Open Mouth, Insert Foot

I hear voices and footsteps leading to my room again. This time the door opens and both Michael and Master walk in. They close the door behind them. I shamefully lower my eyes, not being able to look them in the eyes, as I know I have hurt them both. I love both with all my heart. You know the old Bible saying that you can't have 2 Masters: that you will love one and hate the other. Well, that is not true. I love both my Masters. That is why I feel so bad.

"So you feel that your body is your own. That you don't have to listen to or obey us," Master at last speaks to me.

"No Master. I spoke out of turn and should not have uttered those words. I was just being selfish by thinking of myself and not of my Master's pleasure first," I explain, telling the truth.

"Being sorry now does not take back those words though, does it?" Michael responds.

"No sir, you're right. I know that saying I'm sorry doesn't heal the wounds I caused both you and my Master," I agree.

"No it does not. Only time can do that. Michael and I have talked long and hard about what to do with you. I was going to turn you loose, but Michael has convinced me otherwise," Master replies.

My heart jumps to my throat and I look up at Master and Michael. I wait for them to continue. Fresh tears run down my face at the thought and I am tempted to start begging until his last statement sinks in. Michael has convinced him other wise. I look at Michael and thank him mentally, although I also feel guilty about causing an argument between them.

"Yes, I suggested that you needed another chance and more training. I told him that you had too much time on your hands while he was gone and that led to you being selfish and not thinking about your Masters' pleasure first," Michael confirms.

"I had to agree with him. There are too many times that I am gone for most of the day. As the saying goes, 'when the cat's away the mice will play'. Well, we will fix that." Master inserts.

I am trying to figure out what this means to me.

"First, however, comes your punishment, I know that Michael already paddled that ass and pussy, as was his right, but now for mine. Bend over the end of the bed," Master announces.

I stand up, walk to the end of the bed, and bend over the cushioned footboard. Master takes my feet and secures them with the foot straps kept there. The waist strap he applies next. He uses these to prevent me from moving and causing injury to him or myself. Michael, who has been helping Master secure me, disrobes next, as does Master. This is not new. They are often nude when punishing me, so that after my punishment was over I can easily take care of their pleasure and show them my thanks for the punishment.

Michael climbs on the bed, sits at my head, and grabs my hands to prevent me from putting them on my ass during the spanking. My head is in his lap with his cock standing up. I can tell he is thinking of another blowjob or pounding my pussy and ass. I do not suck him at this time, as I know I am supposed to wait until told otherwise.

Master picks up the cat of nine tails first and whips my ass. I do not have to count because he knows I would not be able to keep up with the count. As Master lays down the whip, tears stream down my face.

Michael strokes my hair and replies, 'The first part is over. There is just one more part and the whipping will be finished."

"You did well on the first part, so now it is just the pussy whipping. You know we have to do this. After all, you did deny me it, even if only in words. You know I can not let that go unpunished," Master adds.

"Yes Master, I understand. You are never a liar and you must punish your pussy if I ever deny it to you," I hiccup.

"Michael, please hold her good. This will hurt her worse. I can see that my pussy is already red from your spanking, but she needs to learn her lesson from us both,' Master asks of Michael.

With Michael holding me good, Master finishes the whipping, using the pussy whip on Master's very tender genitals. I will never deny Master his pussy in the years to come. He has burned that whipping in both my brain and his pussy. I have learned my lesson about being selfish.

Once he finishes, they remove the restraints, carry me to his California king size bed, and lay me upon it. Master climbs on one side of me, Michael on the other. They hold me until the pain passes enough for them to continue to tell me of the changes.

"Imp, I still love you and will still keep you as my beloved slave. However, there will be some changes. You will refer to Michael as Master Michael. He will be moving in with us. There will be someone here at all times to control or watch you until the time we see that you have changed your selfish ways," Master informs me.

"Yes, Master and Master Michael, I understand and accept. Please forgive me, Master Michael. I should not have said and done what I did. Master, please forgive me for denying you as my Master and denying any part of my body as yours. I give it all back to you and Master Michael," I consent.

"My Minx, I love you very much. I accept your apology and your body as mine," Master Michael reassures me.

"My little Imp, I also love you. I accept your apology as well and I accept your body as mine," Master also tells me.

Their reference to me as Minx and Imp is enough forgiveness for me. Those names have never sounded so good. They have given me back my identity as their Imp and Minx. When they called me "Pearl" earlier, they had stripped me of that sense of belonging to them.

Master and Master Michael at that point get up. I look at them questioningly, but refrain from saying anything. I am in enough trouble. I will gladly do anything I have to, in order to get my beloved collar back. They walk out of the room but I stay put. I think over what they have said. It does not surprise me. Master and Master Michael have been friends a long time: all the way back to high school. They love each other and would do anything for the other one. I also know both Master and Master Michael are bi and often sleep together.

They walk back into the room. Both have their hands behind their back, hiding something. Master tells me to close my eyes and not peek. I look at Master Michael and he just arches an eyebrow. I close my eyes and wait. I feel something familiar close around my neck. Tears of happiness spring to my eyes. I open them and look at both of them.

"Thank you Master! I will never give you cause to take it off again," I cry as I hug him.

"You better not, otherwise next time it may not be returned," Master warns.

"Minx, please close your eyes one more time. I have something for you as well," Master Michael asks me.

I quickly pull out of Master's arms, kiss him and then close my eyes, sitting on the bed and waiting for Master Michael's gift.

I feel a light chain slipping around my neck, and then something cold dropping onto my chest. I start to touch it.

"Not yet Minx, wait until I give you permission," I hear Master Michael chuckle. I hate waiting for surprises.

I wait until Master Michael gives me permission to open my eyes, "Open them now, my Minx."

I look down and see a heart locket. On the front is engraved "My Minx", while on the back are the words "Love, Master Michael". I open the locket and see two pictures: one is of me and the other is of both of my Masters. I cry and throw my arms around my Master Michael. "How, when, why?" I stammer out.

"I had it done yesterday. Domion and I had been talking about making it more official that I was to be your Master than what it was. I have grown quite attached to my little Minx. Tonight was supposed to be special," Michael reveals to me.

This makes my heart sink, to know that I have caused what is supposed to be a wonderful celebration to turn into a major punishment session, all because of my selfishness and thoughtlessness. Had I sought out their pleasure first, I would have received much more. Being a slave is not all about giving and not receiving. A slave also gets much more, if they do what is required of them. So little to ask, I think now. Yes, I have learned the moral of this tale.

"After everything happened, I wanted to cancel it. I thought that you would see it as a reward for being so bad. I intended to release you from my services, but Michael thought that you needed a second chance and a reminder you that we were both your Masters. He convinced me that what you had done it just showed that you needed it more than ever. However, we now needed to give it to you not in the celebration we had planned, but as a reminder of what you are, our slave," Master revealed.

"I am very sorry for acting selfish and not thinking of your pleasure as I should have done. I can see I need a lot more training," I apologize once more to them.

I remember that I had not pleasured them yet, "May I please see to your pleasures now, Masters?"

"Yes by all means, do so," they answer in unison.

I start by giving Master Michael a blowjob, while Master fucks his sore pussy. I don't mind it, however. It is a badge of honor. He forgives me, and I am still his Imp. After both men have come, they then swap positions except that Master Michael wants some ass. This doesn't shock me; it is, after all, one of his favorite acts. Several hours and several orgasms later, we lay tangled in the bed. I personally have climaxed only once, amid a lot of teasing and torment. I want more but know that I don't even deserve the one I have received. Besides, tomorrow we have to plan a celebration and a new collaring ceremony, which would be plenty of fun.

We drift off into sleep, with me surrounded by the 2 men that mean the world to me. They are the ones I never want to disappoint again. They both hold me all night long. I feel even more loved and protected. This is one lesson I would never forget in the many years we spent together. I would get into trouble and let my mouth override my good sense, but never again would I ever hurt them again like today.

I will save the next part of my tale for the next story "The Collaring".