Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(72)

And with her coming like that, it kept their cocks nice and hard, meaning they didn’t stop that until she safeworded. Which sometimes took…a while.

And morning orgasms meant a lead-off into afternoon orgasms, her wearing a butt plug while they had fun with her, spanking her, edging her, alternating the play until she begged them to make her come.

Which led to her having to beg them to stop making her come, finally safewording…

Which led to them repeating morning orgasms, only with the men switching places.

Just to be fair.

She looooved morning orgasm days. They were like little mental holidays from the world, a day guaranteed to keep her in some degree of subspace all day long.

Before bed, she would take turns giving them blow jobs while the other spanked her and used the Hitachi on her at the same time. It always took the men a while to come that last time…

Which was sort of the whole point.

She would finish her day crashed out in a blissful exhaustion and a delightfully sore ass that would last at least a day or two.

Morning orgasm days rocked.

“We have something else for you,” Lyle said, setting the tray down on the bed. He picked up a small box from it and handed it to her.

She sat up and opened it. Inside lay a stainless chain collar with a small padlock and a pink heart-shaped metal tag hanging from it. She turned it over and read the engraving on the back of the tag.

baby girl

Owned By

RH & LB

Her heart pounded in her chest. She looked up at him. “What does this mean?”

“It means,” Reed said, sitting up, “that we want to own you as our slave. That when you’re not at work, you shut down your brain and let us take care of you. That you’re more than our baby girl and our submissive. That you belong to us. It’s the closest thing we can offer you to marriage.”

Reed reached out and gently cupped her cheek. “I know it’s a case of semantics, because you pretty much do all of that anyway, but we want to formalize it, and add a couple of rules, for which there will be consequences if they’re not followed.”

Despite her heart racing, she nodded. She did want this, had craved a deeper level of control from them but hadn’t known how to ask for it or if it could even be reasonably integrated into their schedule. “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled. “That’s one of them. That, from now on, you always address us as Sir, at home or out. Failure to do so will be a hard stroke, from a cane, one for each infraction.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He leaned in and kissed her. “Oh, baby girl, you have no idea what that does to me.”

“Another rule,” Lyle said, “is panties are now officially a privilege, not a right at home. Unless you’re at work, sick, or on your period, you don’t wear panties without permission. We catch you wearing panties and you didn’t ask one of us for permission first, it’s five cane strokes.”

She swallowed again. “Yes, Sir.”

Reed continued. “If you ask one of us for permission for something and we say no, that’s the answer. We will compare notes. If you ask one of us and we say no and then come to the other one? That’s ten cane strokes.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” That wasn’t something she’d ever done, but they’d never said no to anything, either.

Then again, she’d never really needed to ask before.

“No masturbating,” Lyle said. “Unless you have permission. That’s ten.”

“And,” Reed added, “there will be times we edge you, maybe even over several days, just to keep you horny because we want to be a little sadistic. You don’t get to safeword for that. If you want to be our slave, you will accept that we now control your orgasms. You can only safeword for orgasms if it’s too intense, or becomes painful, not because you’re horny and want to come.”

Her throat went dry. “Yes, Sir. What about safewording for pain?”

Their expressions softened. “Baby,” Reed said, “you can always safeword for the bad kind of pain. Always. And we will still respect your other hard limits. But if you safeword during punishment, it doesn’t end the punishment, it only delays it. You will still get all your cane strokes that you earned, plus an extra for the delay.”

“What about during play?”

“That’s different,” Lyle said. “Safewording during play will always be honored. But before now, you’ve never had real punishment, just funishment.”

He walked over to their closet and pulled a cane out of the tube, showing it to her. “And if you want to accept our collar, you need to first take ten hard cane strokes from us now, five each. Hard, as in the kind you’d get for punishment.”

She felt a chill. “Why, Sir?”

“Because before you can agree to be our slave, you need to see what we mean by punishment. Of course if you say no, you’re still our submissive, still our baby girl, still the love of our lives and our partner. But if you want to be our slave, you have to understand the full package.”

“What other rules will there be? You won’t like order me to play with anyone, or order that I have to accept you playing with someone else, will you?”

“No!” they both said. “None of our relationship stuff like that changes,” Reed assured her. “None of it. Your hard limits still remain. Just like work, that’s all outside of this. That’s all as equals. However, if you want to play with someone, and you ask us and we say no, that’s it. No pouting, no whining. Understand?”