Catie stood at the door, one hand on the knob and breathed deeply. She looked up at the men around her and wondered if she really could do this. It was a fantasy, had been one for years, and of all the men in the world, she trusted these three most, but...it may well be something they'd never recover from. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes, blocking the hand that would've touched her to reassure her. She needed a moment and she would take it. She thought about the afternoon just past. She had been pampered – bathed, shaved, massaged and, she shuddered, been well cleaned from the inside out.
Enemas were not a big deal, she supposed, she demanded them from these three on a regular basis. Anal play was not to happen unless the receiver was sparkling clean. And since she was to be the receiver tonight, it had been her turn. She had been doing them more often of late, training her body for this night. She was sure most people wouldn't make such a big deal out of it, and a rueful smile passed over her face in a flash of lightning, but she wasn't just anyone. She was the Mistress here. She owned all three of these men. One, Jim, was a sub to be sure, and she jointly owned him with her best friend, but he was, nevertheless, owned. The other two, David and Dave, (how odd she had found two with the same name, at the same moment in time), were her slaves.
Tonight they were to have a power exchange. David, Overseer of the BDSM club she and Evelyn owned, would be in charge this evening. He would take command of her body and her mind, as well as directing the actions of the other two. She had given him that power before, and always found it returned to her without a problem, never a flaw in his service. But she worried about Dave and Jim. They had been in her service for 5 years now but never had they seen her as anything but the Mistress in full control. Could she be the craven slut she needed to be for this and come out of it with their respect?
She opened her eyes when she felt David move closer to her. She smiled into his dark eyes. She harbored a deep affection for this one and knew it was returned. At 6'1" he was the second tallest of the three. His black hair, dark eyes and broad shoulders made him look like a pirate here in the Bahamas and she grinned at the thought. She loved playing with his body, the responses were finely tuned and he always knew precisely when, if, to turn the tables on her and take command. He had learned fast what she needed and how to read the signs. His cock rose and fell at her command. She stared at his mouth, the mouth that could beg and plead, that could be soft and loving one moment and harsh the next, the mouth she could not live without anymore. Her insides reacted with a clench as he curved a corner of his mouth up in a wicked smile.
Her eyes moved to Dave next. Six feet tall, also dark haired, but with brilliant blue eyes; his body was long and lean and hairy. It made the hair free pubic area stand out like a full moon in the night sky. His cock too, rose and fell at her command. A touch from her would have him wriggling like a happy puppy. He was sweet, adorable and totally devoted, had been from the first. She was pleased to see that he had remembered to shave this evening; his beard was heavy and scratchy. He was ten years younger than David, but he had made up for his lack of experience by learning everything he could.
Jim smiled at her when her gaze moved to him. He was 6'2", also darkly good looking with his black hair and blue eyes. Her eyes flicked from Dave and back to Jim. She'd never noticed the resemblance before. She smiled back at him. He had been a sub when Evelyn had found him, 27 and a total anal slut. Catie had trained him, taught him everything he wanted to know, learning a few things herself along the way. He was still a total anal slut. Next month there would be a ceremony to mark him as Evelyn's slave. It was his wish to take the next step and she was very pleased.
Suddenly she felt dwarfed by these 3 powerful men. She was no slouch at 5'8" but she suddenly felt very small. She was slim, curvy in all the right places, with large, heavy breasts that were often displayed by custom made bras that provided a cleavage men and women alike wanted to dive into. Her green eyes sparkled with humor and her long auburn hair was most often braided to be out of the way as she worked on building this resort. She had been involved from the beginning, planning it with Evelyn, the only woman in the world who meant anything to her. They had built it from the ground up and it would be the only place for Dominants to vacation with their slaves and subs. The grand opening was in a week, and they had two very special guests attending that only Evelyn and she knew about. However, tonight was about her fantasies.
She was dressed in something David had chosen. It was a short, sleeveless red dress. It covered her from neck to mid-thigh without revealing a thing but the way the fabric clung to her hinted at the bounty beneath. Sheer stockings were held up by a black lace garter, the match to the bra that confined her breasts. David had been pleased with himself. Around her neck he'd managed to get a symbolic collar - a slim, plain, black lace ribbon. Her hair fell down her back in a straight waterfall of shimmering fire. He had insisted on a black ribbon to hold it off her face. Her face was clean of make-up except for black eyeliner and mascara to open her eyes and make the emerald color shine. Black patent leather Mary Janes with 3 inch heels completed the outfit. He said she looked like a little girl and a whore at the same time.
"Catie..." David's voice caused a rumble within. "You've kept us standing outside this door for several minutes now. It's time."
She took a deep breath and looked at him. She smiled and offered an almost imperceptible nod. Then she looked to Jim and Dave again. "You understand that what is about to happen is a one time thing? Neither of you lose your status, when this is done I will still be your Mistress. David is in charge of what happens in this room tonight, what he says might as well come from me. Is that clear?"
Jim bowed and kissed her hand, "Yes Ma'am. We've been over this before. Many times."