We’re sitting away from the other parents and nannies. My stomach is tight and boiling with nerves. I only hope I don’t let an inappropriate fart slip out. My body likes to betray me like that when the anxiety is high. Thankfully I didn’t order the bean salad.
Sawyer munches on his shrimp salad while I chew on my apple, avoiding my avocado and bean sprout sandwich, just in case avocadoes cause gas.
“Maya, Isaiah asked you how much you know about BDSM last night.” He puts down his salad and pins me with those deep brown eyes.
I nod and try not to choke on my apple.
“Would you …” His jaw works as he searches for the right words. “Are you curious about our world? About domination and submission?”
I look away from his intense gaze and count blades of grass while I try to think of the best way to answer him. “Honestly? I’ve never really thought about it. With my brother being sick, most of my thoughts center around paying the bills and staying in school.”
He nods again and sadness passes over his handsome face. “If you had the chance to make enough money to never worry again, enough to help your brother and pay off school, would you do it?”
I stop chewing and stare at him. My heart threatens to leap into my throat, but I swallow it down. “That would depend on the job.”
He sighs, looks toward the children to make sure they’re still absorbed by their play, peers around to make sure no one else is near us. “Let me level with you. Isaiah… As you know, Isaiah and I were in a polyamorous relationship. Isaiah and his late wife met me at a place called Surrender. It’s actually a large corporation dealing in … let’s say fantasies. Sexual fantasies.”
He pauses and gauges my reaction. I try to keep my expression one of calm composure and nod for him to continue.
“I was their submissive. Sometimes I was their dominant. I’m still both to Isaiah. They contracted me through Surrender Inc., and then, well, we fell in love. Jaden and Marta are the results of our thirteen happy years. Shanae is my step daughter, but I love her as much as my own children. Anyway, I’m veering off course here. What I’m trying to say is, Isaiah and I want another submissive. We tried to contract a particular mistress through Surrender, but that didn’t work out.”
“What happened?” I blurt, suddenly curious but hoping my impromptu question isn’t too insensitive.
“The submissive ran off and eloped with a dom she worked with at one of Surrender’s clubs.” He smirked. “Isaiah was livid. I can’t be too mad, though. She’s in love. People do all kinds of crazy shit when they’re in love.”
I grin at Sawyer. His easygoing manner is such a contrast to his burly, brusque partner.
“Anyway, we can contract a submissive from outside the corporation. And, after last night, Isaiah decided he’d like that submissive to be you.”
I chew on my bottom lip, inhale deeply. “How do you feel about this?”
Sawyer shows wide, white teeth when he smiles. “I like you a lot, Maya. You’re great with the kids, and you had an instant rapport with Isaiah and me, too. I’d be all for it, but I want to make sure you’re 100% comfortable before you sign anything. This lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and it will change you.”
“It’ll be a lot to adjust to, won’t it?”
He considers his next words, then, “BDSM isn’t for everyone, but I have a feeling you’d adjust to the world quite well. I see a natural switch in you, like me.” He stands and offers me his hand. “Think about it, Maya. Tomorrow you can look over the contract Isaiah’s preparing. If you aren’t comfortable with it, with anything, please tell us. And if you don’t want the job, we’ll understand.”
“I’d be working as your sex toy.” I squeak the words.
“You’d be our partner. Not an object,” he reassures. “And the money would make your life very easy.”
I chew my bottom lip again. Easy is a state I haven’t experienced a lot in my life. It would be nice to get a break and share it with my brother. Part of me just wants to say yes and screw the details, but that wouldn’t be wise. So I agree to meet with Sawyer and Isaiah tomorrow to look over this new proposition.
***
As I scan the contract the next day, I try not to give away my reaction to certain clauses. I’ll be naked, or semi-naked, for many engagements in this new sexual role playing life. Lingerie, stockings, garters, this is the uniform of a submissive, it appears. Ropes, spankings, whips are all a part of my future if I sign this agreement.
The salary promised is beyond generous. I could get a mortgage on a nice place for Xander, Patty, and the kids. All his meds and my entire education would be paid for. I just have to guarantee my services for a minimum of four years.
Isaiah paces as I flip through the contract. He’s dressed in a crème linen suit and pale green shirt that turn his raw sex appeal up to eleven. I sneak too many peeks at him as I read through the pages.
Before they handed me the document, Sawyer and Isaiah showed me a video of a BDSM event. My focus was glued to the laptop, my mouth agape, as I watched a bound blonde with a ball gag take a spanking that left her butt cherry red.
I swallowed. “Will I have to do that?”
Isaiah gave a sexy sideways grin. “Among other things.”
Now I lay the contract down and look at them both. Isaiah stops pacing and Sawyer takes a seat beside me.
“So, how do you feel about our proposition?” Sawyer’s warm brown eyes calm me.
I take a deep breath, square my shoulders. “We’ll start slow?” My gaze darts between them.
“Of course.” Sawyer’s strong fingers close over my hand. “We’ll train you before you ever set foot inside a Surrender resort or club. You won’t be exposed to a crowd until you’re ready.”
“Just the two of us,” Isaiah adds. “For now.”
I let the deep breath I’ve been holding go, glance at the contract again. I reason with myself that if Isaiah and Sawyer have raised such wonderful children, I can trust them. Submit to them. The thought sends a thrilling shiver up my spine. Inside of me, fright wars with a glimmer of anticipation.
“Hand me a pen, please?” I say to Sawyer, but Isaiah swoops in, wearing a triumphant smile, and places one in my hand.
“We’re so happy you’ve decided to accept our offer,” he says, lowering to his haunches beside my chair. He presses a brief kiss to my temple as I sign the contract. The pen almost goes awry and my signature is a shaky chicken scratch.
“Welcome to our world, Maya,” Sawyer says.
***
My first day of training, or rather night, begins after we put the kids to bed. The house is tomb-quiet as we make our way down the stairs to the dungeon. My heart patters like a scared rabbit and I have to focus on my breathing to keep it regulated.
We exchange no words on our journey. Isaiah walks in front of me and Sawyer is behind us. When the door to the dungeon swings open, my heart beats harder and my throat tightens.
Here we go, I think, wondering if I’m ready for this.
Isaiah and Sawyer are wearing tight leather pants that leave nothing to the imagination. Their leather boots clack across the polished floor. They’re shirtless, and muscles ripple as they move me into the room and over to an apparatus that reminds me of a pommel horse. There are shackles attached to the horse’s pommels and two more at the base.
“We’ll start light.” Sawyer runs a hand down my arm after noticing my anxiety. “As promised.” He gives me a tender smile.
Isaiah is not so gentle. “Approach the device.” After I do so, he continues. “Now we’re in the dungeon, you will refer to myself and Sawyer as sir. You will be our mistress, and whenever we’re in play you will assume a submissive role, unless we’re doing a switch scene. Understood?”
I simply nod and look toward the floor, as they’ve instructed me. This, I have learned, is part of my submissive role.
“Good,” Isaiah comments on my yielding posture. “You learn and submit quickly. Wel
l done. Now get undressed.”
My eyes flare wide open and I look between him and Sawyer. “But … you said we’d start light.”
Isaiah’s nostrils flare in obvious annoyance. Sawyer’s gaze darts between the two of us and once more he assumes the role of mediator. “We did promise her that, Isaiah.”
“We’re in play,” Isaiah snaps. “It’s sir now.” Then he turns his attention on me and glares. “Fine. You can keep your dress on, but I want your panties removed. Now.”
I cross my arms protectively over my chest, glance back at Sawyer. He gives me a nod of encouragement. There’s no getting out of this, so with shaky fingers I slide my simple grey dress up my legs and slip out of the cotton briefs I’m wearing.
At the sight of my bargain store underwear, Isaiah’s eyebrows raise. “We’ll have to get you some proper lingerie this weekend.”
My cheeks flame from his disapproval. I nod and keep my eyes glued to the floor as I approach the pommel horse.
Isaiah guides my wrist into one shackle while Sawyer binds the other. As they do so, Sawyer explains what will happen tonight. “We’re going to start with a light spanking. Isaiah and I are primarily into pleasure found through pain and orgasm denial. The BDSM experience is different for everyone. You’ll only experience minor pain in this session. We’ll moderate the strikes with pleasing touches.” He caresses my inner thigh to punctuate his last words. I stiffen from his touch, but a heatwave floods my pussy and makes it tingle.
Isaiah takes up the instructions. “Tonight you’ll experience the high that comes from endorphin release. When we cause you pain, your brain fills your bloodstream with adrenaline, making you feel euphoric. This and the chemicals released when you experience pleasure will comingle to create an amazing release. You’ll understand once we’ve finished with you.”
My skin prickles as they spread my legs and strap each ankle into a shackle. Electricity seems to skip through my every cell. I place my cheek against the cool leather of the saddle and close my eyes. I’m terrified and filled with anticipation.
Slowly my dress is inched up to my waist. The soft fabric gliding up over my butt makes my sex tingle all the more. My legs weaken, and for a moment I’m glad for the extra support the ankle shackles give me. Cool air sweeps over my exposed skin and I bite my lip, squeeze my eyes shut tight. I’m fully exposed and vulnerable. Heat floods my cheeks and my pulse pounds in my ears as I wait for what happens next.
A soft, wide palm cups one butt cheek. I bit my lip harder as the warmth from his skin seeps into me, sending electric shocks out from his touch. My pussy throbs and grows wet.
His hand swirls circles over my goose pimpled skin, then it moves lower, stroking the crease where my ass meets upper thigh. His caress calms and titillates me. I almost let a sigh escape, but I remember their instructions not to let any sounds escape me until they tell me I can. So I push the noise back down my throat.
Another hand curls around my other leg, near the knee, and it massages the muscles there, moving upward as it continues to knead away my tension. My eyes flutter closed and I focus on my breathing as I will myself not to react verbally. The hands brush over the cleft between my upper thigh and sex, making me wriggle in reaction. I want them to touch me there, but my wanton need humiliates me. I want to throw all self-control away and beg them to pleasure me. The needy lust growing inside surprises me. I’ve never been so unchecked with my desire.
A sharp slap cracks against my ass and I let out a little squeak of shock.
“You reacted without permission, mistress,” Isaiah speaks in a commanding tone that makes me shiver. “Do not move until we say you can.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmur against the cool leather.
“Good girl,” he drawls, his tone oozing over me like warm honey.
The hands return, stroking up and down my legs and ass, skimming oh so close to my sex but never touching it. Soon I’m mad with lust, and I let out a small sigh and wiggle atop the saddle again, despite the warning to stay still.
Thwack! Another sharp slap jiggles my bum and makes me shriek.
“Stay still,” Isaiah commands again. “And quiet.”
I bite my lip to keep my outbursts restrained.
“Now we’re going to spank you while we touch you, tease you,” Sawyer tells me, his voice husky with want. “When we’re done, we’ll make you come, but only if you’re ready to take it that far. You may respond, mistress.”
The blood pounds like a drum in my ears. “I’m … not ready for sex yet.”
“There are other ways we can make you come, mistress,” Isaiah growls.
My breath grows ragged and shaky at the prospect. As heat burns my face once more, I whisper, “Yes, please make me come.”
Sawyer leans over and plants a kiss near my ear. “Oh, we will, sweetheart. We will.”
Then all semblance of tenderness evaporates as a harder slap is delivered to my ass. I grit my teeth as I rock forward on the saddle. The pain radiates through my cheek and my skin is alive with fire. I absorb the sensation as they’ve told me to, letting it melt into my flesh instead of fighting it. A wave of euphoria washes over my brain as the sting dissipates.
One continues to caress me from knees to groin while the other dom plants another slap on my butt. The sting is deep and searing now. I squeeze my eyes shut so tight I see stars and I bite my lip until I faintly taste blood.
“How does that feel, mistress?” Isaiah intones in my ear. “The pain and pleasure, do you like it? You can speak.”
I lick my lips, try to form words through my daze. A reedy, “Yessss,” is all I can manage.
A deep chuckle rumbles up from his chest, sending a thrill up my spine as I anticipate the next slap. “I knew you would be a natural at this.”
Another blow rockets me forward and I let out a small grunt, but they don’t admonish me this time. Fingers splay my sex and explore it with sensual strokes. The fire there burns white-hot and a moan tries to tease its way past my lips.
Another fierce blow lands across my ass and I squeeze my eyes shut so tight tears squeeze out the corners. Fingers pinch my clit then flit across it, making me arch my hips and press backward into the touch. Again, I am not punished, and I’m thankful since the intense sting from the last slap still lingers.
“Tell us how you want us to make you come,” Isaiah commands.
“Please … rub me…” I beg, blushing as sweat beads my forehead.
“Rub you where? Rub you how? This is no time to be subtle. Be specific, mistress, or I’ll have to punish you further.”
I lick my lips. A shiver traces up my spine. “Rub my clitoris. Rub and pinch it.” The heat in my face burns hotter. I’ve never been so needy for an orgasm in all my life. Sure, there have been a couple guys before this, but what I did with them was vanilla compared to this.
One of the doms complies, running slick fingers back and forth over my swollen clit, moving fast then slow until liquid heat builds there and spreads through my loins. I buck backward into his touch like a cat in heat. Thankfully there are no punishments for my abandon, so I dare a small moan, which also goes unpunished.
One of them kisses his way up my spine and then whispers in my ear, “How else can we pleasure you, mistress? Would you like me to slip my fingers deep inside you? Find that sweet spot and stroke it just right?”
His words make my whole body flood with lust and heat. I’m humiliated, but I’m also the most turned on I’ve ever been in my life. Our acts are so carnal, primal, raw. I hover on the edge of an intense climax.
“Please.” My voice is breathy and thin. “Please… yes.”
“As you wish, mistress. Here is your reward for being such a good girl.” Warm fingers slide inside me and curl, seeking out that sweet spot. “Consider your first lesson a success.”
Something deep inside me flutters and I moan loudly, pressing my face hard into the leather beneath it. There is pressure and a tightness in my lower belly. His touc
h rouses a wonderful sensation that unfurls and spreads out through my groin, down my legs. It makes me rock my hips and whimper as it builds and builds.
Then I let out a little scream as a hot, wet tongue flicks over my engorged clit. The pleasure vibrates through my clitoris and lower belly. I fist my hands in my bonds and rock my hips back and forth, greedy to take in all the bliss these fingers and tongue have to give.
He takes my clit deep into his mouth and flits his tongue rapidly back and forth over it. I clench my hands tighter in my bonds and let out another groan. The fingers inside me thrust slow and probe deep, curling and caressing with an expert’s touch. It isn’t long before I’m trembling atop the bench and my whole body tenses from the impact of the orgasm that explodes through me. I’m left shattered and sweating as I tremble from the force of my release.
The doms unfasten my bonds and help me up off the pommel horse. They kiss me tenderly and gather me into their arms. “Well done, Maya. If you enjoyed that, we promise paradise with lesson number two.”
My heart does a butterfly dance as I follow them upstairs, tiptoeing as we go.
***
“So, how’s the new job going?” Ethan’s eyes are wide and I can tell by his impish grin he’s dying for news.
I’ve definitely got enough to keep him happy for a week. Ethan loves a juicy piece of gossip, and the tale I’m about to tell is juicy indeed.
I feel that now familiar blush creep into my cheeks. “It’s pretty fantastic.” I sip my coffee and give him a look that says I have more, but he’s got to dig if I’m going to dish.
“You tease.” He reaches over the table to poke me. “There’s something you’re not telling me. Come on. Don’t make me beg. Did Isaiah ravish you in the office or something?”
“No, not exactly.” I smirk, stir my espresso, play it out a while to torture my best friend. “He and Sawyer ravished me in the dungeon.”
His eyes practically swallow his face and his mouth gapes so wide I can see his tonsils. “Get out. They didn’t. You didn’t. Did you?”
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