Monday: Friendship & The Structure of Obedience

A soft exhale against her shoulder. A slow, steady rise and fall of breath beside her.

Ashley stirred, her senses waking before her mind fully caught up. The sheets beneath her naked body were warm from shared heat, carrying Seraphina’s familiar scent - a mix of floral soap and something subtly sweet. The air beyond the bed, however, was cool against her bare skin, sending a shiver through her and pebbling her nipples as she curled deeper into the blankets.

A shift beside her, then a quiet chuckle.

“You’re awake,” Seraphina murmured, her voice soft, teasing against Ashley’s ear.

Ashley hummed, eyes still closed. “Barely.”

Seraphina’s fingers ghosted down Ashley’s arm, tracing her soft stomach before settling lower, her warm palm cupping her still-sensitive pussy. She pressed closer, her curves molding against Ashley’s back, their legs tangling beneath the covers. “If you don’t get up, I’ll have to warm you up myself.”

Ashley smirked but didn’t open her eyes. “Tempting.”

She thought of last night - the way the exhaustion of her first day at the Obsidian Conclave had melted into something entirely different once Seraphina and Maris had guided her through their shared space. Two separate bedrooms, each with a king-sized bed, connected by an elegant, shared bathroom. Warm, inviting. Safe.

She had been spent, physically and mentally drained, but the sight of their well-stocked toy collection had ignited a spark in her. It hadn’t taken long before they were sprawled across the lush bed, limbs entwined, hands exploring. A blur of slick heat, breathless moans, and whispered encouragements. She could still see the way Maris had brought herself to a squirting orgasm with a curved glass dildo, dragging it teasingly through her folds before plunging it deep inside. The memory sent a fresh pulse of arousal through Ashley, her thighs twitching in response.

Seraphina’s laughter pulled her back to the present. “Reminiscing about last night will only make you late.”

Ashley cracked an eye open. Seraphina was propped on one elbow, dark hair tumbling over bare shoulders, brown eyes full of amusement - and expectation.

“Come on,” Seraphina coaxed, running a single finger from between Ashley’s breasts down to the slick heat between her legs. “First day of training. You don’t want to make a bad impression.” Her touch was featherlight, teasing, coaxing a soft gasp from Ashley’s lips. She could so easily give in, let Seraphina take her apart again, taste her on her tongue until they were both shaking and sated.

But she couldn’t.

Ashley swallowed hard, awareness settling in her bones. Seraphina was playing with her, testing her. Today marked a shift - her orgasms were no longer her own. The submissives could play, tease, seek pleasure from each other, but release? That belonged to the Obsidian Conclave now. To its Masters and Mistresses.

And that knowledge thrilled her.

Before she could respond, a knock sounded at the door, followed by Maris’ unmistakable voice - smooth, teasing, just slightly impatient.

“Are you two beautiful sluts getting up, or do I need to drag you out of bed myself?”

Ashley let out a breathy laugh as Seraphina rolled her eyes, leaning in to capture Ashley’s lips in a slow, teasing kiss. Ashley whimpered softly against her mouth, her body aching for more. Her lips opened to welcome Seraphina’s exploring tongue, the sensation of their mouths moving against each other in a slick press causing Ashley to tighten her thighs around Seraphina’s hand, which was still teasing her pussy.

“We’re coming,” Seraphina called, her lips brushing against Ashley’s one last time before pulling away.

“You better be.” A pause, then the faintest smirk in Maris’ tone. “Unless you’d rather Mistress Willa come wake you up.”

Ashley’s stomach flipped at the thought, and she bolted upright. “I’m up.”

Seraphina chuckled, sliding gracefully out of bed, her movements effortless. Ashley caught herself staring a beat too long at the soft curve of her ass before forcing herself to move.

Time to begin.

Tuesday: Discipline & Loss of Control

Ashley wasn’t sure what to expect as Master Ryan and Mistress Willa guided her into the training room, each resting a hand on her lower back. The morning had been spent learning how to pleasure them with her mouth and hands - an intimate lesson that still lingered on her tongue. She could taste the sweetness of Willa’s release on her lips and chin, while the unmistakable saltiness of Ryan’s cum remained on her tongue after she had eagerly swallowed.

The session had focused entirely on her giving pleasure, leaving her body aching with unrelieved arousal. Every step sent a teasing friction against her swollen clit, the slick heat between her thighs amplifying her need. Her nipples hardened in response, a testament to how primed she was for whatever was to come next.

As Ashley stepped further into the room, the shift in atmosphere was palpable. The air was thick with quiet anticipation, the kind that made her pulse quicken and her breath hitch. She had been so consumed by her own unsatisfied need that she hadn’t immediately noticed the scene unfolding before her. But now, her focus sharpened, drawn to Maris, who knelt in front of Lexi and Selene with practiced obedience. The contrast was striking - Ashley, flushed and aching from her lesson, and Maris, poised on the edge of discipline. A shiver ran down her spine, not just from arousal but from the deeper realization of what it meant to surrender, to be shaped by the hands of those who owned her pleasure and her correction alike.

Maris knelt in front of Lexi and Selene, her hands resting on her thighs, head bowed in submission. Her breathing was steady, but Ashley could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she fought to remain still. She had broken a rule - an agreed-upon expectation - and now, she was to face the consequences.

Lexi’s voice was firm but not unkind. “Maris, explain to us why you’re here.”

Maris swallowed and lifted her gaze. “I came in session yesterday. Twice. Without permission.”

Selene tilted her head, considering. “And what is the appropriate behavior?”

“I should only cum when you allow me to,” Maris said, her voice soft but resolute. “It reinforces my discipline, my submission. It keeps me focused on serving you both, rather than chasing my own pleasure.”

“And why was your transgression wrong?” Lexi prompted.

“Because I disrespected the structure of our dynamic. I took something that wasn’t mine to take.”

Lexi nodded. “And why are you being punished?”

Maris exhaled shakily. “To correct my behavior. To remind me of my place.”

Selene’s smile was brief, but approving. “Good slut; our good pet.”

Willa guided Ashley toward a plush, deep-seated couch positioned with a clear view of the scene unfolding before them. “Come, Ashley. We want you nice and comfortable so you can fully take in this session,” she murmured, her voice rich with intent.

Settled between her Dominants, Ashley let out a soft sigh as they eased her back against the cushions. Ryan and Willa each took one of her legs, draping them over their thighs, effortlessly parting her. The cool air kissed her slick folds, sending a shiver up her spine. A breathy moan escaped her lips. “Ohhh… mmm…”

Ryan’s fingers traced soothing circles against her skin. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone both grounding and commanding. “Keep your eyes on Maris and her Dommes. This is an important lesson - understanding the balance of Dominance and submission.”

Ashley turned her eyes back to the scene, noticing that the discipline was measured, deliberate. Across the room, Maris was escorted by Lexi and Selene toward a sturdy spanking bench. Before any punishment could be administered, the two Dommes fastened soft leather restraints around Maris’s delicate wrists and ankles. Two long leather straps were also secured across her upper and lower back. Secured to the bench, her body was fully exposed, every curve and sensitive spot vulnerable under their exacting gaze.

The discipline began with Lexi delivering a series of rhythmic, stinging spanks that transformed Maris’s soft, bare flesh into a canvas of tender pink. Each impact was precise and measured, the sounds of their hands meeting Maris’s bare skin echoing in the charged silence of the room.

Ashley was mesmerized by the sounds and changing colour of her friend's skin. She shivered in surprise when Willa’s voice softly tickled her ear, “They’re preparing her skin, my beautiful. Even though this is a discipline, a good Dominant will still care for and prepare their submissive.”

Master Ryan leaned in on her other side, his voice a low murmur against her ear. “Now that she’s warmed up, they’ll begin her punishment. The severity of her transgression will determine the discipline.” As he spoke, he traced a small toy through the slick heat of her parted pussy, coating it in her arousal.

Ashley whimpered, her hips instinctively tilting toward the touch, desperate for more. Was this finally the release she had been aching for? But before she could surrender to the pleasure, Ryan’s lips brushed her ear.

“Focus on the scene, little one,” he whispered, his tone both soothing and firm. “Let Willa and I take care of you.” As he said this, he pushed the toy deep inside her sopping cunt, leaving the little tail sticking out from between her legs.

Focussing her attention back on the scene unfolding with Maris still bound to the bench, Lexi and Selene now alternated their tools - a sleek, black leather crop and a slender riding crop - ensuring that every stroke was as deliberate as it was punishing.

As the first stinging strike of the crop landed on Maris' sensitive pink skin, she gasped at the sensation, her body jolting from the sharp bite of leather against her flesh. She steadied herself quickly, drawing in a slow breath through her nose, exhaling through parted lips. Not wanting to disappoint her Mistresses further, she began to count, her voice clear but tinged with effort. "One, thank you, Mistress."

Lexi’s crop landed again, its precise sting leaving a fresh mark blooming across Maris’ pale skin. Ashley watched as she tried to clench her thighs, not from resistance, but from the way the pain sent heat pooling low in her belly. Another breath, another wave of control. "Two, thank you, Mistress."

Selene took her turn, the tip of her crop striking across the tender flesh of Maris’ inner thigh. A choked whimper escaped her lips, and she forced herself to refocus, to remain disciplined. "Three, thank you, Mistress."

Ashley could hear her friends voice quiver as her skin blushed deeper into scarlet hues. The crop’s biting sting ignited her swollen clit, causing it to throb insistently, while her delicate pussy lips flared with each jolt of sensation. Her muscles contracted, and a fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her exposed, reddened flesh as she trembled between pain and a heady, forbidden pleasure.

Between the harsher strikes, Lexi and Selene interlaced softer caresses along Maris’s quivering skin. A teasing stroke along her slick inner thigh, a gentle trace over the curve of her mound - the Dommes ensured that each moment was a precise balance of punishment and tantalizing reward. “Good girl,” Selene murmured after a particularly well-placed strike, her voice a blend of approval and command.

Maris continued her counting through the discipline session, her voice wavering but steady. "Four, thank you, Mistress... Five, thank you, Mistress..." A shudder wracked her body as another sharp strike landed, her breath hitching before she forced herself to exhale slowly, grounding herself. "Six, thank you, Mistress... Seven, thank you, Mistress..." Her thighs trembled, her muscles quivering as she fought to maintain control, holding herself on the precipice but never falling over. Each deep breath was a battle won, a reaffirmation of her devotion.

Ashley’s gaze lingered on the glistening sheen of arousal coating the inside of Maris’ thighs, even as she trembled under the steady rhythm of her punishment. Maris’ breath hitched, her muscles tensing, the shift unmistakable - pleasure giving way to pain.

Ashley saw it now, the precise moment when something Maris once reveled in became a consequence. It was fascinating, almost hypnotic, how her Dommes could take a source of her pleasure and transform it into a lesson, reinforcing the boundaries they had set. The thought sent a shiver through Ashley. What parts of her own pleasure would Ryan and Willa use as a tool for discipline when she inevitably misstepped? The idea both unsettled and excited her, a delicious uncertainty curling in her belly.

Maris took a deep, shaky breath, grounding herself. Another sharp slap against her swollen clit had her whimpering, her fingers digging into her thighs. Another deep breath, another battle won.

Selene smirked, dragging the tip of the crop lightly along Maris’ slit, teasing, testing. "Good girl," she murmured before delivering another precise, stinging blow. Maris let out a strangled scream, her entire body quaking.

As the discipline reached its fevered peak, Master Ryan and Mistress Willa’s attention turned back to Ashley. Ryan’s skilled hands caressed Ashley’s exposed inner thighs, while Willa’s fingers danced teasingly over the sensitive nub of her hardened clit. With deliberate cruelty tempered by care, they manipulated the settings on the egg, intensifying its pulsations until the vibrations became nearly overwhelming.

“Remember, sweet Ashley, we haven’t given you permission to cum.” Willa reminded her as her fingers continued their sinful stimulation of her clit.

Ashley focused intently on her breathing to control her building orgasm, “Yes, Mistress, I just… it’s so intense… please” she pleaded.

“Now, now, little slut, you know the rules,” Ryan teased as he worked his way down her throat with his tongue. “The Obsidian Conclave and Mistress Willa and I control your orgasms now, your body, when and how it feels pleasure.” The feel of his tongue moving down to her nipple had Ashley in a state of panicked arousal, knowing she couldn’t hold on to her control much longer.

Ashley tried to regain her composure by focusing back on Maris. Now at the end of the discipline, her body trembled with exertion, breath coming in shallow pants, and tears streamed down her cheeks - not just from pain, but from the immense relief of redemption. She had taken her punishment well, had proven her devotion. She had been guided back to where she needed to be.

After, they held her close, whispering reassurances. Maris wept, thanking them, reaffirming her devotion. Her tears weren’t just from pain but from gratitude - a profound understanding that her Dommes cared enough to correct her, to guide her back to where she needed to be.

Despite the command to remain composed, Ashley’s body betrayed her. The combined stimulation of the relentless egg and the expert caresses of Ryan and Willa sent a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her. Her breath hitched, and a soft, unbidden moan escaped her as she succumbed to an orgasm that came without permission - a burst of ecstasy that left her trembling, her limbs quivering in euphoric aftershocks.

The sound of Ashley’s release filled the space, blending with the fading echoes of Maris’ tears and the soft murmur of aftercare. But as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away, a silent exchange passed between Ryan and Willa - heavy with both desire and quiet authority. Though they had allowed her indulgence in the moment, the unspoken truth lingered between them: transgressions, no matter how sweet, had their consequences.

Willa’s fingertips traced lazy patterns along Ashley’s wrist, her touch deceptively gentle. “Was that an orgasm, my beautiful slut?” she mused, her voice laced with amusement. “Did being our perfect little plaything feel so good that you simply couldn’t help yourself?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was a knowing edge beneath her teasing tone.

Ashley’s breath hitched, heat coiling low in her belly at the weight of their attention. “I… I’m sorry, Mistress. Master,” she murmured, voice soft but earnest, hoping to convey her sincerity.

Ryan’s smirk was slow and deliberate as he met Willa’s gaze. “She’s a good girl… when she wants to be,” he mused, his tone edged with playful challenge. Then his eyes flicked back to Ashley, dark with intent. “But even good girls need correction sometimes.”

A shiver ran through her, anticipation curling tight in her chest as a warm flush crept up her neck.