“Lancelot, please, Sir, may I thank you?” I begged.

“No, not yet. You’re going to have to work a little harder for my cock, Marilyn.”

I almost cried.

“But, I’m being remiss. I stated earlier that at least one of your holes would be filled and here I am already breaking my word. You distract me so. Max?”

Lancelot stepped back and Max commanded, “On the bed, hands and knees, in the stocks.”

I obeyed, sighing when the bar came down over my neck and wrists. There was no need for a lock, and I could easily lift the bar myself, but we all knew I wouldn’t. Lancelot sat in front of me, eagerly watching, as Max climbed onto the bed behind me. He spread my cheeks and inserted a healthy glob of lube into my anus.

“You know how Max here loves ass,” Lance commented. “And, you know how I enjoy giving him the pleasure of yours.”

“Of course, Lancelot.”

I, too, enjoyed the pleasure of him giving Max my ass! Which he did! Max was, if nothing else, efficient. Once he was satisfied with the lubrication in my ass, he removed his trousers and slammed into me. I squealed. Max was not overly long, but had the girth of my forearm! Two thrusts and I was coming.

I looked at Lance who smiled encouragingly. He had also pushed down his lounge pants and was fisting himself. I licked my lips.

“No, love. Not yet. You will have to wait to taste me.”

I whimpered and hung my head. Throughout this discourse, Max kept fucking me. His fingers dug into my hips as his cock plowed into my ass. He was bigger than any cock I’d ever had before and the thrill of being able to take him was intoxicating. To prepare me for this, Lancelot had trained my ass slowly, beginning with a small plug and going up in slize until i could easily handle one slightly larger than Max’s girth for an hour or more.

Soon, too soon, he thrust in hard and balls deep, releasing his stream deep inside me.

He paused in place for a moment, catching his breath, then, I saw Lancelot give him a slight nod. Quick as a wink, he pulled himself free from my body and replaced his cock with a very large, uncomfortable spreading plug. I came again as it filled the space he just vacated.

Lancelot clapped and stood up.

“Well done, Max! How many times did she come?”

“At least three times, Sir,” Max answered.

“Excellent! How are your nipples feeling, my dear?”

In all the other excitement, I had forgotten about my clamped nipples. Now, they were all I could feel. “They feel very pinched, Lancelot.”

He nodded at Max who lifted the bar and helped me kneel upright on the bed. Slowly, Lancelot released my left nipple, quickly replacing the clamp with his mouth. I moaned, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. He repeated this procedure with the right nipple.

“Ohhh!” And, you guessed it, my body trembled with pleasure again.

“On the floor, love, hands and knees, table position.”

As I moved, I saw Max grabbing a flogger with short, leather falls. I couldn’t stop the smile.

Lancelot again sat, this time without his lounge pants. He had fisted himself as Max had fucked me, but had not come. I had no idea how the man had such control. He pointed to the floor in front of his splayed legs and I quickly crawled to him. He bend a bit and lifted my chin with one finger.

“Now, my dear. Now you may have my cock. Do not, under any circumstances, release it from your mouth. I will decide when this will end. Also, no hands. Just your mouth.”

“Of course, Lancelot.”

I slid my mouth over his flesh as Max laid the first blow on my back. I squealed and damned near came again. I savored Lancelot’s flavor, using only my mouth despite a desperate desire to cradle his balls. I sucked, moving down slowly until I gagged, forced my throat to relax, then went down further, all while Max continued to flog my back and ass. Max did not have a light hand.

I wiggled, squirmed, but continued to worship Lancelot’s cock, matching my movements to Max’s rhythm. I cried out once when a fall snapped against my wet and swollen lady parts, but kept my mouth where it had been ordered to be. I felt Lancelot swell and knew he was close. My body trembled again as pleasure washed over me. Only then did Lancelot release his hold and shoot his cream down my throat.

When he finished, he sighed and sat back on the chair, but did not make a move or give a command that I should stop, so I kept my mouth covering his cock, gently sucking every drop from him. My ass was stinging, as was my back. My anus was uncomfortably, but not painfully, full. My nipples ached. I was in heaven. Suddenly, I noticed I was no longer being flogged and the sound of a door closing had reached my ears.

“Come,” Lance said quietly and gently lifted me onto his lap. He held me, kissing my head, and just letting me breathe.

When I stilled and my heart was beating normally, I realized that arm wrapped around my back was touching flesh. I sat up and cocked my head at him.

“Yes, I’m afraid you will not be wearing this dress home, my dear. Max has managed to shred it. You’ll probably have small welts or red marks on your skin for a few days, but you don’t mind, do you?”

“No, Lancelot. I certainly do NOT mind in the least. In fact, thank you.”

After a time, we went back downstairs where Max was waiting with my coat. Lancelot ripped the remaining parts of the dress from my body and helped me put on my coat. I looked up at him questioningly.

“I know,” he said, “you still have that lovely plug in. I told you that you’d be filled all night.” He kissed my forehead, then continued. “Go home, shower, and then you may remove the plug. Clean it, then return it to Max who will be waiting in your living room to make sure you’re okay. Go now, my dear, and thank you for a lovely evening.”

Naturally, I obeyed.

Once we got to my apartment building, Max rode up on the elevator with me, silent and stoic. He held out his hand for my key, opened the door and checked to make sure everything was safe before he let me come in. I did as Lancelot had ordered. I hung up my coat, went directly to the bathroom, showered, removed the plug (and came again), then cleaned it. I dried myself off, lotioned up, tossed on a robe, and went out to my living room where Max as seated.

Max stood and gave me a good up and down look. I handed him the cleaned plug, confused by his frown.

“Did Lance tell you to put on that robe?”

My eyebrows shot up as I shook my head and removed the silk robe. I spread my legs wide, hands behind my back, head bowed, and said, “No. he did not.”

Max fiddled with his keys as he went into my bedroom. Lancelot keeps a small, locked trunk in there filled with toys and various items that only he or his representative have access to. I waited in the living room, naked and shivering slightly.

Max returned with a chastity belt. I felt the tears form in my eyes. He began by inserting the cold, metal dildo then adjusting the fit so that it was tight, but not cutting into my skin before locking the device in place. He then pocketed the key.

“That should keep you out of trouble, Marilyn,” he stated as he padded my bottom. “Lance will contact you soon. Until then, behave yourself.”

He kissed me, then left. I locked the door behind him, looked down at my belt, and laughed.

I had no idea how long it would be before Lancelot removed this horrid thing. Once, he’d made me wait a full month! Another time, only two hours.

I crawled into bed, drew the covers up, and went to sleep. The next morning, I moaned with frustration. I sooooo wanted to get myself off, but the metal covering my clit wouldn’t allow for that! Still, I deserved the frustration, relished it actually. I knew that whenever Lancelot decided to relieve me of this correction, I’d be grateful, and the sex we’d have afterward would be spectacular.

So, I tossed on my robe, made my coffee, and thanked all the gods that be for helping me find a man who appreciated my desire to obey.