by Diane Leyne
Maybe they had been delivered to the master, but that didn’t make any sense since someone, maybe Sean, had removed her old clothes from this bedroom. She checked the door for a robe, but not even that was available.
She colored at a sudden thought.
Was she supposed to come down naked? I think not. Grabbing the huge bath towel, she wrapped it around herself and then used the banana clip that had held her towel out of the bath water to hold it closed.
Then she took a deep breath. Exactly sixty seconds to showtime. She opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall.
It was time to get started.
Chapter Eight
Michelle walked slowly down the stairs, her heart beating a mile minute. She had to deliberately slow her breathing to stop from hyperventilating. She walked slowly into the kitchen. Mac and Sean were seated at the table reading an actual newspaper and not a digital version. How very retro.
Both men got to their feet at her entrance. Mac pulled out a chair between them, and she walked over to it. As she was about to sit down, Sean reached over and undid the banana clip. Then he pulled the towel away from her body, folded it, and placed it on the edge of the table with the clip on top.
“First infraction. That wasn’t what we left you to wear.”
“You didn’t leave me anything to wear.”
Sean just looked at her. And then he grinned wickedly.
“I’m sorry.” Belatedly she added, “Sir.” He smiled approvingly.
“Those clothes you were wearing are with the other clothes you brought here. When you leave, you’ll get them back. Until then, you’ll wear what we’ve given you to wear. Which is nothing at the present time,” commanded Mac.
“Now eat up. You are going to need your strength.” Sean grinned wickedly at her. Michelle found herself grinning back, but then she saw Mac’s expression and she wiped all expression off her face, looking down at the table.
Mac placed a plate in front of her. Grilled chicken and a tomato cucumber salad. It was lovely. She couldn’t wait to dig in but wasn’t sure if she should wait. She looked from Sean to Mac. They nodded, and then they all started eating.
Sean started a conversation about some football team. Michelle didn’t really follow sports, but she loved hearing them argue over which quarterback was better. She could almost imagine that no time had passed, except, of course, she was sitting at the table naked.
When the meal ended, she automatically picked up her plate and took it to the dishwasher. Then she put their plates in the dishwasher. She looked around, unsure what to do next.
“Why don’t you freshen up and head to the playroom,” suggested Sean. “We’ll meet you up there. You may open the door and enter. You’ll find a pillow in the center of the floor. You will kneel on it and wait for us. You are to keep your eyes down and in front of you. No matter how curious you are, you are not to explore the room before we get there.”
She dawdled as long as she could, but finally she couldn’t put it off any longer and went to the playroom. The red light on the lock was now green. Clearly, she was expected. She pushed the door open. She could see the single cushion around ten feet from the door. She walked to it, letting the door swing shut behind her. Kneeling, she waited. And waited.
Surely, it would be okay if she looked around from a kneeling position. She didn’t have a clear mental picture of what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. She had certainly expected it to be a dark and shadowy place. Instead it was bright and cheerful due to the big skylight in the high ceiling. Criss-crossing below the ceiling were beams to which were attached various hooks and chains. She looked around. There was a padded leather table with lots of hinges and straps. And there was something she thought was a St. Andrew’s Cross. And she was pretty sure that was a spanking bench in the corner. Dominating the room, placed right in the center, was a bed. There were no bedclothes or pillows on it. But there were restraints attached to the frame.
Lining one wall were cabinets, but they were all shut.
The men entered. She could feel the stir of arousal. They were wearing only pants, their impressive chests bared, their own arousals clearly showing in their pants. These men had been hers and would be again, if only for a month.
Mac pulled her to her feet, drew her close and gave her a long sweet kiss. She blinked in surprise before melting into him. The moment didn’t last. He handed her off to Sean and went over to the wall with the cabinets and opened the one on the far right. She tried to get a look, but this time it was Sean who drew her close, kissing her thoroughly and then hugging her tight. It was her favorite moment since she arrived. She held on tight to extend it, but it was not to last.
Sean led her over to the center of the room under a set of hanging restraints, and then he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a blindfold. He placed it over her eyes. She felt helpless, not being able to see what was coming next.
Slowly she straightened. She felt each of them grab a wrist and lift it over her head and attach it to a restraint. The restraint was thickly padded to protect her wrist, but it held her securely. Then they nudged her legs apart and fastened similar restraints to her ankles. But the ankle restraints seemed to have a bar or something between them that held her legs apart.
“And now, we are going to inspect our property. Remember, you are not allowed to come without permission.”
She braced herself, expecting pain of some sort, but instead their hands were gentle as they ran them over every inch of her body. They touched her lightly, awakening her nerve endings. They rubbed and caressed. The only slight pain was when they pinched and twisted her nipples, but then they quickly soothed them with their mouths, licking and sucking.
Having two mouths suckling her at the same time almost caused her to come on the spot, but she pushed down her arousal. She did math in her head, she thought about the most boring thing she could, but still she found herself squirming with need.
They finally finished with her and released her arms and ankles. They massaged her, helping to get the circulation going again, and then they led her, still blindfolded to another part of the room. They laid her back on what she realized was the padded leather table. She found herself lying in a semi-reclining position on the table. They affixed straps around her torso. They strapped down her arms. They put her legs in padded stirrups not unlike those in the gynaecologist’s office, except for the leather padding. Then they strapped her legs in place.
Something happened to the table, and the part near her butt dropped down, leaving her rear end hanging off the table and her ass, pussy, and clit totally exposed.
Mac walked to her and caressed her cheek. She didn’t need to see to know it was him. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and then pinched her nostrils shut. She opened her mouth in protest and felt him insert a round object. It had straps attached which he fastened behind her head.
“This is a ball gag, honey. With the gag and the blindfold, all of your senses will be totally focused on what we are doing to your body.”
Then something was running lightly over her body. It was leather with a lot of dangly bits. A flogger?
It ran all over her body, between her legs, across her breasts. And then she felt a swirl of air as the flogger came down on her right breast. It startled her more than anything. It didn’t so much hurt as make her skin tingle everywhere it touched her. With the blindfold on, she didn’t know where it was going to strike next. It hit her breasts, her ass, and between her legs. She moaned as it struck her exposed clit. Over and over she felt it strike her. It felt like every nerve in her body was activated.
Then she felt the other man move. He lightly touched something to her face before he placed it between her lips. It was a few inches square and tasted like leather. A riding crop?
Smack. The crop came down on her already-sensitized nipple. The jolt of pain rocked her, quickly morphing into a sizzling pleasure that seemed to shoot straight to her clit. The next fe
w strikes were on her breasts and other nipple. He never hit her twice in the same place. Her breasts were on fire and her pussy was throbbing with desire when he moved down to between her legs.
She tensed, expecting to feel the sting of the crop between her legs, but it was her exposed ass that felt it next. He carefully covered every inch of her bottom, turning it to fire, but the fire wasn’t as strong as the one between her legs. She moaned. She would have begged if she wasn’t gagged. She was desperate to come. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy clenched uselessly. Tears were running down her cheeks.
Would they never let her come?
She could feel the moisture leaking out of her. She knew they noticed, too, because the end of the crop pushing into her folds and she heard one of them chuckle. She desperately tried to wiggle her hips when she felt the first strike of the crop between her legs. It landed on her pussy. She screamed behind the gag. The next two strikes landed in the same place. The next strike was her puckered rosette. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Her climax started to ripple through her.
“That’s it, baby. We want you to come. We want you to fly apart.”
She was shocked that nothing but pain could make her feel this way, but then all thought fled as the next strike landed directly on her clit. The ripples became waves, and her orgasm started. As a series of short sharp strikes to her clit continued, her orgasm kept rippling through her. It was multiple orgasms, but they were so close together it was like one long continuous climax. She fell back, limp and boneless as she just road the wave.
She felt them doing something to the table. First they lowered her into a fully flat position, and then the top of the table was lowered gently leaving her head hanging down. One of them removed the gag but before she could say anything, something else was being pushing at her mouth. It was a cock. She opened her mouth, and it slid in. With the angle of her head and throat, it would be easy for the cock to push all the way in. And strapped down to the table, she had no way to control the depth.
But that thought soon fled from her head as she felt the mouth on her pussy. She would have leaped of the table in shock, if she hadn’t been strapped down to it. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as his tongue slid up inside her pussy.
“Just open your mouth and relax your throat. I’ll do all the work, baby.” It was Mac in her mouth. He was rough and demanding and she was strapped down, helpless. She’d never been so turned on. She couldn’t get enough of the cock in her mouth. Mac was soon groaning, his movements picking up speed, and he pushed further and further inside her mouth.
She couldn’t concentrate completely on Mac’s cock with Sean working is magic between her legs. But she was so sensitized that each stroke of his tongue caused more ripples. She lay there, helpless to control her body. When his mouth was replaced by his cock, she moaned as he pushed inside her swollen tissues. Her pussy pulsed and tightened on him, milking him before he’d finished a single stroke. The feeling drove him wild, and he pumped harder and harder inside of her.
Then Mac pushed deeper, and she did her best to relax her throat and take his cock without gagging. He held himself deep, and then she felt his cock twitch in her mouth.
“Take it all, baby.” That was her only warning before the warm jets of cum started shooting down her throat. She desperately tried to swallow it all, but with her position, she couldn’t and some ran down the sides of her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth and finished coming on her chest. She moaned when Sean pulled out and Mac adjusting the table so she was back in a half-sitting position, and then she could feel Sean’s cum splashing on her body, dripping down her.
“Baby, you don’t know how hot you look with our cum marking your tits, dripping down your face, your stomach to your pussy. Sean. Get a picture of that, and then we’ll clean her up for round two.”
“Picture?” She struggled. “No photos. You can’t take pictures of me like this.”
“We can and we will, baby. It’s all in the contract you signed.”
She struggled against the bonds, cursing them, begging them, but they ignored her protests.
She felt a warm washcloth running over her body, washing away their seed. What she couldn’t see was the look that Mac and Sean exchanged. No words were needed. If she left them, this picture would be something that they would look at during the long lonely nights ahead.
They removed the blindfold. Then they unstrapped her. Mac swept her into his arms and carried her into the master bath. Sean was already there, running water into the jetted tub. Mac stepped in, joined quickly by Sean.
Carefully, tenderly, they bathed her body. Then they dried her and carried her into the bed. They rubbed her down, massaging her body tenderly, carefully, and dare she think, lovingly before they carried her downstairs and placed her on the couch.
They let her sleep until dinner.
Chapter Nine
Michelle’s stomach growled so loudly she thought Mac and Sean must have heard. The quiche smelled wonderful, but how was she supposed to eat when she was tied to the chair, her legs spread wide so they could finger her at any time? She struggled against the bonds, trying to get their attention. Her mouth watered as she watched them dig into the quiche. It looked wonderful.
Finally, Mac put down his fork and looked at her.
“Sean, I do believe our sub is hungry.”
“And she managed to restrain herself from speaking out of turn. I think she deserves a reward.”
Michelle smiled happily at the thought of being untied so she could dig into a big plate of quiche. She looked expectantly at the two men. Neither was getting up to get her a plate or maybe a glass of orange juice. Instead, they slid their chairs close to her.
“Thirsty?” asked Sean.
“Yes, Sir.” He picked up his drink and held it to her lips, tilting it gently and then patting her lips with his napkin.
“Open wide.” Mac picked up a piece of quiche on his fork and held it up to her mouth. She opened wide, and he fed it to her. She colored. They were feeding her like a child. Why was it so erotic? And she was starving. She ate every bite and drank all the juice.
And then she waited while they put the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned off the table and counter. Then and only then did they remove the restraints and rub her wrists and ankles. Then Sean scooped her out of the chair and carried her back into the living room. Then he sat down with her on his lap. Mac sat beside him and tugged her legs until they were draped over him.
Then the turned on the television and started watching the ball game.
Inside she was fuming. It was either that or feel embarrassed. They had a naked woman stretched across their laps and they wanted to watch the ball game.
Gradually, she relaxed and started watching the game, too. Soon, Sean moved her off his lap and put her between him and Mac. Immediately, both of them grabbed a thigh and placed it over their thighs so she was spread wide open.
On each side, a large hand started playing with her legs, caressing, sliding higher and higher. Finally one of them slid a finger over her clit. Then another finger joined the first. She closed her eyes and leaned back. It was so decadent. The two fingers belonged to different men. The dueling fingers played with her clit and then slipped inside her pussy. She moaned.
“So, Sean. I’m thinking we should take her to the club tomorrow. What do you think?”
“Good idea. We have to put her in a training collar so the other Doms keep their hands off her. I don’t think she’s ready to be shared.”
“Maybe she isn’t, but maybe she is. We can play that by ear. But I do want to show her off. Maybe that corset we bought that will display her tits? Since it’s her first visit, we’ll let her wear a thong.”
Michelle lay back, lost in the sensation of their fingers inside her, only half listening to the conversation until she heard the words “display her tits.” She jerked forward, and the men laughed. Were they serious or just trying to get a rise out of her? She decided to prete
nd she didn’t hear anything. She’d deal with any body parts being displayed when or if the time came.
She moaned softly. The fingers were just enough to give her a nice little sexual buzz. It was really quite pleasant in a low-key way. Their caresses kept a low-key arousal humming through her body. She could get used to this.
* * * *
“Michelle. Michelle.” She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the sound of Sean’s voice jerked her awake. There were no fingers in her pussy now, she noted disappointedly. “Almost time for bed. We’ve clearly worn you out.” She started to stand, but Mac tumbled her back onto the couch.
“First, though, why don’t you get on your hands and knees so we can plug you ass? Sean said you told him during your interview you’ve still never had a cock in your ass, so we are going to have to stretch you a bit so you can take us. Be a good girl and turn over.”
Face flaming, she did as requested. There was a smack on her butt. What was that for? she thought indignantly.
“Stop tensing your ass. It’s just going to make insertion harder. If you don’t relax, we’re going to have to spank you to loosen you up.”
Michelle was glad they couldn’t see her face. If anything, it had gotten redder. She could actually feel the heat coming off her face. Was this even worth it? Maybe being a sub would be enjoyable, but they were treating her like a damned slave, not even allowing her to talk outside the playroom.
Breathe, Michelle.
One of the men, Mac, she thought, pushed her head down into the cushion, and then pulled her legs apart. Then his fingers penetrated her pussy again, moving in and out, and other fingers played with her clit. Soon she was moaning with desire.
She felt one set of hands move to her buttocks and hold them apart. Then there was a squirt of something cold against her puckered opening. A finger swirled in the cold lube and then pushed against her opening.
