I was curled up rather comfortably at my Lord’s feet. The leash attached to my collar was held loosely in his left hand and I was kissing and worshipping his boots, running my tongue lazily up the toes of them, kissing the instep. My Lord didn’t ask me to kneel or present myself formally, but when I heard a tap at the door, I knelt up ramrod straight, thrust out my breasts and clasped my hands behind my neck. My Lord stroked my hair affectionately, and got up to answer the door.

I was still unused to humbling myself before visitors, but my Lord had warned me that this would happen tonight. I looked at my leash, trailing from my collar to the spot on the sofa where he had been sitting. I didn’t dare to move--it felt as though the leash was still in his hand; in a way, it was.

At the door was another Domme, Mistress Joanna. I had met her when my Lord and I were at the Fetish Club. She was beautiful and she frightened me. I had told my Lord that information after meeting Mistress Joanna for the first time, and he had quizzed me for a long time about my fear. I had told him that I feared her gentleness, because it made the acts of punishment so much more cruel when she felt it was time to discipline her slave. He had smiled softly and stroked my neck in the way I loved so much, but I knew he was mulling the information over in his mind.

I cast my eyes downward, but watched her through my lashes. I loved the way she moved. Mistress Joanna was carrying a large black satchel. She and my Lord exchanged a warm caress. I felt a stir of jealousy, then immediately quelled it. Who was I to question what my Lord would do? If he made love to this woman in front of me, I would sit quietly and offer no voice or objection. After all, I was his slave. I would never be his equal, as she was. The two of them came into the room, and Mistress Joanna stopped in front of me, and looked at my naked body.

"You have beautiful breasts," she praised me, and like a new slut-slave, I wriggled with delight under her praise and scrutiny. She grasped one nipple ring and gave it a gentle tug, and my nipple was instantly erect. I gasped softly and she smiled. My leash was still lying on the couch.

"Would you care to give her a try, Joanna?" my Lord asked her, picking up the end of my leash. I stiffened instantly. My Lord had never loaned me to another Domme before. Mistress Joanna nodded, and he dropped the leash into her hand. The second it touched her skin, I bent over double and started kissing her feet. Her toenails were painted red, and I kissed them through the sexy high-heeled sandals she wore. I kissed her ankle and her leg. I could hear her laugh above me and mention something to my Lord about me being an eager little slut, but I was busy kissing her calves and the insides of her knees. She stopped me before I could work my way up the inside of her thighs under her leather skirt.

"A time and place for everything, Love," she told me. "Be a good girl and get us some drinks from the kitchen." She patted my chin and I opened my mouth and she placed the leash between my teeth. I crawled on my hands and knees into the kitchen and poured some champagne into beautiful crystal flutes, and placed them onto a black lacquered tray with the ice bucket and the remaining champagne. I carefully held the tray in my hands and slowly worked my way back into the living room on my knees. I didn’t spill a drop.

My Lord took the tray from my hands and the leash from between my teeth and handed it back to Mistress with a flourish. She gently tugged on the leash, forcing me onto my hands and knees in front of them. "Be very still, Love, we want to talk for a while." My Lord placed the black lacquered tray onto my back and I stayed as still as my adrenalin-pumped body would let me. I could just hear the ice cubes tinkle against one another gently if I listened very carefully. It felt like they talked forever. I wanted to scream from the tension of not moving for so long. Suddenly, involuntarily, I shuddered. One delicate crystal flute tipped over. I felt like everything was going in slow motion, horrified at what I had done. The ice-cold champagne spilled out of the flute and poured over my back, down the crack of my ass. The crystal shattered into a million sparkling pieces. I was devastated. The sudden stillness of my Mistress and my Lord told me volumes. I was to be punished severely for my transgression.

"Jessie. Go to your room." My Lord’s voice didn’t leave me any choice. He lifted the tray off my back, and I took the leash between my teeth and crawled to my room in shame. I heard him discussing my correction with Mistress Joanna. I knelt in position, knees wide apart, breasts out-thrust, hands clasped behind my neck. I closed my eyes and tried not to cry.

I heard them come into my room, murmuring together. I kept my eyes closed. I heard the rattle of chains. My Lord took hold of my long hair and pulled me to my feet. I kept my hands at my neck. I felt him buckle the cuffs around my wrists and then he pulled my arms up over my head and snapped them to the chain from the bolt in the ceiling. At my ankles I could feel my Mistress buckling cuffs around them and then snapping the cuffs onto the spreader bar. I was very nearly hanging from my wrists; my feet were giving me only a minimum of support. I could hear my Lord opening the toy box.

"Here, Joanna, take this," my Lord told her, obviously handing her some toys to amuse herself with.

I heard the "swish, THWACK" of a flog hitting flesh as my Mistress tested the heavy whip against her thigh. "Nice," she said, appreciatively.

"Now Jessie," I heard my Master instruct me, "Mistress Joanna will be using the flog, and I will be using the paddle. Make sure to thank us for your correction. And make sure you thank the right person, Love."

There was a moment of painful anticipation as I waited for the first stroke, then it came like white fire across my breasts.

"Thank you, Mistress," I gasped.

Next was the paddle, a hard flat smack across my buttocks. "Thank you, Master," I moaned.

The lashes and the paddling started to come in faster succession. My thanks to my Master and Mistress started to come out as "Oh, Master, Oh Mistress!" gasped through clenched teeth. My Lord’s paddling was fairly lifting me off the ground, while my Mistress’s flogging was turning my entire body into a criss-cross of red stripes. I was in an ecstasy of pain and pleasure. Sweat rolled down my breasts and belly and I was panting and moaning. Suddenly, everything stopped. I was quivering in expectation. I needed release so badly, I could feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs, mingled with my sweat.

"Please, oh please, my Lord, my Lady, oh please I need…" I babbled. I could feel my Mistress’s nails running over my erect nipples and I whimpered.

"No, Jessie," my Lord said softly, "you’re being corrected. You won’t get your climax tonight."

I could hear them chuckling and talking softly as they walked out of my room, leaving me hanging while tears rolled down my cheeks.