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What is the physical manifestation of anger? A broken vase on the floor next to a brand new front door? Perhaps…it’s missing calls on purpose and ignoring each other when one is talking. It could even be the three of them—arguing over a game that you bought last week, for yourself to enjoy. Yet they come over whenever they feel like it, eat your food, and play this game you hadn’t even the chance to look at, let alone play.
You stood there, back hunched over and hip digging into the marble countertop behind you with an apple pressed to your lips. Its rosy complexion mirrored your inner turmoil and frustration as the volume rose not only on the television but with their voices as well. One bite into the smooth skin and a saccharine explosion moistened your palate. If only this apple were magical and enough to silence the chaos. You pushed off the counter with the heel of your foot and walked into the hallway with a clear view of the living room and your three neighbors bickering amongst themselves and shaking their hands at the television. Not so much as a head turned in your direction when you attempted to shout one of their names over the noise. The only thing you could commend them on is keeping their mess of food packaging on the coffee table and not letting it spill onto your brand new rug.
When Hoseok suggested you move into this two-story dream of a loft, you’d had the expectations that privacy and courtesy came with it. Jungkook along with Hoseok and Jimin had helped you move in just 2 weeks ago. You were still buying furniture and decor to spruce things up and really make it your own. One thing you regret saying in that time frame is that the guys could come over whenever they felt like it. That your place was open if they needed it. They could help themselves to food as long as they cleaned up after themselves. That's not what was happening here.
You tapped your toes on the hardwood floors with one hand on your hip and the other holding the apple, chewing your last bite as you watched them reach for the last soda on the coffee table. Something has to give. A light bulb goes off in your mind and the cogs start turning as your reverse course to your bedroom up the steps. A partition separates the view of your bedroom from the floor below, allowing you some decency as you strip from your sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt that Hoseok let you borrow the other night.
"They are far too comfortable in my home..." You gritted your teeth as you slipped on a silk thong with lace trimmings--perfectly balanced on curvy hips. An example has to be made...but who do you choose when there's a three-course meal sitting right on your couch? Their laughter echoes to the ceiling and you roll your eyes. Opening your closet, you pull out a form-fitting, black bodice and skirt to match. Hoseok has only seen you slip one other time into this realm of your life. Purely accidental because you had a guest. You remember the comment he made before high-tailing it out of your flat:
"We should play sometime..."
Now seemed like the perfect time to bring her out to play and flip the script on your current situation. To test how far he was willing to go and if Jimin or Jungkook could be enticed by your persona to fall into the dark side. To become pretty little toys that succumbed to the pleasures you were willing to give--as long as they were good boys. Your thigh-boots lay draped over the back of your bed, begging to be worn once more. Moments later, you stood in front of your floor-length mirror, dressed head to toe in what you liked to call Ekaterina.
She was the perfect blend of you and a much bolder manifestation of yourself. Letting go of your reservations and letting her confidence seep through to your consciousness was always liberating. You smiled with ruby red lips. "There she is..."
Pointed heels clacked down the steps in slow succession. A lioness lurking in the shadows on the hunt for her prey. You round the bottom of the steps, straighten your shoulders and toss your hair back. You were a sight to behold, waltzing into the living room, commanding the attention of the three men on your couch. Jimin in all his bravado from before was stunned into silence. Eyes like Bambi as he gazed up at you. Hoseok's lips pursed as he lowered his shades. You didn't miss the heated trail those eyes made from your lips down to mid-thigh. Jungkook was still smug as ever--head cocked to the side with that shiny eyebrow piercing you've come to adore. His eyebrow rose in silent challenge to the offer you are insinuating.
"Now that I have your undivided attention--it's rude to not leave a seat open when a lady is present." You emphasized with a nod of your head to the center of the couch where it just so happens that Hoseok is occupied. He swallowed thickly, a slight gurgling sound emanating from his throat. He swiftly shoved Jimin to the far end of the couch so that he could move and you replace him in the spot.
Smiling sweetly, you walk around the coffee table with a mountain of trash threatening to topple over and take a seat, arms stretched out along the back of the couch. Jungkook rocks his leg nervously to your left while Hoseok and Jimin wait with bated breath for you to say something. Anything to appease the nervous energy.
"If you consent to play, there are three rules you must follow:
Respect for my space is absolute.
You must explicitly state what makes you uncomfortable.
Permission must be granted."
You would go into the finer details of what is expected if they wanted to continue to play, at a later time. You paused, trailing a hand along the skirt to press any wrinkles out while you waited for the first to cave. Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook shared knowing looks. You hoped that whatever fantasy they were playing in their minds when they saw you, was at the very least realistic and informative.
"I consent," Hoseok states firmly.
"I agree--" Jimin and Jungkook echo simultaneously, giggling at each other from across the couch. You hold up a hand and the room falls silent again, save for the booming television.
"If you're going to be in my home, you need to treat it with respect. Which means that you cannot leave your trash lying around. Trash belongs in the garbage bin in the kitchen. The reprimand for not putting your trash away are spankings and the number depends on the severity of the situation." You paused to see if they were still following. Jungkook's eyes, a milky way basin of curiosity, followed the movement of your lips but you weren't sure if he truly heard you.
"You each get as many as I see fit for this pile. Put it in the garbage and then come to kneel." You pointed at the spot directly in front of the coffee table. Jungkook enthusiastically leaped from the couch and collected his trash to make a mad dash to the kitchen while Jimin and Hoseok moved quietly. They all thudded to the floor in front of you minutes later.
"When we play, you may only address me as Mistress. Nothing else." You commanded, lifting your chin slightly.
"Yes, Mistress." They chimed in.
"Let it be known, this is only a trial run, to see if you are worthy good boys. To see if we are a good fit." You warned, standing from your relaxed position on the couch. They kept their eyes lowered as you approached, dragging a crimson painted fingernail along the napes of their necks. A thrill spilled deep within the fibers of your being as goosebumps rose along their skin.
"Hoseok. We'll start with you."
Choosing Hoseok was probably your best choice to set an example and see if the other two would back out. You were certain that it would be at least eye-opening for them when you brought out the bench from your downstairs closet. Whispers of 'Why the hell does she keep that down here?' were your favorite kind of question to hear. It only spurred your inner goddess on even further. Hoseok, being the ever cheerful ray of sunshine that he was, dutifully stripped down to nothing with a smile on his face. It's like he was waiting for this moment--waiting for you to let go and to let him in. It was the kind of attention he'd been craving for years and finding out about your nightlife only accentuated that need.
He laid belly down along the bench as you cuffed his wrists and ankles to the chains attached to the legs of it There was no need to ask if he was comfortable--not with the way he shook his ass, inviting you...enticing you to carry on. Your nails raked along the silky plains of his skin, feeling each vertebra in his spine beforehand met the plush flesh of his right ass cheek. A solid swat of your hand had him jolting forward, pulling against the restraints. You continued to brush small circles along his reddening skin, eyelids hooded as you peered over to where Jimin and Jungkook were kneeling with their hands firmly pressed together in their laps.
"You know why you're here, right?" You asked rhetorically.
"Yes, Mistress." Hoseok nearly chuckled, but a warning slap in the same spot on the right cheek had him thinking better of it.
"You fucked up. Thinking that you could bring our friends over and disturb the peace in my home." A slap to the top of the cheek had him bucking forward once more.
"But--" Another well-placed slap to the left and Hoseok dropped his head against the bench, breathing labored.
"I allowed you to come into my home with the expectation that you would treat it with the same respect you would, your mother's home. She didn't raise a slob, did she?" Your left curled through his silver locks and lifted his face off the bench. "Well? Did she?"
"No--Mistress." Hoseok groaned as you slapped his left cheek rapidly thrice. You pressed his face back into the bench and stood straight once more, admiring the rouge glow of his ass.
"I didn't think so. You brought this upon yourself." Both hands alternated in varying strength against his skin. You contemplated the idea of gagging him when the first sob broke from drooling lips.
"You will pick up after yourself, moving forward. Clean your dishes and throw away your trash." You emphasized each word with a slap. Another sob escaped, but Hoseok bit down on his cheek. He didn't want to give in just yet.
"Yes, Mistress." He choked, feeling a slap get particularly close to his taint. Jungkook growled softly, pressing his palm harder against his crotch.
"Don't think I have forgotten you, little pup." You glanced over at the younger of the three.
Jimin was perfectly still, too quiet as he watched Hoseok slowly lose the smug disposition he had while you had been upstairs changing. Hoseok knew from the beginning exactly what he was doing. He spoke of catching you during a session and Jimin was all too intrigued by it. He made the mistake of asking Hoseok what your trigger was. He cited himself all too confidently, knowing your pension for revenge when someone pissed you off enough. Seeing you in all your glory with a fitted bodice and a pair of heels that Jimin absolutely wanted you to step on him with, he knew that there was no question about it. He was never turning back, and neither was the love-sick pup squirming next to him...