Master phoned on the Tuesday. We had a pleasant but short conversation. My heart was pounding as always. He reminded me about our date for Friday night, seven o'clock pick-up.

A white cardboard box arrived Wednesday afternoon. I excitedly opened the box, my eyes aghast at the sight. I didn't see the usual beautiful gown. Instead, I saw a skimpy, micro-mini leather skirt, lace-topped thigh-high stockings, a tiny lace g-string, a cup-less excuse for a bra, and a completely translucent blouse.

The accompanying note read: Friday night will be a tell-tale night. Trust me. We will make our relationship solid. It is a make-or-break night. Be ready in this outfit. Wear your hair in a ponytail, and definitely high heels. We will be going to a BDSM club, a very discreet one.

Work was demanding over the next couple days, which was a blessing. My mind was occupied. I didn't think about Friday evening, or the revealing outfit Master had chosen for me to wear.

When Friday night arrived my anxiety returned. It was obvious Master was about to test my boundaries.

After showering and dressing in the very revealing ensemble, I finished with a spritz of Chanel No 5 - a heavier, sophisticated perfume, for a heavier evening of unknowns.

Stepping in front of the mirror, my face flushed. My breasts were completely visible through the sheer fabric of the blouse. The skirt was so short that even the slightest movement exposed my buttocks. The g-string offered no real coverage at all. I felt overwhelmingly exposed and anxious.

At seven o'clock a sharp, firm, familiar knock echoed at the door. Upon opening, I found Master laden with bags. He had brought dinner, much to my relief. We shared lasagne, garlic bread, and a salad, pairing the meal with a crisp, chilled Chardonnay. It was delicious, though the underlying tension never quite dissipated.

Noticing how tightly I was holding myself, Master offered a gentle, knowing smile.

"Do you trust me, Sophie?" he asked softly.

"Yes Master." I replied. "It's just... I have never worn anything like this before. I feel completely exposed."

"Sophie, you will feel overdressed the moment we step into the club. Trust me," he reassured me. He stood up and held out a hand. "It is time to leave."

I pulled my coat tightly around my shoulders to hide the outfit and followed him. The driver greeted us politely, holding the door open as we climbed into the plush backseat. The ride was quiet, my nerves humming beneath my skin. Master kept my hand anchored firmly in his grasp the whole way.

We arrived. The sign of the club, The Vault., loomed above a dark wooden door, signalling a discreet entryway. My car door was opened and I drew in a deep breath before stepping out into the night air. Master was soon beside me, guiding me to the entrance. His touch was grounding, reminding me of our shared trust. Once inside, Master signed us in. He was clearly a familiar face, judging by the warm, respectful greetings he received.

We entered through the heavy doors. To my surprise, the space was quiet, warm, and structured. Master explained the different areas and how they functioned before guiding me to the side of the bar, where Max and Julius were waiting. I recognised the easy mateship between the three men. Master had mentioned earlier they were like brothers. Both greeted me very warmly while Master kept one hand lightly on the small of my back.

The low, rhythmic music hummed, punctuated by the soft clink of glasses as the barman worked. Once our drinks arrived, Master led us towards an alcove. We sat and enjoyed our drinks.

Max and Julius followed, muttering, "At last, we get to meet Tom's Lady of Submission."

Master smiled. "She is nervous, but is ready," he said, his voice smooth and grounded. His arm draped comfortably over the back of my seat.

"You are in good hands, Sophie," Max said gently and casually. "Tonight goes entirely at the pace Tom sets, and only as far as you are comfortable. We are just here to assist."

Julius nodded in agreement, leaning forward to add, "No surprises. Complete transparency."

I looked at Max, Julius, then at Master. Extra people amplified the intensity of the night. The trust Master had with his friends was evident. My anxiety was transforming into a quiet, intense anticipation.

Master stood, urging me forward. He demanded my attention completely. His voice dropped to a firm, low register that demanded absolute obedience. Two measured steps placed me directly in front of him, chin high, eyes locked with his mesmerising blue eyes.

"Sophie, you came here tonight to set the terms of your surrender," Master said softly. "Beyond everything else in your life."

"Yes, Master," I whispered, my pulse fluttering against my throat where Master's fingers rested.

He circled me slowly, his physical presence evaluating every muscle, every shallow breath.

"If you cross this line to join me, there is no passive compliance," he warned, moving behind me. He reached out, his fingers clutching my ponytail and gently titling my head back. "You give me total control. Your body, your mind, your pleasure, your obedience. Understand?"

"Understood, Master."

The shudder of relief that washed through me was almost overwhelming, a complete surrender to his power.

"Good," he growled softly against my ear. "Undress. Then kneel."

After shedding not just my clothes, but the weight of social expectations and other pressures, I knelt before Master. My nakedness was a canvas of raw vulnerability; a silent pledge of my absolute submission.

Master retrieved a refined twenty-four carat gold choker collar from his jacket, the gold o-ring catching the light. I stood on the precipice of my new reality, ready to embrace my role. The collar acted as a tangible bond of my commitment.

His steady gaze locked with mine. "Are you confident in your promise, 'to surrender and obey'?"

"Yes, Master," I whispered, barely audible.

"Sophie, will you wear my collar of ownership?"

"It would be my honour, Master."

The coldness of the choker touched my neck, a stark reminder of my promise to surrender and obey. Master clicked the lock into place, his fingers warm against the back of my neck.

"You are now mine. Your body, your mind, your absolute obedience and your pleasure."

Tears of pure joy streamed down my face as I touched my new and permanent piece of jewellery. Master lifted me to my feet, and sealed our union with a kiss.

"Tonight, Sophie, your submission and obedience also extends to Max and Julius," Master instructed, his gaze locking with mine. "They are here to share in our very special night. Every instruction they give you carries my full authority. I have trust in them. You will yield to them entirely, and obey without hesitation."

"Yes, Master." I surrendered.

"On your knees," Master commanded, pointing to the soft-padded platform in the centre of the alcove, "facing Max and Julius."

Without hesitation, I obeyed. Master caressed my face before tilting my head up.

"Hold still for them. Give them total obedience."

Julius walked behind me, lifting me to my feet while Max clamped some cuffs around my wrists. The men suspended me in the air, the cuffs being anchored to a chain from the ceiling.

Julius and Max produced jars of erotic oil. The same oil Master allowed me to use the first night I met him, the first night I had masturbated for him as he watched. The oil was fragrant and erotic. It took me on the journey of remembrance to my first encounter with Master.

They started massaging me. Julius massaged my shoulders, breasts, upper back and arms. Max massaged my legs, stomach and lower back. Max then ventured to my inner sanctuary; he touched my clit repeatedly but never lingered there. He aroused my anticipation, sending urgent pulses through my whole body. My excitement grew as the intoxicating oil filled my senses. It felt so wonderful having their large hands caressing my body, making me feel so small. I felt my body so highly aroused and on high alert. The men could see my arousal and lowered me from the ceiling, releasing my hands from the cuffs.

Julius gently secured my wrists with soft leather restraints attached to the platform. Master then placed a soft leather blindfold over my eyes. Deprived of sight, every remaining sense intensified. The cool air wafted against my bare skin, while the undeniable, firm touch of the men's hands lingered on me.

I suddenly felt the coldness of the lube as Max teased my tight entrances open. His fingers entered my cunt, stretching me. Max then ventured to my ass, inserting one finger in my virginal ass; it was so tight. I jumped, I squirmed and moaned. He then added a second finger to stretch me more; it felt so different. He kept stretching me, getting me ready for their pleasure. Julius caressed my face, guiding my hand to his very hard shaft.

Julius whispered, "Sophie, you are going to open your mouth. You are going to suck my hard cock like the good girl you are. Open really wide now."

I obeyed, finding I needed to open my mouth wider to accommodate his rather large cock. I closed my lips around his veiny shaft and started sucking hard. I swallowed him deeper; Julius groaned in appreciation. I clenched him in my throat, then released. My tongue moved furiously over his length, giving him extra sensations. My tongue rested on the frenulum, teasing relentlessly. He held my head onto his cock as he started fucking my mouth in a slow, rhythmic pattern. He noticed my saliva dribbling from the side of my mouth, so he eased up, giving me space to breathe easier.

Max inserted fingers into my swollen pussy, noting how wet I had become. He nodded to Julius. He ringed my ass again, gently teasing and stretching me as he pushed three fingers into my lubed hole. I jumped and squealed. Master laid his hand on me in a reassuring way. Max was getting me ready for both of them.

Max was hard and ready. In one long stroke he entered my ass. I screamed. Master's hand calmed me instantly. I surrendered into the sensations and feelings. Julius then withdrew from my mouth, and in one push entered my very wet pussy. I gasped, overwhelmed, having never been double penetrated before. I felt Master's hand reassure me that all was well.

Bound and exposed, I was thoroughly impaled between Julius and Max, double-penetrated in the dimly lit alcove. Both men had established a hard, synchronised, relentless pace. The pace grew faster and more intense; my moans became louder as my excitement was undeniable. Tension was building. The atmosphere was electric. My senses heightened beyond measure, as I was in the moment.

Master spoke to Julius. "Hold her on the edge," his soft voice cutting through the heavy haze of my arousal.

Julius instantly slowed his pace, holding deep inside me, still agonisingly touching on my ever so sensitive g-spot. I whimpered, my entire body trembling and rigid, waiting on the cusp.

"Master... please..." I sobbed, a breathless desperate plea.

Master's lips brushed against my neck. "Look how good my wonderful Baby Girl has been for us tonight," Master said in a smooth, deep, possessive tone. He continued, "Sophie, cum. Give it to us now. Be my good Baby Girl."

The moment the command came, both men drove deep, simultaneously. A high shrill sound tore from my throat, as my climax ripped through my body. Intense and desperate, my juices flowed like a river. My inner muscles clenched tightly on both men, pulsing in intense rhythmic spasms, as wave after wave of violent release crashed through me. Driven over the edge by my pulsing tightness, both Julius and Max surrendered to their own climaxes, filling me completely.

After a while the waves of my climax slowly began to recede, leaving my body heavy, warm, and trembling on the floor. Max and Julius slowly and carefully withdrew from my trembling body, leaving me in the weightless, floating haze of sub-space.

Master removed the blindfold and untied my wrists, then placed my hands on either side of my head and stayed with me.

"Sophie," Master said, his voice low, clear, and vibrating with absolute authority, "tell Max and Julius who you belong to."

I took a slow deep breath before responding, "I belong to you, Master. Body and soul. Completely."

"Tonight, Sophie, was a communion of our family. Welcome to our family of four. Now you are part of us," Master announced.

Julius and Max said in unison, "Sophie, we are honoured to have you as part of us."

Master took a soft towel, gently cleansing me before wrapping me in a soft blanket. He gently eased me from the platform into his embrace. I rested my head against Master's chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. Warmth began to seep back into my body.

Max offered a glass of water, holding it carefully to my lips. Julius gathered my clothes and folded them into a neat pile. There were no demands, just a quiet reverence, and an unspoken vow of protection and care, from all three men. Max and Julius quietly waved goodnight, leaving Master and me alone.

"Time to go home, my Sophie," Master whispered in my ear.

I slipped from Master's lap, leaving a stain on his trousers. I pulled on the skimpy clothing I had. We then left for home. The drive home was quiet, giving me the time and space to reflect on the nights events, and how it had unfolded.

Arriving home, Master scooped me up in his arms, placing me in a soft chair. He went and ran me a warm bath with aromatic oils to take the tension from my body. He carried me, and gently lowered me into the bath. I instantly recognised the aroma of the exotic oil, taking me back to our first night. I began relaxing and smiling.

Master joined me in the bath, snuggling me back to his chest.

"Are you happy?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes, Master. But tonight with Max and Julius was unexpected," I uttered.

"I didn't want to frighten you anymore than you were, but they are family and we needed to meld you into us. After you accepted my collar, we knew you would submit to us all. You aren't disappointed are you? It will only be a rare occurrence they get to share you. You did exceptionally well, my Baby Girl. You trusted me, even when the unknown frightened you."

"No, I am not disappointed, Master. I am honoured to be part of your family."

"That trust is a gift, Sophie. I will never take it for granted. Come, let us get to bed," said Master.

Soft towels dried us. Then we sank deep into the mattress, surrounded by the cool sheets and heavy blankets, ready for sleep.

Master spooned me. His touch setting me on fire, I could not stay still. I wriggled, holding his shaft and positioning it between my legs as I felt it growing rapidly against me.

"Keep doing that, Sophie, and it will be inside you," Master murmured.

I kept rubbing. Master gently eased himself into my chasm of pleasure.

"Stay still, Sophie. That's all you get from me tonight. It has been a big night. Now sleep, my Baby Girl," said Master.

Morning arrived with gentle light filtering through the windows. It was a moment of quiet stillness.

I woke up in Master's arms, touching my collar and smiling, feeling deeply safe and protected. Turning to caress his face, I looked into his mesmerising blue eyes, which had held me captive since the moment I first set eyes on him. I smiled and kissed him lovingly.

"Up, Baby Girl. I need to get food. I am starving," said Master, "By the way, do you like the collar I chose to give you, Sophie?"

"Master, I love it. It is exactly to my taste in jewellery. I love that it is gold, my absolute preference. It sits so comfortably around my neck and will look spectacular with anything I choose to wear. You chose so well for me. Thank you, Master."

Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee was the menu for breakfast.

Over breakfast, Master and I revisited the meaning of the collar and the weight of commitment that went with it. There was a calm presence, allowing us to process and talk about the depth of the commitment made the previous night. Master suggested inviting Max and Julius around for dinner, so the bond could be cemented. I agreed, wanting to get to know them better.

Both men arrived with bottles, one chilled white wine and a red wine. They handed the bottles to Tom. Flowers from Julius, and chocolates from Max were handed to me. We all hugged on arrival.

Over a dinner of beef bourguignon, served with a creamy mashed potato and green beans, the conversation was charged with a profound sense of trust, and intimacy. Each member offered their unconditional support, reinforcing the strength of their bond, and the devotion to each other. Master reiterated to me, last night's sharing would not be a regular occurrence - that was a bonding, a coming together of the family. The evening ended in warm hugs and kisses all round.

After Max and Julius left, Master took me in his arms, kissing me deeply.

"I didn't get to enjoy you last night. I intend to change that tonight," Master whispered. He touched my collar and smiled. "It is magnificent on you, Sophie. I chose twenty-four carat gold because you are my treasure. I will always be here for you."

I leaned into his touch. A flicker of warmth spread through my chest at his words of promise, protection, and a sense of belonging I had only dreamed of.

"I am yours," I murmured, meeting his gaze with fierce devotion, ready to surrender to what the future may bring.

He swept me up into his arms, my weight light in his strong grasp. Each step was the invitation of intimacy we both craved. Master set me down gently, embracing me with an intense gaze as he caressed my face. There would be no rushing. Every touch was a promise, a quiet restoration of what we missed the night before.

Master vowed in a low whisper against my ear, "Tonight will be dedicated entirely for your pleasure. A reclamation of us, and our intimacy."

Every sensation sharpened into breathtaking focus - a complete surrender to the moment. His touch was both commanding, but gentle, stripping away my defenses until the raw pulse of wanting remained. I breathed in his desire, anchoring myself against the certainty of his control.

Master's hands explored hidden impulses, as yet unknown even to him. He traced his fingers down my ribs, finding a very sensitive spot that made me gasp. He kissed my neck repeatedly, nibbling softly at first, then biting a little harder each time.

"Sophie, live in our moment. Give me your all," he whispered.

I surrendered completely, my knees buckling. Master caught me and laid me back onto the bed. Tracing his fingers up the inside of my legs, he watched my reactions intently. I groaned, aching for his touch at my core. He deliberately bypassed it, leaving me breathless. I stared up at him, my green eyes blazing.

He just smiled. "Not yet, Sophie. I have more exploring to do."

I watched his hard, leaking cock so ready to pleasure me. I felt the heat of his presence grow, while he was driving me wild. He filled the void between my legs with his face. His tongue was like a fire to my soul, it touched my little bud, sending shock waves through my body. All boundaries disappeared now. The air between us hummed with static. As he sucked on me, my resolve broke. I moaned loudly, not able to control myself any longer. He was holding my ass as he feasted on me. I was shaking, then I moaned my release. Master licked and drank my nectar.

"Good girl. You are mine, my Baby Girl."

Master leaned over me and kissed me ferociously. He eased his hard, rigid cock slowly into my waiting, ravenous pussy. That first push sent me over the edge. I climaxed immediately, flooding Master's cock. His breathing became intense. His heart was pounding. I felt it as I tweaked his nipples hard. There was no longer a leader or a follower. We were one entity, joined in our heightened passion together.

The rhythm of his breathing became my own, an unspoken promise of devotion and shared vulnerability. Each touch was an emotional revelation deepening our bond as we became one, a breathless surrender to the harmonious rhythm of his commanding presence, as we moved through the depths of passion. His thrusts became urgent as he grabbed my legs and pushed them wide for greater access. Faster and faster, till his grunts became urgent and loud, he pressed into me so deep. I felt his seed explode into my chasm. It felt warm and comforting. It completed our passion, both of us in ecstasy. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Sunday morning was greeted with the warm sun glowing brightly through the bedroom window.

I turned and found Master waiting for me to wake. I kissed him, so gently, so lovingly. He smiled, hugging me to him.

"Don't you ever think of leaving me," he muttered.

"Not a chance, Master. You are stuck with me." With my hand on my collar, I continued, "This says so."

Master smiled. "Yes. You belong to me now."

Master never wanted to linger in bed. We showered together, laughing and enjoying each other's touches. Then breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs and coffee gave us sustenance for the day.

"Sophie, there is an art exhibition I would like us to attend today. Interested?"

"Yes, Master. I love art."

"Good. Let's get ready and leave. We will have lunch out. Wear something elegant, please."

Little did I know I was in for a surprise. We arrived and were greeted by the Studio Director. She was smiling at Master.

We walked around and admired the art, a mixture of contemporary and modern. There were some portraits also. The crowd was huddled around one portrait. I wondered why. We approached the said piece. Then my mouth dropped open. Master was smiling at me. I was looking at myself, kneeling on the floor, with the collar in place.

"I took a photo and commissioned the painting. You were perfect then. You still are. I wanted us to remember that night forever. I wanted you to see it hanging here, before it comes home with us to the playroom."

Applause broke out when the crowd realised I was the woman in the painting. I blushed and smiled. I thanked everyone. The Studio Director informed Tom the painting would be delivered when the exhibition was over.

"Lunch? Sophie what is your preference?" Master asked me.

"Seafood by the Sea, Master, would be nice," I replied.

"Then let's go."

Master ushered me to the car, where he gave his driver instructions to take us to the Seafood by the Sea for lunch.

We ate lunch. I enjoyed a grilled barramundi with salad. Sir had grilled prawns with garlic, lemon and fresh herbs. Looking out at the ocean, we discussed the weekend events.

"You understand your life is about to change radically, Sophie," Master informed me in a commanding manner.

"In what way Master?"

"You will be moving in with me. Do you understand? That is part of my ownership of you. I get to decide what is best for us."

"When is this to occur, Master?" I asked, surprised.

"Tomorrow. The removalist will be at your place first thing. What you don't want they will donate on your behalf. What you wish to keep comes to our apartment. Here are your keys."

I was aghast. I could not speak.

"Any objections, Sophie?"

"No, Master," I murmured.

"You can leave that rust bucket you drive too. There is a new yellow RAV 4 car waiting for you in the garage. Here are the keys."

I could not speak. I was overwhelmed with emotion.

"Master, you are just too generous," I managed to utter.

"Sophie, this is just the start. Accepting my collar will now take you to a new way of life."

Master dropped me at my apartment after lunch. I started sorting my possessions straight away.

Monday arrived. I phoned my boss to take a personal day. The removalist arrived and dealt with the move and the donations. I gave my car to a friend. She was delighted. I then settled my possessions into the blue room, making it my own.

Tuesday arrived. I drove my new car to work. I was promptly called into the Director's Office upon arrival. I was handed my termination papers. I was shocked and didn't understand what was occurring.

My phone buzzed, giving the answer why.

"Sophie, I own the company where you work. Have your termination papers been given to you?" asked Master. I could picture the smile on his face.

"Yes, Master," I answered.

Laughing, Master said, "I will expect you here within the hour. Your new job is waiting here at Baxter Corporation. I told you there would be massive changes. This is just the beginning. Our life starts now, Sophie. This, so far, has been just getting to know each other."

To be continued.