She waited and waited and finally started to worry. What was he was doing? Should she check on him? Should she leave? Or was this some kind of test? Thankfully, he walked back in before she’d had to make a decision.
“Open you shirt, little sub, I have something for you to wear.” He dangled a set of the nipple clamps he’d place in the basket earlier in his hand. There were out of their plastic packaging. Unbuttoning her shirt, she waited. He clamped one nipple and then moved to the other. She panted through the pressure. It wasn’t pain exactly, but rather a deep pressure. Her clit pulsed in response to the clamps like an invisible line that linked them. Mathew buttoned her shirt up over the clamps. He then got her to bend over, and he quickly inserted a pre-lubed butt plug in her ass.
“Okay, little sub, all done. Now let’s go home,” he said with a wicked grin.
“You’re leaving the nipple clamps on. Someone might see them under my shirt.”
“Then you’ll look like the horny little sub that you are. Won’t you?”
Mia felt the heat flood her face as she walked through the store toward the checkout counter. The clerk handed Mathew bags obviously containing their purchases, and they left the store. She was so thankful to be out of there that she almost ran toward the car. She could hear Mathew chuckling, and she wanted to slap him. But she also wanted to fuck him all at the same time, the cheeky bastard. They finally got to the car, and she breathed more easily.
“I can’t wait till Dylan sees those clamps.”
She squirmed on the seat all the way home. The clamps kept her mind on sex. They keep her attention on her body, most notably on her nipples, which, in turn, placed her focus on her clit. She couldn’t help from rubbing against the seat belt just to move the clamps a little, which set the chain reaction of awareness in motion.
“Little sub, are you getting a little bit horny? Do you need to come, little sub?” Mathew said, smiling knowingly.
“You know what this is doing to me, don’t you? Please, Sir, I need to come.”
“Wait, little sub. The anticipation will only make the pleasure better.”
She wanted to weep with relief when she saw the house. It wouldn’t be long now. Bounding out of the car, she ran into the house “We’re home,” she called as she entered the living room, finding Dylan and Peter curled up on the couch with the newspapers.
“I can see that, my pet.”
“She’s been needy all the way home,” Mathew told Dylan.
“Oh! Is my pet in need of release?”
“Little sub, strip and show your Master your new toys.”
She quickly removed her shirt and skirt. Before she could remove her shoes, Dylan stopped her.
“Look at that. Your jewelry looks so good. Maybe we should consider getting your nipples pierced.”
She paled. She really hated pain, and the thought of needles running through her nipples…ow!
“Don’t worry, my pet, all in good time.”
Dylan grabbed the chain linking the nipple clamps to each other and pulled it toward him. She quickly followed, as though latched. She moaned when he stopped pulling and dropped it when she was directly in front of him. “Show me the other toys your Master brought for you today.”
She turned round and bent over at the waist so Dylan would get a good look at the bright-pink but plug inserted in her ass.
“Look at that. It even has jewels encrusted in the end,” he said, tapping on it, which caused her to jump forward. Leaning over as she was, her breasts hung down, and the forward movement swung the clamps attached to her nipples, which made her moan at the sensation and her already-moist pussy began weeping in anticipation.
“Please, Masters.”
“Please what, my pet?”
“Please, Master, I need to come. I need. I need to be fucked.” Her body was heated so far that she was beyond pride, beyond caring about anything but pleasure.
“Because you asked so nicely, I’m willing to consider it. But only if you show your Masters how thankful you are for all your new jewelry and toys.”
“Don’t forget about the new clothing, too, little sub.”
Mia dropped to the floor and crawled to Dylan, reaching up and unzipping his pants. Releasing his hard cock, she took to it like a starving man to a juicy roast. Grabbing behind her, she grappled at Mathew, pulling him to stand beside Dylan. She worked on his pants. Once he was free, she used her hand to stroke him as she bobbed her head back and forth on Dylan. She then moved her mouth to Mathew, sucking and licking him while her hand worked on Dylan. Before long she had sucked them both dry, and they staggered back.
“I think that was appreciative enough. Stand up, my pet, and go up to our play room. My boy has been tied up all afternoon and would love for you to find release with him, so you may use him how you wish.” Mia jumped up and ran to the bedroom. She found Peter tied spread-eagle to the bed, his balls held tight in some kind of torture device, and a plug buried in his ass. He also had nipple clamps attached to his little buds, although his looked painful. There were also red marks across his chest and thighs.
“Are you all right?” she asked with concern. He moaned when he looked at her naked form. He didn’t look to be in pain, but in a state of pleasure. She walked over closer to him and noticed the cock ring. It was so tight on the base of his cock that it looked purple and was rock hard. She touched it lightly with her fingers. He jumped and moaned. A cheeky grin spread on her face.
“You can’t come with that on, can you?” she asked him.
“Not until Master releases me,” he moaned in reply as she rubbed his swollen, throbbing cock.
“Our Master just gave me permission to use you to pleasure myself however I wish. He didn’t tell me how many times I could do it, either.” His growl of frustration pleased her. Without further warning, she mounted his body and positioned herself over his tortured cock, sliding it into her dripping pussy. She groaned at finally being filled to perfection. Yes, it was a little mean to be using him knowing he couldn’t find his own release, but she was so desperate to come. She licked her fingers and moved them down to her clit, rubbing in slow circles as she rode Peter. Glancing quickly at Peter’s face, she noticed him staring at her with rapt attention and a tortured look on his face as he started flexing up off the bed and burying himself further inside her. Her clit started to throb, and she knew she was close. Using her other hand, she tugged on the chain holding the clamps in place and screamed as her body clamped down to signal her release. She fell down on Peter’s chest, panting.
“Well done, little sub,” Mathew whispered.
She turned her head to see both Dylan and Mathew standing at the doorway.
“You have a choice, my pet. You can use Peter again to find release yourself. Or you’ll be allowed to suck his cock till he finds the release he’s been tortured from not having all afternoon. The choice is yours.” She looked down into Peter’s pleading eyes. She couldn’t torture her best friend.
“Please, Master, may I suck his cock?”
“Very good, my pet. You’re learning.”
She was no idiot. If she’d told them she chose to suck his cock, they would both have been punished. She watched, fascinated as Mathew started to remove the devices from Peter’s balls and cock. He groaned when he was finally released. She started out slowly, licking his cock and balls until they turned a natural, healthy pink, although the head of his cock remained a deep purple. She sucked him in as deep as possible, holding his hips as he jerked and moved in a frenzied rhythm. Whatever Dylan had done to him obviously had made him ten times more sensitive. Before long, he was jetting his load into her mouth. If this was the start, she couldn’t wait until the rest of the toys came out to play tonight.
* * * *
Dylan sat at his desk and through his open door he could see Mia working away outside. The last few weeks had been fantastic. She was taking to the lifestyle so quickly that he decided she was a natural. She was a wanton seductress hid
ing in prim little suits. She was a natural submissive that had been sitting right in front of him for years. Even better for them all was the fact that she was actually turned on by watching male on male action. The ringing of his cell phone distracted him from his work.
“Hello?”
“Dylan, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks, and I’m guessing it’s Mia that’s been keeping you guys busy. Hey?” Craig said with a jolly tone.
Dylan smiled. He would have been angry at Craig normally. But with Mia keeping them all so busy and sated, nothing really bothered him too much anymore.
“Yes, she’s a little firecracker, but a lovely one at that,” he replied.
“So when are you bringing her to the club? Of course you know her application was approved. With her being with you boys, she won’t have to take part in the trial night.”
“Yes, well, I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet.”
“What? You boys are planning on coming without her? I wouldn’t recommend that.”
“No, we, um…”
“Grace has been asking about Peter. You know how close they have become.”
“Yeah, I know. I also know we can’t come without Mia…but, well…”
“Let me guess. You’re worried that some other Dom is going to spirit her away from you all.”
“No, Mia’s ours. No one will ever touch her.” He growled, meaning every word. Mia was theirs and only theirs. He heard Craig snicker over the phone and grimaced.
“So should I pencil you in for a permanent collaring ceremony? Or will you be doing what Michael and Jason did with Grace and do it after the wedding?”
“What?” He was shocked that Craig would automatically think of them marrying Mia. But somehow the thought didn’t frighten him at all. Maybe. He didn’t know. It was all still too soon to think thoughts like that. They needed to focus on right now, not tomorrow.
“Fine, we’ll bring her to the club. How does tomorrow night sound?” he said reluctantly.
Not that he needed to ask. But if he didn’t get Craig under control, he would go straight to Mia. She did apply to him directly, after all, and it really was a favor that he’d called him first.
“I can’t wait to see you all,” Craig said before ending the call.
Dylan pressed end then threw his cell phone onto his desk so hard it bounced off onto the floor. He was frustrated at being pushed by Craig, and as any Dom knew, Doms didn’t like to be pushed. It was his decision, the timetable of their relationship and her training. Was he hiding her? Was he protecting her too much? Part of him couldn’t wait to show her off to everyone at the club. He wanted to show them all his pet. He needed to get Mia in the right frame of mind first, and he had just the idea.
Chapter Fifteen
The morning had been so busy she hadn’t seen the message waiting in her inbox until eleven o’clock. Then she wished she hadn’t seen it until five minutes before twelve. Dylan requested in the e-mail that she attend a meeting in the boardroom at twelve o’clock and not to be late. Her panties were wet just thinking about all the fantasies she’d had over the past two and a half years that she could finally get to play out, her favorite being that she was the buffet and all three of her boys were feasting off of her.
She walked into the boardroom at precisely midday with a chill of excitement running down her spine. Would she be finally able to participate in a lunchtime sex-a-thon? God, she hoped so. Dylan was sitting at the head of the table. At his right was Mathew, and on his left sat Peter. They all had such serious expressions on their faces. It didn’t look like lunchtime sex was on the agenda.
“Mia, my dear, it’s time that we talked about your visit to a special club recently,” Dylan said, staring straight at her.
Mia felt the blood drain from her face, and she looked down at her feet in the vain hope that a hole would magically open and take her away to some other place. Granted, Alice in Wonderland didn’t really go to a nice place. But hey, it would beat having to talk about this. Play dumb. That always seemed to work for bimbo idiots in the movies.
“What club would that be?”
“Really, are you going down that path, Mia?” Mathew asked, looking at her and shaking his head with disappointment.
“You are aware that Craig Blackwell is a very good friend of ours, Mia.”
Shit, shit, and double shit! She knew they were members of the Locks and Chains club. That was how she’d found out about it in the first place. But being friends with the owner was, well, more than she’d realized. Shit, she was sunk.
“You can’t be angry at me for trying to join. It’s not like we were together at the time. And, well, I haven’t even been accepted as a full member yet or had my trial night.”
“Well, my dear, that’s where you’re wrong. You’ve been accepted under our membership as our submissive. And tonight we’re going to show you the full features of the club.”
Her excitement at hearing that they would be taking her to the club was tainted by a thread of fear at the way Dylan said full features. Were they going to play with her in the club in front of others? Was she ready to participate in all the facets of the BDSM lifestyle?
“But right now we have some business to attend to.”
She turned a quizzical look toward Dylan.
“For not coming to your Masters with your desires, and for trying to go behind our backs to join the club, not to mention for even thinking of letting another Dom touch what is ours you will be punished with a spanking. I think ten swats to start with.”
“Now hold on a second. I thought you were all gay. And, well, I didn’t know you would all be my Masters.”
She suddenly stopped her rant when what Dylan had said sunk into her brain. He was going to spank her. Well, she’d been fantasizing about a sex-a-thon, and a spanking excited her so god damn much. Hey! It might have been unjust, and she may not deserve the punishment, but she really wanted to play. So there really was only one reply to give him, in all honesty.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, my pet, now strip and lay over my legs,” Dylan said, pushing away from the table to allow her space.
All three men just looked at her, waiting. Sucking in a calming breath, she pushed down her embarrassment. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen her naked before. Although, standing here in the office where anyone could walk in seemed different somehow. Why did that thought turn her on even more? Really, her boys were turning her into a kinky tramp. Taking of her shirt and draping in over the back of the chair in front of her, she began working on the buttons and zipper of her skirt.
“For your tardiness, you’ve just earned another five swats,” Dylan ordered.
Looking up, she realized how serious he was about this. So, almost ripping her skirt in her haste to get out of it, she stood in front of him in her underwear.
Mathew and Peter both chuckled.
“Well, that sorted her out.” Mathew laughed.
She cursed as the back latches of her bra caught, and she fumbled trying to remove it.
“My boy, go help out pet. It seems, under the threat of further punishment, she’s gotten herself caught.”
Mia watched as Peter stood and moved toward her, and she wanted to cry in relief. Her hands were shaking so much, and she felt so stupid.
“Don’t worry, my love,” Peter whispered in her ear.
He moved behind her, untangling her bra, and then let it fall toward her arms. He then kissed her shoulder and again whispered in her ear.
“You know our Masters would never do anything to hurt you. Sting you, maybe. But your health and happiness is always the most important thing to them.”
A wave of calm washed over her. He was right. They wouldn’t hurt her. Why was she so worried? She finally stood naked in front of the three dressed men, waiting for their next command. Dylan raised his eyebrows, and she realized he’d already given one, so she walked toward him, hoping she didn’t look silly as she tried to
drape herself over his legs. In her erotica books it sounded so graceful, but when she tried it, she felt clumsy and awkward at best. She felt Dylan’s hands rubbing her ass cheeks, and so she settled into a more comfortable position waiting for what was to come next.
“Now, my pet, you are going to count and thank me after every swat. If not, it won’t count toward your total.”
“Yes, Master,” she dutifully answered. She jolted with the first smack. The sting radiating from her left ass cheek. “One, thank you, Master.” Smack. “Two, thank you, Master.” Smack. “Three, thank you, Master.” This wasn’t the erotic spanking she’d thought she was going to get. After ten, her ass was on fire. Heat was radiating everywhere, and tears dripped from her face as she sniffled.
“My poor little pet, did you think you’d enjoy a punishment spanking?” Dylan cooed to her.
She felt Dylan’s hand rubbing her ass cheek and then running down and through her slit. And she felt herself starting to moisten on his fingers.
“My boy, come here and give our pet some tongue action before we continue.”
Peter dropped to the floor and crawled toward her. She felt his tongue taking a long swipe through her slit, and then it thrust inside her. She moaned as he licked her from clit to anus and back. She tried to raise herself up to get his tongue into contact with her clit. She so desperately wanted to come to ease the burning of her ass.
“Mathew, get the toy bag. I want to plug our pet up and then finish her punishment.”
She wanted to scream in frustration. Dylan held her hips down so she couldn’t get Peter’s tongue into contact with her clit that throbbed in need. She felt the butt plug press against her anus.
“Breathe deep, my pet.”
She took a breath and tried to loosen her muscles, while Peter still worked his tongue on her. She felt the pressure and push of the plug as it breached her ass. It got larger and larger, stretching her until finally it got smaller, seating itself inside her.
“There, my pet, all ready to continue,” Dylan proudly announced.
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