I found them on Ysos late one evening, their profile framed by the golden light of a lamp in their photo. Their names—Lena and Ruby—glowed on the screen in a warm hue. They were a couple, I could tell. The curiosity in my heart stirred at the thought of meeting them. I was a confident woman, used to leading, but the idea of leading two held a thrilling edge of the unknown.
I slid into conversation easily. My fingertips hovered over the keyboard as I introduced myself. I asked gentle questions, drawing out their story: how long they’d been together, what fantasies they held. They answered honestly, a trace of excitement threading through their words. Lena, the quiet one, mentioned she’d never encountered another woman like me online—a dominant woman seeking to guide a couple. Ruby’s messages bubbled with anticipation, playful emojis dancing in her texts.
That night, we agreed to meet at my apartment. I lit candles in the living room and chose soft music to fill the quiet spaces. The doorbell rang, and there they were: Ruby and Lena standing shyly together at my doorstep. Lena’s eyes were curious, a little nervous, and Ruby’s warm smile greeted me as I opened the door. I invited them inside with a confident yet gentle touch on Ruby’s arm. My apartment smelled faintly of jasmine and sandalwood, a promise of the night to come.
As we settled on the couch, I poured each of them a glass of wine, the ruby liquid swirling in dim light. I watched them relax into the cushions, their hands brushing each other’s as they sat close. I asked if they were ready. They answered in soft, eager whispers. I asked again, and they simply nodded. Lena’s gaze lifted to mine, and I held it. “We trust you,” she breathed.
I had them sit on either side of me, their shoulders gently pressed against mine as I leaned back. The room felt smaller, intimacy gathering in every corner. I placed a slow hand on Ruby’s thigh and another on Lena’s. My touch was feather-light at first, gliding over their clothing. Heat bloomed where I touched them — soft gasps and tiny movements told me it was right.
My fingers slid up Ruby’s calf, over the silky fabric of her dress, then back down, trailing closer. With the other hand, I mirrored the motion on Lena’s side, fingertips drifting to the hem of her shirt. I could sense their breath catching in unison. I glanced at each of them, a silent question in my eyes. Without words, they agreed.
I asked Ruby to undo my top, guiding her hands to the ties of my silk robe. She did so with delicate care, revealing smooth skin beneath. Lena traced along the back of my neck, pulling me down until our lips nearly met. Warmth surrounded us and I exhaled slowly, tasting anticipation in every breath.
When we were bare of pretense and clothing, the air felt electric. I directed Ruby softly by her ear, guiding her to caress Lena. Ruby was playful but careful, her hand flattening gently over Lena’s belly, then rising over her breast in a tender hold. Lena closed her eyes, arching into the touch. I rested a hand on Ruby’s shoulder and encouraged her another inch forward, deeper into the caress.
“Tell me if you want something different,” I murmured. Lena shook her head, squeaking a whisper, “This is perfect.” Ruby’s eyes flashed a little, shy in the candlelit space, but eager.
I shifted slightly, moving Ruby’s hand from Lena’s chest down to her hips, then behind to cup her bottom lightly. Lena caught my gaze. Her eyes were bright with pleasure and curiosity, the vulnerability striking me even as it fueled my control. Unexpectedly, I felt a tender protectiveness — I was enjoying the closeness as much as the authority.
The room was filled with soft sound: slow breathing, the faint rustle of silk, a quiet sigh as Lena pressed closer into Ruby’s hand. I grew more emboldened, tracing the line of Lena’s spine with strong hands before sliding them around to the front again. I had Ruby lean back so I could do the same. My fingers found each curve and line, memorizing them through the luxury of only touch. There, the power of giving and withholding was my gift to them that night.
I asked Lena to help me tie a blindfold around Ruby’s eyes, twisting a scarf with careful kindness. I watched as Ruby’s hand steadied Lena for it, leaning against her shoulder. With one of Ruby’s hands secured, I had Lena place the other behind her back. Lena followed my lead without hesitation — though I expected more coy resistance, she gave herself in trust, and I felt warmth at being entrusted.
Ruby’s fingers entwined with Lena’s on one side, and Lena’s other hand gripped the couch cushion in excitement. I knelt before them, commanding the moment. My hands traveled up Ruby’s legs, cupping her thighs with steady warmth. Lena gasped softly and pressed herself closer as Ruby’s hands slid around Lena’s waist, drawing her intimately near. She shivered as my fingers traced a line on her soft thigh.
I kept my voice low, telling them how beautiful they looked under candlelight, how I appreciated their warmth. They smiled, but I urged them to meet each other’s eyes rather than mine. Ruby and Lena turned toward each other, touching in the dark. Lena’s lips met Ruby’s shoulder, and Ruby’s hands roved more freely now, guided by my earlier instructions.
I felt something building — soft moans grew louder, more insistent. I could hear Lena whisper Ruby’s name, thick with pleasure. Ruby’s breathing was quick and uneven. Even without seeing, I sensed their peak drawing near.
Then Lena’s voice broke into a breathy moan. Ruby pressed her closer in response, lips brushing Lena’s hair. A soft cry slipped from Lena’s throat, and Ruby tightened around her, both of them trembling. I held them as warmth and pleasure cascaded through their bodies.
In that instant, I enveloped them both in my arms, letting them collapse gently against me on the sofa. We were silent but for our mingled breaths. I felt Ruby’s chin rest on my shoulder and Lena’s thighs slipping from either side of my lap. The warmth and trust between us felt oddly tender.
It was surprising how gentle the afterglow felt. I had expected to remain steely and always in command, but there was something soft in our final embrace. Lena opened her eyes; through blurred lids she managed a small, radiant smile and reached a hand to stroke my hair. Ruby’s head lifted slightly, and I saw gratitude in her eyes — a mix of embarrassment and wonder.
We remained like that for a few minutes, until the doorbell reminded us of reality. I helped them dress and guided them to the door. Before they stepped out into the night, Lena pulled me in for a gentle, grateful kiss on the cheek — no words needed.
After they left, I stood alone, the candles still glowing, and felt a flutter of satisfaction. The tension had fully released, and a calm peace settled in me. It had been a night of sharing control, and we found something unexpected: respect and warmth among us all. An unspoken understanding that some fantasies are meant to be lived once, and in that one night, we each discovered something new about ourselves.