Theirs: Series I by Arabella Kingsley

moved in front of my thighs and stroked his finger through my
wet sex flexing the bud back and forth.   I moaned gently resting my bound hands on my stomach only to be
corrected by Marcus who placed them above my head again and moved so he could
hold them there.

 
    “You are nice and wet, Elizabeth, soaking wet in fact and I will
only need a little lubricant to insert these inside your vaginal channel.   This is going to give you so much
pleasure, little one if you are obedient and do as you are told,” he warned as
though I were child and capable of terrible naughtiness.

 
    “What are they?” I asked breathlessly, nervously as I felt him pulse
a finger up inside my channel to stretch and prepare me.

 
    “Ben wa balls.”

 
    He held them up to me.   They were two medium sized steel balls on a string.

 
    “Every time you move they are going to arouse you and make you want
to come, Kitten but you have to hold your pleasure until one of us gives you
permission to release it.   This will
be a good test for you as a submissive.   Now widen your legs a little further.”

 
    I parted my thighs more and felt Jason peel back the lips of my
vagina.   At first he closely
examined me and then covered the balls in a small amount of lubricant just like
he said he would.   A moment later I
felt him slide the balls inside   stretching and filling me.

 
    It was a strange sensation but when I shifted on the desk I felt
them rub at the walls of my vagina and produce a helpless cry of pleasure from
my lips.   Jason grinned at his
brother and pulled the string on the balls moving them back and forth inside
me.   I panted, my arousal building
strongly.   Then it stopped.

 
    “Come on, we need to get going.”

 
    Jason stood up and helped me down from the desk as I tightened my
pelvic floor to keep the balls contained.   He untied my hands.

 
    “They are going to keep you nice and tight and very wet in there
until we are ready to mount you.   Mind you keep them in there, honey.   We wouldn’t want them falling out now would we?” he said amused.

 
    I was allowed to dress minus my panties, correct my hair and reapply
my lipstick from my bag before we peered out of the door to check we could
leave without being noticed.  

 
    I was led back to the lobby and in to the theatre to rows of dinner
tables that had replaced the seating.   Everyone was shouting hello to the twins and demanding their attention
but eventually we were seated at a private table at the front with two of their
business associates.   I was relieved
to sit down and not have to concentrate on holding the balls inside me but I
was to endure a new fear.

 
    Just before the entertainment on the stage began I received a new
instruction from Jason and Marcus.

 
    “Lift your dress under the tablecloth.   We want to be able to touch you when we
please,” Marcus commanded on behalf of both of them.   “Think of it as another rule,” he
whispered in my ear.   “You must
always be open and accessible for our touch.”

 
    “Yes, Sirs,” I said demurely reaching to lift my dress underneath
the tablecloth thankful that it trailed the floor excitedly wondering what my
two lovers would do to me next.   This was one hell of a journey of discovery and I couldn’t wait to go on
and explore the connection between all three of us, hoping that in time it
would develop in to love.   I had
never felt so content and safe in my life.   I was theirs and belonged to no one else.