by Diane Leyne
Mal and Mike took her through the outdoor areas first, showing her the beach and then the pool area. There were actually three pools, a big free-form one, a small one, although small was a relative term, and for those who liked to do laps, there was one that looked to be about half Olympic size.
Then there was the gym. There were indoor and outdoor exercise areas with every piece of equipment she could have desired and a few she had never seen before. Mike had just laughed at her questions and promised to demonstrate the next day.
Then they went to the large outdoor stage area where the evening entertainment would occur that was apparently a public play area by day. Again, there were a number of items she didn’t recognize and a few she unfortunately did from her reading including a St. Andrew’s Cross and several spanking benches.
Inside, there was a large room that could have been a disco, but besides the music system also included spanking benches and had chains hanging from the ceiling and walls. Down the hall were the private theme rooms that guests could book including the schoolroom, doctor’s office, and one that looked like a medieval dungeon.
By the time they got to the private rooms, the crotch of her shorts were well and truly soaked, especially with Mike whispering in her ear at each stop, explaining what he planned to do to her at each location while Mal, with an amused glint in his eye, gave her the dry, academic explanation of the piece of equipment or the room they were looking at.
It was getting late and she was starting to get hungry again when they announced the tour was almost over. They were just going to do a quick run through the residential area and show her a couple of the typical rooms, and then she could go back and freshen up for dinner.
They started with one of the private cabins. The living room area was lovely and tropical and calming, but what she saw in the bedroom caused a gasp of surprise to pop out. The bed was huge, and on one side there were chains and cuffs. She also saw a spanking bench and a cabinet with glass doors, which contained several dildos, a selection of butt plugs, and some paddles. The next room was even more shocking, with the cage at the foot of the bed, coils of rope in the cabinet, and a winch hanging from the ceiling.
She could see Mike and Mal waiting for her to say something, but she was too overwhelmed. Maybe tomorrow she would ask why someone needed a winch in their bedroom. For now, she just wanted to take a quick shower and grab a bite to eat.
She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy, especially when she saw her suitcases had been placed in the large closet and realized that this was the cabin the brothers were staying in and that they expected her to live there with them.
* * * *
She stood in the shower as Mike soaped her body, his hands washing her as thoroughly as the brothers had kissed her upon entering their suite. This time, Mal had fucked her from behind while she sucked off Mike. It had been just as exciting as before, and her body was still weak from the force of her release.
When he finally helped her out of the shower and dried her body, she was ready to just go straight to sleep, but he sat her down in a chair and proceeded to dry her hair. Again she protested, but just like in the shower, Mike disregarded her objections.
“You are ours now, and we look after what is ours.” He seemed to think that ended the discussion, and Rebecca conceded that he was probably right as she sat meekly letting him groom her.
“Beautiful.” She looked up at the sound and colored as she realized that Mal had been watching. “Next time I get to bathe our sub,” he declared.
“Now, I’ve laid out some clothes for you as you’ll probably be too shy to be completely naked in public the first day. Now let me help you get into it.”
She wanted to protest that she’d been dressing herself for most of her life, but she’d already learned not to argue once the brothers had made up their minds. And it was kind of nice to feel so pampered although her “lady’s maids” were two extremely hot alpha males.
She looked down at the clothes on the bed. They weren’t anything she’d arrived with.
Mal smiled. “Mike apparently has some heretofore undiscovered Boy Scout tendencies. He picked these up for you.”
“I remembered your smoking body from San Francisco, and I also remembered how conservatively you dressed outside the gym.” He sounded smugly pleased with himself, and Rebecca found out why when Mal helped her on with the clothes.
The color, a pale green, was beautiful and went well with her coloring. However, the skirt, if she could call it that, started about six inches below her belly button and ended about three inches below her butt cheeks. It was also slightly see-through, and they didn’t see fit to provide panties.
The top was a halter, which meant that her whole stomach and back were exposed. When Mal finished tying it on her at the back and neck, he finally let her have a look in the mirror. The top was even more transparent than the skirt. Her breasts and nipples were clearly visible.
“As I said before. Beautiful.” He slid his hands up her sides and then into the loose neck of the halter to cup her breasts. He leaned down and nibbled her neck, only letting go when Mike interrupted carrying a strip of leather.
“A proper sub is never completely dressed without her collar. This will serve two purposes. One, it will remind you that you belong to us, and two, it will show others that you have a Master, or in this case Masters, and they won’t hit on you. That should also keep Caleb and Chris from getting ideas.”
She only had a moment to admire the thick leather collar with the D ring hanging down the front when he snapped on a leash and ordered, “Come.”
Chapter Ten
Mike grinned at the look of outrage on her face, but she swallowed her protest and followed meekly along.
“Good girl,” he murmured before leading her down the hall, walking beside his brother with her trailing after them. Talking too quietly for Rebecca to hear, he and Mal decided that she’d done extremely well so they wouldn’t push too hard at dinner. She also seemed tired, so they’d all have an early night. Tomorrow would be soon enough for her intensive training to begin.
Only the main restaurant was open. It was a good chance to work the kinks out before opening day even if they only customers were staff. Mike picked out a nice corner table and led the way. There were only two chairs. Mal slid into one of them. Rebecca went to take the other, stopping abruptly when he pulled back on her leash.
“Baby, the use of furniture is a privilege for subs, not a right.”
“How am I supposed to eat?”
“How did you eat at lunch time?”
He watched the color rise in her face as she realized what he meant. He waited a moment before taking pity on her. Sitting down, he pulled her into his lap.
“Poor subbie. You will be able to feed yourself occasionally, especially when you are working, but you’ll find out soon enough that subs generally eat one of three ways when they are with their Doms. They kneel beside the table and are fed by hand. Or, if they are very good, they may sit on their Master’s lap and be fed by hand.”
“What’s the third way, Sir, or don’t I want to know?”
“Good girl, remembering to say Sir.” He kissed her cheek. “Bad subs, or those requiring obedience training, eat on the ground.” He directed her attention to the pretty blond on her hands and knees on the ground beside a table with a couple of laughing Doms. The blond was eating from a dog dish, her face right down in her food.
Alarmed, she turned to Mal and then Mike.
“You wouldn’t make me do that, would you, Sirs?”
“Only if you needed it. Remember, you’ve given yourself to us for the next two weeks to be trained as we see fit.”
He watched the arousal and the fear war with each other. He thought the arousal was winning, and just to be sure, he slipped his hand inside her lose halter and gripped her breast. He felt her stiffen at first and then relax into his embrace.
The meal passed all too quickly. When the food had c
ome, they took the collar off her and allowed her to sit in her own chair while she ate. She tried to ask questions, but they insisted on waiting until dessert, keeping the conversation light and flowing, making sure that Rebecca was included.
* * * *
Rebecca looked at the chocolate lava cake placed in front of her and could feel her mouth watering. If it was half as good as the meal she’d just eaten, it would be ambrosia on a plate. The men had chosen the same dessert for all of them, and they all tucked in enthusiastically before settling down with a coffee for them and Darjeeling tea for her.
The day had been overwhelming to say the least. She’d expected to be eased into things gradually, but first there was Mal glowering at her and then kissing her silly and then Mike who she’d liked so much when she was training him.
And then the picnic and she’d agreed to full sub training, not just enough to know how to deal with the customers, and then they’d fucked her brains out. There was really no other way to say it. They had fucked her silly. She still didn’t remember getting back on the boat with them. One minute she was convulsing as Mal caressed her forehead and Mike pounded into her from behind, and the next, she was wrapped in a blanket in Mike’s arms on the boat.
She was tired now, unsuccessfully stifling a yawn. Mike grinned and leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“We just have a few things to talk about, and then we’ll head back to the room for an early night.” He turned to his brother. “I’ve been thinking. Neither of us has ever been into the idea of having a twenty-four-seven slave. Besides the fact that it’s too much work, Rebecca is here for a job, and she needs to have the freedom to do it as she sees fit without us around to supervise.”
“Are you suggesting we train her to the collar? She’ll have the cuffs to show her status to the staff. The collar will let her know her role with us.”
“Can I ask what that means, Sirs?”
“Of course. As a part of your work uniform, you’ll wear wrist cuffs. In fact, all of the subs whether staff or visitor will wear cuffs that have color-coding. You’ll wear black cuffs with blue trim to show you are staff and green trim to show you have a Master, or in this case, Masters. That means no one will hit on you.
“But we can’t have you in full sub mode all the time. You won’t be able to do your job if you can’t speak until spoken to or have to wait for our orders. It would be like that back on the mainland, too. You would have a life and a job and friends and family, and you wouldn’t be very happy if you had to defer to us for everything, and frankly, we don’t want a slave who is completely dependent on us. We like talking to you and, yes, even arguing with you when you are wrong like at dinner when you insisted that Mad Men was better than The Walking Dead.
“But when it comes to sex, we are both Dominant and will expect your complete submission. Hence, training to the collar. When we put your collar on, we expect you to strip naked, drop to your knees, and assume the position awaiting our orders, provided we are somewhere appropriate. When the collar is off, you can speak freely as long as you are respectful, and you can take the initiative without waiting for our instructions.”
He paused, clearly waiting for her reaction. The thoughts were going a mile a minute in her brain, and she tried to formulate a coherent response.
“I read, well to be honest, studied Mr. McClain’s book very closely. What you are proposing seems very reasonable to me. May we discuss this again after I’ve had a chance to experience it, Sir? Should I be calling you Sir when I’m not wearing the collar?”
“We will discuss it again in a few days. As for what to call us. That’s a good question. If we were on the mainland with regular day jobs, I’d say that you only had to call us Sir when you were collared, but you’ll be dealing with Doms here. They will all need to be called Sir, so you might as well keep the habit up. Besides, I like hearing you call me Sir. In fact, there’s only one title I’d like hearing more.”
“What’s that?”
“Master. But I don’t expect that yet. The title of Master has to be earned. I—we are hoping that at the end of the two-week trial period, we’ll have earned that title.”
Rebecca looked at Mike. He looked so sweet and earnest that she wanted to call him Master just to please him, but she also appreciated what he had to say. How did she get so lucky to meet Mike and Mal on her first day? Well, technically, she’d met Mike before, and part of the reason she was here was because he’d recommended her, but still…the last man who was interested her was that creepy Holtzman. Mal and Mike were a quite a step up. Hell, a caveman would have been a step up.
On the other hand, she’d fanatizised about having sexy adventures and being like Carrie Bradshaw and sleeping with all sorts of interesting men. If she tied herself down to two men now… She had to chuckle. “Tie herself down to two men.” That was not a concept she’d ever considered before. And what wonderful two men they were.
Mal leaned over and placed a hand under her chin, turning her gaze to him.
“I wonder what you are chuckling about. Judging by the look on your face, it’s something naughty.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly. “But you look sleepy, too. You’ve had quite a day, and I fear we have worn you out. We’ll head back to the room, have a quick fuck, maybe shove a small butt plug up your ass, and then call it a night.”
Rebecca felt her mouth fall open, but no words came out.
“You said on your questionnaire that you’d never had anal. Well, pet, if you are going to properly serve two Masters, you are going to have to learn to take us both at once, and we want that experience to be as good for you as it will be for us, hence the preparation. We’ll working on stretching that ass every day until it’s ready for a cock.
“Now, time to head back to the room and get started.”
She looked from Mal to Mike and back again. She could see that he was deadly serious, and she jumped as she felt Mike’s hand slide down and grip her butt cheek.
“I can’t wait until your ass is ready for me. You are going to love having a cock in both holes so much that you’ll feel empty any other way.”
“But…but…but…” Rebecca tried to protest, but she couldn’t get any other words out as visions of both men taking her at the same time filled her head, almost overwhelming her.
“But what, honey? Your butt? That’s ours now, and don’t you forget it.”
Chapter Eleven
The first week passed swiftly. Between training for her job by day and training as Mal and Mike’s sub by night and even sometimes during the day and trying to fit in time for her thesis, the days flew by.
On the first day, she got a better look at the facilities and met some of the other staff. There were two main residential buildings of three stories each. She’d seen the east one. The west one was still under construction, but very close to being done. The private bungalows were done as well. There were a dozen of them, including the one that she was staying in with Mike and Mal. She would miss it when they had to move out to make way for the paying guests, but in the meantime she was going to enjoy the private pool that came right up to their patio doors and the giant bed big enough for an orgy.
The brothers took her sub training seriously. They collared her as soon as they entered their shared room, and she was required to strip and kneel before them. Her body was theirs, and she was forbidden to orgasm without permission. She’d broken that rule a couple of times and still had the pink ass to show for it.
Each morning she awoke to one or the other of the brothers inside her while the other watched, waiting his turn. They’d dispensed with condoms almost immediately since Rebecca was on birth control and none of them had been sexually active since taking the required medical exams for the job and all three had passed.
When they were done, they’d all have a shower and then one or the other of the brothers would take his time rubbing sunscreen into every nook and crevice of her body. This generally led to more sex, and she wasn�
��t objecting in the slightest. The brothers enjoyed watching their cum oozing out of her in the shower, running down her legs before they washed it away. Rebecca realized that she enjoyed the possession in their gazes as they did this.
At the beginning of the second week, after the typical “wake up, fuck, and sunscreen massage,” the three of them grabbed a light breakfast and she joined Mike in the gym while Mal worked on some paperwork. They had sketched out the schedule of classes they were offering the visitors and were now working on a couples’ workout class.
Rebecca waited while Mike put on the music he had picked out. She could see her naked body reflected in the mirrored walls of the room. Mike had insisted she be naked since most of the subs taking the class would be naked. That didn’t explain why he was teaching in the nude, but she didn’t argue. She had a feeling she knew how it was all going to end. In fact, she was counting on it.
They’d sketched out the class a couple of times, but today, they would be going through it from beginning to end. It would be forty-five minutes of intense couples exercise that combined Pilates and yoga. Mike had originally planned to include aerobics, but Rebecca had convinced him that no woman over an A cup would do aerobics naked. He made her demonstrate with some jumping jacks and had to acknowledge that it did look uncomfortable.
