Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (18 page)

“Okay then, I was just checking.”
Just kill me now. Why am I pushing him? Do I honestly want to get more stripes?
Considering she was now a collared, naked household slave, she knew the stripes weren’t going to be on her clothing.

“If I honestly thought you’d have a problem with it, I would’ve made it for two days instead of one. But we both know, pet, you’ll love it. It’s the obedience and lack of control you’re worried about. But that’s too god damn bad. You put up with it or call your safe word,” Dylan stated.

Mia felt a burning in her eyes, and she wanted to let the tears fall. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. If he wanted to shock her by calling her a cock slut and going all super Dom, then so be it. She knew why he was doing it. First because he was angry at her for defying him, but most of all he loved her and didn’t like it. If she had to suffer until he accepted his love for her, well, so be it.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Acceptance washed over her. She stood straight, rolling her shoulder blades back and thrusting her chest out further.

“Okay, we all understand. Peter, I want you to take pet and show her the positions. You’ll take the crop with you. Don’t go lightly on her, or you’ll take every stripe with her when she fails to perform,” Dylan said as he passed the lead to Peter.

“Yes, Master.” Taking the leash from Dylan, he led Mia down to the den.

“Come on, servant. We’ve a lot of work to do and not much time to do it,” Peter said.

Once downstairs, Peter unclipped the leash and stepped back, looking at her with a pained expression.

“There are five positions that our Master uses. All Masters are different, so I’m going to teach you only the positions our Master expects. Present, Stand, Display, Submit, and Offer,” Peter explained.

If the dog collar, the leash, and the name “pet” didn’t convince her of his desire to turn her into an animal or pet, this just sealed it in concrete. Dylan was going to command her like a dog.
Am I being too judgmental? Am I offended by the idea of being trained as their pleasure pet?
In a way it was kind of cute and comforting. She’d never have to worry if she made the wrong choices. She would also never lack the physical contact she so loved. It wasn’t as though they were degrading her. Well, from one aspect they might be. But from another, they loved and cherished her. They’d given her the chance to be in any role she wanted. But she had rebelled. She had pushed them to tighten their control and boundaries, and now she had to suffer the consequences of her actions. Maybe being a pleasure pet would be a good thing. The kinky naughty part of her actually loved the idea. So what if the rest of the world thought it might be degrading. The more she thought about it, she thought she might get to love the idea.

* * * *

Mathew followed Dylan into his office. “So explain to me what you’ve planned?”

“Don’t fight with me, boy,” Dylan snapped back.

“Dylan, calm down,” Mathew replied just as sharply.

Dylan rubbed his hands over his face and growled in frustration. “I’m sorry, Mathew. It’s just…she has me twisted in knots.”

“I can see that.”

“I believe she pushed us to tighten the reigns, probably subconsciously. I always knew beneath her armor was a true submissive, just waiting to be collared,” he said, slumping down in his chair behind the desk. “I thought she’d allow me to slowly introduce her to the lifestyle. Although going slowly now doesn’t seem to be enough for her.”

“What’s the problem with a deep-end learning approach?”

“She could safe word out. We could push her so fast and hard that she just can’t handle it.”

“Are you sure you’re not doing all of this because you’re pissed about seeing her in another man’s arms last night? Then to have her reject and rebel again when we came home. Are you sure you aren’t just punishing her?”

“To be honest, I can’t deny that I’m angry, but I know I’m right.” He knew he was telling Mathew a half truth. He knew he felt he was right in his heart. But his brain was still calculating objectives, expected outcomes, and the risk-reward ratios. But there was no need to send Mathew into a spin as well. If one of them was clear and focused, that would be enough.

* * * *

“Submit,” Peter called.

Mia changed position, kneeling with her legs a shoulder’s width apart. Then, lowering her chest to the carpet, her arms stretched out over her head in what she thought of as a subservient praying position with a touch of kink. As the breeze from the open window chilled her exposed pussy and ass, the air reminded her how exposed she was. She realized how easily she could be mounted in this position. Peter circled her, slapping the crop against his leg like some army commander inspecting his troops before deployment.

“Present.”

She brought her chest up and sat back on her ankles, resting her arms at her sides with her hands palms up on her thighs in a spread kneeling position with her back straight and her head slightly lowered, her eyes directed at the floor. This position, while giving the impression of being quite tame, ensured that she displayed her naked pussy to its best advantage. Also, with her arms held tightly to her sides, it pushed her breasts together.

“Stand.”

She jumped up, standing with her legs shoulder width apart and her arms together at the back of her neck.
Slap
. The crop came down against the ass.

“Faster, pet. Master will expect you to instantly get into position,” Peter barked.

Once this was all over, she was going to jam that crop up his ass.

“Offer.”

Still in the standing position, she lowered her arms from her head and placed them under each breast, raising them as if offering them on a platter. She wanted to chuckle. Whoever named these positions must have had a sense of humor, or maybe not. Her nipples formed into tight buds, whether from the slight chill or from the position, she wasn’t sure.

“Very good. We just need to work on your speed for each position.” Over and over he called position after position. Her body was coated with sweat as she held the stand position. She felt her arms shaking with the strain. Peter had left her in it for what felt like hours. But she wouldn’t give in. The only way for a future together would be for her to succeed in this new role, no matter how much it embarrassed her. Maybe Dylan was right. Was she thinking about her station? Was it right for her to question her Doms? To show them that she didn’t trust them to care for her, not only physically but emotionally as well? Dylan, hell, all of them knew she couldn’t handle them touching another woman. They knew it would tear her apart. So why did she doubt them? Why didn’t she trust them? A small voice in her head whispered.
Because you don’t think your deserve them. You think you’re not good enough.
In response to her fears, she’d acted like a child, playing with another man to stir their jealousy and making them doubt their trust and faith in her. She cringed at the realization and wanted to hit herself. How could she have been so childish? She deserved this and much more. This was not a humiliation. It was a new beginning, and time for her to place her trust, her body, and her heart back in their hands. She would be the best sub they had ever seen. Again she started to practice the positions. With her coach, she would train her body and her mind.

“Hurry up, pet. We don’t want to be late for the club,” Dylan called from the bedroom. Pushing her head back under the shower, she rinsed the conditioner from her hair. The past three days had been hell on her body. She’d bet a personal training couldn’t have done a better job of forcing her to exercise. Although, she had to admit it was a lot more exciting than exercise. Even normal tasks as simple as cooking became an erotic adventure, given that she was naked. She was living out each and every submissive fantasy she’d ever had. Tonight was going to be special. Tonight they were going to the club. As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Dylan standing by the bed.

“Pet, I’ve laid out your outfit for tonight. You are to wear nothing else.”

She looked at the bed and lost all her ability to breathe.

“Yes, pet, tonight we’re going to present you as our pet. We are going to show you of as the little kitten you are,” he said, smirking.

The outfit Dylan had laid out for her on the bed was…well, to say she was shocked was an understatement. There on the bed lay a full black Lycra bodysuit that would cover her from ankle to wrist. There was also a thick leather collar, the thickest she’d ever seen. Because of its size, it would keep her neck almost straight, and she would hardly be able to look down. It might even be difficult to turn her head in it. There was also a headband that sported two little ears. They looked like cat ears. But what sealed the shock of the outfit was the tail. It was thin and covered with some fake fur material. Worst of all, the only way to attach it to her body was with a butt plug. A vision flashed in her brain of her on all fours crawling around the club all night. She wasn’t stupid enough to not realize she would be crawling and acting like a cat. All night she would have a butt plug in her ass that everyone would see. Well, not exactly see. They most likely would think it was attached to the bodysuit.

Anyway, what if they did know? It wasn’t like there weren’t other subs walking around naked with dildos or butt plugs hanging out of their bodies. A naughty thrill rushed through her body at the thought of wearing the tail now. It wasn’t that she wanted to be a cat, but the thought of wearing the kitten outfit and being free to act like a sexy kitten thrilled her. The thought of not having to deal with any social niceties and of having her Masters patting and playing with her was so exciting she could feel the wetness on her thighs. Thank god the bodysuit had a Velcro crotch. Feeling it, she was thankful it was fully lined inside with overlapping soft cotton so it wouldn’t rub on her pussy. Even when Dylan and Mathew wanted to dress her up as a sexy submissive kitten, they still wanted to take care of her comfort.

She dropped the towel and began the struggle of getting into the bodysuit. It had a zipper up the front, and after a huge effort, she was able to wriggle herself into it. After she had finished fixing her hair and putting her ears on, both Dylan and Mathew walked up to her. “My pet, let’s get your collar, mittens, and shoes on. Then Mathew will insert your tail.” She shivered in pleasure. The mittens were exactly that. She had only her thumbs free. All her other fingers were tightly pulled together by the gloves. She was now unable to use her hands. She wouldn’t be able to drink or feed herself or even open a door. The gloves went up to her elbows, so she couldn’t even remove them. Dylan then lifted her feet one at a time into soft leather high-heeled boots. She was now thankful for the thin Lycra of the suit, as it actually allowed her body to breathe. If this had been latex or a leather outfit, it would have been like a sauna. Dylan then picked up the collar from the bed and gently fastened it around her neck, making sure it was comfortable for her.

“Pet, bend over,” Mathew commanded.

She bent over the bed carefully on her heels. Her hands hit the mattress, and again she realized how vulnerable she was. In this outfit, her hands were basically useless. She watched over her shoulder as Mathew lubed up the butt plug. The smile on his face was so smug and excited. Dylan opened the Velcro at the crotch of the suit and gently stroked his fingers against her slit.

“Well, well, little pet, look how wet you are. Is our little kitten horny?”

He continued to rub her pussy and circle her clit until she moaned in pleasure.

“What a slutty little pussy,” he said quietly.

She moaned again, feeling every bit the slutty little pussy. She wanted them to fuck her and take the edge off before they went to the club. She jolted from the cold chill as the lubed tip of the plug touched her ass.

“Little sub, relax that beautiful ass of yours,” Mathew drawled.

Taking a deep breath to relax and allow the plug to breach the tight muscles of her ass, she moaned in pleasure as he finally seated it deep inside her. Dylan was playing with her clit all the while, and so she wiggled, trying to make harder contact with his hand. She loved the feeling of all those extra nerves being played with, and she pushed herself back in a silent plea for them to fuck her.

Mathew slapped her on the ass. “Now, now, slutty little pussy. You’ll only get fucked when your Masters want you to be fucked. But feel free to beg. I love watching you being a slutty kitty.”

* * * *

Mathew at first wasn’t sure about Dylan’s idea to dress Mia up as a kitten. It seemed maybe a little childish. But fuck, she looked so hot, and she played the part so well. The memory of her crawling around on the lead and rubbing herself against their legs, swishing her tail, and even pawing at their crotches in her kitten way of begging for cock, nearly blew his brains out. He wouldn’t want to live like that twenty-four-seven. But to play with a sexy kitten every now and again was the idea of a true genius. He had to hand it to Dylan. He certainly was the Master in more ways than one.

They walked into the club, him holding the leash to Peter, who was walking submissively behind him. Peter was wearing only a pair of Lycra shorts that showed his package while still covering him. His chest was oiled and looking great. Dylan held the leash to Mia, the sex kitten, who crawled along next to him. He knew they looked impressive as a family walking into the club. He watched the faces of many of their friends. He loved seeing the envy on the faces of the other Doms at their beautiful little kitten. When Peter saw Mia in the outfit, he asked Master if he could draw whiskers on her. Dylan, of course, agreed, and the change was complete. She looked cute and sexy as hell all in one.