Louise always made such an effort with her appearance, and now she was a complete mess, any makeup was ruined, her body filthy and sticky, her head shaking as she started to sob quietly. Emma slapped her across the face.
“I told you to be quiet!”
I had sat silently, watching this unfold in front of me as Emma continued to abuse my wife. My cock felt like it was going to explode, and I wanted nothing more at that moment than to push Louise face down on the floor, and brutally fuck her, just as I had done the previous week when Emma had tied her to my bed. Emma, it seemed, had other plans.
“Com with me, you filthy bitch!”
She pulled on the lead, forcing Emma to her feet, and tugged her into the kitchen. I heard the door into the garage open, and then the sound of the hose that was kept in there. I sat on the sofas, listening to the sound of the water, and shrieks from Louise, and I imagined what was going on in there, Emma hosing down my filthy wife with the freezing cold water from the tap.
There was silence, and Emma returned, alone. She was breathing heavily, and her top was damp, revealing her bare breasts underneath, with their rock hard nipples, pushing at the wet cotton. Calmly she asked, “another drink?”
She freshened our gin and tonics and we continued to chat on the sofa, as if the previous 30 minutes had never happened. She kept the conversation deliberately bland, talking about her work and asking me about mine, as if we just two professionals chatting in a bar. Eventually she sighed, “I suppose we had better see how that bitch is doing.”
I followed her into the garage. Louise was curled up on the rubber mat in the cage, shivering. Emma had obviously hosed her down, and then pushed her in there without drying her off. The room was warm, so I knew that she wouldn’t be in any danger, but it must have been very uncomfortable for her lying there, her hands still tied behind her. Emma rapped on the cage with her crop.
“Come on bitch, let’s go!”
Louise struggled to her knees and shuffled out of the cage, where Emma clipped the lead back on and pulled her to her feet. We went back into the sitting room and resumed our positions. Emma handed the lead to me, and looked at her watch.
“You have 5 minutes.”
The intention was obvious. I slipped my trousers down, and pulled Louise’s head froward, into my lap. “Get sucking, bitch,” growled Emma. I started to free my cock from my boxer shorts with my other hand, but Emma stopped me.
“Let the bitch work for you.”
Louise rooted around with her nose in my groin, trying to free my cock from my boxer shorts. I decided to give her a hand, and raised my hips. Taking the hint, Louise grabbed at them with her teeth, and pulled, slipping them down my legs, freezing my cock which sprang free.
“1 minute already,” announced Emma.
Louise lowered her head, and took me in her mouth me, starting to bob up and down. I tried to make myself last as long as possible but knew that I would never make another 4 minutes. All too quickly I came, pumping a load of cum into Louise’s throat. I held the lead tight so that she could not pull away, forcing her head to stay on my cock as the spluttered, trying to swallow the cum pouring into her throat.
“My turn now!”
Emma grabbed the lead, pulling Louise between her legs. Her skirt was hitched up and I could see the small triangle of the thong she was wearing. Louise grabbed it with her teeth, and tried to pull it down Emma’s legs. Emma swatted with the crop, Louise flinching as the weal appeared on her buttocks.
“Gently bitch, I don’t want these ripped!”
I watched as my wife gently pulled the scrap of materiel down Emma’s legs, before reaching back to lap at her glistening pussy. Emma closed her eyes and laid back as Louise pleasured her, slowly stroking her head as was brought to orgasm. Emma came, gasping and holding Louise still, before gently pulling her up to hold her in her arms. She nodded at me and then at the cuffs still binding Louise’s arms. I reached down and undid them, allowing Louise to return Emma’s embrace, and moved off the sofa, allowing then to lie down on it together.
I suddenly felt out of place as the two women started to kiss and stroke each other. Emma was whispering gently in Louise’s ear now. She looked across at me and smiling, blew me a kiss and winked. She murmured, “see you tomorrow,” and taking the hint, I quietly left the room, going up stairs to the spare bedroom. Later on, I heard them come up stairs and go to bed. There was no wild sex tonight, the room quiet as they slept together in each others arms.
The following morning, I was surprised by Emma bring me a cup of tea. I think this was the first time she had ever brought me anything. She had obviously just got up, her short dressing gown tied around her as she perched on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve got a plan for the rest of the weekend. The Master and Mistress are holding a dinner party before – I think you have been to one of theirs before?”
My eyes shot open at this, did she know the couple, as well as what had happened when we had been there?
“Yes, I’ve known them for ages. Who do you think told me Louise? They knew that we would be a good match, and it’s certainly worked out well for all of us, hasn’t it? If you want to go, we can stay the night at their house.”
She looked at me expectantly.
“This will only work if you are happy to do it. Louise has already agreed, so it’s up to you. Both of us will understand if you don’t want to go ahead, but I know that Louise will be disappointed.” She paused. “I will be as well.”
“They are having a dinner party for then couples, who can each bring a slave. Accommodation will be provided for people who want to stay over night.” She paused, and I sensed that the crucial bit was coming.
“Slaves will be shared. That means that, whoever you bring will be available for anyone else to use. There will be limits of course, but broadly speaking, any of the guests can use the slaves in any way they want.”
“Louise will be our slave. You and I will be a couple, and we will be spending the night there.” She paused again, before continuing, “together.”
“That’s one reason why I came to you the other night. I wanted to sample the goods! Louise knows all about it and is quite happy.” She chuckled. “After all, it doesn’t seem fair that she gets both of us but you don’t.”
“We will be leaving this afternoon, and I will be getting Louise prepared this morning. You will need a formal suit for tonight, a dinner jacket if you have one, and then clothes to wear tomorrow. We will travel and arrive in causal clothes. Be ready at about 2.”
With that she left, and I didn’t see either of them for the rest of the morning. They were both in the bathroom when I went into our/their bedroom to get the clothes that I would need and a small case. I was waiting downstairs in the afternoon when I heard them coming down the stairs. Emma was casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with a short leather jacket over the top, and Louise was behind her in a long cape, buttoned at the collar. The cape covered her almost to the ground, and she kept her hands inside it, with the side folded tight together. I raised my eyes at her, but Emma silenced me with a shake of the head. She handed me her own case, and I carried them out to the car. Emma lead Louise out with Emma, holding her wife by the arm, and sitting her in the back seat, before joining me in the front. I already knew the way, and we drove out into the suburbs before we reached the familiar tall Victorian house. All the time we were travelling, Louise never said a word, and whenever I looked in the rear-view mirror, her head was lowered, her eyes staring at the floor.
Arriving outside the house, I got our two cases, and walked up the steep path, followed by Louise and Emma. We were obviously expected, the door opening as we got to it, to let us into the hallway. Waiting to greet us was Pet, the live in part-time slave of the Master and Mistress. Despite being the one who had awoken the dormant lesbian tendencies in Louise, and therefore been responsible for much of the change in our life style, I knew that my wife didn’t really like Pet, especially as we had sex together on serval occasions when I had been at the house.
As was usual with visitors to the house, Pet greeted me with a kiss full on the mouth, and I felt the flick of her tongue as she slipped it between my lips, rewarding me with a wide smile when she pulled away. She hugged Emma and greeted her in the same way, before turning to Louise, who was standing silently behind her. Pet waited expectantly, and then Emma reached up to the clasp at the neck of Louise’s clock, releasing so that the garment slipped to the floor. Louise was naked underneath, apart from a tight black thong, and spike heeled ankle boots, with her hands tied behind her back. The final adornment was a collar around her neck, which bore the writing, “Emma’s Bitch” and had a dog lead clipped to it. Pet walked round Louise, swatting her bottom lightly as she passed, before grabbing her head and kissing her full on the mouth as well. Releasing her head with a gasp, she turned to Emma and pointed at Louie’s feet. “Those will have to go, no shoes allowed for slaves I’m afraid.”
Dropping to her knees, Pet unbuckled Louise’s shoes, tossing them to the side, before getting to her feet again and grabbing the lead. She lead the way, pulling Louise behind her, as we went up the stairs and along a hallway, turning into one of the rooms.
“This is where you are staying tonight, so make yourselves at home. We are serving tea in the sitting room at about three if you would like to join us. See you later!”
Pet left us alone in the room. There was a large double bed, a dressing table and a couple of easy chairs with a separate en-suite wet room. It was just like an up-market hotel room, apart from the large dog cage in the corner. This was similar to the one win our garage, made of sturdy metal bars, with a rubber mat in the base. I noticed that it was also provided with several large dog training mats, which would soak up any moisture.
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