Help Wanted [*Complete*]

12

"If a Submissive is to serve Sir and another Dominant or Master they are to crawl on all fours to show one's natural acceptance of their subservience rather than walking."

Mr. Emery led us into an upstairs bedroom that had a large window in place of the far wall that looked out into the garden beyond. The room was full of various apparatuses, stocks, crosses, chains and swings. A plethora of floggers on display. In the corner, there was a fully stocked bar before the pristine glass were two chairs. In front of those were two black Sybians, from the ceiling above them dangled two lengths of chain that ended in clips.

"How did you know I'd agree?" Thomas narrowed his eyes at Mr. Emery as he closed the door behind us.

"As I said, it's my job to read to people, to know what they want—even those things they themselves don't know they want yet." He smirked turning his attention to me. That cold gray gaze made me shift as he approached me unclipping the lead. "Make me a scotch on the rocks." He stroked my chin and I nodded.

"Yes, sir." Without a moment's hesitation, I dropped to my knees and crawled to the bar. I knew what was expected of me, I intended to surpass it.

Behind me the murmur of conversation was drowned out by my focus as I mixed the drink. Belinda joined me, making a Gin and Tonic. Once I finished I dropped to all fours carefully placing the tumbler at the small of my back, cautious to keep my posture even as I stalked back to him.

"See." He purred happily, removing the glass. "Straddle the Sybian." He snapped his fingers and I moved quickly.

I noticed while making the drink as directed dildos had been added to the black fabric coated hump. The thought of riding out ten orgasms on it scared me somewhat. There was no doubt in my mind that come morning I'd be completely and utterly sore—inside and out. The dildo was specially curved and intended to stimulate the G-spot.

As though Mr. Emery could sense my hesitation he approached me, stepping in front of the Sybian with that icy gaze fix on me. Setting his glass down he caressed upwards urging my arms up over my head. In complete silence, he clipped the ends of the dangling chains to the pretty cuffs at my wrists. Once he had them secure he sought out my breasts and squeezed them gently cajoling a moan from me as the pressure caused those rings to shift. An hour of wear they pressed at my flesh more like a clamp than faux body jewelry, making me hyper aware of those hard, throbbing points.

He stroked down the center of my stomach to the lips of my soaking pussy which he parted, his smile sweetening as he felt my wetness.

"Mm," He grunted as he trailed his hands to my hips and forced me down on the Sybian. A moan ripped from my throat as that curved dildo thrust into me.

"Disobedient already?" Thomas's mocking voice came to me muddied.

My lips pursed as Mr. Emery secured my calves to the floor with a thick leather strap. Usually I'd have enthusiastically complied, but the possibility of losing because of something completely out of my control triggered a bit of a panicked feeling to settle into my stomach. Mr. Emery lingered stroking my back as though he could feel my apprehension.

A loud slap sounded beside me and I jerked my attention to Belinda who had a handprint forming on her pretty white cheek. Thomas dug his fingers into her jaw forcing her to look at him.

With a touch along my jaw Mr. Emery forced my attention away from the couple.

"That is where Thomas and I differ greatly." He leaned in close to me inches from my lips. "Fear only motivates to a certain degree doesn't it?"