Page 34 of Twisted Salvation
The place is packed when we go in. Dominic and Matt lead me to a seating area while Natalie and Trish go to the play area.
“I like this place,” I say.
“We’ve spent many years making it as welcoming as possible,” Dominic says. “We are going to jump right into this before we end up with an audience.”
“Okay,” I smile.
“On your knees, Blossom. Let’s talk,” he says. I nod happily and go to my knees before sitting back on my heels. “First things first.We are presenting you with this collar to serve not only as our promise to you that we will always love and support you, but also as your promise to us that you will do the same. We are built on communication, and it is vital that it plays through to all aspects of our lives. Most importantly, we want you to feel safe, secure, loved, and wanted. We vow with this that we will always do what is best for you and us as a group. Do you accept this collar?”
“Yes,” I say with a bright smile.
“Do you vow to serve beside us with the understanding that although you might be our submissive, you are still our equal?” Matt asks as he hands Dominic a black leather collar with a flower-shaped pendant on the front.
“Yes,” I say giddily. Dominic smiles softly before leaning down and putting it around my neck. When he has it secure, he stands up straight and lifts my chin to look at me.
“Beautiful collar for a beautiful girl,” Dominic says. “We own you, Blossom.”
“It’s never felt so good to be owned,” I say happily.
“Ready?” Dominic asks, offering me his hand.
“Absolutely.” I stand with Dominic and Matt before they lead me over to the play area. We are front and center with a growing crowd; everyone is silent and looks happy. All of their eyes start to make me panic.
“Breathe with us,” Dominic says softly as they both hold my hand. I close my eyes and take long, deep breaths. I focus my energy on my lungs expanding before I slowly exhale. When I open my eyes, I am calmer. They both kneel and take off my heels before standing.
“Take off the dress,” Matt says. I don’t move, and he steps forward to lift my chin. “Focus on us and no one else. We are the only ones who matter. Okay?”
“I’m scared,” I whisper.
“Of what?” Dominic asks.
“Of being judged,” I say. “I have so many scars…”
“Your scars are proof that you have fought and survived your past, Blossom. You are a survivor, and they are your battle scars. Wear them proudly because they show what you have overcome,” Dominic says.
I nod and step back slightly to pull the tie on my dress. I let it drop to the floor, making Dominic and Matt smile deviously at me. “Keep going,” Matt instructs. I nod and pull my thong off. I am shaking as he leads me to a spot on the floor marked with a red X. They pull my arms above my head and restrain my wrists with leather cuffs attached to a chain that runs to the ceiling.
“Safe word?” Dominic asks.
“Red,” I whisper.
“Louder,Blossom.”
“Red!” I project.
“Do you understand why we want to introduce you to impact play?” he asks.
“No,” I admit.
“You self-harm to feel alive,” Dominic says. “You don’t want to hurt, but you crave the euphoria that the pain brings you. When your life feels like it’s caving in around you, you cut to remind yourself that you are alive. You struggle to see past the panic and overwhelming anxiety, and harming yourself cuts through that fog. Much like a runner's high and self-harming, impact play will release the same endorphins that will bring you the same euphoria. Impact play can replace all the razors you keep hidden. It is not a cure by any means, but it is a tool to use when everything becomes too much to handle. You have given yourself to us, so it is our responsibility to help you through the darkness. We might be the devils you know, but we will keep you out of the flames.”
“I trust both of you,” I say. “Since being involved with the two of you, you have brought me so much peace with the brutality you offer me. You match it perfectly with kindness and respect. If you think that this will help me, I want to try.”
“Good girl,” Dominic says. “We have something for you, but there is a reason for it.”
“What is… oh God,” I groan when Matt fills my pussy with something. It is also touching my clit. They push my feet together and restrain me so that I can’t separate my ankles or knees. I am then hooked to the floor so that I am unable to move. I have my eyes closed because I am facing a mirror. The crowd is behind me, but they can see everything that the guys will do to me, as well as my reaction.
“Pleasure and pain, my love,” he says. “The pleasure will relax you so that the pain isn’t overwhelming. We will not hold back with you because we know you are more than capable of taking it.”
