A Princess Submits [Safeword LLC 4] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “We’ve had a very trying day, princess,” Landon said, taking a step toward her. “We’ll retire for the night and start fresh in the morning.”

  Lisa’s shoulders were shaking, stunning Landon. Why was she crying? She’d shed enough tears at the hospital after her father had left that he would have thought that impossible. He reached for her and stopped midway when Owen burst out laughing. Irritated by his cousin, Landon finally touched the top of her head, stroking her hair. She tilted her head up to him and gave him a radiant smile, even though her gray eyes were somewhat still red from earlier. That’s when he heard it.

  Hansel had somehow, someway, gotten a hold of Lisa’s small butt plug. Using his paw to push it across the floor, he would settle down on his two front paws and wait until it stopped moving. He then pounced.

  “Sir? Master Owen?”

  “Yes, princess?”

  “Thank you for today.” Lisa looked back down, although never broke position as she continued to speak. “I realize now that you were taking care of me long before I ever gave you my submission. When you told my father that you loved me, everything felt…right. I had the same feeling the first night I knelt by your feet on the patio. This is what I have always longed for, and you have provided me that. I have finally found my place in life and I am honored that you have accepted my submission and in return, are offering me a peace that I have never experienced. Every day, my bond with you strengthens and grows. I—”

  “Yes?” Owen asked, crossing the distance from where he was standing near the table to where Lisa was kneeling on the rug. Landon still stroked her hair, feeling like Hansel and Gretel did when Owen sprinkled catnip on their scratching post and they couldn’t get enough.

  “I–I humbly request that we extend our two-month contract when it ends.” Lisa suddenly hurried her words together, as if she were afraid they would stop her midsentence. “I don’t want this to end. I don’t even want a contract at all. Kennedy was right when she said you were my perfect Dominants. You give me what I need. I want to walk through your door every night and know that you are here waiting for me. I—”

  Landon didn’t know what had come over him, but he fisted his fingers in her hair and forced her to stand. Swinging her around to face him, he swallowed her cry with his lips. Hungrily, he kissed her with everything he was. He drank from her like there wasn’t another day on the horizon. And true to her nature, Lisa stood there and let him take what he needed. When sanity returned, Landon eased up and released her now-swollen lips.

  “You are ours.”

  * * * *

  Lisa awoke to an empty bed. The first thing she did was sit straight up and look around the room. Not seeing either man, she frowned. Where could they be? It was Saturday morning and much to her disappointment, they’d tucked her in last night and insisted she needed sleep. Her plug, and not the one Hansel had been playing with, was snugly tucked in her anus, reminding her that she needed relief. Scooting off the bed, she quickly used the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.

  Smiling to herself, Lisa figured her Masters wouldn’t be gone for long since they promised her a day of play with an evening to outshine all the others. Situating herself on the bed, she took up her position in the middle of the mattress. The minute her knees were spread, she could feel her clit start to swell. It was amazing to her that they could have her body so well trained in a relatively short time, considering she was aware that some submissives had lived the lifestyle for years whereas she only ever dreamed about it.

  Lisa heard a shuffling noise at the door and her heart started to race. She chuckled when she realized it was one of the cats, sticking his or her paw underneath the door. It made her wonder where Landon and Owen had gotten off to. At least one of them usually stayed in bed with her on a weekend morning.

  Her mind drifted to yesterday, when she had to face the fact that her father wasn’t the man she thought he was. It was obvious to her now that her mother had been well aware of the type of man she married, but Catherine Winthrop had loved him anyway. Would she still, if she had lived? Lisa could feel a touch of despair come over her and she shifted on her heels. Would the feds or whoever was investigating her father question him today? Multiple questions ran through her mind, causing the anxiety that she normally had during her working hours to return.

  “I can see we still have a lot of training to do and I look forward to the years ahead of us for just that,” Landon said, leaning against the doorframe. Lisa gasped, not believing she hadn’t heard the door open. Had she been that caught up in thought? Seeing the frown on his face, she had her answer. Lisa quickly averted her gaze to the brown comforter underneath her. “Owen, I’m thinking that we should start some of that training now. Her mind should be on one thing and one thing only—our pleasure.”

  Lisa bit her lip to keep the moan from escaping as she felt moisture leak from her pussy. She resisted the urge to see if it had dripped to the comforter. She saw Owen enter the room through her peripheral vision with something in his hand. It looked silver, but she couldn’t be sure.

  “I think you’re right, Landon. Hey, close the door, before the troublemakers get in.” Lisa heard the door shut. “I’m betting that she’s wondering what I have in my hand when she shouldn’t be thinking at all. She should be awaiting the pleasure that we are about to bestow on her body. Shall we show her?”

  “By all means.”

  “Princess, use the pillow against the headboard for support as you lay on your back. Landon will explain how the day is going to go as I bind you to the bed.” Lisa hurried to lie in position like he wanted, her heart racing at what they had in store for her. “Your ankle, please.”

  Lisa lifted her leg to his outstretched hand, which no longer held the item he had come in with. She knew that he was right and she should just be relishing in their touch and not worrying about what they may or may not do, but for some reason, she was having trouble shutting off her thoughts today. She knew that it had a lot to do with her father, but promised herself she would try harder to find that inner place of peace she found upon walking through their door every day. Monday and reality would arrive way too quickly.

  “We will be playing with your body, in some way, every minute of every hour throughout the day. This is so that we are sure your very being is solely concentrated on us.” Owen placed black fur-lined cuffs around her right ankle and wrist. Lisa found she was concentrating more on Landon’s words. Every minute? Her body immediately responded. “You are to clear your mind of everything except our touch. There are things that we will do to you that you have never experienced, and we will push your soft limits to see what you like and don’t like.”

  Owen pulled her right leg up and over, latching the cuff to a hook that was embedded into the headboard. A short few chain links attached to the same hook were then fastened to the cuff on her right wrist. Pushing her limits? Lisa felt short of breath at the promise. They weren’t suggesting it. They were telling her what was going to happen. As Owen walked around the bed to do the same to her left side, Lisa felt her face flush at the obvious sign of her arousal. There was no way they could miss the river that was now flowing out of her pussy.

  “Hmmm, I might have to have a taste of that sweet pussy.” Owen finished fastening her cuffs to the headboard. She was grateful that he had her place the pillow behind her head, as it gave her support. Her knees were now almost touching the headboard, and they would have, had he not separated her legs as far as they could go. She was now eye level with her pussy and would be able to see everything they were about to do to her cunt and ass. Lisa saw her plug move as a spasm went through her. “Such a beautiful view, isn’t it? Shall I show you how your ass accepts a bigger plug?”

  Lisa knew that she was expected to respond, yet she looked up into his blue eyes and had no answer. This was the most erotic and naughty thing they’d ever done to her, and she was trying to process her emotions. For a woman who hadn’t had the capability to come before
entering into the lifestyle, Lisa was astounded to find that with one swipe of his finger, she’d probably be set off like the Fourth of July.

  Thwack!

  “Ah!”

  Lisa cried out as Owen’s fingers slapped her pussy. Her clit swelled and sent shockwaves through her, affecting the plug that was within her line of vision. She tugged on her wrists to bring her hands down but had forgotten that she couldn’t. Owen climbed onto the bed, finally allowing her to see what he had brought into the room with him. It was another butt plug, but she didn’t see anything special about it. Plus, her mind was still trying to process that he’d smacked her pussy.

  “I asked you a question, princess. Your mind is still wandering in a million directions. The day is long. Wouldn’t you rather spend it soaking up the indulgence of our touch instead of thinking everything through to the smallest detail?”

  “Yes, Master,” Lisa whispered, knowing that’s exactly what she wanted. Unfortunately, besides being untied and walking out the front door, only to turn around and walk back in, she wasn’t sure she could get back to that state. “I want that.”

  “Good. Then let’s start with your tight, sweet ass and work our way from there. This,” Owen said, sitting on his knees in front of her and holding up a silver plug with some type of lock on the base, “is a steel locking anal plug. When I insert it into you, it will feel like every other plug you’ve experienced thus far. Once it is snug inside your anus, I will then remove this ring and press down on the base. It will open up its three petals, widening you to the point of feeling so intensely full, you’ll feel the need to come instantly. Will we let you?”

  “I–I’m not sure, Master,” Lisa murmured, his words arousing her further. She needed relief in the worst way. “May I come, Master?”

  “No.” Lisa’s eyes flew to Landon. He was leaning up against the bedpost, seemingly enjoying the view. “You’ll come when we are both inside of you. Obviously, Owen wants your ass while I get to enjoy your tight, moist pussy. Until then, your body will be prepared.”

  Did that mean they weren’t going to let her come all day long? Lisa shook her head in disagreement, not realizing she’d done so until Owen lifted his hand. She tried to pull away but was unable to move.

  Thwack!

  “Ahhh!”

  “Your clit is going to become rather sensitive if you don’t stop overanalyzing. If you allow yourself to shut off your thoughts and permit yourself to feel, you’ll find that being kept on edge all day will be euphoric. Shall we try?”

  Lisa knew that was a rhetorical question. They already had their minds made up that she was not to come until they were both inside of her this evening. She didn’t want to admit it, but the more Owen kept slapping her pussy, the farther away her thoughts were pushed. Her breathing became shallow when his hand reached for the small plug that was currently inserted in her anus.

  “Watch how your ass tries to keep a hold of your training device and feel how empty you become when it’s removed,” Owen murmured, his dimple disappearing in his concentration, as he seemed as enamored as she did.

  Owen took the base in between his large fingers and slowly pulled up until her sphincter gave way and eventually released its grip on her plug. She moaned as the fullness it had provided her slowly dissipated with the loss of the device. Lisa could see her tight ring pucker and release, wanting it back. She wanted it back but knew better than to ask.

  Landon walked over to their nightstand, opening the drawer and producing a tube of lube. He handed it to Owen and then took up his spot by the end of the bed, leaning up against the bedpost. Was he not going to participate?

  “This will feel cool for a bit, until your ass warms it up. Did you know that this locking device was called the Pear of Anguish? It was supposedly used in the olden days as a torture device.” Owen lathered lube on the seemingly normal looking plug, but Lisa couldn’t see the big deal with it. Pear of Anguish? For something so slim, it didn’t seem to be so bad. She changed her mind rather quickly when he removed some sort of ring and pressed a button. As he described, all three petals opened to reveal what looked like one of those claws in the machines that kept stuffed animals. He retracted them, placing the ring back on the base. “I will lock it into place and then hand you over to Landon. He’d like to try some orgasm denial training and would you happen to be aware that the metal this plug is made of will have no ill effects from the violet wand?”

  Lisa’s mind was overloading on the pleasure that she was going to endure today. On one hand, the time they were taking to dote on her made her feel cherished and loved. The other side of her wanted them to claim her body right now. Her entire focus was on the device that Owen had placed at the entrance of her anus. For him to lock such a toy into her would mean he had complete domination over her ass.

  She couldn’t suppress the groan that originated from her chest as he started to slide the bulb inside of her. The nerves around her dark ring were reawakening and spreading open to receive it. Lisa watched in fascination, feeling every inch of it glide past her sphincter.

  “This will be a different feeling than you are used to. You will feel unfathomably full to the point of wanting to come and that feeling will remain with you all day, regardless whether or not we touch your body.” She watched as Owen started to remove the ring. He was really going to lock this device inside of her. “I love knowing that I caused you to feel this way.”

  With that last statement, he pressed the button. Her eyes flew to Landon as the plug blossomed inside of her and caused her to cry out in a long guttural scream. She couldn’t help but jerk against her binds, wanting and needing immediate relief. Owen’s dimple had returned, and the devilish glint in his blue eyes finally made her realize that he truly knew what he’d done to her.

  She needed to come. Lisa looked back down at the base of the plug as Owen then secured some type of small lock to it. He’d actually fastened it to the point that it was inaccessible to her. She looked at Landon to see him watching her closely and then smile in approval. It was only then that she realized she hadn’t thought of anything other than what they were doing to her body.

  Owen leaned over her exposed pussy and kissed her, at the same time reaching up and unlatching her wrists and legs. “You be good for Landon. He’s taking you down to the playroom while I take care of some things. I’ll join you shortly.”

  Lisa carefully lowered her legs, not used to this feeling that he’d produced with the plug. He was absolutely right. No matter what position she was in, no matter how she placed her legs or shifted her hips, the massive fullness she felt didn’t go away.

  “Breathe through your pleasure, just as you breathed through the pain of your punishment,” Landon said, placing his hands around her waist as she unraveled herself to stand beside the bed. “Walk in front of me, so that I may enjoy the view of Owen’s new toy.”

  Lisa felt like she waddled in front of him, through the door and down the hallway. She tried to stroll gracefully down the stairs, but there was no getting around this intense ample sensitivity. She was surprised not to see any staff, but then thought maybe Owen and Landon had given them the weekend off. Hansel bounded down the steps after her, while Gretel was already on the bottom step looking bored.

  Lisa made her way down the lower hallway and down the steps of the playroom. She was surprised to find that where the table used to be now sat a piece of furniture that reminded her of a spider. Knowing that was where Landon wanted her, she walked over and turned to face him.

  “We had this custom-made out of wood, so that I could use the violet wand on your body. Situate yourself as if you were sitting, with your arms lined up against the armrests.”

  Lisa did as instructed, noticing that her back and thighs were what really kept her on the chair. Her pussy and ass didn’t touch anything. Landon went about strapping her arms to the thin boards, along with her waist, thighs, and ankles. He lowered the back just a tad and then made sure her thighs were sepa
rated as far as they would go. Her clit now felt like it was weighted down, the sensation causing her to want to come.

  Landon removed his shirt, allowing her to view his chest, which was lightly coated with brown hair. He was a vision in his masculinity, wearing only jeans. His bare feet were endearing yet sensual as his toes laid against the hardwood floor. She brought her gaze up to his dark eyes and felt the warmth of them surround her.

  “I had thought to use the ball gag, thinking it would take you too long to adjust today in shutting off your thoughts, but I’ve decided against it. I’m proud of you for walking down here, being strapped to my chair and about to receive my electricity, and not a thought or word has been expressed about what is being done. You have handed yourself over to us and are just experiencing our touch.”

  Lisa knew her eyes widened as she acknowledged his praise. She hadn’t even thought to ask for relief since walking out of the bedroom. They had taken her body to the state she craved, and now she wanted more yet knew that she was to hold herself still and take their caresses and strokes as they deemed necessary. Her body was theirs to do with as they wish.

  Landon had everything already set up, so with a flip of a switch, the violet wand came to life. This time, there was a clear glass tube in the shape of a fork. She watched with wide-open eyes as he brought it close to her body and ran it down her arm and then back up again. The warmth immediately soaked into her skin, and she closed her eyes to savor it. The tines were brought down over her breasts, and were then taken off of her nipple with a jolt. The searing shock that went through the tines and into her nipple was exhilarating.

  The fork caressed her abdomen. Lisa closed her eyes and did exactly what she was supposed to do—accept. The warmth flooded her skin, enveloping her and almost making it feel as if she were lying on a sun-soaked beach spread eagle on a towel positioned over the soft sand. She didn’t think there was a place on her body that he didn’t cover.