Page 24 of Dominant

She arched an eyebrow at me. “You put on the white dress and followed me here, didn’t you?”

I followed Maggie into a living room, where three men in business attire were sitting in a small arrangement of chairs, talking. It was hard to tell age with the masks on, but I had the impression they were all in their early thirties.

Instead of a coffee table, a naked girl was on all fours between them. One of the men had his feet resting on her back like she was an ottoman. After a moment, laughter broke out among the group, and the man leaned forward and slapped her ass affectionately, as if she were a beloved pet, like a dog. Then he rubbed his hand slowly down her backside and slid his fingers between her ass cheeks briefly before sitting back up to continue his conversation.

I felt a warm awareness between my legs as I watched the casual way he slipped his fingers between the girl’s legs. Whatever Maggie had dropped onto my tongue was working. I definitely felt sexy and relaxed, when I knew logically I should be feeling uncertain and nervous.

“How are you doing?” asked Maggie, embracing me with one arm.

“Good,” I answered with a slow smile, leaning into her. She felt nice. The softness of her breast pressed against my arm through the loose fabric, and impulsively, I bent my head towards her and kissed her on the mouth.

She kissed me back for a moment, softly licking my tongue with hers, before pulling away from me gently. “We’re not supposed to kiss unless we’re told to,” she said, in a voice deliberately loud enough for the three men to hear, and glancing at them sideways.

It worked. I looked over and saw all three of them looking at us.

“Come over here, both of you,” said one of them. He sat across from the man with his feet on the woman’s back and he had dark hair that fell in loose curls. Maggie took my hand and pulled me over before I could hesitate. She got down on her knees before him and bowed her head. I hastily followed her lead and did the same.

“Oh, my sweet Number Four,” he said, stroking her red hair. “She’s a favourite of mine,” he said to the other men, “with a sweet, hot mouth that really knows how to suck a cock. Aren’t you, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” answered Maggie.

“Have you had her before?” he asked the man sitting next to him, a blond with carefully slicked-back hair.

“No,” said the blond.

“Oh, you must!” said the curly-haired man. “She can take you deep into her throat. It’s fantastic.”

“All right,” he said, amiably, and looked at Maggie. “Get closer, initiate.”

Without hesitation, Maggie shuffled her knees forward until she was between his legs.

“And what about this one?” said the curly-haired man to me. I could feel his eyes boring into me.

“Well, she can suck me too if she wants to,” said the second man, and all three of them broke into laughter.

The first man grabbed my chin and lifted my face, examining it.

“I don’t know you,” he said with interest. “Are you new?”

I couldn’t answer. I was unable to speak.

“Yes,” Maggie answered quickly for me. “She’s my friend.”

“Ah,” the man’s eyes sparked with interest behind his mask. “How nice. Someone fresh to break in. Why don’t you take off your dress so I can take a look at you?”

I shot Maggie a wide-eyed look. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this. Maggie, seeing my hesitation, stood up and pulled me up by the hand.

“We’ll both get undressed for you, Sirs,” she said, reaching down to grab the hem of her dress. But before she had time to lift it, the blond man reached out and grabbed her arm, squeezing it hard.

“You weren’t told to do anything,” he bit out. “You’d better get back down on your knees quickly before I decide you need to be taught obedience.”

With a sharp, nervous inhale, Maggie lowered herself back down to the ground, eyes flashing a quick warning at me.

“You,” said the blond man. “Take off your dress like you were told.”

Slowly, as if moving through water, I bent down and grasped the hem of my dress, lifting it and pulling it up over my head, feeling the air rush over my bare skin as I exposed myself to the three strange men. I balled the dress up in my hand and another slave in a white dress appeared out of nowhere and took it from me before I even had a chance to wonder where to put it.

“What’s this?” asked the man, laughing, and he reached out and snapped the band of my panties, making the keys stuffed in the back jingle. “These aren’t allowed. Take these off immediately and have them thrown out.” He snapped his fingers at the woman who had taken my dress.

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