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My master's familiar, calloused hand wraps around my throat and my breath hitches. I straighten up reflexively, adjust my hips slightly, and drop my eyes to my lap. In my peripheral vision, I can see my Daddy set down his wine and pat his lips dry. We'd been having dinner together in my kitchen, a private, quiet night. My master had told me he'd be out of town for another day, but there's no mistaking the feel of his hand and the way he squeezes my airway.

Master pulls upwards, fingers pressed under my chin, and I rise as commanded, crossing my hands behind my back so when he presses against me I cup his warm manhood. He has powerful, muscular legs that press into mine, and his arms match.

When Master speaks, his hot breath tickles my cheek and I melt into him. His voice is hoarse and low. "Strip."

I'm wearing a simple sundress, so it's easy to flick the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. With my chin still held up, it's harder to remove my thong and I have to shimmy a little to get it down my legs.

"Look at me." My daddy's voice is thick with lust, a sound I know well. We've been having an affair for a couple of months now (with my master's consent, of course), and he's seen my naked form plenty of times, but this time, I'm filled with nerves. Was he part of planning this, or had my master simply returned early? My cheeks flush, and a wave of arousal washes over me as I follow my instructions.

Daddy is leaning back casually in his chair as he rolls up the sleeves of the tight button-down he's wearing. His dark, wavy hair just brushes his powerful shoulders, and his movements make the front of his shirt gap just a bit. As he loosens his tie and opens his top buttons, he reveals a shock of dark chest hair.

I'm drooling. The feel of the cool liquid dribbling down my chin brings me back to the real world.

My master uses his free hand to tweak first one nipple, then the other, as Daddy stares hungrily back at me. Master releases my throat long enough to fasten clamps to my breasts, then squeezes even harder, cutting off my oxygen completely.

One

Stay calm. Count.

Two

Don't try to breathe.

Three

I can feel my pussy growing hot.

Four

I'm wet.

Five

Soaked.

Six

I can't stay still. I start to bounce from foot

Seven

To foot

Eight

To foot.

Nine

What's that

Ten

noise? There's a

Eleven

squealing-

Sir releases me, and I realize that I was squealing. Dumb. Waste of air. I gasp and flush.

I blink, and realize my eyes are open. I can see Daddy. He looks just as horny as before, and he's moved closer, close enough to touch me. He's stroking my cheek, and I tilt my face up, begging silently for a kiss.

And how can he resist? I know what I look like right now. He's made me look like this, in fact, teasing me relentlessly and forcing me to stare at myself in the mirror, teasing me until I'm desperate enough for his taste. His face comes closer to mine, his soft, full lips parting. His cologne surrounds me, and I swear I can feel the stubble of his beard.

He pulls away.

A sharp pain draws my attention down. Daddy has started pulling at the chain connecting my nipple clamps, forcing my small, puffy nipples to stand out from my chest. Behind me, my master has started to wrap something around my wrists. Is he--

I'm distracted by the pain in my tits, which has amped up incredibly. The clamps are halfway off, and Daddy is continuing to pull at them. I want to wrench backwards, get the stupid things off, but my master behind me is keeping me in place. The pain gets worse and worse and worse until, with a pop, the clamps are pulled completely free. I lean back into the familiar chest of my master, and realize that he's tied my arms behind me, rope stretching from my wrists to my elbows.

They've planned this, the bastards.

My master guides my hands back to his denim-clad erection and begins choking me again. This time, as he holds me, Daddy plays with my nipples, then dips his hand down to the soft stretch of flesh in the fold between my thigh and my mound. I count to fifteen before my master allows me to take a breath, and he begins choking me again as soon as I've regained my breath. Daddy reaches around to caress my ass, his free hands brushing against my bound ones. He pulls me slightly away from my master, and at this angle, I can feel Daddy grope my master's hot, hard shaft.

This time, when my master releases me, I fall forward into Daddy. I'm lightheaded, and without my hands to balance, I have to trust these men. As I breath, one of them makes a collar appear and wraps it around my throat. My master hooks his finger in the collar, and together they lead me into the playroom. As they do, I catch a glimpse of my master's face, his chiseled, clean-shaven jaw and his close-cropped hair. He looks ecstatic to be doing this, and I am worried that portends a long night ahead of me.

Working in tandem, my men tie me over the spanking bench. It's a custom piece of furniture, elevating my ass while leaving my tits hanging free. There's a cushion for my face to rest in, with a strap that keeps my head in place. My legs are held apart, and a light breeze tickles my pussy.

I can't see either man, just the floor below me. I can see their shoes sometimes as they move around my immobile body, but the bastards are wearing the same thing and I can't tell which is which. I recognize Daddy's favorite flogger as it ebbs into my field of vision, seconds before a blow lands square across both my nipples. I reflexively try to jerk away, only to be met with a blow on my ass. That one also feels like Daddy's flogger, although it's a harder blow than he usually opens with. Maybe that means he's in front of me, and Master behind? I study the tip of the shoe I can see, trying to tell --

A pair of blows lands, one on each shoulder. These feel like floggers, one in each man's hand. Another pair jolts me, then another. A second pair of shoes comes into view, and suddenly the world around me goes a little dark. I realize that an erection is pressed against each side of my head, and hear moaning. A shirt drops on the floor, then another. They're making out, they must be. The idea lights me on fire. The two men who own me, the men I want more than anything. I burn to see them enjoying each other.

Hands cover each of my ears, but I can vaguely hear the men speaking to each other. Not enough to understand, but enough to place them. Master on my right, Daddy on my left. Their pants drop to the floor, then their boxers. The strap behind my head is removed, as is the face cushion, and Daddy's cock comes into view. I know what's expected of me, and hold my mouth open to receive him. After a couple short strokes, getting his shaft soaked with my spit, he thrusts abruptly into my throat and holds me in place.

"Little fucktoy, I heard you don't throat your master." My face burns with shame as he pulls out. Spit pours out of me as I reply, "Yes, Daddy."

Back on his cock, nose pressed to his stomach. "Yes, Daddy," mocking me with his tone. "Yes, Daddy, what? You do throat him, cunt? Or you don't?" I gag just before he leaves my hole.

"I don't throat him, Daddmmmfffff." I'm cut off by his thrust in.

"We're going to fix that today. You're going to be his fuckhole." He thrusts in and out a few times, then pulls free completely and steps away, although his hand is still in my hair.

Master's cock comes into view. Daddy's cock is amazing, and I worship it every chance I get. But Master's is huge. Long, wide. I've tried to throat him before and it just doesn't fit. I try again, though, hoping the warmup Daddy gave me will help. Master's hand is in control of my head now, and it presses me down harshly, but I can't. I'm gasping with effort when I am allowed to breathe.

A huge blow lands on my left ass cheek, then another on my right immediately after. I cut my scream short to stutter out a "One and two, thank you Daddy." And then my mouth is filled again, and the massive cockhead is pressing at the opening to my throat. I swallow, remembering my training, and get the smallest amount of the cock in for a millisecond. A vibrator nudges against my clit, giving me the briefest bit of stimulation.

Master's shaft pulls from my lips, and two more hits land, a little lower this time. I'm ready for these, and I'm screaming THREE before the fourth lands. "Four! Thank you Daddy!!"

They keep working at me, giving me pleasure when my master is in my throat, punishment when I push him out. My ass is on fire, and Daddy has moved to my thighs when I finally, fully take Master into my throat. He pauses for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, before he starts thrusting. Each thrust inward slides into my throat easily now, and the vibrator stays on my pussy, rewarding me for my hard work.

Daddy slides into my hole now too, grazing my g-spot and making my hips jump despite my bonds. The two of them work together, pressing into me at the same time, so I'm filled with cock and then devoid of it. I have a new problem now: my building orgasm. I'm not allowed to cum without permission - neither of them would tolerate that. I've worked so hard to control myself, but there's so much happening right now.

Every time Daddy thrusts in, my ass burns from its beating. He's still working my g-spot and clit, and Master is playing with my tits as he uses my throat. I try to take my mind away, float off into subspace. Give myself the chance to make it through. My master, buried in my throat, must be able to tell, because he slaps my cheek.

"Stay here, fucktoy. With us. Not long now."

"Is our toy going somewhere?" Daddy asks.

"She's trying to take her mind away." Master grunts as he thrusts. "I think that's almost as bad as cumming without permission. Not to worry though, she's screaming again."

I feel disconnected from my body. His voice is miles away. The only thing I'm sure of is that my pussy is the center of the universe, and it's about to explode. Mercifully, although not purposefully, Daddy drops the vibrator so he can hammer into me. Master finally finishes, his seed unloading down my throat almost as fast as I can swallow. I'm going to make it.

Daddy makes one final, deep thrust into my pussy. He groans and his cock twitches inside me.

I did it.

And then, as he pulls out, he just barely brushes my g-spot and I erupt into an orgasm. I shriek, and Daddy presses back in to me, fucking me through it as his cock softens. As he pulls out, I realize I'm crying, hot tears landing on the floor beneath me.

"Oh, no. The poor slut came, didn't she?" Daddy asks as he plays with my soaked pussy.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry, Master," I sob. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm--"

"I'm sorry," Master mocks me. "But you did it, hole. If you really wanted to, you would have kept control. But don't worry. I think we can find a suitable punishment."

The headrest is replaced and I'm strapped in place again, this time with a gag and blindfold fitted as well. "Cum as much as you want, slut," Daddy says from behind me. I feel something press against my mound, and then -- nothing.

It's quiet in the playroom. Nothing moving. I prick up my ears and realize that my men are outside the playroom, moving around the house. I wait.

I've cried all my tears and returned my breathing to normal before anything changes. I can hear the television playing in the background now, but nothing else. I wouldn't say I'm bored - I'm never bored in the playroom - but the tension has gone away.

Then the vibrator roars to life, full power, hard against my sensitive clit. Finally.

And I can cum.

I don't bother to try to hold it back, letting go of all control. It's amazing. I see stars behind my blindfold, and my whole body tingles.

The vibrator doesn't stop, and it takes very little effort to cum again and again. And then, I beging to wish for a break. Experimentally, I move a little, but I can't get any relief. I have to focus again, trying to hold off so my sensitivity doesn't skyrocket. I want to cum, but I can't.

I do anyway.

My clit feels white-hot, and the vibrator keeps going.

I lose count around twenty orgasms. I'm screaming, begging for it to stop.

I lose control of my voice at some point and silence falls over the playroom again.

I don't know when they come in, or when they turn off the vibrator.

I'm lying on the playroom bed, sandwiched between my two men, when I become aware of my surroundings again. My master props himself up on one arm and brushes a hair off my face.

"What did we learn today, fucktoy?"

"My master and my daddy control my orgasms." I pause, then, "And to throat my master's cock."

"Good slut," one of them says, and they allow my spent body to rest between them for a little while longer. Soon enough, though, they get me back up and strap me to the spanking bench again. This time, they add a blindfold, so I am completely unable to anticipate the blows I know will come.

The first one lands square across both of my ass cheeks - a long, narrow paddle is in one of their hands.

I should count.

"One, thank you -" I hesitate. Which one was it? I can't leave off at thank you. I have to improvise. "- Sir."

The next blow lands on a nipple; the third on my other nipple. I continue my count upwards, although I don't know what I'm counting to. Something slides inside my pussy and starts vibrating gently, too gently to bring me to orgasm. My clit still burns from my ordeal, but my pussy is just nicely sensitive and still dripping with my juices.

My men continue to land blows over my ass and tits, spreading them out so I'm sensitive all over. They're not hitting too hard and the vibrator isn't running too hard, and I simply enjoy myself as they give my body plenty of attention.

After only a few minutes, they remove my vibrator and stop beating me, then gently remove me from my bonds and help me stand up. I lean against Daddy as my Master brushes my hair out of my eyes. "It's getting late, fucktoy. Your daddy is going to help you shower and then we're all going to get some sleep." I nod, exhausted but still aroused from the vibrator.

Daddy helps me get into the shower and adjusts the temperature, caressing me as he rubs soap across my body. I relax into him, trusting him completely and enjoying his touches. It's not until he grabs the removable showerhead and starts rinsing me that I realize why they'd beaten me the way they had.

The stream of water beats into my sensitive skin and my arousal flares fully back to life. I'm panting just from Daddy rinsing my tits, and when he reaches a soapy hand down to my mound, I reflexively spread my legs. A blast of water against my clit is my reward. I scream and have to brace myself against the wall.

"That's a good idea, slut." Daddy positions both my hands on the shower wall, my ass sticking out, my legs spread. From here, he can reach my beaten ass and sore clit with the shower head, and he uses that access to tease me until I am whimpering nonstop.

"Please, Daddy. Please give me a break." I must be clean by now.

"Why?" His tone teases me. "Is my slut sensitive?" The water stream finds my clit again, and I scream "Yes, Daddy! Please!"

He gives me another break. "But you haven't been very good today, slut, have you? You learned to throat a big cock, but then you came without permission."

My stomach sinks. He's right. I close my eyes and nod, then rest my forehead on the wall of the shower. "Yes, Daddy. You're right."

"I think, though, that I want a break. It's hard work taking care of a slut like you."

"Yes, Daddy."

When I'm dry, the three of us climb back into the massive bed in the playroom and fall asleep, a tangle of limbs.

I wake to the feeling of a hard shaft pressing against my ass, moving ever so slightly. I catch sight of my daddy in front of me, so it must be my master behind me. He probably isn't awake yet, but I know he will be soon. I pull myself free of the men and crawl beneath the sheets, searching for Master's cock.

I land kisses along his thighs as I move, then take his balls gently into my mouth. My tongue washes over his shaft, wetting in, then up to his head, which I take gently between my lips. He likes me to move slowly before he's awake, and I do as I'm trained, focusing my attention on his sensitive tip.

Master begins to stir, and his hand finds the back of my head, gently pressing me down. I know that he will want me to start sliding up and down, and I make sure to move as deeply down his shaft as I can.

I settle into a gentle rhythm easily, a wake-up I've given him many times before. When he's getting close, I feel the bed moving, and I realize that Daddy has grabbed my head through the sheet. I'm pushed down so I take Master's cockhead into my throat, and although I've only done it once before, it feels as natural as breathing this time.

A momentary wave of panic washes over me when I'm held in place, my airway cut off, but I remember my training and trust my men. After only seconds, I'm allowed to breathe, before being pushed back down. The three of us find another rhythm, slightly faster than before but still comfortable. It doesn't take long before I can feel my master's shaft twitch against my tongue, and I know he's right on the edge.

My teeth press against my lips as I caress him, my tongue pressed against the underside of the shaft, and I'm sucking gently when he's not in my throat too far. Daddy's hand is gripping my hair, and I would whimper at the pain if I could afford the air. My hips have a mind of their own, humping the air as I'm used.

Finally, my master is pushed over the edge.

His seed sprays down my throat, so deep that I hardly taste it. I gulp it down greedily, then suck at his softening manhood gently to clean it.

Daddy pulls me out from under the sheet and positions me so I'm straddling my master; he sits behind me and straddles Master's legs as well. His fingers find my clit, and I'm reminded suddenly that they left me sensitive and needy last night. With only a few strokes, I'm ready to cum.

"Cum for us," Daddy hisses in my ear. "Cum on your master's cock."

I do.

The sensation rips through me, and I'm vaguely aware that I've squirted all over my master, whose cock is surely still sensitive from its recent orgasm. I risk a glance at his handsome face and see he's looking back at me in awe as my tremors subside. I sag back against daddy and drop my eyes back where they belong.

When Master and I have both recovered from our orgasms, Daddy lays me face-up on the bed and spreads my legs, leaning in for a kiss. Master kisses my cheek gently, then leaves the bed, presumably to take a shower. Before the door has clicked closed, Daddy has pushed into me, his cock filling my wet hole completely. In this position, I can tilt my hips so my poor clit, sensitized to the point of pain, isn't being touched.

Daddy doesn't hold back for even a second, slamming into me as soon as he's entered me. His hips move roughly back and forth, and I rise to meet him. As he pumps, I can feel another orgasm building, but Daddy is going to get there first. I wiggle slightly so my clit is brushed as Daddy moves, and although it hurts, it does put me right on the edge.

"Cum for me, slut," Daddy commands, right before I need to ask for permission. I do as instructed, just as he cums inside me. As we lay in bed recovering, I hear Master walking back down the hall towards us, and I can only imagine what the rest of the day will hold.