Secret Life of Mary Prince MM/F

[WyattW5]

Sitting in the back seat of her chauffeured suburban. Mary prince sits dressed in a strawberry pink satin blouse and skirt. Her nylon covered legs crossed at the knee supporting a tablet.

A small woman of a hundred thirty pounds. Her light brown hair was cut short just above the edge of her collar. Her flawless pale skin beamed in the passing sunlight of the car windows. The air of the car was growing stuffy she lowers the tablet and speaks.

“Arthur can you turn on the A/C”

In the driver seat sits her two most trusted employees. In the driver seat her bodyguard and chauffeur. Arthur Jacobson. A sturdy wide-shouldered man who gave the appearance of a big dumb brute. Raising his big hand he turned the Air conditioning on for Miss Prince.

Arthur is dressed in a black sports coat. A white silk fresh shirt below it and a black tie that was bound tight around his neck. His black slacks her clean pressed that extended to his oxford covered feet. Arthur's hair had been cut two-thirds of an inch and what was long enough Arthur had combed forward.

Beside Arthur sits her assistant. Charlie Potter an athletically built handsome redheaded young man his brown eyes behind his glasses. He was scanning his tablet looks up from the screen to glance at Arthur.

Charlie was dressed a little more flamboyantly the color of his sportcoat was a light grey. With a blue plaid tie. And light blue silk shirt. His cream-colored slacks hugged his legs tightly. And his brown slip-on loafers fit his little feet. Charlie’s ginger red hair was about two inches in length and he kept most of it brushed behind his ears.

“Turn into that drive-thru Arthur” obeying Arthur steadily turned into the drive-thru and Arthur listed off the black coffee for himself. A decaf tea for Charlie and one Caramel iced Macchiato with two shots of base syrup and a shot of chocolate for Mary Prince.

“Charlie can you send me the script for Herman Grants film please” the man nods scanning the emails before sending them to her. Mary Prince is one of the most successful actresses in cinema.

“Mary, there is a request for a private interview for business quota, about handling personal and professional success”

“You can reply for me Charlie thank them but I am too busy” Mary grins never taking her eyes off her tablet. Charlie rolls his eyes as he sets his tablet down accepting his tea and her Macchiato. Setting his drink in the spare cup holder he holds out the Macchiato for Mary she looked at it then looked back to her screen for another few seconds before taking it.

Shaking his head Charlie looks over to Arthur who remained stoic. Turning to the left they were near to their address.

“Five-minute warning Miss Prince” Arthur spoke evenly but firmly. Mary’s heart leaped to her throat she knew what was coming. A mixed feeling of giddy anticipation and tremble of fear began to razzle her nerves.


Charlie presses the button to open the electronic gate as the suburban pulls up to a half dozen photographers snapping pictures in a nearly blinding haze of bright light. Each of them shouting for Mary’s attention. Charlie shakes his head

“wouldn’t it be fun to roll the truck into them”

“Maybe” Arthurs reply short and basic. Driving through the gate Arthur's eyes struggled to adjust with the quick glares of light emerging from the camera’s flashers and the glare of the sun off their car windshield.

Parking the suburban Arthur turns to Charlie and the two men nod. Arthur strolls down around the trunk of the car standing between the gate and the backseat car door. Where Arthur took Mary’s hand assisting her out of the car.

Mary gave a nervous glimpse to the paparazzi before she walks for the house. Meanwhile, Charlie was opening the house door and allowed Mary to enter first. Arthur steps in immediately after. The adjustment of the sun and the darkness in the entryway made Arthur hold his eyes closed for a few seconds before he opens them in adjustment scan.

Mary had only walked as far as the kitchen. Her hands balled nervously at her sides and her face turned down. Looking to the floor. Arthur and Charlie wiping their shoes off on the rug step into the kitchen. Standing shoulder to shoulder Charlie spoke first.

“You have fifteen minutes to prepare yourself, eat and drink use the restroom to freshen up”

“In fifteen minutes we expect you to present yourself in the living room”

“Yes sirs” the words that came from her lips with a nervous nod she turns and scurries away from the kitchen. Charlie and Arthur look to each other and Charlie motions three fingers and Arthur nods.

“You pick her attire I will get the shades and lamps” Arthur spoke turning to the task at hand. Arthur began to walk through the house closing the shades and turning the lights to a low dim. In the last article, he took the universal remotes and turned the music to a smooth soft classical orchestra walking to the dining room. Arthur walks up to Charlie.

“I picked something the both of us can enjoy” the smaller man grinned looking back to Arthur who walked around his backside removing the sportscoat from Charlie's shoulders. Revealing the bright blue wrinkle-resistant silk shirt and royal blue tie draped down his front.

“Feeling a little tender are we Arthur” the large man did not answer simply placing two hands on Charlie's shoulders guiding him from the dining room table into the kitchen. Arthur gently guides Charlie to the counter. Then Arthur's big masculine hands begin to massage Charlie's little shoulders.

Charlie knew Arthur's size and strength he could easily break every bone in his body. The tenderness and gentle hold his lover held on his shoulders made Charlie grow hard below the lean slacks he wore.

“What are you thinking?” Arthur murmurs his deep voice a low baritone that gave Charlie goosebumps.

“I am thinking... how special you are” the large man breathed a little sigh before Charlie turned around to face Arthur. The little man steps to his tiptoes reaching Arthurs chin making the larger man bend down to apply a short playful little kiss on his lips.

“Never guess you’re a tease Arthur Jacobson” the larger man shrugs before looking down on his watch.

“Fifteen minutes are up” he pushes Charlie to lead the way. The two men walk from the kitchen around the dining room to the kitchen. To find Mary Prince on her knees her hands horizontally parallel behind her back. Her head raised but her eyes lowered and her lip trembling.

He was dressed in a lace black teddy cupping her bosom nicely exposing her chest pushed up. The black lace was transparent revealing the beautiful form of her abdomen and her belly. Her blond hair had been pinned up in a tight up-do. Most of her makeup had been cleaned off her eyes leaving only a trace of charcoal eye shadow.

“Very good slave... but do not think this excuses your two violations already” her little lip fell still. Closing her eyes she swallows nervously. Charlie approaches her first his hand feels the collar around her neck. Charlie runs his thumb around her chin and throat.

“Isn’t she just beautiful Arthur?” the large man only nodded before stepping forward placing a hand on her shoulder and her little shoulder trembled. Charlie produces a black leather leash from his pocket. Using the hook the man connected the leash to her collar.

“Arthur could you kindly blindfold the slave” removing his red tie from his neck he bound the fabric around her eyes tying it good and tight. He whispers to the slave “get back to your knees young lady” the woman whimpered before falling to her knees.

“Very good slave to start your punishment, we will take a little walk on your knees while Master Arthur will spank you” the two men look to each other and nod in agreement “and you must count each one understands” Arthur spoke his baritone had a dominating rumble in his throat.

Arthur opened his sports coat and produced a small leather belt from his waist. Wrapping the buckle and several lengths of the leather around his fist leaving a short length of ten inches extended ready to swat.

“keep your hands behind your back slave” Charlie spoke before giving Mary a tug from the leash. Mary let a little grunt as she inches herself forward. On the tip of her knees, she wiggles following the leash pulling taught around her neck.

Arthur had waited it was unfair to strike her first steps so Arthur waited until she was halfway out of the living room. Using the belt Arthur struck her right cheek. Mary gave a little squeal as the first slap of the leather.

“Count” Charlie speaks evenly looking back on her she gave a little nod with a gasp.

“One... sir”

Charlie and Arthur were satisfied with her count and they lead on watching her wiggle on her knees her shoulders taxed and wanting desperately to release her arms and put her palms out. But she remained upright but squirmed forward. Her knees were growing raw from wiggling on the harsh floor below her knees.

Counting to ten Arthur delivered another strike to her left bum cheek. The girl yelped and jumped with the effect. She whined and looked down whispering “two”

“Louder!” Arthur spoke slapping her right cheek again and she jumped on her knees hunkering forward she began to sob before saying through a wale.

“Three!” the tug of her leash drew her forward again. Counting to ten Arthur uses his belt on her backside and soon she did not react as much to the belt slaps as her bum was growing raw. The pain in her knees and body as she tried to wiggle in this upright position was increasingly painful.

“Yellow sirs yellow” Arthur looks to Charlie and who shared a look in his eyes before speaking.

“Alright Slave I want to you lay belly down on the floor and count to ten for a break then we will continue until we get to the toy room understand slave”

“Yes sir” Mary spoke through a breathy gasp lowering her arms she gave her shoulders a little roll before she lays onto her belly and turns her head to the left. Charlie looks to Arthur his intent on the girl.

“Alright, that is ten sit up slave” Arthur spoke and she rose. Charlie gave a nod and pulled her along again. Arthur counted to ten before starting her bum again.

“Four” inching them forward. Mary could feel the change from the living room carpet to the laminated floor below her knees. Crawling from the dining room to the kitchen each of Arthurs slaps with the belt grew steadily harder.


after a few minute's Charlie lead the parade to the top of the stairs leading to the basement. Hard and sharp cement steps Charlie could not make Mary climb these steps on her knees like she had the floor.

“Stand up slave” Arthurs voice echoed and Mary stood up shakily Arthur's hand found her elbow keeping her steady as she managed to get her knees to straighten before she drew a breath. Nodding her thanks Charlie continued to lead her down the stairs on her feet the steps were much faster.

Descending into the toy room. Charlie leads Mary to the center padding of the floor while Arthur turned the lights on. Bondage gear on each wall leather furniture inside the room. Charlie removes the leash and takes the blindfold from her eyes. Charlie stands back.

“Carry on Arthur” the man steps back watching as Arthur stepped forward taking a lock of her hair taking her chin in his massive hand Arthur looks into her eyes as she tried to look ahead.

“Tell us why you like this slave?” releasing her chin she looks down.

“I am a vain woman... a pathetic form of decadence I wish to be of service to those better than me” she spoke quietly Arthur gave a nearly imperceptible nod.

“Vanity” Charlie scoffed with a warm smile for Arthur who was looking around the different items on the wall turning to Mary Arthur speaks “Vanity should be punished shouldn’t it?”

‘Indeed it should” Charlie spoke looking down on Mary expecting her to whine or beg as she had done in the past.

“Charlie grabs the mask please” Arthur spoke walking around the opposite side of Mary. Charlie turns to look around the walls seeing the manakin heads with several masks on them. Arthur glared at Charlie and the man nodded.

A black spandex hood. Charlie hands the hood to Arthur who took the hood and set it over the woman’s head. Pulling the hood over her head and pull it down to her face tugging the end of it to her neck. Breathing steadily she simply sat. waiting for Master Arthur to proceed.

Grabbing a length of soft silk fabric rope holding her hands together in front she looks up to Arthur when their eyes met Arthur slaps her face not hard enough to cause damage or even a bruise it was a tap to alert her to his presence.

Taking her hands he began to wind the rope around her wrists binding them together. Wrapping them around three or four times before he formed the knot on the inside of the rope underneath her wrists. Standing back he gave her a nod of approval.

“I think she is ready” Arthur spoke looking to Charlie who gave a little shrug stepping forward. He walks to a shelf and says.

“Two things missing in my eye”

Mary’s eyebrows rose below the spandex as she looked down as Charlie approaches a black ballgag with breathing holes. Charlie buckled the gag behind her head. She mustered a tiny groan.

The last article Charlie produced was a long spreader bar. Charlie then took two lengths of silk shoelace style ropes and bound them to her ankles encircling the skin above her joints like serpent Charlie grins as he connects the bar between her legs.

“Uph ophf” she struggled to keep her footing. Standing before her two masters Mary felt a prickle of fear. Testing her bonds as limited as she could she kept her gaze down as the two men look her over.

“Alright slave. You want to serve us” Mary gave a nod looking to Arthur than to Charlie as the smaller of the men stood beside her placing a hand on her bum giving it a slap the man whispers.

“Undress me... with your bound hands” Mary gave a little nod and set to the task. Using her hands she began to unbuckle Charlie's pants and the younger man burst to laugh.

“Isn’t it funny she goes for the easiest thing to take off. Come on start at the top work your way down” Charlie commanded and Mary gave an obedient nod rising to her tiptoes to unravel the silk tie from his neck she then began to unbutton the shirt. With some of Charlie's help managed to get his top off. Smiling Charlie pulls his pants back up before turning to Arthur.

“now undress Arthur just his top keep his pants on for a while” Charlie smiles sardonically. Mary blushes as she walks to Arthur's side. He was the largest between the two men and Mary found him more attractive than Charlie. The quiet confidence in which Arthur held himself reminded her of a mountain it is big and usually quiet and it will take a mighty force to try and move it.

Rising to her tiptoes she tried to pull off his sports coat. After it fell to the floor she commenced to try and undress him she could not reach the top two buttons of his charcoal grey shirt. Even on tiptoes. Shrugging the shirt from his body Charlie and Mary took a moment to gaze at Arthur's broad torso wide shoulders.

Charlie steps forward around Mary and wraps himself around Arthur's middle. The large man leans down and kisses Charlie's hairline. Charlie bent a kiss to Arthurs nipple making the big man give a little giggle.

“We have a captive audience Arthur... what should we do with it” he smiles looking to Arthur who wraps his big arm around Charlie’s shoulders.

“I know what I would like to use her for” Arthur murmurs and Charlie grins the big man releases his lover before stepping over to one of the leather chairs in the corner of the room. Sitting down Arthur relaxes and extends his leg. Charlie recognizes this sign. And watches as Mary goes to work. Crouching at his feet Mary began to untie his shoelaces. And set the oxfords on the side.

Now Mary commenced rubbing Arthur's feet. The thin black socks he wore were soaked and warm it was evident he had been on his feet most of the day. And the stench of the sweat was almost repulsive. But Mary would not refuse this is what she wanted.

After her rise to stardom. Mary Prince had an emotional breakdown. A panic attack one could call it. She felt so lucky so fortunate that she had found stardom when millions never did. Trying to use her success for other's sake it provided some release but not enough.

Reading the script for the role of a sub in a BDSM relationship. The cheesiest movie she admits to making. She had the chance to speak with real-life submissive men and women who get satisfaction out of serving someone else.

Conversing with these people they all spoke of how hard it was to find someone they could trust someone who they knew would keep them safe and keep their needs in mind as well as whatever kinky games their masters could conceive. When Mary heard of that she had one person in mind.

Arthur Jacobson. Her bodyguard the man had traveled with her to each continent and always was between her and potential harm. His military career had given him a good experience for the kind of work he did.

When she learned that Arthur was going steady with her assistant Charlie. She nearly fell on the floor laughing. Initially, both of them were concerned about how this would work. But under the solemn promise that Charlie would be included and that they would keep the relationship (non-sexual) they could work.

As time grew they tested their boundaries. Mary had become accustomed to two masters overseeing her decisions in the home. And Charlie was okay with the intimacies they shared.

Arthur... well Arthur was a born poker player one could never really know what he is thinking. Only guess what he is going to say. When he spoke.


Charlie sat on the arm of the chair watching as Mary massaged the pads of Arthur's massive feet. And her gagged lips came to kiss his toes lovingly. Charlie felt a large hand place a gentle tap on the man's lower back. Charlie looks back on Arthur and leans down to press a hungry kiss over the man's lips.

Mary stole a look at the passionate kissing the two men gave each other and she was enraptured. The way Charlie fit so perfectly at Arthur's side and how the large man who was usually taciturn and quiet opened himself to his little lover.

“Charles” Arthur spoke through a growl and Mary knew she had been caught she went straight back to massaging Arthur's feet.

“So it seems we have a little pervert here, a little girl who likes watching as two men are making love... what should we do to this little Perv Arthur?” Charlie asks with a sardonic laugh in his voice. Arthur gave a little growl before nodding and the man lowered his foot from Mary’s grasp Arthur stood and grabbed Mary’s collar.

“Pleph nuphf” speaking into her gag as Arthur pulls her into a corner to stand. Charlie comes forward with two lengths of rope. Handing one to Arthur the large man loops the rope into a hook in the ceiling tying it good and tight. Lowering the rope down to around Mary’s head first using the rope he wound it around Mary’s neck not tight enough to suffocate but taut enough to make it uncomfortable. Then he would the rope around the top of her hood then looping it around the bottom of her chin. Tying the knot at the back of her neck.

Whining as she tried to move her head up and down she couldn’t try to raise her hands Charlie took the ropes binding her hands in his right hand while his left slaps her ass.

While Arthur had bound her head. Charlie had been hunkered down tying a rope around the center of her spreader bar. When she had tried to raise her hands Charlie was trying to connect the rope from to her wrists looping it around the center of her wrists Charlie brought the rope tight enough to make Mary’s feet rise off the ground for a second before releasing the pressure. Charlie cinched the knot halfway down the rope.

Stepping back the two men admire their rope work before Arthur whispers to Charlie who nods. Picking up the shirts and sports coat from the floor. The two men stood in the center of the room watching as their slave was testing her bonds. Satisfied she would not get out. Arthur and Charlie began.

Charlie slowly began to unbuckle Arthur's belt and unbutton the top of his trousers. Slowly letting the pants slide down Arthurs waist and legs raising his feet to allow the pants to come off all together Charlie examines the tight briefs around his groin the bulge was large and ready for the next step.

Charlie unbuckled his pants sliding his shoes and pants off. Charlie looks down at Arthur's manhood and falls to his knees. For a while, Charlie simply worshipped the outlined frame of Arthurs cock. His lips brushed and nuzzled the cotton of his underwear. The thick aroma from Arthur's manhood had Charlie silently begging.

Reaching for the folds of the briefs Charlie looks to Arthur for permission who gave a nod before looking up. Seeing Mary in the corner. The girl wiggled and shifted restlessly. Then he felt Charlie’s hand encircle around Arthur's cock. Arthur stood ramrod straight as Charlie strokes slow and rigidly at first another hand began to massage Arthurs balls and Arthur clenched his knuckles tight as he looks forward.

Mary was standing in the corner and her eyes were down but she did peek up now and then watching them fascination in her gaze. Arthur smiled as he felt the hand around his cock stop then. Looking down Arthur gasps softly as he felt Charlie’s breath caress his cock before his soft lips and warm moist tongue against his cock.

Charlie was in heaven. Having his lover's cock in his mouth. Nursing off of Arthurs manhood Charlie loved the sensation. Having their boss watching them made it all the more... risque. Running his mouth down to the base of the shaft Charlie began to choke a little. Pulling back Charlie removes the cock from his mouth before he commenced to kiss the head.

“I love... the taste... of you” he spoke through kisses and licks. The tip of his shaft Arthur placed a hand around his lover's hair feeling the softness of his hair Arthur grins before saying.

“Anyone ever told you, you look good on your knees” Charlie grinned before wrapping his lips around the head of Arthurs cock once again. Only this time Arthur's hand helped him push deeper back. Until Charlie's chin touched Arthurs balls.

“Arphur plephf” pulling back Arthur looks to Charlie's concern plain on his face Charlie just shook his head “I can’t take you like that...my throat doesn’t open like that” he chuckled before going below Arthurs cock to tend his balls.


Meanwhile, Mary watches her masters enjoying each other. Master Arthurs frame robust and handsome. Became rigid as Master Charlie’s mouth nursed on his cock. Mary was still impressed with Arthur's manhood. She had touched it and suckled it. Master Charlie himself he is one most would call beautiful. His thick hair those brown eyes his athletic build. Mary had often enjoyed the look of disappointment from women when he had to confess he was gay.

Adjusting herself she tried to raise her arms but her feet began to shuffle and rise. Leaving only her neck to support her weight. Beginning to gag and choke her eyes wide. Unable to think or see Mary commenced to yak into the gag before she felt two hands clap powerfully around her waist. Being raised Mary found herself looking into Arthurs eyes as he steadily lowered her to the floor.

“Are you alright slave?” Charlie asks and Mary nodded slowly her eyes looking down her arms and legs still bound together. She could barely move her feet and her hands she tried to wiggle from left to right.

Mary felt the rope being unwound from her head taking her chin in his hand Charlie looks down on her.

“It took a scare, likely should wait for a while before we use her” Charlie stands up walks back to Arthur who nodded. Taking the rope he wound it around the D loop of her collar cinching it tight. Before taking the rope he bound it to an eye hole in the wall binding the knot and cinching it tight. Standing back he looks over her frame and nods.

“This is not a punishment slave, just a reminder that we may leave you however we want” Mary gave a firm nod before lowering her head. Mary heard her two Masters pick up their clothing and leave the toy room. Turning the light off.

In the darkness, Mary Prince sat quiet and alone. She knelt in the corner of the toy room as her masters had done often to punish her. Bending her head down Mary used her forearm to scratch an itch on her brow.

The physical torment and strife she encounters as their submissive plaything. Was nicer than the torments and stresses she would face daily as she had lived before. One thing they agreed upon was when she was outside of the house she was given all power. She could do whatever she wished. She often used this power with joy.

Once in the house, she was given a few moments for herself. Fifteen minutes upon the first arrival to clean herself up to perform her ablutions. And ready herself for whatever her Masters had set for her. Her masters would provide what she needed while she was their toy. They would provide entertainment, necessary bathroom breaks, and food.

She feared how long she would be kept in the dark like this.