I couldn’t believe I was on the way to meet my girlfriend’s owners. The couple had been her roommates since college when they began experimenting with domination and submission. I guess they had all enjoyed their playing together, because soon after college the couple had “collared” her.

All this was new terminology to me. I had watched a few BDSM videos online, but until I met Francine I had never known anyone who actually practiced all this as a lifestyle. Greg and Angela, her owner-roommates, were married to each other and had been her owners for seven years by now. That was a much more stable long-term relationship than I had ever been in, for sure, and in a way I envied the three of them for finding something that worked for them.

It was a bit strange though. During our first few dates I was drip-fed information about her life at home. She really valued the opportunity she had to live the life of a full-time slave, it was something that very few would ever get to experience. She trusted them, and if she and I were going to continue, I had to accept that their role in her life would not change.

On our third date she explained that they generally allowed her to date as she saw fit, so long as it didn’t interfere with her “duties”. But there was a catch: she was forbidden any form of sexual contact until her owners had met and approved of the suitor.

I liked her a lot, and I considered myself an open-minded person. I wasn’t in any rush. A few more weeks of dating passed, and we became closer despite not even being able to kiss. Really we were laying a good foundation for a relationship, and I was happy for it.

Finally one day, she made another important aspect of their relationship explicit. I had been afraid to ask, but at some point we would all have to face it.

“So I know you’re still kind of getting used to the fact that I’m a slave. That dating me means I have a curfew, and that I can’t go out if my chores at home aren’t completed. But there’s something else I need to be sure you understand. My service to my owners doesn’t begin or end with just chores. The reason you need their permission to have sex with me, is that my sexuality belongs to them as well. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Do you mean… are you saying that they use you for sex?” I had still been holding onto hope that maybe this was more a platonic slavery. In reality though, I had known better.

“Well, yeah, sure. But it’s a lot more than that…” My mind raced during the short silence. How often was she having sex with them? Was that part of the arrangement going to end if they decided I was good enough to be with Francine? “It’s an essential part of our agreement. They will always own my sexuality and will have primary rights to it as my owners. And…” she hesitated a bit too long for my comfort. “If you want to be with me they will have to own you too. They say if you’re ready to accept that, they’re ready to meet you.”

So on the car ride over I was apprehensive about more than just meeting Francine’s owners. I was, as likely as not, meeting my own as well for the first time. Francine explained to me some of the rules of protocol in their home. I was not to look them in the eyes. They were to be addressed as “sir” and “ma’am”, and if they gave an order, I had to follow it. For Francine, I was more than willing to try anything to make this work.

“Now listen, I’m supposed to have prepared you for their training. And I think I have. But any mistakes you make will be punished. First they will punish you lightly, and then me much more harshly for not teaching you better. Because my ass is on the line, during training, and possibly on a continuing basis, you will also be submissive to me. I will have the authority to administer punishments and give orders.”

I was just getting myself deeper and deeper. Well, there was no reason to not try it out at least, I could always leave if it wasn’t for me, right?

When we entered the house, Greg and Angela, Francine’s owners (or… my owners?) were sitting at the couch waiting for us. They were dressed well, roughly our age. I was afraid to look too much for fear of accidental eye contact, but they were certainly attractive.

“Hello, Francine has told us so much about you. Both of you, come into the living room, please.” We stood facing them as my girlfriend had warned me to do. When in their presence we were not to sit down without explicit permission.

Greg introduced himself and his wife. He asked some basic questions, about whether I fully understood the nature of their relationship with my girlfriend, and whether I consented to be trained by them as a slave as well. I said that I did.

“Well then congratulations to the happy couple! Why don’t you two have your first kiss?” He sounded genuinely happy for us. I wasn’t religious or anything, so this was by far the longest I had dated someone without sexual contact, let alone a kiss. I was horny as hell for Francine and it must have shown in the passionate makeout that followed.

“I can see you’re a little hard, why don’t you take off your pants and underwear and show me my new cock.” It was clear that Angela was excited to have another man in the house. As much as I loved Francine, I had to admit that the realization that from time to time I would also be fucking Angela brought me to fully hard very quick.

“Francine, why don’t you play with his cock for us a bit?” I felt like I was going to explode right there as she reached down and began stroking me with her fingertips. At the same time it felt strange, I hadn’t realized beforehand that our first sexual encounter would be entirely a show for our owners.

At this point Greg was rubbing Angela’s pussy and she had her hand on his dick. They ordered Francine to strip. She took off her clothes in a rehearsed manner, and folded them neatly, before returning to stroke me. When they ordered me to do the same, I tried my best to imitate her.

“Now embrace her from behind, and reach down to pleasure her.” I could feel my hard dick against her butt. It was glorious, it was life itself. I was so tempted to just slip it in. As she got closer to coming, Greg and Angela began removing each other’s clothes as well. As Angela began giving him head, I thought I saw an opportunity. I reached down and grabbed my cock, and started lining it up to fuck my girlfriend from behind. Francine moved away sharply.

“Whooooa there buddy, nobody told you to do that. Francine, have you not been explaining things to the new slave? You, go eat my wife out while I correct this.” This was going from strange to stranger. Is this how she really lived all this time? Day in day out, enslaved to them voluntarily? What was he about to do to my girlfriend?

I knelt before Angela and began licking. She gave me direction as I went, and told me that it would be better for me to learn how to please her sooner rather than later. In the background I could hear some kind of wooden furniture being brought into the room. Francine was silent, but I could have sworn I felt a stifled gasp from her. Some minutes later Angela told me to watch.

Greg had tied Francine, naked, over some kind of makeshift bench. She was essentially on all fours on a kind of table, with each limb bound to the table comfortably. Greg was holding a thin reed cane.

“I want you to watch this now. This is the kind of thing that will happen from time to time when you don’t live up to our expectations.”

Francine’s eyes were wide with fear. I got the sense that she knew exactly what she was in for, and that it must not happen so very often or else she wouldn’t still be there. He began hitting her with the cane periodically, after telling me to count the strokes out loud.

I watched him cane my girlfriend, knowing that whatever he decided to do with her body she would accept, and that I had to accept it as well. I hadn’t expected it to be so hot though. It was all so exotic, so outside what I was used to, and yet there, in that living room, it felt so right and normal at the same time. I had misbehaved and now my love was being punished by our master. My punishment was to watch.

After ten strokes Greg asked me how many more she deserved. It felt like a trick question. Should I go high and try to win his favor? Should I go low to try to save her from her anguish? I looked to her for some kind of help, but she was just sobbing in pain. I decided to split the difference.

“Um, maybe ten more?”

“Wow, that’s awfully bold, you do realize that she can pay it forward to you directly if she chooses? Now come over here and hold her hand. Kiss her and tell her you love her, that you’ve learned your lesson, and that you will do everything you can to make sure she has to endure as little of this as possible during your training.” I did as he said, and tried to wipe some of her tears away. She returned my kiss with passion.

“I know baby, it’s ok. I accept it all, it’s worth it.” As he laid down the next ten blows I held her hands and looked in her eyes and felt her pain. I’m embarrassed to say it made me rock hard to see another man treating my girlfriend like this. And what else could I do? If I objected, it would be me she left, not him.

After the ten extra blows he told me to go back to eating out his wife while he untied my girlfriend. I heard him dragging something into the room, and then telling Francine to lay down and “present” herself. When Angela told me to turn around I saw Francine splayed across a yoga mat, holding her own legs apart and showing her vulva to the room. She looked, frankly, beautiful. And I was ready to finally get to fuck her, even if it meant waiting for the explicit go-ahead, as I now knew.

But Greg had something else in mind. He said that it was important that I understood how this house works. That he and his wife are our masters, and their needs, desires, and even simple whims come before us. That as horny as I might be, and as long as I had been waiting, I was not going to fuck Francine yet.

He was.

I was ordered to kneel and watch while he rubbed his cock up and down her vulva. He squeezed her ass where it had been caned and she winced, but soon after she was fully wet. It was clear that he really knew her body. And she must have known his as well. The reality of the situation I was signing up for really sank in as I watched him fuck her into the floor. Her tears we now dried into makeup stains down her cheeks, and she was smiling, enjoying it. She moaned and reached around to grab his ass and pull him in tighter.

While they enjoyed their intimate moment, Angela explained to me that probably for the rest of our relationship, she and Greg would be fucking Francine more that I would. I would have to earn explicit permission before each time I fucked my own partner. If we needed spontaneous intimacy as a couple, oral sex would be allowed a certain number of times per month, probably once or twice. But beyond that I would need to ask, specifically and explicitly, to fuck my girlfriend.

Their pace quickened. Greg ordered Francine to touch herself, and I could hear her approaching orgasm. Angela went on to explain that it was important, as a slave, that I always be ready to serve them sexually. That’s why they limited our sex, because after orgasm there follows a period when slaves tend to be less malleable. But if we were kept horny all the time we would follow any order. While they didn’t intend to be cruel about it, even masturbation by myself would require me to ask for specific permission from them. I decided to try my luck and ask if I could masturbate while I watched my girlfriend having sex at least.

“I suppose you might as well, but don’t you dare come. We have a long day planned for your introduction to slavery and we don’t want you to spoil it do we?” Shortly after I began touching myself, Francine announced that she was about to come. Greg took her hand away from her clit, grabbed her other hand and held them both together above her head.

“We aren’t ready for you to come yet today either.” Caressing her breast with his free hand, I could see that he was about to come, in my girlfriend, who I had been waiting nearly two months to fuck. He was laying claim to her, showing me that even if they have given us their blessing, she belonged to them first. As he finally came he shoved himself deep inside her, and I realized that even if I did get to finally have sex with her today, some of him would be in there too.

“That was a very good job slave, I’m proud of you.” They shared a lingering, passionate kiss, with his cock still buried inside my Francine.

When he was done he was magically still hard. He returned his attentions to his wife, and ordered me to get my girlfriend a seltzer and some food from the kitchen, then to lay down next to her to cuddle and comfort her after her caning and hard fucking.

In the kitchen I took a moment to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe what I had just experienced. It was degrading, and demoralizing. Who were these people to assert themselves as our owners? But on the other hand, how many people ever get the opportunity to experience such a rush of taboo emotions in a safe environment? I was beginning to see why Francine stayed in this arrangement. It was absolutely exhilarating!

“After everything you have seen, are you still interested in working towards being collared to us?” Angela asked me when I returned.

“Yes, ma’am, I am.”

“Good.” While I held the helpless puddle of girlfriend on the floor next to me, Angela came over and began stroking my dick. I had never snuggled my girlfriend immediately after she had been fucked by someone else before, and I had certainly never done so while another woman played with my painfully aroused cock.

“While our dear Francine recovers here, I’m just going to edge you a bit. We want to make sure you’re horny and pliable. Your caning is next.”