by Kimmy Vere
With her slit still pulsating with need, Britney didn’t know what to do. She squirmed, held in place by obedience and training. Even as her heart started beating faster, she tried to tell herself that it was probably just a delivery guy or something. He had only referenced their friends tease her.
Then he had his hand on the door. He turned the knob and pulled.
Someone was supposed to say something about how he had to sign for a package. Or maybe the driver would already be marching back to his vehicle, ready to make his next delivery.
“Shannon,” he said. “Olivia. It’s good to see you both,” he told their friends.
Britney shut her eyes, doing everything she could to hide from them even as she tried to convince herself that this was just a game. He was teasing her! He had to be teasing her! There was no way her friends would actually get to see her in this position, enslaved before her husband!
With her eyes closed, Britney instinctively thought of her friends. Shannon, blonde and gorgeous with sharp, almost catlike features. Then there was Olivia, a girl with black hair and big breasts. They were all good friends. The four of them hung out all the time.
“What is this?”
“Ladies, I would like you to meet my slave. Britney obeys my every command.”
Finally, Britney felt like she had no choice. Naked except for the collar around her neck and the panties offering some thin semblance of modesty, Britney managed to open her eyes and see her friends standing there.
They had already stepped into the house. This wasn’t a game or a joke. They were seeing her just like this.
“Britney has been completely trained to obey my every command. As she doesn’t try to think for herself or argue with me ever. She knows that if she did, there would be consequences, and they can be quite severe.
Shannon and Olivia glanced back at one another like they didn’t know what to make of this. They had probably never imagined a scenario where they would see their friend in this position.
With every second, Britney expected some indignant comment from both of the girls. They were best friends! They wouldn’t be able to stand seeing her like this!
“That collar is cute!” Shannon said. “Oh yeah,” agreed Olivia. “It really demonstrates that you own her now.”
Britney felt her lips fall open. She couldn’t help it. She gulped, tried to speak, and then she felt the tip of Adam’s shoe against her flank. It was a silent reminder, a comment that if she spoke out of turn, she could be punished again. And with her backside still throbbing from that last spanking, Britney couldn’t risk it.
Britney took in quick, desperate little breaths as Adam invited their friends in. “Please, have a seat. I was hoping we could have a conversation about the future.”
Britney didn’t move from her place on her hands and knees, not until Adam called out to her, “Come here, slave. You may sit on the floor.”
Olivia chuckled. “You make her sit on the floor?”
“Only when I feel like it,” he said. “But right now, I thought it would be a good idea. Especially because I’m interested in showing you just how obedient she can be. She loves serving me, so I’m sure she will be happy to do the same for my friends.”
As Britney heard those words, she turned and crawled toward her Master, just as ordered. Even so, she kept thinking of some way to try to get out of this. Inside of her head, she imagined a dozen different conversations where she could just stop this. It should have been easy, only she soon found herself kneeling before him again.
“In position,” he ordered.
Britney straightened her back, braced herself on her knees, and she crossed her wrists. As she did so, she felt like a show dog again, but she couldn’t help herself, not after she had been so thoroughly trained.
“How does this work?”
“With the rest of the world, Britney gets to pretend that she is an independent woman. But at home, she is my slave.”
“Wow,” Shannon said. She had instinctively raised her hand and now twirled some of her blonde hair around her finger. “That’s pretty incredible. I mean, when she’s with us, she’s so stubborn!”
“Yeah, she—” Olivia started to say, only to stop herself.
“What is it?” Adam asked.
Olivia pressed her lips together into a little pout, like she didn’t want to risk saying something rude or offensive.
Adam tilted his head to the side. “As you can see, my girl is very well trained. Don’t think of her as an equal, not anymore. She’s a slave. She belongs to me, and she knows her place. If she ever steps out of line, I will discipline her. Or if we decide we would like to move forward, then either of you will be able to discipline her as well.”
Either of you will be able to discipline her as well. Britney heard those words, each and every syllable, yet she couldn’t believe any of it! This wasn’t supposed to be possible! No one was supposed to see her like this!
Hatred and embarrassment and anger all swirled together inside of her chest. It felt like a tornado. But if she really despised this is much as she silently claimed, then why was she so wet underneath her panties? Why could she feel that excited tension cling to her body?
“Discipline her?” Shannon asked, now close to nibbling down on her bottom lip.
“That’s right. Sometimes she needs to be spanked. Would you like to see it?”
“No, Master please, don’t,” Britney quickly said, letting the words tumble from her lips. The moment they were out, her eyes widened.
“And just like that, she needs to be spanked,” he said. “On my lap, slave.”
“Wait. You’re serious? You’re really going to spank her like she’s a child?” Olivia asked.
“No. More like she’s a slave. If you want, you can watch me paddle her instead.”
Since she already got in trouble for speaking, Britney managed to hold her tongue even as her two best friends glanced back at one another. Britney had on a white skirt and pink tank top. Olivia just wore jeans and a T-shirt. Since Britney had on nothing but her panties and collar, she felt utterly demeaned and exposed. It didn’t help that her breasts were on display. And yes, both of her friends had snuck a couple of glances in her direction, probably because they instinctively wanted to compare sizes and think of who was the hottest, even if they didn’t say anything about it.
“You can paddle her?” Olivia repeated the words, and she seemed utterly amazed. “That’s crazy. I mean, she’s always so stubborn whenever we hang out.”
Britney blushed, thinking of her persona out with her friends. Sure enough, she was the girl who would never back down. But here she was, silenced by her husband and potentially on the verge of getting punished in front of her best friends!
“Britney, fetch the paddle.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, jumping to her feet.
Britney hopped up onto her bare feet and rushed out of the living room. She returned to their bedroom, founded the gorgeously varnished paddle and picked it up. When she felt the familiar weight, she froze. She looked back at the bedroom door, grateful to be alone for a few seconds, yet she already knew her Master wouldn’t allow her much more time.
Her task was simple. She now needed to return.
But Shannon and Olivia would see her getting spanked! They would watch her get punished!
As her heart started to beat a little bit faster in her chest, she hesitated again, taking a step forward, only to freeze in place.
“I’m a slave,” she mouthed. Britney didn’t risk making a sound. She made no noise whatsoever as she turned and walked through the doors back out into the hall. Moments later, she found herself back before her Master.
Her friends were laughing at something he had just said. Then she glanced back at them, and realized something. Both Shannon and Olivia were admiring Adam, their eyes hungry and shining with lust.
Britney parted her lips.
For just a second, she pictured herself on her knees, watching
the three of them ravish one another on the floor or in their bed. Her fingers pushed up into the palms of her hands, and she tried to hate that imagined nightmare. Or was it a fantasy?
Obediently, Britney brought the paddle back to her Master, who took it and held it tightly in his grip. He smacked the flat, wooden surface down against the palm of his hand before nodding.
“What you girls think of this?”
“It looks intense,” Shannon said.
“Very intense,” Olivia agreed.
“Maybe you want to leave?” Britney asked in a small voice.
Adam, Shannon, and Olivia all looked at her as though she were crazy and had just said something wacky about wearing banana pants. But then, her Master smirked for just an instant before his expression hardened into something fierce and stern. His hand shot up, and he grabbed her by her collar, his finger sliding lightly through the ring dangling off of that leather band. He pulled down, dragging Britney right across his lap.
“Bare bottom,” he said.
Britney held out for another heartbeat before she started pleading with him. “No, please. No, Master! Please, don’t! Don’t spank me! Not in front of them!”
“If I pull down your panties right now, are you going to be even more turned on than before?”
She kept squirming, but so much of the fight left her when he asked that simple question because they both knew the truth. Maybe Shannon and Olivia hadn’t figured it out yet, but Britney was desperately turned on by this humiliation. She just couldn’t help herself.
He grabbed her panties and yanked them down.
Just like that, he pushed one hand between her legs, and his finger lightly teased her. He just barely touched her pussy, but Britney started to moan like a little slut. She couldn’t help herself, not as the pleasure coursed through her skin. But then, she felt the color drain away from her cheeks because her friends were laughing again.
“Wow! We had no idea,” Olivia said.
Britney risked glancing over at her friends, and maybe she even meant to say something, but then the paddle came down hard, crashing against her backside. The pain exploded over her skin, flashing into the rest of her body.
“I’m going to spank you until you beg for the chance to tell them about your life.”
What?
He pushed his hand deeper between her legs, his fingers penetrating her now. He teased her clitoris, gently massaging that one special spot until she started to moan. She was close to an orgasm now.
Then he withdrew his hand and paddled her three more times in quick succession. A red flush began to gather along the curves of her tight little ass.
“What are you going to do?”
“Beg for the chance to tell them about my life!”
“Good girl,” he said, paddling her three more times. Each time that wood came down, Britney cried out, gasping, moaning, frustrated and demeaned. This was her husband, after all. He wasn’t supposed to be able to punish her like this. But over the course of their relationship, Britney had learned her place. She knew what her Master could do: whatever he liked.
She was a slave, property, a toy to be used and owned.
As she held onto those realities, she braced herself for the next burst of striking agony.
Britney didn’t need to wait long.
With every smack, he made her whimper until something inside of her shattered. Another barrier collapsed, and she began to beg, “Please. Please let me tell them about my life! Please, Master! I know I’m nothing but a dumb slut, but I want to tell them about my life. Please, allow me to, Master!”
He didn’t say anything at first, but the paddling stopped, which was a good sign. Then he reached down and began to lightly glide his fingers over the smooth curves of her rear. When he touched her, electric stimulation seemed to jolt through her body. She tried to jerk away, yet he used his free hand, bracing her down and making sure she couldn’t get away.
When she risked another glance at her friends, she saw them studying this scene, both girls utterly enraptured by what they saw.
“Crawl over to your superiors and tell them about your life,” Adam ordered.
Superiors?
Under any other circumstance, Britney would have balked, maybe laughing or saying that he was nuts. Obviously, she wasn’t their inferior. She was just as good as they were!
But then she fell to the floor, pulled her panties back up, and crawled across the room over to her friends.
Olivia leaned back in the couch, her eyes focused on the brown haired girl before her. At the same time, Shannon leaned down and seemed to part her legs slightly, almost as though she had something in mind.
“May I tell you about my life?”
“Address each girl as Mistress,” Adam ordered.
“Mistress Shannon,” Britney began, her eyes downcast. “Mistress Olivia. May I tell you about my life?”
Obviously, the two girls were supposed to agree giddily.
But then, Shannon smiled wickedly and glanced over at Olivia. “I don’t know. What do you think, Olivia? Should we allow this slave girl to tell us about her life?”
As Britney heard that snide question, she blushed again, feeling the heat spread over her cheeks. Had she ever been this red before? She really didn’t know.
But now, she gulped and looked over at her Master. Adam might punish her if she didn’t do a sufficiently good job. She had to beg. Plead. She had to do a better job!
“Please, Mistresses! Please, allow me the opportunity to tell you about what it’s like to be a slave! Please, I’m begging you! Please, I really, really need you to understand what my life is like now!”
“You need?” Olivia asked, her lips curving slightly. “I didn’t think slaves were allowed to need anything. I mean, isn’t that the point of being a slave? You do as you’re told. You don’t get to make demands.”
Just as quickly as the blush appeared along Britney’s cheeks, it disappeared again, leaving her pale as she realized her mistake. Uncertain of herself, she didn’t know what to do or say. Her thoughts turned into a hazy miasma as she tried to figure something out.
Then both girls started laughing.
“Kiss our shoes and ask again,” Olivia said, raising her foot and wiggling it on the air.
Britney hated doing this, yet she didn’t see any other option. She crawled forward, bowed her head down, and pressed her lips to the tip of Olivia’s shoe. As she kissed her friends shoe, she felt another slap of indignation and humiliation deep within her body.
Mostly naked and on display, Britney realized something.
Her friends would never look at her the same way again. Every time they saw her, even if they pretended this moment didn’t exist, they would still think of her on her hands and knees with that collar around her neck.
“Please, Mistress Olivia. May I tell you?”
“Maybe,” said the black-haired girl.
Britney nodded and accepted that as something close to a win. Next, Britney crawled over to her other friend, bent her head down again, and kissed her shoe. She could feel the soft leather underneath her lips before raising her head and pleading, “Mistress Shannon, may I please tell you?”
“You may. But afterward, you have to give me an orgasm with that little mouth of yours.” Shannon spoke quickly, as though she didn’t know if she could really get the words out. But then Britney felt her eyes get huge. She jerked her head back, looking toward her Master who gave an almost imperceptible nod.
What?
Apparently enjoying this moment, Shannon leaned forward. “I can take off my panties, and you can lick me.”
“No. No way. You have to be kidding!” Britney said, nearly standing up before she remembered her place. As a slave, she couldn’t rise to her feet without explicit permission from her owner. Adam hadn’t given it.
But when she looked over at her husband, his eyes twinkled with mischievous delight. It was clear that he knew exactly what he wanted. Just as importa
ntly, he had already discussed this with her friend!
As her heart pounded in her chest, Britney didn’t know if she could do this. Sure, she and her friends had flirted and teased one another before. They could get drunk and friendly, hugging and holding one another. But Britney had never tasted another girl. She had never imagined scenario where she might slide her pretty mouth between the inner thighs of another woman.
“What are you waiting for?” Adam asked, his tone playful and teasing.
With her heart still hammering in her chest, Britney slowly turned around. She looked up at the other girl and said, “Yes, Mistress Shannon. I will go down on you and do my best to make you feel good.”
“Lovely,” Shannon said, almost giggling like a high school cheerleader.
After another two or three seconds of hesitation: Britney looked at the other girls. “As a slave, I must do everything my master commands. I belong to him. I am his property. At home, I follow his every order. I cook and clean for him. I do laundry, serve him, and please him whenever possible.
“Be more specific,” Olivia chided.
“I go down on him. He has sex with me. He uses me and punishes me whenever he sees fit.”
“Oh, really?” Shannon asked. “And what kind of punishment do you get?”
She knew. The bitch already knew! And yet, she still wanted to hear about it.
As her nostrils flared, Britney wanted to smack the other girl hard across the face. She wanted to say that none of this was fair, but her training and naturally subservient tendencies found her. Whether she liked it or not, Britney found herself answering truthfully, “I might be tied down, spanked, paddled, or teased.
“Teased?” Olivia said, sounding unimpressed.
“Yeah,” Shannon complained. “That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.”
Adam chuckled from the other side of the room, leaving his slave to explain. Britney bowed her head down and told them, “Teasing is one of the worst punishments. He will tie me down, touch me, make me so desperately horny, all without allowing me to get off.”
“So what you’re saying,” Shannon teased, touching one finger to the corner of her mouth, “is that you’re really nothing but a horny slut.”
