by P Nelson
Walking forward on bare feet, Delaney concentrated on the satisfied expression on Master Linkin’s face and did her best to ignore the looks of the other people on the dungeon floor. This was the BDSM world where people respected your kinks and your body, too. Not everyone could be a great work of art or even feel comfortable naked. But Delaney wasn’t going to let her insecurities ruin tonight.
Turning away from Master Flynn, Martin watched as Delaney came to a halt a couple of feet in front of them. She gave them a smile that lit up his life way before she had become their sub, before sinking down into her slave pose with perfect balance. The only thing he would change was her feet. He would have loved to see a pair of stilettos gracing her slender arches, but Linkin and he had agreed the shoes could wait for playtime outside the dungeon.
Linkin had stepped forward and placed a hand on Delaney’s downturned head. “How are you, little sub?” Watching her breath fall up and down, causing the straps of the harness confection to bite into her flesh made Martin’s cock harden in his leathers. It was going to be a long wait before he received any relief in that department.
“Green, Master Linkin,” Delaney replied on a sigh, and Martin’s chest expanded. He knew she had to be nervous coming to a new place, but she was willing to push her boundaries. The Cage was the safest BDSM club in Vancouver; if they couldn’t convince her to take a spanking in public here, she was never going to get her pretty ass spanked in public again. Linkin helped her up.
“Master Flynn, may I present our sub Delaney.” Martin held out his hand, and she came forward. He tucked her under his arm, while Linkin wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Welcome to The Cage, Delaney. I hope you have a good evening.” Master Flynn welcomed Delaney to the club, and Martin felt a surge of pride as she smiled at the other man.
“Thank you, Master Flynn.” Her eyes swept around the space. “What you have created here, well, even if I had one hundred years I never would have thought of anything so lovely.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Master Flynn replied. Another man came up wearing a shirt that read DM on the front and slapped him on the back. “Something I can help you with, Master Gaige?”
“We need you in the back for a minute.” Master Gaige nodded to both Linkin and Martin.
“Gentleman, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Master Flynn started to follow Master Gaige to the rear of the warehouse.
“We can’t start without you,” Martin called after Master Flynn.
“Start what?” Delaney frowned up at him.
“We told you we have a public scene planned for you tonight.” Martin watched the expression on her face.
“You don’t need another Dom to spank me.” Delaney smiled at him before turning her attention to Linkin. “I think you have both proven that you can do that pretty well.”
“There’s another part of the scene we need to discuss.” Linkin’s eyes had grown soft, and Martin’s heart melted at the sight of both his lovers. Affection, understanding, and loyalty shone out of their gazes as Linkin cleared his throat. “We want to collar you so no other Dom gets ideas about your delectable body.” Delaney’s face froze as she stared at Linkin. Martin realised she was trying to process what he just said. Reaching for the kit bag they had brought out with them, he retrieved the black velvet box.
“Delaney.” Her eyes shifted to his face, and he melted under the green glow of her gaze as it flicked from the box to him again. Understanding dawning in her features, he couldn’t hold back his grin. His little sub was starting to flush. He should have taken charge of this part of the night. Sometimes things needed to be smoothed out a little. He opened the jewellery box, and her eyes fell to the chain and specially made pendant. Delight and joy infused her face before she lifted her chin to stare at him and Linkin who had moved to stand next to him.
“Accept us as your once and always Doms.” He nodded his chin as he held the necklace. “This is what we’re meant to be, this crazy bizarre love triangle. Let us put a collar around your neck and show the world you belong to us or more importantly that we belong to you.”
“Yes.” A grin broke out across her face. “When you say it like that, yes. Yes. Yes.” She threw herself into Martin’s arms and he hugged her to his naked chest. His heart snapped into place as Linkin pressed up against her back and his arms wrapped around them both. He gave Martin a disgruntled look over Delaney’s shoulder.
“That’s what I said,” he complained. Delaney started laughing against his shoulder, and joy went through him.
“No. You did not say that. You said some stuff about ownership and other Doms.” Delaney pulled away long enough to speak. She turned her head and kissed Linkin on the mouth. “I still love you, though.” She took a breath and kissed Martin. “I love you, too.”
“Enough to get up on that stage with us and accept our spanking? Our collar?” Martin insisted.
“I’m green, Master Martin,” Delaney replied.
“Normally, a dominant partner takes his or her sub’s ass when they’re collared.” Linkin dropped his arms and grabbed the kit bag,
“Baby steps, Master Linkin,” Delaney growled.
“I’m merely pointing out regular practice,” Linkin replied as he led Delaney over to the stage area. They had a prime location in The Cage for their ceremony. The spanking wouldn’t be the most erotic public display of the evening, but the commitment ceremony and collaring would be the first one at The Cage. Master Flynn had told Martin and Linkin that meant something. He was building a club with permanence, and he wanted The Cage to be an example of how the lifestyle should operate.
Martin shook his head as he let their argument drift over them as he followed in their wake. He loved them both so much, and tonight he was proving his commitment to their relationship in front of the community he respected.
Delaney stood next to Linkin staring up at the stage. Under the lights, a beautiful wooden and leather spanking bench had been set up. Her heart rate sped up as Martin stepped past her, placing a kiss on her shoulder and climbed the steps to the stage. He set the open jewellery box on a discreet table at the back, along with his kit bag.
“Are you ready, little sub?” Master Linkin was peering down at her. Was she ready? Only this evening she had wanted more of a commitment out of them. She knew her heart would break if they ever left her.
“Yes, Master Linkin.” She responded and placed her hand in his callused one. Leading her up the steps, she came to stand next to Master Martin who held out his other hand to her. She stood between them both, luxuriating in their approving glances hardly having any time to notice the crowd gathering around the stage. It wasn’t until she heard Master Flynn’s booming voice call out that she really looked at the sea of faces surrounding her. Master Flynn stepped up onto the stage and stood just in front of them.
“Welcome to The Cage, everyone!” Master Flynn’s voice rang out. It even sent a shiver down Delaney’s spine as the sub inside her sat up and took notice of another alpha Dom. “I’m very happy you could join me here on the opening night of my little club.” A cheer went up and Delaney let go of her Doms’ hands to clap along with everyone else. “Tonight, I fulfil a dream I’ve had for a very long time. To provide a safe, secure, and, ultimately, fun place for my friends and fellow BDSM community members to practice their kinks without any worry of the mundane world intruding.” Master Flynn took a breath before he looked back at Delaney, Master Martin, and Master Linkin, raising a hand to include them. “I would like you all to join with me in celebrating the first collaring ceremony at The Cage,” Master Flynn announced.
Beaming faces of approval met her gaze, and Delaney relaxed. There were a few scowls to be sure, but for the most part, these were her people, and Delaney was a part of their world. Kinksters in all kinds of relationships were welcome here, even Delaney, Master Linkin, and Master Martin’s bizarre love triangle. There was a roar of applause, and Delaney couldn’t help but look up at her Masters w
ho were beaming with pride. Master Flynn moved to stand behind them, and Martin and Linkin shifted for the crowd to at least a get a partial view of their profiles. Delaney had no choice but to face Master Flynn, her exposed ass to the crowd.
She held her hands out, and each one of her Doms grabbed hold of her. Letting out a deep breath, she did her best to compose her emotions. It was hard with all the adrenaline running through her system, she didn’t want to forget a single moment of this.
“The commitment between Doms and subs is much more binding than that between man and wife,” Master Flynn began. Delaney tried to take in his words, but all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears. Without the support of Master Linkin and Master Martin, she would be a quivering mess on the stage. She tried again to concentrate on Master Flynn’s words as he looked between her two Doms.
“Do you Master Linkin, Master Martin swear to uphold the principles of the dominant lifestyle, protect your sub from all harm and always strive to provide for her needs?” His look was so fierce; Delaney had to consciously try not to step back.
“Yes,” Linkin replied in a hard, challenging voice.
“Yes,” said Master Martin, his voice no less hard, but laced with a smile.
“And you, Delaney. Do you promise to accept your Doms’ dominance and punishments and strive to bless them with your submission?” Master Flynn’s hard, serious face made her want to squirm, but she held his gaze through sheer will power.
“Yes, Master Flynn. I will take Master Linkin and Master Martin’s dominance into myself and give them the submission they both crave.” Delaney watched as Master Flynn’s expression turned from stern to happy in the blink of an eye.
“Gentlemen, you have the collar?” Master Flynn nudged the two Doms into action. Master Martin stepped over to the small table and picked the shining necklace out of the black folds. There were several appreciative murmurs from the crowd, and Delaney knew she was a very lucky girl. Martin came back to stand behind her next to Linkin. His hand came around her throat with one side of the collar. She looked down to stare at the glittering chain, with diamonds winking in and out of the light. Linkin’s hand met Martin’s, and he grasped one end of the collar. He brought it around her neck and Delaney felt the cool metal instantly warm.
“With this collar,” Linkin began.
“We three are bound,” Martin finished, and she felt one of them lift her hair to clasp the necklace in place. Hands fell away, and her hair came down over her neck again. She only had a moment to stare in wonder at the beautiful necklace around her throat before Master Flynn came forward with a huge smile and wrapped his arms around her body.
“Congratulations, Delaney. May you have many happy years ahead of you with your Doms.” He pulled away and Delaney saw a flash of pain in his eyes before it disappeared behind a mask of happiness. The strong arms of both her Doms came around her and suddenly the three of them were kissing and laughing at the same time, the tension of the evening releasing.
“The ceremony is not quite over yet,” Master Flynn announced, and there were a few wolf whistles from the crowd. Master Linkin and Master Martin stepped back from her, their Dom expressions fixed on their faces. “Now, usually a claiming ceremony comes with some fantastic public anal sex. However, since this is their first public scene with their sub, her Doms felt a public spanking would be more in line with her needs.” Murmurs of approval rippled through the crowd. Linkin rode the wave of the first shot of adrenaline as it shocked his system. Looking down at Delaney, he felt a part of him couldn’t believe she was actually his and Martin’s sub.
“Come, little sub, let me help you.” Linkin held out his hand, and Delaney went to him with love and trust in her eyes. Master Flynn helped Martin bring the beautifully made spanking bench closer to the front of the stage. “Are you ready, Delaney?” Linkin asked her softly.
“Yes, Master Linkin,” she replied, and he could tell she was trying to hold back her grin. She was such a cheeky little sub. Linkin had enjoyed Delaney’s brattiness as it meant he always had an excuse to give her the discipline she craved.
“What’s your safe word, sub?” Martin asked in a voice that carried over the crowd. Master Flynn had left the stage and was watching quietly with the rest of the crowd. This was what would make The Cage different from other clubs. The insistence on safe, sane, and consensual protocol for all its members, Linkin watched Delaney’s facial expressions carefully.
“Deciduous, Master,” Delaney replied crisply. “And the stoplight system is red to stop, yellow to slow down, and green is good.”
“Very good, little sub.” Martin held a hand out to her. “Now up you go.” Linkin stepped up and took Delaney’s other hand as she used a portable stepladder to get up onto the spanking bench frame. Laying down her torso facing away from the crowd, each of her luscious breasts on either side of the leather, she rested her head on one end. Her ass was in the air, perfect to take his and Martin’s discipline.
“Grab the handles,” Linkin instructed as he went to the front of the bench. Delaney complied immediately. Grabbing onto the polished wooden handles that rested on the runners along each side of the spanking bench. Martin had gone around the back to clip her ankles into place, spreading her legs out wider to give the audience a teasing glimpse of her asshole and pussy. The leather strap wouldn’t allow them a full view, but Linkin’s cock was hard just thinking about how much all those other Doms would like to peel the leather away from her ass and pussy and bury their heads in her scent.
Ripping his mind back to the task at hand, Linkin wrapped each of Delaney’s wrists in the leather cuffs. Each one had a soft lining to make sure her skin didn’t chafe if she pulled against them. He double-checked to make sure they weren’t too tight. Linkin gave Delaney a kiss on the forehead, before joining Martin on one side of Delaney’s exposed ass. His lover was already massaging Delaney’s cheeks getting them ready for the spanking to come. They had agreed on using their hands, Delaney would have enjoyed paddles more, but this was about connection. The three of them sharing something of themselves with each other through the contact of skin and flesh.
“Ready, sub?” Martin asked.
“Yes, Master Martin.” Delaney’s reply would have been just loud enough for the crowd to hear.
“Good, we want to hear a count from you. It’s fifty smacks, twenty-five from each of us.” Linkin’s voice rang out and he met Martin’s gaze over Delaney’s ass. A peace settled through Linkin’s chest. The whole night had been stressful; he was unsure how Delaney would react to the collaring ceremony. She liked her freedom, and he had a very hard time giving it to her. But right here, right now, there was no other place he wanted to be. This was perfection.
Martin nodded at him, and Linkin spread his legs wide and rolled his shoulders back. He lifted his hand and smacked Delaney on the ass cheek closest to him. A tingling sensation started in his palm as he heard the satisfying sound of his hand meeting her ass.
“One,” Delaney cried out breathlessly. Martin hauled back and let his own hand fall on Delaney’s ass. The sound going straight to Linkin’s cock. He lifted his hand and thought of all the ways he was going to debauch his sub tonight. Along with Martin, they planned to fully ravage her.
Time suspended as Linkin focused all his attention on punishing his sub. Martin and he had worked her over plenty in the past year but never in front of a crowd. He was so proud as she continued to count out even though he could hear the tears. Her voice began to quaver, and Linkin caught Martin’s eye. She was going into subspace. An occurrence that happened more frequently when they played together. Linkin felt as if he were the tallest man in the room at that moment. Nothing else mattered but the three of them.
Martin finished his last smack, and the two of them rubbed Delaney’s abused flesh. Squatting down, he looked into Delaney’s half-closed eyes.
“Are you ready to suck your Master’s cock and drink everything he gives you?” Martin said he wasn’t
romantic, but Delaney got him. Her eyes widened, and her mouth curved in pleasure.
“Yes, please, Master Linkin.” Her voice choked with tears. Linkin nodded at Martin, and they went about untying their sub. The crowd started to disperse as other scenes had started on the stages around them. Tonight would be a night of celebration, but the three of them had their own private plans. The Cage was officially open, and they just finished the first collaring ceremony to grace its hallowed walls.
