Author's Note - This is the end of the story, and I sincerely hope that everyone who has read it from beginning to end enjoyed it, and that you are happy with how I wrap it up. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, and might add a couple standalone scenes, so let me know if there is anywhere that I left out a scene you wish I would have written, and I'll see what I can do about crafting it for you!
This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!
Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background.
Thanks also to ftw752 for all of the help with editing this story!
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The lock snapped into place behind my neck, and I let out the breath I'd been holding. The feeling of absolute submission washed through me, and I inhaled the scent of the thin black leather collar before looking at my reflection in the mirror.
It amazed me how much that collar helped me feel grounded, made me feel safe. I knew it signified the care of both the men in the room. But even still, it was hard to squash the butterflies in my stomach as I looked back at myself. I needed to be perfect today. I didn't want to let either of my Masters down.
"Stop fidgeting. You look perfect."
Pat kissed the top of my head as I poked at my hair, trying to get a frizzy spot to lie down. His eyes met mine, briefly, before I dropped my hands and my gaze, wondering for the hundredth time what I'd gotten myself into this time.
"It's not surprising she's nervous. Personally, I'm enjoying watching her squirm."
After helping with the collar, Master Justin had moved to lounge on the bed in the guest room, already dressed and ready to go. His fitted black t-shirt and black dress pants showed just enough of his body to tease what was underneath. Pat had opted for a slightly looser t-shirt and jeans, but regardless of what he was wearing, one look at him still got my juices flowing.
A week had passed since his return home and our first night playing as a threesome. We'd hardly been apart since. The men had used their fun remote-control vibrator that first night to make me orgasm while they fucked me, repeatedly, until I eventually called out my safeword and collapsed exhausted on the bed. They had worked together cleaning me up and I'd slept soundly in their arms all night.
Since then, the days had passed quickly with both of them always close by at work, and even closer at home. Pat had decided we should stay with Justin together for the week, and Justin had happily agreed. They'd given me some downtime, when I needed it, but I'd learned fast that taking care of both of their needs sexually required a lot of my time and attention. Still, I was beyond happy, and as my own desires were still almost insatiable, I'd been able to keep up. Today's agenda had me worried though.
I ran my hands over the slinky fabric covering my hips. My two Masters had chosen a soft, satiny black dress for today's occasion. The material was heavy and felt luxurious over my skin, especially where it caressed my naked ass and chest underneath. The halter was tied securely behind my neck, but the plunging neckline and low back made me feel almost naked, not to mention that a single bow was all that kept the dress in place. My feet were hidden under the hem of the dress, so they gave me some soft flats to put on. I would be barefoot soon enough, so my footwear was hardly important.
I stared at my reflection once more, and adjusted the collar around my neck. I worried my lip as Master Justin stepped up behind me.
"Pat said you look perfect, and I almost agree, but I think there's one thing missing."
I met his eyes in the mirror as he reached for my collar. When he took his hand away, I could see a new pet tag, engraved with "Kitten" and Justin's little bell.
"Both of us will be with you there. Hopefully this will remind you to relax and focus on the simplicity of the moment."
I nodded, thinking back to the day he'd made me understand the release from life that could come as a pet. My body and well-being were in their care, and I was reliant on them to get me through this. I appreciated that he had taken the time to get me a new tag with Pat's pet name for me engraved on it. Even though I knew they wouldn't leave my side today, having a physical symbol from both Masters instantly started to calm my nerves.
I took a breath and felt my body relax as I let it out. "Thank you, Master Justin."
"It's my pleasure. Thank you for continuing to be such a good girl, and for your continued submission. It truly is a gift." He kissed me lightly on the forehead before turning me to face Pat. "Now it's time for your coat. We don't want to keep your audience waiting."
He laughed lightly as Pat helped me into my coat, and we headed for the door. Justin had ordered us a ride, and I accepted his help into the car after my husband.
I sat between them, holding one of their hands on either side as my mind prepared for my upcoming punishment. The men smiled, caressing my hands, their touch helping me feel grounded and safe. I was always amazed how soft and gentle their hands felt in quiet moments like this, as they danced lightly across my skin. So different from the strong and demanding touches when we played together, bringing me pain and pleasure in equal doses.
It had been Justin's idea, initially, that my punishment for all the orgasms I had that first night should happen at the club. Pat had readily agreed, adding that they should book the public dungeon room and advertise it to try to draw a crowd. They both knew how much I reacted to being watched, and the idea that a crowd of strangers, would watch me accept punishment for my orgasms had almost caused another one. Justin, of course, had remembered my first visit to the club, and that my first inclination when he'd asked about the rooms had been that I was most turned on by the dungeon. My body hummed with anxiety and desire as I prepared myself to finally be with them in that seductive space.
Justin suggested I should be blindfolded before they lead me in the room, so that I wouldn't know how many people were watching. I had agreed, but asked, humbly, that only Pat and Justin wield the implements and touch my body. It was my first scene at the club, and I needed to feel safe. They had accepted my request with enthusiasm, reassuring me that they'd never let anything bad happen to me, and that especially for this first time, they wouldn't have allowed anyone else to be part of the scene. Any future scenes there, we would discuss and negotiate together.
As we pulled into the club parking lot, I realized it was completely full. It made sense that a Saturday evening would be busier, but I hadn't thought about how many people might actually be here. The two previous visits had happened over lunch, and the sheer number of cars in the parking lot told me the club was going to be full of people.
As Pat's regular partner, I had been allowed access in the past as long as I didn't get involved in a scene. In preparation for tonight, my Masters had ensured my membership into the club was accepted. They led me inside, one on each arm, and I realized how fortunate I was to have both of these men in my life. Regardless of what was about to happen, I did feel safe with them. And I cared for them both deeply. We paused outside the doors to the dungeon room, and Master Justin tied the blindfold over my face, leaving me in darkness. I felt one of them remove my shoes, and I sighed as my bare feet touched the cool floor.
