Francis, Laura, and Margo lay on the bed, all naked, except for Laura’s collar and plug. Francis looks at both gorgeous women lying beside him. Then he looks at Laura with a strict look. “How many times did you fail acting as a decent sub in the last couple of hours?”
Laura looks at him, shocked. “Sir, I know that I’ve not always been up to your standards, but I tried to. You excited me that much that I could not avoid cumming.” She starts making up some excuses, but before expressing herself, she feels she needs to accept that she was acting like a slut and not a good sub. She enjoyed coming that much, and especially the settings made it very exciting. “Sir, I know I need to be punished for my terrible behavior, and I’ll accept whatever you decide.” Tears start rolling down her cheeks.
Francis’ hands run over Margo’s young body. He briefly looks at Laura. “Take off that collar. I’m not convinced you’re worthy to wear it.”
Laura bites her bottom lip. She’s so disappointed. Her hands shake as she fumbles to undo the collar. Once undone, she hands it to her master, “Sorry, Sir. I did not want to disappoint you. It’s just that the emotions and physical experiences were much stronger than what I’ve ever experienced. Would you still consider me as your sub… even your slave? I’m ready to accept whatever my Master decides is appropriate for his worthless sub.”
Margo looks at Francis. “Aren’t you too strict, Francis … I think she tried to be…” Once she notices Francis’s stern look, she stops pleading.
Francis takes the collar. “Get off the bed and stand in front of that desk. Spread your legs and put those tits on the top of the desk.”
Laura immediately gets off the bed. She remembers that her master wants a sub to crawl whenever possible and crawls to the desk. She gets up and positions her upper body on the top of the desk. Her tears still running and making the top wet. She opens her legs wide. She doesn’t dare to look up and will accept anything he decides.
Francis gets off the bed and stands behind his sub. He pulls her hair back. “What were you thinking, slut, each time you just went for your own orgasm? You never thought that your role was to please your master?” He lands his hand hard on her ass cheek. She jumps and cries harder, “Sorry, Sir, that your sub focused too much on her own orgasm. One, Sir.”
He continues hand-spanking her ass cheeks, alternating between the two. Each time she counts and excuses herself for her unworthy behavior. Tears, saliva, and snot make a mess on the top of the desk.
At 10, he stops, his cock pointing to the ceiling, rock hard. “Now, get in the corner, on your knees, hands on your neck, and turn your back to the corner. Once in the corner, I don’t want to see you move; I don’t want to hear you anymore.”
Sobbing, she crawls to the corner, her ass cheeks burning. She gets on her knees and turns around, watching her master. Her body is hurting, but her pride is hurting much more. She tries to control the sobbing while moving her hands to her neck. She looks at her master as he walks to the bed.
Francis lies down beside Margo. “Sorry for this interruption.” He leans forward and kisses Margo on the lips, sensually, while his hands roam her soft body, her breasts, her belly, and her ass cheeks. “Hmmmm, you have such a fantastic body.”
Margo smiles at him. Her fingers teasingly run over his abs, towards his hard cock. “You’re happy to see me, or is it the spanking of that woman that made you hard?”
He laughs, “I was thinking about your body while I had to take care of her.”
Laura watches them and hears them talking and mumbles, “Bitch.”. It’s just too much for her to watch her master being so loving with that young woman, that young woman they just met a couple of hours ago.
Francis hears what she says but doesn’t react.
Margo briefly looks at Laura. She wonders what happened to her: She planned to have a nice shopping afternoon and, before returning home, to have a drink. She smiles at herself when overthinking what actually happened so far since she sat down for that drink. She met this very special couple, and her fantasies about Dom/sub became reality; she could see with her own eyes that it’s not purely about whips and cuffs and chains but that the mental element can be so much stronger. So far she has only had sex with boys her age, some holding hands, some kissing, some quite boring sex, but this feels so different.
Francis moans as Margo slides her fingers along his cock. “May I lick it, Francis?”
He nods.
Margo gets on her knees, making sure that Laura can have a good look at how she’s pleasuring Francis’ cock.
“Whore.” Laura whispers without her lips moving. Her eyes focused on the lovemaking couple. If her eyes could kill, Margo would be dead. Then she slowly turns away. Watching her master with another woman is so hard, especially in such a gentle, loving situation. He’s never made love with her. Each time it was fantastic, hard, rough sex.
Francis looks up from Margo sucking his cock and notices that Laura is looking away. “Hey slut, look at us… You can learn something from Margo.”
Tears start running down Laura’s cheeks again. This is so humiliating. Why is she accepting this? She’s an adult woman; she gets lots of love from her husband and kids. Why does she allow her master to humiliate her? Even worse, why does it excite her to be humiliated in this way? She looks again at the couple on the bed. She watches Margo slide Francis’ cock deep in her mouth, saliva leaking from her mouth, and then the cock slides out again. It’s so sensual. Margo briefly looks at Laura and smiles, and then focuses again on Francis’ pleasure.
“Bitch,” Laura says under her breath. Margo hears it, but doesn’t react. Francis hears it as well. He looks briefly at Laura and then at Margo. “Margo, would you mind me taking a second to correct that slut over there in the corner?” Before Margo can react, he gets up, and in 2 steps, he’s near Laura and grabs her hair roughly. He pulls it hard, and forcefully he pulls Laura over the floor to the bed. “You’ll excuse yourself immediately towards our guests, or I’ll throw you out in the hotel corridor.” Laura screams in shock and from the pain. She looks up at Francis and screams. “Sorry, Sir, it’s so humiliating that Margo may pleasure you and that I’m not even allowed to wear your collar.” Francis slaps her tits hard while his fist is still in her hair. He starts pulling her towards the door.
Laura screams, “Sorry, Margo, I behaved childishly. Sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.”
Margo looks at her “It’s OK, Laura. I understand. I would also be shocked to see a person I love have sex with someone else.”
Francis stops pulling Laura to the door. “Are you really OK with this woman’s apologies? Do you believe they’re sincere?” Margo nods. “I feel she means it.”
Francis pulls Laura towards the bed. “On your knees, bitch. Lick Laura’s toes. You’re not worthy to pleasure anything more than her toes.”
Margo giggles as Laura reaches over and starts licking and kissing her toes, wetting her feet with her tears. Francis gets some nipple clamps and puts them on Laura’s nipples, without caring about the pain. He takes the flogger and hits Laura’s ass and thighs hard. Each time the flogger hits her body, Laura interrupts the sucking and counts and exclaims, “Thanks for correcting me. This slut hopes she can be trained to be a good sub.”
At 10, Francis stops and looks at Margo. “You think this is sufficient?” Margo immediately nods after briefly looking at the older woman. Laura’s face is a mess: tears running, saliva and snot all over her face, her makeup ruined. Francis pulls the nipple clamps and makes Laura jump. “Stand up and turn around and present me that whorish pussy. Spread it open for me.” Laura screams but quickly does what he asks. She holds her pussy lips open with her fingers and feels how slick her pussy is.
Francis gets a riding crop, swishes it, and lands it hard in his hand. Laura watches it and starts to shake. She knows that the flogger was just the start. “Sorry, sir, …” Before she can end her excuse, Francis lands the leather tip of the crop on her clit. He looks at her and waits for her to start counting. Laura jumps and screams from the burning pain. “One, Sir. This whorish pussy needs to be controlled and punished.” Francis smiles at her and lands the next one. With each stroke, the sound of the leather tip of the whip on the wet pussy sounds even more like someone jumping into a deep puddle. The pain is almost unbearable, but Laura succeeds in counting and excusing herself. At 10, Francis stops and looks at Laura’s body. It’s a complete mess. She shakes on her legs.
Francis puts the crop away and returns with a cane. “Are you sure you want to be my sub, Laura?” Between sobs, Laura is able to say that she’d be pleased if he would reconsider her. Francis looks at Margo. “What do you think? Does she mean it?”
Margo nervously nods yes. She never imagined that a D/s relationship in real life could be so impactful. When watching some porn, those subs take the pain and the humiliation as if it’s nothing. Now she sees how impactful it is. She must admit it’s a feeling she loves. She could easily picture herself as Laura, though she thinks she’d be able to control her mouth a bit better. Without being aware, her left hand is on her clit, playfully rubbing it, even further increasing her arousal.
“I’ll reconsider you if you accept five strokes of the cane with pride, without calling out.” Laura nods. Francis takes the nipple chain in one hand and pulls the nipples. Laura bites her bottom lip to avoid making noise. Francis lands the cane hard across Laura’s breasts. “One, Sir, thanks to reconsider this slut as your sub.” Tears welling up. She continues biting her bottom lip. When she feels the second stroke, she tastes blood in her mouth. It continues till five. She’s able not to scream. Francis takes the clamps off, and the pain in her nipples gets even more intense. She’s close to fainting. Francis looks at her and supports her till her breathing gets back to normal, till her legs stop shaking. She looks at him and is able to smile.
“You did very well, girl. My sub, you can crawl back to the corner.” Francis puts the implements away and looks at Margo, who’s still rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples, her eyes closed; she’s really in her own world. He then watches his sub crawl to the corner and get up on her knees. Francis follows her and puts the pink collar with leash around her neck. Laura looks up and smiles a happy smile and whispers, “Thanks, Sir, I know I was not a worthy sub, but I’ll try to be better. Thanks for correcting me.” Almost every square inch of her body is sore, but she feels much better than before the correction. Francis lovingly kisses her, tasting her saliva, tears, and snot.
He then returns to the bed and crawls on top of Margo. “It looks like somebody is having some fun.” Margo looks up. “This was such an incredible experience, sir. Could you please continue what you started? I’m so in need of a hard cock.” Francis slides his hard cock so easily into the young waiting pussy.
Laura looks at the couple. She feels pride and happiness instead of the earlier disgust and jealousy. She’s now happy that her master lets her watch him be happy with another woman.
Quickly Margo and Francis explode together. Francis’s seed fills Margo’s pussy and leaks. After a couple of minutes lying on the bed in afterglow, Francis looks at his sub and tells her to join them. Margo crawls to the bed and gets on the bed between the two. Even though her body is sore and every touch hurts like hell, she’s happy that she may feel those touches.
Margo watches how loving the dominant can be with his sub and smiles, jealous of what Laura has. She watches the two people doze off, gets up, puts on her clothes, writes a thank-you note with her number and mail address and quietly leaves the room.
