We arrived home, and the men lingered briefly to settle with the limo driver, giving me a moment of privacy. By the time they entered, I was already positioned on the floor, naked, my knees spread wide, back straight, and hands clasped behind my head. The anticipation was thick in the air.
“Permission to speak, Sir?” I asked, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest.
“Permission granted,” he replied, his tone carrying a hint of a smile.
“I need guidance on how to address Louis. I will do as you command,” I said, eager to understand the dynamics of this new arrangement.
“Until I tell you differently, you will address us both as Sir. He is my best friend and you will give him every consideration you would give me,” he instructed, his words painting a clear picture of the respect I was to show.
I hesitated, the weight of his words sinking in. “Every consideration, Sir?” I echoed, seeking clarification.
“Yes, and it is time you learned some humility and manners, Elizabeth. Kiss my shoes, then his. And mean it,” he commanded.
I began by gently kissing their boots, feeling the cool leather against my lips. As I sat up, hands behind my neck, Sir gently pulled my hair back to ensure proper posture. Louis stood before me, his expensive cologne filling my senses.
Suddenly, I felt something soft and leathery encircle my neck, and heard a clasp click shut. “I was saving this for some other time, but you are very precocious. You are also very dear to me. This collar is an outward display of your willingness to serve. You will wear it for the next three hours. At the end of that time period, I will ask if you desire to continue in servitude until Sunday evening. You may end your service at any time by asking me to remove it. Your physical safety is our first concern and is not negotiable. If at any time, you feel unsafe or at risk, say Red. This is your safe word. If you say Red, whatever is happening will immediately stop. We know that you must know yourself to be completely safe to go beyond what you believe to be a limit. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir. May I have permission to ask a question?” I inquired, my mind racing with thoughts.
“For tonight, yes,” he replied, his voice steady and reassuring.
“If I do not accept the collar, are we finished as a couple?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, terrified of his response.
“No sweet Elizabeth. I do this because you need it, not because I need it. Never trust a Dom who needs to dominate. That would be sadism,” he explained, his words offering a glimmer of understanding.
And so, it began… the next chapter of my life.
My Sir turned to Louis, saying, “Louis, I want to show you something.” I heard the zipper of his expensive slacks being pulled down, and his semi-hard cock was suddenly in front of my face. I patiently waited, knowing that as his sub, I would receive what he chose to give me, not always what I desired. I yearned to show him my thanks, love, and respect by worshiping his cock with my mouth, but I would not act impulsively. He walked behind me, allowing his hardening cock to brush against the back of my neck. “Louis, feel her cunt,” he commanded.
“My god, she is soaking wet,” Louis replied, his large hand sending shivers through me with a brief caress. My future Master had never allowed another man to touch my tits or pussy in his presence, and I felt honored to be part of their shared experience.
My Sir walked back in front of me and gently placed his cockhead at my lips. I did not suck, as he had taught me patience. He might not even give me his cock tonight, as a lesson in self-control.
“This is what I wanted to show you, Louis…” he said, and without warning, pushed his entire cock down my throat to the hilt. I worked him with my mouth and throat, keeping him deep and breathing through my nose. I knew that very few women could take a cock of his size without gagging. He began to fuck my mouth, further relaxing my throat. I craved more, and soon, I got it.
“As you can see, she is a fantastic cocksucker. Please enjoy,” he said, withdrawing his cock.
Louis stepped forward, his amazing cock now in my mouth. He was bigger than Sir; thick and veiny. I could not throat him as immediately as I could Sir, but I knew I could learn with practice.
Lots and lots of practice.
Louis thrust his cock slowly but firmly into my mouth and throat. As I began to gag, he would back off, then push further. This pattern repeated, and I started to actively suck him, showcasing both my oral skills and appreciation. I licked his balls, the underside of his cock, and his tip, making little moaning sounds as I grew increasingly aroused by his cock in my mouth and Sir’s appreciative commentary. When Louis neared climax, he withdrew, to my obvious disappointment. Sir took over, and with my throat now completely open, I slurped and licked him from his balls to his anus, much to his delight.
Louis began to suck my clit, and I was afraid I might drown him in my pussy juices. Apparently, he could circular breathe like a glass blower. Sir immediately ordered me NOT to cum until allowed. A small sound of disappointment escaped my lips.
Both men stopped what they were doing. I was kneeling in the middle of Lake Pussy Juice, gasping in sexual excitement and balancing on the edge of an orgasmic freefall. Too fucking bad for me.
“Get up,” Sir ordered.
Not so easy with half my brain face-fucked into oblivion and the other half wanting more cock. I was deep into sub-space.
I struggled to my feet. They bent me over a counter and began to spank my high and tight ass, just hard enough to hurt. I flexed my legs and torso to meet their hand strokes. Later, I realized the only reason they took it easy on me was to not hurt their hands, not my perfect ass. (Much later, they used crops and canes…to my undying pleasure). I stayed in sub-space, but through the application of pain, not pleasure.
Lesson learned.
“You agreed that you were our submissive for three hours. By my watch, you have almost two hours left in your agreement. You complained when given a command. Explain yourself,” Sir said.
“Sir, I am so sorry. I know I should enjoy what I have gotten, but I was disappointed,” I admitted, my voice laced with regret.
“You were disappointed because you were already thinking about what we would do next, not about what you were actually receiving. That’s why we are spanking you. Pain puts us in the present,” he explained.
“Sir, since I made the mistake, I would like to make it better by starting the three hours over. I’ll do anything to make it up to you both,” I offered, my mind racing with possibilities.
Lawyers love to negotiate, even when bent over a cold marble counter with a burning ass.
“Anything?” Sir questioned, his voice laced with intrigue.
“Yes,” I affirmed, my resolve unwavering.
And I did. For the next three hours, through the repeated application of increasing pleasure and pain, I stayed completely in the present. For the first two hours, I was never without a cock in my mouth or hand. It was as hard for them as it was for me, because neither man ejaculated during that time. Lucky they had could take turns. They got to take turns as the cheerleader and coach as the other one owned me. When I got to the point of being able to completely take Louis’ massive cock completely down my throat in one stroke, they changed up my training.
Master began fucking my sopping wet pussy while Louis continued in my throat. I was in heaven. So were they. The rhythmic sounds of his balls hitting my ass and mouth, my moans and slurps, and Louis’ encouraging talk was hypnotic.
“That is a good sub Elizabeth. Take it all now. That’s it, breath through your nose and work it with your throat.” He held his massive cock in my throat, throbbing with desire and tantra. I could feel his pulse.
At the 2:15 mark, the rules changed again…
“You may now ask for permission to cum, Elizabeth. You may cum, and only with our permission. You may have to beg.”
And beg I did, until they finally had some mercy for me. As Louis fucked my throat and Master fucked my tight pussy, I came in great, heaving gasps as my entire body lit up with sexual energy. They slowed their thrusts but did not stop; keeping me in a constant state of sexual excitation that was just short of another orgasm and getting me ready for Round 2.
Thirty minutes left…
