Isabel III - triple.trouble

Saturday, February 25, 2023. 12:18pm.

Isabel pulled her legs up on the couch in Master O’s living room. She had just cleaned the table after lunch and finished doing the dishes and was watching some TV in anticipation of the arrival of Master R and his two masochists. Master O was off to his studio down in the back yard to make the last preparations for an afternoon of fun.

She wasn’t actually paying attention to what was on the screen. In her head, she was going over the stuff they had just discussed during lunch. It was nothing new, just final confirmation of the stuff they had been talking about on Telegram over the last couple of weeks.

Master O had planted a seed in her brain weeks ago when he first got his hands on her and its call had lured Isabel back to Belgium. He had showered her with compliments and superlatives to entice her to return, because he would love another chance to work with a hot little body like hers.

He thought it worked, but in reality Isabel would have been back even without his flattery, for two simple reasons. One was recent and simple: she wanted to spite Master B and his unappreciative behavior towards all the work she did to please him. The other was more complex and had been simmering inside her since she took her plunge into the depraved world she had entered: she just wanted to explore the deeper and deeper depths.

Over lunch Master O had asked her a thousand questions about her knowledge of and experiences with the most filthy things. They were depraved, deviant and taboo things she had never even heard or thought about, but she didn’t even bat an eye. It was a combination of her curiosity and his charm and experience that made her feel safe enough to go along with him, even taunt him a little. It had turned her on tremendously when he had performed her requests for her video in January without any questions or objections. She now felt a slight need to give back to him.

He had figured out in the meantime that Isabel took an exceptional interest to be physically and verbally degraded and he made it clear that while he would enjoy inflicting more pain on her body, the main focus today would be on obedience, servitude and degradation. And when he told her point blank that he not only expected her to act the most masochistic of the three today, but that he also expected her to be the filthiest slut of them all, she had physically wet the chair she was sitting on with her dripping wet horny cunt.

A few minutes before the guests were supposed to arrive, Master O returned to the main house and instructed Isabel to be quiet and wait to be told what to do.

Moments later, it was exciting and quite intimidating when Master R and his two companions entered the house. Master O’s old friend was an imposing character. He was very tall and had a stern look on his old face. It wasn’t as friendly as Master O’s, Isabel thought. He had a small moustache and his jet black hair, which was probably dyed, was combed back over his head and styled with some kind of cream to keep it in place. He wore a long dark grey leather trench coat over black leather pants and army boots.

Behind him were a tall and pretty blonde girl in a long black faux fur overcoat and a serious-looking black haired olive-skinned guy who wore an oversized basketball sweater over black jeans and white sneakers.

The two masters greeted each other in French, but switched to Dutch at the request of Master O, who explained that his companion didn’t speak or understand French.

The two men were an odd pairing. Master R was tall, skinny and stern looking. Master O was also tall, but had developed a considerable abdomen over the years. Now in their early to mid-seventies, they had originally met when Olivier was a freshman and Richard a senior in high school in the 1960s. Their friendship was instant, over a lot of things, but especially over their love of race cars and their admiration of young, slim, beautiful blondes. They had a type then that they pursued until this day. And since they had both felt the repeated urge to replace their conquests with younger versions after a few years, they had never been married.

Their professional careers had been wildly different, with Master O spending most of his working life as a high school history teacher, while Master R started out as an assistant electronics sales manager in the mid-70’s before he made a career in real estate development in the Liège area, specializing in flipping all kinds of buildings into student housing. He never officially retired and still managed the company, which grew into a big enterprise.

Despite their different career paths, the two remained close and developed a friendly competition when it came to their sadistic sexual preferences. Decades ago, they were a well-known and infamous duo nicknamed Bruxelles Bitch Trainers in the scandalous Brussels nightclub La-La, where they performed increasingly disturbing sadomasochism live on stage into the early hours of the morning before they took their willing slave girls home to continue the severe torture privately for a little while longer. They had been extremely lucky in August of 1988, when a financial dispute with the owner of La-La caused them to take their fun to the competing and even more dubious club La Poule Sanglante. Master O quickly found willing girls that were to his liking, while Master R started dabbling in boys to play with as well. And while they explored and exploited the seedy atmosphere at ‘La Poule’, a police sting operation at Club La-La led to that club’s end and the arrest of seven of their former associates, as multiple girls were found performing on stage at La-La that were not yet at or over the age of eighteen.

They both decided to leave ‘La Poule’ as well and make their adventures private, even though without the s&m clubs, it had become increasingly hard to impossible at their age to attract and procure the girls they craved.

It was only through the omnipresence of social media in the last decade or so, that they were again able to continue what they had been doing decades earlier.

Introductions were made very quickly. Master R was easy to remember, although she had no use for the name; Master O had instructed Isabel clearly to never address his friend directly and only speak when spoken to. Isabel repeated the names of Lola and Hugo in her head to remember them. She felt a little exposed, being completely naked in the company of these strangers, who were all fully dressed. She was happy that Master O immediately proposed to go over to his studio and get ready for their afternoon of fun.