77- Chamber of Sins - Part 2
Isabella
Dear God… These men weren’t joking about their BDSM fettish were they?
Ignoring the toys attached to the bed, I move to scan the rest of the bed. Black sheets as well as a giant comforter adorned the bed carefully along with big fluffy pillows making the bed look like one big giant cloud. A small leather bench sat stationed near the end of the bed completing the look.
Returning my focus back towards the center of the room, I slowly move to search the rest of the room as a whole. My eyes noticing how each side of it was divided into some kind of BDSM section. The left side dedicated to a wall full of glass cabinets which seemed to house silk lined drawers. Each drawer filled with items such as vibrators. Vibrators of multiple sizes and shapes.
Next to come into my line of sight are the butt plugs. Again coming in multiple different sizes and shapes followed by dildos, whips, paddles of different variations, cuffs and ball gags, both of which have been used on me already along with various ropes for tying one up.
Lucus even going as far as to explain to me that some of the drawers even held toys for the guys as well, toys such as knives and other small sharp items including cock rings. An image of Alex now coming to mind and his crazy need to feel pain. Ignoring the image I move to inspect further only to find a closet full of lingerie that left nothing to the imagination as well as skimpy clad costumes.
Mildly amused by the costumes and lingerie I continue with my once over of the room, my eyes now scanning over to the right side of the room only to see floor to ceiling mirrors similar to what was hanging above my bed the first night I had awoken here. The mirror acting like a window all while giving the person a perfect view of everything. And I meant everything.
There were also sections that housed different setups for specific equipment. Grant explaining to me that each area was designed with a specific goal in mind to help stimulate pleasure while whips and paddles were meant to be used as a way to explore pain.
Biting my lower lip, I move away from the thoughts of whips and paddles and turn towards another area. My eyes taking in various benches designed for spanking along with a suspension apparatus and wondered what it would feel like to have Grant or Lucus tie me up in that thing.
Trendles of pleasure now rushing through all of me as I eventually land on the stripper pole or dancing pole as they called it, a mental smirk now rising at the thought of me using it before noticing another chair stationed within the room, a chair that was designed for a Queen. For me.
Overwhelmed by multiple sensations now flooding through me I begin to notice several couches along the room as well as refrigerators full of water. My eyes eventually landing on a giant jacuzzi tub that was strangely stationed just behind the king size bed making me want to jump straight in there, naked if I could too.
Still studying the room, I begin to take it all in. The room as a whole was breathtakingly beautiful yet at the same time made me feel completely overwhelmed by what I was seeing. The guys all very thoughtful yet daring in their realm of BDSM that seemed to leave my core pulsing with a need that only they could fill. My mind reminding me that I never truly had a boyfriend either and whenever I managed to get even remotely close to a guy or girl while in school they would instantly vanish or give me the cold shoulder. Caleb and Angel being my first two real friends and it made my heart suddenly clench in sadness.
As if remembering them, remembering Caleb and Angel felt almost like a distant memory. A memory of what if felt like to have friends yet given the opportunity, would probably have shit themselves if they ever had a chance to see this room. Angel and Caleb both considered the classic whore. Always hooking up with someone different each and every time that we hung out.
Lost in my inner thoughts I fail to notice Grant and Lucus who eventually approach me before speaking, drawing my attention back over to them even as they continue to watch me silently.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s amazing. All of it” I admit truthfully. “And you're all considered Dominants, right?”
“Yes” whispers Lucus this time, giving me time to process his words before speaking again.
“Alex and I are what we call ourselves Kyrios or the Masters. When we enter our roles as Masters we become very strict especially when it comes down to our subs. We both like complete and total control. Alex is also a certified “Brat tamer” no pun intended. But our way of punishing can often be extreme but the rewards we give are even generous. As for Grant and Tony, they on the other hand like to be called Sir. As I’m sure you remember that when Grant was being excessively strict with you that day in the office. But even so, both are utterly strict yet equally nurturing to their subs as I’m sure you're well aware that each of us has even developed a daddy kink as well. A need to take on the role of caregiver. To spoil you, to make sure that your needs are well taken care of before our own and not just for the sex either.”
Listening to everything that they say closely, I slowly begin to realize that this was something that I actually wanted to do. To learn. To feel what those in my books do. A piece of me telling me to breach that gap that was between us and take the leap. To grab the bulls by the horns and give them what they wanted. Me.
Looking between them and the pillow, I finally take a sip of my liquid courage and slowly make my way over towards the big satin pillow. My knees coming to rest upon it slowly, my eyes still on the floor as I feel myself finally submitting. Exhaling slowly I finally speak the words, Lucus and Grant groaning as I did.
“Then teach me, Kyrios (Master)”
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