Mine & Ours

by Alex Tempera

  “Thank you, Lady Sydney,” Tim said. “I have that desire but just never really did it. Also, the reason I asked you all to come here is that Paxton told me about the issues with Justice Bishop.”

  “Yes, he was very rude. I already pulled my appointment. I don’t really want to be on the appellate court right now. I just don’t want him to interfere with Paxton’s or John’s careers or publicly humiliate them in anyway.”

  “Well, if you look at the masked man, on his knees, wearing the pink collar and pink leash, you may recognize him.”

  Sydney looked at him. “Wait, his ring. I’d know that ring. That’s Bishop?”

  “Yes, I’ve never seen him here without his mask on, but his ring is a dead giveaway. That man sitting at the bar, wearing the leather cape and mask, is his Master. They often have public scenes here, and he definitely loves to be caned and entered in the ass.”

  “Caned?” John winced. “Uh, not my thing. I’ve seen him here, lots of times, but never knew who it was. Is that how he knew who I was?”

  “My guess,” Tim said. “And you, Paxton, he’s probably seen you here before, uh, with me.”

  “Maybe. We never scened together, and we always wore our masks, except that one … fuck.”

  “What is it?” Sydney put her hand on his. “You can say it. I know you two would come here once in a while. You were always, well, almost always honest with me.”

  “What did I lie about?” he raised an eyebrow.

  “Your feelings for me,” she kissed his forehead. “Anyway, what happened?”’

  “We rented a private room, Tim and I. We weren’t playing, just screwing, but we remove our masks when in the private room. A man, wearing a mask, entered the room. I know we locked the door, but he said it was unlocked and he apologized. That’s how he knew. He’s using info he got here against us, in public.”

  “That’s against the fucking rules,” John sighed. “Oh, sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” Sydney said. “You three, sit here. I’ll be right back.” She stood up and the men watched her approach the bar, sitting next to the masked man. She smiled at the masked man and then focused on the bartender. “I’d like a white wine, please.”

  “Yes, Lady Sydney,” he said.

  “You know me?”

  “I’m also your servant,” he smiled and looked to the masked Master sitting next to her. “Master Donnelly, is there anything I can get you or your sub?”

  He looked down at his sub and then up at the bartender. “No, he’s going to be in a scene very soon. He can have his drink after.”

  “Very good, Master Donnelly.”

  Sydney knew it wasn’t her place to look at the man, on his knees, but she took her drink, smiled, and nodded to the Master. “You’re scening?”

  “Yes, my sub just loves a good caning. Care to observe?”

  “I would love that,” she smiled. “I’ll bring my husband and our subs. I’m sure they would enjoy that.”

  “Ah,” he looked toward their table. “Interesting. We best prepare. It was good to meet you, Lady Sydney.” He stood up and patted his sub on his head. He grabbed the leash. “On your feet, kitty,” he commanded.

  His sub rose to his feet, his eyes diverted to the floor and followed his master.

  Sydney sat down and touched her husband’s hand. “Let’s go watch a scene.”

  “Yes, Lady Sydney,” he stood up after she did. He touched her cheek and looked into her eyes. “I so desperately want to be your sub,” he whispered.

  “Oh, pet, you are.” She kissed his cheek. “Grab his leash,” she commanded as she grabbed John’s leash. “I bet this will be interesting. And when we’re in there,” she looked in her sub’s eyes. “You kneel at our feet as the rest of the subs do. After the scene, we will gladly go home and play.”

  “Yes, Lady,” Tim nodded.

  “Whatever pleases you, Lady Sydney,” John said.

  “Let’s go,” she and Paxton led the subs by their leashed towards the first observation room.

  Sydney and Paxton sat in the chairs in the front row of the observation room, which was almost like a small theater. There were chairs in four rows of ten that faced a small stage, and in the middle of the stage was a table and against the wall was one chair and a counter, with one cabinet and several drawers. John kneeled in front Sydney and Tim kneeled in front of Paxton, both subs faced the stage. Paxton pressed his arm against Sydney’s bare arm. Sydney kissed his cheek. “Let see what turns on Bishop,” she whispered.

  Master Donnelly walked out into the stage, leading his sub by the leash. “Good kitty,” he patted his sub on the head and unlocked the leash from his collar. “Stand straight.”

  Bishop in full sub mode, gracefully rose to his feet, his eyes still diverted to the floor.

  “Eyes up, kitty, and face the audience.”

  Bishop flicked his eyes up and made contact with Sydney. He took a step back.

  “kitty! I did not say to move,” his Master rose his voice.

  Bishop snapped back into his sub mode. “I apologize, M-master,” he wept.

  “Strip now, kitty,” he commanded.

  “No!” Bishop defied his Master.

  Master Donnelly stood in front of his sub and gritted his teeth. “You defy me? Are you using your safe word?”

  “No, Sir, I apologize. I will obey,” his voice quivered and he removed his leather clothing. He folded them up and set them on the chair by the wall. His eyes focused on the floor as he stood in front of his Master. “Forgive me, Master.” His elderly naked body was frail, yet muscular, and it waited for its Master to command.

  “On the bench, ass up, kitty.”

  “Yes, Master,” he obeyed his Master’s command.

  Master Donnelly walked over to the counter and opened his bag. He grabbed a pink butt plug out of the bag. He picked up his white crook cane and carried them both over to his sub. “Do you wish to be fucked, my kitty?”

  “Yes, Sir, please, Sir,” he begged.

  “Too bad, my kitty. You were out of line. You will be punished.” He walked around the front of him and faced him. “Open your mouth, kitty.” Bishop opened his mouth as his Master inserted the butt plug in it. “You like pink, don’t you, kitty?” He pulled the plug out of his mouth.

  “Yes, Master,” he wept.

  Master Donnelly walked around behind him and slowly inserted the butt plug into Bishop’s asshole. He held the cane and swat! He slashed the cane across his ass. He moved the cane up a little higher, and Swat! He slashed the cane across his ass, making the sexy red welt across both ass cheeks. “You like that, don’t you, kitty?”

  “Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” he wept, as his erection grew with each slash.

  Donnelly walked back over to the counter and set the cane down. He pulled another item out of the drawer and walked over to his sub. He locked the cage round his cock and balls. “You’re not allowed to come. You’re not allowed to moan or groan. You’re being punished, do you understand, kitty?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good, kitty,” he walked in front of his sub and unzipped his leather pants. He pushed his cock into his sub’s mouth. “Suck, kitty, but do not come. I know how this arouses you, kitty.”

  Bishop sucked on his Master’s cock and when Donnelly came, he pulled out and aimed his release on his sub’s face. “You’re to stay like this for ten minutes, without moving, do you understand, kitty?”

  “Yes, Master,” he wept.

  Donnelly faced the audience as he zipped up his pants, tucking in his cock. “I apologize for the actions of my sub. He is being properly punished. Please do not leave until his punishment has been completed. I wanted to have a better scene with the caning, but it will have to happen some other time. I do offer sessions on how to properly use the cane.” He stepped back and looked at his watch.

  His sub did not move, not even a wiggle, and when his punishment was over, his Master removed the cock and ball cage, as well as th
e butt plug. He placed them in a basin and then stood in front of his sub’s face. “On your feet, kitty.”

  Bishop slowly stood, in front of his Master, his eyes diverted to the floor.

  “Eyes up, my precious kitty,” his Master commanded, softly.

  Bishop raised his head and looked his Master in the eyes. “Thank you for my punishment, Sir.”

  Master Donnelly kissed his sub’s forehead and then pushed his mouth against his subs. He grabbed his sub’s cock and jerked it. “You’re no longer being punished, kitty. Go to our private room and prepare yourself on your back.”

  “Yes, Master,” Bishop slowly walked off the stage.

  Sydney and Paxton led their subs out of the observation room. Sydney looked at Paxton. “Take them back to the table, and we’ll have another drink before we go. I have to find the restroom.”

  “Lady Sydney, the women’s rooms are down that hall,” John pointed.

  “Thank you,” she kissed his forehead. “Now, go on.” She headed down the hall and stopped when he stepped in front of her. “Oh, excuse me.”

  His eyes glared at her through his mask and he grabbed her arm, pushing her against the wall. “You made me screw up, you bitch!”

  “Let go of me,” she demanded.

  “You made me screw up! I got punished because of you.”

  “I know who you are,” she pushed his hand off of her arm. “Now, I know why you threatened my husband.”

  “If you say a fucking word, I’ll kill you,” he grunted.

  “You have nothing to lose,” she stood straight and stepped forward in his direction. “You’re retiring.”

  “And I’m taking you down with me, if you say a word,” he grunted.

  “You use people’s secrets against them. Does your Master know you collect secrets? I’m sure some day when it suits you, you will try to blackmail your own Master.”

  “Fuck you. I’m not the one married to a fag. I don’t hire fucking guys who wear women’s clothing.”

  “No, and I could say a lot about you and your fetishes, but I would never use that against you. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what you like. I just hate what you’re doing with our secrets. Don’t ever threaten Paxton or John again.”

  He pushed her against the wall. “You just wait and see!”

  “kitty!” his Master said from behind him.

  Bishop instantly dropped to his knees. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “What’s going on around here?” Donnelly looked at Sydney.

  “Sir, I don’t know who you are but I would be careful with your sub. He likes to identify prominent people who come here and then use the secrets of their desires against them.”

  “Who are you, may I ask?”

  “Yes, Judge Sydney Carlton,” she extended her hand. “He threatened to expose my husband’s and my clerk’s secrets because they like to come here. He was going to use their secrets against me.”

  “Is your husband Paxton? He’s the ADA?”

  “Yes, you know him?”

  “I’ve gone against him in court several times. Smart fucking man. I didn’t realize his wife was a judge. Ma’am, I apologize for my sub. If you wish to file a complaint against my sub, you can talk to Master Devlin. He owns the club and can have my sub removed from membership.”

  “That won’t be necessary.” She rubbed her arm. “I don’t wish to cause a problem. He just blames me for his punishment.”

  “I see,” Donnelly looked down at his sub. “Go to the private room, now, sub!”

  “Yes, Master,” he rose to his feet and headed down the hall.

  “I’m sorry again,” Donnelly said.

  “Thank you but that’s not necessary,” Sydney headed out to the dining room, and walked over to the table. “I’d like to leave right now. We’ll go straight to the house.”

  “Yes, of course, what happened to your arm?” Paxton stood up, along with their two subs.

  “I had a run in with Bishop. I just want to go home.”

  “All right,” Paxton put his arm around her and held on to the leashes of John and Tim. “We’ll go home.”

  Eighteen

  Sydney looked at John and Tim, who were sitting on the sofa across from her. “To be honest, after that run in, I’m not in the mood to play, but you two are welcome to use the guest room, and dress up or whatever you want. You can stay the night, too. Feel free. Unless you have to get home.”

  “I’d like to stay,” Tim looked at John. “Do you mind?”

  “No, that’s fine. I brought some clothes in my bag.”

  “There’s an empty guestroom across the hall from the playroom. You two can use that. Feel free to make use of the house. It’s so big and there are so many rooms that we never even use. If you want some wine, there’s a wine cooler in the kitchen. Please, enjoy yourselves. The staff has been let go for the weekend. Paxton is making sure the guestroom is suitable for you.”

  “Um, there is something else,” John said.

  “Anything,” she smiled.

  “Since I’m your sub, and Tim is Paxton’s sub, we would like your permission to be with each other. Not play, but maybe be intimate with each other.”

  “Oh, of course,” Sydney said. “If that’s what you both agree to, that’s fine. Enjoy yourselves and each other. If you need condoms or lubrication, there are extras in the playroom. You have permission to enter the room to retrieve it.”

  “Not necessary, we have our own,” Tim said. “Um, do I have to ask Paxton for permission?”

  Paxton walked into the room. “Permission for what?”

  “For our subs to have sex with each other, if they feel like it when they are alone.”

  “Oh, and they asked for permission?” he sat down next to his wife. “That’s fine. The room is open and I opened the windows and the doors to the balcony. You two can have the run of the house.”

  “Thank you,” Tim said. “Paxton, we do appreciate it.”

  “Uh, Lady Sydney, what about Bishop? Do you think he’ll cause problems?”

  “He can’t cause problems for me, but you three are the ones with the secrets. I don’t know what his Master, uh, Master Donnelly was going to do with him.”

  “Donnelly?”

  “Yes, why? Oh, he did say he knew you.”

  “He’s a local criminal attorney. Usually deals with stuff on the county level. I’ve dealt with him a few times. A good guy. He’s Bishop’s Master?”

  “The one and the same,” she smiled. “He overheard my discussion with Bishop. I won’t play Bishop’s game. I just don’t want any of you hurt because he’s angry with me.”

  “If he outs me, then he outs me,” John said. “I don’t care. I mean, I do, because I don’t see why my private life has to be broadcasted. But, it would probably be detrimental to both of you,” he looked at Tim and then Paxton.

  “Well, the only one I answer to is my wife,” Tim said. “And we have an agreement. I’m only the DA for another couple years. If they’re going to kick me out because I’m gay, then I think the residents of New York City are going to throw me a fucking parade.”

  Paxton took Sydney’s hand. “I can handle anything as long as I have you by my side.”

  “Always. Why don’t you two go on? Grab some wine and enjoy each other. We may play tomorrow.”

  “Yes, thank you, mistress,” John stood up. “Permission to kiss you goodnight?”

  “Yes, John,” she stood up and kissed his mouth softly. “If you need anything, just help yourself. We’ll be retiring to my, our room soon.”

  Tim stood up and extended his hand to Paxton. “Thanks for letting us stay here tonight.”

  “You’re welcome to stay the weekend, if you want.”

  “Thank you. We’ll let you know,” John said as he and Tim left the room.

  “So, we’re matchmakers?” Paxton smiled.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I think Tim needs to learn some things that only John can teach him. They’l
l be our subs and each other’s lovers. We’ll just see what happens. Maybe someday they won’t feel the need to hide.”

  “Like me, huh?” he stood up and walked over to the bar. He poured himself a glass of Whiskey and drank it down. He poured another glass for himself and one for her. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” she walked over to him. “You’re my husband and I love you. I kept your secret for you. I’m glad I did.”

  He turned toward her and handed her the glass. “You’re glad?”

  “Yes, because it made you fall in love with me,” she smiled. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to fall in love with me. I love you so much and now, you’re sharing yourself with me. Not just us playing or having sex or you being my sub. You’re sharing your heart, your soul with me.”

  “How could I not?” he smiled.

  “That’s what I wondered for years,” she smiled, sipping her whiskey. “My love, do me a favor.”

  “Anything,” he smiled.

  “Grab a full bottle of whiskey, and meet me in our room,” she smiled.

  “We’re going to play?”

  “No, my love, we’re going to spend the rest of the evening in bed,” she grinned, as she strutted out of the living room.

  He grabbed a full bottle and hurried out of the room, following behind her.

  Nineteen

  John walked out of the bathroom and into the guestroom, completely naked. “Why don’t you pour us each a glass of wine and I can show you what I have in my bag?”

  Tim, who was also completely naked, poured them each a glass of wine. He sat down on the love seat next to John. “Before we start, can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course,” John said. “You can ask me anything?”

  “Sydney is your Mistress, but you’re gay?”

  “Well, she had an interest in crossdressers. I’m bisexual but prefer the company of men. Paxton actually called me and when I first dressed up and came here to play, she didn’t know it was me until after. I can’t say what we did, as a sub, I’m not allowed.”