Peter opened Dylan’s pants as much as possible and pulled his balls out on top of the bunched clothing. Peter began by kissing and licking his cock from base to tip. Over and over, he licked, and then he mouthed his balls. He couldn’t hold in his groans of pleasure, and he didn’t want to. Peter moaned as Mathew unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Peter’s moan vibrated his balls, which in turn made him groan. He looked down and saw his beautiful boy open his mouth and engulf his cock. He loved the sight of Peter’s hard lips wrapped round his shaft. He brushed his hand over Peter’s hair, occasionally grabbing a handful and pushing his head down farther on his shaft. “My good boy, loving your Master’s cock.” Peter’s eyes showed such love and devotion, it calmed Dylan’s soul. A whimper echoed through the confines of the limo, and Dylan looked up to see Mia watching them and whimpering. He knew she desperately wanted to participate, but he wouldn’t let her. She wouldn’t be rewarded for her behavior.
“Yes, my pet, isn’t it beautiful, your Master’s cock inside Peter’s mouth. Mathew’s prepping his tight hole to be loved and fucked by him, and all you get to do is watch. You are not permitted to touch my pussy. You are not permitted to close your eyes. You will watch what you could have experienced.”
Then venom beaming from Mia should have killed him, but all it did was make him smile and enjoy the sucking on his cock even more.
* * * *
Peter knew Dylan needed to regain control after all that had gone down tonight. He loved serving his Master and would do anything his Master wanted or needed. He just hoped that Mia would stay with them. He needed her in his life, too. He loved her, but he also knew she had messed up tonight by dancing with that character. Once you were a sub of Dylan’s, you never ever looked at anyone else although he understood fully why she did it. She was jealous of Sarah. He felt Mathew lubing his ass and inserting a finger. He groaned at the pleasure of having his ass filled, and he hoped Mathew didn’t stretch him too much. He loved the bite of pain from not being prepped all the way. As though Mathew had heard his thought, Mathew removed his fingers. The blunt tip of Mathew’s cock pushed at his rose, and he waited, panting with Dylan’s cock in his mouth for the ecstasy to come.
He sucked greedily at the pre-cum dripping from his Master’s cock. God he loved Dylan’s taste. Pushing his tongue into the slit of his cock, he tried to extract more of the salty bite of his Master’s cum. So distracted by the delicious taste, he had forgotten about Mathew’s cock poised at his anus until he felt the sharp, deep thrust of his cock as it surged balls-deep in his ass. He panted through the pain and felt the wash of pleasure at his ass being taken so roughly.
“Look at our little cock slut, Dylan. A cock in his mouth and his ass,” Mathew said.
God he loved it when they spoke dirty. Some might call it demeaning, but he always got a thrill out of being called a cock slut. It allowed him the freedom to just enjoy and let his needs take over. He knew they loved him and that they respected him. They allowed him to glory in his individuality, to glory in being the cock slut he wanted to be.
“You’re right, Mathew. Our boy loves cock. Maybe we should keep him full of cock all the time,” Dylan replied.
He groaned at the thought. Yes, he wanted that, too. He started pushing back on Mathew’s cock, and a loud smack rang out just before he felt the burn on his ass from where Mathew had just spanked him.
“Now, cock slut, I’m the one fucking you, not you fucking me,” Mathew said.
Mathew grabbed his hips to stop his movements, and he wanted to groan in frustration. He wanted to be fucked and fuck hard.
“Our boy here needs some extra rough treatment, I think, Mathew. Spank his ass as you fuck him nice and hard. I want him to walk around tomorrow remembering it’s us who own his ass,” Dylan commanded.
Mathew started to pound into him, hips smacking hips as he spanked his ass left and right. His balls pulsed in such pleasure they tried to crawl right up into his body. The slightest touch or command and he was going to shoot his load. He redoubled his effort on Dylan’s cock, hoping he would order him to come. As he took Dylan’s cock into his mouth, he hollowed his cheeks with the force of his suction. He then began to swallow, taking Dylan’s cock deep into his mouth and down his throat. He continued to swallow, listening to Dylan’s groans of pleasure. He cupped his balls and rolled them slightly, tugging them the way he knew Dylan loved. He felt Dylan’s cock pulse and his balls tighten, right before he began jetting pulse after pulse of hot cum into his throat and mouth. He nearly gagged on the quantity but wouldn’t let a single drop spill free. He wanted to accept his entire Master.
Dylan bent down to his ear and whispered, “Come, my boy. Come for your Masters.”
He wanted to holler in thanks, but his voice was lost to his growl of pleasure as his cum pulsed onto the seat of the limo, some even hitting Dylan’s pants leg. Then he felt Mathew pulsing in his ass. The feeling of pleasing both his Masters, of caring for them, added to his pleasure.
“Mia, you are to sleep in the spare room tonight. I’m a big believer in never going to bed angry, but I see no way to resolve this tonight,” Dylan said.
Peter watched the dejection and misery on her face, and he wanted to run and comfort her. He wanted to hold her as she slept so she wouldn’t feel alone. But it wasn’t his place. He watched as she stomped through the house to the guest room that she had occupied so long ago. Dylan took his chin in his hand forcing him to look up.
“Don’t worry, my boy. It will all be okay. My pet needs to learn a lesson, and I know it’ll be hard on you. But it’s her lesson to learn, and you are not to interfere.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, now let’s get to bed. I’ve had my boy’s mouth. I want my sub’s ass before I go to sleep.” He saw Mathew smile as they moved up the stairs toward the Master bedroom. It had been months since it was just the three of them. As much as it felt good, Peter already missed Mia.
Chapter Nineteen
Mia entered the kitchen after an hour of feeling sorry for herself and two pain killers for her headache. She was finally ready to test her fragile stomach and eat something. She knew the best way to cure a hangover was to drink plenty of water and try to eat some greasy food. To add to her woes was the fact that she had to face Dylan. She knew she was a chicken for not seeking him out first up so, deciding to eat and think about what she was going to say, she opened the refrigerator in search of something light to eat. The thought of greasy food made her want to gag. A quick plate of fruit and she was off to find Dylan. She knew she had to apologize, but she wasn’t certain how. Lost in thought, she walked straight into a wall of hard muscle and flesh. No need to find Dylan. He’d found her.
“My dear pet. Yesterday was proof you’ve been thinking above your station in this household.”
What the hell did he mean by that?
“It also showed me you need to learn a lot more. In a BDSM lifestyle, a submissive, which you are, doesn’t question or disobey their Master. You should have faith and trust that I will protect and care for you.”
Mia didn’t know what to think. Her head was pounding from her hangover, and her mouth felt as if she’d licked an ashtray.
“You’re going to have a new position in this household, Mia. And until I’m confident you have learned obedience and gained the humility you’re desperately lacking right now, you’ll remain in that role.”
She knew she was an intelligent person. But right now she felt as thick as a post. She had no idea what Dylan was talking about. Humility, how the hell do you learn humility?
“Household meeting in ten minutes in the dining room,” Dylan called over the intercom, knowing it would echo through every room of the house.
“Mia, come with me now,” Dylan said, turning to leave the room.
Patiently, she followed Dylan up the stairs and through the bedroom into the play room.
“Get undressed and kneel in the center of the room,” he said, not
looking at her.
Hastily, she removed her T-shirt and knelt on the floor.
“Now, my pet, I’ve gone very easy on you to date. I wanted to slowly walk you, using baby steps into our lifestyle, but no longer. You are about to enter into a twenty-four-seven BDSM boot camp. There is no end. There are no breaks. Your only way to stop it is to call your safe word. If you do, you’re out of this house, and there’ll be no coming back.”
The venom in his voice frightened her. She knew he was upset with her from what had happened last night. But to now know he was taking off the kid gloves frightened her. She guessed it was a sink-or-swim situation. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Now put your arms in front of you, and cross your wrists over each other.”
He then took a pair of restraints off the wall and secured her wrists with them. He clipped them on top of each other, crossed over. As she looked down at herself, she noticed her arms pushed her breasts together, creating a deep cleavage valley. Mathew would love this, she thought.
“Now this is your training collar, my dear pet, and you’ll wear it always. The only way this can be removed is by me. And don’t think I won’t make you wear it in public or at the office. So don’t push me.”
It reminded Mia of a dog collar, but thankfully the leather wasn’t as thick as the ones she’d seen at the grocery store. She knelt as still as she could as he secured it around her neck. This couldn’t get any worse. She was naked, her wrists were locked together, and a collar was around her neck like a dog. Think again. Dylan took a leash off the wall and clipped it to the front D-ring of the collar.
Well, she was interested in the BDSM lifestyle, and she’d thought it was tame from what she’d experienced so far. There were commands, orders, and titles thrown around here and there, even the odd spanking or two, but nothing to frighten her so far.
“Rise, pet,” he ordered in the most severe tone she had ever heard him use.
She pushed herself up and followed Dylan out the door. When she didn’t walk quickly enough for him, he yanked on the lead. As they entered the dining room, Dylan placed a stick on the table in front of him, which she hadn’t noticed in his hand. Looking at it more closely, she realized it wasn’t a stick but a riding crop. Shit!
“As you all know, last night our little servant breached so many rules I lost count. She has now agreed to allow herself to be trained as our servant, to the fullest extent.”
Mia had the feeling this was going to be something much more than she thought, going by Peter’s shocked gasp, and Mathew’s “excellent” comment, which made him sound like some fifties movie villain.
“We’ll be training her to be a full-service household slave, beginning right now.”
“I have also been considering the company rewards system we spoke of months ago for when either of you two make target. We had discussed the idea of making the other a cock slut, but when Mia joined our household, we all lost our focus and let it go,” he said, smiling at his boys. She could see they already knew where this was heading. “But now I’ve come up with a better reward system. The person who makes target gets Mia as their personal slave for twenty-four hours. She will do whatever they want either with the group or alone. Of course, she must also complete all her usual household chores as well.”
“Hold on, I don’t even get a say in this. I’m going to be used as a slave to the winner, and I don’t get a vote,” Mia blurted out before she could stop herself. Why the hell can’t I just keep my mouth shut?
“No, you don’t, my pet. And for that outburst, you’ve earned three stripes.”
“Okay then, I was just checking.” Just kill me now. Why am I pushing him? Do I honestly want to get more stripes? Considering she was now a collared, naked household slave, she knew the stripes weren’t going to be on her clothing.
“If I honestly thought you’d have a problem with it, I would’ve made it for two days instead of one. But we both know, pet, you’ll love it. It’s the obedience and lack of control you’re worried about. But that’s too god damn bad. You put up with it or call your safe word,” Dylan stated.
Mia felt a burning in her eyes, and she wanted to let the tears fall. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. If he wanted to shock her by calling her a cock slut and going all super Dom, then so be it. She knew why he was doing it. First because he was angry at her for defying him, but most of all he loved her and didn’t like it. If she had to suffer until he accepted his love for her, well, so be it.
“I’m sorry, Master.” Acceptance washed over her. She stood straight, rolling her shoulder blades back and thrusting her chest out further.
“Okay, we all understand. Peter, I want you to take pet and show her the positions. You’ll take the crop with you. Don’t go lightly on her, or you’ll take every stripe with her when she fails to perform,” Dylan said as he passed the lead to Peter.
“Yes, Master.” Taking the leash from Dylan, he led Mia down to the den.
“Come on, servant. We’ve a lot of work to do and not much time to do it,” Peter said.
Once downstairs, Peter unclipped the leash and stepped back, looking at her with a pained expression.
“There are five positions that our Master uses. All Masters are different, so I’m going to teach you only the positions our Master expects. Present, Stand, Display, Submit, and Offer,” Peter explained.
If the dog collar, the leash, and the name “pet” didn’t convince her of his desire to turn her into an animal or pet, this just sealed it in concrete. Dylan was going to command her like a dog. Am I being too judgmental? Am I offended by the idea of being trained as their pleasure pet? In a way it was kind of cute and comforting. She’d never have to worry if she made the wrong choices. She would also never lack the physical contact she so loved. It wasn’t as though they were degrading her. Well, from one aspect they might be. But from another, they loved and cherished her. They’d given her the chance to be in any role she wanted. But she had rebelled. She had pushed them to tighten their control and boundaries, and now she had to suffer the consequences of her actions. Maybe being a pleasure pet would be a good thing. The kinky naughty part of her actually loved the idea. So what if the rest of the world thought it might be degrading. The more she thought about it, she thought she might get to love the idea.
* * * *
Mathew followed Dylan into his office. “So explain to me what you’ve planned?”
“Don’t fight with me, boy,” Dylan snapped back.
“Dylan, calm down,” Mathew replied just as sharply.
Dylan rubbed his hands over his face and growled in frustration. “I’m sorry, Mathew. It’s just…she has me twisted in knots.”
“I can see that.”
“I believe she pushed us to tighten the reigns, probably subconsciously. I always knew beneath her armor was a true submissive, just waiting to be collared,” he said, slumping down in his chair behind the desk. “I thought she’d allow me to slowly introduce her to the lifestyle. Although going slowly now doesn’t seem to be enough for her.”
“What’s the problem with a deep-end learning approach?”
“She could safe word out. We could push her so fast and hard that she just can’t handle it.”
“Are you sure you’re not doing all of this because you’re pissed about seeing her in another man’s arms last night? Then to have her reject and rebel again when we came home. Are you sure you aren’t just punishing her?”
“To be honest, I can’t deny that I’m angry, but I know I’m right.” He knew he was telling Mathew a half truth. He knew he felt he was right in his heart. But his brain was still calculating objectives, expected outcomes, and the risk-reward ratios. But there was no need to send Mathew into a spin as well. If one of them was clear and focused, that would be enough.
* * * *
“Submit,” Peter called.
Mia changed position, kneeling with her legs a shoulder’s width apart. Then, lowering her chest to the carpet
, her arms stretched out over her head in what she thought of as a subservient praying position with a touch of kink. As the breeze from the open window chilled her exposed pussy and ass, the air reminded her how exposed she was. She realized how easily she could be mounted in this position. Peter circled her, slapping the crop against his leg like some army commander inspecting his troops before deployment.
“Present.”
She brought her chest up and sat back on her ankles, resting her arms at her sides with her hands palms up on her thighs in a spread kneeling position with her back straight and her head slightly lowered, her eyes directed at the floor. This position, while giving the impression of being quite tame, ensured that she displayed her naked pussy to its best advantage. Also, with her arms held tightly to her sides, it pushed her breasts together.
“Stand.”
She jumped up, standing with her legs shoulder width apart and her arms together at the back of her neck. Slap. The crop came down against the ass.
“Faster, pet. Master will expect you to instantly get into position,” Peter barked.
Once this was all over, she was going to jam that crop up his ass.
“Offer.”
Still in the standing position, she lowered her arms from her head and placed them under each breast, raising them as if offering them on a platter. She wanted to chuckle. Whoever named these positions must have had a sense of humor, or maybe not. Her nipples formed into tight buds, whether from the slight chill or from the position, she wasn’t sure.
“Very good. We just need to work on your speed for each position.” Over and over he called position after position. Her body was coated with sweat as she held the stand position. She felt her arms shaking with the strain. Peter had left her in it for what felt like hours. But she wouldn’t give in. The only way for a future together would be for her to succeed in this new role, no matter how much it embarrassed her. Maybe Dylan was right. Was she thinking about her station? Was it right for her to question her Doms? To show them that she didn’t trust them to care for her, not only physically but emotionally as well? Dylan, hell, all of them knew she couldn’t handle them touching another woman. They knew it would tear her apart. So why did she doubt them? Why didn’t she trust them? A small voice in her head whispered. Because you don’t think your deserve them. You think you’re not good enough. In response to her fears, she’d acted like a child, playing with another man to stir their jealousy and making them doubt their trust and faith in her. She cringed at the realization and wanted to hit herself. How could she have been so childish? She deserved this and much more. This was not a humiliation. It was a new beginning, and time for her to place her trust, her body, and her heart back in their hands. She would be the best sub they had ever seen. Again she started to practice the positions. With her coach, she would train her body and her mind.
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