Chapter 3: Rising Action
After most of the guest have left it was just Nick, Tom, Sarah, and Mia
Nick looks at Mia and say go get the food ready for me Tom and Sarah Mia's stomach tenses at the thought, heat creeping up her neck and into her face as she obeys, hurrying towards the kitchen. She always felt this way—equal parts vulnerability and excitement—when her husband gave her one of his unreasonable commands. Even though she knows good and well that Nick loves it when she does as she's told. It would never occur to her to challenge the strict instructions he gave her.
To be sure, the guests in their home tonight—probably covertly sneaking glances of Mia's bare thighs—wouldn't suspect the slow burn of desire that smoldered deep inside her.
The table rumbled softly as Mia set the courses down, adjusting the silverware slightly before ducking away. The room fell quiet as they all stared at her every move—though Mia hardly dared look up for fear she might see something she wasn't meant to.
"Ah, Mia. You've outdone yourself tonight", Nick purred. She caught a glimpse of his smirking eyes, contrasting the restrained smile on his lips.
Small beads of sweat formed on Mia's brow, betraying the nerves lurking beneath her submissive veil. Though she thrived in this role, it didn't make it any easier to stroll around, almost naked in front of a table full of people, no matter how much she craved pleasing her husband.
Sarah looks at the food and says it does look good but it took so long to get ready if you where my submissive I would have spanked here and now but maybe Nick is just going soft on your training .
Nick gives Mia a sidelong glance as he continued, "Sarah, darling—you wound me! I know full well how to properly train a sub."
Mia fights the urge to shrink away as Sarah chuckles. Despite her initial misgiving, she was drawn to the way Sarah and Tom respected Nick's authority in a way she didn't think was possible. She wanted that for herself.
Tom cuts in, "Ignore Sarah, Mia.
I for one think you did a fantastic job tonight tho instead of having you wear that lingerie I would have had you in a diaper , you know a nice little baby girl outfit. I would have made sure you were wet and feeling all sorts of sensations from the feeling of the plastic against your skin. That way you would be thinking about nothing but how good it feels being in diapers instead of worrying about if the guests notice your underwear," he said with a playful wink.
Mia's eyes widen, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. The words felt almost foreign as she whispered her humiliating truth, "Y-yes, Master Tom.
I know you would."
Nick nods approvingly. "We will have to let Tom take over for an evening, my dear, and see how you fare. I think you will benefit greatly from experiencing Tom's unique approach."
Tom chuckles again, voice dripping with mischief and pure filth, "Oh I do love a good abdl scene every now and then, and it would give me a chance to see just how well trained you really are."
Mia's submits to the authority of the three in the room
Is there anything I can get you master Tom or master Nick or mistress Sarah ? She asks with her head down
Meanwhile, Sarah can't help but sneer at Mia's splayed form. "You're too indulgent, Nick. My subs never dare question their lack of clothing, much less get a say in their roles.
It was a heady feeling, being adored and served in this way.
Yet I could see in Tom and Sarah’s eyes something was missing in Mia’s training. Perhaps I was too lenient, I pondered. After all, the humiliating command I just gave her was nothing compared to what the two standing in front of us had in mind.
"But Sir," Mia meekly objected, voice barely above a whisper.
"You haven't given me permission to speak!"
Sarah raised an eyebrow and glanced at Nick with a knowing grin, one that said she wholeheartedly approved of his wife's obedience. "Well, look at that. She knows her place."
"Indeed, Sarah. I can see that you've had quite the influence on my dear submissive," Nick replied with a hint of pride. "But we must let her grow in her own way."
Tom nodded sagely. "That's what being a dom's all about: teaching, guiding.
But also we need them to grow the right way so we correct bad behavior and I think Mia talks out of turn to much nick says then he says Mia go get my belt and bring it to me now "
Nick commanded as Mia rushed to comply, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming next. Returning to the dining area, she handed the belt over, eyes cast downward, as the three of them continued their conversation.
Mia's breath hitched as she felt Nick's hand gently caress her cheek, tilting her head up so their eyes could meet. The sheer dominance in his expression set her body alight with a mix of fear and arousal, a powerful cocktail of emotions that colored her cheeks once more.
The other two guests paused their conversation, undoubtedly intrigued by the display they were about to witness between husband and wife.
"Answer my question, Mia," Nick demanded, his words like a lash. "Do you deserve punishment?"
Slowly, Mia nodded, her restrained movements the epitome of genuine submission. It was in these moments that she felt almost truly free: when she could be vulnerable in her devotion to Nick, able to surrender herself entirely to his desires.
Then strip completely naked then ask Sarah to inspect you to make sure you are fully naked before I spank you, Nick commanded, his voice low and full of authority.
Mia felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought, but at the same time, she could feel her heart thumping faster and her breath hitching in anticipation. Carefully, she slipped out of her underwear, standing before the dining room table naked and trembling slightly.
Sarah rose from her seat and walked around her, inspecting every inch of Mia's curvaceous figure.
Mia felt Sarah’s fingers glide down her spine and between her ass cheeks and press her ass hole , it was a strange feeling and one that only added to the intensity of the moment.
Sarah finally gives Mia the go-ahead, and she felt Nick's hand on her bare shoulder.
"Bend over, Mia. Hands on the table," Nick growled, his voice low and commanding.
Mia complied without hesitation, her bare chest pressed against the cool wood as she waited for the first strike of the belt.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she braced for the sensation of leather against her skin.
Each snap of the belt filled the room, painting a vivid picture of power as Nick wielded it masterfully. Mia could feel each strike burning its mark in her mind, her body trembling with every hit. She knew her husband intended for this intimate act to serve as a reminder that she belonged to him, to be his ideal submissive, there to please his desires and those of his friends.
Tom watched with anticipation as the scene unfolded before him. As an experienced Dom, he had always been interested in watching Nick at work.