“Yes, Daddy.”
Marcus moved towards me resting one of his hands on my shoulders. His other hand held some silken rope.
“Today is about learning Jason’s rules,” he said placing the rope in front of me.
He wound it fast around my breasts forcing them to push out of the rope bra. Then he moved it down my abdomen, slipping it between my thighs making me give a small cry when he guided it up between the swollen wet lips of my vulva. His palm pressed in to my back setting my skin alight with desire with the firmness of his touch he used to bend me forwards and up off sitting on my ankles so he could thread the rope up to my bottom and through the crease.
Marcus fed the rope upwards around my wrists to secure them to the part of the rope prison he had encased my breasts in.
“You will learn my rules soon and I will also expect the same courtesy of obedience. Time for your collar.”
I shifted feeling the rope rub against my pussy and my anal entrance helping to make me more slick and aching for penetration. I couldn’t help but marvel at the intricate way Marcus had taken time to work the rope around me as though it were an art form. I was now in a position in which I had no choice but to trust the brothers to take care of me and they did not let me down.
This was the most daring thing I had ever done in my quiet life. I was sick of forcing myself to live a sedate life with an abusive man and deny my own pleasure and needs. Always a nervous anxious person throwing caution to the wind like this was monumental. Today for the first time in my sorry little existence I was letting go. I only prayed I would not come to regret my out of character behavior. I couldn’t think about the way my body looked. It was a thought and image I desperately tried to push out of my mind. Life was short and what did that book I read a few years ago say . . . Feel the fear and do it anyway.
I briefly felt the smell of leather as Marcus suddenly sheathed my throat and neck in a high leather collar. He fastened it at the back forcing a gasp from my lips as the tightness felt like a possessive male hand around my throat. I imagined it as Jason’s. It did not frighten me nor did I imagine it choking the life from me like I was afraid Thomas would do one day. It made me feel owned and safe. I couldn’t explain it but my feelings were strong and potent.
From the middle of the collar there was a small steel ring protruding. Marcus bent and fixed the long leather leash to the ring as Jason unzipped his trousers. He pulled it taut and forced my head back allowing me to feel his own power over me. I felt his Marcus’s hand cover my mouth for a brief moment.
“Don’t be frightened, little one. All we do to you now is to help you embrace pleasurable submission. We will not ever hurt you,” he told me pressing his middle finger between my lips demanding entry.
Willingly, I opened my mouth and allowed him to insert his finger. He pulsed it in an out arousing a curious passion for me to suck on it as though it were his penis. I couldn’t get enough and to help dowse some of my passion, he inserted a second one and I began to realize they were warming me up.
“I think our baby girl is ready,” Marcus grinned pushing his fingers at a fast pace inside of my mouth and out again as I reached to capture them and keep them inside.
Every time I rocked on my knees the silken rope rubbed at my wet sex and against my anal entrance building my arousal to new heights. My pussy throbbed wishing it could suck the rope up inside me and ride it to satisfaction. I was so wanton with my thoughts at that moment and I was beginning to lose myself in submission.
“Good because I am not sure I can wait any longer to penetrate her,” there was amusement in Jason’s speech. “She looks so beautiful and helpless in our power. Just the way we always want her to be. Bring her closer.”
Marcus removed his fingers from my mouth and pulling the lead on the collar gently taut, he tugged it twice and instructed me to shuffle forwards on my knees. I did as I was told knowing fine well what was about to happen. I had done this many times for Thomas. But I only hoped this time things would be different and I would enjoy the subservient position, not just see it as a chore that had to be completed so I could have peace. Sex with Thomas had lost its appeal a few years ago. It was something that had to be done rather than looked forward to or even enjoyed. More than often enough it produced tears when I was finished. I always felt so used. But now I had the chance to take my own pleasure.
Marcus held the leash up to Jason and stepped back retreating. I heard him drag his chair away from the bed to sit down and view proceedings from a vantage point. I couldn’t hide from either brother. They would both view see my pleasure and my body’s reaction as I took Jason in my mouth. There was no way I could hide. I was on full display bound, collared and leashed by them, increasing the potency of my helplessness and their dominance still fully clothed in their matching designer suits.
Jason wasn’t wearing any underwear. He pulled his cock out of his trousers and I bit my lip when I saw its long hard broad length. I hoped I could fit enough of his member inside my mouth to satisfy him.
“Open your mouth wide,” he ordered, tugging on the leash.
I looked up at him shyly and nodded.
“Yes, Daddy I will open it as wide as I can get it,” I said in a small voice dutifully stretching my mouth open to receive him.
Holding his length and winding the leash around his hand to hold me tight in place, he guided his cock in to my open wet mouth. The tip of his penis bore silky moisture on its tip that brushed my lips as it moved inside me giving me the urge to lick my lips. I felt him begin to thrust his member deep in to the confines of my mouth until it nudged at the back of my throat inducing my gagging reflex. Jason held it there still waiting for the small urge to gag to relax and accept defeat. Then he pushed a little further until I was filled and consumed by his dominant length.
Desire pooled in my pussy soaking the rope. I tried not to picture the scene of me bound, gagged by his penis, my hands tied behind my back, the rope crushing my breasts until they felt as though they were aching and ready to burst with arousal. Again I was forced to push away the image of my curved body and imagine a body other than my own, my ideal one and not to listen to my derogatory thoughts about my own form or feel the shame at my appearance. It was sexy, dangerous and incredibly wanton. I felt excited and completely safe. It wasn’t hard to trust the twins after the way they’d rescued me and did nothing but reassure me. One thing was for sure I trusted them more than Thomas.
“God, you look beautiful. So alluring and enticing bound and kneeling,” Jason said pulling the leash just a little tighter until I felt my head move softly to one side.
I believed the action was to increase his power over me and it was to prove a strong aphrodisiac. Quickly after, he began to thrust his penis in and out of my mouth building the speed slowly. I could not hold him because of my tied hands and I could not steady my action. I was in Jason’s control and he directed my movement with the leash. I was a simple willing receptacle for his cock and I loved every minute. Daddy was fully in charge and I could do nothing more than obey his every instruction.
I sucked him like an ice-cream, flicking the tip of my tongue over the smooth dome of his length then grazing my teeth lightly over it.
“That’s wonderful, baby girl. Just the way Daddy likes it. Suck harder. Take me deeper.”
I did as I was told feeling his other hand rest on the back of my head forcing me down on to his cock in unison with the leash. His length jumped and throbbed with the persistent stroke of my tongue. Jason twisted the leash at the same time as he carefully and not painfully pulled on my hair to direct my head slightly backwards. He was close. I could tell by his panting and grunting. His cock twitched inside my mouth and all of a sudden he was coming, filling my mouth to the brim with soft warm seed.
With Thomas I had never swallowed removing my mouth quickly. Automatically I tried to move away but another sharp tug on the leash kept me in firm position and I was made to swallow every last salty drop. Jas
on’s dominance over me at that moment was strong and being held so firmly in place made me understand his authority. Instead of trying to move away, I became eager to please him despite my strong reluctance.
Finally he was spent and he just sat inside my mouth stroking the back of my head.
“Wonderful, baby girl. But I am only partially satisfied. By the end of this evening I will need to be inside your pussy.”
He looked down at me commanding my attention.
“Another rule for you to learn, little one. I will take you whenever and wherever I want. It is my right and privilege as long as it is safe and you are adequately protected. If I need you to go down on me, you will do so without question and darling . . .”
Jason’s fingers moved from the back of my head to raise my chin.
“You will always swallow every last drop.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Slowly Jason pulled himself out of my mouth and dropped the leash. He zipped himself back up. I sat quiet and still awaiting my next command.
“How did she perform?” his twin Marcus asked from his chair.
“To perfection. Out little, Kitten has a good technique. I recommend you try it,” he said with a grin.
“I will. Does baby girl need a drink?”
“Yes. I think some water would be a good idea.”
Jason knelt down and caught the back of my head to kiss my forehead.
‘That was really breathtaking.”
Chapter Six
I was still tied and I expected to one of the twins to feed the water to my lips but I was to receive the shock of my life. Marcus marched past me to the small sofa and chairs in the bedroom to retrieve some cool water from the fridge in the corner. But he didn’t pour it in to a glass. He took one of the saucers from the cups on the table arranged for coffee or tea and poured it in to one of them. Marcus handed it to Jason.
At first he held it to my lips.
“Drink,” he commanded.
I sipped up the water he held up to me in the saucer feeling it coolly sluice down my throat. Then he took it from me and placed it on the floor directly in front of my mouth.
“Bend, Kitten and drink from the saucer.”
I stared at him horrified. He smiled gently with reassurance.
“Drink, my darling. There is nothing to be afraid of. You have no idea how sexy it is to watch a woman lap water from a saucer. This is part of being a submissive. Have no reservations, little one. This is what we expect from you. Submission is required in everything we ask of you and I know it seems daunting to you now but it will come easily in time especially to one who is a natural submissive. Now, drink or do I have to make you? Would you prefer me not to give you any choice?”
Even after what I had done I couldn’t quite bring myself to take the plunge and lower my body and mouth to the saucer. It didn’t fit as easily as the rest of my training. It was full submission. Yet desire pulsed and stirred in my sex at the thought. This was what I wanted so why was it suddenly becoming difficult?
Jason stroked my cheek.
“Jason’s rules,” he began. “Never be afraid to tell me what is wrong or what you are unsure about. You will be listened to with respect and guided in the proper manner.”
When he talked to me of his rules Jason was formal, his voice clipped and clear so there was no room for misunderstanding. It gave me strong reassurance and made me feel safe. His voice was always soothing, respectful and gentle. When he spoke it was like having a warm soft velvet blanket placed around me.
“I just feel unsure about this. I want to try it and take pleasure in obeying you but I feel afraid I will find it demeaning. I shouldn’t allow myself to like this kind of thing . . .” I trailed off listening to my words. Here I was again keeping my own tight leash on my needs and desires. I had been doing it for too long and now it was a bad habit. If I wanted to submit in every sense of the word and take pleasure and protection in their domination over me what was wrong with that? What was wrong with being different and not the woman my family and Thomas expected me to be? When was I going to let go?
“I want to . . .” I repeated. “But I am not sure I can let go and allow myself. “Perhaps if . . .”
“I gave you no choice? Guided you gently and carefully in to letting go? Like I did when I made you swallow my seed? Is that what you want, little one?” he asked me seriously.
“Yes. Yes it is,” I tried to say it with complete conviction.
If this was what I wanted then I had to have the courage to take it but a firm guiding hand would help me ease in to my new life.
“Then your wish is my command,” he answered picking up the leash again.
“Down, girl and drink,” he said carefully pulling the lead to direct my head downwards.
I felt his eyes watch me the whole time for signs of discomfort or rebellion but I responded well to his authority and dipped my head at the guide of the leash. He repeated the action until my lips skimmed the surface of the water.
I looked down at my reflection in the water and faltered for a moment, questioning myself once more. The whole thought process was leaving me in turmoil but I was to be jerked from it when Jason reached behind me and gave my naked bottom two sharp slaps. Crying out I quickly lapped at the water and drank hungrily forced to keep my posture in the right position and rely on Jason holding me there with leash.
“Good girl, that’s better,” he told me softly.
Jason stroked at my hair watching me drink.
“I think some quiet contemplation time would be good for you, Elizabeth. It will allow you to sort out some of those thoughts about submitting to a man. Then I will give you a nice bath and dress you for the party we are going to take you tonight. Do you like dancing, little one?”
Dancing? Nobody had danced with me in a long time. I envisioned a grand affair and stopped drinking. I didn’t have a stitch to wear. In fact I had no clothes. They weren’t going to make me go naked were they? What kind of party was it going to be?
“Keep drinking. You haven’t had enough to drink all day. That’s it.”
“In case you may be wondering what you are going to wear I have that all sorted,” Marcus said bending drown to watch me lap at the water. He trailed his fingers over the tip of one nipple underneath me.
“I have just called downstairs and arrange for the boutique to show me some dresses and shoes. I will pick some out for you. I have a good eye for that kind of thing,” he grinned and pulled at the nipple. I gave a gentle moan becoming conscious of the weight of the rope upon my breasts once more before I took another drink.
“Shouldn’t I be there to pick my own dress out?”
“Jason and Marcus’s rules. From now on we choose you dresses, panties, bras and stockings. We don’t believe in ladies wearing trousers. They are more pretty and enticingly vulnerable in dresses,” Marcus said in a seductively calming voice designed to thwart any female objection I might have had at him choosing my clothes. “Besides, when we want to take you we simply have to lift your dress and enter you at will. Panties will be a small luxury for you when we allow it, not a necessity.”
“I’m not sure about that,” I snapped lifting my head from the water.
“Well, you will have to be, darling. From now on that’s the way your life is going to be. That is the way you have chosen it to be. Let us ease you in to it, just like you asked,” Jason said continuing to stroke my cheek and soothe me back in to lapping the water like a kitten.
Annoyance swelled at the top of my stomach. I was going to have a problem with that. I would be wearing exactly what they said when they said. Wasn’t that taking too much freedom from me? I had to hope they had good taste in dressing a woman or I was in even more trouble. Judging by the clothes they wore and that fact that money appeared to be no object at all, I hoped they would do me justice and not buy me anything outlandish or something that made me uncomfortable to wear.
“I will try,” I said swallowing my pride
.
“Don’t worry, you will be pleased with the results. Everything we buy you will fit you and your personality. You are a classy lady, Elizabeth and class is what you will get, baby girl.”
Marcus let go of my nipple and patted my bottom.
“I think she’s had enough water. Let’s relax for a while and give her some time to think about what we expect from her,” Jason said forcing me to rise with a tug on the leash.
“Stand for me, little one.”
I did as I was told.
“Marcus, please order some sandwiches and tea. Kitten needs some food.”
Jason led me to one of the sofas by a small white marble fireplace.
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