[I Obey]

Mark, Sarah, And Bryce - Sarah's perspective

He took us on a tour of his property before showing us the main house. It was all pretty average, with some very specific kinky additions. I could not wait to explore every inch of those with him. He seemed to have three or four people on the property submitting to him in one way or another. From what we could see, boys tended to the land and women to him. I wondered where he’d have me first in this place.

I saw the naked slave girl again inside, busy in the kitchen, during our tour. She was stunning and dedicated to doing whatever task she was up to. Beautiful was not a strong enough word to describe her. Blonde, 5'7, with tanned skin and an athletic, tight body. Hopefully he doesn’t have a type, because I look nothing like this woman. I worry for a moment that I am in over my head. I squeeze your hand tight, and you rub your thumb against mine. Bryce is here and will keep me safe. I look at Bryce, and I wonder what he thought of the naked woman in the kitchen. Bryce nudges me, and I’m confused.

“Sarah?” He says it expectantly.

Shit, what question did I miss? “Yes Sir?” I reply timidly.

He chuckles. "Are you okay? Do you need anything before we go down to the dungeon?” He repeats.

“No Sir.”

"No, you are not okay?"

“No! I am okay, and no, I do not need anything. Sorry for the nerves.” I bite my lip anxiously.

He steps in closely and looks down at me. He rests a hand on my chest, and I feel myself melt a bit. “We got you," he reassures me. "You will need to learn to listen, though." He grabs my hair and gives me a firm slap across the face. It was jarring, but he made his point.

With a hand on my back, he guides me to a basement door. I was surprised at how light the space was. The floor was a lovely vinyl gray hardwood. The walls were also this slate gray color with red accents. There was a large cross in one corner, and there was a medical table with a variety of restraints. One wall had floor-to-ceiling drawers and hooks with toys and rope hanging from them. Once inside the room, it was hard to miss the giant bed by the door with a cage below it. I spin around, feeling flabbergasted. Am I in a porn movie? Is this fifty shades of gray? Please make it better than that!

"Sarah, my plan is to give you a once-over and see how you react to different things. The most important thing is that you be honest with your reactions; you never fake things here, do you understand?”

"Yes, Sir, I understand.”

“Good. Next, you will not orgasm without my permission; if you are close, you will ask for permission. Your safe words, as we discussed, are red, yellow, and green. I expect you to use these. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Green Sir” I say with a big grin on my face.

"Perfect. Now, Bryce, the same applies to you, but you will be watching and maybe lightly assisting today. You can make yourself comfortable on that little stool in the corner there. I will call if we need you. Though you are wearing way too much clothing considering you are the beta in this room, get naked, sit, and stay.” He bosses Bryce around easily.

You look to me, searching for my approval? Me to defend you? My permission?

“Go now, cuckold; we both know you love to watch.” I send him off to follow another man's orders. The very man who is about to give me a once-over—whatever that means—I know this is a fantasy come true for Bryce. I just hope he doesn’t lose respect for seeing me in a submissive place.


Bryce's perspective

From the corner of the room, on an embarrassingly short stool, I sit and watch my girlfriend with another man. Emasculated, I am moments from dripping a tiny, horny mess on the floor. My locked cock is loving every moment, every touch, and every moan. I could never make her look like this—only a real dominant man could. I teeter between unbearably horny and crushingly envious, but all I do is watch as he has his way with her.