Autumn was confused, tense, and upset. Some bone-shaking orgasms and some discipline was what she needed to get her heart settled again. Although Nicholas was his best friend and his business partner, in the dungeon he was also Curtis’s submissive. They really needed to get back to the dungeon and have a good workout. Curtis needed to remind them that he was their Dom and they should trust him more with their lives and to make—or at the very least help them make—decisions about their problems.
First, he texted Lucy to book the dungeon that had the piece of equipment he specifically wanted to use. Then he got out a notepad and meticulously planned every step of the scene they’d play out tonight. Finally, he texted both Autumn and Nicholas. Dungeon 2. 7:00 pm. Naked.
At five before seven he was standing in the center of the dungeon wearing thigh-high black leather boots over skintight black jeans, his favorite birch in his hand. It was made of vinyl and had eighteen eighteen-inch rods held together with a clear plastic handle. Depending on his wrist action and the force behind his arm, this birch could do everything from lightly arouse a sub to inflict serious pain. Tonight he planned to use it in a variety of ways.
Just then the door opened silently, and Autumn entered. He frowned when he saw she was fully dressed, but it wasn’t yet seven, so she’d allowed enough time to be ready for him. She moved to a corner of the room and undressed, folding each item neatly as she removed it, making a pile of her clothes. For a brief moment he wished he could sniff her panties, suck on the crotch of them, but later this evening he would smell and suck the real thing, so he’d wait until then.
At one minute before seven the door opened again and Nicholas stepped into the room. He stood beside Autumn and opened his coat exactly like a flasher on the television news. Underneath the coat he was naked. Curtis forced himself not to laugh, but Nicholas had done that very well indeed. It was both clever and funny.
At seven o’clock precisely both his subs kneeled naked at his feet, and this time Curtis allowed himself to smile. They’d arrived as themselves, in different ways as suited their different personalities, but they’d obeyed him to the letter, which proved they wanted tonight as much as he did.
So much had been happening in their lives they needed this dungeon scene to unite them, to make them a single unit, three people who thought and related to each other in complete oneness.
“Stand. Face each other. Autumn, place your feet shoulder-width apart. Nicholas, place your feet outside Autumn’s but against them. Arms outstretched to the side.” Curtis cracked his birch in the air then laid it down silently and picked up his ropes.
First he tied their wrists together, using a fresh rope for each pair. Then he did the same with their feet. Finally, he wrapped two lengths of rope around their middles, leaving one length free to tie them up elsewhere at each person’s back.
Curtis pointed to a wooden box-shaped framework with rungs up one side and across the top. “Stand in the center of the box,” he ordered.
Curtis watched as Nicholas took charge of his and Autumn’s movements, as if they were on a dance floor, maneuvering them across the stone floor to the equipment. It took a few minutes, but soon they were where he’d instructed them to go. Nevertheless, the entire point of this evening was to get them to leave all the decisions to him. To rest in the knowledge that he was in control and he had planned out everything perfectly. Instead of them feeling they always had to strive hard and work for their pleasure, they needed to know he alone could give them perfect release and all they needed to do was obey him. He alone was Master in the dungeon. Here there should be no more thinking, no more planning, no more struggling. Just pure obedience. Once they gave their bodies over to him their climaxes and
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