Loading...Antoinette walked into The Hollow with her puppy, Christopher. Immediately, he took her coat, took his off and handed them to the coat check girl. Antoinette was dressed in a long leather dress, custom made for her generous curves to give her an hourglass figure. The dress was black with red flames licking up from hem to knees; the skirt was split on both sides to mid-thigh, where corset style lacing closed the dress to her armpits.
Knee high red leather boots encased her calves with the four inch heels showcased her ass and made many people pant for her. The top of the dress was a halter that plunged into a deep V and displayed her cleavage. Snowy white skin looked cold and untouchable. Blonde hair flowed down her back from its place tucked behind her ears; emerald green eyes took in everything as she entered the main room of the fetish club she belonged to.
She paused and held out her left hand.
Christopher, for she very, very rarely called him anything else, immediately put his leash in her hand and went to all fours on the floor. She smiled down at him. “Good puppy,” she murmured. She took in his outfit, leather butt-less pants with carefully concealed kneepads, no shirt, the hood that gave him ears and a snout, mittens to give him paws and a tail attached to a butt plug.
Christopher, his voice muffled by the dog-shaped hood he wore, “If I may, Mistress, how about the Cross tonight?”
She nodded, pleased. “Let’s get a drink first.”
A few minutes later a waiter clad only in brief leather shorts and a harness that crisscrossed his chest followed Antoinette to a table. The waiter set her tall tequila sunrise on the table and a bowl with a bottle of MDG 64 poured into it on the floor. She thanked the boy and sat down. Christopher knelt on the floor beside her chair, “Mistress, may I remove the hood to drink?”
She smiled and petted him absentmindedly as she looked for friends. “Of course Christopher.” As he removed the hood, setting it on the table, and bent forward to lap the beer from the bowl, Antoinette’s eyes passed over two newcomers sitting together in a corner booth. Both were male. One had dark red hair and blue eyes, the other had black hair and really dark eyes. Antoinette tried to tell what color they were but couldn’t in the dim light in the bar area.
She stared a moment too long and both pairs of eyes swung to hers with a frightening intensity. Both sets of eyes raked her from head to toe and did the same for Christopher. Immediately they started talking to each other. Antoinette shivered as a premonition of danger washed over her. She looked away and nervously began stroking Christopher’s hair.
When she finished her drink and dragged a willing pet to the Cross. She strung him up and began using The Hollow’s toys on him. She flogged him until the stripes ran into each other. She faltered a couple of times as the two men passed near her. They were both very tall. They towered over her, even though the four inch heels made her close to six feet tall. They both had at least 6 inches on her. They were both broad shouldered with waists that tapered into narrow hips. The denim they both wore was covered by leather chaps that displayed their attributes to mouth-watering proportions.
Antoinette shivered as the dark one passed close enough to almost touch her. What should have been a good time ground to a halt for her as her focus narrowed in on those two men. Sooner than usual, she bundled her puppy up and wished her friends a good night.
That night, having caged Christopher, she went to her bed alone. She reached into her bedside table and pulled out her jackrabbit. After she turned it on Antoinette teased herself with it by running it over her outer labia again and again. She closed her eyes and tried out her usual fantasies as she pushed the thick dildo between her lips and put it to her clit. Her hips bucked as the orgasm built to a crescendo.
Suddenly two pairs of eyes appeared in her imagination, the owners following quickly.
Antoinette gasped as her eyes flew open and her hands jerked the toy away from her. “Nooo,” she moaned. Determined to ease her frustration, she turned to a wicked memory where Christopher mounts her like a dog to fuck her. Her pleasure quickly reached soaring heights.
Deep, sensuous voices sounded in her ears, “Oh yes, you like that, don’t you, slut?”
Too caught up to stop, she reached blindly for her drawer and pulled out a medium sized plug. She dipped it in her soaking pussy and shoved it into her ass with one hard thrust. She screamed with the pain/pleasure of it and did the same with the rabbit, shoving it into her cunt as hard as she could. The ears on the little rabbit buzzed against her clit and she almost came.
“No, not yet. Hold out, lil one,” a voice said.
“Yes, wait, like the good slut you could be,” another added.
She whimpered and pulled the dildo back out a little bit.
“Fuck your cunt hard,” the first voice said.
So she did, helpless to do anything but obey.
“Feel the orgasm build in your belly, let it spiral out.” The second voice paused then added, “Yes, yes, like that.”
Antoinette was writhing on her bed, hips banging up and down, driving the plug deeper with each down thrust.
“Now!” Both voices whispered the word in her ear and Antoinette screamed as the most intense orgasm of her life crashed over her with an explosion of fireworks behind her eyes. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her as she kept fucking herself over and over, unable to stop. She passed out with the toys in her, the batteries on the jackrabbit winding down. Helpless little moans and whimpers escaped her lips as she tossed and turned through the night.
The following morning, Antoinette awoke and found herself tangled in the bed sheets. The jackrabbit had fallen from her sometime in the restless night but the plug was still deep in her ass. She felt embarrassed and well used. Her dreams had been full of those two men from the club. They’d been doing…things to her that she wouldn’t allow anyone to do, ever. She didn’t like not being in control. Somehow though, it had felt almost right. Her skin tingled as if she had indeed been flogged; her nipples ached as if they had been clamped then abused with slaps and teeth.
Antoinette went in the bathroom to shower and looked in the full length mirror. She was shocked to find her skin was flushed, her nipples looked bruised and her bare pussy was swollen. She almost cried when she caught herself smiling at what appeared to be evidence that she had, indeed, become the slave of those men from the club. She vetoed the shower and pulled on her running clothes. Before she left the house she stopped to let Christopher from his cage. “Clean my bedroom, I think the jackrabbit needs new batteries. I want breakfast when I get back.”
Christopher knelt and kissed her runner clad feet, “Yes Mistress.”
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Two men were sharing breakfast, served by a nude girl, petite and almost as dark as the taller of the two men. The redhead looked at the other over his paper. “Well, Max, I think we made a great start on that girl.”
Maximus grinned, well pleased with the night’s efforts, “I quite agree Thomas. Let’s leave her alone for the week. Let her think it’s just because we were at The Hollow.”
Thomas laughed and reached out to the slave girl who had just poured his coffee. “I think, my pet, we will have someone new in a little while.” He patted her behind.
The girl just nodded and curtsied, as much of a curtsey being naked would allow, before almost running from the room.
Max watched her go and sighed, “Seems that one isn’t quite right either. Perhaps the blonde will be, hmm?”
“Indeed. She certainly seems strong enough. What was her name again?”
“Antoinette.”
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Antoinette was beginning to feel frazzled. It seemed that every time she turned around, those two men were there. At first it had just been at the club. Every time she saw them there she had had to masturbate when she got home and she always woke up the same way, feeling used and abused.
Then she started seeing them outside her store. She was a florist and owned her own shop and it was doing very well for she had flair and imagination. She was easy for customers to talk to and somehow she always knew just what she wanted.
One day, the redhead walked in. He was breathtaking. He obviously took care of his body, the jeans and tight tee he worse made sure people noticed. He was every bit of six feet, four inches and yes, his eyes were blue. He wandered around her store, looking at the small gifts, the coolers full of flowers and the live plants on display. He touched everything he looked at. He studied her awards and diplomas and nodded in satisfaction. As for herself, she had stood nervously chewing her inner lip; she wanted with every fiber of her being to please this man and for him to find her work pleasing.
It was not a thought process she was familiar with and she wasn’t sure she liked it so when he smiled, purchased a small teddy bear with a pink silk rose in its paws, and left with a nod she rushed to her small washroom.
Antoinette gave herself a stern look in the mirror. “You are the Dominant! Men want to please you, not the other way around! Make this man grovel at your feet. You can do it. You’re good at it, one of the best.” She took several deep breaths and went back to work, pleased with her pep talk to herself. The pleasure didn’t last long; a sardonic chuckle filled her head moments later.
Several weeks later, several weekends of being haunted by them at the club, of seeing them in her tiny plaza full of specialty shops, of masturbating furiously with their voices in her head, the dark haired man walked in. It was Thursday and she hoped – no feared – that she would see them again.
He went unerringly to the cooler with the roses. He studied them for several minutes then turned to look at her. He raised his left eyebrow and she almost scurried to see what he needed. She passed a display of greeting cards that hid her for a moment and she stopped to take a deep breath and slow herself down. Closing the distance between them she opened her mouth to speak, “May…” she was dismayed that it came out in a squeak and cleared her throat, “May I help you Sir?” There, that was better. She tried a smile and was pleased to see that her mouth moved the way she wanted it to.
“Of course you may, lil one.”
At the last two words, Antoinette’s belly tightened, fluid rushed from her pussy and she had to fight to keep her knees locked. She opened her mouth twice before she could get the words out. “What would you like?”
“Sir,” Max prompted.
“Sir.” Her head bobbed in a nod with the word.
“I would like you,” he paused to take a breath and Antoinette’s mind rushed to fill in the words in her head -to suck my cock – and she gulped. “I would like you to tell me what your favorite rose is.”
She thought about it for a moment then pointed to a blood red rose with almost black petal edges, “That one, the Tradescant.”
“Why?”
Antoinette studied the flower and reached in to pull one from its container. She stroked the petals as she spoke, “It’s almost the color of blood. The petals are like velvet and the bud, before it begins to unfurl, is an ordinary red. You don’t know its potential until fully opens for you.”
Max smiled and reached to stroke the bloom, his fingers brushing over hers. Immediately, heat like summer lightening jolted through her hand and headed straight for her clit. She snatched her hand away with a gasp and dropped the rose. Max bent down to pick it up and handed it back. He whispered in her ear, “A lot like people, wouldn’t you say?” His breath caressed her ear and she nearly melted. After she managed to nod he straightened to his full height of six feet, six inches. She decided at that moment that his eyes were black. Impossible but there was no way to tell where the iris stopped and the pupil began.
“M-m-may I do you a service, Sir?”‘
A wicked smile curved his lips, “Oh yes, you may.” He gestured at the rose she was crushing between her fingers. “I would like two dozen of those. Deliver them to The Hollow on Saturday night.” He pulled a small envelope from his back pocket, “Give this to the bartender. I will write and sign the card.”
Antoinette’s hands shook as she wrote the order down. He didn’t flinch at the price, or the addition of the delivery fee for a Saturday deliver and late notice, deliveries required seventy-two hours notice, anything less was subject to a fee. He accepted it equably and forked over the small fortune without a wince. Antoinette was curious as to the recipient but she’s an ethical shop owner and she didn’t watch him write the card or look in the envelope. Saturday came and went in a flurry of customers. She closed a half an hour early and went home to dress.
Tonight she wore soft doeskin breeches that were covered to the knees by black leather riding boots. She wore a blood red silk blouse and a thing, unadorned black choker around her neck. Christopher entered the club wearing a long trench coat that brushed his ankles. He carried a small pack. They stopped at the coat check and Antoinette spoke with the girl. Christopher went through the small door in the room. Antoinette leaned against the wall, waiting.
A short while later the coat check girl led Christopher out by a set of reins attached to a bit in his mouth. The pony harness went from the bit, around his head and buckled up at the back.
Blinders were attached to the bit harness and prevented Christopher from seeing anywhere but directly in front of him. On his back was a small side saddle. A contraption of straps went around his hips, over his ass cheeks and covered his cock and balls. A butt plug with a horse’s tail was fitted into his ass. Antoinette smiled as the girl handed her the reins and a riding crop. “Thank you Amber.”
Amber bobbed her head, “You’re welcome Lady Antoinette.” She turned and disappeared back through the door.
Antoinette settled herself on the saddle, tightened the reins enough to pull his head up and rode Christopher into the bar area, getting him started with a whack on his backside with the riding crop.
She jerked Christopher to a halt just a few feet inside the door. The roses she had so painstakingly arranged in crystal vases stood on the bar. Standing between the bouquets was the tiny little bear the redhead had purchased a few weeks previously. A waiter rushed up to her, “Please Lady Antoinette, this is for you.”
The boy looked almost frightened as he shoved a small envelope into her hands. She stood to prevent falling over backwards as the waiter ran past her. Behind her Christopher stood up and backed away, the saddle looking silly on his back as he unbuckled it.
Confused, Antoinette opened the envelope and pulled out a small card. She recognized it as one from her own shop and covered her mouth with her hand. She read the sprawling script,
Anna,
You will join us for a drink. We are in one of the private rooms. The bartender will give you a key.
Maximus & Thomas
P.S. Bring one of your lovely roses with you.
The bartender motioned her over. In shock and numb, Antoinette obeyed the summons.
“Here,” the bartender said, “drink this, you’ll need it.” He handed her a shot glass full of clear liquid. Once again, Antoinette unthinkingly obeyed. The straight, unadorned tequila shocked her system into awareness and she blinked at the bartender.
“Steven, are they okay?”
The bartender nodded, “There are some strange things said about them but no one has ever been hurt, or ever really complained. They recently released a slave and got her a job here on the condition that she was not to be touched, not even for lessons, until she said she was ready.” He gestured to the far side of the bar where a tiny girl with dark hair pulled into a ponytail deftly avoided a grope and chided with a smile.
Antoinette nodded. “Do we know anything about them?”
“Just that they are roommates, share a large house and are fairly well off. They are very secretive about what they do with their slaves; the only thing anyone knows is that they share the girls and have not yet collared any one.”
Steven shook his head with an apology, “That’s all I can tell you Mistress.”
Antoinette smiled and stroked his cheek, “I have not been your Mistress in a long time Steven.”
He grinned with no small amount of affection, “Old habits are hard to break. Go now, please, you’ll be safe. You have only to holler and nearly every person in this place will come to your rescue. You are well loved here, by staff and customer alike.”
Antoinette nodded and started to walk towards the back of the club. Steven’s voice called her back and she sheepishly took the rose he’d pulled out for her as well as the key. She looked at the number on the fob and gasped. She looked from it to Steven and he nodded, “Yes, number four.”
“But that’s the toy room,” she whispered.
“Yes Ma’am. They brought in a few things of their own but were pretty satisfied overall. Go Ma’am, please, they are aware of your habits. And it’ll be my hide if you don’t show up. Don’t worry, we’ll look after Christopher.”
Numbly, Antoinette walked down the single flight of steps and walked slowly down the hall. The door to room number four was a deep blue and had an ordinary deadbolt and knob. She slipped the key in and turned. The door was wrenched open at the sound of the soft snick as the bolt slid back.
The man with the red hair, she still didn’t know which was which but she guessed that only someone so dark as the other one would have the name Maximus, reached out, grabbed a fist full of her blouse and yanked her over the threshold. He crushed her to him and planted his lips over hers, bruising her mouth. His lips, teeth and tongue assaulted her while his hands grabbed her ass and roughly pulled her up against him. The rose was crushed between them and it’s potent fragrance drifted up to tease their noses.
Antoinette didn’t know what to do and, frankly, thought had become impossible. Electricity raced from mouth to groin over and over again at blinding speeds. Then things changed. One second she’s just getting into the kiss, her body responding instinctually. As her hands start to come up to run through his short red hair she’s seized by the upper arm and spun around one hundred and eighty degrees. Another mouth came down over hers, this one even more punishing, more brutal. Her eyes snapped open and she stared into the black eyes of Maximus. His tongue swept through her mouth and her eyes drifted shut. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, before shoving her up against what she thought was a wall. Suddenly two pairs of hands are squeezing her breasts and unbuttoning her blouse. A soft, deep voice whispers in her ear, “You, my dear Anna, belong to us now.”
She wrenched her mouth from the intoxicating, fatal kisses and cried out, “No!”
Max nipped her chin, “Oh yes.”
She bucked between them, trying to escape.
Thomas wrapped a blindfold around her head as Max wrenched her arms behind her back. “Bind her, quickly,” Max urged.
Antoinette took a deep breath to scream.
“Do not! Things will be much better for you if you cooperate. You know you want our attentions.” A voice purred the words at her, the voice she recognized as being in her left ear as she masturbated. It was Max. Hands stroked her body as other hands tied a leather thong around her wrists, binding her hands behind her. She groaned.
“It was nice of you to wear a button up blouse for us this evening Anna-”
“My name is Antoinette! Lady Antoinette!”
A light slap made stars dance on the blindfold. It hadn’t been hard enough to hurt much but it had taken her by surprise. “Do not interrupt me again. Your name is what we say it is. We are your Masters.” This was Thomas, the voice in her right ear, night after night. “As I was saying, it was nice of you to wear a blouse with such easy access, but you see, we are going to cut it off you anyway.”
Antoinette felt cold steel slide up her arm and struggled. “Hold her!” Thomas’s voice whipped past her head. Big, strong hands gripped her upper arms, moving only to allow the knife to pass. She felt the merest brush of steel against her jaw and tensed.
“Do not fear, lil one,” Max’s voice crooned in her ear, “Thomas will not harm you.”
In spite of herself, Max’s voice soothed her fears and she stood passively as Thomas finished cutting her blouse from her and then her bra. Thomas’s voice was next in her ears as she stood shivering slightly. “Those breeches and the boots are far too delicious to slice from your body. I’m going to lift you and Max will remove them.”
Antoinette nodded. She expected Thomas to wrap his arms around her from behind and lift her. She braced herself for the pain that would cause her shoulders. She shrieked in surprise when she was flung over what she could only assume was Thomas’s shoulder. A sharp slap on her ass followed her shriek in short order, “Hush lil one, you aren’t hurt.”
Antoinette felt the side button that fastened her breeches pop and started struggling again when the zipper slid down. Blows rained down on her behind until she subsided. “We are the Masters here, not you.” Max’s voice was hard and cold and scared her more than anything else had thus far.
Her boots were slid off her feet and she heard twin thumps as they landed on the floor. The soft doeskin of her slacks slid down her legs and the men who held her captive whistled appreciatively. She wondered briefly why until the cool air stroking her buttocks registered in her brain. Her thought processes short circuited when a hand caressed the bare flesh.
“Oh my, Max, look at what a naughty slut we have!”
Antoinette’s face heated as a blush crept up her throat towards her forehead. Max’s next words only served to deepen the blush.
“One might think she was hoping we’d take her tonight and dressed accordingly.”
Her long blonde hair tumbled around her face as she shook her head in denial. The blindfold almost slid off and she shook her head harder. A hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head up. “Now now, we wouldn’t be trying to loosen the blindfold would we?” Max’s voice was softly teasing, yet held a hint of steel in it.
Antoinette refused to answer. She yelped as he tightened his hand in her hair. “Answer the question, Anna.”
“My name is Antoinette.”
Her head bounced off Thomas’s back as Max abruptly let her go. “I think she needs a lesson in obedience Thomas.”
Thomas’s voice rumbled through her entire body, “Definitely. The spanking bench?”
“Yes, I think so.”
Antoinette was swung around until Thomas was cradling her in both arms. She thought it was absurd that she felt safe there. She bumped slightly with each step and she thought about what they’d said. Wait…spanking bench?? There were a lot of things in this room – hooks, ropes, percussion toys, sterilizable dildos, gags and butt plugs – but no spanking bench. Steven’s voice flittered through her memory, “they brought a few things…” and she began to struggle.
The iron bands that were Thomas’s arms tightened. “No escape for you, little bird.” The whisper was close to her ear and she shivered.
Suddenly her legs were dropped to the floor and she was set on her bare feet. Max’s voice was very close to her as she felt a strange scraping sensation on her hip. “You won’t need these Anna. It is a very pretty thong but you didn’t need to wear it for us.”
She opened her mouth only to feel the flat of the knife blade against her lips. “Shhh,” Max said. “Speak only when spoken to lil one.” Then the blade slid down her body, the tip tracing patterns over her belly and around to her right hip. The tip slid under the little hip string of the thong and, with a quick twist of Max’s wrist, sliced through. The garment dropped away from that side. Max trailed the blade tip around her back and made short work of the other side.
Antoinette looked a little absurd with the front of the thong hanging down and the back floss held between her rather tightly clenched cheeks. Her hands fisted and uncurled when Max pulled the ruined garment from her body.
“Look Thomas, our new pet already keeps her pussy shaved. We have one less thing to teach her.”
Antoinette immediately made a private vow to never shave again.
“Tsk tsk Anna,” Thomas said, “Such thoughts do not become you.”
Antoinette nearly jumped a foot in the air at his statement. How had they known what she was thinking?
For their part, Thomas and Max quite enjoyed watching her thoughts flit across her face with the speed of light. They could affect her mind, but reading it was a different matter altogether. They had the Power to whisper directly to her thoughts, to send her dreams and fantasies and, more importantly, make her feel things with a lot more intensity than she was used to.
But they’d work up to that.
For now, Max and Thomas each grabbed one of Antoinette’s arms and dragged her towards the spanking bench. Their version of a spanking bench was a little different than the typical bench. Instead of looking like a prie deux, the bench had two swinging arms for the legs. They were well padded to protect shins and knees. A wide pad supported by a height adjustable post hit Antoinette at her waist. While Thomas strapped her legs down and locked the arms together, Max bent her forward. When Antoinette struggled, muttering “nonononono,” Max merely grabbed her by the hair and forced her forward. He wrapped soft cuffs around her wrists and pulled her arms into position.
Soon Antoinette was fixed in a kneeling position, her abdomen supported firmly and her breasts and face hanging over the edge. She felt very exposed. It messed with her head. She started to like it but, “No! I’m a Domme and I will not be used this way!”
Max and Thomas had been discussing which paddle to use on her creamy white ass when they heard her outburst. They turned as one to stare at the woman strapped to their bench. Max raised a brow at Thomas, Thomas nodded. They each grabbed a leather paddle. Thomas’s was two and a half inches wide and made of supple leather. The design would give a loud pop without much pain. Max’s was narrower, about an inch across and made of thick, stiff leather. It would crack on flesh but the sting would not be immediately felt.
Max knelt by Antoinette’s head. “Anna, lil one,” he stroked her hair and face, “you are ours now. You are nothing we do not tell you you are. You are not a Dominant. Christopher was released from your service the moment he walked into the club tonight. You are just an empty vessel, waiting to be given purpose.”
Antoinette went very still at this. It tugged on a fantasy she’d buried really deep a very long time before. She shoved it back in its little box.
“Now, we are going to give you a lesson in obeying. How many words did you speak out of turn?”
Antoinette refused to answer. Max swung his paddle and flicked his wrist at the last second. The crack of leather meeting flesh filled the room.
“How many words did you speak out of turn?” Thomas asked the question this time.
Antoinette knew the game they were playing and refused to deliberately increase her punishment…not after that first smack anyway. “Fourteen.” Her voice was low and resigned.
“Then you will receive fourteen smacks from each of us.” Max’s voice almost caressed her as he purred the words.
Scant seconds later Antoinette heard a CRACK! then jerked forward as the pain from Max’s paddle registered in her brain. POP! followed the crack with barely room to breathe. The sounds alternated with each other and the heat built on her flesh and she started to wriggle.
She got used to the rhythm and unconsciously began to lean away from the next stroke. POP! POP! Thomas smacked her twice and she gasped just before she moaned. She tried to stifle her reaction but it was useless, Max had heard her. “So, little bird, you like that do you?” Max knelt by her head and stroked her cheek.
Antoinette shook her head.
Max smiled and it was evident in his voice, “Liar.” He nodded at Thomas.
POP! POP! POP!
Thomas delivered the remainder of his share of the smacks and traded places with Max.
Antoinette’s ass was bright red and burned. Max still had eight strokes to go. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Antoinette whimpered and wriggled, unsure whether she was trying to escape or beg for more. Finally, the spanking was done. Antoinette was released and lifted to her feet. The blindfold was removed and she stood blinking in the light. She had never been in this position before and she didn’t know what to do.
Her ass was hot and tingled nicely. It had been a very long time since she’d been spanked and she’d forgotten how nice it felt. She had buried her slavie side deep; the only Masters she had met had never been able to keep her Domme side subdued for very long, so she had given up and concentrated on being a Dominant.
The treatment Thomas and Max had given her thus far, when combined with the spanking, had very nearly put her in subspace. She was feeling very, very mellow. Antoinette gave a total body shake to try and loosen the cobwebs in her head and get back to the self she was now familiar with. She let her eyes travel down the length of each man, assessing their physiques.
Thomas stood in front of her. She avoided his oh so blue eyes and studied his mouth. The lips were firm but lush and her mouth tingled as she remembered the feel of them on hers. Her eyes travelled over his throat and admired the strength evident there. Antoinette continued lower, over Thomas’s broad chest, covered in a soft ultra-suede shirt the same color as his eyes. It was unbuttoned to the third button and dark hair curled over his chest. It looked touchable and soft. Lower still showed a trim waist, slim hips and long legs all encased in tight, dark jeans. He wore black, lace up Harley Davidson biker boots. The total effect was dangerous and Antoinette barely suppressed a shudder.
The entire appraisal took about three seconds. Antoinette turned to Max. His hair and eyes alone were devastating. Shoulder length hair, so black that blue highlights appeared in it, flowed down his back. Dark, dark blue eyes she couldn’t meet watched her with a look she didn’t want to try and place. The hair covered broad shoulders like a cloak. The shirt he wore was the color of blood and she wondered what part of her had made her dress to match him. He too wore dark jeans and the look was completed with black Dr. Martens.
“Are you done examining us little bird?” Max’s voice was a little sardonic.
Antoinette immediately flushed. She hastily moved her eyes from either of the men and let them travel around the room. Her brain was just registering the additions to the room – ones that included a large bed – when she caught side of herself on the large mirrors on the wall across from her. She stared, dumbfounded. Was that really her? If she had seen the woman in the mirror in the club, she’d have pounced. Her blonde hair was mussed and tumbled around her face. Her eyes glittered with an emotion she dared not place. Her lips were swollen, plump and tempting. Her skin was heated, flushed a deep pink. Heaving breasts were tipped with dark, hard nipples and her arousal showed plainly in the shaved, swollen labia settled between her smooth, creamy thighs.
Thomas moved silently behind her and met her eyes in her reflection. “Now you know, girl, some of what we see in you.”‘ He lifted a hand and stroked her hair before letting his hand drift down her arm.
Max moved up beside Thomas and she had a strongly intense mental image of them at another time, clothed elegantly in the manner of coutiers of old, celebrating the completion of some formal commitment ceremony. Her gaze lingered on her throat in the vision. The graceful curve of a slender steel collar showed her status but the love glowing in all three pairs of eyes showed it to be more than a mere collaring ceremony.
Antoinette shook her head and regained a modicum of herself. “I will never serve you!” She lunged for the door, not caring that she was nude, the people outside would help her leave.
She made it two steps before a large arm clamped like iron around her waist and lifted her off her feet. “Dammit Anna! I thought escape attempts were done with!” Thomas sounded exasperated and slightly pained.
Max laughed quietly, “Thomas, may I remind you that I said this would take time?” He came towards them as Thomas turned with the kicking, flailing Antoinette. He shook his head as Thomas grimaced when one heel caught him in the shin. Max stepped close, reached to take her and doubled over in pain.
Antoinette stared down in triumph at the man she’d just kneed in the groin. Soon her triumph turned to puzzlement as Max gasped for air. Why did her gloating change into remorse and desperation to help the man she was so desperate to escape? She fell limp in Thomas’s arms and he staggered at the sudden change in weight distribution. His grip loosened and she took advantage of it to wriggle free. She dropped to her knees beside Max and put a hand on him. Max shrugged her touch off and as her hand fell, circled her wrist with his own. He twisted her arm up behind her back and yanked her soft body against the hard line of his.
Antoinette looked into his eyes and gasped. His eyes glittered dangerously. She cried out as he pulled her arm up farther, wrenching her shoulder.
His voice was a low growl that promised retribution. “That is the last time you shall ever do something like that.” He dragged her to the center of the room. “Thomas, drop the cuffs down.” When the dangling cuffs, run through a pulley system for optimal adjustment depending on height, dropped level with Antoinette’s face, he brought the wrist he held in front of her and snapped a cuff around it.
“No! I’m sorry! Please don’t!”
“Too late, little beauty,” Max growled the words as he grabbed the other arm and snapped the cuff around her wrist. He checked to be sure they weren’t going to cut off her circulation and nodded to Thomas. Antoinette’s wrists began to rise.
As they passed her face she struggled again. “‘No! I won’t do it!” She pulled hard, hopelessly, against the inexorable rise of her arms. “You can’t treatment this way! I am Dominant! Equal!”
Thomas laughed and cranked her arms up until she was on the balls of her feet. He walked over to her and kissed her nose before chucking her under the chin. “You are so not. You are our slave.” He watched as Max selected a long leather flogger. “You will learn.”
Antoinette looked at him, a pleading look on her face. Tears began to roll silently down her face. “Why me?” She sniffled.
Thomas smiled and wiped one of her cheeks dry with a thumb. He watched Max test the weight of the flogger with a couple of practice throws. “Because you are intelligent, driven, creative and beautiful; we’ve been looking for one such as you for years.”
Max stepped up behind Antoinette and spoke softly in her ear, “We want someone who can take the initiative, learn how to please us, surprise us once in a while. Someone who can both handle our appetites and have fun with us in our down times. Someone who is strong enough to handle us both. No one has been able to yet.” He stepped back a couple of paces. He swung the flogger and flicked his wrist. The twenty-plus falls landed across Antoinette’s back and wrapped around her ribcage, the tips flicking her breast.
Thomas watched as Antoinette reacted. Her face registered surprise then pain filled it. She didn’t have time to react for Max “threw” the flogger again. This time the falls curled over her shoulder. The tears started in earnest as the painful heat from the flogger finally reached Antoinette’s brain.
Antoinette couldn’t believe what was happening! These two men had essentially kidnapped her and have since done nothing but abuse her. She really wanted to hang on to that line of reasoning but found she couldn’t. Truth was her slavie self had burst out of the locked box she’d kept it in for so long and was trying to take over. The slavie part of Antoinette was reveling in the fact that these two majorly gorgeous men wanted her. They wanted to keep her and it filled her with joy. Subspace was threatening. She shook her head and denied her slavie self permission to enjoy it. “No! No, I won’t!”
Max dropped the flogger and walked around her. “Have you learned nothing yet? We told you not to speak out of turn. Thomas, it’s time to gag her.”
“Agreed.” Thomas walked over to a shelving unit behind her. Antoinette watched him in the mirror. He grinned while she couldn’t see his face. He deliberately selected a large ring gag with a two inch diameter. Then he turned and showed it to her. Antoinette’s jaw dropped and her facial expression changed from slight mutiny to outright fear. Thomas laughed and turned back to select the one they’d actually use. He picked up a small ball gag with a harness that went around the back of her head as well as over the top. There was no way she could push it out of her mouth.
Thomas took the gag to Antoinette, “Open up pretty bird.” For a split second, Thomas saw defiance in her eyes. He almost smiled. Then he saw the slavie in her creep cautiously into those green depths and she opened her mouth. He wedged the ball gag between her teeth and buckled the straps around her head. He kissed the gag and patted her cheek. “Good girl.”
Antoinette told herself she was ridiculous as the praise made her feel warm and gooey inside. It made her want desperately to make him say it again. She tried to shake it off as she looked to see what Max was doing. She wanted these men, badly. After weeks of them torturing her in her fantasies, she wanted to feel it. She wanted to cum at their hands, take their cock in her mouth and watch their eyes get dark with pleasure and arousal. She wanted to be on her knees and…She shook it off. There was no way she could belong to these two! They’d take everything she was.
Max selected a butt plug that was about the size of the one Antoinette used at home and walked over to her as he coated it in lube. Antoinette stared at the plug, her eyes wide and a little hungry. Max stepped behind her and ran the fingers of his clean hand down her back. Antoinette jerked.
Thomas stepped in front of her and stroked her face. He trailed his fingers down her neck and over her chest. He made a circle around one nipple before he pinched it. Antoinette jerked away from him with a little moan and backed into Max. He slipped his hand around her and toyed with her other breast. Antoinette stared into the bottomless blue eyes of Thomas as each man played with her body.
Max stroked down her ribcage and over her hip. He knelt behind her as Thomas bent over to apply his mouth to her skin. He licked and nibbled on her neck. Butterfly soft kisses covered her upper chest. He flicked his tongue out over her nipple just as Max bit her lightly on the left buttock. She yelped through the gag and twisted, trying to get away from Max’s mouth.
Thomas bit down on her nipple.
Antoinette mentally slumped as her body reacted. She decided to give into the sensations and let herself be pleasured for one evening. There was no way these two would ever own her but she could enjoy tonight. The pleasure spiked through her, heating her pussy and making fluid flow. Antoinette let her head fall back as Thomas moved his mouth to her other nipple. When Max licked up the crack of her ass, she shuddered violently. He pushed her legs apart and dipped his tongue lower. She was stretched to her toes so she lifted one leg to wrap it around Thomas’s waist.
“No no, Anna, darling,” he whispered in her ear, “I have other plans for you.” He nibbled his way down her belly, making her squeal as tickle warred with arousal. He knelt in front of her and lifted one leg to his shoulder. He purred in appreciation. “Look, Maximus, she has such pale outer lips, so plump too.” He ran a finger up her slit and made sure she was watching him before he sucked it clean. “And so wet for us too. Why Anna, I think you’re enjoying yourself.”
He laughed when her eyes widened and she shook her head. He parted her lips with his fingers and made a small sound of appreciation again. “Her inner lips are a dark succulent pink.” He ran his finger over her again, “And look, her clit is hard, waiting for my attention.” He flicked it with his fingernail and she jumped as electricity shot through her. Thomas laughed as more fluid gushed from her. “I think we have our girl Max. Look how responsive she is.” He leaned forward and drew her clit into his mouth with a small sucking noise.
Behind her, Max growled low in his throat at the evidence that they were indeed reaching her. He rubbed the plug over her sphincter. “Oh, yes, we were definitely right.” As he got to the last word he rammed the plug home. It slipped through the tight muscles, stretching her wide before the base hit her. He pulled it in and out in a few strokes, twisting as he did so and then shoved it in as deep as it goes. Antoinette screamed, her hips bucked against Thomas’s face as the orgasm threatened to overwhelm her.
Max was unsatisfied with the sound of the scream through the gag. He wanted to hear her every moan, whimper and scream. “Tom, I am going to remove her gag. I want to hear her.”
Thomas’s reply was muffled by her cunt. Max took it for assent and stood up. He unbuckled the gag and pulled it from her mouth. Max tossed the gag and then slid his fingers up the back of her head. He twisted his fingers in her thick hair and wrenched her head to the side. He stared at her mouth, which was slightly swollen from both the gag and her arousal. He snarled a bit and swooped to claim her mouth. He forced hers open with his tongue and plundered her mouth. His other hand cupped her face as he explored her mouth.
Antoinette’s pleasure started to peak. Thomas was working magic with his mouth and Max tasted like whiskey and danger. She hadn’t known danger had a flavor until that moment. Then Thomas slipped a finger into her and groaned against her clit. Antoinette screamed at the sudden invasion.
Max pulled back enough to mumble against her lips, “No, you may not cum yet,” and Antoinette whimpered. She fought to hold it back and her body started to shake. Max ravaged her mouth again, this time he cupped her breast with one hand, squeezing and stroking it.
Antoinette fought hard against the orgasm but the sensations were just too much she couldn’t do it for much longer. Her mind warred with itself. She wanted to be a good girl on the one hand but on the other she was a strong Dominant. She should be able to have an orgasm when she wanted to. She made up her mind that next time the orgasm crested, she was going to cum.
Her pleasure reached its peak and she was just about to let it take her away when something in her heart flipped over and she pushed the need to be defiant away. Antoinette fought back the orgasm as Max nibbled on her lower lip and Thomas fit another finger to her pussy. She fought to ignore some of the sensations so she could hold back her pleasure and please these two men.
Max broke the kiss and smiled at her. He moved away and got a bigger butt plug. He came back to Antoinette and grabbed the base of the plug she had in her. He twisted it; making her whimper, then he got a good grip on it and pulled it out. As he did, he whispered, “Cum slut!”
Thomas bit down on her clit at the same moment and the orgasm nearly tore Antoinette in two. She screamed, her breath hitching and as she struggled to drag it in to let out another scream. As the orgasm ebbed, Max plunged another, larger plug into her ass. It spiked the orgasm again and again as he pumped it into her, twisting and pulling it out before shoving it back in. Thomas fucked her with his fingers, hard, faster as the muscles of her cunt clenched and pulled and sucked on him. He groaned, imagining his cock in their place.
As if with one thought, they began to slow their assault, let her calm down. Antoinette shuddered and then sagged against her bonds. Max and Thomas both stepped away from her and looked at each other with please grins on their faces. Then Max stepped forward to scoop her into his arms. He nodded to Thomas to lower her arms.
Thomas did so carefully. Even so, Antoinette whimpered as blood began to flow back into her arms and hands. Max carried her to the bed, laid her down and together the two men massaged the blood and feeling back into her arms.
As she came out of the orgasm induced stupor Antoinette began to think again and to struggle again. “No no! You can’t make me yours! You can’t make me serve.”
The two looked at each other across her body and each raised one brow before looking at Antoinette.
Thomas reached out and slapped her across the face. “It’s too late for arguments, my sweet. You already belong to us. You have for weeks.” Antoinette’s voice was silenced abruptly. She lowered her eyes and her head tipped to one side, her hair falling across her face.
Max smiled a smile that sent thrills and chills through her. “‘Get used to it, little bird, you will never be able to leave us.” He took her chin in his hand and turned her face to his. He searched her emerald eyes with his black ones just before he lowered his mouth to hers, nipping at her lower lip until she opened to him. As he slid his tongue into her mouth, Thomas flicked her nipple with his tongue then sucked the nipple into his mouth.
Antoinette gasped at the onslaught. She lifted her hands, let them drop and lifted them again. Part of her still wanted to rung screaming but the rest of her very much wanted to touch the two men who had made her want them beyond all reason.
Max chuckled softly into her mouth then moved to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before he licked her gently.
Thomas took the opportunity to capture her mouth. He explored her with pleasure and like he had all the time in the world. His tongue danced around hers, drawing hers into play. Antoinette moaned softly. He bit her lower lip, then her upper and plunged his tongue back into her mouth.
Max, meanwhile, bit her neck, sucking and licking as he marked her skin. Teeth almost pierced her, making her scream into Thomas’s mouth, as Max bit down on her again. He moved down her throat to her chest, licking, nibbling and kissing his way down. He tongued her nipple and sucked it into her mouth as his hand slid over her belly to cup her between her legs. He stroked her out lips lightly and chuckled as he found her soaking wet. Max let her nipple slip from his mouth and almost growled, “I see that she does want to be here.” He lifted glistening fingers to Thomas.
Thomas took his mouth from Antoinette’s, leaving her gasping for air and whimpering for more, and looked down at Max’s hand. He smiled down at Antoinette, “You can’t resist us. We won’t let you. Although it seems we don’t have to work too hard.”
Max reached up and coated Antoinette’s lips with her own juices. Thomas immediately licked her lips and resumed kissing her.
As Max slid down Antoinette’s body and sharp teeth nipped at her hip as he moved around her. He picked up one of her feet and licked and kissed her ankle. Antoinette jerked and gasped. Max tightened his grip and stroked her leg with one long lick. He nibbled behind her knee, making her jerk, twist and giggle just before she moaned into Thomas’s mouth.
Thomas slid his hands over her chest, caressing and squeezing her breasts; rolling and pinching her nipples in his fingers. His mouth moved across her cheek to her ear and he whispered in it. “I’m going to shove my cock down your throat and you are going to do your best to swallow it, little slut.”
Antoinette opened her eyes and stared at him. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded with arousal. Her lips were swollen and, as he watched, her small pink tongue darted out to capture the moisture of their kiss.
Thomas groaned and pressed one more quick kiss on her mouth. He stood and removed his clothing. Antoinette watched as his hairy chest appeared and followed the line of hair down the middle. The hair on his belly seemed to flow inwards from the outside, conspiring to lead her traitorous eyes south. She watched as Thomas undid his belt and opened his pants. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and shoved the pants and boxer briefs down. Antoinette smiled as Thomas’s cock sprung free. It was perfect, smooth yet veiny, thick without being scary, long enough to please, short enough to deep throat.
Thomas knelt on the edge of the bed, one hand on the wall above her head and stroked his cock. He grinned down at her, “Open up little bird, I have something for you.”
Before she fully registered that her brain had given her body a command, Antoinette opened her mouth, one hand lifting and slipping between his legs to cup his balls in her palm as he guided the head between her lips.
Thomas gasped as she started to flick her tongue over the tip, sucking on him all the while. Little moans and whimpers escaped her throat as he shoved deeper and Max finally reached her pussy with his mouth.
Max licked her slit with one long stroke before pushing between her folds to flick her clit. He smiled with satisfaction when her hips bucked a little and her thigh trembled. Then he sat up and removed his shirt, baring a broad expanse of muscled, tanned flesh. He lay between her legs and strong tanned arms encircled her hips. He arranged his grip so he could open her up to his gaze. Pale white flesh parted to reveal dark pink secrets and he marveled at the contrast just before he lowered his mouth to her.
Max explored every crease, nibbled on every lip and beat her clit into submission until Antoinette was writhing in his arms. Her fluids covered his face and the hand he moved to fuck her with. After her third orgasm, Max played with the plug in her ass, pulling it halfway out and ramming it in, making her scream around Thomas’s cock. He loosened her up then added a second finger. He sucked and nibbled on her clit while he worked at opening her enough.
Finally, Max lifted his head and watched his friends cock sliding in and out of the cock hungry mouth. Antoinette’s hands were running up and down Thomas’s legs, over his balls and up his belly in a rhythm that was almost hypnotizing and completely unconscious on her part. “Thomas, are you going to share her mouth?”
Thomas nodded, shoved his cock deep in her throat and smiled when she gagged, “Swallow it my pet, don’t choke.” Then he pulled out slowly, pulling her hands away from him when she tried to hold him there. His cock left her mouth with an audible pop and he sighed then shook himself. He turned Antoinette’s head to the other side as Max left her, pussy and ass gaping, hips thrusting upwards in a silent plea for more.
Max looked down at her swollen lips and lust darkened eyes. He watched from the corner of his eye as Thomas knelt between her knees and latched on to her clit with his teeth.
Thomas’s hand disappeared between her legs and Max turned his full attention on Antoinette. He undid his pants and pushed them to his knees. His cock sprang out and Antoinette’s eyes widened at the sight of it. It was very long and very thick. She didn’t think that it would all fit in her but, dammit, she wanted to try. The head was an angry purple and she wanted it in her. Now. She mewed and opened her mouth.
Max’s eyes darkened even further and he slipped his cock between her lips. Immediately she wrapped one hand around the base and the other slid up his thigh to his ass. She cupped and squeezed and dragged her fingernails over the soft flesh as she tried to work as much of the nearly twelve inch cock as she could into her mouth. It was so thick she could barely work her tongue around to stroke the shaft, never mind the head. She was sure as hell going to try! The hand on his shaft stroked him as she worked her mouth down the length of him. The lower she went the thicker she got.
Antoinette was drooling her eyes wide in a strange mix of panic and arousal by the time she’d gotten seven inches into her mouth and throat. Max put a hand on the back of her head and held her there for a few seconds when she tried to pull back. Her hands tightened reflexively on him and let out a high pitched grunt around him as her need for air became desperate. Max smiled softly and pulled back until only the head was in her mouth. Desperately, gratefully, she sucked in a lung full of air. Antoinette was so happy to breathe again she laved his cock with her tongue.
Thomas chose that moment to bite down on her clit and her entire body spasmed.
Max looked at Thomas, Thomas looked back and they smiled wickedly. Max adjusted the position of Antoinette’s head for maximum depth and rammed a good portion of his cock down her throat. “Breathe when I pull back, little one.” He started fucking her face with slow strokes until she got the breathing rhythm down. Then he took her hand from his shaft and placed it on his ass with a soft command to keep both hands there. Her eyes widened and then closed.
They flew open again scant seconds later when Thomas pushed three fingers into her tight but sopping pussy. Her hips bucked and she screamed her pleasure and surprise around Max. Thomas latched his mouth onto her clit and bit down. The orgasm hit Antoinette with the force of a freight train just as Max rammed his cock down her throat.
Antoinette was in heaven. She couldn’t believe where she was, with two gorgeous men, being used, yes, they were looking after her pleasure but she knew being used when she saw…er…felt it. Her mind was no longer resisting them, her body belonged entirely to them and her brain and emotions were rapidly catching up. Her thinking processes had shut down further with each orgasm and now she was in subspace. She was little more than an animal who processed the things her new Masters were doing to her body. Words were no longer a part of the way Antoinette thought. If she thought at all.
Max fucked her face as Thomas loosened the muscles in her cunt and both actions, combined with subspace, served to make Antoinette little more than an animalistic slut.
Max’s balls tightened and he pulled out of her mouth with a groan. Antoinette whimpered, her mouth open, and he held his hand out to her as he spoke. She grabbed it with both hands and started licking, nibbling and sucking on his fingers. “My friend, I need to be inside her.” “‘Oh hell yes.” Thomas moved away from her. Antoinette felt bereft and whimpered, her hips bucked, desperately seeking attention. “Don’t worry slut, we won’t leave you alone for long.”
Max gently extracted his hand from her grip and Antoinette simply lay there, twitching as the electric shocks of intense pleasure went through her. The two men each grabbed and arm and hauled her to her feet. Thomas held her up, stroking her body with long light strokes that sent shivers through her. She wanted more. She wanted it harder, firmer, more there.
Antoinette pressed up against Thomas, her hands roaming over him. She wrapped hot fingers around his cock and started stroking. Thomas groaned as she played with him.
Max stretched on the bed and gestured to Thomas. “I think she needs help.”
Thomas looked down at Antoinette and tipped her face up. “Come on, we’re about to fill you up good.” Thomas guided her around the edge of the bed. Together he and Max got her straddling Max’s hips. She was limp; responsive but took no initiative, Antoinette was way gone into subspace.
Thomas slapped her face lightly. “Come on little girl, you need to work with us.”
Antoinette blinked and her eyes cleared a little. Thomas smiled at her as she gazed at him with a surprised look on her face. “Good! Now that we have you a little more alert, look where you are.”
Antoinette was straddling Max’s hips, her pussy hovering just above his cock. Max could feel the heat of her and wanted in. Her back was straight, hands resting loosely on her thighs. Max reached between them and grabbed his cock. He lifted her with the other hand before guiding the head to the source of heat. Antoinette moaned when Max brushed the head of his cock up and down her slit before pushing it into her. Max put his hands on her hips and pressed down. Antoinette got the hint and began to lower herself down.
Immediately, she began to squirm. She tried to lift off. She gasped, “‘Big, too big.”
Max smiled, “Oh no, I’ll fit in you. You just need to relax.” He looked at Thomas. “How about a little distraction?”
Thomas grinned and put his hand in the middle of Antoinette’s back. He pushed, hard. Antoinette fell forward, catching herself with her hands on either side of Max’s chest. Max took the opportunity to push another inch into her. He closed his eyes and groaned as her muscles spasmed around him. Thomas grabbed her hair, twisted her head to one side and guided his cock into her mouth. He fucked her face hard, ramming his cock down her throat.
Max pushed her hips down, pulled his hips back and thrust forward, shoving another inch into her. He ground his teeth together, trying to hold on to his control, after all he only had three inches in her and there was a lot left to go.
Thomas too was grinding his teeth. Antoinette was drooling and pretty much cooing around his cock. “Hurry man!”
Max nodded and said, “Let her go then, sit her back up.”
Thomas pulled Antoinette’s mouth off him and pushed her back upright. At the moment she was fully vertical Max thrust up with his hips and pulled down on hers. Two more inches slid into her.
Thomas moved behind them and knelt behind Antoinette, over Max’s legs. He spread some lube on his cock and reached for the plug in Antoinette’s ass. He put one hand on her back and pushed her forward again. He trusted Max to catch her.
Max did indeed catch her and as Thomas twisted then pulled the plug out; Max locked his lips on Antoinette’s. Thomas quickly replaced the plug with his cock, pushing into her in one long stroke. Both men stopped moving and let Antoinette adjust to the cocks within her.
For her part, Antoinette was stunned. She had the biggest cock she’d ever seen worked half way into her cunt and one of the nicest she’d ever seen in her ass. She was so far in subspace she could barely form a coherent thought. Her body was…well, she wasn’t sure it was hers anymore. She’d never felt this way before. There was not an ounce of Dominance left in her at this particular moment. Max’s cock twitched within her and, deep in her ass, Thomas’s did too.
Max bit her lower lip and Antoinette groaned. She pushed back against Thomas and both men took this as their cue and began fucking her. They developed a rhythm that never left her empty for a second. It only took a few strokes for her to start cumming again.
For Antoinette, the two men fucked her long and hard. They pounded into her with the aim to possess, to tame and to please. They pounded into her to please themselves. They took her and fucked her senseless. Antoinette had no true sense of self for a long time after they were done.
To Max and Thomas, Antoinette’s body was too tight, too luscious to contain themselves for long. All her muscles quivered and squeezed around them, milking them, caressing them. They tried to hold out longer but first one then the other reached orgasm far too soon, slamming into her with faster, harder strokes until that last one that had them deep inside of her, showering her with their pleasure.
For long moments they remained there, locked together, while Antoinette’s final orgasms worked their way out of her. Each muscle twitch made both men groan and gasp as their sensitive cocks were tormented by the dying throes of her pleasure.
The two Dominant males had meant to take Antoinette, turn her inside out and return her to a different version of herself. A version of her that loved them, belonged to them and craved to be with them. Only time would tell how successful they were. But, as Thomas pulled himself out of her he realized that they may have been wrong in their prediction of what would happen tonight, for Antoinette had captured him as much as he had captured her. He looked at Max as he lifted Antoinette’s limp body from his friend. Max smiled ruefully, he too felt just as bound to Antoinette as they’d meant to bind her to them.
Antoinette was nowhere near anything that could be considered consciousness so, once Max got up, Thomas laid her down on the bed and the two men dressed themselves. They wrapped Antoinette snugly in the bedding and Max carried her from the room. They took her through the club, causing many people to stop and stare. They paused at the bar and Thomas spoke to Steven. “We will collect our things tomorrow, be sure the door stays locked for tonight.”
Steven nodded, “Yes Sir. I will have a word with security.” Steven’s eyes strayed to the spill of Antoinette’s hair coming from deep within the bedding. “”Is she alright Sirs?”
Max reflexively tightened his arms around her before he eased his grip and allowed Thomas to reveal her face. “She’s fine, Steven,” Max said, “We just wore her out.”
Steven stared at Antoinette’s face, stunned at the peaceful look on her sleeping face. Then he nodded, smiled at Thomas and Max and said, “I wish you Sirs well.”
Thomas twitched the covers back over her face and smiled at Steven. “Don’t forget about Christopher.”
“No Sir, he’s already being taken care of,” Steven nodded towards the back corner. Both men turned and saw Christopher kneeling at the feet of a scantily clad Domme.
They chuckled and said their good-byes as they walked out of the club.
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Antoinette woke in her own bed late the following morning and stretched luxuriously. She winced as her back rubbed against the bed then froze as the rest of her body registered. She felt abused, well used and totally sated. Parts of her hurt in delicious ways. She frowned, trying to remember. She ran through the beginning of the evening and then all of previous night came crashing back. She blushed from her toes to her hairline.
She grabbed her other pillow, intending to stuff it over her face and hide from reality. Instead she got a face full of rose petals and paper. She smiled before she could help it and then picked the paper up to read it. There was an address on it, no more.
Antoinette dithered for three days. Then she dressed carefully, drove around the city for an hour gathering her courage together. Finally she pulled into the driveway and stood at the door. When it opened she looked up into dark eyes and said, “Greetings Master.” The door opened wider to admit her and she slipped in.
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Two years later…
Antoinette smiled at her last customer of the day. “Have a good night Mrs. MacLeod and congratulations again on your new grandson. I’m sure he’s just adorable!”
Mrs. MacLeod smiled then looked at the two men waiting by the door for Antoinette before leaning close. “It still amazes me that you love both those men Annie love.”
Antoinette smiled fondly at the two before leaning close to the older lady and winking conspiratorially. “It amazes me they both love me! I don’t know what I’d do without them now.”
The old lady surprised Antoinette by grinning lavisciously, “I would bet they keep you well satisfied, don’t they? Let an old lady live vicariously for a moment!”
Antoinette laughed and winked, “Every night, darling friend, every night.”
Mrs. MacLeod tittered. “Are the rumors true?”
Behind her, one man harrumphed impatiently, the other smiled indulgently. Mrs. MacLeod threw them both a wink. When she turned again, both men rolled their eyes at each other.
Antoinette suppressed a giggle. “What rumors would those be?”
“Why the commitment ceremony of course!”
“Yes, my friend, they are indeed true. In three months we will have our ceremony.” At that time, Antoinette would receive a permanent collar, one dainty enough for public use. She would pledge herself to both of them and they would pledge themselves to her. “Did you receive an invitation?”
“Of course! I just couldn’t quite believe it. And I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Mrs. MacLeod patted Antoinette’s hand and turned to go. “Have a wonderful evening dearie!”
Antoinette grinned, “You too Mrs. MacLeod.” She followed the older lady to the door and locked up behind her. She’d barely pulled the shade when she was scooped up into strong arms and hugged tightly. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as Thomas’s lips claimed hers. Every night it was the same thing and she never tired of it.
Her Masters waited just inside the door of her shop for her to close up. Every night one of them grabbed her and kissed her nearly senseless then passed her to the other so he could finish the job. Then she did her books and they took her home. She stripped when they reached home, put on what they deemed appropriate for their slave and fixed them all dinner.
They spent the evening together, watching TV, playing a game, talking or in the dungeon. Then one or both of them would take her to bed. The two Masters valued their alone time and had a rock solid schedule worked out. A schedule that gave them each time with her themselves, in bed and out, and time for all three of them together. It never varied, was never broken for any reason. Then all three of them would tumble to sleep cuddled together in their California King.
It wasn’t something she’d recommend to everyone and it had taken a lot of working out, nearly six months to nail down a schedule that everyone was happy with (everyone being both of her Masters, she didn’t care, she loved them both with the same intensity and devotion). Max and Thomas had nearly come to blows over her at one point, something she wouldn’t tolerate. She’d threatened to walk out, leave them both and they had stopped.
Now the relationship ran smoothly. Sometimes her Dominance surfaced. When it did, there was a repeat of that first night, often with a few variations. Sometimes she deliberately let it show. For the most part, though, Antoinette had become “Our Anna” and never looked back. She didn’t miss her slaves, she didn’t miss having control. She reveled in their Dominance and their love. She grew as a person; a lot of her fears and hang ups had vanished in their care. Her business flourished.
All in all, Antoinette had bloomed in their arms.