It had been a week since Clove had agreed to be the boys submissive. They had never been more happy. Clove had stopped cutting and her night mares went away. Ty and Four both felt a sense of trust that they hadn't felt in years, and Jax was happy. He finally felt as if his depression was lifting and it was like a giant weight lifting from his shoulders.

They had taught her simple things, as well as giving her a list of rules.

Rules

-Do not disobey sir, master, or daddy

-You are to call Jax sir, Four master, and Tyson daddy. Both in public and in private unless told otherwise.

-No drinking or smoking

-Use words do not disrespect

-After care is a requirement we want to take care of you after a scene or playtime.

-Do not cum without permission

-Do not touch yourself or us without permission.

-Do not complain during punishment

Those were the rules for the moment because the boys didn't want to push her too hard too fast. They also needed to go over a check list with her for things they could and could not do. She ended up agreeing to almost anything. But a hard limit was being hung from the ceiling, or tied down completely and fully.

After the boys went over the lists it was around 12 am and Clove yawned before passing out on the couch they were all sitting in. Four got up from his spot and walked over to her picking her up bridal style before carrying her to her room. As he undressed her he still observed all the scars across her body. It pissed him off but she was safe now. Jax and Tyson followed them up to the room as Tyson sat in the desk seat across from her bed and Jax and Four climbed under the sheets with her. Jax slowly kissed her neck as they finished undressing her until she was just in her bra and thong. Four pulled her body into his as Jax made his way across her throat and chest licking and kissing and light moans arose from her as her eyes were still closed. This went ok for several more minutes before he eventually stopped as she went to sleep. Holding her tight Four and Jax slept soundly as Tyson sat in the corner. Watching as waiting for the right time to push his plan into motion.