Maggie knew she was in trouble the minute she walked in the house. Mistress was sitting on a stool in the kitchen and she had a cane laying carelessly on the island in front of her.

“Shit, what did I do now?” The sub thought quickly, realizing that she had done two things her Mistress was not going to like – wasting time online instead of getting some of the projects she was working on completed and letting one of her lovers take advantage of her. He had held her up getting here. She glanced quickly at the clock on the wall. “Oh fuckity fuck fuck,” maggie thought. And I’m over an hour late.

Mistress spoke mildly. “Where have you been?”

Maggie began to stammer. “I, ummmmmm, was home and then ummmmmm…”

Suddenly Maggie was grabbed by the hair and pulled face to face with the very hot Domme who said, “I suggest you tell me very quickly why you are over an hour late. What were you doing?”

Maggie explained the situation, trying to give it the best spin she could. It didn’t really work.

They were joined by one of Mistress’s trusted advisors, a kinky attorney who found Maggie’s attempt to explain her way out of the situation very amusing. Finally, he stopped her and said, “Are you telling us that you spent the afternoon online shopping for lingerie and posting on Fetlife instead of finishing moving the rooms around downstairs? And then you let your former lover talk you into paying him to do work for you which hasn’t gotten done because he was too busy getting into your pants? ”

“Ummmmm yesssss….” Said the, by now, blushing and squirming blonde. Her pale cheeks were becoming an attractive pink as the blood rose into her face in her embarrassment.

“And this is all while being aware that Mistress S had told you not to agree to any more paid work without discussing it with her. Is that correct?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes, but I forgot in the moment.”

“That’s enough!,” said Mz S. “Take off all your clothes and get onto the spanking bench. I’m going to give you a caning that will make you remember the next time you consider doing something I told you not to do.”

The sadistic Domme quickly strapped Maggie down and beat her with a series of canes until the poor masochist was whimpering. Then she was untied and placed on another, more comfortable surface. This time she was not tied but was told not to move and to count the 13 strokes of the cane she was about to receive.

1, 2, 3. Each stroke was harder than the last. 4, 5, at first Maggie was moaning softly, then 6, 7, 8. “Ow!” Maggie screamed at #8. The Domme laughed. “Still five more to go,” then she taught the sub some breathing exercises to imitate. 9. Breathe, breathe.. 10, 11, Breathe, breathe… 12… By now Maggie’s breath was ragged, she was crying and yelping, and having a very hard time staying still. Mz S told her, “this is the last one and it will be the hardest, “crack!” One last stroke with the cane.

Mz S led the whimpering bottom to a soft lounging couch. “Sit here,” she purred. Maggie gasped as her bottom, covered with welts, hit the couch.

“Not so fast,” said Sir Esquire. “Turn over.” He began to examine the welts on her ass, occasionally pinching one between his finger, occasionally slapping her ass and making her wince.

“What’s in that bag you brought with you, my dear?” he asked, glancing over at her hastily discarded, colorful carryall.

Maggie’s eyes got very big as she stammered, “just my purse and a couple of small toys.” She knew there were two, as of yet untried, paddles in the bag and the last thing she wanted right now was more attention to her sore ass.

Mistress S laughed again, saying, “oh, this should be interesting,” and began pulling things out of the bag. She quickly discarded the two paddles (whew! thought Maggie), but then pulled out a narrow black bag. “What have we here?” She asked as she pulled a hot pink, Lelo vibrator out of the black silk bag. “I’ve seen these online. They cost over $200. I thought you were going to start being more frugal?” Mistress arched one eyebrow, then handed the vibrator to Sir Esq. “let’s see if it’s worth the money.”

Maggie looked from one to the other and knew there would be no mercy today. She was quickly flipped over onto her back and told to open her legs. Sir put the vibrator near her mouth and told her to suck on it. Then, he added a little lube to it while she wasn’t watching and shoved it into her wet pussy, fucking her with it until she was frantically raising her hips in time to the pounding dildo. She was so close to cumming she could almost taste it when he stopped.

Sir pulled Maggie off the bed and onto her knees. He opened his pants, releasing his swollen cock and grabbed her by the hair, shoving himself into her mouth. He fucked her face, holding her by the head until he came in her mouth, saying “that’s right, swallow it all. Then he let her collapse onto the floor, gasping for breath.

Maggie knew it wasn’t over yet when Mistress came over closer and took one of her nipples between perfectly manicured fingers. She rolled the rosy nipple back and forth and then pinched it hard, giving the other one the same treatment, and pulling her into a sitting position. Maggie winced, but was quiet. She didn’t want to provoke any extra amount of Mistress’s attention right now. Mz S picked up Maggie’s bag and looked inside it. “This is lovely,” she murmured and placed a hand made, black and red, wool fleece lined blindfold over Maggie’s eyes. A moment later, Maggie felt the exquisite torture of Mistress’s least vicious nipple clamps. She moaned and arched her back toward her tormentor’s hands and was rewarded with more laughter.

Suddenly she realized that Mistress was no longer close at hand. She could hear the sound of the small refrigerator open and close and them a champagne cork and glasses being filled. Then Sir came over, helped her back onto the bed and held a glass of champagne to her lips for a few small sips. He took the champagne away and handed her the vibrating dildo. “Mistress and I are going to make ourselves comfortable and drink a glass of champagne while you entertain us. Make yourself cum, and once you start to cum you may not stop until one of us says so.

Maggie took the vibrator in her hand and laid on her back. Her legs were opened wide as she pushed the vibrator deep into her pussy. She could hear the two of them talking softly, but not what they were saying. Soon she reached the point of no return and started having an orgasm that left her shaking and moaning.

“You can’t stop”, Mistress called, and them Sir took her hands away from the vibrator and kept applying just the right pressure so that her orgasm continued to roll over her for the next ten minutes.

Finally, he removed the vibrator and turned it off. Maggie was shaking all over, still spasming from the orgasm that had overcome her body and her conscious brain.

Both Mistress and Sir came over to Maggie and wrapped her in a soft blanket. Sir held her until she could finally at least string three words together. When she was able to do so, she said, “that was fun!” Then she laid back down and as she closed her eyes the last thing she saw was Sir on his knees in front of Mz S, licking her pussy as she moaned in the beginning of her orgasm. She fell asleep thinking about how sweet Mistress tastes and hoping next time she could offer pleasure to her.