One for Sorrow, Two for Joy.

One for Sorrow, Two for Joy.        “Get on the floor.” I hesitate for a second as I stare at my master with my very best shining sub eyes.        “Now slut!”        “Yes Sir.” As I lower myself to my knees I don’t remove my gaze from the man I love. He sits fully clothed barely four feet away, His face is totally passive as he watches as for the first time another man takes control of me.  The other man is to be referred to as Sir, I am to submit to him as I would my master. I am both sickened and aroused by the prospect. Aroused by my curiosity, at being exposed to a man I barely know, but the lump in the back of my throat doesn’t seem to want to go away. I’m terrified that my master’s decision to put me in this position is the result of my naughty ways. That he no longer wishes to keep me at all. Tears of humiliation and fear are pricking at my eyes.        In reality, these are just submissive thoughts since I was the one who asked for David to join us. My long term partner Alex was naturally a submissive. As is often the case in DS relationships the whole point is to escape from your normal persona. So, I, a natural dominant and raving feminist English student enjoyed getting in touch with my feminine side and submitting to Alex, who was naturally sadistic and had been forced into a dominant role. He was beginning to enjoy his darker sides, but the addition of another man seemed a step too far. I was very aware as I knelt there that the only reason he had caved was in order to bring me pleasure. I wanted to see how another dominant went about it. Curiosity might be about to kill the cat, but at least the cat wouldn’t be ignorant for the rest of her life.        “Look at me now, girl.” I looked into my captor’s eyes, “you’ve been a naughty troublesome little child for your master and I am going to show you that disobedience will not be tolerated.”         “Yes Sir.”He took out my red leather collar and placed it around my neck buckling it tightly. Then he attached the wrist cuffs and clipped them together behind my back. He slipped a length of rope from the D-ring at the back of the dog’s collar and pulled it through the links of the cuffs, and began to tighten it so my hands were forced up my back towards my shoulder blades. Once he tied it off I was left in a very uncomfortable position, and totally vulnerable.        He grabbed my hair and lowered me to the floor. The muscles in my legs were strained in this position and I whimpered slightly. I could feel the heat of my master’s stare as he watched on. David took out a thin cane, my eyes widened, I’;de never been caned before but I was under the impression that it hurt. He must have seen my fear because he swished it through the air in font of me a couple of times. Then he knelt down next to me, and spoke gently to me. “I am going to give you ten stokes, across your your thighs, after each stroke you will thank me for caning you, and then you will thank Alex for having you caned.”        The cane swung against my strained thighs with a crack. My body shook at the shock of the impact and a red line instantly raised.        “Thank you sir for caning me, thank you master for having me caned.”        With each stroke I quickly repeated this mantra. Ten clearly defined red welts ran from the edge of my knees up my thighs to near my pussy. The sight of the uniform lines made even more turned on than the caning itself. I knelt there panting for breath, as David, asked my Master if he thought I had been sincere. “Well she seemed pretty sincere, but just to be safe, perhaps five more strokes.” I almost collapsed. I already felt totally exhausted by the first caning. I was covered in sweat; how much more sincere could I be? “Do you think you were sincere, slut?”        “Yes...” I said pouting and staring at the floor.        “Don’t be a pathetic little child, look at me and answer my question properly or it will be twenty extra strokes.”        “Yes Master, I think that I was sincere, but that since I was insolent I deserve five more strokes.”        “Ok, slut, five for being insolent, and five for being insincere.”        I was scared and hurt but forced myself to submit, he wasn’t going to let me overrule him in the presence of another and I wanted to be good for him; to bring him pleasure.         “Thank you Master. Thank you Sir.”The first five strokes helped to blur the perfect lines on my legs into a beautiful red mass. Each time I thanked both of the men present. The six stroke was aimed at my breasts. This stroke hurt so badly tears instantly pricked at my eyes, and I had to take a moment to breathe and let the pain wash over me. “Breathe” said David, helpfully. Finally I choked out a thank you. Mercifully over the last four stokes he avoided hitting my nipples. But this was little consolation to me as I writhed under the burning agony of the cane. When he finally finished I was crying and could only babble “thank you, thank you, thank you,” in a wispy apology. “Now that is sincerity wouldn’t you say David.”        “Yes I think she’s learned her lesson.”        Then my master turned to me, “why is it you must submit to me, slut?”        “Because I want to bring you pleasure, and I don’t want you to send me away.”        “Aww, that’s very sweet, but I was looking for a much simpler answer.”        “Because I’m naughty, Master?”        “Well that is perfectly true, but no it’s something even more simple.”        I scrunched up my eyebrows trying to work out the answer he was looking for. Clearly I took too long, because within moments he was standing and approaching me. He stood over me, and looked down at me, with his hands clasped behind his back. Behind me, David towered, and suddenly the answer was obvious. Before I could say it though, David grabbed my hair and twisted it as he forced me to look up at Alex. I became aware of my helplessness. My Master swung his hand back and slapped me across the cheek. Hard. Then backhanded me across the other cheek. He spoke as quietly as always his tone bristling with anger, “you must submit to men because you are a woman, and weak and pathetic.” The blows continued to fall.  “Repeat it slut.”        “I must submit to men because I am a woman.”        “… and women are weaker than men.”        All my attempts to disobey him were being shut down instantly. “ and women are weaker than men, “ I said, bitterly aware of the feminist side of me screaming out.        The slapping subsiding at last.        “Good girl,” he said, and the submissive part of me blossomed with happiness whilst the feminist looked on, shaking her head.        “Since you are such a good little slut, and took your caning so well, I think it’s time to reward you. How do we reward a good little slut such as yourself?”        “Please Master, fuck me.”        I was well trained.        “You only want me to fuck you? when David here worked so hard to teach you a lesson?”        “Please Master, please Sir, please fuck me.”        “Which one of us should fuck you?” he was relentless, he wouldn’t let me rest until I explicitly degraded myself.        “Please Master, Please Sir, please both of you fuck me.”        “Well since you insisted.” He helped me onto my feet and untied my hands. My shoulders were a painful reminder of the position, and I found it difficult to lower my hands down. He left them chained behind my back since I wasn’t “going to need them.” Then I was back on the floor. I had assumed that I would first suck my Master’s cock for some reason, but instead it was David who lowered his trousers and underwear. I was faced with a stranger’s penis and tried to shy away. Master had been expecting it somewhat and caught me by the neck, and began to whisper coldly into my ear. “You don’t want to let me down, do you, slut?” Tears welled up in my eyes at just the thought.         “No Master.”        “Then show me and David what a good cock sucking whore you can be. Make me proud.”        “Yes Master.”        “Good girl.” But just to make sure, master sat on the bed and straddled my kneeling body. He held my hair in his locked hand. and forced me to look at the strange new member. It stood before me, already excited. David took control of me now.        “Be a good little girl for me, slut.”        “Yes Sir.”        “Smell it,” He brought it close to my nose and I inhaled deeply, moaning at the aroma.        “You little cock hungry bitch. You really get off on that don’t you.”        Embarrassed I nodded slowly, “Yes Sir.”        “Do you want to suck it,”                “Yes Sir,” I replied dreamily, just the aroma had sent me to sex land. He could see my desperation, and forced me to take my time.  “Lick it, slut. Slowly.” I tentatively lapped at it, my embarrassment was exacerbated by my masters hands on my head. They reminded me that I was being unfaithful, whilst simultaneously forcing me on. Unexpectedly my Master spanked me hard on the ass, and I jumped. They both laughed at my surprise. “Take it down your throat,” I slowly slid my head forward, and tried to get the member deep in my throat. Then I attempted to slide back down his hard cock, but my Master had tightened his grip on my hair, and I was unable to move. I squirmed as I ran out of air, but he only released once I physically gagged. This process was repeated a further two or three times before David became bored, and just began to fuck my face. I tried to keep up with him, lapping with my tongue each time he retracted. Quite suddenly he stopped.        My rest was short lived though, seconds later Alex was plunging his member deep into my throat. Once he was fully erect, he pulled out and David was back. I was becoming delirious with excitement. I was so distracted, that when Alex made his way behind me, I neither saw him or the condom. David sat down on the bed, and began to come close to orgasm from my ministrations, whilst Alex took advantage of my kneeling position and drove into me from behind. My shrieks were muffled by the cock imbedded in my throat. My brain quickly registered that there were two cocks pummeling me, and I become very excited. As my excitement began to peak my Master decided to add a little pain into the already overwhelming equation. He applied clamps to my nipples which rolled back and forth has I was thrown to and fro. Then he used a short flogger across my back. I was frantically bouncing on both cocks now. Finally David came in my mouth, filling me with different tasting cum, whilst Alex powered on. Covered in sweat I gasped for breath, I was delirious with sensation, but the flogging was slowing. David languished on the bed watching us, and telling me I was a dirty little fuckslut. He had me repeat the phrases whilst Alex finished up.        “I’m a desperate whore,”        “I’m property to be used by men.”        “I deserve to be treated like this.”        “I enjoy being treated like this.”        “I’m a cunt, a hole.”        Alex came deep inside me, his cock just touching my cervix. As he withdraw, he whipped the clamps off my my burning nipples and the blood rushed back in. I screamed at the top of my lungs and collapsed in exhaustion. The two men left me lying on the floor, covered in sweat and desperate for an orgasm. David was laughing, “what a crazy bitch you’ve got there.” I smiled to myself at the compliment. All three of us lay in post-coital bliss; quiet after a night’s antics.        Eventually Alex got up and got dressed. “What about you, my little slut? Don’t you want anything?”        “I don’t deserve anything master.” I said in my sweetest tone, “I was naughty enough for you to get another to punish me.”        “Don’t be difficult, slut, I get to decide when to reward you and when to punish you, and right now, you deserve a reward.”        “Yes, Master.”        “Get on the bed.”        By now, David was fully-dressed and ready for action. The pair of them tied me spread-eagled to the bed. I was self conscious about my spread legs, and wiggled with embarrassment. Alex must have read my mind, because he leant in and told me I was being rude, that I was humiliating him in front of another because I wasn’t willing to display myself properly. I lowered my eyes in shame when he forced me to look at him again by lifting my chin. “Be a good girl or I won’t let you orgasm, and I will have to punish you again.”        “Yes sir,” I said the tears filling my eyes.        “It’s ‘Master’, slut, though goodness knows why. You can’t even remember a simple thing like that.” He punctuated his words with a few sharp slaps to the face.        “I’m sorry Master,” I sobbed. “I just forgot. Please punish me Master.”        “Well if you insist” He replied, with a gleam in his eyes. He reapplied the clamps, this time to my pussy lips, then he threaded a sting through the eyelet of the left clamp. The string trailed behind my back before being tied to the other clamp. My pussy lips were being painfully spread by the taut string.        “Thank you, Master.” I said through gritted teeth.        “That’s quite alright, slut. Now let’s gag you so that you don’t make the same mistake again.”        I looked up shyly into his eyes with a puppy-like expression. He took my dirty panties and shoved them into my mouth, then fixed them in place with duct tape. Then he shoved headphones in my ears and blindfolded me. I lay there, utterly helpless and deprived of my senses. For a few moments I felt nothing but the clamps on my cunt lips. Then I felt two sets of hands rolling up and down my flesh. One moment they are pinching my nipples whilst my thighs are stroked, the next they are tickling me slightly, as they touch my belly, or my armpits or my feet. The pair of them seem to take great joy in exploring my body like this. Intimately rubbing me and I am unable to process all the sensations. Moments later I and I am being lapped at and nibbled, on my hip bones, the hands haven’t missed beat. a tongue strokes the underside of my breast. The other plunges into my belly button, and I buck at the sensation. Four hands press me back against the bed. I begin to pant with expectation, and my pussy has become soaked. Someone kisses me gently on the lips, I’m not sure who. I force myself to let the sensation to roll over me, and just when I think I can bare the tickling and prodding no longer it stops altogether.        Now I feel a different sensation. The cold wet application of lubricant to my asshole. I no longer feel embarrassed, the blindfold ensures it is impossible for me to be sure who is doing what. Slowly but surely a medium-sized plug is slid into place. My legs begin to shake slightly. I’ve always found it difficult to take things up my ass, without clitoral stimulation. This piece of kit was particularly mean, since it could inflate. Fortunately, an egg vibrator is applied to my wet little clit. All the pain of the clamps and the plug evaporates all I can feel is the fantastic sensation barraging my clit. The vibrator grows faster and faster. and within a few moments I am dying to cum. I hum through the gag, begging. The vibrator slows and stops altogether, the head phones are removed momentarily. “No,” they say simultaneously, then they replace the music.        A couple of minutes pass, but in my aroused state it feels more like hours. Then quite abruptly they state again. On full blast. I buck and breathe deeply through my nose, like a wild restrained animal. May I cum I beg silently, may I please cum. Please Master, please Sir, please may I cum. I know the answer is probably no, but I can’t hold on any longer. The orgasm rips through me, as I am cumming the clamps are removed from my cuntlips and scream into the gag. Tears fill my bind eyes, and I beck and curse as the blood rushes into them. Pain and pleasure entwines I am cumming again, like a desperate whore. The plug which had lain almost forgotten in my ass was being pumped up, I lay for a few moments in agony, whilst still the vibrator buzzed against my burning clit. I exploded for a third time, and began to scream through the gag for it to be turned off. Thankfully they complied. The vibrator was switched off, the plug removed and my senses were returned to me. I lay back still tied up, and stared at the two faces smiling back at me.        “Did you have fun, slut?”        “Yes Master,”        “What do you say?”        “Thank you Master, thank you sir.”        Two faces looked down at me, Alex rubbed my hair, and said good girl and gave me a kiss on the lips, and a very contented David kissed my forehead. Sometimes - I thought as I lay back and fell asleep- three isn’t a crowd.