will into her. “There is one thing you can do that could help you get into the spirit of playing our submissive for the weekend. You’ve agreed to do whatever we say and to let us do whatever we want to you. Immerse yourself in your given role by thinking of us as, and calling us, ‘ Master ’ for the rest of today.”
Both brothers watched her and Rebecca did all she could to hide her inner struggle with the seed now planted in her mind. The word Master…how loaded it seemed; with threat, promise, veneration.
Did she really want to think of herself as a slave?
However; she was enticed by the thought of having no control of what was about to happen. Since last night she’d had to feel so many emotions; tremendous arousal, anticipation, fear and embarrassment. She’d arrived at the bar hoping to meet someone new and had ended up with an introduction to sensations that surpassed all others she’d encountered.
She still wanted that experience. In that bed last night; the blindfold and restraints, the helplessness had powered a mind-blowing release.
Could she forgive herself if she didn’t let herself discover an even wilder sexual high?
Through it all, she had to find out. Besides, it was just for the weekend. If it ended up a bad one, she’d simply discontinue, Rebecca finally decided.
“I’ll try to do everything that’s asked of me, Master,” she said, to Tristan and then to Alec as her gaze turned to him.
Alec nodded his approval. “Good. You won’t regret it.”
Rebecca gulped, thinking to herself, I sure hope not. Because I’ll have no one to blame but myself for going along with this so far.
“You can take off your dress now,” Alec said, sending shockwaves through her frame.
Apart from a surprised blink, Rebecca didn’t hesitate. She pulled her dress off above her head, and deftly took off her bra and panties. Two pairs of gleaming eyes followed her movements in a thrilling, empowering yet shiver-inducing manner, as she finally stood naked.
It was then she noticed that Tristan moved from behind her and now held two items in his hands. A dog collar and a lead chain. Oooh fuck.
“This is all you’ll need to have on for the rest of the day,” Tristan informed her.
They wanted her to wear a dog collar? When Tristan came to stand in front of her, his expression questioning, Rebecca balked. She could just leave, dammit.
But she was already naked. Also…remembering how being restrained and blindfolded had heightened her excitement last night, she reckoned this might have much the same effect.
Not like it was an unattractive collar; it actually looked quite stylish, like someone who wanted to accessorize would wear.
Hmmm, right.
“Rebecca?” Tristan quizzed, brow arching at her hesitation. “Will you put on the collar or not?”
“Of course, um, Master,” she said through a parched throat. “I was just caught off guard that’s all.” And then she put the collar around her neck. Even if there was no one else but them to see her, she still felt self-conscious; carnalized. And turned on as hell.
Now what?
As if reading her mind, Tristan said, “We’ll start off with some role play. You, Rebecca are my pretty little property.” So saying, he fastened the silver chain lead to her collar. “And as your owner, I’ve invited someone, Mr. Alec to collaborate with us in our scene. You are to please him as you would please me. He’s going to want to do a lot of things to you and as your Master, I’m going to let him.”
“Okay,” Rebecca let out on a breathy whisper, only just thinking to add, “Master.”
Rebecca felt so excited to be gratifying what seemed to be some fantasy of theirs. She liked it already. Yes, even with the collar and lead, which was quite a pretty one, all shiny chain.
She watched with teeth buried in her bottom lip as Tristan took off his shirt. His grey eyes twinkled and showed a depth of danger she was used to by now.
Tristan unbuttoned his jeans
Both brothers watched her and Rebecca did all she could to hide her inner struggle with the seed now planted in her mind. The word Master…how loaded it seemed; with threat, promise, veneration.
Did she really want to think of herself as a slave?
However; she was enticed by the thought of having no control of what was about to happen. Since last night she’d had to feel so many emotions; tremendous arousal, anticipation, fear and embarrassment. She’d arrived at the bar hoping to meet someone new and had ended up with an introduction to sensations that surpassed all others she’d encountered.
She still wanted that experience. In that bed last night; the blindfold and restraints, the helplessness had powered a mind-blowing release.
Could she forgive herself if she didn’t let herself discover an even wilder sexual high?
Through it all, she had to find out. Besides, it was just for the weekend. If it ended up a bad one, she’d simply discontinue, Rebecca finally decided.
“I’ll try to do everything that’s asked of me, Master,” she said, to Tristan and then to Alec as her gaze turned to him.
Alec nodded his approval. “Good. You won’t regret it.”
Rebecca gulped, thinking to herself, I sure hope not. Because I’ll have no one to blame but myself for going along with this so far.
“You can take off your dress now,” Alec said, sending shockwaves through her frame.
Apart from a surprised blink, Rebecca didn’t hesitate. She pulled her dress off above her head, and deftly took off her bra and panties. Two pairs of gleaming eyes followed her movements in a thrilling, empowering yet shiver-inducing manner, as she finally stood naked.
It was then she noticed that Tristan moved from behind her and now held two items in his hands. A dog collar and a lead chain. Oooh fuck.
“This is all you’ll need to have on for the rest of the day,” Tristan informed her.
They wanted her to wear a dog collar? When Tristan came to stand in front of her, his expression questioning, Rebecca balked. She could just leave, dammit.
But she was already naked. Also…remembering how being restrained and blindfolded had heightened her excitement last night, she reckoned this might have much the same effect.
Not like it was an unattractive collar; it actually looked quite stylish, like someone who wanted to accessorize would wear.
Hmmm, right.
“Rebecca?” Tristan quizzed, brow arching at her hesitation. “Will you put on the collar or not?”
“Of course, um, Master,” she said through a parched throat. “I was just caught off guard that’s all.” And then she put the collar around her neck. Even if there was no one else but them to see her, she still felt self-conscious; carnalized. And turned on as hell.
Now what?
As if reading her mind, Tristan said, “We’ll start off with some role play. You, Rebecca are my pretty little property.” So saying, he fastened the silver chain lead to her collar. “And as your owner, I’ve invited someone, Mr. Alec to collaborate with us in our scene. You are to please him as you would please me. He’s going to want to do a lot of things to you and as your Master, I’m going to let him.”
“Okay,” Rebecca let out on a breathy whisper, only just thinking to add, “Master.”
Rebecca felt so excited to be gratifying what seemed to be some fantasy of theirs. She liked it already. Yes, even with the collar and lead, which was quite a pretty one, all shiny chain.
She watched with teeth buried in her bottom lip as Tristan took off his shirt. His grey eyes twinkled and showed a depth of danger she was used to by now.
Tristan unbuttoned his jeans
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