Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Sara Kingston

  “My boy, stop and suck on Mathew’s cock as our pet finishes her punishment.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She groaned as Peter moved away from her. This was so unfair. Smack. “Eleven. Thank you, Master.” Smack. “Twelve. Thank you, Master.” She wept with relief when the final swat came. Her ass was so sore she didn’t think she’d be able to sit down for a week. As Dylan’s fingers again slid through her slit, she was shocked to feel how wet she was. His fingers traced her labia and circled her clit over and over again. Her bud shivered with pleasure as she thrust herself against his hand, trying to get more contact.

  “Pet, get up onto the table,” Dylan commanded.

  “Please, Master, please. I need to come. I need it more than I need air to breathe,” she begged.

  “On the table now, pet. Or I won’t allow you to come at all today. I’ll also give you another ten swats as punishment.”

  Mia fell to the floor in her rush to get up.

  “Careful, pet.”

  Dylan helped her up onto the boardroom table, spreading her legs wide and pulling her to the edge. He bent her knees out so that her legs were spread as wide as possible.

  “Mathew, my boy, take a breast.”

  Mia watched with half-lidded eyes as they moved to either side of her and latched onto her breasts, each taking a swollen nipple into their mouths, sucking and biting. She writhed in pleasure and then screamed as Dylan latched onto her clit and sucked. Releasing her clit, he licked and sucked, eating her pussy and then delving inside to lick her walls with his strong tongue. He moved back to circle her clit with his tongue as he inserted a finger inside, pushing against the plug in her ass. He took her clit between his teeth as he inserted a second finger, fucking her with them faster and faster, always hitting the plug on the inward thrust. This was giving her the sensation of double penetration. He closed his teeth, biting on her clit, and she arched her back, her muscle tensed solid, and then let go. White light flashed before her eyes as she panted, moaned, and screamed. Her muscle clenched over and over again, the pleasure so great it bordered on pain.

  “Peter, take her pussy.”

  Barely coherent, she felt Peter enter her. Fuck! Dazed, she looked over and saw Mathew behind Peter and Dylan behind Mathew. Like some kind of daisy chain. She heard the groans as they all entered each other asses. She’d had no idea how much time had passed. Peter’s thrusts had become harder, more brutal. Her still-stinging ass rubbed against the table, and she fully opened her eyes to see the erotic conga line of thrusting cocks. Part of her wanted to laugh at the thought. The other part was focused on her pleasure. She would laugh later. Over and over, Dylan thrust into Mathew, who in turn thrust into Peter, who thrust into her.

  “Master, I can’t hold on,” Peter hollered.

  “My boy, you can come when she does,” Dylan answered.

  Peter rubbed a finger against her clit, desperate to make her come. She didn’t think her body would be able to find release so quickly after her last one. But looking again at the erotic sight of her boys all fucking each other, she felt the telltale building of pleasure. Before she could take another breath, she screamed and pulsed. Almost immediately, Peter pumped his seed into her, followed shortly by Mathew and, finally, Dylan. They all fell toward each other, panting and moaning, trying to pull themselves back together. Dylan and Mathew both pulled out and used tissues to take their condoms off. She was amazed. She didn’t even notice that they had put them on. After everyone stuffed themselves back in and zipped up, they all looked down at her still spread-eagled on the table. “Well, my dear, what did you think of your first sex-a-thon?”

  “Can we do it again tomorrow?” She laughed.

  “Come on, pet. We need to get you sorted and back to work. We have a big night planned.”

  As she rose from the table, both Peter and Mathew helped her back into her clothes and discreetly used tissue to wipe away Peter’s deposit. “What’s happening tonight?”

  “Tonight, my dear, we’re going to the Locks and Chains club.”

  She had forgotten, with all the mind-blowing sex, the first things Dylan had said when she’d entered the boardroom. “Okay,” she replied, a bit doubtful.

  “Don’t worry, my pet. You’re going to love it,” Mathew said, kissing her lips in an affectionate peck. “Just remember. We are your only Master. No playing with others.”

  As if she could possibly take on any more. Dylan didn’t look away, obviously waiting for a response.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good, now get back to work. This company doesn’t run itself.”

  As she left the boardroom, she felt as though she’d just attended some coming–of-age ritual. Finally, after all those years of listening to them in the boardroom and fantasying about them, she had finally done it. She had finally become a part of their lives, their fun, and hopefully, their hearts. She realized she’d loved them all these years. Her mind had wanted them, and her heart had dreamed of them. And now her body was owned by them. Hell, they owned her soul, too. Imagining a life without them was so bleak and so painful she just couldn’t do it. They would love her just as much as she loved them. They had to, because she could never live without them.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “My pet, here’s your outfit for tonight,” Dylan said, handing her a hanger which contained a pink satin-and-lace corset and a black miniskirt. Looking at the outfit as she began to dress, she realized they’d forgotten to include panties and shoes.

  “There’s no underwear or shoes. Did you forget, Master?”

  “No, my pet, we didn’t forget. You won’t be wearing any tonight.”

  “But this skirt, it’s so short.”

  “Are you questioning your Master?”

  “No, of course not, Master.” As she was dressing, she so wanted to ask him to keep the zip open on his pants and for him not to wear any underwear either so as his cock would be able to slip right out of his pants if he stepped the wrong way. Realizing she would just end up getting a spanking if she did, and, as her ass was still sore from Master’s lunchtime efforts, she decided to keep her mouth shut tight. Struggling with the hooks at the front of the corset, Peter took pity on her and helped with the tiny silver clasps. Then he tightened the laces at the back and turned her round to the mirror. Looking at herself, she had to admire the image in front of her. The corset pulled in her waist and gave her an hourglass figure that she normally didn’t have. Her breasts were pushed up and on offer, but yet were covered. It was a tiny bit snug, and she wondered how she’d breathe for an extended length of time. But all in all, it made that little bit of discomfort worth it. She looked amazing and felt sexy as hell. In fact, she’d never felt as attractive in her life. With her hair brushed to a silken sheen down her back, and the clothes making her body look fantastic, she felt like a different person. For the first time in her life, she actually thought she was beautiful and sexy. She now realized what the boys meant when they said her body shape was actually what men desired. The images in magazines weren’t what turned them on. It was the sight of a sexy woman with curves they could grab hold of. She now realized she was one of those women.

  “Come on, you two. It’s time to go.”

  “Quick, Peter, you need to get ready. You know Master doesn’t like to wait.”

  “What do you mean? I’m dressed.”

  Mia looked at him dressed in only in a pair of black boxer briefs. Actually they were spandex shorts like the shorts pushbike riders wore, only a lot shorter. He was also barefoot.

  “You don’t get to wear anything else?” All of a sudden she was thankful for the skirt and corset. Yes, she didn’t get to wear panties under it. But at least she had more skin covered than Peter.

  “Of course. Dylan will put our collars on himself,” he replied.

  Peter must have seen the shock on her face.

  “I think tonight’s going to be a big eye opener for you.” He chuckled and then gave her a saucy wink.


  “I agree.” Both Mathew and Dylan wore black leather pants. Dylan had a long-sleeve, black, button-up shirt, and Mathew wore a tight, dark-blue, short-sleeved one. Peter then knelt in front of Dylan and Mathew, and she followed his lead.

  “My pet, my boy, tonight you shall be wearing your play collars,” he said, buckling a soft, pink leather collar that matched her corset around her neck. Mathew then clipped a pink leather lead to the collar. Peter’s discreet platinum chain was removed and replaced with a thick, black leather collar. Dylan clipped a black leather lead that was mostly chain to his collar.

  “Let’s go play,” Dylan declared.

  * * * *

  As they walked into the club, she was surprised how tight security was. Everyone had to hand over their membership card, which was swiped into a reader. Their faces were checked against their record of membership. Even though the security personnel knew of all her Masters, they still had to follow the procedure.

  “And this must be sub Mia. Mr. Blackwell has informed us of her membership status. You’re all free to enter,” the security guy said.

  The club was full. She now understood what Peter was trying to tell her about the clothing. There were woman wearing lacy bras and panties and sexy teddies. People were wearing all manner of clothing right up to full fetish gear. She even saw a guy covered from head to foot in latex. But what shocked her the most, although she tried not to show it, was how many people were naked. She would’ve told anyone she wasn’t a prude, but obviously she was more of one than she’d thought. Compared to the majority of the people, she was overdressed. When she and Peter were led into the club on their leads, she’d thought people would stare and snicker at them. No one took any particular notice. Yes, there were people who looked their way, but, realizing they knew the three men and that they were friends, they continued on with what they were doing. Dylan pulled at her lead, forcing her to follow him to a seating area in one corner of the club. He acknowledged a group of people sitting at a table as he walked up.

  “Good evening, gentlemen and lady.”

  “Good evening, Master Dylan. Craig’s told us you would be bringing your Mia tonight. We just didn’t believe him. Fancy you finally capturing your little receptionist,” the man said with a smile.

  “Mistress Karen, I would like you to meet sub Mia. Pet, this is Mistress Karen.”

  “My, what a beautiful dear. You’re a very lucky man, Dylan.”

  “Sub Mia, this is Master Frank, Master Scott, and, of course, you know Master Craig.” Mia just nodded to all of them. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to talk, so she decided not to. She also didn’t know what to say. They all greeted Mathew as well but didn’t acknowledge Peter.

  “Join us.”

  Dylan took the last available seat and directed Mathew to get one of the spare chairs from the table behind them. Mathew dropped Peter’s lead so he could get cushions for himself and Mia without being asked. Once the pillows were positioned at his feet, Dylan pointed down to one.

  “Sit, my pet.”

  She saw him watch her as she kneeled on the cushion and moved around, trying to get comfortable. Peter dropped to his cushion with ease, folding his legs under him all in the same movement. If she was going to be expected to sit on cushions at the club, then a few lessons from Peter on how to do it so gracefully would be in order, she thought.

  “Good boy,” he exclaimed and rubbed Peter’s head affectionately.

  * * * *

  Dylan only half paid attention to the conversation around the table. Most of his attention was directed to his pet and boy at his feet. He felt a pang of regret that he hadn’t spent as much time as he normally did with Mathew. Was Mathew unhappy with the changes? Looking over at Mathew, he watched him as he smiled and laughed with the other Doms at the table. He didn’t look as though he was suffering. Mathew turned his head and looked at him for a second. They stared into each other’s eyes, and then Mathew leant over and kissed him. He returned his kiss and cupped his cheek. Mathew smiled a heartwarming smile. They were good. He could feel it in his bones.

  “Let’s go play with our subs,” he said to Mathew.

  “Let’s,” Mathew replied.

  “Well, Masters and Mistresses, we need to give our sub and slave a bit of attention so we’ll see you all later.” They both stood and moved away from the table, pulling on the leads.

  * * * *

  As they entered the dungeon, Mia’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There were crosses, whips, and chains. At least she now understood the name Locks and Chains. Subs and slaves were locked and chained to different pieces of furniture, and Masters were overseeing different facets of what looked like torture to her.

  “My little pet, tonight you’ll be helping your Masters play with our boy. The next time we come to the club, you will participate in a scene,” Dylan said quietly to her.

  A sense of relief washed over her. She’d dreamed and fantasized about the BDSM lifestyle, but despite how much she loved all she had experienced so far at home, she wasn’t ready for the public display of having others watching her boys touching and fucking her. Maybe she was a prude? But it just wasn’t something she thought she would enjoy. Mathew led Peter toward a vacant Saint Andrew’s Cross. She watched as he locked wrist and ankle cuffs to his body and then locked the wrist cuffs to the cross.

  “My pet, remove Peter’s pants.”

  Not wanting to disobey him here because she knew the punishment would be public, she moved behind the cross and stripped Peter of his shorts, and his hardened cock bounced in joy at being freed from its confines. She could see that Peter was turned on by all that was being done to him. He wanted this, going by his moan and the lust that was plainly visible on his face. She could tell he really, really wanted this.

  “My pet, get my boy nice and slick. Use your mouth and your mouth only.”

  She looked up to see Peter smile as he looked down at her still kneeling at his feet from removing his pants. Mathew then took each leg and secured them to the cross. Peter was now spread–eagled, locked, and displayed. His back was to the room and vulnerable to whatever her Masters had planned. Tentatively, she moved closer to the pulsing, weeping cock in front of her. She tried to block out all the other noises in the room and the thought of the other people watching her. Having her boys watching her was one thing, but complete strangers were another. Mathew moved toward her and leant down to whisper in her ear.

  “Little sub. Focus on your Masters and your Masters only.”

  “Now, suck Peter’s cock,” Dylan commanded with the steel of a Dom. A shiver ran down her spine, and she placed her trust in her Masters’ hands and focused only on her given task. A sense of peace and calm settled over her. Her only job and her only concern was to obey her Masters. She crawled closer to Peter and licked his weeping cock, running her tongue over and around it. Mathew moved her back a little so he could roll on a cock ring, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him lubing up a butt plug.

  “Now, Peter, you’ve been such a good boy this week. Master and I have decided to give you a reward,” Mathew drawled.

  Peter jolted and moaned as Mathew inserted the plug. She continued to work her mouth over his cock, given that she was not told to stop.

  “My boy, for your excellent service you have earned twenty lashes.”

  What! Hold on. As a reward, he was getting lashed. Confusion clouded her mind.

  “Thank you, Master,” Peter said, his excitement evident in his reply.

  “Little sub, I see your concerned look. Our Peter can be a bit of a pain slut now and then. He loves to be whipped and flogged. He especially loves some ball torture.”

  Peter, calm, nice, cheerful Peter, is a pain slut! Oh my God.

  She could feel Peter’s body flexing with each strike of the whip. His moans of lust and need confirmed what Mathew said.

  “Little sub, make some room.”

  She moved over to allow Mathew access to Peter’s
cock, thinking he was going to join her in sucking him. He bent lower to Peter’s balls and pulled down hard on them then locked some kind of cage or ring around the loose skin he had exposed. Peter moaned and seemed to vibrate on the cross. She quickly looked up to his face to check that it wasn’t a moan of pain. Satisfied it was a moan of pleasure by the look on his face, she relaxed a little.

  “Little sub. You are slacking in your duties.”

  Reminded again of her task, she took Peter’s cock deep into her throat. It seemed like hours. But she knew it was only minutes that Peter’s body jolted and danced from every strike of the whip or whatever it was that Dylan was using on him.

  “You have done very well, my boy. Come, my boy. Come for me now,” Dylan commanded.

  Peter’s cock swelled even further in her mouth harder and larger than she could ever remember it being before. She had little warning before jet after jet of his seed pulsed into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed again. Once she was sure she’d taken it all in, she licked his slackening cock clean and then pulled away from him to sit on her haunches. Only then did she realize they’d gathered quite an audience. The lust in the faces of the people who had watched them didn’t frighten her as she’d expected. It actually turned her on to know they had excited this many people. That they gathered enjoyment from watching them was a heady feeling. And she was secure in the knowledge that they could look but never touch. Mia had an overwhelming desire to strip and be fucked in front of them. To let the world watch what her boys did to her. To let the world see her submission to her Masters and want it, lust for it themselves.

  “My pet, help Mathew get our boy dressed. We’re going home.”

  She knew she shouldn’t be disappointed, but she was. She couldn’t wait for them to come back to the club. She wanted to be on the cross or bent over the spanking bench or anything, just as long as she got to play, too.