Menage a Trois

A request from a friend; the hypothetical poly relationship between myself, her, and Alpha. Of course, this couldn't happen in real life because she's currently taken by her own Papi, but the idea was entertained in my brain years ago. And when I recently confessed this to her, she asked for an explanation of how things would work. This might end up being a story, but it relays my brain movies.

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Wolfie was a slave in the deepest parts of her soul, but there were dominant flares on more than one occasion. She may have been small and submissive, but she was fierce in all things she did. Her Alpha didn't like bowing down to the Domme in her, as infrequent as she rose. He himself was all Dominant and Master and couldn't bend to her will, as much as she begged or craved it. Wolfie wasn't a fan of polygamy, she could only give her heart to one person and didn't like sharing herself - body, heart, or soul. However, Alpha liked to entertain the idea of getting another sub, for himself and his little Wolf. So they talked and battled and ranted and raged. They debated and conceded and consulted. Finally, they came to the decision of grabbing Bunny.

Wolfie and Bunny had been friends for years now. Merely friends, but Bunny still called Wolfie her Miss. Wolf saved Bunny from horrible things, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. Wolfie hadn't ever really thought about it, but she did indeed rescue the poor battered and bruised Bunny, not from the worst parts of her life, but she tried patching those parts up too. As platonic as it was, they did love each other. So when Wolf went to Bunny, asking her to be her sub in more ways than just platonic, the little rabbit was more than delighted, to say the least.

Bunny had a collar from Miss Wolf, but that was when they were friends. The next collar would be so much more important, a symbol of their coming together. Alpha wanted a part in the design as well, since Bunny was his as well as Wolfie's. Together they designed a purple and light blue leather collar. It had black spikes alternated with purple gems, and a single silver ring in the middle. It was a locking collar; Bunny wouldn't have taken it off unless she asked, of course, but this was to make sure. The collaring ceremony took place at night, after dinner. Dinner which Bunny happily made, since Wolf and Alpha had to work. Alpha left to give the subs clean up duty. He went back into the bedroom to prepare things.

Wolf walked into the living room to do her nightly reading, with Bunny trailing along. Wolfie sat on the couch, her back against the arm of it, and Bunny curled up in between her Miss's legs while watching a movie on Netflix. Wolfie could hear when Alpha came back into the room, so when he touched her shoulder, she didn't jump. He handed her the blindfold and she quietly put her book down. She bent over gently, so as not to disturbed the slave in her lap, and whispered quietly into her ear, "We've got a surprise, hun. Close your eyes for me, and no peeking." Bunny did as she was told. Alpha then instructed the unsighted sub to get off the couch, move into the middle of the floor, and kneel.

Bunny was abuzz with excitement at this point. She didn't know what was coming, but she was excited and nervous nonetheless. Wolf went around dimming and darkening lights across the house. She lit many candles to make the room warm and lit enough for them to see properly. Alpha stood in front of Bunny and Wolf knelt beside him, holding a black wooden box. Master instructed Bunny to remove her own blindfold. She saw both Master and Miss smiling at her, and she couldn't help but smile back. She saw the box and tears came to her eyes. "Don't cry, my little Bun-Bun," Wolf cooed. Master chuckled, but continued on.

"You've been with us for quite a while now, Bunny," he began. "We took you into our home, but you've accepted us as your Tops. You've brought us love and companionship that is hard to find elsewhere. We only hope we've supplied as much joy as you've given us." He had to stop because now she was sobbing. Not in a bad way, but her happiness just flowed from her eyes. Wolf chuckled a bit and comforted the sub, placing a kiss on each cheek, her forehead, and then a final one on her lips. "We've considered you our slave for a while now, but tonight is the night we cement it," Alpha said while Wolf handed him the box. She stood and opened it, revealing the collar they both designed for their third. The grabbed hold of it and knelt again in between them both. Now, she spoke to Bunny, "You are Mine as well as His. Ours." He placed his hands on Wolf's shoulders as she carried on. "You are Our Bunny. Our Bun-Bun. The Little Uke. As I am His, you are Mine. And we belong to Him. We vow to take care of you in all the ways that We can, and promise to instruct you properly in ways to take care of Us." More tears fell from Bunny's eyes, and it was beginning to make Wolf a bit weepy, as her Miss placed the collar around her neck. Alpha went behind Bunny and secured it. Wolf placed her hands on Bunny's shoulders, and their Master placed his hands on top of hers. "The three of us are one. One heart. One love. One family," Miss finished.

Bunny's tasks were mostly household chores: cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. When Wolf was home, she helped, but Bunny preferred to do things. She enjoyed the domesticity. In the bedroom, they all took turns pleasing each other, or two on one. Or one on one while the other watched. Wolf was rather hesitant with her sub, as female genitalia frightened the Miss. But Bunny was patient, and Alpha took up where Wolf often left. 

Slave attire usually consisted of underwear, for both subs, even when Wolf was feeling her Domme peek through. Because as Domme as she was over Bunny, they still belong to Alpha. And there they happily remained.

When Wolf rules over Bunny, it's usually more subtle things. Putting her in her cage while Miss cooks instead of her sub. Letting the Uke lay at her feet or in her lap while she reads, plays video games, or watches television. And when discipline is required, she tries not to be too harsh. Usually, Bunny knows when she's done wrong and will quickly try to patch things up. But if it is necessary, Wolf has her sit on her bad pillow in the corner, facing the wall. Sometimes this will send the slave's slave into tears, so make up is swift and sweet.

The Domme always takes pride and pleasure in marking her sub; with bites, scratches, hickeys, bruises, writings, etc. While there is a small part of humiliation and placing the sub in her place, it is also a matter of putting more confidence into Bunny. Miss Wolf will have her put on shows and displays, cooing at how beautiful her sub is, how good she is at what she does, how happy she makes her Domme and Master. She'll instruct Bunny to dance, or sing. Or wear something and strut around. The insertion of confidence. And then there's the parts that aren't so sweet, but still so nice.

A Dominance display. Bunny might be doing something like mopping the floors or folding laundry, and Miss will approach her from behind. Granted, the little Domme is a few inches shorter, but that is quickly rectified with a swift hair tug. She pulls the sub's head back to growl in her ear, "on the floor." Bunny is only happy to comply. Depending on what the sub is wearing, a few well place spanks and scratches will be placed over her body. Wolf pushes her slave forward until her forehead is pressed against the floor. "Pretty pet," she'll coo, adding a sharp slap to her rear. Bunny will shiver, but not out of fear. Anticipation of the Dominance display. She knows her place for sure, but she likes to be reminded just as much as the next proper slave. Once Bunny is bent over, even without a strap-on, Miss will mount her from behind. Thrust her hips into her slave's ass and growl into her ear. A good thick bite into her shoulder and more rumbling and the display is over. The Uke might remain there for a few minutes longer, deep in subspace and her happy place, but the laundry still needs to be done.

When they both play for Alpha, it's either a mutual thing or a competition. Bunny is often more compliant to let her Miss win, but most times Miss will give up to allow her sub the edge. They'll wear pretty things for him, give him massages, do special chores (things that aren't normally asked for), and of course the sexual gifts. Sometimes they'll put on a little show for him, dancing or kissing, all just for him.

And then there was the more mundane. They would all play video games together, or watch movies, or shop. Going to the park or zoo or aquarium. Taking care of the pets. And Bunny would provide for both of them. She caters to Alpha's requirement for neatness and she helps Miss with her medicines and less savory parts of the Domme's life. She encourages all of the good parts and they help her by growing as a person and finding her own way through life.

They would live their lives together, not just kink together. They were a whole, with Alpha at the Top.

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I hope this doesn't step on any toes. It was a request for some of my deeper musings. As nice as this all seems, it is unlikely to happen. For several reasons. This is in no way trying to force anyone into anything. Just a scene in my mind I've played over several years ago. /Disclaimer.

Otherwise, enjoy~

No Good

It seems I've been neglecting this. I said I'd try and post once a week, but that obviously hasn't been happening.

So, some updates:

Moving by the end of the month. Gonna be living with my boyfriend by October at the latest. So, that's thrilling and nerve-wracking all at the same time. Gonna be getting a job to help him pay for rent. Hopefully, it's the job I've had my eyes on for a while. Very nice pay~

Wasn't hospitalized, but still some rather depressing news. Seems like the doctors have no hope for me.

Depression is still lurking around, of course. This week and last week have been bad. Horrible dreams last week. Over all lethargy this week. And of course, bad thoughts abound.

Beginning to think this isn't worth it. Doing this blog thing. Sure, there are a select few of you who read and possibly appreciate it. But what good is it doing? I'm not keeping up with it like I should. I only ever feel like writing important stuff down. I'm not so... Superficial that I feel the need to write about a dinner that I had a week ago. Am I asking for too much from this? To suddenly become all philosophical just because people are watching me? Eh.

Again folks, don't hesitate to ask for stuff from me: writings, explanations, stories, etc. And Bun-Bun, I'll be working on the stuff you requested. Maybe that'll get me outta my funk.