Linda sat at her table in the dimly lit restaurant, her glass of wine untouched, the faint hum of conversation filling the air. She hadn’t been paying much attention to the other patrons until they entered.
A tall, imposing figure walked in first—a very large Black man. His presence was commanding, as though the space itself bent slightly to accommodate him. Behind him, walking almost in tandem, was a blonde woman, fair-skinned, her beauty immediately striking in a delicate way. But it was the third figure that caught Linda’s attention: a smaller white man, his face pale, his posture almost hunched in a way that seemed unnatural.
Something about the trio felt… off. Linda couldn’t quite place it, but there was a subtle discord between them. They moved together, yet not in harmony. She noticed their matching wedding rings, yet the blonde woman moved with a confidence that suggested she wasn’t with the smaller man. Instead, her focus seemed to rest almost entirely on the big man—the one with power. He was the one who commanded her attention.
Linda’s curiosity piqued. She watched as they settled at a table, and through snippets of conversation that barely broke through the din of the restaurant, she caught odd phrases—mentions of arrangements, of expectations—words that set her mind swirling. Something about their dynamic was different. The woman and the smaller man appeared… out of place. She wondered if he was subservient, and if so, to whom.
Linda couldn’t shake the curiosity. She found herself looking over again and again, drawn into their world without knowing why. The woman laughed, a soft sound that held something else in it—a subtle hint of surrender.
Then the big man turned, and their eyes met for just a split second. The connection was instantaneous, as though the world had shifted. There was something in his gaze—something magnetic, something powerful.
She hadn’t expected the shift in herself. Her pulse quickened, her breath deepened without her control. There was no rational explanation. Why should she feel this way about a stranger?
She tried to dismiss it. But it was there. The pull was undeniable.
Later, as Linda made her way to the restroom, the big man appeared, waiting outside the door. It seemed coincidental, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t.
He didn’t speak at first. He simply watched her, as though waiting for her to speak. His gaze was intense, yet inviting. There was something about the way he moved—always controlled, always deliberate—that drew her in.
When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, measured, but there was a weight to it.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, leaning in slightly. “You’re curious. You’re drawn to what you see. But what are you willing to do about it?”
He extended a hand to her and said, “I am Maxium”. The invitation wasn’t an offer; it was a command disguised as a choice. She didn’t hesitate. The pull was too strong.
“Come with me,” he said, and without another word, she followed. There was no turning back now. Curiosity had already won.
Returning to his table, Maxium introduced Linda to his date, “This is Marian.” Maxium did not acknowledge the husband, who sat quietly during the introduction, with his head slightly bowed.
Maxium reached out, took Marian’s hand, and lifted her to her feet, then he walked out of the restaurant with the two women in his arms. The husband followed a few steps behind.
The four entered Maxims apartment, and it was as if the world outside had faded into oblivion. The door clicked shut behind them, and Linda felt the quiet shift in the atmosphere. The apartment, sleek and minimal, seemed to close in around her. There was power here—in the stillness, in the way the space seemed to demand her attention.
Without a word, Marian and the smaller man began to undress. It was not hurried, but rather an expected gesture, something that was part of the ritual of being in this space. It wasn’t about discomfort or haste; it was unspoken. Linda understood immediately that this was the way of things here. This was their world—a world of control and submission, power and surrender.
Marian remained, almost at attention, while the small man retreated to the back of the house.
The big man turned his gaze on Linda again. His eyes held a promise—one that she was beginning to understand. She felt the tension coil tighter in her chest. The woman and the smaller man were waiting. And so, Linda felt herself standing on the edge of something unknown.
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he said, his voice low, reassuring, and yet full of authority. “But if you stay, you’ll have to accept the rules.”
Her heart pounded in her chest. The rules. She wasn’t sure what they were, but there was something in his tone—something primal, something that made her both hesitant and eager to know more.
The tension in the room was thick, like a fog settling in. The woman had moved behind her, close enough that Linda could feel the warmth of her body without touching. The smaller man’s presence was distant but palpable, his role so clearly defined that it was almost as if he didn’t need to be seen to be felt.
The big man approached her slowly, his steps measured, deliberate. There was no urgency in his movements, only confidence. He reached out, and without saying a word, brushed a finger along her arm. The electricity of the touch made her shiver.
“What will it be?” he asked again, his voice almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of expectation.
Linda felt like it was closing in, the choices heavy on her chest. This wasn’t what she had expected, but it was exactly what she had been drawn to. A part of her wanted to retreat—to escape the pressure. But another part of her was being pulled closer, toward the unknown.
The big man waited. The woman and the smaller man stood at the edges of the room, silent but watching. The air around them was filled with a quiet intensity.
Then, without any further exchange of words, Linda removed her clothes, then took her place next to Linda.
Maxium took a step back, as if preparing for a show, and said, “Get to know each other.”
Marian took the lead, held Linda’s hands, and kissed her on the lips. Linda looked genuinely surprised. She had never been kissed by a woman.
The room seemed to contract, the air thickening with every breath Linda took. Marian’s lips brushed against hers once more, but this time, it wasn’t gentle. It was an urgent, hungry kiss, as if the woman was pulling something from her—something buried deep. Linda’s heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as Marian’s hands slid down her body, drawing a shiver from her spine. The touch was deliberate, calculated, like Marian knew exactly how to make Linda’s body betray her mind.
Linda’s hands, frozen at her sides at first, instinctively found Marian’s waist, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat of her body, the soft press of her chest against hers, and yet it felt as though every inch of contact made her feel more disconnected from her own control. The kiss deepened, and Linda was drowning in the sensation. It wasn’t the sweetness she had imagined—it was raw, possessive, as though Marian was marking her, laying claim to something Linda hadn’t even known she was willing to give.
Her breath caught in her throat as Marian’s tongue traced the outline of her lips, urging her to open, to surrender. And Linda did. She couldn’t help it. The heat surged through her body, pooling in places she had never allowed herself to feel before. Every part of her seemed to ache with a desire she hadn’t understood, hadn’t expected.
The air between them felt thick, oppressive, like something dark was moving, taking shape. Maxium’s presence, though unspoken, pressed in around her. He had not moved, but she could feel him—the weight of his gaze on her, like a storm about to break.
Marian’s hands slid lower, grazing the soft curve of Linda’s hip, making her skin hum with awareness. The touch was deliberate, exploring. Linda’s mind screamed at her to pull away, to stop—but her body betrayed her again. She leaned into Marian, her own hands moving across the woman’s back, following the rhythm, the pull, not as an act of choice, but of instinct.
In the silence, Maxium’s voice was a quiet command, cutting through the haze. “More.”
It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t an option. Marian responded without hesitation, pushing Linda against her with more intensity, guiding her deeper into the kiss, making every movement feel like it was drawing Linda into a place she couldn’t escape. Linda’s thoughts scattered. She was lost, somewhere between the touch, the kiss, the electric pull that connected her to them both.
Maxium didn’t need to move. He didn’t need to speak again. His presence was enough, a magnetic force that kept everything in line, that kept Linda’s every breath tethered to the unspoken rules he had set. And Marian, moving like a shadow behind her, felt both like a temptation and a command.
The kiss grew more demanding, more urgent. Marian’s hands slid over Linda’s back, pulling her closer still. Linda’s breath came in shallow gasps, her head spinning with the overwhelming sensation of being both consumed and possessed. She felt everything—every touch, every kiss—so intensely, it was as though the world outside of them had ceased to exist. It was just the three of them now, bound by something she didn’t fully understand but couldn’t resist.
Maxium, still watching from the edges, said nothing more. His silence was more powerful than any words. Every movement was his, every touch directed by his presence alone. Linda was his—whether she had known it or not—and as Marian’s lips moved over her skin, Linda couldn’t deny it any longer. She was pulled in deeper, further than she had ever been, into a world where everything she thought she knew was twisted, reshaped.
And as the kiss broke, leaving Linda breathless, her pulse racing, Marian’s eyes met hers. There was no softness there—only a quiet, knowing look, as though she had already won. As though the game had already begun, and Linda was no longer the one in control.
Maxium’s ended the performance as quickly as it began with a single word, “Kneel”, as he pointed to the floor in front of him.
The command was simple, and yet it was everything. Linda’s body obeyed before her mind could catch up, stepping into the pull of the moment. There was no more room for hesitation. No space left for doubt. The kiss, the touch, the pull of their presence—it was all consuming, and she was powerless to stop it.
The two naked women kneeled side-by-side on the floor in front of Maxium. Linda’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she knelt, the weight of the moment settling over her like a heavy cloak. Her thoughts were scattered, her body trembling with a mixture of desire, fear, and curiosity. The world had narrowed to this room, this moment, this man. Maxium stood tall before them, his presence still commanding, still unwavering, yet there was something gentle in his gaze now, something that pulled Linda even further into his orbit.
Without warning, Maxium stepped forward, his hand reaching down to gently caress Linda’s cheek. She flinched at the touch, but there was something comforting in his restraint. His fingers traced the outline of her jaw, steady and deliberate.
The room seemed to hold its breath as Linda’s mind spun. She felt both alive and out of control, like she was standing at the edge of an abyss, looking down into its dark depths. Part of her wanted to step back, to turn away, but another part—the part that had been drawn to him from the moment their eyes met—was already falling.
Maxium’s eyes searched hers, reading her every reaction, every hesitation. And then, without another word, he turned and began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he were performing some ritual. Marian watched, her expression unreadable, but Linda could feel her presence—like a shadow, lingering, waiting for something.
The room seemed to grow smaller as Maxium finished undressing and approached them again. The power in his presence was overwhelming, yet there was a calmness to him that made Linda’s heart race faster. It was as if he held everything in balance—his control, his dominance, and yet there was something tender beneath it all, a promise that she could trust him, should she choose to.
Standing over the two kneeling women, Maxium’s monster cock was at eye level.
For the first time that night, Linda felt a flicker of clarity amid the chaos in her mind. She knew what was being asked of her. She had known since the moment she walked into this space that it was never about the physical. It was about surrender. It was about giving herself fully to the unknown.
Her heart thudded in her chest, but her body was already moving, drawn by the pull of his presence. Linda leaned over and kissed Maxium’s still flaccid penis, then took the tip of it in her mouth.
And in that moment, Linda understood. There was no going back now.
Linda and Marian fluffed Maxium until he was rock hard. Linda was inexperienced with such a large cock, so Maxium fucked Marian, who by this time had grown accustom to accommodating Maxium. Linda was put to work performing analingus as Marian performed fillatio.
However, Maxium had saved is semen for Linda.
Linda had never tasted cum, but she knew what her responsibility was. This is what she signed up for. She presented her mouth and Maxium filled it with goo, which she promptly swallowed before thanking him for the gift.
Linda had stepped into their world, into the unknown, and there was nothing that could pull her away. The game had begun, and she was no longer the one in control.