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"Fuck you..." she muttered at Tom, now that her arousal was gone. She was mad at him for making her show parts of herself that even she did not know existed.
And at the same time, she was extremely grateful. Tom had to leave them, and for now, their first day was done.
The trio of friends returned to their private room and closed the door behind them. Emma took a shower in the wooden tub after asking her friends to take off her chains and collar.
When her shower was done, she found Peter and Arys eating at the table. Emma walked to her bed and found her clothes there. She was supposed to be kept naked, but Peter and Arys had said she could wear clothes once they were alone in their private quarters.
Emma returned to the dining table with boots, pants and shirt on. The guys were looking at her with mischievous smiles.
"What?" she said.
The guys got up and surrounded her on both sides. "Tom is right," Arys said.
"We need to put you in your place," Peter added.
Before she could react, they both grabbed a part of her shirt and tore it apart, revealing her bare breasts.
"My shirt!" Emma yelled, already smiling. Before she could "complain" more, they grabbed her hair, turned her around, and forcibly took off her pants and boots.
The guys threw her clothes in the fireplace.
"My clothes!" she said. "Now I'm never gonna get to wear anything."
"Yeah," Arys said, smiling. "Better that way."
The guys went back to the table and sat down.
"You can eat with us if you want," Peter said. "But you're kneeling on the ground from now on."
Emma took a deep breath and smiled. "Yes Sir," she said, obeying and kneeling, all naked and submissive. She looked at her two friends sitting above her and enjoyed the authority emanating from them.
Her instincts told her this was just the beginning, and that her disciplining and humiliations were just starting.
And she couldn't wait for more.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous8 months agoGreat stuff! I especially loved the arse slapping. When I was a young man I worked as a bar tender in a pub/ restaurant. It soon became apparent that one of the young women who worked in the kitchen enjoyed having her arse smacked so I started giving her what she wanted and adding the command: "Two sugars!" to indicate how I wanted her to serve my tea. Funny thing, she always made me tea! She started to play pranks on me knowing that the result would be her going over my knee for a tanning but it never stopped her!
More women than would ever admit it enjoy having their arses slapped and being put in their place.
