Sometime through the night caitlin awoke, feeling warm and cosy, lying snug in Master Mikes arms. She smiled remembering their wild, almost feral coupling earlier. Slowly, she untangled herself from Master Mike, wincing at the dull pain between her thighs, a legacy of his prolong banging. Though she was rather quite pleased with herself that she was able to accommodate all of him.

Her hyper domestic sensors began to tingle. She needed to hasten back to her blissful bungalow. She feared that her husband and two children would grow weak for the want of food? Even though food is in abundance, she knew she had to prepare food, for all three are male, and being male just about says it all.

She had often wondered how her husband could stand in front of the fridge or cupboard and ask ‘Where is the…?’ when what he wants is practically jumping up in his face saying ‘I’m here. I’m here.’ or how he can tune out everything around him to watch the news in order to find out what’s happening in the world? She suppose it had something to do with ‘Why men don’t listen and women can’t read maps’, although she herself was an excellent map reader.

The pull of maternal mother, and wonder wife wrenched her from her duties, be what they may at Lord Mobius Dungeon, back to her family. She made it there a few hours before dawn, braving travelling through the night alone.

She scurried about laying fresh Easter Eggs for her sons to find in the morning, and laid out the table with food for them. She knew she couldn’t stay for long. She silently slipped into there room and kissed them gently on the forehead, and did the same to her husband, then left, to travel back to the Dungeon, hoping to slip silently in before her disappearance is noticed. She had not sought permission to leave.

It was just predawn when she made it back to the dungeon, and already the slaves were up and preparing food for breakfast. She made her way quietly through the corridors, making her way towards Master Mikes room. She turned round one corner and slammed into the back of Lord Mobius. He seemed preoccupied, and a tad irritated at having been interrupted in his dealings with Mandy, who was who had her back to him, and was bent at the waste.

‘Go back to my room, and we will finish this later,’ he said to her giving her a hard slap on her butt. She scuttled off quite quickly.

‘Out early I see?’

‘Y y y yes Master.’

‘Without Master Mikes knowledge, let alone permission.’

‘Yes my lord’

‘Come! He is none too pleased with your actions’. Lord Mobius took caitlin’s arm and dragged her down to Master Mikes quarters.

Master Mike was up, and looked none too pleased with her. ‘Where have you been!’ he growled. ‘I hadn’t given you permission to go anywhere!’

‘Sir please forgive me,’ she begged. ‘I only left for a short while to lay out the Easter Eggs for my sons. I did not want to wake you, because I didn’t want to disturb you sleep,’ she said half sobbing, tears welling in her eyes.

He clasped a collar around her neck. ‘I can’t have you wilfully doing as you please around here. Discipline would fly out the window if I did. This collar will prevent you from leaving the dungeon. You will get to see your family when I say you can. What ever goes on in this Dungeon is by Lord Mobius or my permission. What ever happens in this room…’ he said menacingly.

‘I think it is time for your inspection. Lay on the bead spread’. She crawled up on the bed, the one she had left only a few hours earlier. Then she was trembling with excitement. Now she was trembling with fear. Master Mike secured her legs, while Mobius secured her hands.

Master Mike surveyed the delicious little temptation displayed before him. He saw the slight bruising on her thighs. She gained them only a few hours previously. He smiled fondly recalling how she writhed and thrashed about enthusiastically beneath him, valiantly matching each of his thrusts with her own, in her attempt to please him. And please him she did.

Caitlin looked into the faces of Lord Mobius and Master Mike, wondering what was going to happen to her.

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