Naked for Her Two Masters(34)

Because she’d been sitting a lot of the day, she wasn’t especially tired, so she turned her television on again to the music channel she’d discovered and began dancing, this time making up new steps and routines as she went, although mostly not taking more than a few steps in any direction as the room was not very spacious.

Back in elementary school, Andorra had waited at the same bus stop as a girl a little older than her, who’d gone to tap dancing classes. Each morning the other girl had practiced her tap dancing as she’d waited for the bus, and Andorra had soon copied her, learning the steps. Even now she could recall those old routines, and she embellished them as she went along. After an hour she was hot and sweaty, but felt better for having exercised. She turned the TV off, removed the nipple jewelry, showered, and went to bed.

When she woke, she stayed still and under the blankets, thinking about what she’d like to do for this day. All she really knew was that while she’d enjoyed journaling her childhood and planning her CV, what she really would prefer was a job. She supposed she was spoiled in that she’d been traveling for months, so had effectively been on vacation all that time. It felt rude and ungrateful to be hankering after a job when so many people who worked very hard would love to be in her position, with nothing they had to do and nowhere they had to be, but she was ready to move on with her life.

Andorra couldn’t convince herself that Master Kingston and Raleigh—Master Raleigh—would want to keep her indefinitely. And she was reasonably certain she wouldn’t like to be kept as she was now, more or less a sex slave. Not that she had any complaints about the sex. They were both very, very good at making sure her orgasms were unbelievably exciting. It was more that she wanted a relationship. Like the day when they went to the Monster Cave. Time spent enjoying life as equals. She imagined if they all went to work during the day then spent evenings and some weekend time together, she’d be perfectly content. Likely they’d have things they wanted to do on the weekend which wouldn’t interest her, and if she was working she’d need to do her own chores, but as long as they spent some time together talking and sharing and just doing things other than fucking, she’d be happy.

Kingston seemed like a fierce, bossy Master, but although he ordered her around he never hurt her or pushed her past where she was prepared to go, and he always ensured she ended up with the best orgasm ever. Raleigh was softer and sweeter, but still quite bossy in his own way, just more polite and gentler in his mannerisms. And he, too, always waited until she climaxed before taking his own pleasure.

Unfortunately she couldn’t convince herself they wanted any more of her than a sexual relationship, with perhaps the occasional outing. Maybe they’d only taken her to the cave as that was what they did with guests.

So why was she still here, continuing with the challenge for however long it lasted? Andorra shook her head at herself. Because she couldn’t bring herself to part from the men just yet. She suspected she had fallen in love with them, although surely it was too soon for that to have happened. Perhaps she’d just fallen in love with the idea of them, or even the idea of two men. But no, she’d known men in the past, work colleagues, fellow students, and none of them had aroused her the way these two men did. She really wanted to stay with them forever. Just, not as a sex slave. As a person on a more equal footing.

She jumped out of bed and had her shower, moving fluidly, ignoring the way the chastity belt filled her ass and cunt and reminded her of the men’s cocks. But their cocks were so much better than these metal dildos. They were not only bigger and made of warm human flesh, but the men used them so effectively. The dildos just sat there, moving when she moved. In fact, by now she was so used to them they didn’t arouse her much at all. She’d much rather have the men.

Andorra replaced the nipple clamps, sighing as they bit into her skin. She was getting tired of them, too. If the men had been here, playing with them, that would have been fine. But just dangling down on her skin, pulling on her nipples, really she would much rather take them off. Perhaps that was the challenge? To keep wearing the toys when she’d lost interest in them?



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Kingston knew that he was trying to push Andorra away, not because he still didn’t trust her, but because his heart wanted her, and Raleigh was so in love with her. Raleigh’s feelings shone in his eyes and softened his voice every time he spoke her name. All of which only made Kingston warier. He didn’t want to believe the gods had dropped their mate onto his mountain. It seemed too simple. Unbelievable. Surely he should have been the one searching and searching until he found her?