I bob my head. “Thank you for clarifying that, sir. I was wondering.” I turn to David. “Sir? I apologise for my bad manners.”
“Accepted, girl. And by way of further clarification, Ewan is the senior dom here. As your master he will give you instructions and you will obey him without question. My role this evening will be to help and encourage, and you will make every effort to do as I suggest.”
A subtle difference. I know I will be obeying both doms, regardless of the pecking order between them.
“We promised you a spanking. I think we should honour our word. Take off the corset and your thong. Then kneel, please, Charity.”
In that instant Ewan shifts. Gone is the tender, lover-like tone to be replaced by the clipped formality of the dom. It starts here.
I reach behind my back for the laces of my corset.
“Allow me.” David steps behind me and unties the ribbons, his fingers deft as he loosens the fastening. The front of the garment falls forward to reveal my breasts. I recall, for a brief moment, Ewan’s comments just before David joined us. Will I be experiencing those nippleclamps this evening I wonder?
I have no time to ponder this question right now. I wriggle the loosened corset over my hips and glance around me for somewhere to place my clothes. Again, David steps forward; he takes the pile of red leather from me and folds it neatly.
“Hurry up, girl. Don’t keep us waiting,” Ewan prompts me. I’m well aware I had better not give him cause to do so again. I hook my thumbs into the lacy elastic and slip my thong past my hips. I hand that to David too, somewhat mortified by the disgraceful dampness of the fabric. The musky scent of my increased arousal is wafting around the room. They must both be aware of the effect they are having on me, and neither one has so much a lifted a spanking paddle yet.
I sink to my knees on the carpeted floor, and fix my eyes on Ewan’s shiny black leather shoes.
“Good. Nice position.” Ewan leans down to place two fingers under my chin. He tips my head up. “Would you like those nipple clamps, Charity? Just to spice things up a little?”
Ah, right. That answers one question then.“Yes, sir. If you think so.”
Ewan nods. “I do. I have just the thing for you.” He slips his hand into the pocket of his dark blue denims and pulls out a pair of tweezer-style nipple clamps. He offers them to me. “Hold these, please.” He looks up at David. “I promised her weights to hang from her nipples. Could you see what’s in the chest, please?”
I don’t turn my head, but I can hear footsteps as David walks to the blanket chest and lifts the lid. Seconds later he returns.
“These should do.” He hands the items to Ewan, who just nods his approval.
“She squirmed a bit the last time I clamped her nipples. Could you steady her, please?”
I glance over my shoulder as David settles himselfbehind me.
“Put your hands behind your back, grasp the opposite elbow in each of your palms. Can you do that?” David’s voice in my ear is soothing, in contrast to Ewan’s curt and formal tones.
I pass the nipple clamps back to Ewan, and position my hands as directed. This is something Ewan taught me, a posture that draws my shoulders back and thrusts my breasts forward. Very convenient for what he is about to do. I gasp though, as David reaches around me to take the weight of each of my breasts in his hands. I tense up, but his low, whispered reassurance soon relaxes me again.
“It’s okay, I won’t harm you. I’ll be making sure your nipples are swollen and hard, then Ewan will clamp them. Nice and tight. You do like it tight, I hope.”
“Yes, sir.” I lean against him, the pressure of his palms easing me back. His hands are cool, competent as he massages my breasts, the full, fleshy curves first, working his way slowly towards the tips. When he does at last close his fingers around each of my nipples, I let out a faint cry.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, sir. I just… I’m nervous. I apologise.”
Ewan crouches in front of me. “It’s okay to be scared, Charity. We’re going to be pushing you hard so we want you to tell us any time you feel overwhelmed, and we can deal with it. This is going to hurt, but it’s a good sort of pain. You know that, don’t you?”
I nod, conscious that despite my determination to do this I’m chewing my lower lip, always a sign of nerves with me. Ewan spots the dead giveaway signal too and reaches for my face. He rubs the pad of his thumb over my mouth.
“Do you need a time out? Are we going too fast?”
I lift up my chin, my resolve bolstered by his concern. “No, sir. I’m fine. Really.”
“You’re better than fine, my sweet little slut.” Ewanleans in to lay a soft kiss across my lips before nodding at David. “Continue.”
David’s fingers close around my nipples again. His grip is tighter this time, the pink nubs hardening and flattening under the pressure. I wince but manage not to make a sound. He ramps up the pressure, the increase slow, incremental. I manage to ride with it, accepting and absorbing the discomfort.
“Beautiful tits, Charity. So responsive.” David’s voice is low and seductive, his breath feathering across my earlobe. I turn my face, rub my cheek against his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head. “Just a few minutes more, then we’ll be there.”
