“Yes, my Lady.”

  “You want to be treated as property, your feelings not taken into account for tonight? Here for my pleasure. You want to be objectified and used?”

  A few months ago, this would’ve horrified her, but tonight, she desperately hoped he’d agree this was what he wanted.

  He was looking at the floor so she couldn’t see his eyes, but she could hear the need in his voice. “Please, my Lady.”

  Her empty pussy tightened at his words.

  “Rules for slaves are different than the rules for submissives. Slaves don’t get a say in who their Mistress tells them to obey, and that means you’ll obey any orders Marcus gives you tonight. If you can’t handle that, tell me now, so we can stop before we start.”

  Heather knew she was pushing him, but she’d also learned someone asking to be seen as a slave needed to be pushed past their comfort levels.

  “I...” Kyle’s jaw muscle flexed, but Heather let him work through whatever conflicts were going through his head. Finally, he said, “If we’re to be a true foursome, I’ll have to learn to deal with it whether I’m submissive or slave. Tonight seems as good a time as any for it to start, Ma’am and Sir.”

  Well, that was unexpected, and would need to be explored, but later.

  Heather felt a sadistic smile forming on her face, and she looked at Marcus to make sure he saw it, then looked back at Kyle. “Wonderful. Clothes off, lube your ass and insert a medium plug, then put yourself into the standing cage. Marcus and I are going into the other room. When we return I expect to see you in the cage, naked, your hands over your head holding onto the bars, with your erection pushed through the bars, sticking out. On fucking display.”

  She walked to a drawer, grabbed a lock, pulled the key out of it, hung the lanyard around her neck, and offered him the lock. Marcus had all the locks in here keyed the same, but each one still had a key in it when it was being stored. “Secure yourself into the cage. Marcus and I will be in the next room. If you should need us before we return, we’ll be able to hear you. You do not have permission to come tonight unless Marcus or I give you permission.”

  Heather watched his face and expected protest, because for him to agree to Marcus being the one to grant permission to orgasm would be a huge step.

  But she’d come to the same conclusion Kyle had — if they were to be a true foursome, both Tops would need control over both bottoms. The expected flash of protest didn’t cross his face, though, and he held his hand out, waiting for her to place the lock into it. “I understand, my Lady. I am yours, and I will submit to others at your command.”

  She thought that through and realized what he was saying. He would submit to Marcus, but only because she wanted him to. She wasn’t sure about that, and she looked up at Marcus, but he gave a single nod, so she let it go. She twisted the shackle around so it couldn’t be accidentally locked, and placed it into Kyle’s hand. “I love you. If it gets to be too much tonight, I expect you to let me know.”

  “Yes, my Lady.”

  She turned and walked out, heading into the other room so she and Marcus could talk about the plans for the evening.

  She poured herself some tea from the refrigerator and sat at the small table in the kitchenette. “Anything in particular you want to do to Amy tonight?”

  “Her Master’s rules state she isn’t allowed on furniture unless someone places her there — that includes kitchen chairs, sofas, even beds. At her Master’s house, it also means the toilet, but I don’t have a place for her to use the bathroom outside where I can guarantee no one will see, so she’s allowed to use the toilet when she’s here. I caught her standing on a kitchen chair today, to get something off the top shelf. That’s a use of furniture, and I feel certain she was testing me to see if I’ll let her bend the rules, so she must be punished.”

  Marcus sat without getting anything to drink. “I spoke with her Master, thinking perhaps since she was using it in service that the punishment might be different, but he says since she knew where the stepladder is stored, nearby in the garage, and since the stepladder is defined as a tool and not furniture, that the punishment will be the same as if she sat on the sofa. So she’ll be getting fifty strokes of the cane, and he expects to see a photo taken tomorrow morning of her ass. If it isn’t marked to his satisfaction, he’ll repeat the punishment when he arrives home, so I’ll have to be pretty harsh with it.”

  He gave Heather a half grin. “Truth? I’m looking forward to it. The sadist in me is going to fully enjoy it. Part of me wonders if she did it on purpose, because she wants the punishment, but she’s not my slave, so that’s not my call — I’m just the one administering the punishment, tonight.”

  “Do I want to flog Kyle’s back while you cane her, or should I put his mouth to good use?”

  “Totally up to you. Since this is punishment, designed for maximum pain, the fifty stripes will only take around fifteen minutes at a rate of approximately four per minute.” He leaned back in his chair. “I have an idea of how the evening might end — with me fucking your ass, you with a strap on fucking Amy’s ass, and Amy pegging Kyle’s ass. Your dildo will have an extension going up into your pussy. Amy’s will not. Amy will sleep standing up tonight, or catnap, more likely, supported in the stand-up cage, and since Kyle wants to feel like a slave, I suggest you put him into the other cage for the night.”

  “I haven’t strap-on fucked him or pegged him or whatever yet, so she doesn’t get to.”

  “Okay then, me in Amy’s ass, Amy wearing a dildo that goes into your pussy but not hers, and Kyle fucks your ass. We can put the two of you into some kind of swing bondage, so when I slam into Amy, it makes her slam into you.”

  Heather’s insides heated up at the visual, and Marcus chuckled. Heather rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her body’s reaction. “Yeah, okay, and at the end, in the final position, the grand finale, you’ll give the command for Kyle and Amy to orgasm.”

  Marcus nodded. “Agreed, but we’ll need to have a talk about it later. He’s never been okay with it before, but he agreed as if it’s a decision he’s already come to, and was waiting for one of us to bring it up.”

  “I got the same feeling, so yeah, we’ll do it tonight so he’ll be confronted with it head on and will know if he’s comfortable doing it again, and then we can talk about it in the coming days.” She downed the last of her tea and asked, “Would it be okay for Amy to have to give Kyle a blowjob while she’s being caned? And would it be okay for you to let me give her some of the cane strokes?”

  Heather hadn’t been completely comfortable with the idea when it was Ruby, but for some reason, she was completely okay with Kyle and Amy interacting sexually, so long as she or Marcus commanded them to.

  He nodded. “That sounds good. We’ll put a ring gag in her to make sure there are no accidents between her teeth and Kyle’s cock if a strike catches her off guard.

  Heather winced. “Good thinking. Why the enema for Amy, if you don’t have anything extremely anal in mind for her?”

  “Her master gives her that size enema every Friday, and requires her to do housework while holding it. She isn’t allowed to relieve herself until the tasks he gives her are complete. Once a month, she gets a series of painful large volume enemas with irritants in the first two, to make sure she cramps hard. This week was a small enema though, and part of the deal for me to have her this weekend was that I had to administer the quart and a half enema and require that she finish a task before being allowed to relieve herself.”

  “And you want a slave that you have that kind of control over?”

  “Eventually, yes. I may never find her — someone I fall in love with who happens to have the temperament, the soul, of a slave. Amy is perfect, but she belongs to Blake and I would never poach someone else’s slave.”

  Heather wanted to ask more questions, but wasn’t sure where to start, so she went back to discussing what would happen during the evening’s scene. “What about me, anything you’ve planned for me that I should know about?”

  “I’ll flog you to start. Amy’s master says she’ll need a minimum of thirty minutes to be sure the enema’s done its job, but forty-five minutes to an hour is better if we aren’t in a hurry. You can leave Kyle in the cage while I flog you. I think I may fuck you, too, while I’m at it. Caning Amy later will get me hard again, so I’ll be ready for our grand finale.”

  Chapter 40

  Heather came to consciousness slowly, aware of the warm male body behind her, and missing the presence of the other warm male body she’d gotten used to waking up to. She extricated herself from Marcus’s arms, rolled to the side of the huge playroom bed, and managed to get her eyes to stay open enough to walk to the adjoining bathroom. While she was using the toilet, Marcus stumbled in, waiting his turn.

  He turned the bathtub faucets wide open, and it took her a few minutes to realize he’d done so to keep Kyle and Amy from hearing them talk.

  “Kyle’s awake, and he’s probably ready for a trip to the bathroom. How do you want to handle letting him out?”

  “I’ll release him, and then I’d like to cuddle in bed a little.

  “Do you want me to let Amy loose so she can join us in bed, or should I let her use the restroom and then put her into the cage for some rest?”

  “I’m not sure what you’re asking. She’s been standing all night, but the harness supported most of her weight, so she should have gotten some sleep, right?”

  “She’s learned to sleep standing in her harness, but it’s not very restful sleep. My question is whether you want her to join us this morning or not. Do you want it to be the three of us or the four of us?”

  “Oh. I like having her join us.”

  Heather walked out of the bathroom and went to her knees outside of the cage, looking in on Kyle.

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes, my Lady. I didn’t think I would, but I don’t even remember dreaming.”

  “Do you need to use the restroom?”

  “Yes, please. Ma’am.”

  She pulled the lanyard over her head, put the key into the brass lock, and turned it. The act of unlocking him reminded her of the responsibility she took when he gave up control. It was a heady thing, a power trip for real. She knew she’d never abuse it with Kyle because she loved him and wouldn’t do anything to damage the trust he had in her, but it was probably a good thing she hadn’t discovered this while she was single, because it’s possible she might push farther than would be rational if she had this much power over someone she didn’t love. Not farther than they were willing, but if they were like Kyle, agreeing to most anything that pleased her, she’d need someone to talk to, to make sure she didn’t take them too far.

  She stood and stepped to the side before opening the door.

  “Crawl out and kneel before me.”

  When he was at her feet, looking up, she asked, “Do you want to continue with the same flavor of play we had last night? Your call. I could be happy with you and Amy as slaves again, or I could be happy with you as my submissive and sharing Amy as a slave with Marcus. Either is fine with me.”

  “Ma’am, I’m not comfortable making that decision. Can I ask you to take the choice away from me for the weekend, please?”

  Her heart did a happy little skip in her chest, and she couldn’t help the sadistic smile she knew she was broadcasting. “I think you just gave me your answer. Do what you need in the bathroom, and then bring your wrist and ankle cuffs to the bed.”

  She’d taken them off before storing him away for the night, but he needed them back on — both to put him in the right frame of mind, and so she could quickly restrain him, when it was time.

  When all four were in bed, Marcus massaged Amy’s sore muscles for a little, while Kyle, at Heather’s orders, put a clothespin on Heather’s clit, a lubed and gloved finger in her ass, and then pleasured her with his mouth.

  Marcus’s cellphone rang as they were changing positions, and he answered to Amy’s Master. After a brief phone call he went to get his laptop and returned with it, bringing up a chat program so they could video chat with her Master. They put Amy under a bright light and aimed the laptop camera at her ass so her Master could see her marks. Only about a dozen of the fifty strikes had left a mark, but they looked quite painful.

  “Excellent work, Marcus. And Amy, you and I will have further discussions about your using furniture when you’re returned to me. I’m quite displeased that you couldn’t follow your rules while in Marcus’s home.”

  “I’m sorry, Master. I should’ve taken the time to get the ladder. I knew the rules and tried to take a shortcut. My behavior reflects on your training, and I deeply regret my actions.”

  He nodded. “You’ll regret them more before it’s done, but I understand you’ve been well behaved otherwise. Is there anything you need to bring to my attention?”

  “No, Master. Sir Marcus always stays within the parameters you prescribe.”

  “Very well. I miss you, my slave. I will see you tomorrow.”

  When Marcus had closed the laptop and moved it out of the way, Heather asked, “He was checking with you, making sure we weren’t abusing you?”

  “He wouldn’t leave me with someone who might truly abuse me. I believe the question was more about my physical and mental health — a general check-in to make sure I’m okay.”

  “Do you enjoy being loaned to Marcus?”

  “It’s not a slave’s place to say where she goes, or who she’s loaned to.”

  Heather rolled her eyes. “I didn’t ask you to make the choice, I asked if you enjoy coming here.”

  “Yes, Ma’am. I very much enjoy coming here.”

  “Are there people your master sends you to that you don’t enjoy going to?”

  “I’d rather not answer that question, Ma’am.”

  “That means there is someone, then?”

  “That’s between Amy and her Master,” Marcus said. “She signed a contract of consensual slavery. I’ve seen it, I’ve read it, and it covers him loaning her to others at his discretion, not hers.”

  Heather felt her face go hot. She knew that, but sometimes she still had to ask, despite the fact it apparently wasn’t appropriate. She looked to Amy. “I’m sorry if I was out of line.”

  Amy smiled. “No apologies necessary, Ma’am. I’m glad you and Kyle are here. I’ve enjoyed my time with the three of you.”

  Marcus cleared his throat. “If the flirting is over, I’d like to fuck Amy now.”

  “Where would you like me, Sir?” Amy asked.

  “On the bed with your ass in the air. Kyle, lube Amy’s ass while I get Heather ready for you to fuck.”

  Kyle looked to Heather, and she shook her head at him. “If you keep hesitating when Marcus gives you an order, the next order out of my mouth will be for you to blow him.” She looked at Marcus. “Where would you like me?”

  “Bent over the bed. You’re going to feel my belt this morning.”

  His words sent her pulse racing, and she walked to the bottom of the bed and leaned over it.

  “Arch your back. Show me you’re offering your ass to me.”

  Without a second thought, she arched her spine so her ass was in the air, and waited while he pulled his belt from the pants he’d worn the evening before.

  “Arms out to your side, elbows straight, palms on the bed, and don’t move them. You aren’t restrained; I expect you to restrain yourself. The first two are prep, the rest won’t be, and eventually, it will hurt.”

  There was a pause and Marcus said, “Don’t go past two fingers, Kyle. I want her lubed but tight. Actually, I think she’s ready for me. Come stand to my left. When I finish here, you can fuck Heather while she’s bent over the bed, with no recovery time from the belting.”

  The first strike landed, and it did what it was supposed to do — it got her body ready for the hard strikes to come. The second strike thwacked across both cheeks and she heard this one, and felt it, but managed to stay relaxed.

  Number three hit and she felt her ass muscles moving under the impact, realized the sensation was something she should move away from, but focused on keeping her hands relaxed and in place. Somewhere around stroke eight it registered as pain, but it was a good hurt and she moaned when it hit. Her ass raised in the air on instinct, wanting more. Strikes nine and ten came in quick succession, lines of fire that had her gasping from the shock of it, and then Kyle entered her, all at once, sinking into the heat of her without finesse, fucking her hard and fast, filling her, over and over. She was wet and ready for him, but she still felt the friction on her inner walls — in and out and in and out.

  Marcus told her she could move her hands, and she stretched her arms over her head, trying to brace herself while Kyle pounded her from behind.

  She heard other noises and looked up to see Amy on hands and knees with Marcus fucking her ass, holding her hair like the reins of a horse while he pounded into her. The visual of that, plus what Kyle was doing to her, was enough to kick start her orgasm, and she heard herself screaming various combinations of, “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Her ass was hot from the belting, she could still feel the stripes, lines of fire he’d painted across her cheeks. Kyle’s cock was in her pussy, but his torso was slamming into her bruised ass. As one orgasm waned the next picked up speed, until the orgasms were coming almost one after another, each release cascading into a larger one.

  Behind her, Kyle asked for permission, which wasn’t like him — he usually waited for it. She grunted out, “Denied,” as her orgasm worked its way through her body, and when it released the hold it had on her, she said, “Stop, Kyle. Go in and hold. Don’t move.”

  He did as ordered, and she said, “You’re about to lose control?”

  “I’m sorry, Ma’am, all of those orgasms, your pleasure is driving me wild. I held on, but I’m so close, my Lady.”

  “I want a few more orgasms, and then you’re going to fuck Amy when Marcus is done. You do not have permission to come.”