Master Jamison was standing beside Megan when she opened the door for them. Brianna immediately noticed he had his hand around her waist possessively. Megan was smiling.
“Master and I are so happy you could all make it. Carrie is in the kitchen making something delicious.”
“Megan, you can take Brianna into the kitchen, where you can help Carrie. Brianna is only to watch. I do not want her helping. She’s a guest.”
“Yes, Master,” Megan said quickly.“Nick, Toby, Teddy, let’s have a drink in my den.”
The men walked away as Megan motioned for Brianna to follow her.
She was glad she had worn casual, but not too casual, black pants and a lavender blouse. Neither Nick, Toby, nor Teddy had said one word to her about how she should dress or behave. She had wanted to ask them but thought better of it. This way, no matter what happened, they wouldn’t be upset that she had not done as instructed. Not that she wasn’t up for their punishment, because she always was, she just didn’t want to disappoint them.
When the men were out of earshot, Megan said, “You look nice. I’m glad you didn’t wear a costume. Master told both Carrie and I that tonight we could wear regular clothes. If you had come in costume, I’m afraid he would have made us change.”
Brianna blinked. “Regular clothes? What do you normally wear?”
Megan smiled. “I can tell you’re going to be shocked. Unless I’m going out to a meeting or the store or something, I don’t wear any clothes unless I’m in costume. You know, a thong and a bustier or something like that. Master believes that what we wear or don’t wear has a great deal of impact on how we see ourselves.”
“Oh,” Brianna said wondering if that was the way with most submissives and their Masters.
“I actually prefer no clothing now. Master and Carrie have helped me to like my body and to be proud of it,” she said somewhat defensively.
“Of course. I wasn’t judging. Honest. It’s just that I’m not actually a twenty-four-seven submissive.”
“I see. I’ve known subs like that. It’s whatever works for you. But honestly, most of the ones I’ve known have become twenty-four-seven. It seems to be the natural progression for the way things eventually work out. Do you like not always being theirs?”
Before Brianna could answer, they had entered the kitchen, and Carrie looked up from the cucumbers she was cutting with a smile that showed even white teeth. She was pretty with a voluptuous figure and long black hair that she wore piled up into a sexy “Who cares?” style. The tight beige spandex pants she was wearing highlighted every curve, and her white sleeveless top hugged her braless breasts so tightly her nipple rings were outlined. Brianna knew she was quite a bit older than Megan from things Megan had said. However, she looked like she could have been the same age.
“Hello, Brianna. I’m so happy to meet you. You’re all Megan talks about. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she had a crush on you.”
“Carrie,” Megan said, her embarrassment obvious by the redness of her face and the high pitch of her voice.
“I didn’t say you did,” Carrie said before she laughed. “Brianna knows I’m just kidding, right?”
“Megan and I have become good friends. I hope you and I will become friends too,” Brianna countered.
“That would be nice,” Carrie said with an understanding nod. “Now, Megan, I need your help with the salad. Pour Brianna a glass of juice or something. Master says she’s not allowed to help us.”
“I know.” Megan hurried over to the refrigerator and came back with a glass. “Is apple juice okay?”
“That’s fine. I’ll just sit here at the table if that’s all right.”
“Yes. Please sit down. I want to hear all about that scene of yours. I didn’t see it. Master wanted to expose Megan to the club without having me there for support.”
“Master’s not sure I’m ready to get back into the lifestyle. He wanted to gauge my reactions without my turning to Carrie.”
“But you call him Master?” Brianna asked.
“He allows me to call him Master even though we have not played, because I live here and he’s a twenty-four-seven Dom, and if I live here, I need to live by the rules. I’m the first woman to live her without being collared. It’s just that he won’t touch me in that way until he’s sure.”
“Did you see that therapist I told you about?”
“Annie Yes. She’s met with all three of us. She thinks we should wait until I have at least a year clean.”
“When will that be?” Brianna asked with sympathy.
“Not soon enough,” Carrie said tossing the salad. “It’s killing all of us.”
“It will be another few months,” Megan said with tears in her eyes.
“Then you should wait. Annie’s wonderful. She’s helped me so much,” Brianna said, hoping Megan understood the importance of waiting.
“I have no choice. Master will not go against what Anniehas said.”
“Your Master sounds like a good man.”
“Oh, he is, Brianna. He’s kind and compassionate along with being strict. He doesn’t ask anything of me that I’m not willing to give.”
“He’s the best Master I’ve ever had,” Carrie said, her voice soft. “I love him.”
“Can I ask you a question?” Brianna asked, looking at Carrie.
“Of course. What would you like to know?”
“Will you all play together or separately?”
Carrie smiled. “We play together and separately. I’m bisexual, as is Megan. We will submit to Master, and when he allows us, we will pleasure one another. Sometimes he will watch, but other times, when he is away on business and if we’ve been good, he will allow us to play without him.”
“I thought that might be the case when you insinuated Megan might have a crush on me.”
“I was sort of kidding,” Carrie said looking to Megan, who was turning red again. “But I also wanted to know if you had an interest in her. Master has allowed his subs to play with others on occasion.”
“I’m glad we’re talking about this. I’m not bisexual. I only wish to play with my Masters. But, I’m pleased that you would have welcomed me to play.”
“See, I told you so,” Megan said turning to Carrie and sticking out her tongue.
“I may be submissive, but don’t think I can’t give you a spanking. Master knows I like to switch every now and then with another submissive.”
“Switch?” Brianna looked to Carrie.
“Some subs like to dominate too. I would never want to or try to dominate Master, but I have become dominant with other subs. It can be fun.”
“Wow. I have so much to learn.”
“I’ll be glad to talk to you whenever you can get away and Master allows it.” Carrie gave Brianna a genuine smile.
Brianna had a feeling that now that Carrie knew she wasn’t competition for Megan, they could be friends.
“Megan,” Carrie said firmly, “help me bring everything into the dining room. I’m about to take out the roast. We’ll eat shortly.” She looked over to where Brianna was sitting. “Please tell the men dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
Brianna walked slowly out of the kitchen and toward where she heard male voices. She was hesitant to interrupt them. When she was at the entrance to the room they were chatting in, she tried to still the beating of her heart. She knew how she presented herself was important. She didn’t want to embarrass her Masters.
She walked in quietly and stood next to the sofa where Nick was sitting. She didn’t say anything as she knelt beside him, keeping her eyes lowered.
“Brianna, do you have something you wish to tell us?” he asked.
“Master”—she took a breath—“Carrie wanted me to tell you all that dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
“Very good, Brianna. You can wait here until we go in for dinner,” he said before he turned back to Master Jamison.
She listened while all four men discussed
local politics and how they supported the incumbent. She thought one of her Masters might have told her to get up off her knees and sit with them, but the order was not forthcoming.
When they all stood, Nick looked down at her and held his hand out without saying a word. She took his hand as he drew her up and against his chest.
He said for her ears only, “You’re doing so well. I can see a reward in your future.”
She all but creamed her panties. When she looked over at Toby and Teddy, they were smiling at her. Master Jamison was also smiling.
Master Jamison led the way, and they went into the dining room. The roast smelled delicious. Both Carrie and Megan were standing at their place settings. Carrie told them each where to sit. Once the men were seated, the women sat.
Brianna wasn’t quite sure she liked this. It was okay for an evening, but she couldn’t imagine never being herself. Although, she didn’t know what liberties Carrie and Megan were allowed when they were here alone with Master Jamison. This could all be because they had company. But something told her that this was more the way of things than not.
Dinner went smoothly with the men monopolizing the conversation. The women were asked questions and spoke at that time. However, Brianna noticed that neither Carrie nor Megan initiated conversation. A number of times she wanted to join in the conversation, especially when they were discussing some local events, but Megan gave her look that warned her to be quiet. Well, she thought, when in Rome…
After dinner the men decided to play some pool. Brianna followed Carrie and Megan into the kitchen and had a second cup of coffee while she watched them clean up. She would have liked to have helped them, but she was told once again that she was not allowed.
“I’m not sure,” she began, “that I’m cut out to be a twenty-four-seven submissive.”
“Not everyone is,” Carrie said as she stacked the dishwasher.
“No. It’s not for everyone. But I find I crave it now. I can’t imagine living any other way. I just want to belong. And right now I don’t.” Megan sighed as she poured herself a cup of coffee and came to sit next to Brianna.
“I know it’s hard to wait. But Annie wouldn’t ask you to wait if she didn’t think it was in your best interest.”
“I know you’re right,” Megan agreed, “but it’s all I think about, especially when I know Master is with Carrie and I can’t join them.”
“I know it’s hard for you,” Carrie said coming over and putting her arm around Megan. “We want you there too, but when you are able to be with us, it is going to be awesome.”
Megan smiled weakly. “I know. I know.”
Brianna changed the subject, “So, Carrie said she wanted to know all about the scene I was in at the club. But did you know,” she said, her eyes connecting with Carrie’s, “that I saw you scene at a party?”
“That night at Master Richards’s home. I thought that was you, but since I wasn’t sure, I didn’t want to say anything.”
“Yes. That was me, and I have to say, you and Master Jamison were wonderful. You both put me in the right frame of mind, and it was a beautiful show of submission.”
Megan sat down at the table. “Thank you, Brianna. That is really nice of you to say.”
“It’s the truth. You helped me to understand my own submissive side.”
“Now about you,” Carrie said playfully. “Megan told me what you did, but tell me how you felt.”
“It was incredible. I didn’t think I would like having everyone watch, but it just intensified the pleasure.”
“Would you do it again?” Megan asked.
“Yes. I will. I want to. I loved submitting to them like that, and they were over-the-top. I’ve never felt so loved.”
Brianna heard the silence as she realized what she had just said.
“Do you love them?” Megan asked softly, her hand covering Brianna’s.
Brianna felt the tears pooling in her eyes. “Yes. I love them. But I don’t think they love me.”
“Why don’t you think they love you?” Carrie asked.
“They’ve never said it, and honestly, we haven’t been together that long.”
“It’s not the amount of time; it’s the depth of the feelings. They can be strong right from the beginning. Master and I weren’t together long before I told him I loved him. And although Megan hasn’t been collared yet, I love her already.”
“Oh, Carrie,” Megan said with a sob in her voice, “I love you too.”
“You need to tell them how you feel,” Carrie told her. “They need to hear those words from you.”
“But what if they don’t feel the same way?”
“Then you’ll know.”
Brianna took another sip of her coffee. Was Carrie right? Should she tell them she had fallen in love with them? What if they told her they couldn’t see her anymore? But what if they loved her too?
Chapter Fifteen
Brianna kneeled naked in front of the playroom, waiting for her Masters. They had eaten dinner and watched a little TV before Toby had ordered her to the playroom. She had almost ran to her room and to disrobed as quickly as she could. She had lost count of the times she had been tied up, whipped, flogged, blindfolded, handcuffed, and spanked. Her body had never felt so alive.
There was no doubt in her mind that she was completely and totally in love with them. All she wanted was to be with them whether they were involved in a scene or just watching television together. She truly couldn’t get enough of them. Even at night, when they left her exhausted from using and pleasuring her body, she wanted to have them inside her again and again. She was worried that her obsession had carried over into her work life. What she used to find somewhat interesting, she now found boring. It was like if Nick, Toby, and Teddy weren’t involved in some way in what she was doing, she couldn’t wait for it to end.
She had also thought a lot about telling them how she felt as Carrie had suggested. She wanted to, but every time she thought she had worked up the nerve, the words didn’t come. She knew it was because she was so afraid of losing them.
She heard their footsteps and closed her eyes. She was positioned in front of the playroom door as they had demanded of her.
The door was unlocked, and all three men stepped inside and left the door open.
“Come,” Nick commanded.
She stood and walked into the playroom. She moved with the kind of grace that came from knowing these men thought she was beautiful.
“On the bench. Ass in the air,” Toby told her.
She climbed up onto the bench and pushed her ass up high the way she knew they liked it. The anticipation of what they were going to do her was overwhelming every other sense that she had because this was what she had been craving all day.
She held her breath as Toby shoved a large dildo inside her and then turned it on to vibrate. She moaned softly. Each man took his turn spanking her, reddening her ass cheeks. The motion of the dildo along with the pressure of their palms was sending her into a frenzy of need and desire. When the spanking stopped, she was lifted with the dildo still vibrating inside her and taken to the center of the room, where she was secured to a hook with a rope tether. Her toes were barely touching the floor.
“We will let you come, sweet Brianna, but not just yet,” Nick said as he cupped her pussy with his hand and squeezed it.
She felt her orgasm gathering momentum and bit her lip. “Please, Master,” she begged, “I can’t take much more.”
“You can and you will,” he stated.
Toby and Teddy stood beside Nick. They each had what she knew was a nipple clamp. They affixed them to her nipples and tightened them. She cried out. The pain only added to her need to be fucked. She felt like a wild animal that was about to lose all control.
“Please, oh God, please let me come,” she begged.
The dildo was removed from her ass. She wasn’t even sure which man had taken it out. All she knew was she had been stretched to the limit. Her orga
sm wanted to overtake her. She knew when it did, it would be greater than any she had had before.
Finally she was released into Nick’s arms. He carried her to the bed and put her down on top of Teddy, who lifted her slightly to accommodate his long, thick cock, which forged itself up into her dripping wet pussy. The feel of him was almost more than she could bear.
Teddy lifted her so her ass was pushed outward. She braced herself.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty little red ass now,” Nick said, “while Teddy fucks that wet pussy of yours. Toby will lift your head so that your mouth can find his cock. He’ll fuck your face until he empties himself down your beautiful throat.”
“Yes, Master,” she cried out. “Yes.”
Toby entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her head upward. Her lips sought his cock and sucked him inside her mouth. She could already taste his pre-cum. Her body was moving with wild abandon as she lost it completely and gave in to the sensations that made her practically pass out from the intensity of the pleasure running through every inch of her body. She was spiraling out of control over and over as the extreme force of each orgasm shook her from the inside out. Toby’s cock slipped from her mouth as his come dripped down her face. She knew she should have taken it all, but she was powerless to control her body.
Toby’s strong arms encircled her as he lifted her upward. Teddy and Nick both cried out as they came deep inside her. She was grateful for Toby’s strength because without it, she would have collapsed. He held her tightly and took her right into the adjoining bathroom. She felt the warm water cascade over her body as Nick and Teddy joined them. Toby continued to hold her as hands soaped and washed her. She wasn’t sure she had the energy to walk back to the room and again was grateful for Toby, who continued to hold her as Nick and Teddy toweled her dry.
She assumed they were going to take her back to her room and let her sleep. However, they weren’t heading toward her room. She could barely open her eyes, but when she saw where they were taking her, she felt such happiness she thought she might implode.
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