My boys, their girl | BDSM, POLYAMORY | |COMPLETED|

I Need You

"CHEERS!"

They all clink their glasses, laughing, and making small chat with one another. Calvin pulls me down onto his knee and pats my thigh. I assume he's talking to someone. Couldn't tell you. I'm just trying to get by and out of this party.

"So how'd you get her to be so submissive?"
I overhear, immediately getting my attention.
"Oh well.. sometimes it comes naturally, but we did have to resort to some.. methods."
"That's amazing. Mine over here is having some trouble listening. Think I could use her to show mine how to act?"
"If I ever have to punish her I'll make sure to call you up."
"Great. Come along now, Slave."

I look around and make eye contact with someone, immediately looking back down. They didn't look like the rest of these people. Sucks I can't study them more. I'm not allowed to do anything. I certainly don't want the collar going off.

Calvin fixes my hair. "Keep the good work up and maybe we'll skip experiment time today."

Oh right. Everyday after dinner he experiments on me. Whether it's testing my pain tolerance or trying to make the effects of the needle stronger. By needle I mean the one that makes me mute. I get a daily dosage of it everyday. I hate it..

"Go fetch me a drink." Calvin orders.
I look back at him.
"Now."
Get it yourself, bitch.

I sigh, getting up and off his knee.
Calvin hands me a paper.
"Hand this to the bartender. You are not allowed a drink so do not accept if he offers."
I bow and begin navigating the ball room.

This gives me time to really look around. When we came, Calvin had me looking down at my feet to show my "obedience." Fuck him. The only way I remember my own voice is by videos I've looked over. The days drag on and I'm slowly forgetting what it was like before this.

I bump into someone.
"Hey! Watch where you're going! Who's your master?" The man spits down at me, eyeing me intently.
"Who is it?!" He yells.
I look to the tiny woman next to him and then to the mistress on his other side. They're not helping me..
"That's it."
His hand raises and I flinch, instantly blocking my head.

But.. the hit doesn't blow. There's a loud smacking sound.. but no pain.
"Now hurting the girl isn't worth it. It was a simple mistake." A man says.
I peak from my shield and see a tall man, a demon probably, holding the man's wrist.
"Damn twerp bumped into me!"
"She was walking, most likely getting something for her master. Give her a break."
"Well if no one disciplines her who will?!"
"I'll take care of it."
The man scoffs and rips his hand from the kind man.
Then, the group of three walk off. The little girl, who's probably a little younger than me, gives a begging look. I wish I could help her..

"Are you okay?" The kind man asks.
I nod, looking behind me to see if I'm in sight of Calvin.
"Where are you headed to? I can probably direct you."
How do I tell him when I can't..
My paper!
I hold the paper to him.
"You can't speak, can you?"
I shake my head, looking down.
"Hm, I can lead you to the bar if you'd like?"
I nod and he gives me a warm smile.
"Alright. I just need to find my—"

A woman, taller than me, shows up and hugs the man.
"Jack, the girls are out again." She laughs, kissing his cheek.
"And you didn't round them up?! What if a selfish prick hurts them?!"
"I'm sure Annie will use her attitude against them."
Jack kisses her, smiling against her lips.

"And who's this princess?" The woman smiles down at me and my face just about blows up. She's so pretty with her long, beautiful, blonde hair. Her makeup is gorgeous. God is her legs long. She's just all out beautiful; like a goddess that has graced me with her presence.
"I'm not sure of her name. First time I've seen her and she can't speak. Saved her from a jerk."
"Awh she's just adorable. Who's your master, sweetheart? Can you point him out?"
I dig in my dress pocket and pull out another note. This is my backup in case I have to introduce myself, just like now. It just says my name and that I "belong" to Calvin on it. I think it says my age as well.
I had the note to the woman, just about shrinking in my heels.
"Charlotte.. age twenty four. Master Calvin's girl.. Oh sweetheart.. you're not being treated right, are you?"
I can't answer that. He'll kill me.
"Master Calvin's.. He's like really respected here, isn't he?"
"Very. He invented those shock collars. I'm guessing this is one of them. Is it, Charlotte?"
I touch my neck as an example and instantly get shocked.
"Yeah.. Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I wish we could help. I'm afraid you're already known enough to know that you don't belong to us."