Submitting to Them

A few weeks ago, when I was tasked with fantasizing about Alice placing my plug and what Sir would be doing to me at the same time, I didn't fully realize what I was setting in motion.

I was, unknowingly, giving them a blueprint for their game.

That task from weeks ago had led me to tonight.

A wave of nervous energy coursed through me as I watched Alice pick up the plug I had been instructed to bring. My Sir gently guided me into position--one that gave Alice easy access while ensuring I had nowhere to look but at him. Instinctively, my head dropped, but Sir's firm hand lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes again.

I felt Alice move behind me, her hand pressing lightly against my lower back. A moment later, the pressure of the plug met me. Without thinking, my eyes squeezed shut. Instantly, Sir's hand wrapped around my throat, and his grip in my hair tightened. That was all the reminder I needed to keep my eyes open. I had to look at him.

"What is Alice doing to you?" Sir teased, his voice laced with amusement.

My face turned red, and I was grateful for his hand in my hair as without it, I might have dropped my head in sheer embarrassment. Alice worked the plug in slowly, pushing in, pulling out just slightly, then pressing forward again.

I hesitated too long. A lighter slap landed on my ass, one to just remind me of the situation.

"Answer your Sir" Alice ordered.

My voice was barely above a whisper. "She is fucking my ass with the plug, Sir."

"What was that?" Alice asked, feigning innocence. "I couldn't hear."

She could hear. She just wanted to make me say it again. This was the game I had signed up for.

A small, involuntary whine escaped my lips--a protest, a plea. Her nails lightly scraped over the sensitive skin of my lower back, a silent command. I forced myself to say it again, louder this time.

"Alice is fucking my ass with the plug."

Sir loosened his grip in my hair--not completely, just enough to let me feel the shift, the unspoken reward. "Good girl," he murmured.

And then, finally, I felt Alice press the plug all the way in. I felt full. I felt exposed. Embarrassed. My instinct was to look away, to hide--but I wasn't allowed to. Not even now.

Alice knelt beside Sir, a pleased smile on her face. She was happy with my obedience, and knowing that both she and Sir were proud of me only made me more confident in my position before them.

"I think we should do something she really enjoys," Sir said, glancing at Alice.

With that, he stood and walked toward his bag; the one that held all the tools capable of delivering pain. My excitement built as Alice flashed me another smile before following him, the two of them quietly surveying the selection. Every toy in that bag could hurt me, and I was eager to find out which one they'd choose.

I had never been spanked or felt impact with a plug inside me before, and I couldn't help but wonder if it would feel any different. I took this opportunity to let my head fall.

Alice was the first to make a selection, selecting Sir's little warm-up tool. She stepped behind me, out of sight, while Sir returned to his spot in front of me. Our eyes met, and he gave me a small smile. I couldn't help but smile back--just before I felt the first light hit land against my skin.

Alice was warming me up, and I appreciated it.

I remained on my knees, my ass raised--this position that was pulling my skin tighter, making each hit sting a little more. The hits gradually intensified, enough to make my fingers tighten around the sheets beneath me. It was a struggle to keep my eyes on Sir, just as I was expected to. He must have noticed, because his hand found my hair again, gripping firmly to keep my focus in place.

I had a feeling this would be a recurring theme tonight. A hand in my hair. A hand around my throat. Guiding reminders of my task for the night.

The hits had stopped and I felt a hand gently petting the skin that was just spanked. I then felt Alice move away and Sir removed himself from in front of me. He walked back to his bag, and I instinctively tried to follow him with my gaze, but Alice gently guided my face back to hers.

From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Sir returning, one of my favorite implements in his hands. The excitement for the pain I was about to receive was visibly noticeable to Alice. It would sting. It would hurt. And it would leave behind those beautiful red marks I adored.

I knew it would be difficult to stay still, to resist the urge to drop my head.

Before I could brace myself, the first sharp sting landed against my skin. I hissed but kept my eyes on Alice.

Sir continued, each strike careful and controlled. Now and then, his hand smoothed over my lower back and ass, feeling the heat the whippy end had left behind before delivering another. My body hummed with sensation, my mind drifting somewhere between pleasure and surrender.

It didn't last long--maybe a minute--before Alice leaned in, her voice soft yet commanding.

"Do you enjoy what's happening to you?"

A firmer, harder strike.

A whimper escaped my lips. "Yes."

I barely had time to recover before I felt the hits continue on again. I had no idea the time, I had no idea anything besides that I was looking at Alice and whimpering from the hits that stung my skin. I only noticed the hits stop when I felt Sir petting me again.

Everything was intense. The sensations. The emotions. They swirled together, pulling me deeper into submission. I was treading the edges of subspace, teetering on the brink.

But the evening wasn't over yet.

I knew they wanted to give me both pain and pleasure. The only thing left on the agenda was pleasure.

Alice and Sir guided me to roll onto my back, settling beside me as their hands traced gentle patterns along my skin. Their touches were soft, grounding. They checked in, making sure I was still okay, still enjoying everything.

I was.

There was no doubt that I was enjoying every moment.

I lay there, comfortable and relaxed, as Sir moved to retrieve what we called my Rumble toy. Alice shifted to my side, gripping one of my legs and spreading me open. She applied just enough pressure to keep me from closing it. Sir did the same on my other side.

The familiar hum of the vibrator filled my ears. My anticipation spiked just before I felt the first touch of it between my legs. Instantly, my eyes fluttered shut as pleasure overtook me--

A sharp sting on my nipple made them snap open.

Alice's fingers pinched tightly, her eyes locked onto mine. She didn't release me until I met her gaze--a painful reminder that I was to maintain eye contact while being played with.

The vibrator turned up another level, the intensity sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Whimpers spilled from my lips, impossible to contain. The torment from the evening had left me soaked, needy. I needed to cum.

Sir's hand moved to the plug still inside me, pressing against it. The pressure, combined with the relentless vibrations, had my orgasm building fast. Alice must have noticed--her hand wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to restrict my breathing.

"You can't cum until you have permission," Sir reminded me.

Desperate, I immediately started begging.

Alice was the one to grant it.

At her word, I let myself relax into to the pleasure. The orgasm crashed over me seconds later, strong and making my body fight the spreading of my legs but the vibrator didn't stop.

Alice took full control of it now, while Sir replaced her hand with his around my throat. His grip tightened, then eased, over and over, his gaze commanding mine to stay locked on his. My legs were shaking from the overstimulation, and already, another orgasm was creeping up on me.

Sir leaned in close, his voice a quiet promise.

"You can cum on my countdown."

He started at ten.

Worry flickered through me as I could feel it coming, too fast, too strong. I didn't know if I could hold back. I struggled, my body tensing with the effort. Sir must have noticed because he quickened his counting, giving me the relief I so desperately needed.

Finally, he reached one.

And I came.

My body convulsed, my thighs pulling hard to shut, but they couldn't--Alice's grip kept me open, exposed, vulnerable to every last wave of pleasure. She held the vibrator against me just a moment longer, letting me ride it out before finally pulling it away.

As soon as the pressure released, my legs were freed to close, my body curling in on itself. My mind was still swimming in pleasure, my limbs weak and buzzing.

Gentle hands soothed me, petting my hair and back, soft whispers of praise filling the air. A blanket was draped over me, warmth settling in as Alice pulled me into her arms. Sir lay in front of me, his fingers tracing light patterns along my face and neck.

"Are you feeling okay?" Sir asked softly.

I nodded. "Yes. I feel great."

I was completely relaxed, the weight of everything that had happened sinking into me. A pleasant exhaustion settled over my body as I slowly came down.

After some time spent cuddling, I was turned so the plug could be removed. A quiet whimper left my lips as the movement sent another ripple of sensation through me.

Alice, Sir, and I remained there in comfortable silence, their hands never leaving me, tracing lazy patterns over my skin. This continued on until it was time for us to prepare to leave to our own places for the night.