“Yes, the punishment section,” she stated, a bit frightened by what was detailed in the contract.
“Yes. I thought you may want to discuss that,” Dylan replied
“I’ll be up front. I’ve read a lot about the BDSM lifestyle, especially after hearing you three. And although I haven’t ever tried it, I don’t really think I’m into pain. I hate paper cuts, and when I kick my toe, I cry. So if that counts, then I’m a chicken. If I don’t enjoy it or it upsets me, am I able to alter the contract afterward?”
* * * *
Dylan shook his head. How could he have thought of Mia as being an innocent little flower? This girl was a naturally submissive seductress. She had just never been taught.
“Mia, we would never continue anything that upset you. We wanted all these items in the contract so you’d understand what we’re into. We need to find what works for you and what doesn’t, and to do that, we need you to try many different things.”
“We want you to have an open mind and to follow our instructions. You never know what you might enjoy,” Mathew said as he continued to stroke her hand, giving her support.
“I will admit I am interested. When I listen to you guys, it really turns me on. But I’m also a little frightened.”
“So are you going to sign, baby girl?” Peter asked.
Dylan noticed Peter had remained silent for most of the discussion and was happy to let them control the conversation. Although he also knew he was just as desperate as they were to get this deal done.
“I’m willing to sign for a six-month term.”
* * * *
Dylan was shocked. He’d followed through with this for Peter’s sake, never believing Mia would agree. Even after everything had been discussed, he still thought she would turn them down. But here she was, sitting in front of him in her prim little suit discussing anal sex and punishments. He nearly choked when she said she had researched the BDSM lifestyle and was interested in it. She didn’t yet know that they knew about her application to the Locks and Chains club. This was so much better than he ever could have imagined. Looking over Mia’s head at Mathew, he also shared his predatory smile. It felt good to have a co-conspirator. He and Mathew had now found a new dimension to their relationship.
“Okay, well, let’s go over the rest of the contract so we can finalize and get it signed today,” Dylan said, all business.
“So when would I start?” Mia asked.
“As soon as the contract is signed,” Mathew replied.
“Which means, honey, you would be coming home again with us tonight,” Peter said, looking lovingly at Mia, showing her she had a place in their world and wasn’t alone.
“Tonight you’ll begin your new life, naked and on your knees,” Dylan drawled.
* * * *
A wave of apprehension pulsed through Mia, which ignited a slow burn that began to heat her core. Yes, she was a little terrified, okay then, maybe a lot terrified, but she was also excited by the idea. She had known these men for years and trusted them more than anyone else she had ever known. She’d fantasized for years about walking into the boardroom and joining their sex-a-thons, although she’d thought they’d never want her there. She couldn’t believe her luck. They actually wanted her. Her life really had done a three-sixty, and all in the last twenty-four hours.
“I wonder how bisexual they are. Does that mean they like to have a pussy wrapped around their cock but nothing else? Or does it mean they like the whole package, boobs, lips, and all? Is oral sex with a woman repulsive to them?
Yes, there was the implication of prostituting herself for this deal. But really, it wasn’t like she’s was standing on some street corner. She justified it to herself by saying the bonus was for the cooking. It was going to be their secret arrangement. To be honest, she would have done it for free. In fact, that was why she had dipped a toe in with her application to join the Locks and Chains club. She was especially drawn to Dylan. That man’s voice alone was like verbal orgasm, which only left the slut angle for her to consider. Okay, so maybe I’m going to be a slut? Sleeping with three men, mostly all at once. And yes, it would fall into the gang bang category. God! That sounds harsh. Maybe that’s why they seem so excited about this whole deal. They love each other and want to stay together, but how would they convince a woman to accept the situation as it stood. Oh! My god! How many times a day will they expect me to have sex?
Even with the questions and the doubts, she wouldn’t chicken out of this. She needed a place to stay, and most of all she wanted to have the experience of a lifetime with the three boys she had wanted and fantasized about for years. She never wanted to look back and regret not taking this chance because she didn’t have the guts to go through with it. What was six months, anyway? Besides, her panties were getting damp with the images in her head right now. In fact, she was thinking about tonight. Would they want to initiate her? She was wet at the thought. My god, I need to go to the ladies’ room and relieve a bit of the tension, or I won’t make it through the day. That would be twice today she would have masturbated. Would this fall into the nympho category? What was she thinking? There were three men, which would probably mean she’d be having sex at least three times a day for the first few weeks anyway, until the novelty wore off.
She was dragged out of her mini mental breakdown by Dylan standing to get the newly revised contract from the printer.
“Well, I think this is complete. Check it over and sign,” he said. Mia checked over the contract. Every change was in place and all her requirements added.
“So let me confirm. I know it’s in the contract, but just so I can vocally get everyone’s agreement. If you guys want me out, I get a week’s notice and the ten thousand bonus. If I want out, I’m to give two weeks’ notice, and I get nothing. No bonus and no gifts, only what I walked in with?” Mia asked.
“Basically, yes,” Dylan replied.
“Just checking! Do you have a pen?” Dylan stretched his hand, offering her the pen. Mia initialed each page and signed the last. Each one of her men then signed and initialed the contract. Her men, how quickly things had changed.
“Now that’s finalized. You and Mathew will go pick up a few outfits and some other items and be back here by five o’clock. We are all going home on time tonight. We’ll go over the schedule and rules of the household once we’re home. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“While Sir has a nice ring to it, you’ll be calling me Master very soon.” Dylan leant back in his chair, clearly waiting for her to refuse. Instead, Mia stood and left his office.
* * * *
“Well, boys, it’s done! Who would have ever thought the day would end like this.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Dylan turned to look into Peter’s face and saw the love and relief in his eyes. “You’re my good boy,” he replied and watched Peter shudder in anticipation.
“Mathew, I want her naked in the house. But get her an apron that will cover her for cooking. She will need two work outfits and one casual outfit. The rest of her wardrobe can be organized later.”
“If we’re not including lingerie, I can get the clothes without her.”
“I think we’ll keep her without underwear for at least a week or two. She may be without panties forever.”
“It will be done.”
Mathew walked out of his office. Dylan felt like the sinister villain in an old movie who had manipulated all the players into his web. And now he was going to devour them all. Funny, he didn’t feel that bad about it, either.
* * * *
The day flew by, and before she knew it, the clock chimed six. Mathew had confirmed her clothes size and informed her that she didn’t need to come shopping today. He was only getting her a few outfits. On the weekend, he was going to spend the entire day with her getting a new wardrobe. She felt guilty about the amount of money they would be spending on her. But she supposed they were getting value for money, or she hoped th
ey would anyway.
The car ride home felt so strange. Part of her felt like she was walking toward the gallows, prepared for her execution. The other part felt like a little kid who had woken up on Christmas morning.
Finally, as the car pulled into the garage, she couldn’t breathe again. Dylan had gotten out in front of the house. She didn’t want to ask why and rock the boat right now. Besides, she didn’t know if she could speak without her voice squeaking or without blushing like a schoolgirl. As they entered the main living room, her gaze locked on Dylan, who was casually leaning against the fireplace.
Chapter Ten
“Well, little Mia, here you are,” Dylan said with a predatory grin.
“Here I am,” she replied, feeling shy and immature. She really had thought she was prepared for this. Now with them all standing looking at her, she felt like a virgin sacrifice to some insidious monster. Well, sexy, good-looking monsters anyway.
“Let’s go over some rules first. You said at the office you knew a bit about the BDSM lifestyle. Have you heard of safe words?” he questioned.
“Yes, a safe word is a word not normally used in everyday conversation. It will stop whatever is going on. I’m only to use it if I can’t emotionally or physically accept what’s happening,” she replied.
“Correct. In this household, we have two safe words. ‘Yellow’ is used to slow a scene or an event down. Think of it as a time out. Each person also has an absolute safe word. This word will not just end a scene. It will terminate the relationship,” he stated. His tone and the look on his face indicated that they took this very seriously.
“You mean if I use my safe word, it’s all over?” she questioned.
“Yes, I don’t play around, and I don’t accept you pushing me around with safe words. If you need a break, simply say, ‘yellow.’ If you want everything to stop, use the other word and everything stops immediately, forever,” he replied.
“But what if you’re doing something I’m not enjoying or can’t handle?” Mia asked, frightened that this was more than she could cope with.
“Then tell me you don’t like it or can’t handle it. Little Mia, I’m not some evil overlord that won’t listen to you or watch you to ensure you’re enjoying what’s happening. There is no pleasure for me in watching you suffering,” he responded.
Mia was relieved. She’d thought from his comments earlier she had no ability to stop something she didn’t like without calling a stop to the whole relationship.
“Choose your safe word now,” Dylan demanded.
Mia turned to Peter. “What’s your safe word?”
“Mia, I can’t say that out loud, and each is personal. You must select your own,” he replied.
Great, he wasn’t any help. She looked at Mathew and saw that he would say the same. Racking her brain, she tried to think of a safe word, something that wouldn’t come up in normal conversation, and then it hit her. “Purgatory,” she called out.
“Your safe word is purgatory?” Dylan asked.
“Yes, is that okay?”
“It’s not for me to judge your safe word, Mia. It’s personal to you, and my only requirement is that we all know what it is. You need to repeat it one more time for us,” he ordered.
“Okay, my safe word is purgatory,” Mia replied. She didn’t know why, but it suited the state she thought she’d be in if this didn’t work out with the guys.
“We accept your safe word, Mia. I state again the seriousness of your use of that word. If it ever leaves your lips, we will ask you to confirm it. If you do, from that moment we will organize for you to leave, and we will never see you again.
Peter said, moving closer to her, “Your health and safety will always be guaranteed while in our care. We’ll ensure even if you choose to leave us, you’re taken care of,” he added.
“Thank you,” Mia replied, even though the words sounded so formal. She was thankful that he had explained everything to her. There could be no misunderstandings or misinterpretations. She would be totally safe here. The contract offered her written protection, and hearing the sincerity in his words was the cherry on top.
“Now the formalities are out of the way. I’m sure my boys are just as anxious as I am to have you, so we’ll leave the rest of the house rules for a little later.”
“Thank god, I’m dying over here,” Peter called out.
“Strip for your Masters,” Dylan demanded in his deep baritone voice.
Mia understood why the boys called him Master. That voice just made one want to want to obey. She started unbuttoning her jacket and letting it slip from her shoulders, and then she started on her blouse. She looked at the three faces in turn around her, trying to suppress her fear. She was so embarrassed. Are they going to be attracted to me? Will they think I’m fat or ugly or both? What if, when they see me naked, they decide they’re not attracted to women and seeing me just confirms it? Shit! Shit, shit. I don’t think I can do this. While all these possibilities whirled through her head, she continued to get undressed.
As her blouse fell from her shoulders, exposing her bra-covered breasts, she heard a gasp and searching the men’s faces, terrified that it was a revolted gasp. She discovered them all staring at her. Peter had his mouth open, Mathew, whom she thought had gasped, looked shocked, and Dylan was clenching his teeth. Glancing down at her chest to see why they were so transfixed. She was wearing a plain, flesh-colored T-shirt bra. Nothing sexy or revealing. Maybe they didn’t like it. It wasn’t like she’d dressed yesterday morning knowing she’d be doing this strip. Anyway, she only owned one set of really sexy lingerie, and it was burned to a crisp.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, hoping that none of them said she was what was wrong.
“Little Mia! Look at what you’ve been hiding underneath all those unflattering clothes,” Dylan drawled with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Mia suddenly felt like a lamb trapped by the big bad wolf.
“Holy shit, Mia, you’re stacked,” Peter said, his mouth still gaping open.
“What are those, 34DD?”
Mia suddenly realized that being able to judge a bra size meant Mathew had a lot more experience with women’s breasts than she’d first thought.
“Actually I’m a 34D,” she replied. She could feel her face begin to heat under their scrutiny and the talk of her bra size. She wasn’t normally disposed to blushing, but she felt like a bug under a microscope with the three of them watching her. She had blushed more in the last twenty-four hours than the last two years.
“Take the bra off now,” Dylan demanded.
Mia still couldn’t tell if they were happy with her or not. They wouldn’t be as transfixed as they were, if they didn’t like what they saw, would they?
“Why on earth would you hide those beautiful breasts under those horrible clothes? In the three years you’ve worked for us, I’d never have guessed you were hiding those.” Mathew drooled.
“Master, please, ask her to hurry up. I really need to get my hands on them,” Peter pleaded to Dylan.
“We’re all going to be able to have our hands on them very soon, my boy.”
“I know they’re a bit big and…I have the hips to match,” Mia stuttered, apologizing.
“Little Mia, why on earth would you be ashamed of those beautiful full globes and your hips, darling? You’re curved just the way a woman should be,” Dylan stated.
“That’s just a nice way of saying heavy or fat,” she replied. God, why was she saying these things? She sounded pathetic and weak. Not the strong person she was. She’d stopped worrying so much about her body a long time ago. Well, at least she thought she had. This proved she hadn’t.
“You’re healthy and a true woman. Not a stick insect. That doesn’t make you overweight.”
“Well, all the models in magazines aren’t curvy and healthy,” Mia responded, cringing at the whiny way her voice sounded. Whoever this person was, she needed to be taken outside and shot.
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bsp; “We’ll talk about this later, but for now I want that skirt off you. Now,” Dylan demanded.
Mia placed her hands behind her back to reach her zipper, and little did she realize that it would thrust her breasts out. She heard three male groans of desire and raw lust. A slight sexy smile made its way to her lips with the realization of her power over them. They desired her, they actually loved her breasts, and they lusted after them. They wanted to touch and play with them. Being brazen, she arched her back further, seeming as though she was having problems with her zipper.
“If you don’t get that skirt off in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to tear it off your body,” Mathew said fiercely.
Mia jolted in shock. She’d never heard Mathew this demanding or commanding before. He’d always been the playboy, the flirt. She’d never seen him dominate. He had commanded her into the car earlier, but that was nothing to what he was doing now.
She let her skirt fall to the floor and prayed her heavy hips didn’t undo the lust her breasts had evoked. Their faces hadn’t changed, and, feeling more confident, she put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down over her hips, wiggling as they slid to the floor and piled on top of her other clothing. She stepped away from the tangle of clothes, completely naked save for her sensible heeled work shoes. Looking at Dylan, she questioned whether he wanted the shoes removed as well. Seeing no answer, she stepped out of her shoes. As her bare feet touched the tiled floor, she recoiled at the jolt of cold.
“I can’t believe you’d want to hide such a luscious body! Follow me.” Dylan walked out of the room without looking back to see if she was following and then moved toward the stairs.
Mia looked at both Peter and Mathew, questioning what to do. They had started to follow Dylan, so she opted to do the same. They all walked up the stairs like a trail of ants and into what was obviously the master bedroom. What awaited her was the largest bed she’d ever seen. Forget California king, this would have to be double that size. I wonder where they get bed linens. They would have to be custom made. She tried to distract herself from the moment. She was in their bedroom completely naked. They were all fully dressed, and she was now their servant and submissive. She was about to have sex with three men all at once. They were her bosses and her fantasy lovers. She was terrified.
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