Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Charlotte
My Master was right. Michael makes a lot of sense. As we make our way along the hall to the basement door, I’m growing warm
inside, and Pussy is purring.
Michael accompanies Beth, helping her along. My Master and Richard march, side by side.
Descending the steps to the basement, I help the waddling Beth, Michael supporting her from the other side. In the passage
below, Beth lays her hand on my arm. “Charlotte, I wanted to ask...”
... Her voice is low and she casts furtive glances toward Richard. “Because I’m... well... so huge...” She passes a hand over her
vast belly... “I can barely move. Richard and I... we haven’t... um...”
... Richard stands by the door to my Master’s playroom, holding it wide for us, mouth twitching as his wife speaks...
“... I wanted to ask, could you... er... look after Richard for me, until I’m a bit more able to do it myself.”
“Course I can...” All male eyes are turned on me and Beth. “... That would be alright wouldn’t it, Master?”
He moves to stand over me, then stoops and kisses my mouth. “If Beth hadn’t asked first, I would have suggested it myself.”
Then he kisses Beth on the forehead, brushes fingers over her cheeks. “Of course it’s alright, Beth.”
Richard joins him, bending to brush lips over my brow. “Thank you, Charlotte.”
*****
The fire is roaring, flames blazing up the chimney as Michael piles on more logs, but it’s clearly been burning for some hours.
The bed of ash is deep, glowing gold and radiating hot, banishing any ’cellar-feel’ in the air. And a settee sits by the hearth that’s
not been there before.
Michael steers Beth to the couch, one hand in the small of her back, the other cupping her elbow. He pulls a blanket around her
shoulders. “Sit yourself down. Get comfortable.” Then he lays another blanket over her lap.
It’s months now since we last used my Master’s playroom. Between my pregnancy and then my illness, it wasn’t a possibility. But
now, as I watch Michael move around the room with a taper, lighting candles, I warm inside. My panties are damp, and clitty is
throbbing.

To one side, my Master stands with Richard, the pair talking quietly, both casting occasional glances to me and Beth.
Michael positions himself beside Beth, one arm wrapped around her, the hand resting on her belly. With the other hand, he
reaches down under the blanket, the fleecy top moving a little with him. Beth is growing pink. She quivers suddenly and her
breath judders. Michael smiles, kisses her cheek and then his arm moves more obviously, a rhythmic stroking under the warm
cover.
My Master’s voice snaps out, “Charlotte, turn to face Richard. Remove your clothes. Let him see what his wife has gifted to him.”
I swallow hard, Richard’s eyes following me as I move closer. Standing before him, breathing in the scent of his cologne, I lower
my eyes.
He sets a fingertip on the hollow of my neck, tracing a line down between my breasts, then hooking the finger between the
buttons of my blouse. “Take it off, Charlotte. I’d like to see what you’re wearing underneath.”
I prepared for this. And I’m wearing the corset my Master chose for me.
And it is the first time in months that we’ve done this...
Richard... Michael... My Master...
My Masters and my Golden Lover...
The three of them...
I won’t be able to sit down tomorrow...
Walking might be difficult too...
...
Who cares?
It wasn’t easy. My stomach hasn’t yet flattened all the way, but Beth helped, tightening the laces as far as was sensible. So once
more, I have something that passes for a waistline...
After this...

... exercise...
... and back to my old shape...
But for now, I unbutton my blouse, slowly, one button at a time, letting Richard’s gaze settle onto my upraised breasts, contained
in green lace.
I chose a wrap-around skirt. It is plain, demure. But a pair of buttons hold it in place, no more, and I turn side-on, offering them to
Richard. As he slips open first one, then the other, the silky material drops to the floor. My Master picks it up, folding it neatly and
setting it to one side.
And now they can see me: the corset my Master chose for me, in a shade of jewelled emerald, edged in a deeper jade. Cinched
in at the waist, splaying at my hips, the boning sculpts my breasts upwards into domes.
The stockings are black, but I chose hold-ups rather than suspenders or garters so that, depending on the choices of my
Masters, they could remove the rest of my clothes if they wished, while keeping the stockings in place.
As he sees how I am dressed, Richard’s mouth curves. He clicks his tongue. “Very good, Charlotte. You’re taking this seriously.”
Then, casting a glance over his shoulder... “Turn around a little. Let your husband see how you have dressed for us.”
My Master moves to stand side-by-side with him, his dark eyes measuring me.
“You like it, Master?”
He doesn’t reply, but his eyes fold at the corners.
My beautiful Master...
His hair silvered... Lean-faced...
The contours of his chin and cheekbones sculpted by the candlelight...
His eyes are dark as a moonless night...
But I know that stars shine there...

Michael’s arm is still moving under Beth’s blanket. He smiles as I display myself: smiles more as Beth leans forward, angling for
a better look.
Beth murmurs something to him. He calls across. “Charlotte, take your tits out of that corset. Beth wants Richard to be able to
play with them.”
Richard’s eyes crinkle and my Master sucks in his cheeks at the words, but obediently I lift first one breast, then the other, free of
the cups, to sit perched atop the boning. Still larger than usual, they tremble with my heartbeat, rise and fall with my breathing.
The nipples pucker.
Richard strokes over the mound of my left breast, then palms it, squeezing a little, before pinching at the nipple, plucking it
harder. From between my thighs, warmth trickles...
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