Menage a Trois Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Menage a Trois Pt. 01 by SadMasch,SadMasch
Sitting at her desk, frustrated, Kate Argent snapped a pencil in two. It had been a frustrating day, the end of a frustrating week, and the bickering she was involved in would ensure that she was heading for an equally frustrating weekend.

At the desk opposite her, Carrie Grant looked up and glared at her. There was tension in the air, and the row which had been simmering all week came one step closer to erupting. Which was totally out of character, because the two women were close friends, lovers, and business partners who owned and ran a thriving little employment agency for hotel and catering staff in the Midlands. They had been hard at work all week, finding and placing staff in hotels and restaurants which were gearing up for the summer holiday season, and late that Friday afternoon was the first time that both had been off their phones at the same time.

Physically, the two women, both on the cusp of their forties, were very different.

Kate was tall and slim, with dark curly hair flowing loose around her head, full lips, and dark brown eyes with long eyelashes which hid behind large, heavy-framed glasses. Regular sessions at the local fitness centre had endowed her with a flat abdomen, finely muscled limbs, and a delightfully tight rump. At work, she like to dress in a tailored trouser suit with a white shirt and polished low-heeled black pumps. She wore very little make-up, and her fingernails were short and neatly trimmed.

Carrie was a good four inches shorter, a neatly coiffed blonde with electric blue eyes, finely drawn lips, and a peaches-and-cream complexion. She was not overweight, but her skeleton was more generously fleshed than Kate’s, and she attended yoga and Taiichi classes to stay in shape. Her office wear was more feminine: she chose skirt-and-blouse combinations with a cashmere cardigan, and she wore stilettos to give her more height. She liked a touch of lipstick and eyeliner and indulged in a regular mani-pedi.

However, they were totally compatible: physically, mentally, professionally.

Their compatibility had come at a price. Both had grown up unhappy, Kate in a house with a drunk stepfather who beat her mother, Carrie in a hyper-religious home where the Church could do wrong, and where her complaints about being abused by a church warden were dismissed by her parents as wicked lies. They had survived their childhoods, and had discovered their sexuality at university, where they had also found each other.

The campus was predominantly male, and overtly heterosexual, and twenty years ago, their sexual preferences had been viewed with suspicion, if not open hostility. This served to strengthen their commitment to each other, and to look for ways to support female empowerment. They had both got jobs in hotel management after graduating, and had put up with male dominance and blatant sexual harassment for ten years before leaving to set up their employment agency.

Because most of the decision-makers in the industry were middle-aged males, they continued to struggle with the undertones of male chauvinism, but in their personal lives they avoided heterosexual males wherever possible. All their service providers — hairdresser, plumber, electrician, painter and decorator, builder — were women, and apart from a few gay men, their social circle consisted of women, nearly all of whom were single, divorced or in a lesbian relationship.

They were quite happy to share the heavy workload of running a demanding business in a volatile service industry, and to then go home and make passionate love after eating a freshly cooked meal and drinking a bottle of wine, but their pet hate was housework. Like husbands in the dark ages, they both wanted a tidy, well-organised home, but did not want to do the work to achieve that.

They had tried to get around the problem by employing a succession of au pairs, but it had not gone well. Some of the girls had been embarrassed about living in a house with two women who slept together, and one or two had tried to take advantage of what they perceived to be the women’s vulnerability. The activities of the latest au pair had come to crisis point the previous week.

“Fine. Okay. Granted, I may have gone a bit too far last week,” Kate burst out, continuing a quarrel which had lapsed while they dealt with a succession of phone calls. “But let’s face it, she had it coming. She has been a total waste of space ever since she got here, and…”

“A bit too far?” Carrie retorted. “Yanking the girl across your knee, pulling down her panties, and smacking her bare bottom with the back of a clothes brush, was a lot more than a bit too far. We’re lucky she didn’t go straight to the police. As it was, I had to pay her till the end of the month and put her in an uber to the airport on our account. And now we’re in a mess…”

“Well, she deserved it. And god did I enjoy doing it! There’s nothing like smacking a naughty bottom to get the juices flowing.”

“I know, and I enjoyed watching you do it. And I’d have joined in myself, but one of us had to be sensible. We could have got into a lot of trouble…”

“She’d been drinking our vodka for weeks and topping up the bottle with water. And she’s been using our body lotion and shampoo. And she never hoovered under the furniture. And she used to pinch money from the shopping. And…”

“Yes, yes, she was a bitch, but that doesn’t help, does it? The house is a mess, there’s no shopping done, she was supposed to do the laundry today, and now we’ll have to do it. And god knows where we’ll find another girl. They’re all so bloody useless…”

Kate held up a placatory hand. “I know my love, and I’ll do my share. We won’t go to Alli’s do tonight. It’s a pity that girl didn’t just accept the smacked bottom and buck her ideas up. We could both have helped her be a much better au pair and had some fun doing it!”

Carrie calmed down and laughed. “Yeah, bottom smacking as an educational technique for domestic science! Wouldn’t that be a laugh!”

They were calming themselves into a state of resignation, when a third voice piped up.

“I’d be happy to come and work for you.”

The interruption took both women by surprise. They had thought that they were alone in their office, but they weren’t. Their office accommodation was modest: a shop window opening onto the High Street, with a small waiting area in front. At the back, behind a few artistically arranged potted palms, Kate and Carrie each had a desk with a visitor’s chair between them. Seated at their desks, they could not see who was sitting in the waiting area on the other side of the palms, and they had quite forgotten the young man who had come in an hour earlier, to enquire about a position as a hotel domestic.

“Oh gosh, sorry,” Kate exclaimed, looking at his record on her computer screen, “Mr Oliver! How rude of us to be talking about our personal stuff in front of you. I’m afraid no one’s shown any interest in your CV today, but if you would give us a call on Monday?”

Tobias Oliver — to give him his full name — stood up reluctantly. He walked around the potted plants so that he was standing between the two ladies’ desks.

“I meant what I said, Miss Argent,” he said politely. “I’d be happy to come and work for you.”

“Oh, that’s very kind,” interrupted Carrie with a smile. She hit a couple of keys on her computer, and found the details that Kate was looking at. “You’ve got a good record working in hotels in the North and the Midlands, and I’m sure we’ll find you a position next week. I don’t think we could afford to pay you the sort of wages you earn there.”

“I wouldn’t want to be paid hotel rates,” Tobias Oliver protested earnestly.

Kate raised an elegant eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

“My keep, and the sort of smacked bottom you say you like to dish out,” Tobias Oliver blurted out.

The silence in the room was deafening. Sounds from the street — footsteps, the chatter of home-going shoppers and workers, traffic noise — seeped through the shop door.

“Are you taking the piss?” Kate demanded at last. “Just because you eavesdropped on our conversation?”

“Not at all, Miss Argent. Forgive me if I’m making a fool of myself, but I’ve always wanted to serve women like yourself, and I just couldn’t help make the offer. And I’m really serious about it.”

“If you think this is a way for you to get your leg over, you’re making a big mistake,” Carrie warned him. “We’d call the police in as soon as look at you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of that Miss Grant,” Tobias Oliver protested.

“Then what precisely are you dreaming about?” Kate demanded.

“Serving you in the way that you would like to be served,” Tobias Oliver replied promptly. “I would like nothing more than to work at making your lives as comfortable as possible.”

“In return for food and house room, if that’s what you mean by your keep?” Carrie enquired.

“Yes, Miss Grant. And regular punishment.”

Kate made a sound which, if she hadn’t been lady-like, might have been mistaken for a snort.

“You keep saying that. Are you sick in the head?” she asked.

“Perhaps, Miss Argent. If being a masochist and a submissive is a sickness of the head.”

“But masochism is a sexual deviation,” Carrie protested. “And we’ve made it clear we’re not interested in having sex with you. In fact, we’re not interested in men, full stop.”

“Masochism is a sexual deviation,” Tobias Oliver agreed. “But it doesn’t mean that I would presume to have sex with either of you. I want you to control me, and if you like you can keep me in a chastity device to make sure I pose no threat to you. I just want to devote myself to you.”

“What on earth has possessed you to make this offer?” Kate wanted to know. “I would hardly describe us as sex goddesses, would you?”

“I don’t want sex goddesses, Miss Kate. I think you are strong women who know what you want. I think you will not have any difficulty in taking charge of me, and I need to be in the charge of women like you. Overhearing your conversation, I got the feeling that we are compatible, and I would like to give it a go.”

“But how do you know that this is what you really want? Is this just a passing fad that you’ll ditch after a couple of weeks?”

“I’ve had a relationship like this before. And I would have been in it still, but the lady I was serving fell in love with a man, and there was no room for me in that relationship.”

“How long did that last? This relationship that you say you had?”

“Eighteen months. I’d signed an apprenticeship when I left school, and the company found me digs with a lady called Mrs Stepley, who was a divorcee in her thirties. We ended up in a relationship, if you could call it that, and she punished me regularly and made me do all the housework.”

“Did you have sex with her?”

“No, Miss Kate. Punishing me was the only physical contact she had with me.”

“Did she charge extra for doing that?” Carrie asked drily.

“Well, she did get my rent while I was an apprentice, but that’s where things went wrong. I was working so hard for her that I couldn’t do my work properly at the company, and they sacked me. Then she got together with a man who didn’t like me being in the house, so they kicked me out.”

“But what possessed you to get into a relationship like that in the first place?” Kate demanded.

Any conventional couple would have kicked the young man out of the office by now, but Carrie and Kate were far from conventional. They were open-minded and adventurous, and this young man — he was twenty-seven years old, according to the personnel record on their computer, and quite attractive to look at in a girly sort of way — was piquing their curiosity.

“I’ve always had a thing about this,” Tobias Oliver replied. “Right from when I was maybe five or six. It wasn’t because I was spanked a lot as a child, because I wasn’t. It’s just something that was in my head. It’s the way I’m built, I guess.”

“Right, I think this has gone on long enough,” said Carrie decisively. “I really should ask you to leave, and to take you off our books as a client, because what you are suggesting is most improper.”

She looked at Kate and raised an eyebrow.

“Or, we could interview you the way we would any applicant for a job. Tell us why we should take you as whatever it is you want to be, houseboy, slave, or whatever,” said Kate. “Give us your reasons for doing so, and the reasons why we should take you on. Then we’ll see how serious you are.”

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Tobias Oliver had been obsessed with spanking for as long as he could remember. He had often wondered how he came to be the way he was but could never find an explanation. He was never spanked as a child because his parents didn’t approve of corporal punishment. It had nothing to do with sex, and it was fully fledged well before puberty. He could remember as a six-year-old looking at the hands of ladies as they went about their business and picturing those hands taking down his shorts to give his bare bottom a good spanking. Throughout his boyhood he was fascinated by show-jumping competitions on television, not because of the dazzling displays of equestrian skill, but because of the lady riders and their dressage whips which he imagined them using on his backside. His parents sent him to schools where corporal punishment was banned, but that did not stop him from scouring historical accounts of slavery in Egypt, the Roman Empire and the American Deep South with their frustratingly skimpy descriptions of how the poor slaves were motivated by the lash. He embellished these reports with fantasies of rods and straps lashing the slaves across their buttocks. it was just a craving, like some people crave chocolate, or cigarettes or drugs. Reading about spanking, or imagining spanking scenes, just made him feel good, the way that taking drugs or booze might make one feel.

Things got real when he left home at eighteen and became an apprentice at an engineering company. He got digs with Mrs Stepley, who was in her thirties, and had become a widow after her husband, a soldier in the army, got killed somewhere overseas. He got his first laptop then and discovered the internet. All the stuff about spanking and slavery there blew his mind, and he was surfing whenever he could.

A few weeks after he started living there, he was in his room watching a video on his laptop with his headphones on, of a boy being caned. He didn’t hear Mrs Stepley knock, so she came in thinking the room was empty. She saw what was on his screen, said she was disgusted, and they had a discussion, which started with her telling him that he was a dirty boy whom she didn’t want under her roof, and ended with her offering to give him a good hiding to make him see what it was really like.

He had, as part of his apprenticeship training, a bendy ruler of the sort used for drawing curves. It was thirty inches long, the same rounded shape as a cane, and made of some sort of rubber or polymer. She pulled down his tracksuit pants and used that on his bottom. It hurt like blazes, because she didn’t pull her punches, and she didn’t stop until she felt he couldn’t take any more. It was the first time that it had happened to him, and somehow, it just felt right! He lay there and took it, without once asking her to stop, and after she’d finished, he got down on his knees and thanked her, and begged her to do it again any time she felt like it. That seemed to press her buttons, because she told him that if he had given her the right to whip him, then he was her slave, and had to do anything she told him to.

That was the start of the most intense eighteen months of his life. She was very strict and made him do all the jobs around the house. She liked using the bendy ruler on him, and the back of an old wooden clothes brush, and after a few months she got herself a proper school cane. If he did anything wrong, she always thrashed him, and after a while, because he had learnt what she liked and tried his best to do what she wanted, she would just pull down his pants, and if there weren’t any marks on his bottom, she would cane him because she said she liked seeing weals there.

He spent so much time serving her that he would bunk off work, and not do any studying, so his employers sacked him. She still kept him on, even though he couldn’t pay her any rent, but after about fifteen months, she started dating another soldier. At first, he was quite amused to see Tobias running about at her beck and call, and watch him get thrashed, but when she asked him to move in with her, he said that Tobias would have to go, and they kicked him out.

Since then, he had been working in hotels and restaurants, because doing domestic work seemed to be what he was born to do, but the work had been too impersonal. He wanted to get back to providing personal service to someone who would be as strict with him as Mrs Stepley had been, and provide him with adequate food and shelter so that he could devote his whole life to serving them. Such an arrangement would preclude him from going out to work, and in any case he didn’t want to be in a setup where he hade to pay someone to dominate him, because that would be phoney. He was quite willing to serve a couple, but his experience with Mrs Stepley’s lover had taught him to be wary of a situation where he could be kicked out again by a new partner who didn’t like the setup.

Eavesdropping on their conversation, he was struck by how strong, forceful and independent Ms Argent and Ms Grant were, and he realised that they were just what he needed. He had made his offer on an impulse, and he was desperate for them to accept it

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Tobias put all of this into the application the ladies made him write, and knelt patiently at the ladies’ feet while they read, and then re-read, his offering. There were butterflies in his stomach as he waited for them to burst out laughing and tell him to bugger off and not bother them again.

Finally, he heard Kate say, “It might work.” She looked down at Tobias. “I hope you realise that we’re not into men. We think they’re a complete waste of space. And if you do what you’re proposing, we might take it out on you, whenever things go wrong with a man or at the supermarket.”

“I’d be honoured to serve you that way as well,” Tobias said firmly.

Carrie, who was perched on a corner of Kate’s desk, made a decision.

“He needs to sign that paper, of course. And we’ll need to draw up an employment contract, forty hours at minimum wage, so that we can stamp his NI card, register him with the GP, and do a tax return for him each year. He’ll pay us board and lodging out of that minimum wage, and we’ll put anything that’s left into a savings account for him.”

Kate rubbed her partner’s thigh affectionately and laughed.

“Always the practical businesswoman, my love,” she chortled.

Carrie looked down at Tobias.

“Did you hear what I said? You’ll be an employee, and your paper will be the basis for your treatment. And we’ll get you to sign something similar every twelve months, so there is a record that you are asking to be treated like this.”

“Yes Miss Carrie,” Tobias said firmly.

Kate meanwhile was filling in a pro forma service contract on her computer. Because Tobias’s personal record was already on file, it only took a minute for the office printer to spew out the finished document.

“Right,” she said, after Tobias had signed the papers committing him to servitude. She decided to test whether the boy meant what he said. “Now let’s get down to business. We may as well have a good look at you before we take you home. Strip naked, now.”

Carrie smiled at that, and the ladies watched dispassionately as the young man, still on his knees, hastened to obey. As his bare body emerged from its cocoon of clothing, they nodded to each other. This could be fun.