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I enter my reasonably monumental office where expensive paintings were suspended all around the wall. I was trying to achieve that Modern-day look. Simple furniture, simple paintings.

I had a door on the corner left that led to a library, it was quiet and cozy indifferent from the office I try and go there in my spare time. The first thing my eyes glare at was Ivor I wasn't surprised to see him in my office, I implored for him but I was surprised to see him sitting on all fours near my office table set, which was placed in the centre of my office, his formality indicates that my slaves knew his poor doing. Ivor attempting to woo me with his puppy dog eyes. A failed attempt instead of remorse I only felt pity for him and his future condition.

I loom over to him my knee in contact with his bare frame pushing his weight down on the carpet his d**k print more visible than ever, I crouch down slowly towards him trusting his eyes to catch a glimpse at my luscious and plump breasts that were on explicit display like a nude mannequin. I purposely wore a small attire today. To make all corners of my body disclose. My venture was to sexually frustrate him. Seems I succeeded in that task judging by his starved eyes and ever-increasing d**k print. Constructing this to be more amusing than I had already intended it to be.

I pander to his soft tan face admiring his bare skin for a moment. His peachy smooth skin that'll soon be covered with my violent-red marks as for the rest of his body. I smirk at the thought of my little sluts face and body reacting to the pain I’ll inflict. On my knees for more control, I lean towards his neck my tongue presenting little nibbles on various places on his neck while my hand Incrementally fondle his hard rock abs which would make any girl quiver at their knees if taken a concise glimpse. Without any reluctance, I ran my hand down his pants securing his c**k in my hands. I lightly stroke it thoroughly while pressing firmly on the tip hindering any frame of pre-c*m to leak. A feathered moaned escape his lips from my faint action. The real party hasn't started even started yet. The slow circles around his tip caused rougher grunts to come from him, his now he was enjoying this a little too much. I couldn't let my sweet pet c*m so soon when the real fun hasn't even begun. My hand dropped from his pants grasping his collar and bringing him to my eye level, yes he wore a collar but hey he ain't complaining.

" Strip, now my pet," I said getting back up, his collar still in my hand, he was practically naked the only clothing covering him was his briefs.

Peering down at him I couldn't avoid but study his facial expression he seemed a little timorous by me, Good.

" Please Mistress, I won't do it again just spare me this once, please" He blabs the tears streaming down his face that only gave me more pleasure than sympathy.

Kneeling at him again a leer expression sloshing onto my face my mind delighted by my next action. My hand interacts with his skin roughly leaving his cheek going from peachy to carnelian, the slap coming off as a warning he gravely knew my hatred for begging, those who beg got punished. His desperate need for my touch intrigued the sadist in me tugging on his collar instructing him to come closer to his dear mistress, he obeyed my instruction. Licking the salty-sweet lecturing of his tears than installing soft pecks on his newly bruised cheek.

" I won't ask again, strip"

Releasing him so he'll have a better chance of removing his briefs. He does it and reviles his bugling mess. Any girl's womanhood would be in awe right now but not me, I'd gotten used to it the look of it.

" Down," I enunciated before even blinking he was back on all fours again.

" See now, you touched what's mine Ivor and I don't share" I state getting up and seizing his collar and dawdle out my office. As we were walking down the hallway I and the other dom’s bow heads our heads together as a sign of respect to one another. The doms I passed were dragging their pets away to their chambers of distress. All doms can either choose to have or not have their private room. Necessarily used to train a submissive or submissives. Polyamorous foreplay or coupling was more common than I thought. My first encounter with one was my prime day of being at the estate. I was given a tour of the place by one of the doms. Dane a tall broad male figure with dirty blond hair that often got in his face, at times veiling away his golden burnt eyes that blended well with his tan complexion. A beautiful man encircled in a beautiful atmosphere, he and I got along well. If only he wasn't a dom like me, he would've been a perfect slave.

Dane was telling me the ups and downs of the clubs, the frequent ruckus submissives made, like them absconding away from their Master/Mistress but he pointed out that it was manly newcomers who do this. Their bodies were unfamiliar with the level of intimacy their masters were fabricating, usually leading them to want to flee away.

Ironically after Dane enlightened me on the subject a naked brunette woman dashed out of one of the rooms that were stationed along the hallway of where we stood. Her panicked and bruised appearance indicated it was her first. I presumed she was seeking help from us critiquing her movements towards us.

" Help Me, please they're gon-" Her words were cut short by the sound of her collar been yanked engendering body to plummet but her knees retainer her from descending to the ground her ample breasts became more distinct the lack of blood circulation in them was vibrant and her n*****s seemed like they had been pumped. The man whose fingers were densely wrapped around the leash gorged directly at her like she was weak prey. His black matched with his suit I couldn't make out his face properly with his head bowed down. Moments later a man with the same apparel as him walked out crouching down on his knees.

An austere slap encountered with her skin.

The violation on her skin began. His hands slamming on her skin time and time again uttering the term.

" Has kitten my been a bad girl "

I & Dane just observed from a distance not inferring once. Dane informed me of the rules of the club and rule 1 been the most essential.

Never interfere with a dom's relationship or training.

it was prohibited.

We just watched as they took the woman away back into their chambers of distress.

I was fascinated by how one woman can handle pleasure from 2 male dom's. Brutal ones judging by the aura.

After that my contact with polyamorous people became frequent, becoming an everyday encounter.

I owned the Naughty Boy's Room that I had requested to be made, it's where I often took my submissive if they misbehaved.

" No mistress, please not there, please" he pleads to which only made a smirk appear on my face, my pet had been a bad boy which means he needs to be punished.

We enter the dark yet vivid room, with red lights that gave it a bit more colour toys hung all over the walls. I pull Ivor up to his actual height, he was rather a tall man, 6'0 had rigorous broad shoulders insinuating that he could easily crush my 5'5 slim curvy figure if he wanted to but yet with all that height, capacious figure, and a handsome face, Ivōr was nothing but a slave, my slave to be precise and one of my favourites.

" Mistress I'll behave, I swear," he pleaded looking down at me as if he was in charge. I tug on his collar giving him a warning of what he had done, he quickly realized his mistake and got back on his knees, I simper at how obedient my little slave is but too bad he had touched himself when his mistress vetoed.