A Bowl Of Fruit by Lady Lira

A BOWL OF FRUIT

By Lira Savira



The fire crackled and hissed in the warm, dimly lit room. The logs were cinnamon scented, but the fragrance was very light, nearly absent. The most pervasive smell came from a dark corner where a girl, clad only in a bra and boy shorts, sat cutting various fruits into a bowl. She looked across the room steadily instead of down at the kiwi she was cutting into slices. She was accustomed to this task and did not need to focus entirely on it. Her skin was flush with excitement and her breath came in long sighs over her moist tongue.

Across the room were two figures upon which her gaze was transfixed. A boy was on his knees near the fire, hands bound behind him with black silk rope. A red, leather muzzle with a buckled flap in front covered over half his face and mouth. His hair was dark and long, it hung down past his shoulders. His body was somewhat soft with extra weight around the midsection, but still firmly muscled about the shoulders, arms, and legs.

The other figure stood beside him, looking into the fire in a sort of meditative state. Soft music played in the background, a mix of radio sounds, perhaps a retro station. The figure's long black hair was pulled up into a messy bun, long tendrils dropping down over taut breasts that were exposed to the warm air of the room.

A tightly drawn corset was wrapped about her midsection. The effect looked painful but she did not seem to notice. She wore lace underwear and no stockings. On her feet were Italian leather boots with buckled straps high up the calf. The sole and heel of the boots were stainless steel. A light shawl was draped over her arms, tassels swinging lightly. The room seemed very quiet as though everyone was holding their breath waiting.

The moment is suddenly gone as though they were all briefly frozen in time and then proceeded to move more quickly to make up the difference to the universe. "Trevor." The Mistresses voice rang sudden and sharply through the room, the tone demanding immediate response. The force of it caused nearly instant activity, but not from the boy kneeling beside her. Another boy, this one thinner and with very short hair came forward quickly, head down, and knelt at her feet. He did not raise his head, but instead stared at the heel of her boot as he asked breathlessly, "Yes, Mistress?"

She leaned down to lightly rub the back of his neck as though he were a favorite pet. "It's time, let's get started. You'll be our stand. Get into position, but not to close to the fire. I don't care to get overheated." Trevor quickly moved into position a yard or two from the flames but still within the glow that reflected the beads of sweat building on his flesh in anticipation. He put his head down, and knelt on hands and knees in cat pose.

The Mistress gripped the edge of a strap on the other boy's muzzle and pulled him over to their living table. She comments calmly to the girl sitting in the corner without turning around. "You'd better have that ready." The girl immediately dropped the knife on a paper towel nearby and collected the bowl, walking over to kneel near her Mistress gracefully. The bowl was nearly filled with oranges, apples, kiwi, and an assortment of berries.

The Mistress turned the boy with the muzzle and forced him over the back of the other boy, stomach down. He began to struggle a bit involuntarily and she put a firm grip on the back of his neck and wrist restraints to steady him until he calmed. Once he had settled, and she could see he would not panic, she released him slowly, leaving him bent over to rest over Trevor's back. He was facing the girl with the bowl of fruit and gave her a frightened look. She smiled lightly in return as though attempting to comfort him, but said nothing.

The Mistress strapped on her belt with a medium sized phallus with a fleshy tone. The boy could hear her adjusting it, and his heart trembled as his mind raced. He wanted to, he knew. Even now his cock was growing harder as he felt Trevor's flesh straining beneath him. But much of him still resisted this first opening. He felt the Mistress's hand touch his bare skin and could feel some of the tassels from her shawl sweeping over his back.

The Mistress laid her hand against the boy's smooth buttocks and felt goosebumps rising at her touch. She rubbed his ample flesh firmly in small circles, reaching around to carress his erect member. Her tongue ran up his back softly. After a few minutes of this, she picked up a tube from a nearby table, and lathered some oil from it on the phallus attached to her. She could hear the boy's breathing becoming more rapid and this just excited her more.

The girl watched as her Mistress gripped the boy's hip from underneath and lathered more oil between the cheeks of his ass. She also was becoming more flush with the excitement of observing. She knew what was expected of her from previous experience. She moved closer to the boy as her Mistress began to gently break past his barrier. She unbuckled the clasp from the muzzle, revealing the opening beneath. The boy's breath smelled good to her when he gasped and then moaned at the first penetration.

Trevor could barely see the girl and watched her select an orange slice from the bowl. Her hand disappeared as she delivered it to the boy's mouth. Trevor rhythmically relaxed and tensed his muscles to be able to endure the weight longer. He remembered this first experience himself. The girl had given him a piece of apple as the Mistress had broken him in. He recalled that in that moment for him, he was strongly reminded of the garden of Eden.

The Mistress began to caress her breasts as the boy relaxed and her stride became more evenly consistent as she pressed into him. The soft sound of his guttural moans between swallows, the smell of the bowl of fruit, and the warmth of the fire were very soothing to her. She reached over to caress the girl's cheek as she continued and smiled softly at her. The girl looked at her Mistress shyly and slowly smiles back, delivering another piece of fruit to the boy's mouth.