I gasped when I saw the hotel room. It was the most beautiful place we had ever stayed.

With a massive four-post canopy bed, plush velvet furniture, and twinkling chandeliers.

The bathroom was equally massive, with a soaking tub separate from the shower.

All of the fixtures were gleaming gold.

Luxurious was how I'd describe it.

"'This will do nicely, boys,' I said." luxurious was how I'd describe it.

This will do nicely, boys, I said, walking out from the bathroom and facing Felix and Owen.

Why don't you two get dressed in the outfits I picked out for you and then join me on the bed?

Felix and Owen had been my boyfriends and sex slaves for the last year and a half. I met Felix first on Tinder. His pretty boy style and dimples caught my eye.

I thought I could absolutely destroy that man in the best way possible. Two weeks

later, I met Owen. He was completely different than Felix, with his dark, tosseled

hair and tattoos. He was the rebel with a secret submissive side. How delicious! I'm waiting! I called in a sing-song voice.

I was dressed in a short black dress that clung to my body and rode up my thighs as I sat on the edge of the bed.

Black heels, courtesy of Owen, dangled off my feet.

They came out from the bathroom at the same time, dressed in identical latex outfits.

They had on short, skin-tight underwear and chest harnesses

with straps criss-crossing over their pecks. I walked over to them, admiring the revealing

and somewhat embarrassing outfits. I stood behind them, dragging my long nails over their

bare skin, Owen shivered against my touch. My hands moved to the front of his underwear,

and squeezed his hard cock through the thin material.

I instructed them to wait for me on the bed in a face-down, ass-up position.

In the meantime, I poured myself a glass of wine from the mini-fridge

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