Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Sara Kingston

  Michael looked at him in shock and confusion. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I liked submitting to you, and I want to do it again,” Jason spat out as fast as he could. He felt ashamed and scared.

  “You want to do things with me as in you’re bi and have been hiding it?”

  Jason burst out laughing. “No, man, I don’t want to touch your junk or you to touch mine.”

  Michael felt an overwhelming sense of relief. He had no problems with men who enjoyed each other. He had watched a few play sessions in the club, with men together, but he just didn’t swing that way. His body had never responded to a man, and he knew mentally he wouldn’t be ready if it did.

  “Jason, I need to think about this, okay? I think I understand, but I just need some time to get my head around it before we continue this conversation.”

  “Okay,” Jason said while walking out of the room.

  “How did it go?” she asked. He could see the compassion in her eyes.

  “He needs some time to think about it, but it went well.”

  Michael sat at his desk and rubbed his hands over his face. This wasn’t what he was expecting, and he needed help to understand. There was only one person who he knew that would understand this situation. Grabbing the phone, he dialed.

  Michael answered the knock on the door. “Craig, thank you for coming over.”

  “Michael, it is a rare event that you ask me for assistance, so how could I refuse?”

  “Would you like a drink? I thought we could talk on the deck.”

  “Thanks, a red wine would be great.”

  Settling on the deck with drinks in hand, Michael turned to Craig.

  “I’m not sure what to do. As you know from our conversation, Jason has just come to the realization he’s a switch. We have always dominated the women in our lives together. I understand now that I’ve always taken the primary dominant role, as it’s always worked best that way for us. Looking back now, I see that the other night I dominated Jason quite a bit. Jason confessed, with Grace’s help, that he liked it and wants to be my submissive. But I’m not sure I can do it.”

  “Michael, I’m going to be honest with you. I thought he already was your submissive. I know how private you both can be and your primary focus is on women, but you both have been in a relationship for over ten years now together.” Michael nearly spit out his drink.

  “Craig, do you think Jason and I are bisexual?”

  “Are you telling me you’re not?”

  “In the five years we’ve known you, never once did you let on you thought we were a couple, and to answer your question, no we’re not bisexual. We are heterosexual. We just love to share, and we are extremely close.”

  “Now I’m beginning to understand your problem. Is Jason now asking to be bisexual, or does he just want to submit to you?”

  “I asked him that, and he’s not interested in having sex with me, orally or anally. He just wants to be submissive to me when the three of us are together. He likes for me to order him to do things to Grace, and he wants to get punished every now and then.”

  “He wants the physical pain release. It’s very common in switches. I’m guessing that he does not want to submit to Grace.”

  “No, he can’t submit to her, and his requirement to dominate her is true and strong. Even if he could, Grace couldn’t dominate him. It’s just not there for her. She would do it if we ordered her to, but on a continual basis she would fall out of the slave mindset and back to her controlling, miserable self, and I won’t do that to her.”

  “So that leaves only you. Tell me what your problem is with dominating him.”

  “Craig, you know yourself, as a Dom, the sexual nature of domination, the release you get when your sub or slave submits to your commands. Whether it’s a purely sexual act or a simple nonsexual command. To have that with Jason seems wrong. I mean, I’m not interested in sex with him.”

  “So to be truthful, you’re having a bit of a homophobic reaction right now.”

  “Yes…no…maybe…Look, I don’t know. It just seems wrong.”

  “So have you tried a session?”

  “No, he just confronted me last night with what he wanted.”

  “Well, here’s my advice. Once Jason and Grace come home, tell them you want to try a session and see how it goes. Before the session, however, talk to Jason and voice your concerns. Then I want you to lighten up, step out of the box, break the mold, and try to have some fun with it. Stop focusing on Jason being submissive to you and focus on the enjoyment of what you can use Jason for with Grace.

  “You can order him to do anything you like, you can direct any scene, and both will willingly obey.”

  “I never actually thought of that.”

  “Michael, I think you’re going to fit into the role easier than you think. As long as Grace is there during the sessions. Maybe in the distant future you may be able to deliver a punishment with just you and Jason. But right now with Grace in the mix, I think you’ll get a great deal of enjoyment from this change of events. It’s always easier to have a helping hand in the dungeon. You’ll always have one, no matter who’s being punished.”

  “You’re right, Craig. I knew you’d be able to get my head around this. So tell me what’s new in your life.”

  “Nothing much. Slave K is settled with her new Master. I’ve played with some subs, but I just feel I’m missing something, and watching you, Jason, and Grace is not helping matters at all. You make me lonely.”

  “You’ll find your path, my friend, but just like me, it may not be the one you expected. I never thought I would end up with a slave, but with Grace it’s different.”

  “So what do you think would be my difference?”

  “Maybe a sub, maybe a lover. Who knows? Just be open.”

  “Hah, couldn’t do it.” Michael watched Craig. He didn’t understand. He had never thought he could have a slave either, but then along came Grace, and now here he was considering, well, accepting dominating Jason. That was something he never could have seen himself doing, but now he thought it might work out very well.

  Michael was in the kitchen getting another drink for Craig and himself when Grace and Jason walked in. “Just the two I need to talk to.” He placed his hand flat on the counter as if he could absorb its strength. “I have considered our current situation, and I believe the best solution would be for us to have a session of me dominating the both of you.

  “I want you both in the bedroom naked in two hours. Grace, you will be in the greet position. Jason, you will be sitting on the end of the bed. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” Grace faithfully replied with a smile on her face. She knew Michael cared enough, well, loved Jason enough to work through this. She felt an overwhelming amount of love for Michael.

  Jason just nodded, and if she didn’t see the tenting of his pants, she wouldn’t have thought he was excited about what Michael had just ordered.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Michael steeled himself for what was about to happen. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. The childhood memory of The Little Engine That Could flashed into his mind, giving him a chuckle. If the creators ever thought a Dom would be reminded of I think I can, I think I can as he was about to enter his bedroom where his slave waited naked and collared, kneeling on the floor. and his best friend in the world, who now wanted to submit to him, sat naked on the end of the bed, they probably would have died of shock. Here we go. Michael opened the bedroom door, and exactly as he had expected, Grace was naked, in the greet position. She sat on her haunches with her knees apart, and her hands clasped behind her back, which thrust her breasts out. Her every asset was displayed to perfection, and all just for him. Jason was sitting on the bed, naked and nervous. He actually looked more nervous than Michael ever remembered seeing him. It made him feel more secure and more powerful knowing that Jason was having difficulties also with this arrangement.

  “From this point on unt
il this scene ends, Jason, you’ll be called ‘sub,’ understand?” Jason lowered his head, and Michael thought he was going to call a quit to this scene.

  “Yes,” he whispered back. Well, so much for him backing out.

  “Yes what, sub?” Michael demanded. Jason looked at Michael, a spark of challenge in his eyes. Michael glared back, letting him know there would be no give, no remorse. Either he submitted or he ran away. There was no in-between.

  “Yes, Master.” Strangely, that felt good, weird…a tad uncomfortable…but good. Like he commanded not just his woman, but an army, he felt his power as if it was a solid object.

  “Sub, go to the playroom and get a pair of nipple clamps, a French tickler, cuffs, and a dildo. Slave, come here and pleasure your Master.” Michael moved further into the room, watching as Jason left to complete his bidding. He needed Grace to take the edge off. If he came now, he’d have more control throughout the rest of the night. Grace lovingly licked at his cock, circling his crown with her tongue. Ah, this is good, Michael thought. An army at his disposal, and a woman enslaved and conquered. Who said the Dark Ages were over? As Jason returned, Grace swallowed him deep into her throat, his talented little slave. “Sub, lick the slave’s pussy, nice and slow. You’re not to suck on her clit, though. I don’t want her to come.”

  He moved behind Grace and started a low kiss, lick, and nip trio, being careful not to touch her clit just as Michael had commanded. Grace picked up her speed and the strength of her suction on Michael’s feverish cock. She began fondling his testicles, and feeling brave, she ventured to tickle the sensitive skin behind his testicles. Michael groaned in appreciation. “Slave, be careful how far you tread without permission. You wouldn’t want me to punish you now, would you?” Then almost immediately, he jerked and shuddered, then came deep inside Grace’s mouth. Watching her throat working as she swallowed his seed always turned him on. Oh, god, this was going to be fun. With a final groan, he pulled himself out of Grace’s mouth with an audible pop.

  “Sub, stop licking Slave’s pussy. Slave, lie down on the bed, and once Slave is in position, sub, you are to recommence your licking, but remember, don’t touch her clit.” Michael watched Grace scamper onto the bed and Jason stalk her, latching his mouth back on her pussy lips before her head even hit the pillow. Umm, looks like my sub’s a little eager. Michael picked up the nipple clamps Jason had left on the bed and moved toward Grace’s head. Bending down, he licked her closed lips. Grace’s eyes opened in shock, and she parted her lips, giving Michael the access he wanted. Tilting his head, he covered her lips with his own, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, slowly rubbing her tongue with his, giving her a gentle, passionate kiss. He felt Grace’s hand wrap round his neck, and she groaned then deepened the kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She whimpered in need, and Michael realized Jason must have been driving her insane. He couldn’t let her get away with dominating the kiss though, so he kissed her back just as brutally, plundering her mouth with his tongue in a savage conquest. He began cupping her beasts, rolling them and rubbing her nipples. Once he was sure she was warmed up and her nipples hard as pencil erasers, he pinched them lightly then harder as he continued mauling her mouth.

  Grace was being driven insane. She knew it. This was how insanity started. She couldn’t get enough of Michael’s kiss, his playing with her breasts, and of Jason’s tongue on her pussy. Whimpering, moaning, her body jolted, and arched in pleasure as she tried and tried again to dampen her pending orgasm. Michael pulled back to stare at her breasts as Grace closed her eyes, trying to gather her last vestige of control. She couldn’t come. Her Master had ordered her not to. Suddenly she felt a hard pinch as Michael clipped a nipple clamp on her and then a second one. “You may come now, slave, come for your Master.” Grace screamed as her orgasm rocked her to the very core. Her body shuddered and jerked. Her pussy desperately clutched at the two fingers Jason had inside her. “Sub, put on the French tickler and fuck our slave.”

  Jason was ready to come right now. Having Michael commanding him and Grace at his mercy was better than he had ever imagined. He didn’t need to think. He didn’t need to plan. All he had to do was obey Michael in torturing Grace. He’d never realized until this moment how much his pleasure was dimmed because he had to think of what to do next, had she come, was it time to penetrate. Now he could just relax and enjoy. After putting on the French tickler and combined cock ring, which near strangled his cock, he positioned himself over Grace and thrust hard and deep. With the slickness created by Grace’s arousal, it was an easy ride. He started to pump away, loving the sight of her clamped nipples bouncing with each of his thrusts.

  “Sub, you may not come until I tell you. Slave, you may come whenever you like.” He loved watching the pained expression on Jason’s face. He moved around the bed, trying to find the best position to watch where he could see every movement, every thrust. God, he missed this. He loved to watch, his voyeur side screaming in joy. “Sub, flick the nipple clamps.” Jason followed his command, and he watched as Grace rolled her hips and moaned at the added sensation, and it gave him a better idea. “Sub, flip her on all fours, doggie style.” Jason pulled out of Grace and rolled her over, grabbing her hips and moving her into position on her hands and knees. Jason thrust into her again. The added weight of the clamps hung down underneath her. “Sub, fuck her harder, not faster.” As Jason followed his commands, Michael watched as Grace’s breasts bobbed and swung, the clamps stretching her nipples so they were hanging down like the stems of ripe fruit. “Sub, pull out take off the French tickler and moisten your thumb with her juices. Then thrust back inside her.”

  Michael couldn’t help himself. He grabbed his cock in one hand and his testicles in the other, using one hand to roll and knead his balls while the other pumped and massaged his cock. God, he loved being able to control the scene he most wanted to watch. It was like being the director of a porn flick, and he had two of the best and most willing stars he could ever imagine. Jason thrust back inside Grace. “Now I want you to smack her ass, while you fuck her nice and hard, one slap, one thrust.” Michael watched Grace’s face glaze over in lust as Jason smacked her ass as he fucked her. “Sub, use your thumb to play with her ass as you fuck her.” He watched as Jason rimmed her ass with his slickened thumb then pushed against her rose, and then start to pump his thumb in time with each thrust of his cock in her pussy. “Slave, tell me, do you like Jason playing with your ass as he fucks you?” Michael stopped his stroking and squeezed his cock, holding back his pleasure. “Sub, stop. Slave has not answered my question.” Jason immediately stopped as Grace growled in anger. “Answer me, slave, or my sub will not fuck you.”

  “Yes, Master, I love it.”

  “Sub, fuck her hard and fast and stretch that ass for me.” Jason was almost possessed as he thrust into Grace so hard and fast that the sound of slapping, pounding flesh rang through the room. “Sub, you may come now.” A guttural growl escaped his lips, and he convulsed and came over and over again in the most powerful orgasm of his life.

  “Sub, move away and get a warm, moist towel.” He moved into position behind Grace and thrust once into her swollen, dripping pussy to slicken himself with Jason’s seed, and then he pulled out. “Slave, tell me you want me to fuck your ass. Tell your Master how much you want his cock.”

  “Please, Master. Please fuck me.”

  Michael pushed his blunt cock against her rosy hole and groaned as her muscles opened and allowed him entry. He knew this wouldn’t last long as watching her and Jason had pushed him right to the edge. Jason came back from the bathroom, cloth in his hand. Michael noticed him staggering. He had really come hard. “Sub, put the cloth on the bedside table. You are to remove Slave’s nipple clamps and suckle her breasts until I come.” When he removed the clamps, Grace screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipples. Then he began licking and sucking on her nipples. He knew that the torture would have made them so much more sensitive. “Sub, rub Slave�
�s clit until she comes.” He continued his slow pumping in her ass, loving the sight as Jason took care of the extra stimulation she needed to soar. Six more thrusts and he felt her muscles clamp down hard on his cock, nearly strangling him. The rhythm pushed him over the edge, and he came, jerking deep inside her ass. Groaning, he slowly removed himself. “Sub, hand me the cloth.” He cleaned himself up and then cleaned Grace. He then slumped down next to Grace on the bed, still trying to calm his heart rate. Jason lay on the other side, doing the same.

  Michael lay back, staring at the ceiling deep in thought. This could really work. Craig had been right. He needed to try it. He needed to open his mind to the possibility and test the waters. There had been nothing sexual between him and Jason, and he saw no sign that Jason wanted to have a bisexual relationship. Jason just didn’t want the power or the responsibility during sex with them. He wanted Michael to take it all. He could definitely live with this new development to their relationship. Hearing Jason clearing his throat, Michael knew Jason wanted to talk but didn’t know how to broach the subject. He may as well put the man out of his misery. “You will be my sub in the bedroom only. We’ll have to come up with a name while we’re at the club. I still want you to be submissive to me in the club. However, I don’t want you to show a full submissive nature. We’ll experiment and find out how deep your submission will work within our relationship.” He looked over at Jason and said, “Do you want and agree with this, Jason?”

  “Michael, all I can say is I’m so thankful to have you in my life. I was so frightened to admit what I wanted. This has proven that in my heart I want to submit to you but only you. I don’t think I could ever kneel at your feet, and I definitely couldn’t do it in public, and there’s still no way I’m touching or playing with your junk.” Michael burst out laughing.

  “What are my Masters laughing about?”