12 comments/ 75508 views/ 24 favorites Slave to a Couple Ch. 01 By: SecretPirateWench This first part sets up my story, there is a fair amount of talking, but there are definitely some erotic things going on even at the beginning here. I don't know if I should continue, please let me know whether you like it and if it would be worth my time to pursue. * I was eighteen years old and alone in a new town when I first met my master. I had left home right after high school, determined to strike out on my own. I was working as a waitress at a Hooters when a tall, handsome man came in. Doug was in his late thirties, with only the tiniest bit of gray hair visible at his temples. He was polite and never said rude things to me like so many of the other customers did. One day, he waited until my shift was over and asked me out on a date. I was a little nervous, going out with a guy so much older than me, but I had really started to like him, so I agreed. We went out for a couple of weeks and I learned a lot about him. I found out that he had a house outside of the city and did something with investments. What I didn't realize is how much he was learning about me. I didn't notice how he always ordered for me or when he started to pick out my clothes. Before I knew it, he had total control over my life and we hadn't even done anything but kiss. "Kelly," he said to me one evening over dinner, "have you always been submissive?" The word surprised me. "What do you mean?" "You like it when other people make decisions for you, tell you what to do even." "Um, I guess so." "Have you ever been spanked?" The question seemed to come out of nowhere. "I, um, had a boyfriend who smacked me on the butt a few times in high school." "Did you like it?" I couldn't look him in the eye. "Yes," I whispered. He asked me more embarrassing questions about what turned me on and whether I had ever thought about being with a woman then, he sat quietly for a while, considering my answers as he looked at me before inviting me back to his house. I was nervous the entire drive. I was pretty sure he wanted to have sex with me, maybe even spank me a little, which made me both excited and scared. When we pulled up to a nice-looking house, he came around and opened my door, taking my hand to help me out. I was nervous as he unlocked the door and ushered me inside, then shocked when I saw a woman standing in the kitchen. She was taller than me and around Doug's age. Her blond hair was straight and shiny and she smiled at me. "Hi, you must be Kelly, Doug told me so much about you. I'm Susan, Doug's wife." My mouth went totally dry. I had no idea what the polite thing to say was when meeting your boyfriend's wife. "Sweetheart," Doug said, looking at me, "have you ever considered committing yourself to submission, becoming a slave?" I had no idea how to respond to that, my first thought was to be disgusted by the suggestion but then, without my consent, the idea began to take root in my mind. I found myself intrigued by the suggestion, although I was still not sure what it entailed, so I asked. "You will quit your job to live here with us and serve us both sexually and otherwise." Susan explained, gauging my reaction as she spoke. "I will be your mistress and Doug your master. We will use your for our pleasure and punish you how we see fit, although nothing permanent or dangerous will be done to you, there will be some pain. You will be given a safe word, which you may use three times. The third time you use it, your time with us will end." "And I'll just be out on the street?" "For however long you stay with us, we will officially employ you as our housekeeper. Your salary will be compounded into a savings account that will be yours when you choose to leave us. You will not need money during your tenure here." Susan spoke as if my acceptance was a done deal. "Can I, like, try it first before I agree to anything?" "Yes, in fact, we thought tonight would be an excellent time for a small trial." Doug spoke up at last. "Let's go to the basement and begin. Remember, you must do exactly as we say if you choose to continue." I was terrified as I followed the older couple down the dark basement stairs but at the same time, I had never been so aroused. I saw, when I reached the bottom of the stairs, what appeared, to my unknowing eyes at least, to be medieval torture devices. "Now," Susan addressed me, "you will obey without question and any failure to do so will be met with punishment, do you understand?" "Yes," I managed to croak. Doug stepped forward and gave some instructions of his own. "From now on you will call us Master and Mistress. Sir and Ma'am are acceptable substitutes, but you will never call us by our first names and will always use some sort of honorific. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "Take off your clothes." "Ma'am?" "Did that sound like a question to you?" Mistress asked her husband, reaching for something that hung on the wall. I saw that it was a whip of some sort. I scrambled to do as she asked. "No ma'am. I'm sorry, Mistress." The word felt strange on my tongue. I took off my blouse and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I stood, in my bra, panties, and sandals, awaiting the next command. "Those are clothes, aren't they, slut?" "I'm sorry, sir. I did not know how far to go. I have never been naked in front of a man before, Master." The other new word gave me a thrill as well, even as I feared retribution for my misstep. I wanted to correct him though, tell him that I wasn't a slut. However, that did not seem to matter to either of them. Mistress smiled and reached behind me to unhook my bra, releasing my 36D breasts, which I foolishly tried to cover with my hands. "Are you a virgin, slut?" "Yes, Mistress." "You are willing to give your virginity to your Master?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good, otherwise we might as well stop right now." She moved in front of me and slapped my hands away from my chest. "Clasp these together behind you." I did so, although it took great restraint not to move them back in front of myself as Master approached me. While Mistress watched, he took hold of my panties and drew them down my legs, commanding me to lift one leg then the other so that he could remove them completely. I was shaking with the effort it took to stand still and almost cried in relief when Mistress directed me to walk across the room and Master stayed where he was. I approached one of the scary pieces of furniture and was told to climb upon it. It was like something between a table and a bed, but with strange protrusions at one end. "These are called stirrups," Mistress informed me, "put your legs in them." After a bit of trial and error, I managed to do so. "Have you ever had a gynecological examination?" She removed my sandals and tossed them aside. "No, ma'am." "I know you're a virgin, but we need to make sure you're healthy before we exchange any bodily fluids with you. Doesn't that make sense?" She fastened straps around my thighs and ankles, effectively trapping me in my exposed state. "Yes, ma'am." She took hold of my pubic hair and gave a sharp tug. "This will have to go, of course, but not today." Confused, I agreed with her again. "She just likes giving young women a thorough inspection." Master had come to stand near my head, but now he moved toward his wife, who had the best vantage point for the show. "You're lucky your mistress is a doctor, you'll be well taken care of." "Yes, sir." I could think of nothing else safe to say and swallowed audibly when I saw Mistress wash her hands at a nearby sink. I wanted to know if she planned to use gloves, but was afraid to question her again. I yelped involuntarily when I felt her finger enter my pussy. It was the first thing other than a tampon that had ever been inside of me. It was uncomfortable but not painful and she held my pelvis flat with her other hand so that I could not squirm too much while her finger moved around inside of me. "You seem to have quite a small opening here, even for a virgin." She turned to her husband. "Doug, come feel her hymen." I thought I would die of embarrassment as Master washed his hands, then joined her standing between my legs, pushing what felt like an impossibly large finger into my pussy. I bit my lip to keep from crying out again as he tested my depth manually. Suddenly, I felt an intense urge to urinate and involuntarily clamped down upon the digit inside me. "This slut has quite a grip!" Master announced, still prodding about, which made the feeling worse. I gathered my courage and asked permission to use the restroom. I was unceremoniously denied it and told there would be consequences if I was unable to obey. My thighs quivered with my futile effort to close them and I could not help but cross my arms over my breasts again, keeping my dignity where I could. I closed my eyes, hoping that if I could not see my inspection, I could pretend it was not happening. They were discussing me as if I was not even there; the size of my clitoris, the shape of my labia, it was mortifying. Master laughed when Mistress commented on my natural lubrication. Apparently, my body was betraying me by announcing me to be a slut due to the copious juices that seemed to be flowing from my nether regions. I squeezed my eyes shut more tightly and almost missed the distinctive snap of a latex glove being donned. I felt another brief intrusion into my pussy, this one even less tentative than the last. Mistress's now latex-covered finger twirled around a bit inside of me before it was pulled out. "No need to waste KY when you've got lubricant right here, slut." She laughed at her own joke and placed her ungloved hand back on my lower abdomen, holding me steady as her now moist, glove-covered finger made its way into my anus. She inserted it slowly, but there was no preparation for the feeling. It felt horrible and wonderful all at once. I know I made a noise then, but I have no idea whether it was in pleasure or pain. "Very responsive, nice." Mistress seemed to approve of me and I was proud. After what felt like forever but I know was less than a minute, she removed her finger and took off her glove. Master moved to the top of the bed and grabbed my wrists from where they were crossed over my chest, pulling them up above my head so that my breasts were exposed. Mistress walked to one side of me and moved her fingers systematically over one breast before squeezing my nipple until I could not hold in my squeal of pain. She then pulled it slowly upward until my back left the table. I swear, for a minute, I thought she was going to rip my nipple right off. Thankfully, she let go, but when she passed by master and went to my other side, the whole thing started again. Finally, she was done with that particular torture and she went over to a cart to retrieve something else. "Just one last test. This one will take a few days to get results, which will give you some time to think over your decision to join us." I saw that she was holding a needle and recoiled in fear. "Don't worry, slut." Master reassured me. "Remember, your mistress is a real doctor, she doesn't just play one on TV." I did not find his joke funny, but I laughed anyway. "It's just a little blood test to make sure you're clean." Mistress expertly tied a hose around my upper arm and found a vein on her first try. It did not hurt much, but it was terrifying, especially as I was still lying there naked with my legs lashed open to the room. After she was done, she set down the now red syringe and pulled out another one, either empty or full of a clear liquid, I couldn't really tell at first. "This is a Depo Provera shot. It's like taking the pill every day for three months, but you don't have to remember to do it." I guess she could see how scared I was because her voice turned soothing. "We don't want you to get pregnant and this is the easiest way to keep that from happening, it will hurt even less than the blood test, I promise." I don't know why, but I trusted her. I squeezed my eyes shut and it was over quickly. I thought, now that she was done with her examination, I would be set free, but Master had other ideas. He commanded me to raise my arms above my head again and before I could register what he was doing, he began taking pictures of me with a digital camera, moving around so as to get me from all angles. He even stood between my legs and, as far as I could tell from the sound, zoomed in on my pussy. He did not take long and when he stepped back, Mistress came to unfasten the straps that bound my legs. She helped me up, but immediately directed me to another piece of furniture. This one looked kind of like a weight bench, but without any weights. Besides, there appeared to be two levels, I had no idea what its purpose could be. "This is a spanking bench." Mistress answered my unvoiced question. Before you go today, you will receive a sample of the discipline you can expect if you choose to come back to us. Put your knees here." She gestured to the lower level. "And your body here." She pushed me down forcibly so that my breasts were crushed against the leather padding of the upper part of the bench. I heard her moving about and felt a strap being buckled around my waist as well as each of my thighs, leaving my knees about a foot and a half apart. She moved in front of me and grabbed my hands, directing me to hold on to a bar of some sort, as I did so, leather cuffs were buckled around each of my wrists, keeping them stretched in front of me. I had never felt so helpless, not even a few minutes ago on that metal table. I held my breath, afraid of what was to come. "Now, slut," Mistress chastised me. "You'll need your breath for what's to come. In, out, in, out." I found myself breathing along with her direction. "That's a good girl." She stroked the top of my head as if I were a pet, I don't know why, but I liked it. I was so engrossed in Mistress that I had not noticed Master coming up behind me, not until the first slap came down on the left side of my ass. Then, I cried out in pain. "Count, slut," Mistress commanded me, losing all of her motherly appeal in an instant, "and don't forget to thank your master." "One. Thank you, Master." I managed to choke out. The instant I finished, he hit me again, directly on top of the first mark. This time, I knew what to do. "Two. Thank you, Master." Thankfully, he hit the right side for my third stroke, but he was back to the left again for number four. The spanking continued for what seemed like hours, as he struck me in a random pattern, until I had reached the number fifty, at which point he stopped, claiming arm fatigue. Somehow, I knew the right response to this instinctively. "I am sorry, Master." "You can apologize to me properly when you come back next week." "Thank you, Master." I saw Mistress smile at my obedient reply and I was inordinately proud of myself. My ass was on fire, but a numbness was setting in. It was strange, I thought, as Mistress worked to release me from my restraints, I had never felt so free as I did when they were controlling me. Once unbuckled, I was told to kneel before my master and mistress and I knew, even as they explained that it was my choice whether I would return, that I already belonged to them. "If you choose to join us in our life here, we expect to see you on our doorstep next Saturday morning at nine. You will wear a short dress without undergarments and will bring only your driver's license and keys, nothing else. You will have neatly packed your apartment, but left everything in it, do you understand? "Yes, Mistress." "You will also obey us, starting now." Master's voice was deeper, yet somehow less commanding, I nodded vigorously as he went on. "You will not touch your pussy, ass, or breasts at all this next week except for what is strictly required to keep your body clean." "Yes, Master." Master handed me my skirt and blouse and told me to get dressed. It felt strange without underwear, but I obeyed. My skirt was a soft silk, but I could feel every fiber of it rubbing against my punished ass, I was not numb after all. I followed, when beckoned, up the stairs, wincing at every step that pulled my skirt tight across my posterior. Once we were in the garage, Master opened the passenger door for me and I slid into the car, unable to stop myself in crying out as my burning ass met the seat. I bit my lip and fastened my seatbelt as I waited for Master to come around the car, which he did quickly. We did not speak during the drive back to my apartment, I had no idea what to say. Once there, Master walked me to the door and gave me a passionate but short kiss goodbye. He smiled broadly when I addressed him as "Master" instead of "Doug." I know there was nothing else I could have called him from then on. I could tell that he knew it but he treated me like an ordinary person that evening. "Goodnight, Kelly, I do hope you will take us up on our offer." I promised to think about it, even though we both knew my mind was already made up. In bed, alone, that night, I found my hand wandering down to my pussy. I even stroked my labia few times before I remembered that I had been forbidden from doing so and managed to stop before I made contact with my clitoris. I could tell that my nipples were hard, but refrained from running my hands up my chest by clenching them into fists. I turned onto my side, and the relief I felt was overwhelming. Resting on my beaten ass had been unpleasant to say the least, Eventually, I found my way onto my stomach and fell asleep, anxious for the next week to pass quickly, but terrified that it would. Slave to a Couple Ch. 02 As the week wore on, it became increasingly difficult to obey Master's command that I not touch myself. It was amazing, as I had never had much deSire to masturbate before, suddenly I found myself constantly craving a touch between my legs. Briefly, I even considered making an appointment to see a doctor, hoping that he or she would touch me the way Mistress had, but somehow I knew that real exams were not quite like that. Surprisingly, it did not occur to me to disregard Master's order, no matter how difficult I found restraint. I suppose it was this fact, more than anything else, that made me sure of my decision to accept their offer. I spent most of my time packing up my apartment. I hadn't been living alone long enough to collect much stuff, so it didn't take long. I quit my job, but kept working until Friday so that I wouldn't have too much spare time to just sit around and think; also if I stayed busy, I wouldn't think so much about how I wasn't allowed to touch myself in any way that might displease my Master and Mistress. I did have to take an afternoon to shop for a dress. I did not have anything that I thought would meet the requirements set forth by my mistress. I felt naughty as I tried on the dresses, just knowing the reason I was there and imagining wearing one without anything beneath it. On Friday night, I could hardly rest at all, I was so nervous about the next day. When I finally did fall asleep, it was only for a few hours. I was up early on Saturday morning, so I spent my time trying to make myself as beautiful as possible. I shaved my legs and my underarms and considered my pubic hair. Mistress had said that it had to go, so I spread shaving cream over my mound and started shaving it off. My inexperience hampered me, I had not thought to cut it shorter first and my safety razor was quickly clogged with coarse curls. Eventually, I was smooth. It had taken a long time to muddle through, but that was good; it gave me less time to worry about the day ahead. I put on makeup and dressed, then left my apartment. I was in the parking garage before I realized that I had put on panties and a bra without even thinking about it. Cursing myself for being so stupid, I looked around and, seeing nobody around, I slipped off my forbidden panties. I then unhooked my bra and pulled it out through a sleeve. I had not realized how much my maneuvering would raise my dress until I felt a cool breeze directly on my newly naked pussy. I shivered and tugged my skirt down to make sure I was covered. When I turned around, I saw one of my neighbors staring at me. Mr. Swanson lived on a different floor. I rarely saw him, but whenever I did, he seemed to be leering at me. This time was no different. I could almost swear I saw drool forming at the corner of his sixty-year-old mouth; I knew then that I had flashed him and I was humiliated, although a tiny flicker of arousal also took root at the thought. He started moving toward me and I hurried for my car, leaving my undergarments in a pile on the garage floor. It was 8:45 when I arrived at the home of my master and mistress. I sat in the car for a while, trying to calm my breathing, but eventually could not take it anymore and made my way up to the house. I rang the doorbell with one of my trembling fingers, and it was opened promptly, as if someone had been waiting just on the other side. "You're early." Mistress's voice was disapproving. "What if we had been sleeping?" Her query made no sense, they were expecting me in seven minutes. I opened my mouth to say as much, but then realized that her anger was a tactic, something to make me remember my place, so I only apologized and stood, silently on the porch, until she invited me inside a few minutes later. Fortunately it was not cold out, but there was an early morning breeze and I could feel it every once in a while lifting my skirt a bit as I stood on the porch, being watched intently by Mistress. When I was allowed into the house, Master held his hand out expectantly and I placed my driver's license and keys in it. He placed the items on a shelf without a word. It was inconveniently high, but not entirely inaccessible. I felt a small measure of relief at the idea that I was not to be held unwillingly as a prisoner. "Undress." Mistress commanded me. I had expected that directive and chose a knit dress without closures for expediency. In only a few seconds, I managed to remove it and was standing before my hosts naked, with my fists clenched at my sides to prevent me from giving in to my instincts and covering my body. Both Master and Mistress stared at me for long moments. Just when I felt that I might scream with the anticipation of it all, Master finally spoke. "You quit your job?" "Yes, Sir." "You gave up your apartment?" "I gave notice, Sir, but I have three months left on my lease. I did not have the ready cash to pay for it in advance." "It will be taken care of, slut. Kneel." I did so and he continued. "You will obey us in every way at all times. You will be punished both for correction and our pleasure. In exchange, we will keep you safe. You will not be permanently marked unless, in the case of something like a piercing or tattoo, you have consciously agreed to it." "Thank you, Master." "You may be loaned out to others or made to service guests in our home," a chill ran through me, "but I promise that any partners you have at our command will be safe and disease free." I tried to thank him again, but I could not find my voice. He looked at me expectantly and eventually I managed to whisper words of gratitude. "Your safe word is 'chicken wings'." He smiled at the reference to my former employer. You will not be punished for using the safe word, but there are consequences. The first time you use it, you will be set aside for one day; the second time, for one week; and the third time you use it, you will leave us forever. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." I was beginning to get overwhelmed and although I had used the bathroom just before I left, I felt the urgent need to pee again. I suppose I had a nervous bladder. I wanted to say something, but the intense looks on both the faces that loomed above, frightened me out of speaking out. "At the conclusion of every week you spend with us, five hundred dollars will be deposited into your savings account. I will take care of the taxes so that you always receive the full amount. For legal purposes, your title is housekeeper, and you will be expected to perform some domestic duties as well as sexual ones" "Yes, Sir." He looked at me in silence and it seemed the rules were over. Mistress then stepped forward. "Follow me to the basement." I rose to do so, and managed to find my voice. "May I use the restroom, please?" Mistress did not respond, but moved toward the basement door, so I followed. Once we had reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned to me and spoke. "To prevent your bodily functions from being an inconvenience to us, you will be trained to a schedule." 'Trained,' I thought to myself, 'like a dog?' I did not say as much because I realized that was exactly what she meant. "You will be permitted to use the toilet now so that you do not make a mess on our equipment, but over the next two weeks, your body will learn that you may move your bowels only in the morning and urinate then and once in the evening." It sounded crazy, surely my body couldn't be made to adhere to her schedule. Still, I responded with the expected "yes, Ma'am." There was a bathroom in the corner of the enclosed but brightly lit room and she pointed me in its direction. I entered and moved to close the door, only to find there wasn't one. I did not know how to phrase my question, but fortunately, Mistress anticipated it. "You are allowed no privacy as our slave. While your waste disposal gives neither of us any pleasure to observe, you may not do it, nor anything else, behind a closed door." I was a little appalled, but appreciated her frankness. I sat on the toilet, feeling an intense urge to void my bladder, but unable to make it respond to me while under the other woman's gaze. Her stare became more intense and disapproving as I tried to force myself to pee, relaxing in tiny increments as I reminded myself that at least Master was not there to see me. Finally the urine came, there was not much, but I felt great relief. It was as I was wiping myself clean that Master appeared. I flushed the toilet and stood to wash my hands, trying to ignore the obviousness of my nudity and the fact that I was being watched. Once out in the main room, I was told to kneel again. It was more uncomfortable here on the concrete floor than it had been upstairs on carpeting, but I pressed my lips shut; I knew I was not to complain. Master stepped forward and fastened something about my neck, it was not until he had buckled it that I realized what it was: a leather collar, like a dog would wear, complete with a D-ring for a leash. I supposed this was for the training Mistress had mentioned earlier. "Thank you, Master." I managed to croak. The collar was not so tight so as to restrict my breathing, but I could feel it acutely when I swallowed. "Get on the exam table!" Mistress commanded. I scrambled to do so, unsure of what other parts of me she could examine. Again, she locked my legs into place. I kept my arms at my sides, not covering any part of my body, which seemed to be acceptable as nobody made any move to restrain them. Standing between my legs, Mistress grabbed one of my labia in each hand and pulled them apart, barking in laughter as she did so. "Doug, come check this out!" I wondered what she saw. Could it be that she knew I was a bit aggressive with my loofah there last night, that I had found it felt good to wash in that area but had justified the small amount of self-touching by calling it cleanliness? Master's rougher fingertips brushed between my lips and he laughed. "First time shaving your pussy, was it slut?" "Yes, Sir." "Well, you did a terrible job, you've got a whole line of hairs on each side here that was hidden by your fat cunt lips." I cringed a bit at his coarse language, which was strange because of the manner in which I had allowed him to touch me, carte blanche, with much embarrassment but no hesitation. My throat went dry, I had displeased them already and I was less than an hour into my first day here. "I – I'm sorry, Master." "We'll just have to take care of it for you, I guess." I noticed then that Mistress was no longer standing beside him and heard some noises coming from the vague direction of the bathroom. There was silence for a bit as Master ran his hands over my body, raising goosebumps. Eventually, Mistress came back into my view, carrying a small plastic tub, which she placed on a table near the bottom of the exam table. From it, she drew a wet washcloth, which she placed over my pussy. It was very hot against my sensitive skin and my involuntary reaction was to try to pull my pelvis away. Suddenly, there was an audible crack and pain in my left breast as Master slapped me. "Be still!" He commanded. I bit back my cry of pain and mumbled an apology. When Mistress put the cloth back over my pussy the next time, I remained still. She pressed it between my pussy lips and the heat became more intense, reaching my clit. I tensed, it was both painful and arousing, like so much of what had been done to me by this couple. Mistress removed the washcloth and tossed it into the tub, pulling out a can of shaving cream and a terrifying looking straight razor. I wanted so badly to move away, to close my legs and not let her anywhere near me with that thing, but I couldn't. It wasn't only that the straps on my legs physically restrained me, but also that I wanted to be here. I wanted so badly to please this woman whom I had met barely a week ago and her husband whom I had not known very much longer. She spread the cream around my pussy, working it thoroughly between my lips where I had neglected to shave. Then, she handed the straight razor to her husband and stepped aside. As uncomfortable as I had been with a woman touching my pussy, I was even more so with a man and I had to close my eyes to keep from trying to pull away again. I felt the rasp of the razor against some of my most sensitive parts and tried to calm myself with deep breaths, trying not to think about how shiny and sharp it looked. It did not take long before he finished there, but apparently he was not completely done. Master unfastened my legs, then told me to turn over. I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted, so I lay down on my belly, awkwardly letting my legs stick out off the end of the table. He smacked my ass sharply and had me get up on all fours, which I did as quickly as possible. Mistress came to stand beside me and held my ass cheeks open. I was so embarrassed, I had to put my head down, folding my arms to do so. Consequently, my ass was raised further in the air, which seemed to please Master because he did not scold me for moving. The next thing I felt was a hot washcloth in the crack of my ass. I could not believe he was going to shave me there, I hadn't even realized I had hair in that area. I must have though, because next came the shaving cream. Finally, there was the frightening feeling of the straight razor scraping against my skin as Mistress continued to hold me open and exposed. When Master had finished shaving me, he used a wet wipe to clean my entire pussy and ass area, all the while lecturing me about hygiene and how I needed to make sure I was always clean and prepared for them. After he had finished, he helped me down from the table so that I was standing before them, more naked than ever now that my pubic hair had been fully removed. Mistress attached a leash to my collar, which I had nearly forgotten about during the whole shaving business, and led me to a comfortable-looking chair a few feet away. I prepared to sit down, but she yanked sharply at the leash and pointed to the square of carpet located in front of the chair. When I did not do as she wished right away, she grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down so that I was kneeling before it. "Are you ready to begin serving your master?" I responded yes, although I wondered what I had been doing up until now, if it was not that. Master stepped around me and sat in the chair, he looked at me as if assessing my position, then opened his pants. His cock sprang out, unencumbered by briefs, already mostly hard. I swallowed back a gasp of surprise. I knew what a penis looked like in theory, but had never actually encountered one in real life. Were they always this big? I wondered. I knew what he wanted, where he planned to put it and I just knew it wouldn't fit. Hadn't just his finger felt so like too much inside me? I almost said as much, but controlled myself, I knew that I had not been granted permission to speak. Mistress, still holding me by the shoulder, pushed me forward until Master's penis hit me in the nose. Against all my conscious inclinations, I could not help but recoil slightly at the contact.. Master did not speak, but used his large hand to grasp my jaw, pulling it open. Then, he shoved his cock inside my mouth. I immediately gagged, unable to take the large and sudden intrusion. The next thing I knew, my mouth was empty, and Mistress was holding me upright by the hair while Master berated me. "You stupid slut! Did I tell you to bite me?" I was not aware that I had done so, but Master was livid, so I must have. He continued to hurl insults in my direction as he fumbled about for something beside the chair. Suddenly, there was a pain on the side of my left breast. I looked up to see Master holding a riding crop. He hit my right breast, then the left again as I cried out in pain. Several strokes later, he put down the implement of torture and grabbed my chin in his hand, tilting my head up to look at him. "Listen, slut, you will learn like any other pet. You did something wrong and were corrected. Do you understand what you did wrong?" "I - I bit you, Sir." "Yes, you used your teeth on me, which you are not to do. Cover your teeth with your lips." I did so and he patted my cheek. "That's a good girl. This first time won't be much more than a face fucking, but you'll learn to please me. Do you want that?" "Yes, Sir, very much." "Now, move your tongue around, if you can, and suck. That's all you need to do for now." He lined my mouth up again with his still hard cock. "Remember to always cover your teeth." I might have tried to say "Yes, Sir" again, but my mouth was full before I could even begin forming the words. He did not push his cock in too deeply at first and I was able to move my tongue against it a bit. Soon though, he began thrusting, grabbing two handfuls of my hair to give himself leverage. I did my best to suck on his cock, but every time he thrust in, it felt like I couldn't breathe and I panicked a little bit. After some time of thrusting, he stopped, leaving only a few inches in my mouth and loudly commanded me to suck. I did as he said and was soon rewarded with an emission in my mouth. It was a strange feeling, I hadn't experienced anything before to which it could be compared. The taste was strange; kind of bitter, a little earthy, but mostly salty. When Master drew his softening cock from my mouth, I wanted very much to spit out what he had left in it, but he stopped me from doing so with a look and a word. "Don't." I knelt there, the taste permeating my tongue as I wondered what to do. Mistress gave me the answer. "Swallow." They both watched me intently as the load in my mouth made its way down my throat and into my stomach. "Now thank your master." 'Thank him for what?' I wanted to ask, but thought better of it and did as she commanded. Master responded by patting me on the head like a dog. He then tucked his soft cock, which was less frightening now, back into his pants and stood up. Mistress sat down in his place. "Well slut, that was acceptable, if not good. You will learn, through plenty of practice, how to suck cock properly." "Thank you, Master." I said again, thinking that was probably the best response. Looking back to the chair before me, I saw that Mistress had hiked up her skirt and was bare beneath. She had no hair on her labia, but unlike me, she had a neatly trimmed triangle of hair at the top of her mound. I realized I was staring when I felt a tug on the leash that I realized Mistress was holding in one fist. "Now, you take care of me." I looked from her exposed pussy to her face, unsure of what she meant. As I knelt there, confused, Mistress pulled one leg up over each arm of the chair, which caused her to open up, exposing to me her clitoris and vaginal opening. I inched forward, but did not know how to start. She sighed, as if impatient, and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me down so that my face was against her naked lips. "Kiss me." She commanded, so I did so, puckering my lips and pressing kisses along her open slit. "With your tongue!" She shouted, exasperated at what I assumed was my inability to read her mind. I opened my mouth and let my tongue touch her tentatively. The taste wasn't bad. In fact, it was better than Master. I moved my tongue forward and found her opening. Nervously, I pushed it inside, It was so strange and counter-intuitive for me to be doing such a thing. I had never been attracted to women, I had never considered, before last week, that I might be in any way sexually attracted to one. Actually, I didn't quite feel attracted to Mistress even now, it was something more, like a magnetic force I just couldn't resist pulled me toward her. Slave to a Couple Ch. 03 When we had all finished eating, I cleared the table and, although I was unsure of what exactly was expected, stacked the dishes in the sink. This seemed to be alright, because Master took my leash then, leading me back toward the basement. I followed obediently behind him as he pulled me down the stairs. We reached the lower level; a dungeon to me, a playroom to them. Master led me past the furniture and into the bathroom, where he commanded me to get on all fours. Upon further instruction, I folded my arms in front of myself and placed my head on my forearms. I heard him moving about behind me then felt his fingers probing between my ass cheeks. I involuntarily clenched and he swatted me, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get my attention. "Relax, slut." "I'm sorry, Master." I did not raise my head and my voice was muffled by my arms. "I'm only telling you for your own good, slut. I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to." A lubricated finger entered my anus and I did my best not to clench again. "Not yet at least." His qualifier made my body tighten in anticipation and fear. Master laughed out loud at my reaction. "This is just a basic drugstore enema. You'll have to take more in the future, but for now, I just want you clean without being stretched out." His finger moved around, spreading the lubricant inside me. "Your first time should be special, after all." Like before, the feeling was both uncomfortable and arousing. He pulled out his finger and walked away, moving about the bathroom and giving me a few moments to think. Absently, I wondered where Mistress was. Shouldn't she be here for this? I thought. It was strange how I had formed an attachment so quickly to a woman who had been nothing but severe with me. Suddenly, Master was back and I felt his spreading my ass cheeks with one hand while something small and firm was inserted in my anus. Then, there was a pressure as something cool and wet flowed into me. It felt strange and I wanted to try to pull away from it, but that would obviously have been a bad idea, and I held my position, as awkward as it felt, until the flow stopped. Master removed the strange thing that was in my anus, the nozzle I guess, and patted my ass cheek. "Now you need to hold that for a few minutes, slut. Tell me when you absolutely can't hold it any more." It was a strange feeling, but not a painful one. There was an odd pressure building in my bowel and I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on something else, but all I could think about was what had happened to me and what was to come. A few hours earlier I had been a virgin in every way and here I was, lying naked on a bathroom floor preparing to have my ass fucked by a man who had been a stranger to me less than a month before. I squirmed uncomfortably as I felt the need to empty myself. "Master?" I began to ask. "Not yet." He replied. I tried to breathe deeply while I held it in. The urge to evacuate grew and I clenched my ass cheeks together to try to stem it. I could feel a pressure, like gas trying to escape and I moaned with the effort it took to keep it inside. "Good girl," he patted my ass again, "just one more minute." I did not think I would make it without embarrassing myself, but somehow, I did. Finally, he pulled on my leash until I was standing and led me to the toilet. All hope that he would leave me alone for this part vanished. I didn't think I would be able to void my bowels with him watching, but the urge was too great and I let go, closing my eyes in embarrassment as water and filth flowed out of me. Master handed me a wet wipe to clean up with, then told me to get on all fours again so I could be "rinsed out" and the whole process was repeated. When I was on the toilet for the second time, Mistress entered the room carrying two frightening looking items. One looked to be a paddle of some sort, the other the riding crop from earlier. She handed the implements to Master and waited until I was done wiping, then grabbed my leash and pulled me out the door and to the spanking bench. She locked me in place, then spread my ass cheeks apart, pushing her dry finger a bit into the hole between them. There seemed to be some lubricant left there and it did not hurt, but I feared what she would find. "Are you all clean and ready for your master, slut?" "Yes, Mistress." "Well, you'll just have to wait. I want to discipline you a bit, first." She did not pause before hitting me across the bottom with the paddle, I could feel the warm tingles of pain radiating outward and could not help but ask a question. "Please, Mistress, what did I do?" "Do, slut? You haven't done much of anything yet." She hit me again, harder this time and directly on top of the last mark. "Why am I being punished, Ma'am?" I wanted to know what I had done wrong, why I was being shown discipline. She only laughed. It was Master who responded. "You are not being punished for any particular transgression now. You are our slut slave and therefore need to be disciplined sometimes to remind you of your place." Mistress hit me twice more with the paddle while he spoke, once on each ass cheek. I wanted to point out that the nudity and collar/leash combination did an excellent job of reminding me of my place, but I wisely held my tongue on that subject and instead asked. "Should I count?" "That's not necessary." Mistress said cheerfully. "I'm almost done!" The strikes continued for another few minutes then stopped. I was just beginning to relax when suddenly there was a sharper, more localized pain and I knew she had switched implements. The riding crop fell much faster than the paddle had and although the pain was more cutting, I found that it actually hurt less. A dozen strokes later and the strikes stopped completely. I blinked my eyes and a few tears leaked out. I heard the now familiar click of the camera and I wondered what they planned to do with all of these pictures. Would they start a slut scrapbook for me? Were they posting them online? I decided to ask sometime when either one seemed in a conversational mood. That was not right now. I felt Master's fingers between my legs, moving around and dipping into my cunt. "Look how wet that got her," he said to his wife, "I think we have a pain slut here after all." Mistress's fingers came next and she spent even more time than he had playing with me before she declared me an irredeemable slut, then came around to my face, where she pushed her fingers into my mouth and told me to clean them. I obeyed. The taste was similar to that of Mistress's pussy but less strong and a bit sweeter. I tried to ignore the fact that this moisture had come from between my legs and licked all of it from her fingers. I was unbuckled and led back to the bed where I had lost my virginity not long before. I could see that the white sheet was stained with a pinkish smudge. I supposed it was a combination of Master's come and my blood. I tried to ignore it. Mistress told me to kneel in the middle of the bed, I did so and leaned forward onto my arms when she bade me. I closed my eyes and prayed that the enemas had cleaned me out completely when her fingers began probing between my ass cheeks. I could feel her long fingernail as she pressed it slightly into my anus and failed in my attempt not to clench. "Stop that!" She smacked one buttock. "Remember what you were told about relaxing your pussy? Well, it's twice as true about your ass. Now, hold still." I felt Master's hands holding me open then a cool, wet sensation just outside my anal opening. Mistress's finger was back, working the gel into my hole. She added more as one finger thrust in and out, then two fingers. It was beginning to be painfully tight and I wanted her to stop, but I bit my lip and said nothing. I knew if she stopped the pain, the pleasure would go away as well and a strange pleasant feeling was growing in my lower stomach. She added more lubricant to the point where I worried I would drip all over the sheet. I then remembered that it was already stained and this would make little difference. "Now, slut," she said in a lecturing tone, "don't think you'll always get special treatment like this. We want you well-lubed up now so you don't tear anything or chafe your master's cock. " I almost laughed at that, it couldn't be a real possibility, could it? "In the future, you'll be expected to make your own lubricant." I wondered what she meant by that, perhaps my saliva or the juices from my pussy she had used before. Either way, I expected there not to be much to work with. I felt Master settle onto the bed behind me. I leaned further onto my elbows so that I could lift my ass up to him. I did my best to control my breathing, but it was unnaturally fast. This was as much of a turning point as my actual virginity, this would make me truly depraved. Master spread my ass cheeks and I felt something press against my anal opening. Something much bigger than Mistress's fingers and perhaps slightly rounded. I knew it must be his cock. He had not asked me to prepare him like before he entered my pussy. I suppose that watching Mistress do what she had to me had aroused him enough. The small bit I could feel certainly seemed hard enough. He pressed forward and I could feel more of him, it was like he was fighting to go into a place that was much too small to enter. He pushed a little harder and there was a slight pop, not a sound at all, but a feeling, like a barrier that wasn't really there had been breached. I groaned at the uncomfortable feeling of it. "Shut up, slut, that's just the head." Mistress sounded as though she was taunting me. "Relax a bit more, girl, it'll hurt less if you do." Master sounded nurturing, except for the reason behind his words, of course. He pulled my cheeks apart further, which relieved a bit of the pressure and pushed forward again, which immediately took away any relief I felt. The feeling grew and intensified into a dull sort of pain as I was more and more filled until it leveled off and I could feel Master's pelvis against my ass. "Take it all, there's a good slut." He began to pull back, only marginally less slowly than he had entered me and I felt both pain and relief, but he did not withdraw completely and soon he was filling me again. The thrusts sped up incrementally until he was well and truly pounding my ass. It was painful, yet I did not want it to stop, the deep tingling feeling in my lower stomach and pussy had intensified and I felt like it was building toward something. Despite the pain I felt in my stretched asshole, I knew there was a wonderful feeling that could come out of this. It was surprising to me, given the harsh way he had taken my pussy earlier, how much of an effort he seemed to be making to be gentle. It hurt, to be sure, but I was certain that it could hurt much more and he was keeping it from being that way this first time. All too soon, given my yearning, Master's thrusts became shallow and erratic, then he held my hips flush against him as he emptied himself within my bowel. It was a stranger feeling than when he had done so in my pussy. I wanted to try to expel it, but I knew that would be frowned upon. Besides, I expected there to be more photographs taken of me in my humiliated state. I was not wrong. Master pulled out and I desperately wanted to press my legs together to prolong the sensation I was having between them but I held myself in position, determined not to misbehave at all. Although I had been aroused by the discipline I had received earlier, I wished to postpone another session for as long as I could, so I remained as still as possible as Mistress moved around me, her camera clicking. I did remember to say "Thank you, Master" when he patted my ass cheek gently. Even after the photo taking had stopped, I stayed on the bed for some time, bowing to nobody with my ass in the air. Finally, I felt a welcome tug on my leash and I clambered to my feet. I did not stay standing for long, Master's hand on my shoulder pushed me down to my knees where I remained while Mistress asked me a series of questions to gauge my levels of humiliation, pain, and pleasure. They were not questions for which she required explanations and I knew that I was not supposed to disagree, that left me only one response. "Do you enjoy being spanked like the filthy little slut you are?" "Yes, Mistress." "Does it make you wet to have somebody hurt you like you deserve?" "Yes, Mistress." "Did you want your master to keep fucking your ass?" "Yes, Mistress." "Are you a horny little slut to like that sort of thing?" "Yes, Mistress." "Will you need to be disciplined again soon?" "Yes, Mistress." I so wanted to say no to that one. "Is your ass sore inside and out?" "Yes, Mistress." Master laughed aloud at that one. The inquisition continued in that vein for several more minutes, with Mistress asking embarrassing questions and me agreeing with her. Finally, she asked a question I had to say no to. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" "I don't think so, Mistress." Now it was her turn to laugh, but it wasn't a humorous laugh, it sounded almost cruel. "You'd know if you'd had one, slut. We have rules about orgasms here, you can't have one unless you're specifically allowed. That being said, I guess we can't expect you to avoid something if you don't know what it is. Get up on the table." She pointed toward the exam table which I had already grown to fear. Nothing came from it but humiliation. I was already conditioned to obey, however, and I climbed onto the table obediently, settling my legs into the stirrups so that Mistress could fasten me in, which she did without speaking. She then took a wooden spring-loaded clothespins and grabbed one of my nipples, twisting it sharply, then letting it go. She repeated this process once more then, after deciding it was hard enough, she pinched it in the clothespin. I screamed loudly, the pain had been unexpected. Mistress told me to shut up, then grabbed my other nipple, pulling and twisting it until its shape met her needs as well. She had another clothespin, hidden God only knows where, and she used it to attack my second nipple, causing me to yell again, despite having been chastised for being noisy just a moment before. Mistress stood there, staring at me, until the pain began to dull, when my nipples had become almost numb with the compression of the clothespins, she grabbed the small bits of wood and twisted, this time I controlled my volume and I only moaned, she seemed to approve and let go. This time Master held the video camera and he made no pretense at all of hiding it from me. He moved away from my breasts, filming me top to bottom, panning slowly, before bringing it to a point where my groin would be in the center of the frame. Mistress then moved between my legs, sitting on a stool so as not to block his shot. She inserted a single finger into my still sore pussy and I flinched at the sensation. Her finger moved slowly up inside me and she seemed to be looking for something, I could feel her pressing the pad of her finger up against me, sometimes hard enough to hurt a bit, but not quite enough to take my mind off my nipples. Then, all of a sudden, there was a different feeling. It was as if I had to pee but I liked it. I made a noise when she pressed there and through my almost closed eyes, I could see Mistress smile in her calculating way. She kept pressure on that one point inside of me while she used her other hand to stimulate my clit, I cried out again, it was too much. She began to stroke lightly, then more roughly as she increased the pressure on that spot inside me as well. With the added stimulation of my clamped nipples, that strange, pleasant knot in my stomach became so tight that I thought I couldn't stand it any more then all of a sudden, it was gone and I was floating. There was no pain, no camera or restraints, no Master or Mistress, only the amazing feeling of the tension letting go and filling me with warmth. I struggled slightly to catch my breath as Mistress pulled her fingers from my pussy and removed the clothespins from my nipples. When she did so, there was a sting of pain and it was as if I had received some sort of wonderful electric shock. I felt a delicious pulse in my lower belly and cried out again involuntarily. By the time I had opened my eyes, Mistress was taking pictures of me once again. She quickly put down the camera. "That, slut, is an orgasm. Did you like the feeling?" "Yes, Ma'am, very much." "Well, you must remember that you pleasure belongs to us as much as your pain does. You may not come again without permission and we rarely give permission." This was the cruelest torture yet. It was as if she had given me a single bite of the most delicious cake in the world only to forbid me from taking a second. "How will I stop myself, Mistress?" "You will learn control. When you feel an orgasm coming on, you will stop it. If you fail, you will be punished." Her glare left no question as to the severity of the punishment that would be handed down if I failed to obey. Mistress walked away and it was Master who freed me from the table and helped me up. He gave me a few minutes to rest, which I did sitting on the chair that now reminded me of worshiping them both with my mouth. Too soon, I was pulled to my feet by my leash and led to an empty part of the basement, with neither carpet nor furniture. Master explained that there were several positions I would be required to learn, and he talked me through all of them, assigning a name and number to each. I practiced for what felt like hours as he barked orders. When he said "one," I was to stand with my feet shoulder width apart and my hands behind my neck. "Two" meant I should kneel with my knees apart and my hands crossed behind my back. "Three" was on my feet again, but bent at the waist so that my hands could grasp my ankles. The list went on. Finally, he seemed satisfied that I knew the positions and let me remain before him, kneeling in supplication as he spoke. "Have you ever been spanked on your cunt?" He must know the answer to that, they had asked me about spanking before and I had told the whole truth then. Still, I answered respectfully. "No, Master." "Position six." He commanded. I immediately rolled onto my back and pulled my knees up to either side of my chest, holding them in place with my arms. I knew that I was very exposed, perhaps even more so than when I was on the exam table. I remained still while I heard him moving about outside my field of vision, I closed my eyes, trying to think about anything but how humiliating this whole thing was. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain between my legs as something struck me. My eyes flew open and I saw that it was the riding crop. He landed five more blows, one of which hit my clit hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. It was a struggle not to move, but I managed to get through it. "Position two." He said and I struggled to my knees. "Thank you, Master." "You may now go upstairs and make dinner, slut." "Yes, Sir." It was not too difficult to get to my feet, but it was painful to walk with my pussy on fire the way it was. I moved gingerly, trying to keep my labia from rubbing against each other or my thighs, but I found it impossible. The application of Master's hand to my ass reminded me that I needed to move faster and I winced as I hurried to the stairs and up to the kitchen. Mistress was already there, cookbook in hand as she sat at the table. She set it down, open to a brightly colored picture of a pasta dish. "Make this." I skimmed the recipe and was grateful to see that it appeared to be a basic spaghetti sauce, nothing I couldn't handle. Slave to a Couple Ch. 03 It was still strange to be cooking in the nude, but fortunately I managed not to splatter myself with anything hot. Conversation over the meal was strangely topical. Master and Mistress discussed a book that they had read and I ate mostly in silence, like at lunch. After dinner, Mistress suggested watching something and we all went into the living room. I don't know why I expected a normal film, but they put on a pornographic movie and I settled on the floor between their armchairs as it began. I became engrossed in the film and did not realize what I was doing, but Mistress did. A slap to my cheek fifteen minutes in brought me to awareness, and I noticed that my hand was between my legs. "If you do that again, you'll have to be restrained." She warned me. "Now, I think your master has a problem that you need to take care of." I looked at Master and saw that he had a noticeable bulge in his pants. I looked from it to his face and received a nod, so I undid his fly and took his penis into my mouth. This time he did not thrust and I knew it was up to me to please him. I remembered what I had seen the actress on screen doing just a few minutes before and began licking him. Then, I closed my lips around his cock and tried to suck. It must have been the right thing to do, because Master grabbed my hair but did not pull me off of him, so I kept sucking. Since I couldn't fit his whole cock in my mouth all at once, I used one of my hands to grab the base of it, I squeezed a little and he groaned. Master's cock had been hard when I began, but it grew noticeably more so while I worked. His fingers that were woven through my hair tightened and relaxed a few times before he used his leverage to hold me to him as he spurted his semen down my throat. Being held in place made me start to gag, but fortunately it did not last long and he soon let go of me, his cock softening and shrinking as I pulled away. "Now take care of your mistress." He commanded, and I moved between her legs, ready to kiss her exposed pussy again. The taste was stronger than before and I lapped it up, eager to please Mistress. "You can use your fingers too, slut." She told me and I tentatively used one finger to feel at the entrance to her pussy. The movie kept playing behind me and I could hear it, of course, but not see anything. I was disappointed, as I wanted to know what was going on, but I knew I had to keep working on my task. I let my finger slide inside Mistress's slippery passage and tried thrusting with it. She muttered "more" and I added a second finger. It was a strange feeling, kind of elastic and very wet. I let my fingers scissor a bit, stretching her ever so slightly as my mouth sucked on her clit. I wasn't sure exactly what to do with my fingers, so I just wiggled them about and I licked and sucked her outside parts. It seemed to be the right choice and I felt my fingers tightly squeezed a few times before Mistress moaned in what sounded like relief. "Good girl," she said "you can play with yourself now, if you want." "Thank you, Mistress." I said and began to touch my pussy. "Not like that, on the coffee table." I stopped and looked dubiously at the wooden object before climbing onto it, a little afraid that it would give way. "Position eight." I lay on my back like for number six, but when I brought my knees up, they remained below my waist and my feet rested on the table as close to my ass as possible. "Now," she commanded and I started to touch myself again. With my pussy facing Master and Mistress, I was still not looking at the television. I could see it if I let my head fall back, but then all the people were upside-down. It made my head feel funny anyway, so I stopped and looked up at the ceiling instead. My pussy was still sore from the beating it had taken earlier, so I touched it very gently, which was unbelievably stimulating. I had a finger inside my pussy and one lightly touching my clit when I felt my second orgasm about to occur. It had almost happened when I remembered Mistress's warning, so I gathered my breath to ask permission. "May I orgasm?" "No." Master said and Mistress added a command. "Stop." I pulled my hands away and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. "Now you can watch the rest of the movie." She said it so cheerfully that I hated her a little bit. There were only a few minutes left, but I spent them squirming uncomfortably, in want of relief. Afterward, it was time to get ready for bed. I wondered if they would want me to join them in their bed or if I would get my own room. I certainly did not want to sleep in that horrible basement. I nearly had to bite my tongue not to ask, knowing I would be told when they were ready to tell me and followed Master and Mistress up the stairs. Their bedroom was huge and beautiful. I sincerely hoped I would be allowed to sleep on the enormous bed that took up a chunk of it. I did not get to look around long, Mistress led me by the leash into the bathroom and directed me to the toilet. "You may urinate." She told me. I didn't think I could go with the two of them staring like they were, but all of a sudden, the pressure got to me and I peed, almost sighing in relief as I did so. I wiped as gently as possible, trying not to overstimulate the nerve endings of my pussy but still, it was like a bolt of pleasurable electricity went through me as I cleaned myself. Also in the bathroom was a jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower, both big enough for three. I became acutely aware of the various bodily fluids that were all over my body and my need to clean off before bed. I wondered which cleaning apparatus we would share. I thought Master answered my unspoken question when he turned on the tap to fill the bathtub, checking the stream periodically for temperature as he sprinkled in salts of some kind. Soon, a floral fragrance filled the now steamy room. Mistress put my hair in a bun before unclipping the leash from my collar and leading me toward to tub by my arm, helping me to climb in without slipping. They did not turn on the jets but still, I felt immense relief as the water enveloped me to my neck. I could feel the dried blood, sweat, and semen dissolve away from me as I sank into the wet warmth. I sighed in pleasure as Master and Mistress looked on. "Stay there, slut." Master told me, then he and Mistress undressed themselves and stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind them. I heard some laughter and muffled groans but even though I could see their silhouettes through the translucent door, I didn't really know what was going on. Eventually, they came out of the shower and although my bath's temperature had been falling, it was still comfortably warm, so it could not have been too long. They both dressed in robes, then stood to regard me for a few minutes before Master opened the drain to let the water out. Eventually, I lay there, naked and wet in an empty tub. Mistress held out a towel and Master helped me up. They dried me like a child, then led me by the hand to the bedroom. Mistress opened a drawer and pulled out a strange belt with something hanging from it. She fastened the belt around my waist, positioning the thing directly above my ass crack. A thick leather cord hung down and she situated it between my cheeks, pulling this way and that until she felt it was secure. Where the leather got wider, it was placed over my pussy, all the way up my front, where she shoved the panel between the belt and my belly before folding it over the belt to the front and locking it into place with a small silver padlock. "This, slut, is an adjustable chastity belt. It's not ideal, but it'll do until we can get you a custom made one. It's not for long-term wear, obviously," she patted the leather where it completely covered my pussy, "but you won't be able to touch yourself during the night, which is the important part." While she was fastening me in, Master had gone over to the bed and pulled something out from beneath, it looked like a giant pillow. It took me a moment to realize it was a large pet bed, and a moment further to realize that I was expected to sleep on it. I stood still as Mistress went back to the bathroom to retrieve my leash. She looped it around a bedpost, threading the clip through the loop at the other end so that it would stay in place. She beckoned me over and clipped it to my collar, effectively fastening me to the bed. "Now, you won't be locked to the bed so you can get away in the case of an emergency, but don't betray our trust." I spoke for the first time since I had been brought upstairs. "No, Mistress, of course not." "Remember, slut, an emergency is life-threatening only. If there is a fire or a tornado or a home invasion. Otherwise, there is no reason for you to remove your leash. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress." "You may now sleep." She gestured to the pet bed which lay at my feet. I sat on it, then lay down, trying to find a comfortable position. My head had to remain nearest to the post, but my leash was long enough to give me a fair amount of leeway and I tossed and turned a bit as I tried to settle in. There was a folded blanket on the floor near my bed and I spread it out over my body as I tried to get used to the strange feeling of the belt that bound my lower parts. Not far away from me, Master and Mistress got into bed as well, then turned out the light. There were noises as they shifted about and I could hear them kissing. More noises, and I knew they were having sex, making love even. Even though I couldn't see anything, I knew it was different than it had been when I had given myself to Master. That had been about domination and possession. This seemed to be about love and pleasure. The grunts I heard seemed to be passionate and unrestrained. Although they both said "I love you," it was not exactly a gentle coupling, I even felt the bed move at one point. Finally, they were done and I could try to get to sleep. I didn't really know much about biology, but I was impressed at Master's virility, I had been made to understand that men could not generally ejaculate so many times in one day. I wondered if he could keep up that pace and both feared and anticipated the days ahead of me.