Slave

Chapter Three- Plotting

When Olivia gets home, Robin is holding my hand in between his and crying, even though I have asked him not to. Olivia gives me a questioning look, but when she sees the papers strewn across the table, she understands. "You told him," she says softly. I nod. "So you told him about me as well?" I nod again. For a second, I am afraid that she is going to be upset with me, but she sits down and puts a hand on my leg. "We'll get the son of a b***h," she tells me before reaching over to comfort Robin.

"I'm so sorry he did that to you," Robbie whispers through tears. He always has been sensitive.

"It's alright, baby boy," I say. I pull my hand away from him and use it to brush his hair out of his eyes.

"Is that why you don't punish me with s*x like my last Master?"

"Yes. That's why I don't like to force anyone to have s*x. Even if you like it, it doesn't feel right to have it as a punishment. That's why I use your positions, bondage, and paddles for punishments, and you know that you can stop me at any time," I explain.

"That's why I always let you two know that you can stop at any time," Olivia tells us. She looks at Robin. "I want you and Matt to be happy, because I love you."

"I love you, too," Robin and I both say simultaneously.

"So," Olivia says, "Let's get to it."

Robin looks through the folder to catch up as Olivia grabs her computer. After a few hours, Olivia gasps.

"What?" I ask, turning to her. I look over her shoulder and see a picture of my last master. My face pales.

The picture is from a newspaper in a town a few hours away. He's being rewarded for saving some kid from a burning car. Both of the kid's parents died in the fire.

He looks like he didn't want his picture taken, but there it is, and there is no taking it back. It's stuck there. It's stuck in the paper, stuck online, and stuck in my brain.

I look away.

Robin gets up and looks at the computer screen. "Is that him?" he asks curiously. I can't answer, but Olivia nods. "He looks awful," Robin says, trying to comfort me. It's not true. He looks great... better than he looked when I left.

"Matt," Olivia says gently. I turn to her. "It's okay. He can't hurt you anymore. We'll get him. Okay? We'll get him."

"Okay," I say.

She shuts the laptop and puts away the papers. "You need a break," she says. "We all need a break. Both of you, playroom. Now."

Robin and I obey, heading straight for the playroom. When we're all inside, Olivia shuts the door.

"Strip," she says. We both obey. "Now, Matthew... I know what will get you in the mood," she says, looking at my flaccid member. "Let's think of all of the things that we can do to get revenge on him... on them."

"Yes, Mistress," I say. I think of everything that they did to me... "Force him to suck my c**k, Mistress," I say. "Bend him over... f**k him without lube."

"Good boy," she says, circling me, taking in every inch of my body. "What else? Robin?"

Robin clears his throat. "Make him hard, but don't let him cum."

"For how long?" Olivia asks.

"Hours," he responds, "Days..."

Both of our d***s are standing straight up now in sadistic pleasure.

"Matthew," she says calmly, "What are you feeling up to today?"

"Anything," I reply. "I submit to you gladly."

She grins at this. "Good. On the bed on your hands and knees."

I do as she says. She whispers something to Robin, who then approaches me, cuffing my hands to the headboard, but leaving my feet free.

"Good, pet," Olivia praises. When I look up I see that she is naked now as well. "Climb on the bed in front of him while I get something."

Robin does so, climbing up in front of me, his member near my face. "Go ahead," she says.

I open my mouth and start sucking. Robin moans quietly, his hands ruffling my hair. I hear Olivia come back and climb on the bed behind me.

As I continue sucking Robin, I feel Olivia press a lubed finger against my entrance. She slowly works it in, then adds another, opening me up further. Fortunately and unfortunately, I have been well stretched by my last master, so it is easy for her.

After two more fingers, she pulls out. I then feel the tip of her strap on press against my entrance. I moan around Robin's member as she pushes in, hitting my prostate on the first go. She knows me too well.

She starts thrusting faster, grabbing my hips and using them to go in harder. Robin asks for permission to c*m.

"Of course, my pet," she answers. He cums in my mouth and I swallow. He pulls out, but Olivia must tell him no, because he goes right back in.

I don't mind. I love it. I want to please him, just as Olivia is pleasing me.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. "May I please c*m, Mistress?" I ask.

"Not yet,"she says. She pounds harder.

"Please," I beg. I clench my jaw.

"No," she answers again.

After a few more thrusts, she slows slightly. "Ready?" She says, "Both of you... now..."

Robin cums in my mouth again as I release. Olivia moans as well, and then pulls out. "Good boys," she says. "I'll clean the sheets. You two rest."

Robin and I go to our bedroom and lie down together. "I love you, Master," he whispers.

"I love you, pet."