Sometimes, I thought half of D/s was being told to go somewhere and wait. Standing naked in the corner, wearing a blindfold I had put on myself, it seemed like that was all I’d done tonight.

Without the plug filling me, I felt a bit empty, but I knew that wouldn’t last. I tried to dismiss my curiosity about who was joining us tonight, reciting the mantra Master K had taught me. “Not mine to know, not mine to control,’ I repeated softly.

And then I visualized myself kneeling at his feet, still blindfolded. Arms behind my back, my mouth slightly open as I waited for permission to worship his cock. I could almost taste him, the scent of his slight muskiness, the feel of his cock on my tongue, the sensation as it hits the back of my throat…

I must have drifted a bit because I was startled by the doorbell. I almost turned around, but stopped myself. I knew that Master Kevin might be watching me from the control center for the cameras and sound system in the room. It was installed as a security feature, but knowing every move I made was visible, any sounds would be heard, was also a reminder to obey the directives I’d been given at all times. Disobedience in the dungeon was seldom tolerated.

I didn’t move as I heard the door open, footsteps entering the room. I couldn’t tell how many people entered, three I thought. No one spoke as they approached, and I trembled, feeling them behind me, Master Kevin and at least one other person, maybe two.

Then a man’s voice, familiar yet strange, “Look at her,” he said, “You know she’s dying to know who’s here, but she’s such a good girl. We’re really excited to join you two for playtime tonight.”

And it suddenly clicked in my head – I knew that voice! Without a thought, I pulled off my blindfold and turned – in a second I had thrown myself into his arms, crying out, “Master David!” He embraced me back, wrapping me in his arms and stroking my hair.

Master Kevin let me enjoy that hug for a minute before he cleared his throat, and then I remembered that I did not have permission to speak. Or get out of the corner. Or, oh, damn, take off my blindfold.

But I turned to my Master, still smiling, and saw that Carol was there as well. Dressed in a corset, thigh high stockings and serious CFM shoes, she was beautiful and I embraced her next. Master Kevin allowed us to hug for a little bit, but then he stepped in closer and grasped my hair right at the nape of my neck.

I couldn’t ignore that hand, not physically, and not in my submissive heart either. I stepped back from Carol. Knowing it was too late to remedy my poor behavior, I grinned at her. “Omg, I’ve broken all my rules now. I’m in so much trouble.” I looked at Master David and couldn’t help adding, “But I’m just so glad to see you both, I don’t even care. I’ll take whatever punishment is coming my way.”

Master Kevin, who was still holding my hair, laughed too. “Of course you’ll take your punishment, but I’m so glad to see these two that I might not be as harsh as I should be. Why don’t you fix our guests something to drink – for me too, and you may have some water.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, moving to the wet bar, taking drink orders and preparing them. The Masters had seated themselves, Master Kevin in his usual recliner, Master David on the small loveseat. Carol was seated on a small cushion in front of my Master; another cushion awaited me in front of Master David.

I presented my Master’s drink to him first, kneeling carefully next to Carol, head bowed, holding the drink up to him. He accepted it, immediately took a cube of ice out, and held it to my left nipple. I stayed in position, offering myself to him, letting the chill and the hardness of my nipple remind me that he is my Master and I am there to obey and please. He moved the ice to my other nipple.

“Tonight,” he said, “Will be an opportunity for you to display how obedient and pleasing you can be.” I felt as if he had plucked the words out of my brain, but we had talked about this often enough that it was no surprise. He went on, “It’s a chance to remind Master David and Carol what a good girl you are.”

I nodded my agreement, and he added, “You may speak, I’m lifting the restriction tonight,” and I replied, “Thank you, Master.” Carefully, I stood, and moved to kneel in front of Master David, offering him the drink I had prepared.

He accepted it with a smile, set it down and leaned forward to grasp my nipples. They were still hard, cold and aching from the ice, so the warmth of his fingers felt good. As he pulled and pinched, it was less comfortable, and in just a few seconds, I cried out. He and Master Kevin laughed. “Just like the old days,” he said. “Is there still a direct line from your nipples to your pussy?”

I giggled, embarrassed and pleased at the same time, remembering the times he and my Master had made me come through nipple play. “Yes, Sir,” I said, blushing, “there still is.”

In the meantime, Carol had gotten up to retrieve her own drink, a flavored water, and brought my glass of plain water to me. She and I seldom played with each other, but she was a dear friend and we enjoyed sharing our Masters with each other very much. Although, I thought, I suppose the Masters think they’re sharing us.

Carol and Master David had been our neighbors when Master and I first met. Kevin and I were both single, both with children who were grown and had recently fled the nest. I wanted almost desperately to experience submission on a deeper level. In Kevin, I found my match. Or my Master, I thought smiling.

Master David and Carol were both active in the community, while I had only dabbled a bit since my husband’s death many years before then. My master was also active, but hadn’t taken a submissive in a long time. Carol and Master David had helped us navigate the challenges of building a relationship between a Dominant and submissive like them. We were all successful people, capable of functioning well on our own. I had no need to be managed or micro-managed, and Master had no desire to waste his time disciplining me for petty or made-up reasons.

But at the same time, he wanted total sexual submission. I wanted to more fully give myself to someone, believing that there was the potential for a spiritual element in this kind of submission.

Carol and Master David had helped us figure out how to manage that – and we had all fallen in love with each other in the process. It had been heart-breaking when they had decided to move across the country. We kept in touch for a long time, visiting back and forth, but between the pandemic and some changes in their work situation, it had been several years now since we’d seen them.

All of that history flashed through my mind as I knelt at Master David’s feet. But my attention shifted quickly when I heard my Master say, “What do you think, David? Should we tenderize them a bit with some Musical Spanking?”

Master David grinned. “Great idea. I don’t think we’ve played that game in ages.” I sucked more passionately on Master David’s thumb. I felt myself already slipping into that space where my own sense of self was consumed by physical sensations and the desire to serve.