Theirs -Collared

I'd done it. Sucked Master's cock and swallowed His cum, sharing it in a kiss with Mistress and finally swallowing it down. I imagined I could feel it inside, like a warm, glowing liquid ball of light. Settling back on my heels, hands clasped behind my back, I bowed my head down and said,

"Thank You, Master."

Placing His hands on either side of my face and tilting my head up to meet His gaze I thrilled to hear Him say,

"Not bad at all Shy. Not bad at all for a first time indeed. I really don't think I've had such an eager little whore on the end of My cock, since, well, since We found Sarah. Though Steve might be a close third... What do you think, Annette?"

I thrilled to what I'd just heard. I didn't know these others, had never heard their names, but I was proud to know I compared favorably to them. Though I'd never been the competitive sort, I wanted to be the best, Their best, submissive.

"I don't know honey... I do know I'd like to see what that slutty mouth of his can do for Me. Come to Me, Shy."

Sidling just a bit over, I knelt before Her. Sitting forward, my Mistress leaned in close, I could feel Her hair tickling my back as She whispered in my ear,

"You know what's next, whore boy. Impress Me and perhaps We'll go a bit easier on You later when We fuck you..."

Summoning my courage, hoping I wasn't wrong about Her, that She might enjoy a bit of spine in those who served Her, I dared to look at Her, into Her dark eyes and say,

"I am Yours, Mistress. Use me as You please. Gently or cruelly, it is Your's to decide. Only please just let me continue to serve You both..."

With that, I bent forward, arching my back, to bring my lips to Her feet. Kissing the tops of them again, moving up from Her toes to Her ankle, first the left and then the right. As She fell back into the couch, I rose up to sit on my heels, lifting Her left leg up, running my right hand up her smooth calf, bringing her foot up to my lips. Kissing the sole of her foot, dragging my tongue lightly over the arch and to Her toes. Running my tongue over them, I wrapped my lips around Her painted toes, sucking on them as I had Master's cock just minutes before. Losing myself in the worship of my Mistress's feet, moving from one to another, I couldn't help but moan with desire for Her. For a moment, I thought maybe I could stay there forever at Her feet, licking and nuzzling them would keep me on edge for a millennia, but I knew She wanted more from me and I hungered for a taste of Her.

Leaving Her feet behind, I moved my hands up Her legs, my lips and tongue trailing soft kisses and licks. Gently spreading Her legs further apart, I reached the soft skin of her inner thighs only to feel Her hands on my head, pressing me away.

"Ask. Beg. Let Me hear how badly You want Me."

Looking up into Her eyes, letting go of all fear and shame, I said

"Mistress, I need You. I need to taste You, to kiss Your lips, feel You under my tongue. I want to feel You rise up to meet my mouth, to feel You tremble as I give You pleasure, to make You feel as wanted and desired as the Two of You have made me feel these last few hours."

With a slight nod of assent, She leaned back into the couch once more, a soft anticipatory moan escaping Her lips. Reaching up, I opened Her shorts and pulled them down and away, Her ass lifting and moving in that wonderfully feminine way. With a soft cry, I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss atop Her panty clad pussy. Moaning, I pressed my lips against Her, kissing Her through the thin fabric, breathing Her in. Drawing my tongue up and down Her lips, I slowly drew the panties from Her. At long last, She was revealed to my eyes, to my mouth.

Pausing for a moment, sitting back on my heels I tried to memorize every detail of Her. Her lips, the wispy covering of pubic hair, Her clitoris rising from its hiding place. Her scent, Her hear. Locking my eyes onto Hers, I moved in, kissing Her left thigh and then Her right, moving ever closer to Her center, letting Her desire and anticipation grow. Placing my kisses ever closer, at last I simply drew my tongue up through Her lips, gathering up Her nectar to finally kiss Her clit, sucking it between my lips, teasing it with my tongue. I thrilled to feel Her hands come down and hold my head, pulling me in deeper. Reaching up, I held onto Her hips, wrapping my hands around to hold her buttocks as I pulled Her hot, wet mouth to mine.

Moaning into Her, I worked my mouth against Her lips. Moving up from the bottom of Her, licking up one side, tongue darting into Her, circling Her clit, and back down. Much as before, with Master, my world suddenly grew smaller and yet seemed magnified. Suddenly, there was only Her, Her moans, Her pussy, the taste of Her in my mouth, Her rising up to meet me. Time vanished, I was content, in my place, at Her feet, at Their feet. Serving. Pleasing.

Looking up at Her I could see Her eyes close, Her head fall back and a blush begin to rise on Her chest. Her hands gripping my head tighter, pulling me to Her. Like Master before, I was no longer in control. Pressing Herself into my mouth, She began to ride my face, dragging Her lips across my mouth, using me. Moaning into Her, my tongue trying to keep pace with Her motion, I reveled in the sense of being used for Her pleasure.

Crying out, Her body eventually shuddered and convulsed. Pressing onto me, She flooded my mouth with her juices and came to a stop. Placing a few final soft feathery kisses on Her, I sat back on my heels. Bowing my head forward, I could feel Her drying on my face, Her scent filling my world, marking me as Hers.

With a low chuckle, She said,

"I don't think that was his first time doing that..my oh my. We do have quite the little slut with us tonight don't we John? What a mouth..."

Kneeling there, having just orally serviced both of Them, I felt an amazing sense of satisfaction. Of peace. I was, I knew, right where I belonged. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else than at Their feet. I wondered what other sinful pleasures They might have in store for me.

"Not a bad beginning at all, whore. Why don't you go into the kitchen there and bring us all some water. I think Your Mistress could use a drink and I bet You could use one too, yes?"

"Yes Sir." I replied.

"Remember, slaves crawl in Our home boy. Though you can certainly walk if you're carrying something so, go on, fetch us some water." Crawling past them. I thrilled to feel Them both trail Their hands down my back, patting my ass as I slinked by.

As I moved to the next room, I felt Their attention leave me and turn to one another. They began to share the events of the day, as if what had just occurred was of little consequence. Perhaps it was for Them. For myself, it was as if the entire world had shifted to right-angles from where it had once been. I'd just been used as the sexual plaything of not just a woman, a Mistress, but by a man, a Master, as well. I hadn't burst into flame. I still seemed to be me, just, more me than before.

In Their kitchen, I downed a glass of cool water and made two more. Standing, moving quickly, accompanied by the oddly comforting metallic clinking of the cuffs I wore at ankle and wrist, I returned to Them. While I was in the kitchen They'd apparently both put their pants back on, once again I was the only naked one in the room, though I found I didn't mind much at all, it simply felt right.

Mistress was sitting with Her long, bare legs over Master's lap, His hands gliding slowly up and down them, Her hands idly stroking His bald head. Keeping my eyes downcast, I knelt next to Them and quietly offered up the drinks. I couldn't help but notice a collar, leather and metal, a match to the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, a lock next to it, sitting now on the coffee table. Where had that come from? Could it be for me, already? Taking the glasses from my hands, I felt Master's hand circle the back of my neck.

They continued to chat, idly, about their day. Someone at Mistress's work wasn't measuring up. Master was having difficulty with a particular piece of code. What would They be doing for dinner? Never any acknowledgement of my presence, other than His hand there at the base of my neck, holding me in place. Now and then, a finger would move up the side of my neck, gently, to land just behind my ear, moving up to tease it. Keeping my eyes downcast, hands clasped behind my back, I let it all wash over me. I felt adrift on a sea of erotic sensation, borne up on long, undulating waves of desire. I could feel my body tremble, quake with need. Hungering more to touch. To be touched.

I could feel my, Her, Their, cock throbbing, pulsing, demanding. I wanted Her in my mouth again. I wanted Him. I wanted Them both, in me, on me, using me, taking all of me. My entire being was coming alive. Was this what it meant to be a submissive? Were They feeling something akin to this? If so, how could They control it? The need, the hunger? Were it not for His hand, holding me down, I might have simply thrown myself at Their feet, begging, pleading to be fucked by Them. By anyone and everyone. Perhaps that was what made Them Master and Mistress and I Their submissive. I needed Their control, their mastery of these fires inside me, this burning need, this hunger.

"We'll. Shy, you've had a taste of Us, of the things we both enjoy and require of those who serve Us. Before we continue this weekend, Annette and I would like very much if you accepted Our collar. It doesn't need to mean more than that You are Ours for the weekend. We'll leave longer term decisions till later but, given our plans, We think it would be less confusing for you and... others you might encounter."

And, from Mistress,

"It would truly only be for the weekend Shy, unless of course we all decide otherwise later. Besides, I think it would only complete the look of Our cuffs on you and I'd really like it if I had somewhere to attach My leash later. Would you accept Our collar?"

I couldn't believe it. A collar? From our earlier chats, I knew that this meant something to the two of Them. Even if it proved only for the weekend, I would be Theirs. Their collar would be around my neck, marking me as a slave to all who saw. No concealment, no hiding, no lies. Only the truth of my submission to Them.

Not daring this time to meet Their eyes, I merely nodded my head and said, "Yes, yes, I am Yours."

And, with that, Mistress leaned forward and picked up the collar from the table. Sitting forward, She beckoned me closer. Kneeling before the two of Them, hands clasped behind my back, I tilted my head back as She placed Their collar around my neck. I thrilled to the sound of the lock snicking in place, locking the collar in place.

I was Theirs.