Quote Originally Posted by Mad Lews
submissivewife,
Wow, a page turning epic of pain and submission. If I were easy I think I'd be in luv, instead of just being royally entertained. Please keep up the great work. and post some more right now sub!

Yours
Mad
I guess I can't disobey a direct order now can I?

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When the alarm went off the next morning my first reaction was to shut it off and go back to sleep. Then I remembered Sir was here and quickly got out of bed and threw on my robe. I went into the kitchen and got the coffee started.

Walking out of the kitchen, I looked and saw Sir lying on the couch. It was strange seeing another man there and I started to feel a little funny. Leaving the kitchen to go back into the bedroom, then on to the bathroom I turned on the shower. Taking a quick shower and then drying off and throwing on my pink lounging pants and a tee shirt. Finished with dressing I walked back out to the kitchen where the coffee was just finishing up.

Taking three cups from the cupboard and placing them on the counter by the coffee maker I prepared a cup for me and waited to prepare the coffee for Master and Sir. Trying to be quite since Sir was sleeping on the couch I began to make breakfast.

Sir came into the kitchen a few minutes later and I looked up smiling at him. “Good morning Sir, would you like some coffee.”

“Yes thank you slut,” he smiled back at me.

I tried not to blush at what seemed to becoming my new name I poured him a cup of coffee and gave it to him. Pouring another cup, I took it and went to wake Master up. I then returned to the kitchen and finished preparing breakfast.

I took out the plates and served both Sir and Master, who had come in and sat down at the table. I got my breakfast and sat down with them as we all chatted pleasantly about nothing important. When I finished I got up and began cleaning up the mess as they continued to eat and talk.

Once breakfast was done and the kitchen cleaned up Sir looked at me and said, “Slut, dress in your short skirt and a top. No bra.”

“Alright Sir.” I said and went into my bedroom to do as ordered. I took out the short black skirt and a top that would match and got dressed. Staring at the skirt and wishing it wasn’t quite so short, I then slipped on the blouse and went into the bathroom where I did my hair and make-up.
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Once finished I went back into the kitchen and took a drink of my now cold coffee. Sir had me walk over to him and inspected the length of the skirt. Feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny I began to fidget. He ran his hands down my ass and the edge of the skirt. I wondered what he was thinking when he said, “That will do.”

“Thank God,” I think as I walk way.

Looking at Master I asked, “Want me to get some clothes for you Master?”

“No, I am going to stay here this morning while you to go out for a while.” Master said.

Realization hits me then. I began to back up from the two and began to panic a little. Wanting to run and hide in the bedroom, but feeling foolish for the thought of such a childish act. But, I really did not want to get on Sir’s bike. I remained where I was trying to figure out how I could get out of the bike ride.

Looking at Sir I saw he was smiling at me almost challengingly. Knowing that arguing was not going to get me anywhere I began to think of any excuses as to why I couldn’t get on the bike. No new ones came to me since the last time he mentioned the bike ride. So, I kept my mouth closed and tried not to panic.

“Ready?” Sir asked me.

Shaking my head no as well as saying, “No.” Sir stood up and walked over to me. Again the flee impulse took hold and this time it was hard to not give in. Not wanting to argue and not wanting to start the day off with a punishment I began to tremble. Knowing the punishment Sir would give for arguing wouldn’t be pleasant no matter how much pain excited me he could give me enough to make it unpleasant.

Taking my hand, he pulled me towards the door and I meekly followed behind him. Once outside I felt panic and fear take a hold of me. Wanting to pull my hand from his and run in the opposite direction. Knowing that wasn’t going to happen I begin to go through reasons as to why it was ok to get on. Then the bad reasons started to run through my head again.

Stopping in front of the bike Sir waited for me to decide what I was going to do. Taking a step back very much wanting to give into the flee impulse only Sir had tightened his hold on my hand so jerking free of his hold wouldn’t work.

“Bike ride or punishment? Your choice?”

Damn it, I think! I hate these kinds of choices where there was nothing good for me to choose from. I tried to stall as my mind raced with the reasons I didn’t want punishment even if the bike terrified me beyond belief. Damn I think to myself again and look into Sir’s eyes.

“Choose slave.”

Frustrated and a little angry I say, “Fine Sir.”

Letting go of my hand, Sir climbed onto the bike and looked at me with a look that said he would take no more stalling. I tried to swallow my fear as I climbed up behind him and put my arms around his waist holding on for dear life.

Sir chuckled and said over his shoulder to me, “Kelly, I need to breathe. Relax I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I didn’t believe him but did loosen my grip a little and buried my face in his back as the bike roared to life. Startled I held on to him even tighter then before.

“Slut, let go of me just a little.” I hear him say over the loud hum of the bike.

I released my hold a little and looked over at Master who was standing there with a huge grin on his face. “Have fun!” He said cheerfully, almost mockingly.

Then Sir started moving and I tried to remember not to hold on too tight so he couldn’t breathe. I began praying that I would survive the ride. I closed my eyes as we took off. The fear still having a huge grip on me, but slowly as the bike moved along the back roads I could feel myself relax a little. I even turned my head some to enjoy the scenery that flew past us.
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When we returned it was past noon and Master was sitting on the couch watching TV. I walked past him and into the bathroom to fix my hair and face. Finished with freshening up I returned to the living room where Sir and Master were talking.

“Put in your butt plug and vibrator we are going to the mall.” Sir said.

Going into the bedroom, I insert the items I was instructed and then walked back out to the living room. “Master are you coming?”

“Yes, slave,” he said.

Walking back to the bedroom I took out clothes for him to wear and handed them to him, then took the brush to his hair. I went back into the living room with Master and Sir was waiting for us. Once in the van, Sir asked, “What setting is the vibe on?”

“Low Sir,”

Turning back around Sir put on his seat belt and Master pulled out of the drive. When we arrived at the mall, we headed into the mall’s food court and picked on a place to eat lunch. By now the vibrator had me aching and wet as we sat there eating our lunches. Again not eating much I waited for Master and Sir to finish theirs.
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Walking around the mall with my pussy juices dripping down my thighs was embarrassing. It felt as though everyone knew I was on the verge of an orgasm and walking around the mall dripping wet and filled with sex toys.

It seemed as though Sir found a reason for us to go into every store. My feet were beginning to ache from the high heels that I didn’t wear very often. By the time the guys were done, my feet were killing me and I had to lean on Master to help keep me from looking like a walking drunk.

Finally we returned to the van. I sunk into my seat and very badly want to remove my shoes. Only if I were able to do so I probably wouldn’t get them back on, so I left the shoes on, at least I wasn’t standing any longer.
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When we returned home and got out of the van, my feet ached even more. Practically stumbling into the house I cursed my feet for being the way they were. I kicked the shoes off and moaned at the instant lessoning of pressure on my feet.

“I don’t remember saying you could take those off,” Sir said from behind me making me jump.

“My feet hurt so bad Sir.” I pleaded

“You will just have to wear them later then.” Not liking the sound of how he said that I begin to panic.

I sat on the couch I began to rub my very aching feet as Master and Sir talked some more. Finally rubbing the pain out of my feet until I was able to stand I asked Master and Sir what they would like to drink. My feet still smarting as I walked across the floor. When I got back with the drinks Sir said to me.

“Put your shoes on slut and then undress.”