Page 49 of Under His Control

Ducking her head, she reached for the tray and took it to the kitchen. When she returned to the living room, Master Damon was holding a black leather blindfold. One of her hair scrunchies was on his wrist.

“Come here,” he directed. “You are not to speak while our guests are here. You will, of course, obey whatever is asked of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, heart beating fast in nervous anticipation.

Taking the scrunchy from his wrist, he twisted her hair into a ponytail and secured it high on her head. As he placed the blindfold over her eyes, she settled into herself. Blindfolds, like rope, always served to calm her.

She startled at the sound of a car crunching along the gravel outside the cabin.

“Ah, they’re here.” He gripped her arm. “You’ll wait in the cage.”

She heard the sound of the cage latch opening and then he guided her inside and shut the door with a clang. She found and gripped the bars as car doors slammed outside. A moment later, she felt a draft of cold air as Master Damon pulled open the front door.

“Welcome, gentlemen. I’m so glad you could join me this afternoon.”

“Our pleasure. I hope you’ve been comfortable here so far.”

She recognized the smooth, sonorous voice at once. It belonged to Master Anthony.

“It’s been great, thanks,” Master Damon said.

“You’ve got the slut locked in her cage, I see,” said another voice, deep and rumbly, which she instantly recognized as Master Mason’s.

“Keeps her out of trouble,” Master Damon said with a chuckle. “Can I get you something? A beer, a glass of wine, something hot to drink?”

“Nothing for me, thanks,” said Master Anthony.

“I’ll have a beer,” rumbled Master Mason. “Oh, and here’s the knife set Anthony was telling you about.”

“Great, thanks,” replied Master Damon. “I’ll take good care of it.”

Knife set? There was plenty of silverware in the kitchen drawer.

A spurt of adrenaline shot through her as she realized which specific knife set they must be talking about. Master Mason was the edge play expert at The Enclave. He was incredibly skilled both with the actual use of the blades and the intense mind games that went along with it. While Ellen prided herself on her ability to handle knife and needle play, it had been a definite challenge to behave with grace during sessions with the exacting Master Mason.

But theirs had been strictly a trainer/trainee relationship. While he had required her to service his cock a time or two, she hadn’t slept in Master Mason’s arms at night or daydreamed about a possible future together.

While she’d trusted Master Mason on principal, Master Damon had earned her trust over these past days together. What would knife play with him be like? She shivered with nervous anticipation. Apparently, she was going to find out.

The thought almost distracted her from her current situation. She clutched the bars, wishing now that she wasn’t blindfolded. She wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about having two of her former trainers there, though it was better than a pair of strangers.

Even so, she couldn’t deny that a part of her wished Master Damon hadn’t decided to include anyone else in their brief time together. But another part of her, the dirty girl Master Damon was so good at bringing to the fore, was deeply excited at the prospect of servicing the other men in whatever way pleased her Master.

She tried not to fidget as coats were hung and beer cans were popped. At first, they made small talk about the weather and some new BDSM furniture Master Anthony had recently bought for his club down in town. Her ears perked up when she heard her name.

“Ellen can handle erotic pain and submission as well as any trainee I’ve worked with,” Master Anthony said, making her flush with warmth. “But we never really got to see the dirty girl side of her that every submissive harbors inside. I’m delighted you’ve managed to tap into it.”

“She’s a dirty little whore, all right,” Master Damon said. “She’ll do anything for her Master, no matter how disgusting or degrading. Isn’t that right, Ellen?” he called to her.

Heat whooshed into Ellen’s face, but also into her cunt. She was glad now that she was blindfolded. “Yes, Sir.”

A moment later, she heard the latch slide back. Then a hand was on her arm, guiding her out of the cage. She was led to the rug between the furniture.

“Lie on your back,” Master Damon directed. “I’m going to give you a butt plug and you’re going to insert it into your ass while we watch. Then you’re going to play with your cunt for us. Make sure to give us a good show.”

Ellen bit back a groan, but of course did not protest. A plug was handed to her, its tip well lubricated. Glad at least she couldn’t see their faces, she carefully eased the head of the plug past her sphincter. She pressed it in slowly, willing her body to relax. She breathed through the discomfort as it was fully seated.

Relieved it was done, she brought her hand to her sex.

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