Theirs: Series I (5 page)

Every time I rocked on my knees the silken rope rubbed at my wet sex
and against my anal entrance building my arousal to new heights.
 
My pussy throbbed wishing it could suck
the rope up inside me and ride it to satisfaction.
 
I was so wanton with my thoughts at that
moment and I was beginning to lose myself in submission.

“Good because I am not sure I can wait any longer to penetrate her,”
there was amusement in Jason’s speech.
 
“She looks so beautiful and helpless in our power.
 
Just the way we always want her to be.
 
Bring her closer.”

Marcus removed his fingers from my mouth and pulling the lead on the
collar gently taut, he tugged it twice and instructed me to shuffle forwards on
my knees.
 
I did as I was told
knowing fine well what was about to happen.
 
I had done this many times for Thomas.
 
But I only hoped this time things would
be different and I would enjoy the subservient position, not just see it as a
chore that had to be completed so I could have peace.
 
Sex with Thomas had lost its appeal a
few years ago.
 
It was something
that had to be done rather than looked forward to or even enjoyed.
 
More than often enough it produced tears
when I was finished.
 
I always felt
so used.
 
But now I had the chance
to take my own pleasure.

Marcus held the leash up to Jason and stepped back retreating.
 
I heard him drag his chair away from the
bed to sit down and view proceedings from a vantage point.
 
I couldn’t hide from either
brother.
 
They would both view see
my pleasure and my body’s reaction as I took Jason in my mouth.
 
There was no way I could hide.
 
I was on full display bound, collared
and leashed by them, increasing the potency of my helplessness and their
dominance still fully clothed in their matching designer suits.

Jason wasn’t wearing any underwear.
 
He pulled his cock out of his trousers
and I bit my lip when I saw its long hard broad length.
 
I hoped I could fit enough of his member
inside my mouth to satisfy him.

“Open your mouth wide,” he ordered, tugging on the leash.

I looked up at him shyly and nodded.

“Yes, Daddy I will open it as wide as I can get it,” I said in a
small voice dutifully stretching my mouth open to receive him.

Holding his length and winding the leash around his hand to hold me
tight in place, he guided his cock in to my open wet mouth.
 
The tip of his penis bore silky moisture
on its tip that brushed my lips as it moved inside me giving me the urge to
lick my lips.
 
I felt him begin to
thrust his member deep in to the confines of my mouth until it nudged at the
back of my throat inducing my gagging reflex.
 
Jason held it there still waiting for
the small urge to gag to relax and accept defeat.
 
Then he pushed a little further until I
was filled and consumed by his dominant length.

Desire pooled in my pussy soaking the rope.
 
I tried not to picture the scene of me
bound, gagged by his penis, my hands tied behind my back, the rope crushing my
breasts until they felt as though they were aching and ready to burst with
arousal.
 
Again I was forced to push
away the image of my curved body and imagine a body other than my own, my ideal
one and not to listen to my derogatory thoughts about my own form or feel the
shame at my appearance.
 
It was
sexy, dangerous and incredibly wanton.
 
I felt excited and completely safe.
 
It wasn’t hard to trust the twins after the way they’d rescued me and
did nothing but reassure me.
 
One
thing was for sure I trusted them more than Thomas.

“God, you look beautiful.
 
So alluring and enticing bound and kneeling,” Jason said pulling the
leash just a little tighter until I felt my head move softly to one side.

I believed the action was to increase his power over me and it was
to prove a strong aphrodisiac.
 
Quickly after, he began to thrust his penis in and out of my mouth
building the speed slowly.
 
I could
not hold him because of my tied hands and I could not steady my action.
 
I was in Jason’s control and he directed
my movement with the leash.
 
I was a
simple willing receptacle for his cock and I loved every minute.
 
Daddy was fully in charge and I could do
nothing more than obey his every instruction.

I sucked him like an
ice-cream
, flicking
the tip of my tongue over the smooth dome of his length then grazing my teeth
lightly over it.

“That’s wonderful, baby girl.
 
Just the way Daddy likes it.
 
Suck harder.
 
Take me
deeper.”

I did as I was told feeling his other hand rest on the back of my
head forcing me down on to his cock in unison with the leash.
 
His length jumped and throbbed with the
persistent stroke of my tongue.
 
Jason twisted the leash at the same time as he carefully and not
painfully pulled on my hair to direct my head slightly backwards.
 
He was close.
 
I could tell by his panting and
grunting.
 
His cock twitched inside
my mouth and all of a sudden he was coming, filling my mouth to the brim with
soft warm seed.

With Thomas I had never swallowed removing my mouth quickly.
 
Automatically I tried to move away but
another sharp tug on the leash kept me in firm position and I was made to
swallow every last salty drop.
 
Jason’s dominance over me at that moment was strong and being held so
firmly in place made me understand his authority.
 
Instead of trying to move away, I became
eager to please him despite my strong reluctance.

Finally he was spent and he just sat inside my mouth stroking the
back of my head.

“Wonderful, baby girl.
 
But I am only partially satisfied.
 
By the end of this evening I will need to be inside your pussy.”

He looked down at me commanding my attention.

“Another rule for you to learn, little one.
 
I will take you whenever and wherever I
want.
 
It is my right and privilege
as long as it is safe and you are adequately protected.
 
If I need you to go down on me, you will
do so without question and darling . . .”

Jason’s fingers moved from the back of my head to raise my chin.

“You will always swallow every last drop.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Slowly Jason pulled himself out of my mouth and dropped the
leash.
 
He zipped himself back
up.
 
I sat quiet and still awaiting
my next command.

“How did she perform?” his twin Marcus asked from his chair.

“To perfection.
 
Out
little, Kitten has a good technique.
 
I recommend you try it,” he said with a grin.

“I will.
 
Does baby girl
need a drink?”

“Yes.
 
I think some water
would be a good idea.”

Jason knelt down and caught the back of my head to kiss my forehead.

‘That was really breathtaking.”

I was still tied and I expected to one of the twins to feed the
water to my lips but I was to receive the shock of my life.
 
Marcus marched past me to the small sofa
and chairs in the bedroom to retrieve some cool water from the fridge in the
corner.
 
But he didn’t pour it in to
a glass.
 
He took one of the saucers
from the cups on the table arranged for coffee or tea and poured it in to one
of them.
 
Marcus handed it to Jason.

At first he held it to my lips.

“Drink,” he commanded.

I sipped up the water he held up to me in the saucer feeling it
coolly sluice down my throat.
 
Then
he took it from me and placed it on the floor directly in front of my mouth.

“Bend, Kitten and drink from the saucer.”

I stared at him horrified.
 
He smiled gently with reassurance.

“Drink, my darling.
 
There is nothing to be afraid of.
 
You have no idea how sexy it is to watch
a woman
lap water from a saucer.
 
This is
part of being a submissive.
 
Have no
reservations, little one.
 
This is
what we expect from you.
 
Submission
is required in everything we ask of you and I know it seems daunting to you now
but it will come easily in time especially to one who is a natural
submissive.
 
Now, drink or do I have
to make you?
 
Would you prefer me
not to give you any choice?”

Even after what I had done I couldn’t quite bring myself to take the
plunge and lower my body and mouth to the saucer.
 
It didn’t fit as easily as the rest of
my training.
 
It was full
submission.
 
Yet desire pulsed and
stirred in my sex at the thought.
 
This was what I wanted so why was it suddenly becoming difficult?

Jason stroked my cheek.

“Jason’s rules,” he began.
 
“Never be afraid to tell me what is wrong or what you are unsure
about.
 
You will be listened to with
respect and guided in the proper manner.”

When he talked to me of his rules Jason was formal, his voice
clipped and clear so there was no room for misunderstanding.
 
It gave me strong reassurance and made
me feel safe.
 
His voice was always
soothing, respectful and gentle.
 
When he spoke it was like having a warm soft velvet blanket placed
around me.

“I just feel unsure about this.
 
I want to try it and take pleasure in obeying you but I feel afraid I
will find it demeaning.
 
I shouldn’t
allow myself to like this kind of thing . . .” I trailed off listening to my
words.
 
Here I was again keeping my
own tight leash on my needs and desires.
 
I had been doing it for too long and now it was a bad habit.
 
If I wanted to submit in every sense of
the word and take pleasure and protection in their domination over me what was
wrong with that?
 
What was wrong
with being different and not the woman my family and Thomas expected me to
be?
 
When was I going to let go?

“I want
to . . .
” I repeated.
 
“But I am not sure I can let go and
allow myself.
 
“Perhaps if . . .”

“I gave you no choice?
 
Guided you gently and carefully in to letting go?
 
Like I did when I made you swallow my
seed?
 
Is that what you want, little
one?” he asked me seriously.

“Yes.
 
Yes it is,” I
tried to say it with complete conviction.

If this was what I wanted then I had to have the courage to take it
but a firm guiding hand would help me ease in to my new life.

“Then your wish is my command,” he answered picking up the leash
again.

“Down, girl and drink,” he said carefully pulling the lead to direct
my head downwards.

I felt his eyes watch me the whole time for signs of discomfort or
rebellion but I responded well to his authority and dipped my head at the guide
of the leash.
 
He repeated the
action until my lips skimmed the surface of the water.

I looked down at my reflection in the water and faltered for a
moment, questioning myself once more.
 
The whole thought process was leaving me in turmoil but I was to be
jerked from it when Jason reached behind me and gave my naked bottom two sharp
slaps.
 
Crying out I quickly lapped
at the water and drank hungrily forced to keep my posture in the right position
and rely on Jason holding me there with leash.

“Good girl, that’s better,” he told me softly.

Jason stroked at my hair watching me drink.

“I think some quiet contemplation time would be good for you,
Elizabeth.
 
It will allow you to
sort out some of those thoughts about submitting to a man.
 
Then I will give you a nice bath and
dress you for the party we are going to take you tonight.
 
Do you like dancing, little one?”

Dancing?
 
Nobody had
danced with me in a long time.
 
I
envisioned a grand affair and stopped drinking.
 
I didn’t have a stitch to wear.
 
In fact I had no clothes.
 
They weren’t going to make me go naked
were they?
 
What kind of party was
it going to be?

“Keep drinking.
 
You
haven’t had enough to drink all day.
 
That’s it.”

“In case you may be wondering what you are going to wear I have that
all sorted,” Marcus said bending drown to watch me lap at the water.
 
He trailed his fingers over the tip of
one nipple underneath me.

“I have just called downstairs and arrange for the boutique to show
me some dresses and shoes.
 
I will
pick some out for you.
 
I have a
good eye for that kind of thing,” he grinned and pulled at the nipple.
 
I gave a gentle moan becoming conscious
of the weight of the rope upon my breasts once more before I took another
drink.

“Shouldn’t I be there to pick my own dress out?”

“Jason and Marcus’s rules.
 
From now on we choose you dresses, panties, bras and stockings.
 
We don’t believe in ladies wearing
trousers.
 
They are more pretty and
enticingly vulnerable in dresses,” Marcus said in a seductively calming voice
designed to thwart any female objection I might have had at him choosing my
clothes.
 
“Besides, when we want to
take you we simply have to lift your dress and enter you at will.
 
Panties will be a small luxury for you
when we allow it, not a necessity.”

“I’m not sure about that,” I snapped lifting my head from the water.

“Well, you will have to be, darling.
 
From now on that’s the way your life is
going to be.
 
That is the way you
have chosen it to be.
 
Let us ease
you in to it, just like you asked,” Jason said continuing to stroke my cheek
and soothe me back in to lapping the water like a kitten.

Annoyance swelled at the top of my stomach.
 
I was going to have a problem with
that.
 
I would be wearing exactly
what they said when they said.
 
Wasn’t that taking too much freedom from me?
 
I had to hope they had good taste in
dressing a woman or I was in even more trouble.
 
Judging by the clothes they wore and
that fact that money appeared to be no object at all, I hoped they would do me
justice and not buy me anything outlandish or something that made me
uncomfortable to wear.

“I will try,” I said swallowing my pride.

“Don’t worry, you will be pleased with the results.
 
Everything we buy you will fit you and
your personality.
 
You are a classy
lady, Elizabeth and class is what you will get, baby girl.”

Marcus let go of my nipple and patted my bottom.

“I think she’s had enough water.
 
Let’s relax for a while and give her
some time to think about what we expect from her,” Jason said forcing me to
rise with a tug on the leash.

“Stand for me, little one.”

I did as I was told.

“Marcus, please order some sandwiches and tea.
 
Kitten needs some food.”

Jason led me to one of the sofas by a small white marble fireplace.

“Kneel again.”

Becoming more accustomed to his stern orders, I knelt at his
feet.
 
He took a red cushion from
the chair and placed it on the floor in front of me.

“Put your face on the cushion and thrust your bottom up in to the
air so I can gaze upon you while I sit and read my reports for the office
before your tea arrives, little one.”

With trepidation I leaned forwards and put my head face down on the
cushion.

The twin brothers stood over me making me feel a mite self conscious
under their careful scrutiny.

“There is something missing,” Marcus said bending to smooth his hand
over one milky buttock and then between the
crease
making me jump.

“Yes,” Jason said.
 
“She
needs to be anally plugged.”

I am sure they heard me gasp and gulp.

“Get one and fetch the tub of lubricant while you are at it,” Marcus
told Jason.

“Good job we came prepared on this trip.
 
I wasn’t sure we would get the chance to
use it all.
 
This is a dream come
true for both of us,” he said excitedly and then he added, “And I hope it is
for you, little girl,” he said softly stroking my bottom.

I thought hard.
 
Yes it
was and I hoped for more even though I was about to be plugged.

“Yes it is.
 
I never
hoped to be rescued from my life and to meet you both.
 
I am frightened at allowing myself to
submit to you but I don’t regret it,” I said softly, close to tears.
 
“Thank you.”

The twins knelt and covered me with their warm hard muscled bodies
eager to give me comfort.

“This is a journey for all of us,” Marcus said kissing the top of my
head while Jason caressed his fingers over my bottom in a circular motion.
 
“We are all going to heal from this.
 
Now let us waste no more time and get
you plugged.
 
Once you are, anal sex
won’t feel so daunting.”