Learning to Submit Ch. 19

Author's Note - This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!

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A week had passed since my first caning and since Justin had showed Pat how to mark me. Pat had enthusiastically checked the marks daily to see not only how they faded, but also how long any amount of pain lasted.

We'd played a lot over the weekend following that day, but I'd struggled to reach the same highs as I had after the hours of denial combined with my first real marking.

Pat had tried to up his game where spanking me was concerned and I was doing my best to be patient. I loved him and didn't want to push him into something uncomfortable. But every day at work I came under Justin's dark gaze and couldn't help but remember how it had felt to be dominated by him.

I slept fitfully, dreams of Pat casting off his fears and spanking me to my safeword were interspersed with dreams of kneeling at Master Justin's feet or being tied down and at his mercy. My guilt over the dreams was eating away at me, but I hadn't worked up the courage to tell Pat. The last thing I wanted was to chance hurting the confidence he had finally found.

For his part, he worked at pushing me further, knowing how much I wanted it, and he also started experimenting more with the oils and cream from Master Justin, making me writhe and moan and beg for him to spank me or fuck me or both.

Through it all, of course, he had been very good about ensuring I received lots of pleasure, and any aftercare that was required as well. After my first night of chastity, he'd unlocked the belt the next morning, and after apologies and a lot of begging and promising on my part, he'd spent the next several hours fucking my pussy every time he was hard until both of us were exhausted from orgasms, and my pussy was stuffed with his cum. I'd been careful to ask permission to cum ever since and had avoided having to wear the chastity belt again.

At work, Justin had also added to my marks a few times, as my first week brought a few mistakes that needed to be corrected. Justin was always careful to avoid marking me on top of anything fresh, but he did love crossing older marks to remind me they were there. Pat delighted in tying me down in the evenings and making me watch these sessions, and then making me beg for his attentions after.

At work, both men had remained publicly professional, but behind closed doors Pat had stolen more than a few kisses, especially any time Justin decided I needed to be disciplined. Justin had kept his promise to keep his hands off me except for punishments, and I struggled with wanting more and knowing I shouldn't.

As I sat at my desk Friday morning, trying to wake up and get through my emails, I noticed one from Pat to Justin that I had been copied on.

Hi Justin,

This is a formal invitation to dinner at our house this evening. I will order food for the two of us. Christy will be on a special diet this evening. I hope you are willing and able to help with her meal.

We'll see you at 6.

Pat

I felt the familiar hook behind my navel followed by a flood of heat and wetness. I wondered what else Pat had planned for this evening.

Pat showed up a moment later with a bacon and egg breakfast sandwich and a fresh coffee.

"Oh good, you saw my email. I wanted to ensure you ate a hearty breakfast today. I'll be back to bring you a proper lunch as well."

He kissed my head and walked away, whistling. Someone was looking forward to tonight. I figured we probably all were. I knew I needed to talk to Pat about how I'd been feeling before going any further in submitting to Master Justin.

I set my mind to getting my work done and was pleased with how quickly the morning passed. At lunch, Pat had made good on his promise, taking me out for a proper meal. I seized the opportunity in the car to address my concerns.

"There's something I need to tell you about how I've been feeling recently. We promised each other honesty, and I intend to keep living up to that promise."

I was quiet for a moment, and Pat reached over, placing his hand on my leg.

"You can tell me anything. I promise, Kitten."

"Thank you Master. It's about Master Justin."

Pat's eyes showed concern as he looked over at me. He took one hand from my lap and held it gently.

"Did he do something to make you uncomfortable? I know this work relationship will take some time with the submissive element wound through. We've both been really pleased with you."

"It's nothing like that," I assured him quickly. "If anything, I'd say I'm too comfortable with him. I read your email today and it felt like the floodgates opened and my body was pouring into my underwear. The thought of kneeling and sucking his cock makes me extremely horny. I feel very guilty about wanting to submit to another Master. I don't know what it is, but something about him draws me in, and I feel almost powerless to stop it. I know you trust him not to cross any lines, and I want you to be able to trust me too. But sometimes I worry if he ever asked me to cross a line, I would. I love you. Nothing will change that. I just wanted you to know before you ask me to take a more physical step with him."

Pat was silent as I spilled my confession about how I was feeling and my fears for this evening and the future. I kept my eyes down, watching his hand as it caressed mine, still sitting in my lap. I was terrified of seeing any sign of hurt or betrayal.

The silence stretched on after I finished, and Pat pulled into the restaurant parking lot, turning off the car before he replied.

"Look at me." His voice was soft and gentle, but no less a command, and I turned to face him, meeting his loving gaze.

"I love you, and I appreciate you being honest. I have seen the way you react to him already, and I'm not surprised. Justin has been a Dom for a long time, and he wears that confidence and control like a comfy shirt. You are hardly the first to react to his energy this way."

I listened carefully, looking for any hint that he was displeased with me, but his voice remained calm and even, and his eyes showed nothing but love.

"Even from the short time I've been working with Master Justin and visiting the club, I've learned that some women are more naturally submissive than others. His need to dominate calls to your need to submit, and if he was to ask you to submit more fully than I've permitted, I know you would want to agree. But I do trust you, and you should trust yourself more. I have very rarely seen you submit to a state where you are past reason. I trust if even an ounce of your logical mind was still functioning and he asked you to do something you knew was beyond my stipulations, you would safeword. But I also know that he wouldn't do that. He's helped train a lot of girls for a lot of doms, and his reputation is clean."

I let out a breath rapidly, and Pat gave my hand a squeeze.

"Trust yourself and him. I know you won't go outside of the boundaries I've set. And I've been dreaming of having you at both of our feet tonight, so nothing you say is going to get you out of that, aside from your safeword, of course."

His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he kissed me lightly, sliding one hand up under my skirt to rub against the outside of my panties.

He broke the kiss, growling in my ear as he continued rubbing me through the thin cloth.

"So nice and wet already. I know you are excited to serve us both and I'm excited to have you do it. Nothing else matters, kitten."

"Yes Master," I moaned out into his embrace.

He pulled his hand back as quickly as it had arrived and tugged my skirt back down.

"Good girl, now let's go get you a proper lunch since I don't expect your dinner to be overly filling."

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The rest of my workday flew by, and I was able to get everything done before shutting down at the end of the day. Pat showed up just as I was putting on my coat and pulled me into a deep kiss.

As I fought against the flood of lust threatening to pull me under with him, I felt his hand slide up the outside of my leg under my skirt. He had insisted on something knee length and flowy today, so he had room to get underneath. The hand that was sliding ever higher was on the side of my desk that faced the wall, out of view of anyone who might be watching. Nevertheless, the thought of sometime seeing us like this sent heat straight to my core.

I felt his hand at the entrance to the lacy thong he'd made me wear and I mentally stopped myself from begging him to go further. A moment later it slipped underneath, and I bit my lip to stop myself moaning as I felt something soft brush against my slit.

He claimed my mouth again, and I felt a small nub slide into my pussy, leaving something textured sitting outside. I had an idea what it was, and my pussy oozed all over it in happy preparation.

Justin appeared a moment later, eyeing Pat's hand as he slid it deliberately out from under my skirt. Justin's eyes darkened with lust, and I felt my pussy clench in response. He kept his tone light, but I could see the darkness overtaking his usually playful expression.

"Ready to go? I'm excited for this dinner!"

Pat looked at me and smiled before passing Justin his car keys.

I looked from one to the other, confusion plain on my face.

"But the invitation said 6?"

My body was fired up and I'd been hoping Pat would make time to play a bit more before dinner. I tried not to pout and considered that maybe they had something more fun in mind than my fantasies.

Justin smiled his easy smile at me before replying.

"You're right, it did. But it just so happens I took a cab to work this morning so I mentioned to Pat that I could just come home with you guys and then cab back to my place later. This way I can enjoy your company a little longer."

He winked at me and I felt my face flush. I knew Pat had enjoyed sharing me last time, but he seemed a bit more hesitant with Justin. When we talked about it this afternoon, he'd seemed ok - eager even - but I couldn't help but think there was more he hadn't said. I made a mental note to ask later.

"Of course," I smiled back. "You're welcome anytime, Sir."

Pat leaned down and nipped my ear before whispering "Good girl" just loudly enough for me to hear. A chill ran down my body and straight to my core, as I took the arm he offered and headed out of the building.

When we walked outside into the noise of downtown traffic, I felt the device in my underwear come alive. As I had suspected, it was the vibrator Pat had used once before in the car. Pat and Justin shared a knowing look as I gasped and grabbed more strongly to Pat's arm.

He led me to his car, and Justin held the door to the back seat. I slid in, with Pat following behind me, while Justin stepped into the driver's seat.

Once the doors closed, I felt the atmosphere change as both dominant men turned their gaze to me.

"Shimmy your skirt up over your hips so Justin can see your panties in his rear-view mirror." Pat's voice was darker and more demanding than usual, leaving me almost desperate to comply.

I pulled my skirt up, arranging the fabric and spreading my legs wide to give the front seat an unobstructed view.

Justin adjusted the mirror quickly and started the car. Pat started undoing the buttons of my blouse.

"You know," he said, continuing with the row of buttons, "I'm glad on a regular basis I got my side and rear windows tinted. Much more pleased about that decision of late."

He popped the last button and opened the two sides of my shirt, showing off my unrestricted tits. He loved telling me to come to work braless, and when I did get one, often one or the other of the dominant men in my life would make me remove it before lunch.

As Justin started the drive home, occasionally stealing glances in the back seat, Pat started kissing my collarbone and licking down my chest. He eventually reached the nipple closest to him and sucked it into his mouth, attacking the other breast with his hand.

He licked, flicked, sucked and nibbled while his hand rubbed, pinched, and squeezed on the other side. He claimed my chest with his mouth and hand, while the vibrator in my panties slowly dialed up my desire.

"So," Master Justin chimed in from the front seat, "Pat has been discussing letting me do a little training with you. I suggested you would make an excellent pet. He tells me he leashed you and took your voice once, but I'd like to show you what it's like to really experience pet play. Since you're already his kitten, I mentioned I thought you would look fabulous with a cat tail and ears and little paws. How do you feel about that?"

I moaned loudly as Pat continued to assault my body, driving my lust off the charts.

"I would like that, Master Justin, if my Master wanted it. I am willing to try anything he asks of me."

"Such a good submissive."

Master Justin continued driving, but I could feel his eyes on me often as we drove. Pat continued playing with my nipples while occasionally whispering what he wanted to do to me when we were home. His words pushed my desire to panting desperation as he continued to assault my body at the same time.

The drive home seemed somehow shorter and as if it took forever all at once. When we pulled into the garage Pat helped me out of the car, the vibrator buzzing like mad in my underwear. My juices were flowing freely down my thighs, and I wondered if dinner would really be at 6. I hoped it was sooner.

As we walked inside, Master Justin handed Pat a package which he passed to me.

"Go to the powder room and put this on. You may leave on your thong, since it's important at the moment. We will be waiting for you in the living room."

I heard their casual voices and laughter as they headed to the living room while I headed to the powder room. I was surprised Pat didn't offer Justin a drink.

I opened the package and pulled out a dress of some kind. I pulled it over my head and looked in the mirror. I had a feeling I knew why Pat hadn't bothered with drinks yet.

The dress was short, maybe mid thigh, with soft white layers under the skirt to pop it out a little. The mid section was fitted, and I realized it had laces that could be tightened, and boning in the bodice. I pulled the laces tight, tying them in the front, and reached in to lift my boobs into the low-cut billowing neckline.

I reached back into the package to ensure I hadn't missed any pieces and found two small hair elastics and a note in the bottom of the bag. My hair wasn't much past my shoulders, but it would have to do.

I pulled it quickly into two braids and grabbed my red lipstick from my purse to finish the look. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I had to hand it to them, I looked like a perfect bar wench.

I flipped the note open, eager to get to the rest of the evening as the vibrator continued to torment me relentlessly.

Kitten,

I know the last time we did role play it was a huge turn on for both of us. I thought perhaps this would make the beginning of this evening a little more fun for everyone. I've always wanted to be served by a slutty bar maid. I know you won't let me down.

M

I headed into the living room with a bright smile, and stopped, looking at the two men. Pat's jaw was open and although Justin schooled his features better, his lust-filled eyes showed his appreciation for the outfit.

"What can I get you gentlemen to drink?" I asked, batting my eyelashes as I spoke.

"Two whiskies on the rocks, and be quick about it."

Master Justin slapped my ass hard and I squeaked before running out to the kitchen to get what they'd asked for.

I poured their drinks and returned as quickly as I could manage. As I placed their drinks on the table in front of them, I made sure to bend lower than necessary, giving them both an eyeful as my soft breasts hung down to fill the loose, low-cut top.

Pat's hand reached up to grab at my hanging mounds and I playfully slapped his hand away. He grabbed my wrists pulling them behind my back and forced me to sit on his lap. Once he had me sitting he held both of my wrists with one small hand while he used the other to play with my tits inside my shirt.

As I cried out, telling him to stop in my best barmaid voice, Master Justin pulled out a small remote and pressed a button, making the vibrator in my underwear speed up mercilessly. My cries turned to moans as the vibrations pushed me further towards an edge I knew I wasn't allowed to reach yet.

"I think," said Pat, one hand in my shirt feeling me roughly while the other restrained my arms "that this bar bitch likes to flash her skin around to get better tips, and she doesn't think there are any consequences. Should we teach her about the consequences, Justin?"

Master Justin smiled malevolently. "I think we should. Let's find a room where we won't be interrupted."

Pat kept his hold on my arms and pushed me roughly down the hall to our bedroom. Master Justin followed us in and closed the door.

The excitement from the rough handling combined with the vibrator in my underwear was making it hard for me to stay on my feet. Thankfully right after entering the room, the vibrations stopped.

Pat bent me over the edge of the bed while Master Justin removed my underwear and the vibrator. I sighed as the little protrusion left my body empty and allowed me to momentarily relax as the onslaught of vibrations was removed from my swollen lips and clit.

"Seems the little bar maid really enjoys the teasing. You should see how fucking wet she is. Maybe she wanted to be called out on her teasing."

Master Justin tossed my underwear to Pat as if to prove his point.

Pat looked down at me and smiled. He climbed on the bed and scooted forward until my face was almost in his crotch.

"You look hungry. Better open your mouth sweetheart."

He squeezed my cheeks and I opened my mouth. I was surprised to discover he'd freed himself from his pants at some point and he shoved his semi-hard cock into my mouth.

Pat held my two braids in one hand and kept a bit of pressure on my cheeks with the other. I did my best to fight a little, after all, the bar maid wouldn't have just taken this. His use of my mouth required my concentration to breathe, and I quickly found it hard to fight back. As I submitted to his use, he relaxed the hand on my cheek, changing his hold with both hands to the sides of my head where he had better control.

"Just like that sweetheart. And no teeth or I'll have to make it more uncomfortable for you."

Master Justin was watching, and I could tell he was enjoying seeing Pat's use of me first hand.

"I think I should teach her a little more of a lesson about teasing and consequences. While you use her like the slut she clearly is, I'll punish her for being such a cock tease. Tell me, lovely. Has anyone ever spanked that pretty ass before?"

I tried to protest, weakly, around the cock in my mouth, but I was finding it harder to pretend I wasn't enjoying every second of this.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear that. Well, no matter. Whether you've been spanked before or not, you're going to be now. Hopefully your sore ass will remind you in future that being a tease can get you in trouble!"

He flipped up my skirt, exposing my naked ass and wet slit. He started with two hard spanks, one on each side. I whimpered around the cock currently making its way into my throat.