Grace looked over at the audience, trying to gauge who had purchased her. Again in the sea of faces, she met Master Michael’s eyes. Next to him was another man. He had thick brown hair and hazel eyes. He was more slender and looked to be slightly shorter than Master Michael but also very good-looking in a more subtle, refined way. He also seemed to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties.
The man was talking very intensely to Master Michael, and both had their eyes fix on her. A shiver ran up and down her spine. The image of being at the feet of either of these men seemed like the wish of a lifetime fulfilled. Obviously one of them had bought her as they were ignoring the auction going on. She just wasn’t sure which one. Oh, my god. If either one of those hunks just bought me, I would sell myself for life. Actually, hang the money. I’d do it for free. Maybe even pay them.
Jason couldn’t take his eyes of their new slave. Twenty-five thousand dollars was a lot of money to be paying, but he knew just by looking at her she was worth it. Now all they had to do was survive until the end of the auction. Seeing her there waiting, knowing she’d be coming home with them was too much. He wondered if he should go to the bathroom and jack off just so he could make it through to the end of the auction.
Thirty minutes later Michael and Jason were sitting in Master Craig’s office signing the contracts, anxiously awaiting the arrival of their purchase. Trying hard to hold respectable adult poses, when all they really wanted was to jump up and down, like little boys on Christmas morning.
Grace was led into Master Craig’s office by Master Dan.
When she saw Master Michael sitting there with the other man from the auction, she felt a massive weight lift from her shoulders. The fear she’d been feeling disappeared when she gazed into the face of Master Michael, her Master. She couldn’t have chosen better for herself, and the smile that spread over her face was euphoric. Her body then began to heat at the idea of having sex with this man. Her pussy clenched in victory at the thought of serving him. The question was who was the man next to him?
“Slave Grace, let me introduce you to your new Masters. Master Michael, Master Jason, please meet your new slave.” Michael stood and walked over to Grace. Hold on. Did Craig just say “Masters,” as in two, as in both of them?
“Now, Grace, it’s time to get some of the formalities out of the way before your new life begins. Firstly, are you happy to proceed and sign the contract with Masters Michael and Jason?”
Grace raised her eyes and looked first at Jason, and she could see the gleam of mischief in his eye and could sense a kind and fun-loving nature. She then gazed into the eyes of Master Michael and could feel the power that radiated from him. She also sensed he, too, would be kind to her. She said, “Yes, I’m willing to sign the contract and abide by its conditions for six months.” God damn! she thought. Two men, how was she going to handle two men, double trouble…What if they both wanted to have sex all the time, her pussy would be worn out after six months, what’s the lifespan of a pussy by the way…
“Okay, Grace, sign here and here,” Craig said, dragging her back to the present.
She signed the contract, and Craig witnessed it. He then opened his desk and withdrew another piece of paper.
“Now, Grace, this contract is your safety contract and is to be witnessed by me. There’s a copy for you and for your Masters. I will also keep a copy myself in case of a breach. Firstly, we discussed earlier safe words, and as I said before, a safe word is a word not normally used in everyday conversation. It will stop whatever is happening immediately. It will only be used when you can’t physically or emotionally accept the situation you are in. Everything will stop, you will be asked to repeat the word, and if you do, it will void the contract. You can call the club twenty-four-seven, and we will immediately send a car to collect you. There are very strict penalties if you are permanently damaged either physically or emotionally. We take this very, very seriously. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Grace said. “I understand.” And I’m terrified that I might have to use it, too.
“Okay, Grace, so what is you safe word?”
She thought for a second and then remembered the name of her first kitten at age seven. She loved that cat, and it was drowned by her father when it peed on his foot. She was devastated, and she thought that would be how she would be feeling if she had to use the word. “Nexus,” she said loud and clear.
“All right then, gentlemen, Slave Grace, we are all done here. Grace, I will be speaking to you in a week’s time to check you are happy with your placement.”
“Thank you, Craig, for all your assistance. As you can understand, we’re quite anxious to take our new slave home and get her…settled,” Michael said with just a hint of frustration. He looked over at Craig who nodded, giving them silent permission to leave. He also noticed a slight smile on Craig’s face.
Chapter Six
Out front of the club was the limo Michael had arranged. He planned for today to be special, and he didn’t want to fight with Jason over who’d drive and who would play with their new purchase, so he figured a limo would solve the dilemma and make it special for their slave, sort of a welcome home.
Closing the limo door after they were seated, the driver immediately shut the privacy screen and pulled out into the traffic for their journey home.
“Slave Grace, I’m Master Michael as you know, and this is Master Jason. We’re both your new Masters.”
Holy shit…Grace thought. My. God! Wait a minute. Are they gay? I’m really just going to be a housekeeper who’ll overlook their kinky shit. Hold on. What if they’re bisexual? Can I handle watching two guys going at it in bed with me? Well, I’ve never done it before, and you should always try something once to see if you like it, but…
“We both live and work together. However, we are not gay or bisexual. We’re very comfortable around each other and have a very close relationship. We both share lovers in every way.”
“Yes, Gracey. I have no problem seeing his junk, but I’m not playing with it. That’s your job.”
Michael froze at Jason’s statement. They’d not even discussed the acceptance of a sexual relationship. He looked at Grace, who burst out laughing and he instantly relaxed. This was going to work out wonderfully.
“Let me guess, subtlety isn’t your strong suit.” Grace laughed.
Jason and Michael both snickered with Grace. She had already lightened the mood and brought the gift of laughter, and they weren’t even home yet.
“Okay, getting back to it. You’ll follow both our commands. However, should you face any command conflicts, you should always follow mine first and foremost. Do you understand?”
“Basically Michael here is the head honcho, the master in command, and I am his second in charge, his wingman so to speak. You, my dear, are much…lower on the food chain, but I’m positive you’re the tastiest.”
“Yes, Master, I understand,” she said, looking directly into his eyes.
He felt a shiver of power flicker over his skin at the sound of her calling him “Master.” He felt, right now, as if he could fly…
“However, as you have committed to slave training, the first lesson will be that you shall never hide your body. Slave Grace, strip.” Grace looked between Michael and Jason and wondered if he was serious. We’re in a car on the street. They hadn’t even had a real conversation yet! For goodness’ sake!
“You can’t be serious, can you?”
“You’ll find I’m very serious. I won’t ask again, slave. Obey me, or you, will, be punished.” He growled in a deep tone that actually curled Grace’s toes. Okay, well, this is what the Lifestyle is all about. You understood this would be happening. Granted, not this quickly, but you did know. You’re their slave after all.
Slowly Grace slipped off the seat and turned to face both men. She settled herself on her knees and started unhooking the front of her corset. She knew she should be looking at the floor or discreetly over her left shoulder as s
he’d been trained to do, but she wanted to look into their eyes. Just to show them she was complying with the command but still holding her own.
She removed the corset and felt a flash of heat fill her face. She wasn’t shy, but displaying herself so openly to the two men she wanted to impress most in the world right now was daunting. What if I’m not sexy enough? What if when they see how my body really is after the body-sculpting corset is gone they aren’t turned on by me? God I hate this. Okay, pull yourself together, girl. Get a grip!
With her hands by her sides, shaking slightly, she lowered her head and waited. Jason put a finger under her chin and raised her face to look into his eyes. “You should never hide from us, Grace. You must know what a beautiful body you have. You should never be embarrassed or even shy with us.”
“We’ll need to ensure we give her some body appreciation training.”
“Yes, I agree! Slave, we’re still waiting.” Grace slowly started to remove her panties, sliding them over her thighs and down her legs. Once removed, she placed them on the seat with her corset.
“Unlike most Masters, both Jason and I like to hear our slave speak. Also, given your training needs, we need to communicate openly. When we don’t want you to speak, we’ll inform you, otherwise you’re free to talk.” Grace was grateful. She’d been terrified she’d be alone with her thoughts without being able to express them.
“Thank you, Masters.” Grace chewed on her bottom lip and wondered how best to address her immediate concerns.
“I’m not sure whether you’ve been warned. I’m not a one hundred percent slave. I actually believe I am a standard submissive. Master Craig felt that it would be difficult for me to submit in a relationship if I had the free choice to choose. I’m concerned that your expectations of me are higher than I can deliver.” Grace sheepishly turned her gaze away after her admission. She felt it was her duty to warn them in case they wanted to send her back.
“Grace, we have a week’s trial to ensure we all meld together. I’m sure you weren’t expecting to have two Masters either. To be honest with you, we’ve never been interested in slaves before. I always considered them to be mindless toys, and that doesn’t fit with our lifestyle.
“But you, Grace, when I met you in the club, I saw a different concept of a slave. One that did interest me, so we will discover together, the three of us, what our unique Masters-and-Slave relationship will be. Back to the warnings of your defiant streak. To be honest with you, sweetheart, anyone worth a grain of salt can see that in you.”
For the first time since meeting Michael, Grace saw a kindness and playfulness. It was a very different side of him. She had only ever seen his strength and force so far. It was a relief to know that he also had a softer side.
“Now, slave, back to the rules of our household and our immediate expectations of you. We expect you to cook all meals, clean the house, and generally manage the household. Which includes chores such as shopping, organizing the household accounts, et cetera, et cetera. With your business management and accounting background, I’m sure you’ll manage all that with ease.
“You’ll also attend any work functions that either Jason or I have, as our date. Whilst in the house or when alone with Jason or me, you’ll not be permitted to wear clothing. Simply put, you are to remain naked when possible. The only item on your body will be our collar.”
“Yes, Master, I understand. I do ask for patience as I learn how you both prefer everything to be done.”
She couldn’t believe her luck. She had ended up with not only Master Michael but Master Jason as well. Both were good-looking, masculine, and dominant, which, it seemed, was what she wanted more than anything.
The sexual tension in the car was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Grace noticed that Jason was very tense sitting there in his seat. She wondered if they were waiting on her to show a sign that her service could commence. Gee! I forgot I have to tell them if I approve of a sexual relationship. Well, this could be interesting. I could always draw it out and make them sweat. Ah! Who am I kidding? I can’t wait to bed these two. Pride be damned. I’m going to get some, and right now.
“Master Jason, you seem tense. Is there anything I can do to ease your tension?”
Jason turned to look at Grace. She was definitely the right girl for them. He and Michael had discussed this before the auction and had agreed to wait until they got home before asking her about any sexual relationship between them all. But their Grace was ready. She had surprised them both with her easy acceptance and, boy, was he thankful for it.
“Yes, Grace, there is.” Looking at their little minx, he realized the possibilities were endless. “Now that the introductions are out of the way and you obviously have accepted a sexual relationship, come here and suck my cock, baby, and relieve the pressure that’s been building since I first saw you.”
He watched her shuffle herself forward to kneel between his feet. She lowered his zipper and began to pull his pants down, her eyelids at half-mast.
“Yes, Master, I live to serve,” she said seductively while blowing a big breath of warm air over his rock-hard cock.
She could feel Jason shiver from the sensation. She lapped the pre-cum off the eye of his cock and then seductively licked her lips whilst looking him right in the eyes. Flattening her tongue, she licked it from base to tip over and over like the most delicious ice cream cone. He was much larger than she had expected, and she was grateful that he must trim his pubic hair. There was nothing sexier than a man who took care of himself but, most importantly, the comfort of his partner. Leaning up and over, she swallowed his cock. She felt his body stiffen slightly to give her better access.
“That’s it, slave, swallow me. Milk me. Drink me dry.”
She stiffened when Michael removed her shoes. She had never taken two men at the same time. She’d fantasized about it many times. Actually it was her favorite fantasy when masturbating. However, the reality was a bit frightening.
Michael couldn’t stop the joy that spread to his heart at the sight of his best friend and his new slave. He couldn’t control the lust that burned hot and strong as he watched them. He couldn’t bear to not be a part of this. Moving behind Grace, he dropped to the floor, kneeling on the plush carpeting. He removed her high heels, as in the limited space of the limo he didn’t want to end up with a spike wound.
He started rubbing up her legs to her inner thigh, and her wet pussy, which was throbbing for attention. He rubbed his fingers against her pussy, and they were immediately coated in her warm and wet arousal.
“So, slave, it looks like you’re happy with your new Masters. This pussy is so soaked its dripping.”
Grace moaned her agreement.
“We’ve already told you we want you to speak. So answer the question. Are you happy with both your new Masters, slave?”
Grace temporarily removed Jason’s cock from her mouth to answer. “Yes, Master. I’m very happy, and I hope we can serve each other well.”
Michael laughed. “Ah! Grace, so much to learn. You will serve us, not the other way round,” Michael murmured as he thrust one finger deep into her channel.
Grace moaned as she pushed back against his hand and refocused on mouthing Jason’s cock. He added a second finger to Grace’s hot, dripping wet pussy and groaned. His cock pulsed, begging to replace his fingers. It demanded to feel the slick velvet walls of her pussy wrapped round it, sucking and milking it.
“Fuck…Michael, her mouth is so good. Baby, keep going. Don’t stop.”
Grace moaned as her pussy tightened on Michael’s fingers, trying to hold them inside her. Her tongue flicked and swirled around Jason’s cock, tickling under the crown. Jason began thrusting into her mouth. She moved her hand to his balls, massaging his sac as she hollowed her mouth, sucking him with a rhythmic force. Using her index finger nail, she gently grazed the sensitive skin between his sac and his anus. She then ran her finger back and forth, while the rest of her hand massaged his ba
lls. His body tensed and jerked, and she felt his balls tighten just before his cock erupted in her mouth. Jet after jet of hot cum splashed to the back of her throat. Greedily, she swallowed stream after stream. He had the most interestingly strong flavor, salty but smooth and slightly sweet. Again, she was thankful. Drinking him down daily would be no task, but a reward.
She knew a lot of women didn’t like to give blow jobs. They saw it as demeaning or beneath them. Grace always felt the reverse, the sense of power she had over the man beneath her. The control she took from them and the feel of a hard cock sliding through her mouth never failed to excite her. She lapped at Jason’s cock, cleaning him.
Michael withdrew his fingers from Grace’s pussy and lined up his throbbing cock. He had to get inside her.
He aligned the tip of his cock between her pussy lips, pushing it just slightly into her soaked entrance, then stopped and waited. Just to tease her, he held her hips to stop her attempts to thrust back on him. Grace grunted in frustration.
“Please…Master Michael, fuck me please. I need you.”
“Baby, you beg so well.” Michael’s inner beast roared at her pleas for him, and he prepared to claim his prize. Michael slammed home in one hard thrust. The feel of her silken wall sliding along his shaft was incredible. As the tip of his cock hit her cervix deep inside her pussy, he halted his thrust. Concerned he may have hurt her, he waited. Grace pulled forward slightly, fighting his hold on her hips, and thrust back at him, showing him she was okay. Only then did he begin to piston into her pussy with a force and enthusiasm he thought he’d lost in his youth.
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