by Diane Leyne
“In other words, you really will own me. You can beat me any time you want.”
“No. Absolutely not. I can punish you any time I feel the need, no reason required. I can and will discipline you. I will not be beating you. I may spank you, crop you, paddle you, or, if I think you need it, I may even cane you, but I will not beat you. I will not give you more than you can take or need. You might have trouble sitting down the next day, but no consequences more serious than that.” He looked at her, his expression concerned.
Kris felt a mixture of fear and arousal, which also confused her. She’d enjoyed how he’d spanked her, but how could the thought of him using a crop or a paddle on her be arousing? But somehow it was. She knew her panties were getting damp. So much for journalistic neutrality. Something about Damon’s voice, maybe it was his tone or maybe it was Brad’s hand which was on her thigh, caressing her, squeezing her, moving higher and higher up her leg, almost but not quite at the heat of her core, had her pussy leaking. Really, Brad’s hand was very distracting, and she was starting to find it hard to concentrate on Damon’s words.
“And that is far from the only way I can punish you. Brad here is a pain slut. He enjoys a good cropping.” He paused as he watched Kris’s head swivel to look at Brad, who nodded with a grin. “I’ll be studying your reactions very closely to find out what will work best with you. What I, personally, enjoy the most with female subs is Orgasm Torture. Sometimes we’ll get you horny and not let you come no matter how much you beg. Would you like that? Would you like us to make you beg for our cocks?”
He looked closely at Kris to judge her reaction to his words and see if she had any questions. She was a reporting and usually had a thousand questions, but she was just staring at him, mute, and aroused if he was any judge. He could see her hardened nipples poking through the material of her top, and her eyes had a slightly glazed expression. Good.
“Other times, we’ll make you come over and over and over until you are begging us to stop. Can you imagine so much pleasure that it almost becomes pain and we keep you coming over and over no matter how much you beg us to stop because you’ll belong to us and we can use your body how we wish?”
Now she was certain she was turned on, and damn them, they knew it. She knew her nipples were so hard they were poking through her bra and tank top. She had to stop herself from wrapping her arms around her chest to cover them.
“Of course,” Damon added, “this is only a research project for you, and so I’m not sure how far we can get with your training, but we are both ready, willing and able, if you are, too. Last chance to back out.”
Kris couldn’t speak for a minute. Damon’s words and Brad’s wandering hand had her tied up in knots, figuratively, and if she agreed to this, it might happen literally. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, and her empty pussy clenched uselessly as she found herself wanting to experience all these things, but desperate not to give away the fact that Damon’s words had awakened some kind of twisted need inside of her. She did not want them to spank her or torture her with orgasms. She didn’t.
Liar, screamed her inner voice. You’d lie down and part your legs for them here and now if you weren’t out in public.
Kris was turned on and desperate not to show it.
She watched him put down his fork and wipe his mouth. “Brad, why don’t you stay here and keep Kris company? Maybe give her some insight into life as my slave and discuss limits with her. You can let me know what hard limits she decides on. And take her shopping. I’m willing to bet she doesn’t have any suitable attire for the club. I’ll take the bag back home and get things set up, so it’ll be a surprise to both of you.” He leaned across the table and gave Brad a kiss on the lips and then repeated the action with Kris. She could feel the desire curl in her stomach. She was both looking forward to and afraid of tonight as she watched Damon walk away.
She was lost in her thoughts and jumped when she felt Brad remove his hand from her thigh and wrap his arm around her and draw her close so he could whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry, love. He doesn’t bite.” The puff of air from his brief laugh tickled her ear. “But I do.”
He leaned closer and nipped her earlobe before going back to his lunch. She found that she wasn’t hungry and pushed the plate away from her. Brad just grinned and snagged her burger. “I’m a growing boy and need my protein.” She noticed that he carefully and reluctantly removed the meat from the bun and put it on his own plate, and then he waved the waiter over to remove the plate before he could weaken.
Chapter Four
The afternoon flew by. After they finished lunch, or rather Brad finished her lunch for her, they walked, they window-shopped, and then he took her to a very ritzy-looking store with a window that didn’t disclose what was inside. “Satisfaction” turned out to specialize in high-end sex toys and clothes. She recognized some of the items such as the dildos and butt plugs and the like, but other things she didn’t even want to look too closely at.
There were lots of clothes, too. Some were clearly fetish-wear, with lots of leather and latex. Brad steered her to a middle-aged lady at the back.
“Nora, honey. Baby needs a new corset, maybe two.”
Kris had tried to protest, but ended up remaining silent as Nora measured her and consulted some catalogues with Brad, not interested in her thoughts on the subject. She tried to look, but they shooed her away, so she wandered around looking at the other merchandise and Brad and Nora decided what she needed. In the end, Brad had several items wrapped and placed in another plain brown shopping bag. She hadn’t been allowed to look when he was paying, and her insides fluttered a bit wondering why she wasn’t allowed to see the items since she was the one going to be wearing them.
Nora gave her a warm grin. “You’ll love them, honey. Brad’s got good taste. A touch perverted, maybe, but still good taste.”
* * * *
She stood outside the door wearing a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top with nothing underneath, as instructed. She was clothed but felt naked. Maybe it was the anticipation? A part of her had expected them to come get her at six, but then she realized that this was part of the test. She had to take this step on her own. She had to voluntarily cross this threshold and show that she was willingly undergoing the training.
Kris raised her hand and knocked. Nothing happened. She raised her hand to knock again when the door opened. It was Brad. He was just wearing a pair of sweatpants. He had a body like one of those Greek gods. It was perfectly formed, with every muscle clearly defined, and not a lick of fat. She wondered if he shaved or waxed, because his upper torso seemed to be perfectly hairless, which seemed to be the trend nowadays. She was okay with that because it gave her a better view of the fine definition of his pecs and abs.
He held the door open as she walked in and then closed it behind her. She was surprised when he led her into the living room where Damon was working on a computer on a desk in the corner of the room. He got up and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek before leading her over to the couch, and then headed into the kitchen, returning with three glasses of iced tea.
Kris found herself sitting beside Brad while Damon sat across from them on a matching chair. He was wearing a pair of his usual khakis, but like Brad, he was shirtless. She’d only gotten a couple of glimpses of him like this before. This was the first time she’d seen him topless for an extended period. He might not be as massively built as Brad, but he was definitely ripped without a single extra ounce of fat on his body.
She began to feel self-conscious. She wasn’t plus-sized, but things definitely jiggled. She’d never worked out at the gym, and maybe she wasn’t naturally thin, but she’d always definitely been a healthy weight. However, in the last year or so, she’d put on a few pounds. She went to the gym sporadically, hence the meeting with Margo, but she wasn’t a regular, but now she wished she’d worked harder so her body would please them.
“Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable,” suggested
Damon, “while we chat about the next few days?”
“I, um, I’m very comfortable.”
“You do realize, don’t you, that you are the only one here wearing a top.”
“Yes, but you are guys…” She trailed off at the absurdity of her argument. She was planning on spending the next few days submitting sexually to them and actually having sex with them. It was false modesty to keep her top on, but boy did she ever want to.
“Brad, why don’t you help Kris get more comfortable?”
Before Kris could process the statement, Brad’s hands were on the hem of her top, and then it was off over her head and she was topless as well. Without thinking, she wound her arms around her body, covering her breasts.
She saw Damon and Brad exchange a look, and then Brad was reaching under the coffee table and grabbing a set of thick leather cuffs with Velcro closings. He efficiently fastened one around each of her ankles, testing to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then he wrapped one around each wrist. Finally, he pulled her wrists behind her back and fastened the cuffs together which thrust her breasts out in front of her.
Then he sat back grinning.
Kris felt the blush rise, starting from her chest, and move higher until her whole face was flaming red. She glared at them, refusing to speak first. It was a few minutes before she realized that both their cocks were hard in their pants. Brad’s was most visible since he was wearing sweatpants, but Damon’s pants clearly had a bulge, too. Maybe they didn’t mind her jiggle.
“Now let’s talk about the details of the next few days.
“Firstly, we have two sets of rules in this apartment, what we call downstairs rules and playroom rules. The master bedroom is also upstairs, but we aren’t quite as formal there. Once you reach the top of the stairs, you are my and Brad’s submissive. You do not speak until spoken to, you obey both of us immediately and without reservation. If we ask you to do something you don’t understand, or if you are afraid or uncomfortable, speak up, but as we previously discussed, do not try to top from the bottom. Safe words are not to be abused or they will not be allowed. Are you with me so far?”
Kris nodded.
“Down here, that’s okay. Down here we are Damon and Brad and Kris, even when we have you half-naked and restrained. You’ll find we like to have sex any and everywhere, but on this floor, we are all more or less equal.”
She twisted sideways and indicated her bound wrists.
“And, as you’ll learn, some people are more equal than others. And we both do like bondage games. And sex. And we indulge in both on this floor as well as upstairs. But we aren’t into puppy play or a Master/slave dynamic twenty-four-seven. That can be quite exhausting for the Master. You’ll be allowed to sit with us at the table and eat with a plate and cutlery, unless you want to try out puppy play, of course.” He grinned wickedly.
Kris was thoroughly shocked.
“Some Doms make their subs eat on the floor?”
“And from a dog bowl,” Damon confirmed. “But we are not into that unless you want to try, in which case, we’d be happy to accommodate. Would you like me to put you on a leash and lead you around the apartment on your hands and knees, a tail sticking out of your ass? I’d be a good master, and give you a nice, soft dog bed to lay on when we are watching TV.”
The rational Kris rejected this notion outright, but in some small part of her mind wondered what it would be like to be owned that completely like a man that she’d do anything to please him, including crawling on the floor. She put aside that notion before she ended up asking to experience that, too, damn her journalistic investigatory mind. At least that was what she told herself. There was no way that kind of complete submission appealed to her at all, not at all. Nope. Uh uh. No way. And she was not protesting too much, not at all.
“And my questions?”
“I have given the matter some more thought. I think we should do our talking after each scene. If we talk beforehand and I tell you what’s in store for you, you’ll be all in your head, anticipating each thing that’s coming and overanalyzing things. I want you to just experience the sensations as they happen, and we’ll talk afterward. Can you handle that?”
Kris nodded.
“Upstairs, I’ll expect verbal answers. ‘Yes, Master,’ or ‘No, Master.’”
“You weren’t joking at lunch?”
“No. I am Master and Brad is Sir. It will help you stay in the sub headspace. We both top you. Your only role is to listen to what we say and obey. Do you remember the color system I explained earlier?”
He waited for her to answer. She nodded and still he waited.
“Oh, right. Yes, Master.”
“As we are still downstairs, ‘Yes, Damon,’ would also have been acceptable, but I do like hearing you call me Master.
“Now, as we play, I’ll periodically ask you for your status. I’m expecting to hear a color from you. Status, girl,” he demanded.
“Um.”
“Status. Color. You are sitting here with your tits on display and your hands restrained behind your back with two aroused men who plan on fucking your brains out at some not-too-distant point. How do you feel? What’s your status?”
“Ah, green, Damon.”
“Good girl.”
She was surprised at how happy she felt at his “good girl.” She’d pleased him, even if he had to remind her, and it felt surprisingly good.
But then she thought of something to ask and wasn’t sure how to do it. She wanted to raise her hand like she was one of his students, but that wasn’t possible with the restraints on her wrists.
“Speak, girl. I can see keeping you quiet is not going to be easy.” He sighed a very theatrical, put-upon sigh. “Boy, I think we are going have to gag her. What do you think?”
“Can we?” Brad grinned. “Especially during her examination? I love the sight of a gagged submissive. Something very erotic about it.”
“Examination?” she squeaked. Getting her voice under control, she decided to ask a question that had been bothering her for a while “I know I’m not supposed to ask questions until afterward, but I just have one for now. I meant to ask at lunch but got distracted. Why do you call me girl and Brad boy, other than the, uh, obviously genitalia differences?”
“Do you want to answer her, Brad?”
“He calls us that, girl, to remind us of our place. In this little triad, he’s on top and you are on the bottom. And I am the switch.”
“Switch? I seem to recall reading that, but I don’t remember it exactly. I’ve done so much reading and tried to pack in so much new information in the last twelve hours that I think it’s all starting to seep out.”
“A switch is someone who can be either the Master or the sub. With Damon, I’m the sub, except when he’s giving me a special treat. I get to top him on my birthday, for example. But with you, I’m definitely your Master. But because it would be confusing if you called both of us Master, you will call me Sir. Got that, girl?”
She didn’t answer right away and jumped when Brad reached out and pinched her nipple.
“Ouch.” She tried to swat his hand away, but with hers restrained behind her, she tried to pull away. He held tight, twisting slightly as he reached out and pinched the other one.
“Ouch. That hurts.” And it did, but then something started changing. It was like there was a link between her nipples and her clit, and she felt a surge of moisture as he pinched and abused her sensitive nipples.
“Stop struggling, and I’ll let go.”
She subsided, staring at him mutinously. When she was still, he let go, and suddenly she wanted to beg him to put his hands back. He chuckled at her expression, leaning over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.
She stiffened. There it was again, that direct link from her nipple to her clit. She tried to hold back a moan. When he moved his mouth to her other nipple, she stopped trying to hold back. When he gripped her breasts in his hands, squeezing f
irmly as he moved his mouth from nipple to nipple, she found her head dropping backward, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the sensations pouring through her.
When Brad finally pulled away, she almost wanted to weep at the loss of his touch. She wanted to beg him to touch her again when the sound of Damon’s voice made her jump.
“Naughty boy, getting all ahead of himself. I can see he’s angling for a punishment later. But don’t worry. You’ll get to play with girl some more first. Why don’t you take her upstairs? I’ll be up in a few minutes, and I’ll expect both of my subs to be ready and waiting in the proper pose of submission.”
Chapter Five
After unfastening her wrist, Brad took her arm and led her up the stairs. She’d been in their apartment before, but never up to the top floor.
“We’ve done some extensive renovations on this floor. Up front is our master bedroom. In the middle is the master bath. At the back is our playroom. Don’t worry. It’s soundproofed. Feel free to scream all you want. I know I do, unless Master decides to gag me.”
“Didn’t the landlord mind?” She deliberately ignored his provocative comments about screaming and gags.
“You don’t know, do you? Damon’s the landlord.” Brad saw her look of surprise. “Damon’s loaded, honey. He teaches for the enjoyment, not because he has to.”
“Then why not keep the whole place to yourself?”
“When he bought it, it had already been divided into two, and his sister needed a place, so she lived downstairs, but she got married last year. We were going to convert it back to a single, and then somehow you’d heard about the place and came knocking. I think he knew from the moment he met you that he wanted you to play with us. I know I did. And the rest is history.”