“Yes, Mistress,” they both parroted, Michael in a huff. Grace watched as they both left the bedroom and realized she didn’t really know what she should be doing with them. She had never researched the role of a dominatrix. She had never even ventured to the male sex toys aisle in the store, so to speak. She knew cock rings and artificial vaginas existed, but the cock cage thingy that Mistress Karen had on her slave boy at the club, well…That was something very different. She needed to get in contact with Karen and find out how best to torture Michael and Jason. Maybe it was time to take them to the club as she’d promised. This time they can get the “naked at my feet” treatment…hmm! Imagine me walking in with them both naked and collared and me holding their leashes. God yes. She headed to the shower thinking about the tortures she could inflict on them.
She found Jason in the kitchen naked and collared. Michael was setting the table. He was also naked but no collar. “Where is your collar, Slave Michael?” she asked as she spied it on the bench. Michael looked into her face, his eyes pleading for her not to do it. Grace nearly faltered at the vulnerability she saw, but then she remembered he had sent her packing before she could even explain what had happened. He hadn’t trusted her. Snatching the collar off the bench, “Kneel before me, slave,” she demanded. Michael reluctantly walked over to her and slowly lowered himself. Grace opened the collar, fit it around his throat, and fastened the buckle. “There, now you are properly dressed as a true slave should be,” she said in a rush then turned away so she couldn’t see the look in his eyes.
Michael looked up at the woman he loved. He saw the pain and regret flash through her eyes followed quickly by a blinding anger, and he wondered again if she could ever forgive him. How could she ever let those feeling go?
Chapter Twenty-One
The last week had gone by quickly although Michael didn’t feel they had made any progress in gaining Grace’s forgiveness, and wearing this damn collar was grating on his nerves. How the hell does Grace handle this? I mean, this thing rubs. Granted, they had purchased her a jeweled choker, not something that resembled a dog collar, but still. He shook his head in disgust at his thoughts and dipped the scrubbing brush back in the bucket and scrubbed, taking his frustration out on the tile of the master bathroom floor. Also this being naked in the house all the time sucked. The chairs were cold, the fat spat at him when he cooked dinner, and his bits got in the way when he was cleaning, like now. Ugh…Grace had been milking this dominatrix thing for all it was worth. Not only had he suffered her sexual demands where two out of three times he was not permitted to come, but also the house cleaning chores.
“You got floor-scrubbing duty again?” Jason called out as he put away the freshly laundered towels.
“Yes, just because you’re a good little slave and get all the easy tasks.”
“Tsk…tsk…no need to be snappy, Slave Michael.” Jason laughed.
“Laugh it up because when this is over I’m going to pay you back, boy.”
Jason sobered at that thought. “I’m not sure this is ever going to be over.”
“Nor am I.”
Continuing with the chores in silence, he prayed she’d be able to accept them and love them again. He also questioned whether they deserved her after what they had done.
Grace opened the door with her arms full of packages from her shopping trip. She couldn’t wait to see the faces of the boys when they saw her outfit. Or what she had bought for them, not to mention what she had planned for tonight. The humiliation they were about to feel would be priceless. A tinge of guilt entered her mind, but she quickly squashed it with the memory of losing Anna alone. More determined than ever, she prepared.
“Slaves, I want you both to shower, shave, and wear the outfits laid out on the bed. We are going to the club tonight.” Grace smirked as she walked away and saw the jaw-dropping expression on Michael’s face.
“She wouldn’t,” Michael croaked.
“She would.”
“But we…no.”
“Michael, make up your mind. If you can’t handle the humiliation that she needs us to suffer for what we did to her, then by all means call it quits, but I’m going.”
“Jason, you can’t be serious. Haven’t we suffered enough?”
Jason turned to face him, anger so real it was seething from the pores of his skin. “Michael…She…Lost…Our…Baby…Alone! We abandoned her. We threw her away like some garbage. The woman we both love and the mother of our child, we kicked her out.” Breathing heavy and trying to stop the tears in his eyes from falling, he growled to Michael. “I will suffer anything she wants. Because she could never make me suffer like she did. She could never make me feel the pain, the fear, and the betrayal she felt. So suck it up or leave.” Jason stomped off toward the bedroom. Michael sucked in a deep breath. Jason had never spoken to him in such a heartfelt way before, and it was then that he realized how selfish he was really being. He realized that while he hated being submissive to her, he was still thinking of himself. He now understood why Jason had done what he did. Jason was willing to give anything, to take just one ounce of the pain away from Grace. He loved her so much he was willing to do anything to heal her. She deserved so much, and it was true. She could never do anything to them that could make them feel half of what she must have. He deserved everything he got and so much more…a lifetime of more.
Thankfully the club was not full as they walked through the doors. Michael and Jason both had death grips on the cloaks covering them. “Slaves, hand over your cloaks.” Both men looked at each other, and taking deep breaths, they removed them and handed them to the doorman. Her smirk and chuckle was like salt into an open wound, and they both knew it was only going to get worse. Michael again looked at Grace in her thigh-high black leather boots, black leather corset, and hot pants. She looked like a sexy dominatrix that could make any man fall at her feet. With her high ponytail and bloodred lipstick, images of vampires came to mind. Grace clipped the leads to each of their collars and led them to the seating area. “Slaves, kneel at my feet where all good slaves should be.” Both men knelt reluctantly.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Karen asked as she walked toward the basically naked and collared slaves at Grace’s feet.
“Hello, Mistress Karen. I see you are admiring my new slaves.”
“How the mighty have fallen. So, my dear, how did you actually get these slaves?”
“They’re contracted for six weeks as, let’s say, a punishment. While Jason here is quite open to the idea, Slave Michael is not a happy camper.” Karen threw back her head, laughing so hard she almost choked.
“Grace, my dear, let me first say I have missed you, and your punishment for their stupidity is perfect. If you need any help training your slaves, just call. I know it’s your first time being a Mistress, and you’ll want to get the most out of your boys in the time you have.”
“You’re so right. We should talk. I know there’s a lot of equipment out there for slave boys that I have no idea how to use.” Michael cringed at the conversation. This was now officially his worst nightmare. The twinkle in Karen’s eye screamed enjoyment. Unfortunately, there was no matching twinkle in Grace’s. Since this morning she had been sad, her eyes were void of any emotion. He looked at Jason, who looked as uncomfortable as he was, although he didn’t seem to despise the situation as much.
Michael realized that during his internal chat with himself he had missed more of the conversations between Grace and Karen. Before he could dwell on it though, the deep-throated laugh of none other than Craig Blackwell echoed through the seating area of the club.
“Grace, my dear, may I say you looked spectacular as always, and I see you’ve brought your men to heel, literally.”
“Thank you, Craig. It’s good to see you again.” Grace tugged on the collars of the boys. “Well, boys, say hello to Master Craig.”
“Hello, Master Craig,” Jason replied.
“Hello, Craig.”
“Michael, the correct name is Master Craig. You know that as a slave you must call all Doms and Dommes Master and Mistress.”
Craig leant over to Karen and whispered in her ear, “Do you know anything about this?”
Karen turned to whisper back to Craig. “Yes, apparently Michael and Jason have agreed to be her slaves for six weeks as punishment for a major crime. Probably because of the breakup.”
“Really, I didn’t think she had this in her, but hey, if it resolves the issues between them.”
“This is perfect. Look at the disgust on Michael’s face. He hates every moment of this. I hope she can see how much he truly loves her to give up everything of himself, including his pride for her.”
“I personally think it’s my duty to help Grace with Michael’s submission. He’s needed a wake-up call for quite some time. This will teach him that submission for love is what Grace gave them. He will realize how deep and special that was when he’s forced to do it himself.”
“Not to mention the fun we’ll have watching him submit to her.” They both snickered and continued their conversation with Grace.
“Well, Mistress and Masters, I have slaves to punish.” Grace made her way to the dungeon closely followed by the boys. She walked up to the stockades and placed each man in front of one. “Slaves, strip.” Jason immediately dropped his leather boxer briefs. Grace moved toward the display board and wrote, “I failed to trust, I failed my love, and I must learn humility,” on both boards. She then secured Jason in the stockade. She turned to Michael and saw that he had not undressed. “I said strip, slave. For your disobedience you shall be punished.” Michael read the board and looked at Grace. He dropped his leather boxer briefs and waited. Grace moved toward the implement wall where whips, paddles, and crops were lined up in rows. She selected a crop and moved back to Michael, securing him in the stockade. “Slave, you’ll suffer fifteen strikes, and you shall count them.”
Michael wasn’t prepared for the first strike. He had suffered the crop before, although it was quite a while ago. He was a firm believer that no one had the right to deliver a punishment they had not suffered themselves. The crop landed hard on his right ass check and stung like hell. “One, Mistress.”
“One, thank you, Mistress. I want you to thank me for every strike.”
“One, thank you, Mistress. Two, thank you, Mistress.” By the time Grace had gotten to three, she so desperately wanted this over. Michael’s ass had three bright red marks. She would swear she felt the heat radiating off it from where she was standing. She knew he was only doing this for her. Michael was not getting any pleasure from the kiss of the crop. She wasn’t getting any enjoyment from delivering each strike either. It was revenge plain and simple. She could hear Michael’s words in her mind. “Never in anger, never for revenge.” Stop! was the only sane thought she had from this whole exercise. Replacing the crop back in the rack, she grabbed some after-care gel and slowly began applying it to Michael’s reddened skin. “Very well done, boy.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Grace left the boys in the stockade and went upstairs for a few drinks. She wanted them to suffer for at least an hour.
“Okay, boys, you have suffered well. Your Mistress is proud. Get dressed. We’re going home.” Grace waited as they put their shorts back on and reclasped their leads. As they approached the coat area, she led them into the dressing room. “Boys, I have something else for you to wear home.” Pulling out of her bag two cock rings and two G-strings, she handed them over. “I want my boys thinking about how their Mistress is going to fuck them, all the way home.” Both men smiled, and their cocks inflated like balloons. Rolling the cock rings in place, she let them put on their own G-strings, and securing the cloaks, they left the club.
When they arrived home, Grace was so horny she needed release. She hadn’t enjoyed the night as much as she thought she would, in fact she had hated it, but now they were home, she could have any fantasy she wanted. She could have any position she wanted. “Boys, strip and be ready on the bed.” They both walked straight to the bedroom. When she entered the room, she looked at her two men. No, not her men, never again. Naked and aroused. Stuff the niceties, two hard, thick, long cocks throbbing to taste me. Stripping out of her clothes and leaving them where they fell, she climbed up onto the bed stalking her prey. “Michael, lie in the center of the bed. Jason, you are going to lick, suck, and eat my pussy until I come at least once in your mouth.” Grace straddled Michael’s body, positioning her pussy above his cock, knowing that Jason would be frighteningly close to Michael’s cock to accomplish his task. It added just a touch of revenge to her pleasure, just enough to make her smile. Grace jolted when she felt Jason’s mouth, his tongue licking her from clit to ass. As she moaned, she licked the shell of Michael ear, whispering to him, “Can you feel his breath on your cock? Has his tongue accidently swiped you cock or maybe your balls yet?” Pushing her tongue into his ear she continued to whisper. “Do you like the idea, dear slave? Do you want me to order him to suck your cock?” Michael groaned, not in pleasure but disgust at the idea. “Oh, my poor little slave, I would never order that, but maybe you would like me to suck your cock?” Michael groaned again but this time in pleasure. “Ah, you like that one. Would you like me to lap at your balls with my tongue? Would you like me to suckle on your sac while I rub my hand over your cock, worshiping like a good little slave?”
Michael’s hips thrust toward Grace, forgetting Jason was eating her drenched pussy. “Fuck.”
Grace snickered as Michael screamed. “Slave Jason, stop, get the lube, and prepare me. I want both my slaves fucking me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Slave Michael, hold your cock while I slide my pussy over it. You are not to move.” Grace sheathed herself on his cock, loving the full feeling. She watched Michael’s face and saw how difficult it was for him to stay still. She could feel his body tense with the need to pump into her.
“Mistress, I have everything ready.”
“Begin then, slave, prep me, then you may fuck my ass.” Jason jumped to attention, slathering Grace’s dark rose with lube and inserting one then two fingers, scissoring them. Michael groaned beneath her. “You better not come, slave, unless you want to be whipped.” Michael whimpered. “I’m ready, slave. Now get that beautiful cock filling my ass.” Both men groaned at her words. Grace felt Jason slowly push against her resistant muscles, breathing deeply she relaxed her muscles and felt him slide in to the hilt. The pinch of pain with the delicious feeling of fullness made her moan. “Now, slave, fuck your Mistress.” Both men began pumping into her. Grace could feel the friction on the small skin barrier between them, and with each thrust, her clit rubbed against Michael’s pelvis. Slowly, the building of pleasure in her mind became all-consuming. She needed it. She just needed something extra, something more to push her over. “Slave Jason, pinch my nipples. Slave Michael, pinch my clit.” Jason wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up toward his chest, his hands molding her breasts, and then he began to pinch and twist her nipples and up his speed and the depth of his thrusting. Michael squeezed his hand down between them, and Grace felt the sharp sting of his pinch on her clit. In the background, she heard them both counting one, two—what the hell are they doing?—three. They both released her nipples and clit at the same time, and as the blood and pain rushed back, Grace screamed as her orgasm hit. The throbbing and rhythmic beat of her pussy and ass muscles contracting around both their cocks was her last conscious thought before the black spots behind her eyes consumed her and she passed out in bliss.
“Fuck, she’s passed out,” Michael said.
“Thank god. I couldn’t do anything more. I swear that just killed me,” Jason replied.
“You’re not the only one. Let’s clean her up and get to sleep.”
After using a warm cloth to clean her and themselves, they both snuggled in on either side of their Grace. Not once had she woken, but her steady breathing confirm
ed she was asleep. Michael’s last thought before he drifted off to sleep was of his love for this amazing woman, for all she had suffered and for all she had given them. He loved her more than life itself. He planned to do anything and everything he could to show her how much he loved her. How much he wanted her to be their wife and their love forever.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Opening her eyes she looked either side of her and saw the men she loved lying next to her sound asleep. She couldn’t do this anymore. She thought that taking revenge on them would make her feel alive, and it had for a while. Now she just felt sad. There had once been so much love between them all. But now, there was so much pain between them all, that the life seemed to be draining out of their relationship.
Her being their dominatrix was only tearing them and, now she realized it, her, apart. There was only one course left open to her, she thought. It was to be their submissive or slave again. Could she ever submit to them again? Submission required so much trust. Could she allow herself to do that again after all that had happened? But what was the alternative? Being alone, and losing them forever. I love them. I need them in my life.
Grace shook her head. She needed to get some fresh air and try to sort out what to do. A decision needed to be made, but could she honestly say, “yes, I forgive you,” and move on? What would she feel when she saw a little baby and remembered Anna, and losing her, and how alone she’d been. Was there such a thing as forgiveness? Carefully getting out of bed without waking the boys, she slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Then grabbing her running shoes, she headed for the door.
Michael lay very still, watching Grace get dressed and leave the room. He looked over to Jason and saw he was doing the same thing. They both sensed Grace’s need for space. Michael scrubbed his hands over his face. “What do we do, Jas? For once I’m completely lost.”
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