Menage a Trois Pt. 04

Literotic asexstories – Menage a Trois Pt. 04 by SadMasch,SadMasch
Throughout that first week, Carrie and Kate lived in a state of bemused bliss. Every morning, a mug of tea with milk but no sugar was delivered to each bedside table at their prescribed time of seven during the week, and eight at weekends. They rose, washed and dressed with an almost extravagant lack of consideration, leaving their bed unmade, splashing water and other liquids across the bathroom, dropping soiled clothes on the floor, rummaging carelessly through wardrobes and drawers to find the clothes they wanted to wear, and leaving toiletries and makeup scattered across the dressing table.

Breakfast was waiting for them on the kitchen table when they came down, with fresh coffee burbling in the percolator and fresh orange juice in a jug next to sparkling glasses, plates and cutlery. Skivvy was in attendance, eager to anticipate the wishes of both ladies and fetch and carry on demand. While eating, they gave their Skivvy his instructions for the day: what clothing needed to be washed or taken to the dry cleaners, what grocery shopping was required, which additional chore in the house and garden needed to be attended to: window cleaning, lawn mowing, and garage tidying were on the agenda for that first week. They then happily left for work with unwashed breakfast things littering the table.

In the evening, they returned to find the house and garden immaculate, laundry ironed and put away, groceries for the evening meal in the cupboards with all necessary peeling and chopping already done, and slippers for their feet ready by the door. Their Skivvy was always in attendance: ready with a foot rub when required; waiting on them at the kitchen table while they ate; cleaning and washing up after they had finished; kneeling patiently in the living room while they eased away the tensions of the day with a drink or two which he had prepared and served to them; and going to bed with their magazines and newspapers scattered across the floor, the television blaring away in the background, the lights blazing, confident that their Skivvy would put everything right before he himself slunk off to his little cell for the night.

They enjoyed performing their part of the bargain they had struck with him, and every evening, before they went in to eat, they would get him to shut the living room windows and draw the curtains. Kate would unclip the buttons on Skivvy’s dungarees and help the garment drop to his ankles. Their Skivvy would then be naked from the bottom of his grey sweatshirt to the socks around his ankles, his bare backside at their mercy.

She would then position Skivvy over a convenient footstool, knees on one side, belly on the stool, elbows and nose on the other. Placing an elegant bare foot on the small of his back to keep him in position, she would go to work. She liked using the martinet but was also happy on occasion to select one of the two canes, or her dressage whip. A dozen hard lashes, with thirty second pauses between strokes, would paint vivid weals on their Skivvy’s rump, and leave him snorting, snuffling and squealing. Struggling off the footstool, Skivvy would kneel at his mistress’s feet, kissing them in gratitude, before offering himself to Carrie.

Carrie preferred the intimacy of the spanking paddle. Draping Skivvy over her lap while she sat in a straight-backed chair, she would proceed to leather the young man’s backside with considerable vigour, giving it a volley of twenty swats or more before pausing, and then continuing with another similar volley. She would keep this up for five minutes or so, before pushing him onto the floor for another bout of foot kissing. He scuttled off to the loo to tidy himself, before presenting himself in the kitchen for his duties for the rest of the evening.

The whole process took barely fifteen minutes of the ladies’ time, and left with Skivvy with a rump which was too sore to sit on but a sense of fulfilment which only a fellow masochist would be able to comprehend. At night, before he went to bed, Skivvy would stand in front of the bathroom mirror and crane his neck to examine the state of his backside, and take a strange pride in the damage that he saw there.

On Sunday morning, a week after Carrie and Kate had started to enjoy the services of their live-in Skivvy, the ladies were in bed enjoying some quality time together. Carrie lifted her head to observe Skivvy as he entered the room with a tray bearing two mugs of tea. He moved about the room quietly, placing a mug on each bedside table, and was about to leave when Carrie called out: “Here Skivvy.”

He paused and waited for the next command.

“I think we should have a special rule for Sunday, Skivvy, and have you serve us naked all day. So strip naked now.”

Kate’s head popped up from under the bedclothes, and both ladies watched as their Skivvy peeled off his dungarees and sweatshirt.

“What’s that for?” Kate asked Carrie.

“Dunno,” shrugged Carrie. “Just thought I would liven things up a bit. I’ve always liked the thought of being waited on hand and foot by a naked man!”

“You are weird!” Kate laughed. “Still, his dangly bits are covered, so he’s not a complete eyesore.” She pointed to Skivvy’s chastity cage, which was locked in place.

“That’s not coming off!” Carrie assured her lover firmly. She looked at Skivvy. “Okay, you can go now.”

They eyed the naked male as he turned to leave the room.

“That rump looks awfully sore,” Kate remarked.

“Inevitable, I suppose, seeing as how he wants us to whip it every day,” responded Carrie callously.

“I know, but it was bleeding when I caned him last night, and if we carry on like this it will get very messy.”

“You could try not to hit him so hard,” Carrie pointed out.

“Or we could beat him less frequently,” Kate said thoughtfully. “And get him to treat his bum betweentimes.”

“Weird though it sounds, we’ll have to get his agreement if we want to cut down how often we spank him,” Carrie giggled. “Though we could tell him that we’d spank him a lot harder when we do spank him, to make up for that.”

“What can he use to treat his bottom after we’ve thrashed him?” Kate wondered.

“Don’t know,” Carrie replied. “But I know a girl who probably does. I’ll give Kim a call after we get up.”

# # # # #

Since there was no need to get up in a hurry, the two ladies went back to enjoying each other’s company, and as Skivvy worked naked on his chores, he could hear the gasps and squeals coming from his mistresses’ bedroom which testified to the pleasure they were getting. It was much later, after the ladies had emerged from their room to have a leisurely breakfast and spend some time on their laptops and iPhones that there as a ring on their doorbell.

“Answer that,” Carrie ordered Skivvy, who was tidying up the Sunday newspapers which Kate had strewn around the living room floor.

The naked male obeyed, terrified that he would be exposing himself to someone who would be shocked and embarrassed by his appearance. Kim’s tall and sturdy figure loomed above him on the threshold. She brushed past him before he could ask who she was and marched into the living room. Kate and Carrie both gave her welcoming hugs before they seated themselves comfortably.

“Come here,” Kim ordered Skivvy. He stood before her with his hands on his head, and she turned him around to examine his buttocks.

“My! You certainly have gone to town on the poor bugger, haven’t you?” she said mildly as her finger traced the most prominent bruises. “Did he do something to annoy you?”

“It’s his daily wages,” Kate explained. “It’s what we have to do to him if we want him to work for us.”

“He’ll be in hospital if you carry on doing this to him for another week,” Kim said firmly. She patted Skivvy’s sore bottom and addressed him. “Do you really want to be crippled for life?”

“I’m honoured to serve my mistresses in whatever they choose to do,” Skivvy replied woodenly.

“Well, you can honour them by asking them to thrash you less often,” Kim said firmly. “Just as hard, or even harder, but give your arse time to recover before the next dose. How does that sound?”

“If that is what my mistresses would like…”

“I’ve come to like tanning your backside Skivvy, but I don’t like drawing blood,” Carrie said kindly. “How often do you think we can do him?” she asked Kim.

Kim rummaged in the capacious handbag she had brought with her. “I’ll treat his bum now and leave these ointments with him. If he uses them morning and night, it should sort him out. Bill swears by them, and he should know!”

Kate and Carrie smiled knowingly. They knew how Kim treated Bill. They watched as she swabbed Skivvy’s rump with a cotton ball soaked in the lotion from one of the bottles, before smearing ointment from a glass jar.

“When will he be fit for a caning?” Kate wanted to know.

Kim smiled at her. “Aren’t you a little tartar!” she chuckled. “Leave him alone until next Sunday. He may be ready for a paddling or two then. Don’t cane or whip him for at least a fortnight. After that, check his bum after you’ve punished him, and ease off if the skin’s broken. And get him a bottle of white spirit. If he rubs that on his bottom every night, it should toughen the skin.”

The ladies settled down to chat and drink coffee, which was served by their ever-attentive Skivvy. Kim eyed him appraisingly as he moved deftly among them, refilling their dainty coffee cups with freshly made espresso, offering a selection of cookies, removing the crockery when they had finished.

“I can see why you bother with him,” she murmured to Carrie. “A lot of ladies would pay a fortune to employ someone like him.”

“I know,” Carrie murmured back. She smiled contentedly. “And thrashing his backside has been a real bonus! Both of us get such a charge out of that, we never imagined!”

“Keeping him naked? Is that part of the charge you get?”

Carrie grinned. “I dreamt that up this morning. I suppose it’s partly to feed his fantasy of being a slave, but you must admit, it’s fun to see a man running around in the noddy to do our bidding! And I can change my mind, and make him serve us in a bourka, if that’s what I want. Oh the power!”

Kim patted her arm. “Well, enjoy yourselves, my dear, but I must get going. My own little man needs some attention, and I wouldn’t want him to think I was neglecting him.”

Kate joined into the last part of the conversation. “Don’t tell me he’ll have difficulty sitting down once again!”

Kim laughed. “He always serves in the shop standing up on a Monday. It’s part of our ritual.” She looked across at Skivvy, who was kneeling in a corner. “Make sure you use the stuff I gave you properly boy. I’ll be back to check up on you.”

# # # #

“We’d better think about what we do with Skivvy while we wait for his bottom to get better,” Carrie remarked thoughtfully after Kim had been ushered to the front door by the ever-attentive houseboy.

“You’re right. Last week he seemed so keen to please us, and so grateful after we spanked him. And I got a real buzz out of him grovelling at our feet!”

“Yes, but apart from the fun we have giving a man a good thrashing, there is the risk that if we’re not doing that, he may lose interest in being our skivvy, and that would be a real tragedy!”

“I wonder if he just needs to be beaten, or if he’ll get something out of just being bossed around, you know, being humiliated and punished in other ways?”

“Worth a try,” Carrie agreed thoughtfully. “I wonder if…” Just then Skivvy returned and dropped down to his knees. “Here Skivvy,” she called.

Skivvy crawled over to her. Carrie ran her fingers through his hair.

“When did you last have a haircut boy?” she demanded. “It looks a mess.”

“Two weeks ago, Miss C,” mumbled Skivvy.

“You don’t go to the barbers, do you?”

“No Miss C, I do it myself with an electric hair clipper.”

“Well, I think hair’s an unnecessary vanity for a Skivvy,” decided Carrie. “Shave it all off.”

“Sh-shave it off?” Skivvy squeaked.

“Are you stupid? Or are you questioning my authority? Go and get your hair clipper and I’ll start you off.”

Skivvy slunk off reluctantly and came back with the small rechargeable device. Carrie took it from him and ordered him to fetch a waste bin. When he came back, she made him place it at her feet and kneel with his head over the bin. The clipper buzzed in her hand, and she ran it firmly over his head. Swathes of hair tumbled into the bin. Skivvy kept still and let it happen. In a few minutes it was over. Carrie ran her hand over the stubbly scalp.

“Now go and shave off the bits that didn’t come off. I want your head to be completely bald. And make sure you shave it every morning with your face. No more hair for our Skivvy!”

Kate looked on bemused as Skivvy slunk away, heading for his bathroom to do as he had been told.

“Well that was pretty brutal,” she murmured.

“And that’s just for starters,” Carrie said firmly. “If this boy wants to be owned, he’s going to get more than he bargained for!”

The two ladies watched the early evening news on television while sipping their drinks. Ten minutes later Skivvy returned and knelt before them. His bald pate gleamed and the ladies realised with some surprise that the bareness extended down to his forehead. Their Skivvy had shaved off his eyebrows. The loss of his hair was dramatic, and seemed to transform him into something alien, virtually non-human. Carrie looked at Kate and nodded.

“Good boy Skivvy,” she told him. “Now you look like a creature that belongs to us.”

Kate stood, walked over to the kneeling male, grasped one of his ears as a handle to tilt his head. She examined his face and scalp closely and nodded. “Not having hair suits you,” she decided. “So make sure you get rid of the rest of your body hair. I want you to be as smooth as a baby’s bottom all over.”

“The chemists should have a range of hair removing creams. Ask for their advice about which ones will work best on your head and face and get a specific one for your groin. Do that when you go shopping tomorrow,” Carrie ordered him.

“That’s all, Skivvy. Now get busy with getting our supper.”

# # # # #

In bed that night Carrie suggested what they should do next with their Skivvy. Kate’s eyebrows virtually disappeared into her hairline.

“That will take things to a completely different level!”

“Will it? Why? It’s in line with the way he wants to be treated.”

“He might want it, but it’s so … so intimate!”

“We’re already pretty intimate, aren’t we? He’s living in our house, he strips naked whenever we order him to, he comes in here and sees us naked having sex in bed, we thrash his bare backside, he cleans our toilets and handles our used knickers…”

“Put like that, I suppose…”

“We want him to stay, don’t we? And this will push all his subbie buttons. Why don’t we sleep on it, and I’ll start it off in the morning, and you can join in if you want to.”

The next morning, when Skivvy brought the ladies their mugs of tea, Carrie was in the bathroom. She heard the houseboy moving about, and called out, “Here Skivvy!”

Nervously, Skivvy hovered near the bathroom door. “Y-yes Miss C?”

“Get in here boy,” Carrie snapped.

Hesitantly Skivvy crept in through the door. Carrie was sitting on the toilet, stark naked. Skivvy nervously kept his eyes on the tiled bathroom floor.

“I’ve decided it’s pointless having a dog and barking myself,” Carrie announced. “You can wipe me after I’ve used the loo. You do know how to use toilet paper, do you?”

“Y-yes Miss C,” Skivvy squeaked. Carrie watched the bulge of the stainless steel cage under his dungarees twitch as its contents stirred helplessly.

“Well get on with it boy. I haven’t got all day.”

Awkwardly Skivvy knelt before his mistress, tore off a couple of sheets of toilet paper, wadded them, and reached under her. Carrie spread her legs to give him access. His face was close to her naked breast as he groped about wiping her, but he focussed on the task he had been set, and when he felt the paper go soft in his hand, he dropped it in the bowl and get himself more toilet paper. Finally, he was finished. Rather boldly, he ran a finger over his mistress’s wiped anus to check that it was properly clean. Casually, Carrie grasped Skivvy’s ears to steady herself as she got to her feet. She headed for the shower while Skivvy flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Just then Kate entered the bathroom. She too was naked.

She seated herself on the toilet while Skivvy hovered nervously.

“Wait here Skivvy,” Carrie called out as she turned the water on. “You can dry me after I’ve finished in here.”

“And you can do the same jobs for me,” Kate announced, over the distinctive sound of the contents of her bowel plopping into the toilet.

She observed the mixture of embarrassment and excitement on Skivvy’s face as he stood in attendance, and the quivering of his body as it coped with the stresses of his groin. Minutes passed with Kate continuing to do her business on the toilet while Carrie sang discordantly in the shower. Then Carrie’s gleaming wet body stepped out onto the bathmat in front of the shower cubicle, and Skivvy rushed forward with a fluffy bath sheet to dry his mistress’s body with care and reverence.

He had barely finished when Kate called out “Here Skivvy” and like an obedient dog he shuffled over to her on his knees to do the business with the toilet paper. After that, there was the wait while Kate showered. Carrie was back in the bedroom dressing. Finally, Kate emerged, Skivvy worked over her body with a bath sheet, and she glided away into the bedroom.

“Leave that for later, or we won’t get any breakfast,” Kate called as she heard Skivvy moving around trying to tidy up the bathroom. Skivvy sidled into the bedroom, waiting for permission to be dismissed.

“How’s your bum?” Carrie asked him bluntly.

“Getting better, Miss C. Miss Kim’s treatment seems to be working, Miss C.”

“Let’s have a look. Get those pants off.”

The two buttons on the dungaree bib slipped off, and the garment dropped to the floor.

“Bend over,” Carrie commanded. The two ladies examined the bare flesh which their houseboy put on display.

“Quite a lot of damage still,” Kate decided, running a fingernail over a prominent weal. Skivvy whimpered softly as it scraped the skin. “We’ll have to hold off on the spankings for a while.”

“Do you sleep naked boy?” Carrie asked.

“Yes Miss C,” Skivvy replied, wondering if it were a crime to do so.

“Good, well you can stay naked every morning until we leave for work. More appropriate for performing the bathroom duties which we’ve given you,” Carrie announced.

Skivvy started to pull up his dungarees.

“No, leave them off, and take off your top as well. Are you stupid? Didn’t you hear me tell you to stay naked until we leave for work?”

Skivvy stripped off his sweatshirt with a mumbled “Sorry Miss”. Carrie waved him regally away from their presence.

“Go and get our breakfast ready.”

The two ladies finished getting dressed. Kate raised an eyebrow at her partner. “Well that certainly gave the boy an eyeful,” she remarked.

“Quite, and if he has that to look forward to every morning, he won’t be getting itchy feet!” Carrie said firmly.

The two women giggled and went down to breakfast.

# # # # #

Skivvy quickly settled into his new routine. He stayed naked until his mistresses left for work every morning, then dressed himself in his dungarees and sweatshirt. Every evening, he stripped naked after he had finished his day’s chores and before his mistresses returned from work, and greeted them naked on his knees as usual.

He acquired the appropriate hair removing creams to treat his head, face and body, and the recommended white spirit and ointments to treat his backside, and Carrie and Kate expressed satisfaction with the way his hide was healing when they inspected him each evening.

He thought long and hard about the manner in which he performed his bathroom services, and both ladies were secretly impressed with the deftness with which he wiped and dried them, although they did nothing to acknowledge that.

The week passed without any spankings, but Skivvy was so involved in the new ways in which he was being required to serve his mistresses that he did not really miss them.

The following Saturday evening, as Skivvy was serving them coffee after dinner, Carrie summoned him to kneel in front of her as she sat in her armchair.

“I do like what you’ve done to your hair, boy,” she giggled as she ran her hand over the young man’s shiny bald pate. “It really suits you.”

Skivvy mumbled “Thank you Miss C” as he waited for her to continue.

“Turn around and show me your bum,” she ordered.

She examined his anatomy with some care.

“That’s almost healed,” she announced. “We haven’t been paying you any wages boy,” she continued. “Don’t you miss that?”

Skivvy bowed his head with his usual subservience. “I am in your hands, Miss C,” he murmured.

“We’ll see about that tomorrow afternoon,” Carrie decided. She looked at Kate. “Should we invite Kim to come and supervise?”

“Why not? She’s good fun, and she might stop us from going over the top.” She grinned. “I’m not sure I’ll know when to stop once I get to work on this boy’s bottom!”

Carrie noticed the way Skivvy’s stainless-steel restrainer twitched while Kate was speaking.

“We’ll have less of that boy,” she scolded. “We’re not going to have any disgusting male playing with himself in our house. Keep your hands away from your willy, and go and squat in that corner, hands on your head.”

For the next two hours, until the ladies decided to go to bed, Skivvy squatted obediently in his assigned corner, face to the wall, while they got on with their evening’s activities. From time to time he was summoned to perform some trivial chore — to fetch ice for a gin and tonic, to pick up a magazine which had fallen on the floor, to draw the curtains — and Skivvy was grateful for the opportunity that afforded him to take the pressure off his haunches for the few minutes it took to perform the task. But then it was back to the corner. This was, he told himself, what service to two powerful ladies was all about: he was an object, subject to their whims, and fortunate to be given the opportunity to offer himself up to them.

The ladies neither knew nor cared what thoughts went through his head. In the fortnight that he had been with them, they had got accustomed to making use of him. He had offered himself to them, they had accepted his offer, and now he was theirs!