The final clauseTaking the pen that Louise was expectantly holding, I singed my name next to the box marked ‘slave’. With a shriek of excitement, Louise, signed her own next to the box marked ‘Mistress’.
Louise flung her arms round me. “Thank you so much darling. For my part, I will only do this during my ‘Emma time’, and it won’t affect what we do with each other the rest of the week. Can we start next Friday?”
The week passed slowly both of us anxious to know what would happen when Friday arrived. Louise’s window when we stopped being a couple and she became an item with Emma would last for 24 hours, so we wouldn’t start until she came home from work. At breakfast on Friday morning, while we were still a couple, she told me that I should make sure I was home before her tonight. She would leave something for me to wear on the bed in the spare room, and expected me to be ready when she got in. For my part, I re-assured her that I would commit to this, and try and make the experience as realistic as possible for her.
I left for work before her, and knew that she was making preparations for when I returned before she too left for work. During the day, I received a text from an unknown number. Reading it, it simply said,
“This text is from your Mistress. There are instructions in the kitchen. I expect everything to be ready when I arrive home tonight.”
I realised the Louise was doing everything she could to separate the two lifestyles. Unable to contain my curiosity, I finished work at lunchtime, and went home to find a note in the kitche.I found a note.
“There are two steaks I the fridge. These will be cooked medium rare when we are ready to eat. We will have these with French fries, which you will make by hand, peas, and pepper sauce. Red wine will be open on the table when we arrive.”
I had to admit that I was a pretty fair cook, and also knew my way round a cocktail bar, and steak was one of Louise’s favourites. I liked the way she had dictated exactly what they would be eating, and I suspected that I would be making very few decisions for myself in the next twenty four hours. I wen up stairs to see what was awaiting me in the bedroom.
Lying on the bed was a black jacket and a white shirt, very much like the uniform that I had worn for the evening at the dinner party with the Master and Mistress. I saw that there were no trousers, shoes, socks or underwear. There was a small box on the bed, and opening it, I found a cock cage, just like the one I had been forced to wear that weekend. Folded in with it were a tiny pair of ladies panties. The note attached to the box simply said, “These must be worn at all times.”
I’d had plenty of practice taking a cock cage on and off over the weekend, although Pet had always been there to do it for me. Remembering how she had done it, I applied some lube and then slipped the cold steel tube onto me, locking it in place. I put the key on the side, I wasn’t going to risk giving it to Louise or Emma! The panties just stretched over the cage, disappearing into the crack between my buttocks in the back. The shirt went on next, the tails just covering my buttocks and cage, and then the jacket. In the mirror, I was reminded of my appearance at the weekend dinner party, professional waiter above the waist, sex slave below.
I kept the uniform on, to tray and get used to the strange sensation of parading around my own home semi-naked, and went to the kitchen to prepare what I could for the meal. Mindful of the additional conditions in my ‘contract’, I substituted an apron for my jacket, I didn’t want to start my life as a slave, with an immediate punishment for dirtying my clothes.
Knew that Louise would be home around six o’clock, and as the time grew nearer I grew more and more nervous. This was going to be crossing a new boundary in our relationship and although this was a strictly part-time arrangement, I know that things could never go backwards from this point. I wasn’t sure if she would be on her own, or with her girl friend, but at about 5 to six, I moved anxiously to the doorway to await her arrival.
Just after six, I heard her car pull in, followed by her foot steps on the driveway. I stood at the side of the hall way, head bowed, ready to greet her. The door opened and she strode in, stopping to stand and stare at me. Looking me up and down, she suddenly slapped me across the face before saying, “Why the fuck did I have to open the door myself? Not a very good start, less than a minute and you have already pissed me off!” She dropped her coat on the floor and marched into the sitting room. Startled, I raced to hang it up and then followed her into the sitting room. She was flicking on the TV, and with out looking up just said, “Gin and Tonic.” Mixing it in the kitchen, I brought it out on a tray, already trying top think how I could please her, and doing my utmost to anticipate her every need. She took the glass off the tray, and ignored me, flicking though the TV channels. After a couple of minutes she turned to me, mock confusion on her face.
“I really don’t understand why you are here. Fuck off to the kitchen, I will call if I need you.”
I hurried back to the kitchen, there was obviously going to be no deviating from the scene from Louise. I carried on preparing dinner, until I heard the door bell ring. Rushing to answer it, I opened the door to Emma standing on the door step. She walked past me without a word, going straight into the living room. I wondered whether to follow her, but realised that I hadn’t been summoned so waited hesitantly in the hall way. I suddenly heard a small bell tinkling. Louise was waving it in her hand as I went into the living room.
“The same for Mistress Emma”, she said. I returned to the kitchen to fixed Emma’s drink, and when I took it back into her, she was sitting the couch with her legs across Louise’s lap, both of them snogging each other hard. I put the drink on the table in front of her, next to Louise’s, and returned to the kitchen. The bell rang again almost immediately, so I returned to the two women. Emma disentangled herself from Louise and asked her, with mock seriousness, “I’m surprised how progressive you are with your slaves?” Louise pretended not to know what she meant, and Emma explained. “I’m surprised that you allow them to leave without thanking you for the opportunity to serve?”
I realised my mistake, the slave contact was quite clear.
“4. The slave will attend instantly to any order given, which will be acknowledged with the reply ‘Yes, Mistress'”
Louise looked at me, anger flitting across her face.
“How dare you embarrass me in front of my guest. What do you have to say?”
“Sorry, Mistress.”
She reached forward and slapped me hard across the face.
“Sorry Mistress What!” she screamed.
I remembered clause 1 – “The slave shall address his owners as Mistress Louise or Mistress Emma at all times.”
“Sorry Mistress Louise.”
“Not me, you utter fuck wit!” she shouted, slapping me again.
“Sorry Mistress Emma?” I stammered.
“About time. Now fuck off until we are ready to eat.” I remembered this time, “Yes Mistress Louise,” as I returned to the kitchen, my face red and smarting.
For the next half hour they entertained themselves with the bell, calling me out for the most insignificant reason. “The TV is too quiet, turn it up,” commanded Louise, pointing to the remote lying on the couch beside her. As soon as I got back to the kitchen I was summoned again. “The TV is too loud,” this time from Emma. I could hear them laughing each time I returned to the kitchen, luckily remembering to thank them each time. They grew bored of tormenting me after a while, and Louise told me to make dinner.
I did my utmost with the steaks and the sauce, and congratulated myself as I served it to them at the table. Luckily for me, they seemed to enjoy it, and their plates were largely clean as I collected them. Desert had already been put in the fridge by Louise, so I just had to serve that. When they finished, they went back into the sitting room, commanding me to fetch more drinks, which I did before starting to clear the table. Obviously there wasn’t a single word of thanks from them, as they disappeared upstairs to get ready to go out.
I was surprised when Emma came down to the kitchen alone, but it was instantly clear that she was still ‘in character’.
“Mistress Louise is still getting ready, so I told her that I would give you your orders for the evening. We are going out soon, and while you are away, you will make this place spotless. You will need to do something with the bed, someone seems to have spilt wine on the sheets. When everything is finished you may have something to eat.”
She opened the bread bin, there was half a loaf of sliced bread in there. Taking a couple of pieces out, she threw them on the floor, and then looking me in the eye, slowly put her foot on top and pressed, leaving the mark of her sole on it.
“Let’s hope the floor is clean,” she laughed. “You may eat that, and nothing else. I will be checking the bin when I get back, so don’t even try just throwing it away. It needs to be gone.”
She took my chin in her hand and held my head still, having into my eyes.
“I’ve been telling Lou to do this for some time now so I’m glad she has taken the plunge. There is really only one thing men are good for, and they are not really any good at that.” She reached under my shirt and swatted the cock cage with her hand. “You won’t be using that while I’m here.”
She pulled my head forward and put her mouth to my ear.
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