"I thought you were going to wear your anklet today," Milord stated, staring pointedly at Sophia's naked ankle.

She closed my eyes, then looked up at him.

"I was, sir, but I was running late and forgot," she admitted.

Constantly wearing a 'collar' of some type, be it the anklet, bracelets, choker, body chains, or leather collar is a new rule. Today, Sophia completely forgot about the anklet in her rush to complete all of her errands and be home before Milord arrived, another rule she had insisted upon. One of the best parts of her day was being home to greet him.

Standing before him now and confessing her mistake felt rather good. She had no need to hide anything from Milord. Yes, she knew she'd receive a consequence, but she respected him all the more for it. Before they began this lifestyle, forgetting anything would have caused her to feel guilt for days.

"Prepare."

She did so, stripping out of her dress and placing it in the clothes hamper and her sandals in the closet before again coming to him. Every discipline session would be completed with her naked. She was surprised, however, that he hadn't ordered her to DM room. When she returned to the living room, he held something with lots of chains in his hands.

"Lift your hair."

She did so. He untangled the chains and clipped the choker part around her neck. When he finished, he removed her simple nipple hoops and replaced them with bars attached to the other two chains.

"There," he stated, stepping back to see. "You'll wear that collar all week. Don't even try to take it off as it's firmly locked into place with a clasp which requires the removal of a screw to release it."

Sophia nodded her acceptance. This would be absolutely impossible to hide. The black chain rested close to her neck with the two breast chains flowing downward from the center and attached to the bars inserted into her pierced nipples.

"On your own time, you may dress as you wish and go about your business as you wish this week. You can make excuses and stay in the house for the next week if you wish. You can wear a low-cut top and show off your new collar. It's up to you. When you're with me, however, you will wear what I tell you to and only what I tell you to," he expanded. "Tonight, for example, we're going to my brother's place. You'll wear the black dress. and heels."

She gulped and asked for clarification. "Um. Which one?"

"The one with the plunging neckline so low that when you bend over I can see your navel."

Blushing, she nodded and dressed. He hadn't specified which heels, so she slipped my feet into a pair of four inch black pumps. She put my hair up in a messy bun and applied a bit of mascara and lip gloss.

When they were in the car he asked if she had worn the waterproof mascara. Sophia took a deep, shaky breath, knowing this was a hint of what was to come.

"No, Milord."

He smiled in approval.

When we arrived, Cane was ready. He was casually sitting on his couch wearing black gloves, dress pants and a shirt. He had a belt in hand and other implements of discipline spread out for easy access. Sophia hated when Milord had Cane discipline her, but it was very effective. The humiliation of having her brother in law see her in such a state added to her correction. Having been well trained, Sophia stood before Cane, eyes downward, and lifted her arms as Milord removed her dress.

Cane grasped her nipples and pinched hard. Milord, held her hands over my head, and whispered, "Now be good and take your consequence."

"I will, Milord," she answered, knowing that what he was really saying was that she could stop this if she really wanted to.

Cane attached the nipple clamps around the bars and then told Sophia lie flat on the floor, arms and legs spread wide. She obeyed and watched Milord's feet as he walked across the room and sat so that he had a perfect view of her humiliation. Using the belt, Cane applied eight stripes in quick succession. Sophia was howling, but maintained my position. Cane always had a heavier hand than Milord. He allowed her several minutes to absorb the pain before continuing at a much slower pace.

"So, what'd she do this time?" he asked Milord as he applied another stripe.

"Forgot her collar."

"Ah. Hence the new chains. I like it, by the way."

The men continued to chat as Cane wielded the belt and Sophia sobbed. After ten well-placed blows to her ass, sit spot and top of her thighs, he stopped and ran his fingers through her drenched slit.

"She's ready. Don't think she could be any wetter."

"Sophia," Milord instructed. "On your knees, shoulders on the ground. I want that ass raised high."

Awkwardly, she complied. As soon as she was in the new position, Cane's cock was balls deep inside of her. He fucked hard and fast. He also continued to spank her scarlet ass with his gloved hand.

"Feeling properly disciplined?" Milord asked.

"Yes, Sir!" she sobbed.

Her nipples were on fire, her ass would be tender for days, and her pussy would ache from the pounding. She felt free of all guilt. Cane didn't take long to find his pleasure, but as was customary for a discipline session, he didn't come inside of Sophia. He pulled out and sprayed his hot cream over her fiery ass.

She couldn't help it. She came as well, shouting, "Milord!" as she did so.

"Did you give her permission to come?" Cane asked.

"I did not," Milord replied. "No worries. I came prepared. Sophia, raise your body up to table position."

Shaking, she did so. The men changed places with Cane standing in front of her and Milord behind. Cane grasped the camps dangling from her nipples and Milord was rubbing something hard and cold through Cane's splatter on my ass. As some signal, Cane released the clamps just as Milord easily slid the plug into her anus. She screamed as the blood slammed back into her nipples and she fought to control her need to orgasm again.

She was allowed to sit back on her heels and recover her breathing before thanking both men for their discipline. She sucked first Cane's cock until he was satisfied and stepped back. Then, she unzipped Milord's trousers and gratefully took his cock into her mouth. She kept her eyes upward as he preferred, her face a mess of tearstains and mascara. He ran a finger over her face and murmured, "That's very good, Soph. You really are the perfect submissive. If you'd like, you can come."

She liked. And she came as she continued to suck Milord's cock.

He pumped his seed down her throat, Sophia gulping frantically, eager to drink all he gave her.

Once finished, he adjusted himself, zipped, and sat next to Cane who handed Milord a soft drink. They talked and laughed and watched television for another hour while Sophia sat on the floor, curled at Milord's feet, her head resting on his knee.

She sighed happily and thought, "I'm home.