Arriving

Friday night I decided to wear something more than a trench coat. I got dressed in some lingerie, faux leather leopard print with a triangle of mesh over my nipples. The panties were similar leopard print sides with a triangle of mesh over my lips.

We knocked on the door and Master John answered wearing a robe, he let us in before closing the door behind us and dropped the robe. He was wearing a leather and chrome chest harness and had a silver ring wrapped around his hard cock.

I took my robe off and he looked me over, “Leopard print, I don’t think you want me to skin you but…” A quiet moan escaped my lips.

Mistress came into the room, completely naked, I could tell Mark was appreciating. “Get comfy Mark, I would like to have a chat to Kimmie on her own.”

Mark and John left the room as Mistress put her hand on my lower back and guided me into an adjoining room. It was dressed up to be our play room for the night. “John wants to do such nasty things to you.”

“Oh like what?” I asked shivering in arousal.

She looked at me, “Mistress, and you will pay for not calling me by my title.” I was quiet a moment, “I spent an hour blowing him earlier this week, he was telling me all the things he wanted to do to you.”

I licked my lips, “and what does Master John want to do with me, Mistress?”

“That’s better,” she pushed me to my knees. “When he is done, when you are ready, he wants you here for a weekend.” She undid my bra, and slid it off my shoulders. “Nail you to the wall downstairs, and spend hours with you. Cut you, hurt you, fuck you in every way you can imagine, and several I am sure you can’t.”

Mark and Master John entered the room from another door, Mark has a similar leather and chrome harness on and had placed a cock ring on his own shaft. Master John was carrying something which looked like a bra.

“We are going to spend hours training you tonight and if Mark is a good boy I would like him to fuck me while John bleeds you.” Mark’s cock pulsed and twitched.

“But we need to lead you into this,” John added as he came closer, “first this.” He held the bra up for me to look at.

(I have been asked to add a disclosure. This is fiction, don't try this)