“Sounds like a plan,” Daniel said, grinning. “And, Liam, thank you for this. I know you’re doing it for me.”
“I’m doing it for us,” Liam answered.
When Alex returned, they moved back into the living room, Liam and Daniel again side by side with Alex across from them. Liam noted Alex was no longer nervously perched on the edge of her seat but sat back, her legs curled beneath her.
“You need to understand this isn’t an invitation for some quick sex with strangers. Daniel and I are partners. We’re both bisexual. Our goal in inviting a third person into our lives isn’t to have an excuse to have sex with someone new. Rather, it’s a way of extending our lovemaking, of deepening it by adding a new dimension.” He glanced at Daniel, who nodded. “Daniel has dominant impulses. He’s ready to explore these impulses in a meaningful way. If we choose you, you will be expected to submit to both of us with the understanding that Daniel belongs to me, and my word is the final one.”
Alex stared at him with those vivid green eyes, her lips lightly parted. “Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
He was pleased at her use of the honorific. “We’ve never done anything like this before,” he continued. “We’d be feeling our way along with you. There are no hard and fast rules, save for the underlying aspect of a total power exchange. You would be expected to obey each of us in every aspect. We, in turn, would promise to keep you safe, never asking you to do something that could cause you harm. If we all agree, you’d be invited here to live on a trial basis. Let’s say a week?”
Liam glanced at Daniel, who nodded his agreement Returning his gaze to Alex, he said, “You’d have your own bedroom. You will be expected to devote yourself fully to serving us in every possible respect. We’d train you in obedience, grace and sexual service. In the process of training, you will be subjected to erotic torture, including the whip, the cane, bondage, and whatever else pleases us.”
“Oh,” Alex mouthed, the word coming out as a whisper, her eyes wide.
“I work outside the home during the week. Daniel will have complete control over you while I’m gone. You are to think of him as an extension of me. Of course, this is all theory at this point, but I want you to understand our intentions before we continue.”
“What’s the catch?” Alex flashed a grin.
Confused, Liam replied, “Catch? What do you mean?”
“Two gorgeous men, this incredible house”—she waved her hand around the room—“the chance to be trained in obedience, grace and sexual service. It sounds like heaven on earth to me. In order to be your submissive sex slave, do I have to promise my firstborn child to you? Give over my inheritance from a great-aunt, that is, if I had an inheritance from a great-aunt?”
Liam smiled. “No catch. Hopefully, the arrangement will meet our needs—all three of us. First, I want to ask you some questions and give you a little trial test.”
“Trial test?” She was twisting her hands nervously in her lap. She saw him looking, and slowly her hands stilled. She took a deep breath and met his eyes, both trepidation and excitement in her face.
“That’s right. To determine your suitability.”
“Okay,” she agreed, clearly nervous, but determined.
“Stand up,” he directed brusquely.
“Excuse me?”
“Stand up. I want to have a look at you.”
Alex got to her feet, wrapping her arms protectively around her torso.
“Drop your hands to your sides. Look straight ahead.”
She obeyed, pink color washing over her cheeks. Her erect nipples pressed against the silk of her dress.
“Take off your dress and again stand at attention,” Liam directed. She drew in a sudden breath and opened her mouth to speak.
Before she got past the first syllable, he cut her off. “I didn’t tell you to speak. If you can’t obey the simplest of requests, this meeting should end now. You’re applying for the position of submissive sex slave, to quote you, are you not?” He smiled to soften his words.
“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.
“If you are to belong to us, you mustn’t hesitate, not for a fraction of a second, when either of us gives you a direct command. Is that very, very clear, Alex?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice returned to its normal register.
“Good. Now, we’ll try this again. Take off your dress, Alex. If you can’t do that, thank you for coming and goodbye.”
Taking a deep breath, Alex gripped the hem of her short dress and pulled it over her head. She wore no bra. Her breasts were firm and quite lovely, the nipples dark pink, erect beneath the gaze of the two men. Her body was lean, curving in to a narrow waist and flaring gently at the hips. Her legs were slender and strong, the legs of a runner. She wore white cotton bikini panties edged with lace.