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I have said that I am submissive; but I haven't said how exactly. There was comparatively little overt d/s activity between us. He rarely spanked me or tied me up or forced me into scenarios of humiliation and such. I've said that sex between us was often rough. He would pull my hair, slap my face, and hold me down while fucking me as hard as he could, enough to leave me with a bruised cunt. He also buggered me, again causing me some discomfort, which I enjoyed. I liked the idea of being forced. And from time to time he had toyed with the idea of finding another man to fuck me, while he sat and watched and issued instructions: 'turn her round', 'fuck her like a dog', 'push your cock down her throat till she chokes', that sort of thing. But this had remained at the level of fantasy. No one yet had been found adequate to fill the role.
        You may well wonder how I responded to the idea of involving Brian. In large part my submission to Matthew consisted in being willing to do what he wanted. I didn't have much of an attraction to Brian physically; he was a large, cumbersome sort of guy, not the thin, sensitive, intense type that I usually favoured. But if Matthew wanted it I would do it for him. And there was a certain frisson in the idea that I was forcing Beth to watch her man being seduced by me. It certainly was a way of exercising control over her, rubbing her nose in the dirt of her submission, if you like. (Sometimes I felt quite aggressive towards her; even a trifle vindictive. At the time I wasn't aware of why I felt this way. I put it down to a dominant streak in my make-up that I hadn't been previously aware of, but which Beth brought out in me. Only later did I realise the basis of this latent hostility, but I shall leave describing that till later.)
        Matthew wanted it all to happen in the same room, Brian fucking me while he forced Beth to watch, and while he, Matthew, fucked her. I remember him describing this scenario to Beth as we sat around the kitchen table. She was wide-eyed with fascination, yet she felt some apprehension.
        'I don't know if he will go for it,' she said doubtfully.
    'You don't think he fancies Annabel? Most men do,' Matthew replied.
        'He's just an uptight guy,' she said. 'He's not liberated like you are. Not in touch with himself.' Beth liked to use terms like that. She had a rather touchy-feely view of the world in general.
        'Do you think he will be jealous?' I asked.
        'I don't know,' Beth said. She looked a little sad. 'I'm not sure how much he really cares for me. It's more that he'll be inhibited by having others in the room. Especially another man.'
        'Wait and see,' Matthew said. 'Not many guys look a gift horse in the mouth when it comes to sex.'
        And so it proved. Somewhat to our surprise Brian jumped at the idea. It seemed that he did have the hots for me after all. Matthew had discussed it with him man to man, and he'd agreed with alacrity. The evening that it was to happen, Beth and Brian arrived together. Brian watched rather bemused as Beth did her usual kneeling on entry, and Matthew told her to crawl into the sitting room and kneel on the floor by the sofa. We all had a drink, while Matthew toyed with Beth, stroking the back of her neck, pushing his finger into her mouth for her to suck, catching hold of her hair and twisting it till she grimaced.
        Matthew told Brian he should feel free to touch me. Rather tentatively he put his hand on my knee and reached over to kiss me on the mouth. As I said, I was not in truth greatly attracted. But there was undeniably something in the air, something rather perverse which I responded to. I let Brian kiss me, even responded a bit, and when he put his hand up my skirt, I allowed him to feel around for a while. Beth watched intently, while Matthew continued to fondle her.
        Matthew was seated in an armchair with Beth on her knees beside him, while Brian and I shared