BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  I adjust the scalloped top of one fishnet stocking, take a final look at my stacked, shiny stilettos. My corset is a ruby satin number that clings to my curves. A cameo embedded in a ruffled, black collar finishes off my ensemble. A gift from Sawyer and Isaiah to celebrate my first scene in front of an audience.

  A knock comes to the door and my heart jumps in my throat. I manage a shaky, “Almost ready.”

  Isaiah enters, looking like pure sin in leather. His tight black pants cling to his muscular thighs and the impressive bulge beneath the zipper. He wears black boots with a thick sole and his sculpted, hairless chest is bare and gleaming.

  “You look amazing,” he tells me, his voice already thickened by desire.

  Heat creeps up my neck and floods my face. I cast my gaze to the floor as I stand and present myself to him. “Thank you, sir.”

  “Sawyer’s waiting downstairs with our guests.” He offers me his hand. “Time to perform, mistress.”

  I nod and let my small palm slip into his massive one. My fingers are lost in his huge grip as he guides me to the door. Blood pounds in my ears and my breathing grows rapid as we walk down the hall and down the stairs. But I bring my frantic heart and shallow breath under control as my doms have taught me. I chant I can do this. I will not disappoint them, to myself as we near the dungeon.

  The dungeon is as big as my brother and sister-in-law’s old apartment, so there is plenty of room for the twelve guest who now sit on cushioned, high backed chairs, waiting for the show to begin. They are dressed as if they are attending a masquerade, but I recognize the outfits as BDSM attire. Feathered masks and plain leather ones hide my spectators’ true identities. They are clad in leather pants and corsets. Some wear latex. Anxiety threatens to strangle me as I look at them, but then Sawyer joins me and Isaiah and whispers words of comfort in my ear, quelling my nerves.

  The two men lead me to an apparatus that reminds me of the silver metal frame I saw in the BDSM videos I watched yesterday. The one a blonde sub was bound to, writhing in ecstasy as she took her dom’s sexual torment. It’s like a giant, gleaming loom, and silver chains trail out of holes in the bottom and top of the frame. At the end of these chains are leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles.

  Isaiah places my ankles into these straps and binds them tight, while Sawyer places my wrists into the tethers at the top and ties me in. I’m spread eagle and suspended at the center of the frame in nothing but my corset, stockings, and tiny lace thong. On display for all of my audience to see.

  When I scan their faces, my vision goes blurry and the room spins. Embarrassment sears my skin. I close my eyes and suck in deep breaths to calm myself. Over and over I repeat, It’s just a game. As my doms have taught me, I work to achieve a meditative state, readying myself for the scene we’re about to enact.

  “Ladies and gentlemen of Surrender,” Isaiah’s deep voice booms out, raising goose bumps on my skin. “Tonight we officially present our new submissive, Mistress M, to her first audience.”

  Applause rise up from the small crowd and I nearly choke on a sudden surge of fear. But I push it deep down inside of me and gather up all my courage. I remember my brother and how much this job’s generous wage helps him and his family. I remember all the lessons with my doms and the primal sensuality in their touches, their torment. They’ve taken me to heights of pleasure I’ve never imagined already. I have to trust them, and I do. Tonight, I know they’ll deliver sublime pleasure to my body, and despite my complete vulnerability and humiliation at such exposure, I know I’ll enjoy what they do to me.

  “Mistress M will exhibit her excellent control through a series of orgasm denial exercises,” Sawyer now addresses the crowd. “When she reacts without our permission, there will be punishment.” He holds up a bullwhip for me and the crowd to see. The crooked smile he casts my way sends a shiver up my spine.

  Isaiah then wheels a metal tray filled with lotions forward. He plucks one bottle from the selection and squeezes some of the pinkish gel in his hands. As he rubs his bear-like palms together, he approaches me.

  “This will heat up when rubbed into your skin and cause an intense tingling.”

  He yanks down my corset then slathers the gel over my nipples and breasts, plucking at the rosy tips until I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. His expression becomes one of pure pleasure as he lingers at my hardening nipples, plucking and teasing, rolling them between his thumb and finger as he works the lotion in. Heat starts to bloom in these erect tips, spreading out through my aureoles, making them pucker even more.

  My nipples grow so hard they ache, and a slow burn spreads through my thighs, slithering into my sex where a delicious tingle begins to spread. I want his lips on the taut tips, want his tongue to curl around them and tease. But he denies me this, moving his slick hands farther down my body, caressing the curve of my ribs, the plane of my stomach. The throbbing in my pussy grows stronger as his hands draw nearer.

  He rips away my panties then uses his thumb to rub this sensation oil into my swelling clit. The heat is instantaneous, and the tingling becomes a searing lust that makes me buck my hips forward boldly.

  His touch leaves me. “You aren’t supposed to react without our permission,” he growls. “There will be punishment, mistress.”

  There is a loud crack and the bullwhip licks across my ass. I cry out, despite the warning against reaction without permission. The dom behind me whispers in my ear, “Another reaction means another lashing.”

  There is a sibilant hiss as the whip sails through the air once more then connects with my butt. This time I grit my teeth and internalize the pain, letting it melt into my muscles and mingle with the sublime sensations still filling my groin.

  “Much better, mistress.” The dom in front leans forward and sweeps his lips over mine. “You will learn control in all situations.”

  I’m angry and humiliated, but I keep these emotions inside, letting them fade away as I remember this is all part of the game. Breathing deeply, I work my way back into a meditative state.

  His hands return to my sex, and now the dom behind me also rubs a fragrant oil into my shoulders then over my burning ass cheeks. A sigh tries to escape, but I bite my lips to stop it. The massage, front and back, releases the tension from my muscles and I once more relax.

  The dom behind me spreads my ass cheeks and applies the oil to my crack. His slick fingers slide inside me and curl, while the dom in front of me continues to work my clit in slow circles. It’s sheer torture not to cry out, to moan in ecstasy, but I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure internally. This intense bliss nearly shatters me.

  A humming breaks through my daze. I open my eyes as vibration moves through my buttocks. Behind me, my dom presses an anal plug against my crack. He slides the toy up and down, making my sex pulse stronger still. As he slips the toy into my anus, the dom at my front slides fingers in my cunt, still using his thumb to stroke my aching clit.

  Sweat now beads my brow from the exertion of holding off any reaction. The rhythm of his stroking fingers matches that of the toy buzzing inside me. My hips want to rock and a moan tickles the back of my throat, but I squeeze my eyes shut tight and will my body to be still, my mouth to be silent.

  Then the dom in front of me presses another vibrating toy against my inner thigh. It moves upward ever so slowly and I swallow hard. He glides it between my wet lips, still stroking my clit with his thumb as he does so. When he nudges the tiny, egg-shaped vibrator inside of me, I lose it. A loud moan escapes me and my hips rock back and forth.

  All sensation stops. The crowd murmurs and my face heats with shame. My body sags in disappointment.

  Whack! The whip kisses my ass again and I rock forward from the force of the blow, but I do not react. I bite my lip until I taste blood as the dom behind me delivers three more lashes.

  “Have you learned your lesson, mistress?” the dom in front of me purrs. “Will you react again without permission.”

  “Y
es, sir,” I pant. “No, sir.”

  He gets to his knees and licks the length of my wet slit, then grinds his tongue into my clit. Then he looks up at me, his face shadowed with lust. “Good girl.”

  They torture me a while longer and the crowd cheers them on. Finally they give me permission to react, but not to come. Not yet.

  “You’ll come when we fuck you,” the dom behind me says, sending a shiver of want up my spine. I need their cocks buried deep inside me.

  My wish is granted moments later. Condom wrappers crinkle and rip open. Then a steely, hot cock caresses between my slick folds, while another glides over my ass. I know what is about to happen and my heart kicks it up to a Jack rabbit pace. I’ve only had both of them inside of me once before, when we were practicing for this very night. They were gentle and careful with entry. Though it hurt at first, they made sure I was well lubricated and the pleasure soon followed. I ejaculated for the first time that night. The orgasm broke me apart inside and out. Now I anticipate the same results, and I lick my lips, hungry for the intense release.

  A thick, long cock nudges its way inside my pussy and my walls close tightly around it. I lose myself in the sublime friction that quickly builds as his plump glans caresses my g-spot.

  “You may moan, scream, do whatever you like, mistress,” he tells me as he fucks me. “But you can’t come yet.”

  I nod and let out a low, long groan. The dom behind me tilts my hips and parts my buttocks with his plump cock. He’s lubed me up well with the lotion and his penis glides in easily. Slowly, he inches more of himself inside me until I’m full of them both. I feel complete, desired, wanton, and I rock back and forth, greedy to take all they have to give.

  The dom at my front presses the tiny egg vibrator he’s taken from inside me against my clit. He rubs it into the throbbing nub while he thrusts in and out in long, deep strokes. The dom behind me adds a light slap to my ass every now and again while he pumps in and out of my ass. I whimper and writhe between them now, so very eager to come.

  “Please,” I beg, unable to hold off any longer. “Please let me come, sir.”

  The dom in front of me kisses me deep, claiming my mouth as he claims my body. “All right, mistress, you may come now. Give our audience a good show.”

  I let myself completely go, absorbing all the wonderful sensation their cocks, lips, and hands have to give. The pleasing pressure building deep inside of me bursts, sending searing ecstasy shooting through my every muscle and nerve. I scream as the orgasm takes me over and leaves me shivering and shaking between my two lovers. As the one in front pulls out, I ejaculate all over his chest and lower abdomen.

  “You are so damn sexy,” he growls before he claims my mouth once more, nipping my lips before his tongue plunges deep inside.

  The crowd erupts in applause and pride swells in my heart. I’ve pleased my audience and my doms. And, in turn, I’m pleased with myself.

  ***

  “Come push me on the swing.” Marta beams as she runs up to me, Sawyer, and Isaiah.

  Jaden and Shanae are out in the open field area of the park playing ball.

  Sawyer takes the little girl’s hand. “I’ll come push you.”

  She lets out a high pitched, “Okay,” and tugs her second dad off toward the swing sets.

  I smile after them, and out the corner of my eye I catch Isaiah grinning in their direction, too.

  “You must be very proud of them all,” I say. “They’re great kids.”

  He turns his smile on me and almost appears humbled by my words. “I am. I wish Rachel could see them now. She’d be amazed by the kids. She used to teach them along with Sawyer. They always had the patience when it came to our children. I’m better in boardrooms.”

  I chuckle. “You do great with them, though. I’ve never seen you lose your temper.”

  “Sawyer helps ground me. I swear I’d lose my mind if it wasn’t for that man. That and knowing the kids have two great teachers keeps me calm.”

  I blush at his compliment.

  “You have a way with them,” he continues, pinning me with those intense eyes. “Like Sawyer and Rachel. You’re a natural with children, Maya.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Would you like some of your own one day?”

  My eyes widen as I look at him. I swallow, chew on my words carefully, wondering what he’ll think of my stance on children. Then I decide to just blurt it out. “I’d like to adopt one day. There are so many kids in this world who need a good home. I know what it’s like to lose your parents when you’re young. It was so hard on my brother helping my dad raise me, and then helping me after Dad died. Guess I’m weird, but having a biological child is less important to me when there are so many kids out there who just wish they had loving parents.”

  He stares at me and I try to gauge his reaction to my words. Does he think I’m nuts? A lot of people can’t wrap their head around my opinion on kids. Why wouldn’t I want one of my very own? they wonder. The way I’ve always seen it is an adopted child is as much my own as a biological offspring would be. The only difference is shared DNA.

  He nods finally and looks out to where the children play. “Sawyer and I have met someone…”

  His words skewer my heart, but I try not to show my disappointment. And I try to deny the feelings I have for both men. Feelings wandering closer to love territory. The realization almost makes me cry, but I choke back those tears and bluff strength and listen.

  “I’d like the children to have a mother again. I know they miss Rachel. This woman is perfect. The children adore her and so do we. What do you think, Maya? About polyamorous relationships, that is? Are you for or against the idea?”

  Those aquamarine eyes pin me again. I want to beg him not to fire me, want to demand to know when he and Sawyer met this other woman, but I calm my emotions and keep a cool head. “I think it’s great. If everyone is consensual and happy, the kids are happy, why not? Humans try to define love too narrowly, I think. Love is a lot more fluid than we realize.”

  He smiles then. A wide smile filled with white teeth that shows I’ve pleased him. My heart is in conflict. On one hand I’m glad I’ve pleased him, on the other I’m heartbroken I’ll soon be leaving them all. With a new wife coming into the picture, I’m sure they won’t need me as a nanny or submissive anymore. The new spouse will surely take up these roles, just as Rachel once did.

  “Thank you, Maya,” he says, taking my hand and caressing it. “You’ve made me very happy.”

  I feign a smile, but I can’t hold back the hurt much longer. So I gently pull away from him and make an excuse to join Sawyer and the children out on the playground. My head swirls with worry and hurt. What will I do for employment now, and how will I pay all the bills for myself, my brother, and the mortgage on his new house? Ethan warned me not to let my heart get involved, but like a stupid fool I have. I’m in love with this family I’ll soon be forced to leave.

  As I walk briskly toward the swings, I choke back a sob.

  ***

  “Where are we?” I say, itching to take off the blindfold Ethan and Tom have insisted I wear. “I’m dying here.”

  Tom lets out a deep chuckle from the passenger seat in front of me. “Ten more minutes. Don’t you dare take that blindfold off!”

  Ethan turns another corner and I hold onto the backseat as the sharp curve makes me lean. Ethan grabbed me after class and said he had a big surprise for me. Moments later, his boyfriend Tom drove up and I was blindfolded before they ushered me into the backseat of their Kia. The suspense is killing me. We’ve been driving for fifteen minutes.

  “You think you’re dying now,” Ethan says. “Wait until you find out what the surprise is.”

  “You’re both evil teases!” My hand plucks at the side of the blindfold.

  A few minutes later the car stops. Doors slam shut and then mine opens. One of my friends takes my hand and leads me out of the backseat, but I’m still not allowed to take the s
carf from my eyes. They guide me up a paved pathway and into a door. Finally the blindfold is peeled away to reveal a dark room. I’m just about to ask “What gives?” when the lights flare on and a crowd of people yell:

  “Surprise!”

  We’re at my brother’s new house. He and Patty and Josh stand at the front of a small group of our friends, and my brother is grinning from ear to ear.

  He walks forward. His steps are sure and fluid and he’s not using his cane today. The medication and treatments seem to be helping. He looks like the brother I always knew in this moment.

  “Remember how I said Patty and I would pay you back?” He stops right in front of me.

  “Yeah, but you don’t have to—”

  He holds up a hand to silence me. “We’ll be paying you back sooner than I thought.” He looks behind him and gestures for a very pregnant Patty and Josh to join him. “You won’t believe this, but … we won the lottery. 8 million dollars on Lotto 849, Maya. More than enough to take care of us and give back what you gave us.”

  My mouth drops open and words fail me. At first, I’m sure this is a joke, but then he shows me the proof, telling me the local news station will be doing a story on him and Patty and the big win this weekend. I can’t believe their good luck, our good luck. It seems like things have finally turned around for all of us. Miracles landed in our laps when we least expected them.

  I throw my arms around Xander and hug him tightly. “I’m so happy for you! Couldn’t happen to a nicer family.”

  “Now you can focus on school, quit that job if you want. No more worrying about money.” My brother beams.

  I just smile back, thinking about the conversation with Isaiah in the park yesterday. There’s another woman, and soon she’ll be taking my place. At least I don’t have to worry about finances when my job is done. But my heart? That’s another story altogether. Looks like for every miracle gained, there’s something someone has to sacrifice.

  ***

  I’ve just finished up an English class with Shanae when Isaiah comes in the room.