6 comments/ 17066 views/ 23 favorites Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 01 By: MySweetSwan CHAPTER 1 She could feel the metal floor of her cage rough against her side as she moved her to push herself up. Opening her eyes, she blinked as the lights turned on and rubbed her sleepy face. She stretched as much as she was able to in the small space, gaining a little room by stretching her hands up through the bars above her head. She heard heavy footsteps and Keeper Michael's face suddenly appeared above her cage, "Get into position!" She scrambled into position as quickly and quietly as she could: she pulled her knees under her and sat on her heels, hands palms-down on her thighs, her back straight and tall but her head turned down. The keeper would have been a relatively attractive man, if not for the joy he found in inflicting pain upon her. The last way she wanted to start her night was by displeasing Keeper Michael. Despite her efforts, she quickly discovered Keeper Michael was already in a mood. He flung open the top of her cage, grabbed a handful of her long, tangled platinum blond hair and pulled her up by it. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out; it would only encourage him. He thrust his face into hers, "You're lucky Master Victor has a special guest tonight, otherwise your ass would be mine." He pinched her nipple cruelly, twisting it just to see her face in pain, "You better hope you please this guest, because I will love to dish out your punishment if you don't satisfy." He pulled her out of her cage and set her on her feet. She fell in with the other girls—each now free from their cages—headed to the dressing room. In the dressing room, she quickly grabbed a brush to get started on her hair. Since it was long all the way down her back, it took forever to comb all the way through. While she brushed, she walked up and down the long rack of dresses. Keeper Michael had actually done her favor by at least revealing that she needed to impress tonight. She picked a floor length fitted silver gown with a halter top and a slit that came obscenely high up the right side. She wished she had more time to do her hair, but a good combing was all she would be able to do. She grabbed a simple silver necklace and quickly put on her make up. She dashed over to the opposite door in the dressing room, among the first several girls to finish. It always paid off to get to the door quickly, because the steward was chatty and always willing to help out the girls by giving them the scoop on their nightly plans. He saw her dash up and grabbed her hand to pull her closer, "I'm glad you finished quickly tonight! I'm supposed to actually take you out early. Master Victor's guest is meeting alone with him before the main gathering—some business deal—and he wants to personally hand you off. You ready?" She nodded and let him pull her by the hand out into the hallway. "Good choice with the dress tonight," he pulled her close and put her hand on his elbow like she was his escort, "I don't know who this guy is, but everyone's been buzzing about him all day. He's got to be someone big. You look sexy, but classy." He smiled at her, "You'll do fine." Wishing the steward's words were enough to soothe her nerves, she took a deep breath as they reached the double doors to Master Victor's office. She tipped her head down to look at the floor and squeezed the steward's hand to let him know she was ready to go in. He opened one door and led her inside. "Ah, my steward has arrived," she heard Master Victor say, and the steward led her into the spacious room. "I wanted you to have access to your own girl tonight. She is one of my prettiest girls, and she is yours for the evening. You may do anything you like with her. She will please you, and please let me know if she does not." As he said the last sentence, she felt him turn toward her. She could hear the threat in his voice. The steward squeezed her hand and then stepped back from her leaving her by herself in the middle of the open office. She saw an unfamiliar pair of shoes step into her field of view; they were black and probably the shiniest pair of shoes she'd ever seen. She locked her knees to keep them from trembling. "I'm Master Tristan." His voice came from above her head, and it was deep and rich. She found herself wishing he would say something else just so she could hear it again. She saw a hand reach out to her, and she prepared herself for his touch between her legs or on her breast. However, his hand continued up to her face. Before she realized what he was doing, he gently gripped her chin and lifted her head. As he was standing directly over her, he had to tip her head back to see her face, and his face was all she could see. She almost felt more nervous now that she was actually looking at him. His thick black hair was very carefully styled and had a slight shine to it. He had heavy black brows to match his hair, but they were perfectly trim. His dark brown eyes examined her, but they gave nothing away. His face was stern and stoic. She began to fear he was already displeased with her, but his hand stayed gentle on her chin. After a moment that felt much longer he spoke again, "Please don't keep your face downward this evening. I like to see my girls enjoy themselves." Master Victor huffed in disapproval from behind Master Tristan, but he said nothing. Master Tristan took her hand and like the steward tucked it around his elbow. He said to Master Victor, "Shall we join the gathering? We can finished discussing the details of our agreement after." "A very good idea, Master Tristan. I, for one, could certainly use a drink." * * * They entered the great room where Master Victor had all his gatherings. It was a large, grand room littered with chairs, couches and small tables to hold drinks. The bar sat in the far corner of the room, doling out drinks to guests. The room was filled with men: men in suits and tuxes, they stood and sat in groups around the room laughing, talking business or simply enjoying their drinks or cigars. The scene was familiar to her, but it felt very odd to be the only girl in the room. Master Tristan kept her on his arm, but she couldn't tell if it was for her protection or his comfort. He seemed to know everyone there. They moved as a couple from group to group, Master Tristan easily joining each group for a short amount of time and moving on to the next. She noticed that he was not a boisterous man; his stoic face was just part of a stern personality, but he was not unkind and even his low laugh seemed genuine. After a bit, Master Victor stood up to make his usual announcement. She realized she had never seen him make the announcement, only heard it from the other side of the door. "Gentlemen! It is that time in the evening we have all been waiting for: let the girls enter!" He gestured grandly to the wide double doors behind him at the head of the grand room. At his gesture, both doors opened and a crowd of girls with their heads bowed stood behind them and began to enter the room. As they entered the room, men began to pick girls from the crowd and escort them to chairs around the room or through thin doors that lined the long walls of the grand room. The doors blended into the pillars and art along the walls, so that you had to know what you were looking for to find them. She knew that behind each door lay a small bedroom. The rooms were designed for slipping out of the gathering to conduct a different kind of business and slipping back in without much notice. Master Tristan turned to her, "I realized we do not have drinks yet. Would you like one?" She nodded, happy that he asked. More often than not the men were too preoccupied with having their own needs met by the girls that they rarely thought to offer them drinks. He guided her to the bar and ordered a scotch for himself and a mimosa for her. As they sipped their drinks and visited with a few more groups, she realized that for possibly the first time she was having fun at a gathering. She found herself smiling at jokes, listening to conversations, and she completely forgot to dread entering one of the thin doors that lined the room. A few girls had regulars that looked for them, but most girls—like herself—had to just cross their fingers that they were scooped up by one of the good ones, or at least just not by one of the really bad ones. Most of the men seemed to want to have their way with a girl and get back to the gathering; but some seemed to be there just to pick a girl to torment for the evening. Master Victor prided himself on being one of the few Masters who imposed very few rules over the use of his girls. As long as it didn't leave any permanent marks, just about anything was allowed. This was why when Master Tristan disengaged himself from a group and leaned down to her to say, "Let's go take a break," her heart fell into her stomach and she had to tighten her grip on his arm to keep her hands from shaking. She had no idea what to expect from this enigmatic man. Now that they were headed toward one of the thin doors, she was noticing for the first time how large his hands were and how muscular his arms seemed beneath his tuxedo jacket under her hands. This man could very much hurt her if he chose to. They slipped through a thin door near the back of the room, and she stepped onto thick white carpet. The room was not very large, but there was plenty of room to move around a king sized bed covered with white sheets and white pillows in the middle of the room. A small dressing table and chair sat in the near corner with a short rack for hanging clothes. Out of sheer habit, she moved to the middle of the room and bowed her head. She could hear Master Tristan move around behind her, and she felt his hand on the side of her face again lifting it to his. He searched her faced for another long moment. He let his hand fall and took a step back from her, "You are quite beautiful, and I can't believe Master Victor only counts you as 'one of his prettiest.' Let me see you. Turn around." She blushed at his compliment incredulously, but obeyed by turning her back to him. He caught her shoulder stopping her in the motion. She could feel his hand pick up her hair and slowly run his fingers through. He swept her hair around her shoulder to lay on her chest, and he ran his fingers back up along her neck. The gesture was simple, but it sent shivers up and down her spine. She longed for him to touch her again like that, and she was surprised by her own desire. He put his hands on her shoulders again and turned her back around to face him. She knew she could be making a horrible mistake by acting without a command first, but she just couldn't stop herself from reaching inside his tuxedo jacket to lay her hands on his chest. His chest felt as muscular solid as his arms had. She looked up into his dark eyes. She couldn't see any anger in his eyes, and he said nothing, so she took it as an invitation to continue. She moved her hands inside his jacket up to his shoulders slipping the jacket down and off him. He grabbed the jacket as it fell and threw it onto the bed behind him. He untied his bowtie and slipped it into his pants pocket. She tentatively stepped closer to him, and Master Tristan put his hands on her waist holding her close. She reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off him when she was done. He untucked his undershirt and quickly had his over his head. She put her hands on his chest like before, but this time pushed her fingers through his chest hair letting her finger tips trail along his skin. He grabbed her hands with his almost roughly, but she quickly realized it wasn't anger but desire as he pulled her against his body. "What price wouldn't I pay to have you right now." His words confused her, since she thought that was the purpose of coming into this room. He looked her in the eyes and wondered, "What bird would you become?" Her absolute confusion must have shown obviously on her face, because he smiled a slight smile and chuckled to himself. "I'm sorry our time isn't going as I lead you to believe. I must admit I was testing you a bit, but mostly I wanted you alone to myself even if only for a few minutes." He donned his shirts, quickly tying his bowtie, and threw his jacket back on. "Come, the gathering is almost over, and we have a business deal to conclude." * * * They sat at the small conference table in Master Victor's office. Master Tristan had kept her on his arm all the way to the office, and now she sat beside him as if she were a part of the business deal about to proceed. The look that Master Victor was giving her made bow her head. She wished Master Tristan had dismissed her with the rest of the girls. "Master Tristan, are we able to conclude this deal with your partner absent?" "Yes, Master Sean regrets that he couldn't join us tonight, but I have full power to agree upon a deal on his behalf." "Now, let me review your proposal," Master Victor continued. "You're offering the previously disclosed sum of money in exchange for sixty percent of my shares in Synergies Corp, making you the largest shareholder. You would assume the president position on the board, and become the acting CEO." Master Tristan nodded as he ticked off each proposed item. "I am in agreement on everything but the percentage of my shares you would assume," Master Victor countered. "Come now, Tristan, if I may be so casual with you. Surely you don't need the full sixty percent of my shares in order to be the majority shareholder. Fifty-one percent would achieve that." "Victor, I don't need to explain to you of all people why having some wiggle room is wise." "But surely you're flexible on this. Why not I sell you fifty-four percent, I retain forty-six, and you have your wiggle room. I could even throw in one of my yachts for you, just to sweeten the deal!" Master Victor laughed loudly at his own joke. Master Tristan smiled tightly at Master Victor, but he leaned back in his chair considering the counter proposal. He glanced at the girl sitting beside him with her head still bowed. "Ok, we can be flexible. I will receive fifty-five percent of your shares, you retain forty-five, and I will keep the girl." At this last piece of the agreement, he gestured to her beside him. Her head shot up in shock, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked from Master Tristan to Master Victor, then immediately regretted it. She quickly bowed her eyes to the table top in front of her wishing she could crawl unseen from the room. And yet, something inside her thrilled at the idea of going home with Master Tristan. She knew nothing of him, but her evening with him was so different from every other evening that she couldn't help but hope that being his girl meant she would have more evenings like. Master Victor had apparently also been surprised by the final counter offer, but he recovered quickly. "Surely your birds are far more attractive than this little one here. Do you really think she would make a good addition to your menagerie?" Master Tristan just looked at Master Victor, waiting for an agreement or a counter. "Girl," Master Victor commanded, and there was no mistaking what he wanted. She got up as fast as she could and scurried over to him. She knelt beside his chair, "Sir." "What do you think, girl? Would you want to belong to Master Tristan?" She panicked. What answer did he want from her? If she said yes, then Master Victor might be furious that she wanted to leave. If she said no, he might be furious that she would dishonor his business deal. Her heart raced as she thought. Finally, she decided to go with the truth, "I would be honored to belong to Master Tristan." With her head bowed, she could see Master Victor's fists clench in his lap under the table, but he finally spoke, "Well, she certainly isn't worth the five percent of shares you lose," and laughed forcefully. "Let's just call this business done: the fifty-five percent and the girl are yours." He gestured to the steward who was standing near the door on the far side of the room. He disappeared through the door for a moment and reentered with Master Victor's and Master Tristan's lawyers behind him. The lawyers sat down at the table with the men as they all began to talk details about the contract and agreement. Master Victor poured liquor into glasses and passed them around the table. Throughout all of this, she didn't dare move, shift or even breathe, and she remained kneeling at the head of the table. That she was in shock at the turn of events only helped her remain completely still and forgotten by all the men in the room. Eventually, the steward was able to sneak unnoticed by the group and attend to her. He helped her to her feet and quickly ushered her from the room. * * * "What? He did what?" Keeper Michael yelled irately at the steward. "He sold her?" "Yes, that's what I said. She'll probably be delivered in the morning, but I need to speak with Master Victor about the details. Just get her ready for departure: wash her, find something to dress her in, and get that cage cleaned." The steward spun on his heel and rushed from the room. Keeper Michael muttered under his breath and threw whatever was in his hand at the wall. She kept her head bowed, but she could feel his dark glare on her. He stomped over to where she stood, and she flinched as he came to a stop right in front of her. He grabbed her upper arm and squeezed, "So you think you're getting away from here? That you're safe? If you're not leaving until the morning, I still have several hours with you." He called some of the other staff over and gave them directions to bathe her. They took her into the prep area which, under normal circumstances, she would have been delighted to get such attention. The staff gave her a manicure and pedicure, they scrubbed her entire body, washed her hair and gave her a conditioning oil treatment until her hair shone. The last part was a steaming bath with scented water where she should have been allowed to soak in peace for a short time; however, as she was stepping into the bath, Keeper Michael stepped into the room and directed the staff, "Once she's soaked and dry, please bring her to the Discipline Room." She began trembling uncontrollably in the bath. One of the staff tried to console her, but her soak didn't last long. With just a towel wrapped around her, she was escorted into the Discipline Room. Upon entering, she whimpered and tried to back out of the room. The staff escorting her had to force her into the center of the room and down on her knees on the floor. They took her towel and left her alone in the room. In the silence, she could hear her heart in her ears and realized she was breathing so quickly that she was feeling light headed. She doubted that passing out would prevent what was to come, and either way she knew it was going to be bad. She heard the door open, but didn't look up from the floor. She could feel Keeper Michael's eyes on her, and he circled her as she knelt in the middle of the room. She wanted to cry, to beg him not to do what he wanted to do to her, but she knew it would only give him more satisfaction. As if he could read her thoughts, he grabbed her hair to lift her head up toward him, "You know what's coming, don't you? If this is my last night with you, I'm going to make sure it's a night we'll both remember. Now stand up." She stood, and he brought a chair into the middle of the room where she had been kneeling. He sat and then patted his lap, "Let's get you warmed up." She assumed the position she know she was expected to take: she laid over his lap, putting her hands flat against the floor on one side and straightening her legs slightly apart on the other side. "As always, you don't need to count on your warm up." Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 01 She could feel his hands caressing her behind, circling her ass, finding their place. Holding her breath, she waited for the warm up to begin. Keeper Michael rubbed her ass for another minute, and then suddenly began spanking her. His warm ups never warmed up, and he started on her fast and hard. He hand spanked her over his knee for ten minutes. He alternated between her cheeks, and he spanked from the top of her legs up to the top of her ass. He spanked until her entire backside glowed red. She gritted her teeth and forced herself quiet during the warm up, although the tears on her cheeks betrayed her. When he stopped, they were both breathing hard. She felt him reach behind himself and bring out what she could only assume was his next spanking implement. He didn't make her wait to find out. "I brought the crop with me, because I know it's your favorite." He caressed the inside of her leg, and she whimpered. "Open your legs," he commanded. She kept her legs straight, but spread them apart as wide as she could in the position over his lap. Keeper Michael placed the crop on that soft point at the top of her leg where her pussy began. "You're getting twenty on each side. Count." He immediately lifted the crop and brought it down hard on that soft spot without any warning. She cried out in pain and surprise, but quickly called out, "One!" He brought the crop down again, and she called, "Two!" By the time she reached "Sixteen!", she was sobbing and her legs were shaking. He paused, "If you lose that position, we start over from the beginning. So feel free to leave position," and she could hear the smile in his voice. She set her resolve, locked her knees, and prepared herself for the next sting of the crop. "Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Ah, twenty!" Keeper Michael always made sure the last one was the hardest. She sobbed over his lap for a moment, and then she felt the end of the crop on the other side. She knew better than to say anything but couldn't stop herself, "Please, sir, can we take a break?" Keeper Michael laughed at her, "No, of course you can't! We're going to make the most of our time, and I'm going to punish you until you're unconscious. Now, back to business: if you leave your position, we start from one." His words only made her sob harder. She counted through those twenty, and he gave her permission to relax for a moment. She collapsed out of her position and lay limply over his lap crying and sobbing. She could feel him hard and throbbing through his pants. She knew this was his favorite part, when she lay broken and hurting on his lap. She felt him trail his fingers down her crack and poke his fingertip into her asshole in anticipation. She was exhausted and couldn't even muster the energy to resist. All she could do is cry, "No sir, please." "You know exactly where we're going next. I have the crop out, and you know I love spanking your anus. Get into position." She tried to obey quickly by straightening her legs behind her and pulling her arms to her sides. She reached back with her hands and pulled her cheeks apart to give Keeper Michael access to her anus. She determined to hold her position no matter what, but part of her knew he had exhausted her on purpose. "Ten crops to your anus. Count." He brought the end of the crop down hard on her opening, and she cried out loudly. Her breath hitched as she gasped for air, and she fought for her voice, "O-one!" He grinned and brought the crop down again. "T-t-two!" He flicked the crop down as hard as he could, and she stuttered through the next five counts. As she panted out "E... eight!" her legs and arms were shaking so badly that she probably looked like she was convulsing. Her asshole felt swollen and on fire. Keeper Michael paused in his blows, but she couldn't see why. She wanted to turn her head to see. Was he ending her spanking early? Suddenly he brought the crop down harder than even the previous blows. She flinched in surprise and shook in pain as her legs collapsed and her hands lost their grip on her ass cheeks. "No... please, sir, no more..." she cried in pain. "Oh, you poor thing. You left your position, and you know what that means," he said mockingly. "I can't... no, please..." Keeper Michael's tone changed immediately, "Get into position, now!" She tried to lift her legs and arms, but they fell back to the ground against her will, "Please, sir. I can't..." "You will obey me!" he shouted. Keeper Michael parted her ass cheeks with his one hand and rained quick, hard blows on her anus with the crop. She screamed out, but had no energy to resist. He released the rest of his anger on her, and he pushed her off his lap. She fell to the floor in a heap sobbing and whispering, "No more... no more..." Keeper Michael opened the door to the room. He turned back to her and said, "You will remember tonight," before walking out of the room. The steward entered the room after a moment and rushed over to her. "That bastard. Unfortunately, I don't think Master Victor minds sending you as damaged goods. We've got to get you to your cage, because they're ready for your delivery. Do you think you can walk?" She shook her head, and he nodded understandingly, "I'm going to pick you up. Brace yourself." Despite his warning, she cried out as he lifted her from the floor and carried her from the room. * * * She passed out the moment she hit the floor of her cage, so when she came to because she felt jostling she was disoriented. She was only able to crack her eyes open for a moment, but she saw two men on either side of her cage. She guessed she was being carried, but had no idea where. She heard door open, and a voice directed them to bring her inside. She felt her cage roughly placed on a hard floor. "Thank you for bringing her by. You may go, and we will return the cage to Master Victor later today." Master Tristan! She would recognize his voice anywhere now, it was etched on her memory. She heard a door close, and Master Tristan spoke roughly, "Get that thing open, now!" She heard someone scrambling with the top of her cage and the squeak as it was opened quickly. She felt arms slip underneath her to pick her up, and she cried out and whimpered as she was lifted. "Shh... You're safe now," and she realized she was in Master Tristan's arms and against his chest. She fought to open her eyes, she wanted to see his face. She found his eyes in his stern, dark face, "I missed you." He chuckled bleakly, "I'm glad you're here now." Her eye closed again, and she leaned her head against his chest. She felt that they were walking. Master Tristan leaned down to speak gently to her, "You're safe now. I'm taking you to the Birdhouse where my staff will help you get some rest and care for you. I cannot stay with you, but they know to treat you exactly as I would, so you will be safe with them too. Just rest now." His soft words relaxed her, and she felt the world drift away into darkness. Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 02 She slowly became aware of voices and noises, but none of them familiar. However, she knew something was really wrong by what she felt: comfortable. She was lying on her back on something soft and fluffy, and she was covered by some warm, soft blanket. She didn't let herself move, not wanting to alert the voices that she was conscious. She peeked her eyes open and looked up. She saw a gauzy white material peaked above her, cascading down to her sides. She slowly turned her head to one side and saw that the gauzy white fabric was held to the side by a white beam of some kind creating a kind of wall to the side of the bed she was in. Between this fabric wall and the bed was a white wardrobe against the solid wall that the bed sat against. She turned to the other side and saw the same white wall, and a white dressing table between the wall and the bed. The dressing table had an ornate mirror mounted on it and a matching chair on the floor in front of it. She didn't hear any urgency to the voices, and she assumed they were still unaware of her. She looked toward the foot of the bed and saw that the gauzy white material hung to create "doors" that were closed at the front of the "room" she was in. Realizing she had privacy, she sat up and took a better look around. Where in the world was she? She sat for a while unsure if she was supposed to wait for someone to come get her, but her stomach rumbled loudly. She threw her legs to the side of the bed and saw that she was naked. A white silk robe lay draped over the chair. She threw it on, smiling at the feel of it on her skin. Parting the fabric door slightly, she poked her head out to take a look. Directly across from her, she saw more peaked fabric rooms like the one she was in. They were in a line along a long wall, and they created a kind of hallway that she was looking out into. Every room, or the fabric that formed it, was a different color and textures. There was a red silk room, a green gauzy room, a deep blue velvet room, a black gauzy room, and more that she couldn't quite see from her vantage point. Most of the doors were hung open, so she could see they were similarly decorated to hers. Some pieces of furniture were the same color as their fabric, some darker or lighter, but all coordinated purposefully. Down the hall from her, the hallway opened up into a great room with some chairs and lounges from what she could see. There were several girls gathered in this area laughing and eating together, the source of the noises and voices she had awoken to. She stepped tentatively into the hallway and headed toward the great room. One of the girls noticed her and ran over to her, "Oh, you're awake!" The girl grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the other girls. She found her heart racing in nervousness. "Ok, I'm Cardinal, but you can call me Cardy. This is Blue Jay, we just call her Jay," she gestured to one of the girls in group. She turned to the other two, "This is Oriole, or Ory, and this is Flamingo, but we call her Min because that was the best we could get out of Flamingo." She was feeling very overwhelmed and had no idea what to say, so she just replied quietly, "Hi." The girl called Jay stood up. "Cardy, she has no idea where she is, and you go introducing her to everyone. You're going to scare her." Jay took her hand and helped her into a seat. "You're probably starving, aren't you?" She forgot her overwhelmed feelings and nodded emphatically. Cardy started throwing fruit and pastries onto a plate, and the girl they called Min jumped up to get her a glass of juice from a small bar behind her against the wall. She ate with abandon. Food had never tasted this good, and she was hungry! "While you eat, we'll give you the rundown," Jay started. "I'll be more helpful than Cardy, because she'd just get distracted and pepper you with questions." Cardy giggled, and Min poked her. "Ok, this," here Jay gestured grandly around herself, "is the Birdhouse. And we," here she gestured to herself and the girls around her, "are the Birds. All of Master Tristan and Master Sean's girls are Birds, and there are now ten of us total—including you. You'll see later why they call and name us this way, but there's no need to get into that now." "The most important thing you need to know is that Master Tristan and Master Sean are the best masters that a girl could ever wish for. They are kind and love each of us. Admittedly, some of us are more favored than others," here Ory, Cardy and Min all rolled their eyes together, "but none of us is mistreated." "We live, for the most part, here in the Birdhouse. The staff brings us our meals, and there are a bunch of facilities out that door," she gestured to the opposite side of the room where a set of double frosted glass doors sat, "like an exercise room, the spa, the salon, and even an outside garden. There's even a theater where you can watch TV or movies." "That's all during the week. Some nights there might be a special dinner or business meeting, but the main events are the gatherings on the weekends. You might be familiar with the gatherings if you come from another Master in the area." She shivered in response to the memories Jay triggered but nodded to have her continue. "Master Tristan and Master Sean are very strict in their rules on how us Birds are to be treated. For the most part, we don't usually have problems with any of our Masters' business partners. In fact, some of us quite enjoy them," Jay said this last line looking obviously at Cardy who threw a pillow at Jay and responded, "James is fantastic, and don't you think for a moment you wouldn't grab him up if he'd have you!" Jay continued, "Most of us have a few favorites," and she smiled mischievously. "No matter when a gathering or another event is, we pretty much get pampered the entire day with massages, hair do's, manicures, the works. Which, speaking of, I believe you're due for as soon as you're finished eating. You've been out for two days! But you weren't in great shape when Master Tristan brought you here." Jay and the other Birds looked at her sympathetically. She refused to let herself remember the reason she was in that condition, but she shifted in her seat realizing for the first time that she didn't hurt everywhere like she should. "So if you're finished, I'll go get the stylists. You need to get ready! You're meeting with Master Tristan and Master Sean tonight." * * * She had spent fully the entire day getting ready. She looked at herself in the mirror, amazed at how beautiful they had made her. Her skin practically glowed with all the lotions and soaks she had. Her makeup was very simple and nature, barely looking like she was wearing any at all. They had put her in a simple white silk dress with thin straps. She thought it looked like the most elegant night gown she had ever seen, but the stylist assured her it was a dress. She wore simple strappy heels to match her dress, and they put a silver necklace on her that curved in intricate patterns around small diamonds. But the most amazing piece of her was her hair. They trimmed her hair, but didn't take any of her length; it remained long, coming down to the lower part of her back. It was styled perfectly straight, which is how it normally hung naturally, but it was now styled absolutely straight without a single hair out of place. Finally, they had used oil conditioners and brushed it for about thirty minutes, so that now her hair shone practically luminescent. Her normal platinum blond color now looked silver with the care and attention she received today. Seeing that she was ready, her stylist called for the butler. He was an older man, and he had a nice smile and kind eyes. When he arrived, he introduced himself as Hudson. He took her hand and placed it around his elbow, just like Master Tristan had the first night she met him. He led her from the Birdhouse to meet her new masters. * * * She and Hudson arrived at Master Tristan and Master Sean's private apartments. "Now, wait here a moment, Miss, while I check to see if they're ready for you. I hate to leave you standing in the hallway, but you are such a vision that I want you to have a big entrance." He smiled at her and ducked through one of the double doors in front of them. She heard muffled voices from within, and in a moment Hudson was back through the door. "They're ready for you, Miss. I'll open both of the doors. I want you to count to five slowly, and then you can come in. Ok?" She nodded nervously. Hudson opened the doors expertly with one motion, and disappeared into the room beyond them. The part of the room she could see was decorated in soft neutral colors. There was a couch and several arm chairs around a short coffee table, but she couldn't see into the room beyond that yet. She counted to five a slowly as she could force herself, and then she stepped into the room. She turned and saw the room, just beyond where she previously could not see, stretched back and opened up into a large open area. A small dining table sat to the back of the room opposite a bar on the other wall. In the open area between the dining table and the bar stood Hudson and her new masters. Hudson motioned her in further, and she walked back toward them. She recognized Master Tristan instantly, her heart skipping beat just to see him again. The man beside him seemed to be Master Tristan's opposite. Where Master Tristan stood dark and imposing, young man beside him was relaxed and grinning at her. He had light brown hair, and she couldn't decide if it wasn't styled at all or if it was styled to look un-styled. He had light brown eyes that sparked. They were both dressed in tuxedos. Her masters just stood looking at her for a long moment, but the younger man she assumed was Master Sean broke the silence with a whistle that could only be described as appreciative. Master Sean walked up to her and took her hands in both of his. "Tristan's description of you didn't do you justice. You are possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He smiled and motioned for her to turn around, and she did. "Tristan, you need to get your eyes checked." "Well, I only got to see her under Victor's care. The man is a fool who had no idea what he had." "I'll agree with you there." Master Sean moved to the side to let Master Tristan stand in front of her. He gently pulled her chin up to look at him like he did when they first met, but this time he leaned down to kiss her pushing his lips between hers. She could feel the desire behind them. "Hey!" Master Sean exclaimed from beside them. Master Tristan ignored him, but explained to her, "Sean and I share everything. Some nights you will have us both at the same time, and we will teach you how delightful that can be." Master Tristan smiled his small smile, but she noticed for the first time how it touched his eyes. "But tonight... you are mine." "Hey, but we haven't named her yet!" Master Tristan kept his eyes on hers, but answered his partner, "Sean, isn't it obvious?" He stepped back from her keeping her his arm's length away so he could see her from head to toe. "She will be our Swan." * * * Master Tristan carried Swan into the bedroom that was through double doors off the living area they were just in. He set Swan down on her feet, and slipped her dress off her shoulders. The silk fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. Swan now wore only her shoes and jewelry; her stylist must have guessed well as to her evening activities. Swan felt goose bumps spread up her spine, but not from being cold. Master Tristan trailed his hand from her cheek, down her neck, over her breast and stomach, and linger between her legs. Swan closed her eyes and sighed in delight. He slipped his fingers up and into her. Swan couldn't control her desire, and she tilted her pelvis toward his fingers and leaned into Master Tristan. Her hands found their way to his face and into his hair, and she pulled him down to her mouth to kiss him fervently. After a moment, he pulled away from the kiss, but twisted his fingers into her deeper. "Who are you now?" "I am Swan," she answered breathlessly. "Who do you belong to?" "My Master Tristan and Master Sean." Swan gasped as he shifted his fingers inside her again, "Oh, I am yours!" He leaned down and kissed her hard. She was thrilled to feel his desire match her own. Master Tristan broke the kiss and pushed her back on to the bed. He slipped his jacket off, and his shirts quickly followed. When he reached to open his pants, Swan's hands stopped him and picked up where he left off. She pushed his pants down, and his black silk boxers quickly followed. Swan looked into his eyes and took his hard cock into her hands. She saw fire leap into his eyes, and Master Tristan lost the control he so carefully held on to. He pushed Swan on her back and lay on top of her. She gasped in pleasure just to have his skin on hers. He kissed from her breast, up her neck, and kissed her hard on the lips. He looked into her eyes to savor the moment, but Swan was ahead of him. "Please," she breathed, "I need you inside me." Master Tristan was more than happy to oblige her, and he pushed in to her. She gasped and cried out in pleasure. He watched her face as she completely lost herself in the moment. She was amazing and beautiful. Swan twisted her pelvis, her body language begged Master Tristan to move inside her. He pulled out slightly and pushed into her again. Moving in and out of her, he could feel her energy building. Swan's entire body tightened, and he climaxed with her. They collapsed into each other and simply laid there breathing hard. Swan giggled after a moment, and Master Tristan kissed her gently. He pulled her to the top of the bed and covered the two of them with the sheets. She immediately fell asleep in his arms with a smile on her face. Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 03 Swan stretched in the gigantic bed and noticed she was alone. Looking around the room for Master Tristan, she noticed that the bed was in shambles: the sheets had come undone, blankets were askew, pillows thrown to the side and on the floor. She smiled thinking of the love they made every couple of hours throughout the night. But now sun streamed in through floor to ceiling windows, and stomach told her it was definitely time to get up. She put on the white silk robe that Hudson must have brought in sometime during the night. She opened the doors and saw Master Tristan in a robe and Master Sean in his own night clothes having breakfast at the elegant dining table she saw last night. "Look who's awake!" Master Sean exclaimed. He waggled his eyebrows at her and whispered loudly, "I thought he might have broken you." Swan smiled at him and sat the table. Master Tristan poured her a cup of coffee while Master Sean continued, "I mean, I was surprised he was able to keep you busy all night," here he mockingly glared at his partner, "not sharing you with anyone else who might have wanted to play with you." Master Tristan's eyes looked toward the ceiling for a second, and Swan realized he had just rolled his eyes. She would have thought her new master—at least one of them—was too dignified to ever roll his eyes. She giggled at them both and helped herself to a pastry and some fruit. "So, Swan and I get to become acquainted this morning." "You aren't going into the city today then?" Master Tristan questioned. Master Sean's tone changed slightly for the serious, "No, but I'll spend the afternoon here. I need to touch base with Don and review the Provenance contract." "I'll probably do the same. Just join me in the office once you and Swan are sufficiently acquainted." Master Tristan drained the last of his coffee and disappeared into the bedroom to dress for the day. He came out shortly later in khakis and a grey button down shirt. He kissed Swan on the top of her head, and entered through another set of doors in the room that Swan assumed lead to their office. Master Sean grinned at Swan, "Shall we?" * * * Master Sean slipped the white robe from Swan's shoulders and stood back to admire her standing in front of him. "Even without the dress, the makeup and jewelry, you are still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Victor is a fool." He stepped close to her, and his face hardened, "I want you to know that you are safe with me. I will destroy anyone who ever hurts you." He leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. But Swan leaned into the kiss as if answering with her desire that she believed his words. Her new masters amazed her, and she realized she was fervently in love with both of them despite barely knowing them. She looked up at Master Sean and began unbuttoning his night shirt, "Allow me." He smiled at her, "Why you forward thing! Alright, I'll allow it." She pushed the night shirt from him and flung it to the floor. Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his night pants. She pushed them to the floor as well, letting her master's cock spring free. She couldn't resist taking him into her hands, to feel his soft skin over hard desire. Swan looked him in the eye and began to lower herself to her knees. His eyes widened a little as he watched her take him into her mouth, all the while keeping her eyes on his. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, smiling when she heard him gasp in pleasure. She took him all the way in until his tip rested at the back of her throat. Then she stroked the underside of his shaft with the tip of her tongue as she pulled away from him slowly. "Oh god, Swan. That is amazing. You are amazing." His pleasure only encouraged her, and she repeated the motion: taking him fully into her mouth and stroking the underside of his shaft as he left her mouth. She did this excruciatingly slow several more times before picking up the tempo. As she sped up, she added a swirl with her tongue around his tip at the end. Plunge into her mouth, stroke, and swirl. Again and again until she heard him grunt, "Oh Swan!" She plunged him into her mouth and held him there as he emptied himself down her throat. When he had finished, she slowly pulled him out of her mouth cleaning him off as she did. He looked down at her with adoration and amazement. Master Sean picked her up by her shoulders and threw her onto the bed, collapsing beside her in a heap. "That was most certainly not fair of you," he accused her. "Not fair?" She started to worry that she had done something wrong, but that's definitely not what his body language had told her. "Yes. I brought you in here with every intention of impressing you with my sexual prowess, and you ambush me before I can even get started." He grinned at her and then kissed her cheek. "But now it's my turn, and prepared to be impressed." He got up on his hands and knees and crawled down the bed watching her like a predator stalking his prey. He grabbed her ankles and pushed them far apart. He stalked up her legs and leaned down over her pussy. He inhaled, like she was a delicate glass of wine and he was appreciating her bouquet. He inserted two fingers into her. She squeaked with delight. He brought his face down, slipping his tongue between the lips of her pussy and finding that oh-so sensitive nub, and made her cry out for more. Swan had never had anyone pleasure her like this, and she didn't want it to stop. His fingers twisted and poked inside her while his tongue circled and flicked her. Her head spun. She didn't know what sensation to focus on. Her free hands thrashed the bed and gripped the sheets, but she kept her lower half still not wanting to interrupt anything that was currently happening down there. Suddenly she felt all the sensation build at one point in her pussy. Her legs tightened, her toes curled, then she felt like she was exploding into a million tiny pieces. When she finally found her breath, Master Sean crawled back to the top of the bed and she nestled into the crook of his side. He could feel her energy, and she was practically purring with satisfaction. "I'll assume you are duly impressed. Then my work is done. I'll let Tristan know I'm taking the rest of the day off." They lay in satisfied silence for a bit, but then Swan turned to look at her master, "No, you need to work, and I don't want to be the one to distract you from it." Master Sean frowned at her, and she finished with a smile, "At least not too much." "Ugh, fine. I'll do some work, but later. Now, let's have a bath." He stood and picked her up into his arms carrying her into the bathroom. * * * Swan tied the sash on her robe and went to the dining room where Hudson was laying out their lunch. After a bath and then another—amazing—session with Master Sean, she was famished. "Miss Swan, can I make you a plate?" "Yes please, Hudson. I'm starving." "I figured you might be after all the... activity you've had," Hudson's face remained serious, but she could see a twinkle in his eye. He set a plate in front of her, and she dived in without waiting for her masters. Part of her mind hoped that she wouldn't get in trouble for not waiting, but another part of her mind said her masters wouldn't want her going hungry. Hudson knocked on the closed office door twice, and after a moment Master Tristan emerged and grabbed a plate as well. Eventually, Master Sean came from the bedroom, dressed and ready for his own time in the office. He fixed a plate and sat at the table with them. "Swan, you look amazing in that robe. Never wear anything else." Master Tristan nodded seriously, "I agree. I'll have her stylists create an entire line of robes for her." Swan laughed at them both and sat back from her lunch satisfied. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but then thought better of it and decided to remain quiet. Her conflict must have been obvious on her face, because Master Tristan put his fork down and looked at her. "Swan, you are always free to speak with us. As long as you're being respectful, there's nothing you could say that would result in punishment." "It's pretty rare that we or the staff ever have to punish one of our Birds, and it's not something we particularly enjoy," Master Sean chimed in. "And we never want you to feel like you can't talk to us." Their lunch conversation had taken such a serious turn so suddenly, that now Swan felt silly that her question wasn't more important. "I had just been wondering what I do for the rest of the day while you work." Master Sean smiled, "Well, anything you want to do. You're certainly welcome to go back to the Birdhouse. But you can also stay here for the day. We have a library through those doors there, you can go into the garden, or I'm sure Hudson can put you to work dusting." Hudson winked at her and huffed, "I challenge you, Master Sean, to find a single speck of dust anywhere in these apartments." "Then I'd like to stay here for the day," Swan answered shyly. She liked the idea of being close to Master Tristan and Master Sean, even if they were otherwise occupied. "I'll bring you a change of clothes from the Birdhouse, Miss Swan." "No!" Master Sean said as he wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood up from the table. "We declared that she may only wear this robe for the rest of her days." He bent to place a chaste peck on her lips, "I'm off to work," and he disappeared into the office. Master Tristan, who had also finished his lunch, stood as well. He spoke in a low voice to Hudson, who nodded and left the apartment to obey some order. Then Master Tristan stepped over to where Swan sat, wrapped his arm around her waist, and lifted her out of chair so that she was standing and pressed against his front. "I'm glad you enjoyed your morning with Sean." Swan blushed realizing he was implying that he heard her... enjoyment. He smiled his small smile at her blush, and brushed aside a piece of her hair over her shoulder. Leaning down, he kissed her neck, then her jaw, then a long kiss on her lips. She leaned in to him, wanting it to last longer, but Master Tristan broke the kiss after a moment. "I'll be thinking of you today." He let go of her waist, stepped into the office with Master Sean and closed the door. * * * Swan sat out in the garden on a chaise, basking in the sunshine. She never got to go outside much when she was Master Victor's, so the freedom to just explore was exhilarating. The sun was warm on her arms and legs; she only wore a pair of white jean shorts and a lacey white tank. She couldn't decide if she would only ever wear white clothing, or if Hudson was just trying to help her continue to impress her new masters. She got up from the chaise and walked further into the garden. At first she worried to Hudson that she would get lost, the garden looked as though it never ended. But Hudson assured her that there was a high hedge the bordered the entire estate, and the different gardens around the estate were divided to keep them separate. In short, she wouldn't be able to accidentally wander off the estate. The garden was beautiful. There were benches, chaises, tables and chairs to be found in many different places. There were also tall statues, fountains and small ponds to be found. She even found a pond filled with koi and a small stone bridge crossing it. The most interesting feature, however, were the birdhouses and bird feeders scattered everywhere: in trees, on high poles, and set into walls. She saw more birds than she even knew existed. They were lovely to hear and see. As the sun lowered in the sky, she eventually found herself back in front of the French doors leading to Master Tristan and Master Sean's apartment. She was half surprised she found her way back. Wondering if they were finished with work yet, she went inside. Swan noticed that the office door was slightly ajar, and she could hear her masters' voices from with. Their conversation at lunch made her feel bold, so she poked her head through to look inside. Their office was a long carpeted room with a huge ebony desk on each end. There were two couches and two chairs around a coffee table in the middle of the room, and the walls were lined with shelves holding binders, books, odds and ends. Master Tristan stood with a phone to his ear behind his desk. Master Sean, also talking on a phone, sat behind his desk with his feet propped up on the desk top. Master Tristan noticed Swan and motioned for her to come in. She stepped into the room, but didn't want to interrupt either of them. She wandered over toward the shelves to look around. Master Sean must have ended his call, because he came up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her sun-warmed shoulder. She twisted in his arms and kissed him fervently, surprised by her own need for him after only being apart for a few hours. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Do you remember what you did to me this morning? Your ambush?" She giggled silently and nodded. "I want you to ambush Tristan right now." She pulled away from him quickly and shook her head in fear. She couldn't interrupt his work that way, she knew it would get her punished. But Master Sean was still smiling and he whispered again, "No, my sweet Swan, trust me. Ambush him," and with this he smiled wickedly at her. It was laughable and ridiculous, but her heart was pumping in her chest. Master Tristan flopped down in one of the chairs in the middle of the room, conceivably where he had the best view of his partner. Swan headed over to Master Tristan's desk, where he was still standing speaking on the phone. She stepped up to him, and he smiled at her but continued his business conversation. She was unsure of how to start in this context, so she just put her hands on his chest and gently rubbed circles with her thumbs. She was trying to be subtle. After a moment she moved her hands down to his sides, around his waist. Looking up at him, he continued to speak into the phone, but she thought she saw an underlying question in his eyes. Swan decided to ambush him. She pushed at his waist until he fell into his office chair behind him. Swan was silently glad that the move did not surprise him enough to interrupt his conversation. She was actually quite impressed at his focus so far. Suddenly she found herself wanting to challenge his focus. Pushing his knees apart, she knelt in front of him between his legs. She reached for the zipper on his pants, and looked up at his face. His eyes widened slightly at her, but his conversation continued. She pulled the zipper down, reached inside, and sprung his cock free of his boxers and pants. She softly wrapped her hand around his shaft, and she heard him pause in the middle of his sentence. She smiled and looked up at him, catching him in his mistake, but he continued quickly so the other end of his conversation would not suspect anything. Swan leaned down just touching the tip of her tongue to the tip of his cock. She looked up at Master Tristan and watched his face as she swirled her tongue around his tip. She saw his breathing change a bit, but no other change. She slowly took him into her mouth entirely, until her lips were at the base of his shaft. Then, like she did to Master Sean that morning, she pressed the front of her tongue to the underside of his cock and stroked it slowly as she pulled him out of her mouth. She heard her master stumble on his words. He cleared his throat and said to the other end, "Why don't you give me the rundown of the schedule." She could hear the muffled words from the other end of the phone as whoever it was started just reading through the schedule. Master Tristan tipped the phone away from his mouth as his breathing became heavy. Swan swirled her tongue around his tip again and then plunged him deep in her mouth. She heard his breathing hitch as she stroked that sensitive area slowly. Again, she attacked him bringing him to the back of her throat. Once more, and then she picked up her pace. She stroked with her tongue faster and a twist of her tongue between strokes. It wasn't long before she hear him grit his teeth and toss the phone onto his desk top. His hands tangled in her hair, but they didn't force her head. She thrust him into the back of her mouth and held him there, stroking the orgasm out of him with her tongue. Her master exploded in her throat, and she could feel his pulse with her lips. She started to pull away simply because she needed to breathe, but she could feel him still throbbing with his climax. She just pulled him to the front of her mouth, swallowing his deposit, and cleaning him with her tongue. He finished, and she tucked him back into his pants. She zippered him closed and sat back on her heels as if nothing happened at all. Master Tristan picked up his phone, cleared his throat, and simply said, "Jones, I'll have to call you back tomorrow," and he hung up the phone. He looked at Swan, and she suddenly felt as if she couldn't read his face. Her heart started to race. Was this a mistake? Was he furious with her? Breaking the silence, Master Sean burst out laughing. He laughed so hard that he looked like he might fall out of his chair. Master Tristan leaned over her and asked, "Did he put you up to that?" Swan's head spun. What was the right answer? Would she get Master Sean in trouble if she said "yes?" Would she be in trouble if she said "no?" Finally, she just nodded a tiny nod, as if not wanting to admit the truth. Master Tristan stood up from his chair and picked her up by the shoulders as he did so. He bent and kissed her hard on the lips. "That... was amazing." Master Sean finally got his laughter under control, "I've seriously never seen you so distracted. It was amazing, right? I told you so." Swan looked from one of her masters to the other. They had talked about her? She assumed they would have been focused on their work, but apparently they had talked together about her. No matter. She breathed a sigh of relief to know her actions hadn't been a colossal mistake. Master Tristan kissed her again, and Master Sean mused, "Seriously. Amazing." * * * They ate dinner together, but then the Masters had to go to a late business meeting in the city. They called Hudson after dinner, kissed her goodbye, and sent her back to the Birdhouse. The Birdhouse was technically her home, but it still felt foreign to her. She entered the great room and noticed that there were a lot more Birds lounging around than those she had met when she first woke up here. Jay and Cardy noticed her, and Cardy yelled, "Oh my gosh, she's finally back!" Cardy rushed over to her and attacked her with a hug. Swan had a feeling that she was going to be Cardy's good friend whether she wanted to be or not, but she did like her. Jay and Min came over to her as well. "Have you been with Master Tristan and Master Sean this whole time?" Min asked. "Well, yes. I mean, they worked in their office this afternoon," Swan answered. The tone in Min's voice made her wonder. She sounded almost incredulous. Jay threw the next question at her, "So you just, like, hung out in their private apartment?" "Um... yes?" It came out as a question, because Swan couldn't figure out what was going on. Cardy seemed to be the only one who was picking up on Swan's confusion. "Swan, all of us have been with Master Tristan and Master Sean at least a couple of times. But only a couple of us get to be with them regularly, and only rarely in their private apartments. No one here has ever just spent the day with our Masters." Swan started to understand their tones, but now she was almost confused more. Why would her Masters pick her to be with them like this? Why her? Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 03 The other girls in the room noticed the gathering and came over—Swan thought—to say hello. However, when they approached her, one of them said, "Is this her? This is the new Bird?" Her tone was not welcoming. "Well, what name did they give you?" "Swan," she answered in a very small voice. Cardy, either oblivious to the tension or not caring, gushed, "Oh, I should have known with all the white!" She pulled Swan away from the group to sit down. Cardy muttered under her breath, "Don't pay any attention to Pea. She's kind of the Master's favorite. Well, at least she used to be," and she snickered to herself. Jay and Min sat with them. "Oh, you probably haven't even met everyone else yet," Min noticed. "You met Ory before—she's in the salon right now—and you, unfortunately, met Peacock when you came in. Everyone calls her Pea..." Cardy cut her off and whispered, "We call her Cock." Min rolled her eyes, "Pea hangs out mostly with Raven. The other gals don't seem to mind Pea and Raven much, but they more hang out together. There's Starling, or Star, and Robin and Macaw, but don't call her Macaw unless you want a black eye. She's kind of... athletic, so we call her Mac." Cardy yawned, "Ok, now she knows everyone. Can we get to bed yet?" And to Swan, "Tomorrow is a gathering!" Swan needed to know, "What are your gatherings like?" Min answered, and Swan could hear the pride in her voice, "Master Tristan and Master Sean's gatherings are known as the best gatherings, better than anyone else's. They have business partners fly in from all around the world just for their gatherings. I've heard some of their partners talk about how they sought out our Master's business just so they could get invited to the gatherings." Cardy jumped in, "And some of their partners are quite nice!" She grinned mischievously. "I don't think Swan will have any problem finding someone to treat her nicely for the evening," Jay said sarcastically. "You're going to be a hit. Just remember, there are rules—the staff will run through them with you tomorrow—and Master Tristan and Master Sean expect their guests to stick to the rules. They've thrown out important business partners from a gathering for not following the rules." "Ok!" Cardy practically shouted, "She knows about the gatherings now. Can we get to bed? I need my beauty sleep!" Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 04 Swan's Song: Birds of a Feather CHAPTER 4 Swan had quite a day already, and it was only early evening. After sleeping in, she, Cardy and Ory all went to get massages. Then she had a perfumed bath, a delectable lunch, followed by a trip to the salon for her nails and hair. She felt like she should have been exhausted, but the whole day was so relaxing that she just had fun. Now they were on their way to the dressing room, and the girls buzzed with excitement to see Swan's new costumes. They entered an enormous and elaborate room with long racks of sparkling clothes and even mannequins between the racks. Each rack held costumes of a single color scheme, but every rack had a different color scheme. Her friends ran over to their racks and mannequins to see what their stylists had picked out for them that night. Swan found it easy to find her rack: all she had to do was look for the white. There was a man standing beside her mannequin, "Hi! You must be Swan, because your hair is amazing. I'm Eric, and I'm your stylist." He leaned over to kiss her on each cheek in greeting. "Actually, I'm stylist for a couple of you Birds, but you get me all to yourself tonight because this is your first gathering! It's your big debut. I heard Master Tristan and Master Sean threw tonight's gathering just to introduce you to their closest friends." "Wait until you see what I have picked for you!" Eric stepped away from the mannequin, and Swan was speechless. The main piece was a white silk boned corset that was covered with intricate white embroidery and speckled with diamonds. As she stepped closer, she could see that the embroidered pattern looked like feathers. The corset had a strapless sweetheart neckline that was lined with actual tiny white feathers. With it was a simple white thong panty that was covered with the same tiny white feathers. The mannequin was also wearing a kind of cap that had feathers plaited to the top but they stuck out in the back creating a kind of vertical fan. Swan realized it was designed to look like a bird's head crest, except that it was littered with diamonds. Eric swept himself aside again and picked up the last piece of the outfit, "And this will be your crowning glory." He held the piece in one hand and draped it over his opposite arm. It was made of long, flowing white feathers. It tapered at the top in his hand and became a cascade, a wide fan of feathers and strings of diamonds. In his hand where all the feathers tapered together, they were attached to a thin metal stem or tube about half an inch wide. The stem was about four inches long with a big metal ball about 2 inches wide on the end opposite the feathers. Swan gasped as she suddenly realized what it was. It was a tail. She looked at Eric in horror and stepped back from him. He tried to help, "Oh honey, it's not as bad as it looks" but Swan shook her head. Unwanted memories that she tried to lock away began to come to her unbidden. Memories of gatherings at Master Victor's and frequent punishments. Eric looked lost, "Ah, Cardy, can you help?" Cardy rushed over and saw Swan melting down. She grabbed Swan by the shoulders and forced her to look her in the eye, "Swan, breathe, right now. Close your eyes," and Swan did as she was told, "Now think of your night with Master Tristan. Think of your morning with Master Sean." Swan's heart slowed and she found she was able to open her eyes to look at Cardy. "I promise that this is the worst part about being a Bird. I also promise you that it is not that bad. It hurts for a moment when they put your tail in, but then it's done. It's over, and you will be so beautiful that you'll forget you even have it in. Ok?" Swan looked at Cardy and nodded. If Master Tristan and Master Sean wanted her to wear a tail, then she knew she could do this to please them. "You can even watch them put in my tail and Jay's tail before they do yours, ok?" Swan turned back to Eric, and Cardy patted her on the shoulder. Eric helped her into the panties and corset. He pulled the sides of her hair back to fasten the cap on her head. Then he held up her tail, "We'll get your shoes on after your tail is in. Also, I made your tail tonight only come down to your calves. They're prettier when they're floor length, but I wouldn't risk you tripping over your tail on your first night." Eric walked her to the back of the dressing room where there were several low, padded tables. Swan saw Cardy and Jay arrive with their stylist and tails. Cardy and Jay were wearing costumes similar to hers, but not quite as intricate and without any diamonds. Cardy wore a red velvet corset and Jay's corset was a shimmering blue that seemed to turn black when the light hit it just right. "You can watch me get my tail put in," Cardy comforted her, "Really, it's not bad." Cardy kneeled on her hands and knees on top of one of the tables. Her stylist stood behind her as Cardy presented him her ass. He took a tube of lubricant out of his pocket and spread some on his finger. Swan could see him push his finger into Cardy's anus. Even just watching, Swan could feel her heart beat speed up and she tried unsuccessfully to control her breathing. Cardy's stylist poked into her ass twice more until he was satisfied she was wet enough. Then he took the end of Cardy's tail, the part with the big ball. He placed it at Cardy's opening, and then he looked to her face. Swan saw Cardy take a deep breath relaxing herself, and she nodded to her stylist. He started pushing the ball into her asshole slowly—Swan could see her opening start to expand—but he must have then pushed hard on it because it suddenly popped into Cardy's ass and disappeared. The stem that held Cardy's beautiful red cascade of feathers could barely be seen, and when Cardy stood you couldn't see it at all. It looked as though a beautiful feathered tail had just grown right out of her. She looked beautiful, and Swan finally understood why her Masters called them their Birds. Swan watched Jay go through the same process. If anything, Jay made it look even easier. Swan was starting to think she could do this. Jay got up off of the table. Eric took her hand, "You ready?" He walked Swan over to the table, and she got down on her hands and knees like the other girls had. She turned her head and could see Cardy and Jay watching. Cardy gave her a thumbs up, Jay smiled reassuringly. She heard Eric snap open a tube and turned to see him putting lubricant on his finger. He smiled at her, "I like to keep it in my pocket because it keeps it warm for you." She squeezed her eyes shut and felt his finger at her opening. He pushed and his finger slipped into her. Eric twisted his finger slightly to spread the lube, and then pulled his finger out. Swan heard him reapply the lube, and he pushed his finger into her again, twisted back and forth a couple of times, and then pulled out. Once more she heard the snap of the tube and then felt his finger enter her, but this time he did not twist or pull out. "Swan," and she could feel him lay his other hand on the small of her back, "Swan, I need you to relax and breathe. You're too tight to do this." Until he said this, she didn't realize that not only was she tightening her sphincter in fear, and she was breathing so quickly that she felt light headed. Swan opened her eyes and saw Cardy kneel down in front of her. Cardy placed her hands on the sides of Swan's face and looked into her eyes. "Just breathe with me," and Cardy exaggeratedly breathed in and out slowly. Swan focused on her breathing, and she felt her heart rate slow. "Now, close your eyes again, and think of Master Tristan and Master Sean," she instructed her. Swan did as Cardy told her and filled her mind with the memories of yesterday. "Ok, Swan. Now relax all your muscles, and I want you to focus on your behind. Relax and push out slightly." Again, Swan did as she was told. She felt Eric pull his finger out of her ass easily now that she was relaxed. She could feel the cool metal as he placed the end of her tail at her anus. He started to push slightly, and her opening started to expand. That familiar sharp ache hit her. She opened her mouth to cry out when suddenly Eric pushed on the ball of her tail hard and it slipped inside her. Her eyes popped open in surprise. She could feel the ache a little bit still, but since the stem was so thin it was quickly disappearing. Cardy let go of Swan's face and helped her to stand up. By the time she was on her feet, Swan didn't feel the pain any more. Her ass felt full, but not uncomfortably so. She actually felt her pussy tingle a little at the feeling. She smiled at Cardy and Eric, almost embarrassed by her behavior now. Eric hugged her, "See, not too bad, right?" Swan nodded, and Eric led her over to a large mirror on the wall. She couldn't believe what she even saw in the mirror. She sparkled and shimmered, and her plume of feathers in back made her look like a swan from a fairy tale. Eric turned her around and exclaimed, "There's no way they couldn't be wow'ed by you!" Then he turned serious for a moment, "I need to give you a rundown of the rules real quick before you leave. There's not many of them, but Master Tristan and Master Sean are very strict about following them." "First, a few rules around your tail. You must keep your tail in. They're designed to stay in easily, just be careful not to step on it or pull it out. You are not allow to touch your tail. Your stylist or one of the staff are the only ones who can touch your tail. Guests are not allowed to take out your tail. Really, it's mostly to your benefit. The masters believe that assholes are for tails and punishments." "Second, guests are not allowed to hurt you. This rule is the only rule that's kind of fuzzy, because you get to decide what it means. If you like a little playful spanking, then it's not hurting you. If you don't like a little playful spanking, then it's hurting you. Understand?" Swan nodded and thought that she liked the rules so far. "Third, you absolutely must obey what any of the guests and masters tell you to do, as long as it's not breaking either of the first two rules. Any disobedience will be seen as disrespect, and there's no tolerance on this one. Disobedience always results in swift and severe punishment." Swan nodded again, and a little more seriously. She always did what she could to avoid any punishment, and she definitely didn't want to make Master Tristan or Master Sean—or any of her new friends on the staff for that matter—have to punish her. "Ok!" one of the other stylists shouted, "It's show time!" * * * The Birds had been escorted as a big group to a second floor hallway. They stopped in front of a large set of oak double doors. Cardy explained to Swan that tonight's gathering was smaller, but that their masters obviously wanted to make an impression, because behind the doors they stood at was a huge staircase that curved down into the grand front hall. As the girls milled around the doors waiting for their entrance, Pea pushed through to the front with Raven following behind her. Swan hadn't gotten a good look at Pea yet, and her costume made Swan feel small and plain. Pea's hair was pulled tight into a bun with a fan of beautiful peacock feathers with specks of glitter. Her corset was a deep blue silk with a small sequined pattern of more feathers in it. She wore boy brief lace panties that matched the blue of her corset. But Pea's tail was the most amazing part. It must have been weighty on her because not only was it a cascade of peacock feathers and glitter, but it was long enough to reach the floor and trail behind her. She truly looked like a fantasy peacock, and Swan now felt like the paled in comparison. Hudson came through the doors and gave instructions to the staff, "I'll take Miss Swan through now, and the rest of the Birds are to follow after a minute or two. Watch me for your cue." Pea looked surprised at his words, but as Hudson walked over to Swan to take her through the doors Pea's eyes turned to daggers. Swan was glad she was leaving the hallway right away. The double doors closed behind her, and she saw that she and Hudson were standing on a large landing at the top of large stairs in a very large room. The room's ceiling was two stories high, so that the second floor landing she stood on was halfway up in the room. It gave her an excellent view of what was happening below. Swan could hear the soft music of a string quartet playing, and she picked them out quickly in the corner of the room. Near the quartet players was a bar. The rest of the room had large comfy looking arm chairs, couches, lounges and tables of different sizes to fit with the furniture they were pair with. Around the room, men in tuxedos sat, stood, talked and laughed. The room was enormous, but there were only about fifty or so men milling about. The mismatched size of the gathering oddly made it seem small and intimate. She looked down the stairs to the next landing, and there Swan saw Master Tristan and Master Sean. Her face lit with joy, and she had the urge to bound down the stairs and run to them. Hudson must have felt her unconsciously pull, because he tightened his elbow around her hand and said under his breath, "Slowly, Miss." Swan straightened her back and proceeded down the stairs toward her masters. When she got to the landing, Master Tristan took her hand and kissed her. He placed her hand on his arm and stepped to the side. Master Sean kissed her and placed her other hand on his arm. Her two escorts then led her down the stairs. Men that had been milling about in the room began to look their direction. One man near the bottom of the stairs came right over to them, "Tristan, Sean, so this is the Bird you've been quite obsessed with lately? Well I can understand why, now." He appreciatively looked Swan up and down, and then laughed. "Treat them right, my dear, and they're yours." "Swan, this is Mr. Jones, one of our CFO's," Master Sean as he looked at Swan and waggled his eyebrows. Swan frowned as the thought, trying to interpret his cryptic introduction. Jones... Swan suddenly blushed and ducked her head as she remembered! The man Master Tristan was speaking to when she ambushed him. "Did I miss a good joke?" Mr. Jones asked. Master Sean smirked at him, "A very good joke, but I'm not telling. Come on, let go say hello to Kennedy." Master Sean and Master Tristan took her around introducing her to their other business partners and friends, keeping her firmly between them the whole evening. Swan didn't think anything of it until a slightly tipsy partner goaded them, "Tristan, you've kept that beautiful bird on your arm all night. When are you going to share?" Master Tristan replied firmly, "Not tonight," and she felt his arm tighten around hers. At some point, the rest of the Birds had come in to the room, because they were already throughout the room entertaining the guests and enjoying themselves. After a while, Cardy came over to Swan and their masters. "Good evening Master Tristan and Master Sean," she bounced over to Master Sean who gave her a peck on the lips and put his arm around her. "So, I noticed you've been keeping Swan close tonight, but could I borrow her for a bit? I wanted to introduce her to Mr. James." Cardy and Master Sean exchanged a knowing smile, and he said, "Cardy, if that man didn't live in a tiny apartment in the city, I think he'd seriously try to steal you away from us. Sometimes I think you're the only reason he keeps a bunch of our miserable factories running." Master Tristan let go of Swan's hand, "Don't go far." Cardy grabbed Swan's other hand out of Master Sean's arm and pulled her across the room to where Ory—in an amazing bright yellow costume—and several men sat laughing and drinking. One of the men stood up as soon as he saw Cardy approaching. "Swan, this is James, I mean, Mr. James." Cardy leaned into the man as he slid his arm around her waist. "It is delightful to meet you, and I can understand why Tristan and Sean were so excited to introduce you to everyone. I hope you're having a nice evening," James said. "I am actually. It's been lovely so far," and Swan meant it. She sat down with them, thankful that Jay had given her some tips on how to sit with her tail in. She picked a lounge and sat down slightly on her side with her legs crossed. She noticed how every man in the group noticed her somewhat exposed ass. One of the men got up to get her a drink, and they laughed and joked for the rest of the evening. Swan was surprised how much the Birds joined in on the conversation. She was used to the expectation that she would remain silent for the most part. At one point, the tipsy man who asked about "sharing" Swan earlier wandered over to their group. He flopped down on the lounge beside her, sitting on her tail and pinning her where she sat. He put his hand on her thigh and began sliding it upward when James and one of the other men in the group, Chandler, jumped up to rescue Swan, "Ok buddy! I don't think you want to do that. Tristan made it pretty clear tonight he wasn't sharing." They had the guy lifted up by his shoulders and now were trying to steady him on his feet. "Chandler, go find Hudson and have him call a car. I'll get this guy to the door." Once James was out of ear shot, Cardy was beside Swan immediately and knowing enough to move Swan's tail to hang over the back of the lounge before she sat down. "He's perfect, right? Isn't he wonderful? And so handsome," Cardy gushed. Swan smiled and Jay rolled her eyes. The evening began to wrap up as the guests slowly made their way from the front hall. Swan looked around the room for Master Tristan or Master Sean. She finally saw Master Tristan speaking seriously with a small group of men. Pea stood beside him. She didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation, just to Mater Tristan. She put her hand on his arm, but after a moment the conversation finished and Master Tristan pulled her hand off him and placed it on the other man beside him. He turned, caught Swan looking at him, and smiled his small smile. He did not see the glare that Pea was shooting her over his shoulder. Master Tristan came over to Swan, "Have you enjoyed yourself tonight?" "Immensely! Your friends and partners are very nice." "Where did Sean go? I was thinking we would head back to the apartment together." "I would like that very much," Swan smiled and thrilled at the tingle in her pelvis that his words and tone triggered in her. * * * Master Tristan kicked in the doors of the bedroom carrying Swan. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and was kissing him hard in anticipation. She felt Master Sean unhooking her corset from the back, and suddenly she was free of it. She felt his fingers at her panties, and it occurred to her that she could get her panties off without taking out her tail. The plug part of her tail fit through a split portion in the back of her thong. Apparently Master Sean had no patience for this, because she felt him snap the delicate sides and back of the panties and he pulled them off of her. Swan kicked off her own heels, and now she was completely naked except for her tail and head crest. She broke her kiss from Master Tristan and thought of a question. As if he could read her mind he answered, "Leave the tail in. Trust me, you'll love this." Master Tristan began kissing down her front and Master Sean down her back. She threw her head back in delight and moaned. Master Sean had mentioned that they would show her the delight of having both her masters at the same time, and this was it. She could feel both of their hands all over her, both of their mouths kissing her. It was ecstasy. Master Tristan set Swan down on her feet and turned her around. Master Sean had already undressed himself and stood right behind her in front of the bed, his erection proof of what he was about to do to her. She felt Master Tristan lift her up by the waist slightly, and she wrapped her legs around Master Sean the way she had been wrapped around Master Tristan a moment ago. However, Master Sean was naked now, and he lowered her down on to his cock, plunging deep inside of her. Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 04 Swan gasped in surprise. She had almost forgotten about the full feeling that her tail gave her, had become used to it. But now, with Master Sean filling her pussy, she felt full like she never had before. Well, at least never in a way this good. She was unable to help herself and cried quietly, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Master Tristan wrapped his hands around her breasts from behind her and began kissing her neck. Master Sean kissed her fervently from her front and began to move himself out and in her. It didn't take long before Swan was wordlessly crying out in joy, every part of her body tingling with orgasm. She felt Master Sean shove into her hard and then hold her close to him as he emptied himself into her. Exhausted from pleasure, she fell back onto Master Tristan behind her, leaning into his chest. He whispered into her ear, "My sweet Swan, you aren't finished yet." Master Sean lowered Swan off of himself and slid himself back on the bed. He pulled Swan toward him, which brought her up onto the bed on her hands and knees. Master Tristan kneeled on the bed behind her. He gently flipped her tail to the side and sunk his erection into her up to the hilt. Swan gasped in pleasure, and Master Sean sitting in front of her laughed. He reached down and gently pulled at her nipples and kissed her neck, as Master Tristan impaled her from behind. She didn't know how it was possible, but she felt her entire body tightening again. Her body's response made her lean back into Master Tristan's impaling, as if her pussy was begging for more. He obliged her request and slammed into her harder and faster. She felt as if her body was on fire, and she moaned loudly as it focused in her pussy and released. Master Tristan shoved into her one last time, held himself there until he throbbed no more, and then collapsed on the bed with Swan and Master Sean. Swan's head spun as she marveled over what just happened. She giggled occasionally and sighed in contentment. Laying between her masters, she reached her one hand to Master Sean's face, tracing his jaw line gently. She reached her other hand to Master Tristan's chest, running her fingernails through his hair along his skin. As much as her brain told her to stay silent, she forced herself to voice her thoughts, "You were right. That was delightful, Master Sean." He laughed and rolled onto his side to look at Swan, "I love when people tell me I'm right." Master Tristan mirrored Master Sean by rolling onto his opposite side, "Don't encourage him, Swan. Working with him is impossible enough." She giggled again. Suddenly she was struck by a serious truth that she couldn't stop herself from blurting out solemnly, "I love you. Both of you." Master Tristan smiled a broad smile that Swan wouldn't have thought his stern face was capable of, "I love you as well. Who do you belong to?" Swan responded without hesitation, "I'm yours." Master Sean was smiling as well, "I love you, too, Swan. Who do you belong to?" "I'm yours." Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 05 Swan's Song: The Catbird Seat CHAPTER 5 The three of them played in bed and made love for the rest of the night, so—when Hudson walked her back to the Birdhouse the next morning—she ignored Cardy's barrage of questions, went straight to her bed and fell asleep. Swan woke up hours later, and realized that a motion beside her woke her. She remembered that she wasn't with Master Tristan or Master Sean, so the motion seemed out of place. She opened her eyes and saw Pea sitting on the side of her bed staring at her. Pea was wearing a simple tank shirt and shorts, and she smiled at Swan sweetly. "Swan, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I wanted to get to know you better. Let's hang out." Swan was disoriented and sleepy, but she didn't need any enemies, "Oh, ok. That would be nice." Pea tossed Swan some clothes to change into and made small talk while Swan dressed. They went out to the great room, but it was strangely empty. "Where is everyone," Swan asked? "Oh, I think they're all in the salon right now." Swan's stomach grumbled, and she poked around to see if the staff left any snacks out. Oddly the tables were empty, and her stomach gurgled again in protest. "You know, if you're hungry, I could take you to the kitchen to get something to eat." "Um, ok." Swan had an odd feeling about it, but she realized she didn't know the Birdhouse well enough to put her finger on it. She'd only lived there about a week. Pea led her over to one of the doors in the great room and down a long hallway. She chatted happily about how they should get their nails done together after she got something to eat. Pea opened up the door at the end of the long hallway, and Swan noticed that it said "Staff Only." "Pea, are you sure it's ok for us to be down here?" "Oh yeah, it's totally fine! I come down here all the time." They walked down a short hallway, turned right down a hallway, through a door, left down hallway, past a bunch of doors, and soon Swan was thoroughly lost. Pea opened up one of the doors, "And here's the pantry!" Swan stepped inside and looked around. The pantry was filled with economy sized cans of food, large boxes of rice, huge bags of flour, and other cooking ingredients. "Pea, I don't think I'm going to find a snack in here," but when she turned she saw the door hanging open and no Pea. Swan stepped back into the hallway, "Pea?" Her heart started to sink. Swan closed the door to the room she was just in and walked down the hallway the way they came. The more she walked, the worse the feeling in her chest got. She thought she was retracing her steps, but she started to hear more and more noise. Swan turned the corner and stepped in a large bustling kitchen. There were cooks and staff dashing about, and a huge man in the middle of the room yelling at everyone. Swan assumed he was the head chef. He spotted her standing in the kitchen entrance, and she tried to ask how to get back to the Birdhouse. Instead, his face went white then red, and he started yelling at her in French. The chef rushed over to Swan, grabbed her roughly by her upper arm, and dragged her down the hall to an open door ignoring her pleas for him to listen. The open door was an office of some kind, and the chef practically threw her into the small chair in front of the cramped desk. A middle aged man sat behind the desk and calmly listened to the chef yell. He replied to the chef in French with an authoritative voice, and the chef threw up his hands and marched back to the kitchen. The man behind the desk looked at Swan and asked in accented English, "What are you doing down here?" Swan felt herself on the verge of tears, "I'm so sorry, sir. I was looking for a snack... but then I couldn't find..." She stuttered over her words not knowing how to explain how she got here. "You are not allowed to be in staff areas. If you need something, you use staff call boxes. However, you really should be in garden with everyone else." Swan didn't understand, his words didn't make sense. She didn't know there were staff call boxes. Why was everyone in the garden? The only thing she understood is that she was somewhere she definitely shouldn't have been. "I see you are new here, and I understand. But you must learn your lesson." He stood up and left the room for a moment. When he returned, he had a wooden spoon in his hand. Swan understood; she was to be punished. "Please stand up and lean over desk," he asked. His voice remained calm, and he did not show any of the anger she had grown used to out of her old keeper. But this didn't keep her heart from leaping in fear. Swan stood up and put her hands flat on the desk top in front of her. "Shorts down please." Tears started to leak down her face. She had thought this place might be different. She undid the front clasp on her shorts and pushed them down to her knees. "Panties, too." Swan pushed her panties down on top her shorts and placed her hands back on the desk top. "Punishment is supposed to be harder, but I only give you 10." Swan felt him place the spoon on her bottom and begin spanking her. The wooden spoon stung, and she couldn't help but fidget as she tried to hold her position; however, a small part of her brain told her that she received far worse from her old keeper on a regular basis. This man really was letting her off easy. He was careful to spread the spanking around her bottom. Her ass was probably red all over, but no one spot felt it had been abused too badly. "You are finished. Get dressed." Swan scrambled to get herself covered, but winced as she pulled up her panties without care. The man motioned for her to follow him as he began to lead her out of the maze. When they reached the long hallway from the great room, she wanted to run down the hallway back to the Birdhouse. When they got to the end of the hallway, he put his hand on the door to open it but stopped. "Did you learn your lesson?" Swan answered in a small voice, "Yes, sir." "Good. You may go." He opened the door, and Swan didn't wait to hear him close it. She sprinted back to her bed, fell on to it, and sobbed into her pillow. * * * "Where have you been?" Cardy exclaimed. "Where were you?" Swan asked. She was sitting on her bed, and Cardy stood in the doorway to her room. "We were all in the garden having dinner. Wait, have you been crying? What's wrong?" After Swan cried herself out, she gave herself time to think about what happened. First, she was absolutely convinced that Pea had gotten her in trouble on purpose, assumedly because Master Tristan and Master Sean liked her better than Pea, but she didn't know what she was supposed to do about that. Second, she had decided as punishments go, the one she received in the kitchen hadn't been horrible. It had taken her by surprise, but the French man in the kitchen hadn't been cruel with her. Her bottom chafed on her panties a little right now, but really her pride was wounded the most. She decided that Master Tristan and Master Sean's house was still a wonderful place, and nothing like Master Victor's. "I..." Swan considered not telling Cardy what happened, but she realized in that moment that Cardy was her friend, and that Swan wanted to tell her what happened. "I got punished." "What? Where? Why? What?" Cardy rarely was at a loss for words. Swan sighed, "So, I woke and Pea was here with me. I was hungry, so she took me to the kitchen," Swan cut off Cardy before she could interrupt, "which I didn't know at the time was off limits. But Pea abandoned me; I got caught, and then punished." Cardy flopped onto the bed beside her, "Ugh, Pea is such a bitch. I was a little afraid that she'd try something with you. I don't think Master Tristan and Master Sean completely know what she's like, but she's the most popular Bird with all their guests. So, what are you going to do?" "Well, I'm not hanging out with her, and I don't trust her." "You aren't going to try to tell someone about her?" "Would they believe me? It's not like I can prove anything, and she's been here longer than I have." Cardy put her hand on Swan's should, "Alright, but I'll keep my eye out for you." Swan smiled back at her, "Thanks." * * * It had been two days since she last saw her masters. She was starting to feel a little heart broken in missing them. Master Tristan and Master Sean were extremely busy with work, but Hudson arrived at the Birdhouse in the afternoon to let her know that she would be dining with them tonight. Swan's spirit immediately rose, and she went in search of Eric to help her pick the perfect dinner dress. When she stepped into their private apartment that night, she was wearing a short strapless white lace sheath dress. She saw Master Tristan sitting in one of the arm chairs in the living area with a drink already. Swan frowned. Master Tristan wasn't just sitting, he was hunched in the chair. His bowtie was untied and the top buttons of his shirt undone. He didn't turn around as she entered. Swan walked over to her master, "Good evening." "Oh Swan, I didn't hear you come in." He put his drink down beside him and moved to stand up. He looked so tired. "No, Master Tristan, don't get up," she pushed him back down and climbed into his lap. Swan put her hands on the sides of his face, stroking under his eyes wishing she could smooth the weary shadows away. He looked at her as if she were the first comfort he'd had in days. "We've been trapped in negotiations for days. I think we were in there for eighteen hours yesterday. Sean is still there for a little while." Swan knew what she needed to do, "Wait here." She found the box that called Hudson, and whispered her request to him. Hudson looked like he wanted to hug her, and she knew he appreciated her taking care of their master. While she waited for Hudson to come back, she went back to Master Tristan and held out her hands. He looked at her questioningly, but he put his hands in hers. She pulled him up—really she just pulled and he complied by standing—and led him into the bedroom. Swan pulled off his coat and bowtie. She unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and pulled his undershirt over his head. Master Tristan was so tired that he just stood and watched her work. Swan heard Hudson knock gently at the bedroom door, and she answered taking what he handed her. She set the bowl of hot water on the stand beside the bed. Going back to Master Tristan, she continued to undress him until he was completely naked. She slipped off her own dress to join him and pulled him to the bed with her. She laid him down on his stomach and straddled him sitting on his lower back. She reached into the bowl and took out a small bottle of oil. Dripping a small amount around his shoulders, Swan started to massage the oil into his skin. "Oh, how are you so perfect," Master Tristan moaned into the bed. "Because I love you," and she laughed gently at him. She knew her grip wasn't very strong, but she hoped that the feel of her skin on his and the motion were enough to relax him. She focused on his shoulders, his neck, and then moved down his back slowly. She eventually had to scoot down to sit on his upper legs so she could reach his lower back. Master Tristian occasionally moaned when she focused on a particular spot of stress, so she knew he was still quite awake. Swan decided to change the tone of her massage and started to massage his ass cheeks. She smiled as she could hear his breathing quicken. As she moved her thumbs in slow circles down each side of his ass, she let her fingers drag gently along his ass crack. Her circling thumbs moved lower between his legs to focus on the soft spot just behind his testicles. Swan felt him shift, and she moved off of his leg so he could roll over. She was happy to see Master Tristan had been amenable to her change in tone. She grabbed his cock with her hand making him gasp, and she leaned down to kiss the tip of him. She straddled him again, but this time lowered herself down on him. She gasped herself as she felt him fill her, and her pussy ached with need. She rode Master Tristan, occasionally bending down to kiss him fiercely. She felt her muscles begin to tense, and she cried out as she climaxed. He followed her shortly, she could feel him pulsing with pleasure inside of her. She fell off of him and curled into his side. Not long after, she could hear him gently snoring. Swan must have fallen asleep herself, because she woke up after a bit unsure of what woke her. She put on the white robe that she kept here now and left the bedroom. Master Sean had come into the apartment and was fixing himself a drink, "Swan, am I glad to see you. I'm sorry I missed dinner." "Never mind, we haven't eaten yet, so you didn't miss anything." She went right over to him, put her hands on the sides of his face, and turned his head to look at her. "You look just as exhausted as Master Tristan did." "Swan, I feel like I could just collapse. But first," Master Sean set his drink down, turned to her, and put his hands on her waist, "I hear you were taught a lesson by the kitchen manager the other day." Swan blushed deeply in embarrassment and hung her head. She had kind of hoped her masters wouldn't find out. "All of the staff is required to make a report to us if any of the Birds are punished," he said as if reading her mind. "Hey," he gently grabbed her chin and pulled her face up to his, "it's ok. Everyone makes mistakes." He kissed her, proof that he still loved her. "Come with me," and Swan pulled him into the bedroom for the same relaxing treatment she had given Master Tristan. "Cardy, they've been so busy with work. You should have seen them the other night. They were absolutely exhausted, and now I'm exhausted." Swan switched hands so Eric could finish polishing the nails on her left hand. "I was up with Master Sean for a while... helping him relax," Cardy giggled at Swan and waved her own finished nails dry, "but then I was so worried about them that I couldn't get to sleep. Eventually Hudson just brought me some tea, and I read a book until they work up. They both woke up early, and they rushed back to work." Cardy got up now that her nails were dry, "Well, I'm glad you got the chance to help them take a break. Don't worry too much. It won't last forever. I'm going to head back to great room and let Jay know she can come in next." Eric finished her finger nails and moved to her toes, starting with a massage of her feet and legs. Swan laid her head back in the big comfy salon chair, and Eric said, "Go ahead and take a nap. You need to catch up on your sleep." Swan was so tired, she didn't even argue with him. Suddenly a shrill scream woke her, and she shot up out of the salon chair. "Swan, no!" the voice screamed again. Swan whirled around, and saw Pea standing behind her a few steps away. Swan looked around for what the danger Pea was shouting about. The salon was empty. Swan looked back to Pea with confusion on her face. "Ah! Swan!" Pea screamed again. The door to the salon burst open. Eric, another stylist and a staff member ran into the room. Swan watched them as their faces changed from concern to horror. Why were they looking at her like that? Pea ran over to them, threw herself into the arms of her stylist, and started to cry, "Thank god you're here! Swan attacked me! She pulled my hair out!" Swan couldn't make sense of her words. What was Pea doing? Eric walked over to Swan and picked up her hand. They both saw that there was a large chunk of dark brown hair in her hand. Swan looked up a dark brown-haired Pea, and suddenly the pieces fell into place. "Swan, what have you done?" Eric asked her. She shook her head vigorously, "I didn't do it. Eric, please, I didn't do it." Pea wailed from the other side of the salon, "She did! How can she deny it? John, look at my hair. Can you even fix it?" Pea's stylist tried to comfort her, "Of course, she didn't get the roots. We can fix it." He shot Eric a look, "Take care of this," and he led the crying Pea from the room. Eric took the hair from Swan's hand and put it in a drawer at his station in the salon, "Come with me." Swan's shock had worn off, and her eyes pricked with tears as she realized what was happening: she was being punished again. Tears silently slid down her cheeks as she followed Eric out of the salon and down the hall. He opened a door at the end. They entered a small room that Swan recognized immediately as a discipline room. It was not as elaborate as Master Victor's, but it had all of the necessities. A chair, a low padded bench, and a high padded bench littered the sides of the room. On the wall near the door was a dresser with drawers that, Swan assumed, held the instruments of discipline. "Swan, I don't know what came over you, but you really hurt Pea. That is no small infraction." Swan couldn't force herself to respond any other way, "I didn't do it. I promise that I didn't." Eric pursed his lips, "We take the care of our Birds very seriously. If you had been hurt, this would be just as serious. And since you can't even admit to what happened, I can't go easy on you." He went over to the dresser, opened a drawer near the top, and pulled out a wooden paddle. "You'll get a one minute warm up, and then thirty spanks with the paddle." He picked up the chair and put it in the middle of the room. Eric sat down in the chair and motioned Swan over, "Come on. Let's get this done and behind us." Swan took off her skirt and removed her panties. She lay over Eric's lap, assuming the position she was trained to assume under Master Victor. "Swan," Eric said softly, "relax. You don't have to hold a position for punishments here. Just keep your hands away from your ass because I don't want to hurt you... well, more than I have to." She wanted to be happy about being able to just relax through her punishment—and about not having to worry about losing her position and starting over—but she knew it wouldn't make what was coming hurt any less. Eric started her one minute warm up, and she had to admit that he actually warmed her up. He started with light spanks with his hand, alternating cheeks, making a circle of each cheek to warm up the whole area. His spanking grew a little harder, circling her ass again. And then his spanks grew harder again, repeating the circle, but this time bringing tears to Swan's eyes. He finished the warm up, and Swan felt Eric reach for the wooden paddle he had put down. She felt him place the paddle on her ass, "You don't have to count, but you'll be getting thirty." He pulled the paddle back and brought it down on her ass. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. She used to hold in her cries because she never wanted to encourage her punisher, but now a small part of her didn't want Eric to feel any worse for having to punish her. It felt weird to care for the person bringing the paddle down now on her other cheek. He kept each spank of the paddle rhythmic, so Swan always knew when it was coming. Swan didn't count aloud, but she counted in her head. Around twenty, she was shaking her head and trying not to kick her feet. She had to ball her hands in front of her to keep from reaching back to protect her stinging, aching ass. Twenty-seven, she counted to herself. Twenty-eight. "Oh, Eric, please just finish," she thought. Twenty-nine. Just one more. Thirty. Swan was panting hard and crying, but she was done. Eric helped her to her feet and handed her skirt and panties to her to put back on. Once she was dressed again, he gave her a small bottle of lotion, "I can't put any on you in the discipline room, but have Cardy help you with it later." He gave her a small side hug, and let her back to the Birdhouse. Swan's Song: The Birdcage Ch. 06 Swan's Song: Bird's Eye View CHAPTER 6 Swan lay on her bed on her stomach wearing just her silk night gown, but she had the bottom hiked up to her waist. Cardy sat beside her massaging lotion onto her aching ass. Swan flinched and winced as Cardy worked her skin. "I can't believe Pea did this. This is even beyond her. Swan, you have to tell Master Tristan or Master Sean." "I can't. They won't believe me," Swan said dejectedly. "Eric didn't even believe me. Who would? Just leave it, Cardy." Min stepped into Swan's room, "Hudson is here for you, Swan. He says you're spending the evening with Master Tristan and Master Sean." Swan moaned into her arms. She couldn't handle their disappointment in her, especially when she knew how stressed they were with work. She got up, fixed her long night gown back down, and followed Hudson to her masters' apartment. Swan was afraid to see them, but she knew she had to go in. She entered the apartment and saw both Master Tristan and Master Sean standing in the living room waiting for her. They had both obviously just come from work, their jackets lay on the couch, their bowties untied and collars undone. Master Sean walked right over to her and took her by the shoulders, "Swan, what in the world were you thinking? Why would you do such a thing?" "I'm sorry, Master Sean," she hung her head and bit her lip to keep from crying. "I have half a mind to put you over my knee myself. We do not let anyone hurt our Birds, even other Birds." "Master Sean, I'm so sorry. Please don't spank me," she couldn't stop the tears now. If only they knew the truth, if only she could prove somehow that Pea was the one hurting her. "I won't Swan, I'm sorry. But you've had me worried out of my mind. Eric had to call us at work he was so concerned." Master Tristan, after watching their exchange, finally came over to Swan turning her to face him. He looked at her hard, narrowing his eyes, as if trying to see through her. "Swan, this is very unlike you." "I know, Master Tristan. I'm sorry." "What happened?" he asked her plainly. Swan suddenly didn't know how to respond. Everyone until now had just assumed she had hurt Pea. No one had asked her for details. How did she even answer? If she told the truth, they would just assume she was lying to cover herself, and there was no way she was going to make up some story about pulling out Pea's hair. She refused to lie. She simply looked up at Master Tristan sadly, "I don't know." He looked at her again for a long moment, but she couldn't interpret his face. Eventually he said, "Come. Eric told us how he had to punish you, and I'll bet you're still hurting." He took her hand, grabbed the ice bucket from the bar counter, and lead her into the bedroom. * * * Master Tristan and Master Sean had negotiations all the next day, but they intended on finishing. They had planned a small celebration with drinks for late that night just for their partners involved in the negotiations. There would only be five or six guests, so only a few of the Birds were prepping for the celebration that night. Unfortunately, Pea was one of the Birds coming to the celebration. Swan made sure she didn't leave herself unguarded or alone the entire day. Cardy and Jay weren't picked to attend that night, but they stayed with her as she prepped for the party. Pea didn't so much as look at Swan, but her bottom still stung from Eric's attentions the previous day, although not as much as it would have it Master Tristan hadn't given her some relief last night. She knew she was still a little red, so she hoped her master's guests didn't notice. When it was finally time to get into her costume, she quietly greeted Eric. He smiled at her, and gave her shoulders a squeeze. Swan was glad to see he wasn't holding yesterday against her. She knew he not only had forgiven her, but cared for her when he showed her the costume for that night. It was a white teddy, sheer and lace that flared out and came down almost to where her tail would start. Between the teddy and her tail, most of her ass would be hidden, or at least hidden enough that no one would notice the redness. Swan gave Eric a sudden hug in thanks. With her costume on and tail in—he graduated her to a floor length tail, and Swan found it wasn't hard to walk in at all—the Birds were led to the smoking room where the party would take place. The room they entered looked like it was designed with stuffy business men in mind: with dark wood paneled walls and an elaborately molded ceiling, the main centerpiece of the room was a dark wood bar stocked full of expensive liquors. There were wooden chairs and stuffed arm chairs around the room with low tables holding ash trays and coasters. Hudson specifically placed the Birds around the room so that they were positioned and posed when Master Tristan and Master Sean's guests entered. Hudson informed the Birds that even though the negotiations were over, it had been a fragile process. Their masters were looking to impress their partners greatly this evening to finally win them over. Hudson sat Min in a chair on the right side of the room, Star stood further back on the same side; Raven sat in the back on the opposite side as Star, and Pea stood to the side opposite Min. Hudson placed Swan toward the front of the room in the middle so that she would be the Bird to greet the guests as they entered. Swan saw Pea shake slightly as she bristled at Hudson's placement of Swan. The motion seemed very birdlike to her. Swan stood tall and smiled, striking a bit of a pose, wanting to make her masters proud. In a moment, Hudson swung open the double doors and announced to the guests that Master Tristan and Master Sean's Birds were ready for them. The guests—mostly older men in black suits and tuxedos—looked tired but delighted to see who awaited them. As they entered, Swan smiled and giggled at their greetings, inviting them in and directing them to the bar and the other Birds. The last guest walked in with Master Tristan and Master Sean. They were laughing and shaking hands. The guest—a somewhat portly older man in a black suit—caught sight of Swan, and his eyes lit up. "My dear, your beauty precedes you. These two," he gestured behind him to her masters, "have pined for your presence for days. They have done me a great service by promising you to me tonight. I am Mr. Antoine." Swan wished that she had her masters to herself tonight as well, but she took Mr. Antoine's arm and laughed, "Well then, sir, I promise not to disappoint." She escorted him to the bar where he fixed himself a drink, and they joined the group toward the back of the room. Swan quickly discovered that Mr. Antoine was an ass man: as they walked about the room, he would place her left hand in his left hand, so that she had to walk slightly in front of him, and then he would place his right hand on her left ass cheek. He didn't like to let her sit, because he would have to let go of her ass. Swan finally found a long padded bench that he could sit on with her. She threw her tail behind her over the back of the bench, and Mr. Antoine seemed to particularly appreciate that he had easy access to her ass from the angle she had to sit. It was hard to encourage his proclivity because of how sensitive her skin currently was, but she knew it was the best part of his evening. As the drinks were poured, the guests grew more and more relaxed. The Birds could all tell that they were all quite happy to be done with business and on to the fun. They laughed and joked and flirted with the Birds. Everyone seemed please, including Master Tristan and Master Sean. Mr. Antoin chatted with one of the guests and Pea who were standing behind their bench in the middle of the room. Master Sean stood in front of them where Mr. Antoine couldn't see him. He mouthed dirty things to her voicelessly, distracting her from her entertaining and making her giggle at the same time. "I think I am ready for a new drink," and Mr. Antoine shook his empty glace at Swan. "Come with me, my dear!" Mr. Antoine removed his hand from her ass, and stood up. He handed Master Sean his empty glass as if he were Hudson standing there only to take it. Master Sean rolled his eyes behind Mr. Antoine's back. Mr. Antoine held his hands down to take Swan's and help her up. Swan took his hands and shifted her weight to stand when she felt something very wrong. The aching sting in her ass was familiar, but Mr. Antoine was pulling her to her feet. Swan couldn't stop her motion. The pain stabbed at her, and then suddenly it was gone. She cried out, and stumbled into Mr. Antoine's arms as she lost her balance. The room went quiet. Swan didn't want to turn around. She knew what she would see. Pea broke the silence and said innocently, "Swan, you let your tail fall out." Mr. Antoine released Swan from his arms, and she turned to see her tail draped over the bench where she had just been sitting. Her mind was racing. Pea! She must have stepped on her tail as Swan stood up. But now Pea stood away from the bench. Swan's mind suddenly stopped as she realized what was happening: whether someone saw Pea step on her tail or not, she just had lost her tail at a very important party. She had broken one of the serious rules. Fear stabbed her heart, and she looked to Master Sean. Master Sean just looked at Swan's tail on the bench; he looked lost. Master Sean turned to Master Tristan across the room. Swan looked the same direction, and her legs almost buckled under her: Master Tristan stood statue still with a furious look on his face. He marched across the room angrily and up to Swan, "What is the rule?" Swan couldn't find her voice. It was like the man in front of her was a completely different man. She tried to reply quickly as not to incur any more wrath than she just had, "Master Tristan, sir, my tail is not allowed to come out." "And where is your tail now?" She looked at the floor, unable to meet his eye, "It is not inside me." He sat down on the bench in front of her, and she looked up just enough to see him point to his lap. Swan understood what was expected of her. She laid down over Master Tristan's lap, and she realized she was embarrassed with all the people in the room now viewing her tailless bottom. "You will be spanked fifty times. You do not need to count until I tell you so." Master Tristan laid his hand on her bottom. At his touch she remembered how much she was still hurting from her spanking yesterday. She felt tears well in her eyes already in anticipation of being spanked on her already sore ass. She could feel Master Tristan bring his hand up, and she tensed. He brought his hand down in the middle of one cheek, and Swan couldn't hold back her cry of pain. It hurt so much. How was she going to get through fifty? He brought his hand up and then down on the other cheek. Again, alternating cheeks, moving his hand around the seat of her ass trying to spread them out. After counting her spankings under Master Victor, she automatically counted in her head. Again and again, Master Tristan's hand slammed onto her red, aching ass. She cried out with each, unable to hold her voice in. When he reached thirty, he stopped for a moment, "You will count the next ten." "Y-yes, s-sir," she stammered between sobs. Master Tristan's hand came down on the bottom of her left cheek, that most sensitive spot for punishment. "One!" Swan yelled in pain. He brought his hand down on the bottom of her right cheek. "Two!" His hand came down on her left cheek again, but in the exact same spot. "Three!" she screamed in pain at receiving his hand on the same spot directly together. Again, his hand made contact with the bottom of her right cheek. "Four!" she screamed. Another to the seat of her ass, "Five!" To the other side, "Six!" She was sobbing hard between counting. "Seven!" "Eight!" She shook her head and kicked her feet, "Nine!" Once more, his hand came down on the bottom of her ass, "Ten!" She was crying so hard that she was having a hard time catching her breath, but there would be no rest, "You will not need to count the last ten, and they'll be faster." "Y-y-yes, s-sir!" Master Tristan's hand slammed onto the middle of the bottom of her ass, catching the sensitive inside of both cheeks at the same time. Swan screamed in pain, but the second spank in the same spot was suddenly already there. She choked on her scream, and the third. The fourth and the fifth landed quickly on the same spot. She finally caught her breath and gasped in air. The sixth, the seventh and eighth all landed quickly and harder than she felt she'd ever been spanked. She tried to scream again, but no sound came out, her voice lost in the pain of the moment. The ninth and the tenth landed on her ass and she felt like she would hurt forever. "Good Bird. You're done. Hudson," he called. He stood and put Swan on her feet. Her legs wouldn't hold her, and she couldn't stop sobbing to even try to stand. Master Tristan picked her up and put her in Hudson's arms. Swan heard him instruct in a low voice, "Take her to our apartment." * * * Swan lay on her stomach on the bed in the dark bedroom. Hudson had brought her in here and put some ice packs on her fiery behind. He had tried to console her for a bit, but gave up eventually. She had cried herself out, and now she just laid in the dark trying not to think about what had just happened. She heard the door to the apartment open and then slam shut. "What the hell, Tristan," Master Sean sounded angry. Swan didn't think she'd seen either of her masters angry before, but the emotion seemed particularly odd on Master Sean. "Why the hell would you be that hard on her?" "Sean, we just spent the better part of a week using our power and strength to get that stodgy old bastard into an agreement. What do you think Antoine would have done if I had gone easy on her? He would have seen our weakness, ripped up that contract, and we would be screwed." Master Tristan paused, and Swan heard him sigh deeply. His tone changed, "We have weakness now, and she is our weakness. I don't like feeling like someone could manipulate me through her, but I couldn't send her away. Sean, I think I need her as much as she needs me. I love her." "I love her, too," Master Sean replied, as if to say he understood completely Master Tristan's words. "Well, I guarantee we won't have any issues getting Antoine's signature now. Did you see how hard he was when he left? I'm surprised he didn't start jacking off as you spanked Swan." Swan heard the door to the bedroom open and both her masters enter. She lifted her head to look at them, but didn't want to move any other part of her body yet. She had thought herself cried out, but suddenly small tears were falling down her face. "I'm so sorry, Master Tristan. I'm sorry your gathering could have been ruined. I'm sorry, so sorry," Swan babbled desperately trying to make him understand that she still loved him. Master Tristan rushed across the room and climbed onto the bed with Swan. He looked like he wanted to sweep her into his arms, but he didn't want to hurt her any more than he had. He just sat with her and she laid her head in his lap. "Swan, stop," and he smoothed her hair comfortingly, "I know, and I am so sorry I had to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you like that." He lifted her face up to his, and said seriously, "I want you to tell me how you got to the kitchen and what really happened in the salon. The truth, now." Swan tried to sniff her tears away, but as she told the truth about how Pea took her into the kitchen to get her in trouble, and how Pea framed her in the salon, she couldn't hold the tears back. "I'm sorry, Master Tristan. I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth. No one believed me, and I couldn't prove anything. I didn't think you would believe me either." "Swan, I would have believed you. When Eric called me about your punishment for the salon, he specifically told me how unlike you he thought Pea's accusation was. I wish you would have just talked to me." "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for not telling you the truth." He hushed her and put her head back into his lap. Master Tristan smoothed her hair. Swan hadn't even noticed that Master Sean left the room, but he came back from their bathroom with several things. He climbed onto the bed with her and Master Tristan. He removed the ice packs from her ass, and Swan winced as the plastic pulled away from her skin. "Swan, this might hurt a little at first, but I promise it'll make you feel much better quickly," Master Sean gently warned. Swan nodded quickly and buried her face into Master Tristan's lap. Master Sean squeezed some lotion on her skin. It felt cold and wonderful on her skin. Then he began to massage the lotion into her abused ass. Swan moaned in pain and started to cry again into her master's lap. Master Tristan stroked her hair and tried to comfort her. After a few minutes, however, the lotion began to work. It was cooling and numbed her skin slightly. Swan's tears stopped and she lifted her head. Both her masters looked at her with concern. "Do you think you can stand?" Master Sean asked. Swan nodded and Master Tristan helped her up and off the bed so that she didn't have to put any weight on her sore bottom. He helped her pull off the white teddy over her head. Master Sean took her into his arms and held her while Master Tristan undressed. Once he was naked, Master Sean handed Swan off to him and undressed himself. Master Tristan wrapped her in his arms, kissed the top her of her head and whispered, "My sweet Swan." Together the three of them got back into bed. Swan spent the night between her masters, both of them with their arms around her.