I wake up late. I have no concept of how long they were playing with me last night, but it felt like hours. Apart from the flogging leaving a line of scratches on my ass, my body feels fine. The face slapping has left small bruises on my left cheek, but it doesn't hurt, and I can easily cover it up with makeup if needed. At least that's my assumption from looking at my bruises in the dark bathroom mirror.
I do my morning routine and prepare myself to be used whenever they want to. When finished, I walk back to my room, put my phone in the charger, and lie down to listen to an audio book.
After a while I receive a message: "We're going skiing. Help yourself in the kitchen." I'm famished, but I wait for 5 minutes before I go upstairs, making sure they've had time to leave.
In daylight, the large living room looks different. The colors are light, in various shades of blue and beige. We're high up on the mountain, and the large windows open to a panoramic view of the valley. I'm in my underwear and it's on the chilly side with no logs burning on the fire.
I walk over to the kitchen and rummage through the cabinets and fridge, familiarizing myself. I find vanilla yogurt and granola and make myself a big cup of coffee. I bring my food with me to a chair and small table by the window and wrap myself with a wool blanket while I eat.
The landscape outside is familiar to me, but I'm still captivated by the beauty of it. It's cloudy, but I can imagine how it would look when bathed in sunshine like yesterday. The hot tub on the terrace is the type that's always heated, but it has a lid on it, and even if it's tempting, I'm not going outside.
I finish my breakfast, sit for a little bit longer, then put the used spoon, bowl and teacup in the dishwasher and walk down to my basement.
I've dozed off on my bed when I'm woken up by a message: "We're returning. Wait in your room. Naked. Blindfold."
I do as I'm told. I sit on the edge of my bed, blindfold on, when I hear them coming downstairs. From the sound of it, they're using the shower.
After what feels like ten minutes, someone is entering my room, and I can feel the leash being fastened to my collar.
"Up."
It's her again. I get up and she steers me with the leash, down the hallway, then through a door on the right, that slams shut behind us. It's warm and humid. We're in the sauna.
"Climb."
If I remember correctly the sauna got three tiers of wooden benches. I climb up on my knees.
"One more."
I keep climbing.
"Sit."
I sit down. They've put out towels, so the hot seats won't burn us.
I can feel their bodies, one on each side of me. Mrs. X touches my thigh, making me separate my legs while at the same time using the other hand to grab my chin and kiss me on the mouth. The kiss is light, her tongue soft in my mouth. It feels like kissing a butterfly. Our tongues meet, playing, before we lightly lick and suck each other's lips.
Mr. X starts kissing me on my neck, nibbling me more than biting me, working his way down and then up again before his tongue is in my ear. I can't know if it's a coincidence or if My Lord has told them about this secret little turn of mine, but on cue Mr. X opens my legs up some more and slides his hand down to my now wet pussy.