I nodded, keeping my mouth shut, although I was highly tempted to lick his hand. Perhaps I could give the bratty submissive thing a go at some point in the future. That would sure keep them on their toes.
They helped me to my feet, then urged me toward the kitchen.
“You have one hour to get the meal prepared,” Landon informed me.
“Yes, Sir.” And with that, I trotted off to the kitchen to do their bidding.
•
I managed to use my hour wisely, preparing spaghetti, meat sauce, and garlic bread for Master and Sir. They seemed very happy with my choices, and while we ate, they talked about work, while I mostly listened in. Every now and then they would include me and I contributed as best I could. It wasn’t easy since my mind was already on other things.
Such as this punishment they had in store for me.
Well, that and how things were going to play out from here. Since I had retracted my resignation, I had to be at work in the morning. With Ben and Justin out of the office, I was already trying to figure out what I needed to do to help them out. Plus, tomorrow was Valentine’s Day. I needed to do something for them to show them how much I loved them. Since I wasn’t used to celebrating holidays, it had completely slipped my mind. However, the idea of spending holidays with them in the future…
“She’s thinkin’ too much,” Master said, his voice drawing me from my thoughts.
“Well, I know how to solve that,” Sir informed him. “Why don’t I help her clean the kitchen and you get the dungeon prepared.”
Master nodded, then got to his feet and left the room. Now that I thought about it, I didn’t even know where the dungeon was in this house. I’d been upstairs already, so I knew it couldn’t be there. Unless there was some sort of hidden door.
Doing my best not to think about it, I rinsed the dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher after Sir brought them to me. While I wiped down the countertops and the table, he disappeared into his bedroom. When he returned, he was wearing jeans and no shirt.
My heart did that little flutter it had been doing ever since they said they loved me.
I joined him in the living room, then sighed when he placed his hand on the back of my neck and guided me through the kitchen and into their office. Sure enough, there was a door. When Sir opened it, I noticed that it led downstairs, obviously into a basement.
The space was nothing like I expected it to be. I had been envisioning something dark and gloomy, similar to the dungeon floor at the club. While the space was dark, it was far from glum. It was similar to the interior of a barn. The floors and ceiling were covered in hardwood, three of the walls a rich golden-brown while the other was all windows and a set of double doors. A walkout basement, then. It was dark, but I could see there was a patio on the other side of the glass.
There were wooden beams with rustic lights interspersed throughout the room, the beams running both vertical from the floor as well as horizontal across the ceiling. I could identify several things I’d seen at the club, like the giant X thing that I’d heard someone refer to as a St. Andrew’s cross. There was also a spanking bench, a large padded table, and plenty of chains, cuffs, and other restraints throughout. Oh, and of course, there was a wall I would be referring to as their torture tools. Various paddles, floggers, and crops were mounted on the wall closest to the stairs into the house.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many submissives they’d had there.
“What’s on your mind, pet?” Master asked as he removed his shirt, placing it on a hook mounted to the wall.
“Nothing.”
“I think it’s only fair that we go over the rules,” Landon said, leading me over to a set of restraints dangling from one of the wooden beams.
“Strip,” Master commanded, his eyes hot as they traveled over me. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or turned on.
With trembling fingers, I removed my clothes, doing my best not to look at them. When I turned back, I noticed they were both watching me intently.
“Come here,” Master commanded.
I stepped closer, placing my hands in his as he held them out to me.
“First rule,” Master stated, his eyes meeting mine as he cuffed my hands to the restraints above my head. “No lying. Above and beyond anything else, we expect honesty at all times. If you don’t think we’ll like what you have to say, then preface it that way. But do not lie.”
