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on her chest. Master C also noticed. “I like this. I like seeing your emotions
travel on your skin.”
    He tenderly toyed with a puffy nipple. “Are they very sore?”
    “Only a little. The main pain came when he pulled off the
clamps.”
    Master C nodded. “That’s from the blood rushing back.”
    She was amazed there had been any blood that high in her
body at that point. She was sure it had all been in her throbbing clit. Unable
to remember a time when she had felt so many sensations at once, she sighed,
her body sated. She relaxed into her two masters.
    “Don’t get too comfy,” Master Q warned. He traced a vein up
the inside of her thigh, causing her to open to him. “We’re not done yet. We’re
only resting.”

Chapter Four
     
    Master C, her golden, tender Dom, leaned over to look
directly in her eyes. “Bring us each a drink.”
    “Yes Sir.” And it hit her, her role as submissive. Really
taking orders. Rather than bristling against the command, she found she wanted
to take care of their needs, as if they were guests at her home. Take care of
her lovers, as they had treated her tender spots moments before. “Where are the
drinks?”
    They instructed her where to find the pitcher of water and
glasses. She filled two and placed them on a tray, then stood before them,
sagging breasts and all, holding the tray while they drank.
    When Master Q looked up, he caught her watching him. “A
slave doesn’t raise her eyes to her master unless instructed to.”
    She quickly looked down at their feet. There was so much to
get used to, so much to learn in order to be a submissive. She’d read up about
it on the internet, in addition to what Mistress Marla had taught her, but
apparently hadn’t cracked the spine of the instruction manual yet.
    At the thought of the woman’s name, she glanced at the chair
in the corner, which stood empty.
    “She left midway through the scene. I guess she felt we had
everything under control, so to speak.” Master C pointed toward the ceiling
above the chair. “The cameras are monitored, so you’re never completely
unsupervised.”
    As if they could have lost control! Chained as she’d been,
she was completely at their mercy. But she knew enough to keep her mouth shut
and kept her gaze on their feet. How easily she had trusted them not to go too
far, to cause real pain or injury. Funny how once she recognized them and
accepted the situation, that portion of her fears had vanished.
    They placed their glasses back on the tray and Master Q had
instructions for her. “Put the tray back and bring the pillow from the table
over here.”
    Lori found the rectangular pad covered in navy vinyl and
carried it to the bench where she stood, eyes down, and waited for direction.
    Master Q leaned back against the wall and spread his knees apart.
He pointed to the floor between his feet. “Put the pillow here and kneel on
it.”
    She knelt between his knees and debated putting her hands on
his muscular thighs. God, she wanted to touch them so badly! “May I touch you,
Master?”
    “You may. And you may suck my cock until I tell you to
stop.”
    She lifted her gaze and saw he was semi-hard already.
Reaching for his cock, she let her hand run the length of it a couple of times,
partly to quell her own need for contact. But this wasn’t about her. Taking him
fully in her mouth, Lori tasted the saltiness of his cum. It was a heady taste,
one she never would have confessed to liking before, but wanted more of now.
    As his cock throbbed in her mouth, she realized her own
control in this activity. She was giving him a blowjob not because he demanded
it, but because it gave him pleasure. She could offer as much pleasure as she
wished, or withhold it if she preferred. Although withholding might lead him to
punish her. She was safest doing her damnedest to make it the best fucking
blowjob he’d ever gotten.
    And she did. Changing her focus from getting him off to
giving him ecstasy, she