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“Good afternoon, Bree,” Jon called as she walked past.

“Afternoon, Sir.  I’m happy to see you.” Bree smiled at him.

She had gotten over the strange feeling of being topless around him after three or four days of it.  Her ritual was to come into the bar, shed her top, and check in with Sir for her list of chores.

Sir often would waylay her a moment or two to enjoy her or have her kneel and please him.  It was his prerogative.  She was his, and with every kiss, stroke, and, yes, spanking, she fell deeper under his spell of dominance.

Lately, she’d been discussing with him the idea of becoming more M/s than D/s.  He wasn’t against it but wanted to make sure it was her choice and not his.  Bree appreciated that.  It was easy to kneel and even crawl to a man she could trust to look after her.

One very good thing about older men?  They were as protective as hell!  More than once, Sir had intervened when someone at the bar got fresh with Bree.  It was well known among the regulars that Bree was Hands Off!  With Sir’s permission, she had begun to wear lower cut tops and waited at the bar only.  It seemed to keep many male customers at the bar for extended periods.

Sir and Jon were pleased that sales were up!  They both showered her with praise until she blushed.  Bree liked Jon more and more.  As she went by, he would often smack her bottom, and she began to stick it out for him.

Something had begun to bother her; she’d asked Sir.

“Sir, have you forbidden Jon from…touching me?” Bree asked.

He looked up from his laptop at the desk. “No, he is free to request it from you, but it would be true that I haven’t given him any Dom Rights over you. Why? Do you wish me to change that?”

Bree blushed under his intense gaze.  “Well…well…I wouldn’t mind some touching, Sir.  IF you were okay with it, of course.”

“Bree, answer yes or no.  Should I give Jon Full Dom Rights over you?” He asked and waited.

Bree was not allowed to lie or curse.  She’d been soaped once already for losing her temper once and calling Sir an SOB. It was just that Sir’s sadism overwhelmed her once in a while, and her feisty side came out!  She hated admitting it, but Sir was taming her and doing it well.

Bree bit her lower lip. “Will you, please, I respectfully beg, tell me if you’re okay with me saying yes, Sir?”

He leaned back.  “There’s no harm in wishing to be shared, Bree.  You know I’ve been open about not being monogamous.  I just haven’t done anything about it lately.”

“I know, Sir.  And, again, respectfully, that doesn’t answer my question, Sir.” She gave him a look but toned it down a whole lot.

“I would get some deviant satisfaction from sharing you with him, yes.  I would share, but I would want to know from you as soon as you felt something more for him than me.” He answered.

Bree’s eyes widened.  “Sir!  I…you and I…you are my Sir and, I pray, soon to be my Master, but Jon will only ever be Sir temporarily.  I like my Doms and Masters to be olde.” She gave him a saucy grin.

“I am good with it then.  Now, you must answer yes or no to my giving him Full Dom Rights.  It’d be unfair only to give him partial.  You’re too enjoyable to put that limit on him.” Sir told her with a casual, possessive aire.

She liked him speaking of her like that!  She shouldn’t have, but she did.  “Thank you, Sir.  You think too highly of me, I think.”

He growled softly.  “Are you calling me a liar, Girl?”

Her heartbeat tripled.  “No, Sir!! No!!  I…I need to work on accepting your kind compliments.  I’m sorry, Sir.” She bowed her head.  Her bottom squirmed as she knew she’d been a bad girl.

“Bring Jon here.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” Bree nodded and obeyed.

Bringing a curious Jon back, she followed him into the office.

“Sir?” Jon asked Sir.

“Jon, would you like to have Full Dom Rights over Bree?” Sir asked right away.

Jon looked at Bree, who gave him a soft, warm smile.  It wasn’t like she could beg him to say yes, could she?

“Yes, I would.” Jon nodded.

“Bree, would you like Jon to have those full rights over you, and would you promise to obey him as if he were me?” Sir asked.

Bree felt…hot and sexy and petite.  She was the lone woman in a room with two strong dominants who, with her one word, would have full powers over her person.  A girl with two Doms?  Mmm…yes, please.

“Yes, Sir.  And yes, Sir.” She quietly answered.

“I give you full rights, Jon.  In matters of true discipline, I would ask that you consult with me first but understand if the situation can’t be helped.” Sir clarified.

“Yes, Sir.  Understood.” Jon gave her a much different look now, and she felt it.  He wanted to make her submit to him.  It was very much a Dom thing.

“Did he bring this up, or did you?” Jon asked Bree in a clear, Dom tone.

Meekly, Bree lowered her eyes slightly.  “I did, Sir.”

“Why?” Jon asked.

She made a soft moan as he had forced her to say such things out loud and in front of Sir.  “I like you, Sir.  I want to know what it is like with you, Sir.  Both pleasure and…pain, Sir.  I know you are training with my original, Sir.”

“How much did the training part play in this?” Jon pushed.

She sighed.  “Very little, Sir.”

“You are attracted to me?” He asked.

Bree ground her teeth a little.  “Yes, Sir, I am.” 

Jon nodded and turned to Sir.  “Was there anything else?” He asked.

“Nope,” Sir answered.

“I’ll get back to it then.” Jon had turned on his heel and left.

That had been a day ago, and he hadn’t done a thing to or with her since then.  It was driving her insane!  Why not just spank her or fuck her and be done with it!  Her nerves were growing tighter with each passing hour!

Sir found it very amusing and gave her no help explaining why Jon was doing this to her. It was maddening. After telling him, “Afternoon, I’m happy to see you, ” she watched him walk back into the storeroom.

Bree had had enough of this!  She turned on her heel and followed him into the storage room.  He was cataloguing cases of brandy.  

Without waiting, Bree reached around and unzipped her skirt to let it fall, then stepped out of it. At the sound of the zipper, Jon turned around to watch her. Bree put the skirt to the side, then walked to him, knelt before him, and laid her forehead on his feet.  

“What is wrong with me, Sir?” She asked.

“Wrong?  Who said anything was wrong with you?” He asked.

She looked up at him.  “I admit to being attracted to you, Sir.  Are you not, even a little bit, attracted to me?”

His laughter stung her a little.  “Mmm…you’re bothered I haven’t used my rights yet, Little Slut?” He asked.

She squirmed under his name for her.  “Yes, Sir.”

“How would you like me to exercise my rights first, Little Slut?  Answer explicitly.” He commanded.

Bree felt her pussy clench at his commanding tone.  She whimpered slightly.  “My thought just a moment ago was spank me or fuck me but do one of those, please?”

“And why can’t I do both?” He asked.  “Look at me when you answer.”

She dragged her eyes up to his and saw fire behind them.  This was a full-blown Dominant she had knelt before and just begged to spank or fuck her.  “You can do both, of course, Sir.”

“What order do you beg me to go in of those two, here, and now?” He asked. 

She had painted herself into this corner and had no one to blame except herself.  “Ummm, spank me, then fuck me, please, Sir?  I beg you to spank and fuck me here and now.” She murmured, and felt he power of her plea rush from her and into him.

“Mmmmm…this proves, does it not, that you are indeed my Little Slut?” He asked.

She moaned once more as he pushed her nose into it.  “Yes, it does.  I am… I am your Little Slut and want to be abused and used, Sir.” She ended quietly.

“Hand or belt?” He asked.

“Sir knows I favor the belt, doesn’t he?” She pivoted and she raised herself ass facing away from him now.

Bree heard him unbuckle his belt and the unmistakable sound of a man’s belt being pulled through the loops as he is about to give his submissive a much deserved, and in this case begged for, whipping.

Jon didn’t hesitate but began to lay his leather into her curved ass.  He held nothing back, and Bree was sniffling and getting ready to sob after just a few seconds.  Jon was faster and meaner than Sir!  

“I’m marking my place on your ass, Little Slut.” He growled at her.

“I….I….ohmygod…I feel it, Sir.  Don’t stop. Please?” She begged.

“Are you my little pain-slut, too?” He laughed as he didn’t stop or slow down.

“I AM…I am I am Iam, Sir.  Feed….ohhhh…feed your…p-p-p-painslut?” She squealed as he laid into her upper thighs now.

“As you wish. Reach back and spread you cheeks for me, Bree.” He commanded.

She shivered, knowing what was next, but she’d begged for this, hadn’t she?  Reaching back slowly, she grabbed each butt cheek and pulled them apart.

THWACCKK THWACCKK THWACCKK!!!  His belt struck in her crease and over her hole three sharp times!

Bree sobbed and shuddered.  Sir had never done this to her yet!  

“Does my pain-slut beg for three more?” Jon’s velvet voice taunted her.

What a thing to ask her!  Beg for that torture all over again.  She couldn’t believe her mouth.  “Yes, please, Sir!! Please!!” She begged

He did it again and asked once more.

Bree hesitated this time but did beg once more though softer now.

He struck three more and then cast aside the belt. “Turn on your back, spread your legs, ” he ordered.

Bree obeyed as quickly as she could.  The cold of the cement floor felt good against her burning bottom. Her hole and crease throbbed viciously!

“Sluts get fucked on the floor.” He told her as he unzipped and lowered himself onto her.

Bree felt him quickly claim her pussy with his rigid, very thick cock!!

“OhhhSIRRRRrrrrr..” She purred as he began to rock her hard on the floor.  This was no gentle fuck.  This was a claiming fuck!!

Bree was seeing stars!  The weight of him pushed down on her sore ass, the deepness of him plunged her deeply into submission for him.  She needed to beg and beg now!

“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…may I come, Sir?” She begged.

“No.” He told her, then leaned down to bite a nipple.  

Bree squealed and writhed under him.  “Ohhhhpleaseplease, mercy, Sir?  I beg mercy.  Let me COME?” She was getting desperate.

“Are you mine?” He laughed in her ear.

“You KNOW I am now, Sir!  Yesyesyesyesyesyes, I am yours…I am also Sir’s…please, you know this!!”  She sobbed now.

“I do.  I just wanted to hear it and make sure little slut was a loyal slut as well.  Answer me and I will let you come.  Do you wish to be fucked by other men than us?” He asked.

“No..nononono…just…just two…going to be…two Doms?  Just you and Sir.  Please, believe me!” She begged as her need began to make her shudder.

“I do, Little Slut.  Come for me.  Use my name as you do his.” He commanded.

“OHHHhhhhhhhJjjooonnnnn…Jon, Sir, Jon.  I come…yours…so yours.” She panted as the orgasm hit, and her muscles locked up!

Jon bounced her ass against the cement floor causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure at his ferocity!

Slowly…oh…so… slowly, Bree floated back down to Earth.  Sir..Jon.  Sir Jon was gone?  He was already standing up, belt redone, and, damn him, doing inventory,

“You may go now, Little Slut.  Go show your marks and your face to Sir so he will know his advice was good.” Jon told her without turning around.

She rolled over and rose slowly.  She hurt in so many delicious places.  “Yes, Sir.  Thank you…for my whipping and fucking, Sir.” She whispered.

“Very welcome, Bree.  I’ve never had a fuck as good as you…FYI.” He said it with a casual tone over his shoulder.

Bree flushed with pleasure.  “I am…honored, Sir.”  She moaned and reached back to her bottom area.  “I think…I think you bruised my tailbone, Sir.”

He laughed.  “Poor little pain-slut.  Report.  Now.” He commanded.

She ran and fetched her skirt.  Did she need to wear any clothes at this point?  She’d ask Sir.  Wait, what advice?  What advice had Sir given?

Bree knocked on the partially opened door.

“Come in, Bree.” Sir sounded amused. 

She didn’t even try to pretend he hadn’t heard her or all of it.  “I am to report to you.” She turned and showed her marks.

“Was that a butthole spanking with his belt?” He asked.

“Mmm…yessir,  did you teach him that?” She asked.

“I may have mentioned it as a good thing to practice.  It does have an incredibly humbling effect, doesn’t it?” Sir asked.

“Yes…very…Sir.” She turned.  “I am to show my marks.”

It was quiet a moment, and she felt his eyes drinking in all the small welt lines she was positive were there.  

“And are you pleased and happier now, Bree?” He asked.

She shrugged but then sighed.  “Yes, Sir.  I…I think I will…enjoy two Doms.”  

“Hmm…perhaps one Dom and one Master?” He suggested.

Bree whirled to face him.  “Really?  Sir…or…Master?” She tried it out and felt it tap her core hard.  Yesssss, it felt good.

“Yes, really.  You know I hate it when you start with the Reallys.” He complained.

She’d forgotten.  “Sorry, Master.”

“We will discuss the new dynamic and vows after work tonight.” He told her.

“Yes, Master…I may call you that now, please?” She begged.

“Well, perhaps…if there was some way you could convince me of your need to do that.” He tapped his chin.

Bree giggled.  Slowly, she dropped to all fours on the floor.  She began to crawl to him with measured movements to enhance the sway of her breasts.

He watched with a grin.

“Master?” She asked.

“Yes?” He asked.

She drew closer.  “This afternoon I have been both little slut and pain slutt. There’s one more kind of slut I wish to be before we begin work.”

“Oh?” He looked puzzled.  “What kind would that be?”

She stopped before his knees, which she parted for her.  Reaching for his zipper, she whispered.  “Master’s cum slut.”

…To be continued…