“I thought you were going to wear your anklet today,” Milord stated, staring pointedly at my naked ankle.

I closed my eyes then looked up at him.

“I was, sir, but I was running late and forgot,” I admitted.

Constantly wearing a ‘collar’ of some type, be it my anklet, bracelets, choker, body chains, or leather collar is rule number one of our House Rules – 2025. Today, since it was a beautiful day, I told him that I planned on wearing my anklet with a simple jersey dress and sandals.

“Sounds good, Sophia. You have errands to run?”

“I do. Most of the day, actually. Will you be late tonight?” I’d asked. He’d just stepped out of the shower and his body was glistening with droplets of water. I licked my lips. He grinned.

“I won’t. And if I were, I’d be an idiot to spend any time I don’t have to away from such a willing and submissive wife,” he answered as he finished drying himself off. I watched as he dressed, enjoying the delightful dull ache between my legs from our morning lovemaking and I knew the gift he’d left inside of me would begin to drip out as soon as I stood.

He leaned over the bed, kissed me, and was off. I took my time showering, fixing my hair, and daydreaming. I glanced at the clock and shrieked. I had fifteen minutes to pick up my mom and take her to her weekly hair appointment. In the rush, I’d forgotten all about the anklet.

Standing before him now and confessing my mistake actually felt rather good. I had no need to hide anything from Milord. Yes, I’d receive a consequence, but I respected him all the more for it.

“Prepare.”

I did so, putting my dress in the clothes hamper and my sandals in the closet before again coming to him. He held something with lots of chains in his hands.

“Lift your hair.”

I did so. He untangled the chains and clipped the choker part around my neck. He took some time doing this, but still I waited silently. When he finished, he removed my simple nipple hoops and replaced them with bars attached to the other two chains.

“There,” he stated, stepping back to see. “You’ll wear that collar all week. Don’t even try to take it off as it’s firmly locked into place with a clasp which requires the removal of a screw to release it.”

I blushed. This would be absolutely impossible to hide.

“On your own time, you may dress as you wish and go about your business as you wish. You can make excuses and stay in the house for the next week if you wish. You can wear a low cut top and show off your new collar. It’s up to you. When you’re with me, however, you will wear what I tell you to and only what I tell you to,” he expanded. “Tonight, for example, we’re going to my brother’s place. You’ll wear the black dress. and heels.”

I gulped and asked for clarification. “Um. Which one?”

“The one with the plunging neckline so low that when you bend over I can see your navel.”

Blushing, I nodded and dressed. He hadn’t specified which heels, so I slipped my feet into a pair of four inch black pumps. I put my hair up in a messy bun and applied a bit of mascara and lip gloss.

When we were in the car he asked if I had worn the waterproof mascara. I took a deep breath, knowing this was a hint of what was to come.

“No, Milord.”

He smiled in approval.

When we arrived, Cane was ready. He was casually sitting on his couch wearing black gloves, dress pants and shirt. He had a belt in hand and other implements of discipline spread out for easy access. I hated when Milord had Cane discipline me, but it was very effective. Having been well trained, I stood before Cane, eyes downward and lifted my arms as Milord removed my dress.

Cane grasped my nipples and pinched hard. Milord, held my hands over my head, and whispered, “Now be good and take your consequence.”

“I will, Milord,” I answered, knowing that what he was really saying was that I could stop this if I really wanted to.

Cane attached the nipple clamps and then had me lie flat on the floor, arms and legs spread wide. I watched Milord’s feet as he walked across the room and sat so that he had a perfect view of my humiliation. Using the belt, Cane applied eight stripes in quick succession. I was howling, but maintained my position. Cane always had a heavier hand than Milord. He allowed me sever minutes to absorb the pain before continuing as a much slower pace.

“So, what’d she do this time?” he asked Milord as he applied another stripe.

“Forgot her collar.”

“Ah. Hence the new chains. I like it, by the way.”

The men continued to chat as Cane wielded the belt and I sobbed. After ten well placed blows to my ass, sit spot and top of my thighs, he stopped and ran his fingers through my drenched slit.

“She’s ready. Don’t think she could be any wetter.”

“Sophia,” Milord instructed. “On your knees, shoulders on the ground. I want that ass raised high.”

Awkwardly, I complied. As soon as I was in the new position, Cane’s cock was deep inside of me. He fucked hard and fast. He also continued to spank my tender ass with his gloved hand.

“Feeling properly disciplined?” Milord asked.

“Yes, Sir!” I sobbed.

My nipples were on fire, my ass would be tender for days, and my pussy would ache from the pounding. I felt free of all guilt. Cane didn’t take long to find his pleasure, but as was customary for a discipline session, he didn’t come inside of me. He pulled out and sprayed his hot cream over my fiery ass. I couldn’t help it. I came as well, shouting, “Milord!” as I did so.

“Did you give her permission to come?” Cane asked.

“I did not,” Milord replied. “No worries. I came prepared. Sophia, raise your body up to table position.”

Shaking, I did so. The men changed places with Cane standing in front of me and Milord behind. Cane grasped the camps dangling from my nipples and Milord was rubbing something hard through Cane’s splatter on my ass. As some signal, Cane released the clamps just as Milord pressed a plug into my anus. I screamed as the blood slammed back into my nipples and I fought to control my need to orgasm again.

I was allowed to sit back on my heels and recover my breathing before thanking both men for their discipline. I sucked first Cane’s cock until he was satisfied and stepped back. Then, I unzipped Milord’s trousers and gratefully took his cock into my mouth. I kept my eyes upward as he preferred, my face a mess of tearstains and mascara. He ran a finger over my face and murmured, “That’s very good, Soph. You really are the perfect submissive. If you’d like, you can come.”

I liked. And I came. As did he. He pumped his seed down my throat. Once finished, he adjusted himself, zipped, and sat next Cane who handed Milord a soft drink. They talked and laughed and watched television for another hour while I sat on the floor, curled at Milord’s feet, my head resting on his knee.

I was home.