After breakfast, I got a surprise as Josh took me out into the garden to a large pool. I have always loved swimming. The water was cold, but all the more soothing to my aching body, and I ended up having a lot of relaxed fun with Josh, whom I finally got to know a little better. It could have been a normal situation had there been any onlookers, but we both knew it wasn’t. I was supposed to be submissive to him, obey his orders, make myself available whenever he required it. The fact that he laughed with me didn’t erase the fact that there was a hierarchy, and that I was at its bottom.
Tom came out a little later, watched us for a while, and then took off his pants and sat down by the poolside with his legs in the water. He looked at me, snapped his fingers, and pointed at his cock. It was an order, and although I hesitated for an instant about following it, I swam towards him and did what he wanted, sucking his cock deep into my mouth and throat until I swallowed his cum. I again realized how much I loved this, loved his cock, his cum, his eyes on me, his hands on my breasts, and the fact that Josh was watching. I was bad, and I loved it.
Half an hour later, I found myself in the room where I had been the first night—showered, dried, hair and make-up done, naked and tied down in the middle of the table, hands pulled upwards, legs opened. Tom and Josh took their time with my wrists and ankles, doing their best to make movement impossible. I did try, though.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Josh said.
"Doing what?" I asked.
“Testing everything. I’ve seen my share of subs, and you’re the only one who always checks whether the bonds will hold."
"I don’t know," I said slowly. Did I? And was that bad? Something inside me rebelled at his use of the word "sub." I wasn’t a sub, was I?
When Tom and Josh (and me) had made sure I couldn’t move, they left and came back with plates of food, which they began to arrange on my body. Bits of vegetables, cubes of cheese, and crackers were placed artistically over me as they chatted and laughed. I couldn’t believe I was getting set up as a living plate, but then it wasn't as if my opinion mattered.
When they were done, Tom bent down and kissed me. He seemed pleased with the result.
"Rather appetizing," Josh observed.
"Exactly what I was thinking," Tom said. "But I wonder. Will she behave, or is brat also on the menu?"
"She doesn’t have enough slack to act up like she did when I took her to the pool." Josh smiled. "I didn’t punish her, but would like to later."
"Of course," replied Tom. He stroked the inside of my thigh, then pushed two fingers deep into my pussy. Once again, I was startled by how intensely my body responded to his touch.
"Listen up, brat," he said, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me. "Marc’s coming over, and he’s someone very important to me. I won’t tell you to behave, because he’ll deal with you if you don’t. Don’t worry, Josh and I will be here through it all."
He pumped faster. "Marc should be here anytime. Be still, brat. If so much as one crumb falls off, you get the nipple clamps for 10 minutes - for each crumb of course. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, Master."
"While we’re… dining, shall we say, you will not speak unless spoken too. Got that?"
"Yes, Master."
He kissed me again and withdrew his fingers. "Have fun, sweetie. I promise you this will be intense. But remember, use your safe word if you need it. No questions asked."
They closed the door behind them, leaving me helpless and covered in food. I felt very uncomfortable. My arms and legs were stretched to the maximum. I could move only my head, which I carefully lifted to see what I looked like dressed like a smorgasbord. I desperately hoped nothing fell off. If yesterday’s lesson had taught me anything, it was that I hated nipple clamps. The table was hard and the food felt weird on me. My predicament suddenly hit me full on. What the fuck! But it was too late for second thoughts.
I tried to relax, hoping I wouldn't need to sneeze or cough. It wasn’t long before I heard the doorbell, and then voices and steps. The door opened.
"Oh wow."
It was the man, Marc I assumed, from last night. He laughed, went around the table and stood so I could see him. Or so that he could see me. I felt very nervous. He was tall, with grey hair, and a smiling face which made me think of him as a grandfather rather than the man who had so casually fisted me last night. Yet he had, deep and hard, without even having seen my face before. I felt ashamed and didn't know where to look, whereas he looked at me intensely, as if he wanted to analyse me.
He turned to Tom. "She’s mine?" he asked, smiling.
"Yours for today," Tom said.
I shuddered. Tom’s words hollowed the pit of my stomach. I had just been given carte blanche to another man.
"Beautiful girl," Marc said, either to me or to Tom and Josh, who had taken their seats around the table.
Marc sat and they started their meal. There was more food on plates around me, but they were enjoying taking the crackers and cheese and vegetables that had been arranged on me from my shoulders to my mound. As they were taking it, they would touch me, sometimes pinching, sometimes caressing, sometimes exploring, always teasing. All the while, they were talking politics, football and even the weather, while I was completely ignored. I still fought to remain relaxed and not give in to the need to try and shake myself whatever little I could shake. I also knew that the longer it went on, the more my body would become accessible, and not knowing what was ahead of me made me feel tense.
It felt humiliating to be there at their mercy, a life plate covered with their food. And I knew that this was the kind of humiliation they were aiming for. I was reduced to being an object, submitted, helpless. They knew, and I knew, that I both loved and hated it; they knew how much this was a struggle for me. As if not enough, I was sometimes forced to eat bits of food from their hands, similarly to how you would feed a dog off your table. An intense mix of feelings built up inside me.
Marc picked a last slice of carrot off my breast and then moved to my pussy. I felt the coolness of the carrot as he touched my clit with it and then moved it up and down my pussy. I unwillingly shuddered. As much as I had been fighting it, my body had become addicted to this. He brought the carrot to my mouth, motioning me to open up and eat it. I refused and shook my head. I didn't like my own juices. He tried again; I refused again.
"Interesting," he said. I knew the others were watching him. "Is it a problem with obedience, or does she dislike her taste?"
"Both," Josh replied. "I wasn’t there last night, but I’ve heard enough to imagine what you’ve seen. She’s amazing when she’s given no choice."
"Where did you find her?" Marc asked.
"I bumped into her at her workplace," Tom said. "Had an idea she might be good. Managed to track her down at a concert, got to know her, and tried her out for two nights. She’d had no experience, but it was like she was sucked right into it, as if she had been waiting for it all her life. So I went for it."
I was glad to hear his voice, as I felt so tense and lost. But I didn't know he had seen me before the concert. I tried to catch a glimpse of him, but couldn't meet his eyes. He was right about when he started all of his kinky stuff. It had felt so incredible, so necessary, I had felt so alive...
"Went for it?"
"Yeah," Tom said. "I convinced the others it was worth a try. We picked her up and basically dragged her into a minivan one night."
"You kidnapped her?"
"You were there?" Marc and I had spoken simultaneously, both sounding incredulous.
Tom slapped me. "You're not supposed to speak until you're asked to. And yes, of course I was there. I wanted to watch. And yes, it might have looked a little like a kidnapping. But she was free to leave."
Marc laughed. "I can’t believe you pulled such a stunt. You must trust her. I didn't teach you that though, did I?"
"No," said Tom. "You always let them come to you. I wanted to try this. Something about her gave me the impression that it would work. And it did."
"But you have a problem with her, no?" Marc stroked my hair.
"We have a potential problem. But it’s early days, still. I haven’t seen anyone so hungry for cock while at the same time fighting her own submissive desires. That’s all her. Saying no, disobeying. But she hasn’t used her safe word yet. She’s enjoying herself way too much to do so. She’s a bit of a puzzle, but I enjoy the challenge."
"You’ve always liked the difficult ones," Marc said. I could hear the smile in his voice. "You wouldn't do well with an easy sub. Tell me more."
Josh jumped in. "She’s cute. Naïve. Innocent. You can do almost anything with her. But she’s also headstrong. It’s like you have to push her to the breaking point before she’ll obey. Until you do, she fights you. I thought it would get better, but it hasn’t, at least not when I took her out this morning."
Marc looked at me. I felt hot, ashamed. I hated to hear them talk about me while I was lying there like an object. Yet I loved to feel the strong grip of the bonds that held me and the hands that were wandering over me with the promise of more to come.
His eyes bore into mine.
"Open your mouth," Marc said softly.
I knew it was an order, and that he was used to being obeyed, but I stared back at him. I hadn't invited him, hadn't made any promise. I didn't want my own juices in my mouth. I hated that, always had. I kept my mouth shut, biting the inside of my lips.
"Sweetie," he said. "We are going to have so much fun together. Now listen. Every time I repeat an order, it adds points. The points are punishments I will chose for you. Do you want me say it again? You're on two points right now."
I looked at him, then tried to find Tom’s eyes. He looked at me and answered my unasked request. “You’re his. Obey him. I’m only here to watch. I am not going to help you out."
I looked at Marc, who was still holding the damn carrot next to my mouth.
"Open your mouth," he said. "Three points."
I had no idea what the points were going to represent in pain.
I spoke up, hoping that he would understand if I explained. "I don’t want my own jui—"
Marc shove the carrot into my mouth.
"I don’t care," he said. "Talk to your shrink about it if you must." And he put his hand over my mouth to stop me from spitting it out.
"Soft spots?" he asked.
Josh answered. "Her nipples, breasts in general."
Marc’s other hand pinched my nipple, hard, then harder. I winced.
"I’ll let go as soon as you eat that carrot." He smiled at me.
I chewed and swallowed. He waited a damn long time before letting go.
Their discussions went on, as did their hands. They were playing with me like they would play with a cat or a dog. I could tell Marc particularly was exploring and watching my reactions. Almost all the food had gone, leaving me completely exposed.
"Can I get some ice?" Marc asked
Josh got up and soon returned with a small bucket filled with ice cubes. He handed it to Marc.
They were looking at me.
"What are the no-goes?" Marc asked. "Her hard limits?"
Tom spoke. "No blood and no choking. She’s afraid of being choked. Perhaps I’ll try it again, but right now, it’s absolutely off limits. There may be other ones though as we move on."
"Okay, fine with me," Marc said. "Sweetie, tell me. What is it with disobeying?"
I didn't know what to say, feeling like a child that was being scolded.
"I think some of it’s related to what a good girl is supposed to do and not do," said Josh suddenly. "As if she can’t get over that, and needs to be at a point where the decision is totally taken away from her, and then she’s free to let go."
"Did you have a religious upbringing?" Marc asked.
I looked at him. He had touched a soft spot. I slowly nodded. And then saw Tom raise his eyebrows. He hadn't known that.
Marc smiled and stroked my head again. "Well, then we’ll help you let go. But I do suggest you obey."
He didn't want any deep discussion; I had understood that. He had wanted a simple answer before moving on.
"We’re to going to make you hot soon," Marc said. "So I think you might enjoy a little refreshment beforehand."
He reached into the bucket and took out two ice cubes, which he began rubbing in circles on and around my nipples. The cold bite into my skin, and my nipples stiffened. Had I no control whatsoever over my own body?
"You will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ You will obey me. You will be punished and rewarded depending on how well you please me."
His voice, his commands, hypnotized me. The cold spread from my breasts to the rest of my body.
"Fill her pussy and ass with ice," Marc said.
He took more ice cubes from the bucket and pressed them against my breasts. I winced. I had always disliked cold. Josh and Tom inserted several cubes into my pussy, which made me struggle against my bounds. Tom freed one of my ankles and held my leg up to give them access to my ass. I fought to control myself, but the cold and feeling of getting filled overwhelmed me, particularly when Marc forced open my mouth and pushed several ice cubes in. I felt my insides getting stretched and icy, everything was burning with the cold. I fought against the bounds and the hands that were holding me and inserting more ice whenever and wherever they could. Finally, what was left in the bucket was emptied on my stomach, and they continued to rub ice into me everywhere, inside and outside, until it all had melted and there was nothing left but my wet and trembling self.
Upon a signal from Marc, Josh began stroking my cold pussy, and to my dislike, my body reacted. His fingers burned hot on my cold flesh, in my frozen pussy. Marc pushed several fingers into my mouth and held my head down by putting his hand over my throat. His touch was determined, but he didn't choke me. I fought him as well as the urge to surrender to Josh’s caresses. I tried to shake my head, speak, protest, get my leg out of their grip, all to no avail.
"Fight all you want," Marc said, staring into my eyes. "You’ll come because I say so. Cum, little girl, cum!"
Josh stroked me faster and I knew I was going to come. I moaned and tried again to break out of their grip and control. Tom moved to the other side and started rubbing my breasts with one hand that burned on my skin while pushing his other hand on my lower tummy which stopped me from moving away from the fingers inside me. Josh thrust deeper and harder, warming and rubbing me, making me wild and wilder. I moaned, biting Marc’s hand without him releasing his grip. I tried to hold back, but then, I let go and pushed onto Josh’s fingers instead of away, and within seconds, a strong orgasm swept over my body and left me shaking and weak, limp in their hands.
Marc didn't give me any time.
"Fingers in her mouth," he ordered Josh, who duly moved over and replaced Marc's hand with his own before I could close my mouth.
I felt dizzy, but couldn't look away from Marc who now motioned for my bonds to be removed. I didn't like Josh’s fingers with my pussy juice in my mouth, but hadn't enough fight in me left. My hands and feet were untied.
"Suck his fingers clean," Marc ordered.
I reluctantly obeyed.
"I see what you meant," Marc said to Tom.
"Fun, isn't she?"
"Most definitely," Marc said, then turned to me. "Get off table and kneel before me."
I found his tone to be a bit much, but, still feeling dazzled by my orgasm, the cold and the heat, I simply obeyed. I got down from the table and, after a slight hesitation, on my knees before him, looking up and trying to see his eyes.
"Good. You’re okay?"
I nodded.
Marc smiled. "Great. You’re a firecracker, girl. I want that pussy sooner rather than later. We’re going downstairs now."
I must have looked confused.
"You haven’t taken her downstairs, have you?" Marc asked Tom.
"No, we’ve had our hands full," he replied.
"You’re sure it's okay if it’s me taking her for the first time?"
"Yes, but I want to keep some things for myself."
"Sure. Thanks for the honours."
"You’re welcome," Tom said. "I’ll be watching the master at work." I could hear him smile.
"I want a name for her," Marc said. "Her real name or a fake one, I don't care. Just give me a name."
"Call her ‘Ann’ then," Tom answered.
Marc laughed. "As in anonymous, gotcha."
He looked down at me. "Listen. What you want or think no longer matters. Here and now, you are Ann, my sub, my slave, nothing else. Keep your eyes downcast at all times. Keep your mouth slightly open at all times. You will not speak unless I give you permission. And when I do, you will address me as I told you. My orders come before anyone else's. Did you get all that?"
I nodded.
"Eyes down then," he said.
I cast my eyes down, feeling immediately as if I was giving up whatever little control I had. If I couldn't look at his face, I couldn't even try to guess what was coming.