as he generously coated his shaft with the slick liquid, the sight of him preparing for what was to come making me even more eager to be claimed by him.

He stepped closer, his cock pointing straight at me, the tip brushing against my lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum that I eagerly licked away. His eyes searched mine for any sign of hesitation, but all I felt was a burning desire to please him, to give him what he wanted. With a gentle smile, he reached down and spread my legs, his eyes lingering on the plug still nestled within me. "We don't need that anymore," he murmured, and I nodded, eager to be rid of the barrier that separated us.

The plug was pulled out with exquisite slowness, the sensation of emptiness making me gasp. The cool air of the room caressed my open, vulnerable hole, and I could feel my body begging for more. Benjamin knelt between my legs, his gaze never leaving mine as he took a deep breath. He leaned in, and I felt his warm breath against my skin, the anticipation unbearable.

In the corner of my eyes, I noticed a flicker of movement. Jenny and Margaret had indeed managed to sneak away from the kitchen, their eyes now wide with excitement behind their gags. They were both cuffed, standing by the doorway, trying to get a better view of our intimate moment. Their cheeks were flushed, and their bodies squirmed with desire, their chests heaving against their tight corseted outfits. The sight of them, desperate to watch and participate, only added to my excitement.

Benjamin's cock was like a beacon of heat and need, the tip pressing against my opening, demanding entrance. "Relax," he murmured, his voice a gentle command that seemed to resonate through my entire body. I took a deep breath, willing my muscles to obey as he began to push in, the head of his cock breaching my tight ring with surprising ease.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The fullness was overwhelming, the stretch exquisite. I moaned around his cock as he filled me, my body adjusting to his girth. The plug had indeed prepared me, but the reality was so much more than I had anticipated. His cock was like nothing I had ever felt before, thick and unyielding, claiming me in a way that was both terrifying and incredibly satisfying.

Ben's hips rolled into me, the head of his cock nudging my prostate with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. The pain was there, a sharp edge to the pleasure, but it was a sweet agony that only served to heighten the sensation. I threw my head back, my eyes squeezed shut as I moaned, my body arching to meet him, to take him deeper.

The difference between the strap-on and Benjamin's cock was like night and day. The plug and the strap-on had been a gentle introduction to the world of anal play, a tease of what was to come. But this, the feeling of a real cock inside me, was a revelation. It was as if my body had been made for this, designed to crave the dominance of a man, to be claimed in the most primal way possible.

Ben's strokes grew more powerful, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside me, the tingling building into a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm me. I could feel my orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure that seemed to build with every stroke of his cock. My own erection bobbed in the air, a testament to my desire, my precum painting my stomach with its sticky warmth.

With a grunt, Benjamin lifted my legs, draping them over his broad shoulders, and leaned in to claim my mouth once more. The change in angle sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me, making my eyes roll back in my head. His kiss was a declaration of ownership, his tongue delving deep, tasting me in a way that was both possessive and tender.

As his cock slammed into me, I felt his body tense, his breath hitching in his chest. It was as if he was holding back, waiting for something, waiting for me to break. And then it happened. With a roar, he thrust deep, and I felt the hot spurt of his cum filling me up, his seed marking me as his.

The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, a white-hot flash of pleasure that seemed to rip through every nerve ending in my body. My own cock, which had been aching for release, responded in kind, spurting thick ropes of cum across my stomach without a single touch. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of his cock driving into my ass, and the gasp of our breaths mingling with the cries of pleasure.

Margaret's eyes were on us, her gaze intense and hungry. She had seen me cum before, watched as I pleasured myself while she and Jenny played, but this was different. This was raw, unbridled desire, a man claiming his place in the hierarchy of pleasure she had constructed. The sight of her watching, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and satisfaction, was almost too much to bear.

Benjamin slowly pulled out, his cock slick with cum and lube. He stepped back, and for a moment, I felt utterly exposed, gaping and open. The sensation was strange, a mix of relief and a sudden, inexplicable emptiness. He offered me a hand, and with a gentle smile, helped me to my feet. My legs were wobbly, like jelly, and I leaned against him for support as we made our way to the shower.

The warm spray of water washed over us, the scent of our mingled arousal and the lingering musk of our intimate act filling the air. We cleaned each other, our movements tender and almost reverent, as if we were worshipping at the altar of our newfound love. When we were finally clean, we wrapped ourselves in towels and returned to the living room.

The sight of Jenny and Margaret, still standing as we had left them, brought a smirk to Benjamin's lips. The vibrators were still nestled inside them, their bodies quivering uncontrollably with every pulse of the relentless machines. "Did I tell you to leave the kitchen?" he snarled, his voice a blend of amusement and command. They grunted incoherently, their eyes glazed with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

"Let's teach them a lesson." Benjamin grinned, and with his strong hands around their necks, he moved them over to the two-seater couch in the middle of the room.

"You are in for a treat now," he winked.