Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (15 page)

“Come on, you two. It’s time to go.”

“Quick, Peter, you need to get ready. You know Master doesn’t like to wait.”

“What do you mean? I’m dressed.”

Mia looked at him dressed in only in a pair of black boxer briefs. Actually they were spandex shorts like the shorts pushbike riders wore, only a lot shorter. He was also barefoot.

“You don’t get to wear anything else?” All of a sudden she was thankful for the skirt and corset. Yes, she didn’t get to wear panties under it. But at least she had more skin covered than Peter.

“Of course. Dylan will put our collars on himself,” he replied.

Peter must have seen the shock on her face.

“I think tonight’s going to be a big eye opener for you.” He chuckled and then gave her a saucy wink.

“I agree.” Both Mathew and Dylan wore black leather pants. Dylan had a long-sleeve, black, button-up shirt, and Mathew wore a tight, dark-blue, short-sleeved one. Peter then knelt in front of Dylan and Mathew, and she followed his lead.

“My pet, my boy, tonight you shall be wearing your play collars,” he said, buckling a soft, pink leather collar that matched her corset around her neck. Mathew then clipped a pink leather lead to the collar. Peter’s discreet platinum chain was removed and replaced with a thick, black leather collar. Dylan clipped a black leather lead that was mostly chain to his collar.

“Let’s go play,” Dylan declared.

* * * *

As they walked into the club, she was surprised how tight security was. Everyone had to hand over their membership card, which was swiped into a reader. Their faces were checked against their record of membership. Even though the security personnel knew of all her Masters, they still had to follow the procedure.

“And this must be sub Mia. Mr. Blackwell has informed us of her membership status. You’re all free to enter,” the security guy said.

The club was full. She now understood what Peter was trying to tell her about the clothing. There were woman wearing lacy bras and panties and sexy teddies. People were wearing all manner of clothing right up to full fetish gear. She even saw a guy covered from head to foot in latex. But what shocked her the most, although she tried not to show it, was how many people were naked. She would’ve told anyone she wasn’t a prude, but obviously she was more of one than she’d thought. Compared to the majority of the people, she was overdressed. When she and Peter were led into the club on their leads, she’d thought people would stare and snicker at them. No one took any particular notice. Yes, there were people who looked their way, but, realizing they knew the three men and that they were friends, they continued on with what they were doing. Dylan pulled at her lead, forcing her to follow him to a seating area in one corner of the club. He acknowledged a group of people sitting at a table as he walked up.

“Good evening, gentlemen and lady.”

“Good evening, Master Dylan. Craig’s told us you would be bringing your Mia tonight. We just didn’t believe him. Fancy you finally capturing your little receptionist,” the man said with a smile.

“Mistress Karen, I would like you to meet sub Mia. Pet, this is Mistress Karen.”

“My, what a beautiful dear. You’re a very lucky man, Dylan.”

“Sub Mia, this is Master Frank, Master Scott, and, of course, you know Master Craig.” Mia just nodded to all of them. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to talk, so she decided not to. She also didn’t know what to say. They all greeted Mathew as well but didn’t acknowledge Peter.

“Join us.”

Dylan took the last available seat and directed Mathew to get one of the spare chairs from the table behind them. Mathew dropped Peter’s lead so he could get cushions for himself and Mia without being asked. Once the pillows were positioned at his feet, Dylan pointed down to one.

“Sit, my pet.”

She saw him watch her as she kneeled on the cushion and moved around, trying to get comfortable. Peter dropped to his cushion with ease, folding his legs under him all in the same movement. If she was going to be expected to sit on cushions at the club, then a few lessons from Peter on how to do it so gracefully would be in order,
she thought.

“Good boy,” he exclaimed and rubbed Peter’s head affectionately.

* * * *

Dylan only half paid attention to the conversation around the table. Most of his attention was directed to his pet and boy at his feet. He felt a pang of regret that he hadn’t spent as much time as he normally did with Mathew. Was Mathew unhappy with the changes? Looking over at Mathew, he watched him as he smiled and laughed with the other Doms at the table. He didn’t look as though he was suffering. Mathew turned his head and looked at him for a second. They stared into each other’s eyes, and then Mathew leant over and kissed him. He returned his kiss and cupped his cheek. Mathew smiled a heartwarming smile. They were good. He could feel it in his bones.

“Let’s go play with our subs,” he said to Mathew.

“Let’s,” Mathew replied.

“Well, Masters and Mistresses, we need to give our sub and slave a bit of attention so we’ll see you all later.” They both stood and moved away from the table, pulling on the leads.

* * * *

As they entered the dungeon, Mia’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There were crosses, whips, and chains. At least she now understood the name Locks and Chains. Subs and slaves were locked and chained to different pieces of furniture, and Masters were overseeing different facets of what looked like torture to her.

“My little pet, tonight you’ll be helping your Masters play with our boy. The next time we come to the club, you will participate in a scene,” Dylan said quietly to her.

A sense of relief washed over her. She’d dreamed and fantasized about the BDSM lifestyle, but despite how much she loved all she had experienced so far at home, she wasn’t ready for the public display of having others watching her boys touching and fucking her. Maybe she was a prude? But it just wasn’t something she thought she would enjoy. Mathew led Peter toward a vacant Saint Andrew’s Cross. She watched as he locked wrist and ankle cuffs to his body and then locked the wrist cuffs to the cross.

“My pet, remove Peter’s pants.”

Not wanting to disobey him here because she knew the punishment would be public, she moved behind the cross and stripped Peter of his shorts, and his hardened cock bounced in joy at being freed from its confines. She could see that Peter was turned on by all that was being done to him. He wanted this, going by his moan and the lust that was plainly visible on his face. She could tell he really, really wanted this.

“My pet, get my boy nice and slick. Use your mouth and your mouth only.”

She looked up to see Peter smile as he looked down at her still kneeling at his feet from removing his pants. Mathew then took each leg and secured them to the cross. Peter was now spread–eagled, locked, and displayed. His back was to the room and vulnerable to whatever her Masters had planned. Tentatively, she moved closer to the pulsing, weeping cock in front of her. She tried to block out all the other noises in the room and the thought of the other people watching her. Having her boys watching her was one thing, but complete strangers were another. Mathew moved toward her and leant down to whisper in her ear.

“Little sub. Focus on your Masters and your Masters only.”

“Now, suck Peter’s cock,” Dylan commanded with the steel of a Dom. A shiver ran down her spine, and she placed her trust in her Masters’ hands and focused only on her given task. A sense of peace and calm settled over her. Her only job and her only concern was to obey her Masters. She crawled closer to Peter and licked his weeping cock, running her tongue over and around it. Mathew moved her back a little so he could roll on a cock ring, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him lubing up a butt plug.

“Now, Peter, you’ve been such a good boy this week. Master and I have decided to give you a reward,” Mathew drawled.

Peter jolted and moaned as Mathew inserted the plug. She continued to work her mouth over his cock, given that she was not told to stop.

“My boy, for your excellent service you have earned twenty lashes.”

What! Hold on.
As a reward, he was getting lashed. Confusion clouded her mind.

“Thank you, Master,” Peter said, his excitement evident in his reply.

“Little sub, I see your concerned look. Our Peter can be a bit of a pain slut now and then. He loves to be whipped and flogged. He especially loves some ball torture.”

Peter, calm, nice, cheerful Peter, is a pain slut! Oh my God.

She could feel Peter’s body flexing with each strike of the whip. His moans of lust and need confirmed what Mathew said.

“Little sub, make some room.”

She moved over to allow Mathew access to Peter’s cock, thinking he was going to join her in sucking him. He bent lower to Peter’s balls and pulled down hard on them then locked some kind of cage or ring around the loose skin he had exposed. Peter moaned and seemed to vibrate on the cross. She quickly looked up to his face to check that it wasn’t a moan of pain. Satisfied it was a moan of pleasure by the look on his face, she relaxed a little.

“Little sub. You are slacking in your duties.”

Reminded again of her task, she took Peter’s cock deep into her throat. It seemed like hours. But she knew it was only minutes that Peter’s body jolted and danced from every strike of the whip or whatever it was that Dylan was using on him.

“You have done very well, my boy. Come, my boy. Come for me now,” Dylan commanded.

Peter’s cock swelled even further in her mouth harder and larger than she could ever remember it being before. She had little warning before jet after jet of his seed pulsed into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed again. Once she was sure she’d taken it all in, she licked his slackening cock clean and then pulled away from him to sit on her haunches. Only then did she realize they’d gathered quite an audience. The lust in the faces of the people who had watched them didn’t frighten her as she’d expected. It actually turned her on to know they had excited this many people. That they gathered enjoyment from watching them was a heady feeling. And she was secure in the knowledge that they could look but never touch. Mia had an overwhelming desire to strip and be fucked in front of them. To let the world watch what her boys did to her. To let the world see her submission to her Masters and want it, lust for it themselves.

“My pet, help Mathew get our boy dressed. We’re going home.”

She knew she shouldn’t be disappointed, but she was. She couldn’t wait for them to come back to the club. She wanted to be on the cross or bent over the spanking bench or anything, just as long as she got to play, too.

Two months had passed, and time seemed to be on fast forward. Her days were spent in the office, and the nights were spent serving her Masters. She didn’t have a free moment to herself, and she’d never been happier in her life. She’d been thrilled when her men had invited her to the communications awards dinner. It was an annual event that recognized the best in their field. More importantly, it was a full-glitz affair. The men all wore tuxedos, and she was wearing the most elegant gown she’d ever seen. Mathew had selected a dress the exact color of her eyes. It was the softest silk, and it draped on her body to perfection. She knew it must have cost a fortune even though there wasn’t very much fabric to the thing. She still didn’t understand how basically two seamed-together silk handkerchiefs could look so elegant. She’d even had her hair and makeup done professionally. And she felt like Cinderella going to the ball with her handsome princes except that Dylan and Mathew had joined forces on the drive to the venue and decided it would make the night more interesting to have her on edge and sexually frustrated.

They drove her continually to the brink of orgasm with their hands on her pussy and then stopped, never giving her release. After an hour of this new torture, she was ready to force one of them down and take what she needed which she guessed was what they wanted. The car stopped, and Mathew removed his fingers from her and pulled down her dress as thought nothing had happened. Mia was still on the verge of an orgasm and wanted to scream in frustration. Forget throwing one of them down, she was ready to beg.

“My pet, tonight all you’ll be thinking about is what we can do for you. You’ll be panting for our cocks, knowing you can’t get them till we get home. The anticipation will make the pleasure even greater for you. Trust me.”

Right now, as much as she loved Dylan, she really wanted to slap him silly. No, that was too light. She wanted to beat him senseless. Violence wasn’t going to get her what she wanted, though.

“Please, please don’t leave me like this. I need to come, please, Master.”

“Be a good pet, and you’ll have as many orgasms as you want when we get home. Be naughty and I won’t let you come or be fucked for a week.”

Okay, begging wasn’t going to work either. Her skin itched, and she felt way too hot. She’d had to stop herself from rubbing her pussy against the seat of the car. She was like a dog in heat. If he wanted a pet, he was on his way to truly making her one.

“I’ll be good, Master.” Under her breath she mumbled,
You heartless bastard.
Thankfully, he didn’t hear it. They walked together as a group into the hotel ballroom. Mia was hanging off Dylan’s arm while Peter and Mathew flanked them on either side. Peter, as always, was next to Dylan. She knew in large social situations, Peter needed Dylan for support. She didn’t know all of Peter’s history. But the part about his last Dom horrified her enough not to ask. So she was waiting until he was ready to tell her the whole story.