Liz was so shocked at what Helen and Alex were asking her that she almost dropped her glass on the floor. The couple was staring intently but trying not to pressure her with their faces, making for awkward expressions. Liz didn't notice, as she could not look either of them in the eye for a moment. "I'm sorry," her eyes stared at the table, "I must not have heard you correctly."
"Yes, you did," a matter of fact statement typical of Helen. "Meet us here, at this time, or don't." Helen slipped Liz a card with a list of time, place, and all sorts of instructions on dress and preparation. The very last item Liz's eyes scanned over was titled "safeword: ___", followed by the words "don't forget it!" That told Liz she had definitely heard them right.
"Any questions?" Alex asked.
"Can we negotiate this first?" Liz wanted to make sure the things she
really
didn't want to do would not be included. Unfortunately Helen and Alex did not grant her such a privilege.
"Be there or not," Helen reiterated, a sweet smile spreading into her soft voice. "No more questions." Then, to Alex, "it's time to go." As Alex stood to leave he smiled at Liz then gave all his attention back to his wife.
Liz thought she had heard him whisper, "Yes Mistress," but she couldn't be sure. As they stood up to go Liz was reminded how tall 5'9 was looking at Alex, and how short 5'3 was looking at Helen. Helen kissed Liz on the cheek and let her hand brush over Liz's arm before she left.
Three days to decide meant three days of apprehension and an anticipation that drove Liz so fucking insane that her cunt stayed sopping wet the whole time, and any reason and logic she had as tools to help her decide against this in the beginning of that period was worn down by a curiosity made all that much worse by her perverted imagination. She hurried out to obtain just the type of short and tight skirt black the card told her to wear. Liz had no idea if the outfit was more Helen or Alex's idea. The card was typed. She just hoped to God she'd be able to prove herself to Helen, to please Helen with her total surrender and complete submission. She felt more wetness coat her labia as she slipped on the ridiculously high black heels she was ordered to wear. Am I really going to do this? She wondered. I shouldn't. I can't. I
have
to. If she didn't show up they would never give her another chance.
There were things in that card that scared Liz, including the instructions to prepare herself anally. The horrifying idea that she would not be able to control her reactions and endure the pain in silence if commanded, thus risking displeasing her Mistress and Master made Liz realize how much she wanted this, on more than one level. She did everything the card told her with more pleasure than she would have thought possible.
The address the card indicated looked from the outside to be a leather club, and Liz wasn't surprised. "Can I help you?" The leather-clad bear at the front desk took in Liz's long black hair and green eyes. He ran is own eyes down over her voluptuous breasts, past her full stomach, with hips that said she was supposed to be a little thinner than she was, and down her plump legs to the feet straining in those ridiculous black heels that she clearly was not femme enough to pull off. He looked like he wanted to say, "What the fuck are you doing here, Dorothy? Kansas is that way" but his demeanor was very gentle.
"I was told to go to room 107," she said, only able to look at the floor.
"You must be Helen and Alex's slut? They told me about you. I'll take you there." They must have told him that was what she was, their slut. It made Liz's gigantic nipples hard to hear it and sent a wave of pleasure down through her already wet pussy. She followed the man a short distance to the right.
"This is it," he said. She went inside and he locked the door from the outside and left.
Liz quickly found new instructions typed and sitting on a chair, along with a full red rose with thorns. Next she noticed a series of implements and prompts lining the walls. She read the card.
"Strip down to your bra and panties, but leave the heels on. Put the rose between your teeth—careful of the thorns—then get on your knees and face the door," was all it said. Liz obeyed the command.
As she tried to make herself look as humble as possible Liz imagined what her Mistress and Master would be like when they entered the room. What would their demeanors be? What would they wear? Would they work together, or would one of them top the other? She anticipated a simply delicious entrance. Five minutes. Liz shifted her body on her knees.
She realized this position was not the most flattering for her physical features—as she'd been there many times before. Would they even approve? Or would they laugh at her and tell her to leave? The anxiety was overwhelming, and that's when Liz heard the door creak slowly. Just opening it was taking them forever. "Fucking get it over with!" Liz screamed in her head before she caught herself. That was the wrong attitude. Let them tease her if they wanted—it was only for anticipation, after all. Or so she guessed. Liz had never actually been a sub before. She had only read about it and thought about it: a lot.
"Close your eyes," Helen's soft, seductive voice. Then she heard nothing but their footsteps coming closer, until Liz felt them standing less than a foot from her. Still they said nothing for a long moment, during which, Helen took the rose from her mouth.
"Open your eyes." Liz did but she felt Helen's hand slap her hard. She wanted to moan but held back.
"Acknowledge my commands!"
"Yes Mistress" Helen quickly answered. "I am so sorry Mistress." Helen started to walk around Liz's body, and Alex followed her.
"Let's see if you did what we told you?"
"It looks like she did," Alex answered. Liz took this as a sign that they would be equal tops, but Helen would be the sterner of the two.
"So it does. Does she meet your approval?" Helen asked her husband.
"I don't know," he was taunting Liz. "I'd have to inspect her further."
"Lean forward slut," Helen demanded.
"Yes Mistress." This time Liz remembered. She was so nervous, so filled with anticipation, she was ready to snap to action as soon as commanded.
Helen dropped to her knees behind Liz. Liz felt smooth, delicate hands gently moving her panties aside. Then Liz gasped as Helen quickly inserted her fingers into her ready and willing cunt: stretching the taunt skin, making her sore and satisfied at once. Liz was not sure how many of Helen's fingers were in her cunt. However many there were, she grasped them tight.
"This cunt is ready to serve," Helen informed her husband. She's nice and tight too, lots of reason to play. I think I might stretch her out a little."
Helen thrust her fingers as far into Liz's cunt as she could get them, and slowly pulled them almost all the way out before filling her again. Liz didn't want Helen to ever stop fingering her, but she heard "feel for yourself," and soon larger, rougher fingers were fucking her.
Both sets felt good in different ways: the sweet pain from such delicate digits, verses gentle caressing from rough ones.
"She's really wet!" Alex exclaimed. "She must enjoy being out slut."
“I do Master!"
"Was I talking to you whore?" He shot. "Did either of us give you permission to speak?" Liz nodded her head "no" hard and fast, but it was too late.
“Not even done being inspected yet, and you've already earned yourself a beating," he scolded.
"We'll take care of that in a moment," Alex taunted, "right now I want to see if you did
everything
we put on that card or not." Alex generously lubed two of his fingers, as well as Liz's ass, and worked them inside of her. Liz bit her tongue to stifle her moans.
"Can you take Master's cock in here?" He asked. His tight leather pants had shown what Liz guessed to be a typical bulge, so she guessed: "Yes Master," and hoped she was right. Alex removed his fingers.
"I think she'll do," he scuffed at his wife.
"Yeah, she'll do." Helen brought a collar with a ring on the front to Liz.
There was a St. Andrew's cross against the back wall. Master told Liz to crawl over to it. When she stood against it, waiting to be secured to it, hoping she would be.
“Take off your bra and hand it to me,” Mistress held out her hand.
“Yes Mistress,” Liz answered, tentatively. Liz removed her bra, showing Helen and Alex her plump breasts and absolutely gorgeous, light pink nipples.
“Now hand me your soaking panties,” Mistress commanded.
"Yes Mistress.”
Mistress shoved the panties in Liz's mouth and told her to keep them there. Liz forgot to nod, so Mistress slapped her face hard, on both cheeks to remind her.
Both Master and Mistress secured Liz to the cross. They selected a leather strap to punish her with. Helen ran it across her back and then showed it to her. When she told Liz to kiss it, Liz fervently obeyed, moaning to let Helen know how much she loved this.
Then Helen and Alex took turns landing the strap across Liz's back, ass and upper thighs. Helen worked her over quickly, lashing Liz without any time between strokes. Her blows stung more than Alex's, and caused Liz to cry out more.
Alex was more sensual with the strokes, taking more time, and making sure Liz had no idea where the next one would land. When they finished Liz's back, ass and upper thighs were screaming with welts. Her body had grown tense, breathing labored, eyes full of tears. They had not gagged her, preferring to hear her moans, cries and screams, as well as all the verbal indications of gratitude.
When Mistress removed Liz's panties from her mouth and asked if she had learned her lesson, Liz answered emphatically "Yes," and "Thank you Mistress. Thank you Master," and "I'm so sorry Mistress and Master." Liz was elated. The pain and pleasure were more than she had ever known she could feel, and somehow the pain endured her to them as much as the pleasure. She wanted to be punished when she failed them. She wanted to be theirs.
Helen told Liz she had endured the first part of her punishment well, but that it wasn't over. She grabbed Liz's collar and led her over to the bed. She threw her on it, demanding Liz lay on her back. Soon four hands were quickly tying all of Liz's limbs to the bed. They stepped back and admired their work. Master went and got a blindfold and put in on his slave.
Liz felt a searing pain on her left breast that she immediately identified as wax, then another on her stomach. Alex was holding the candle, while Helen held the rose at the base, but Liz didn't know that until—
