The Weekend Ch. 03 – Saturday Morning

I was awoken by a hand gently nudging me. I looked up from the rubber mat I was lying on to see Pet, a finger to her mouth to let me know to keep quiet. She silently unlocked the cage and then, taking me by the hand led me out across the room. As passed by the bed, I glanced down at the trio asleep. The main covers had been pushed back and they lay covered by only a single sheet. The Master lay on his back, his arm curled proactively around my wife as she lay across him, her head resting on his chest, and her legs wrapped across his, I could see one of her hands through the sheet, reaching down to grasp his member as they slept. Next to them the Mistress lay curled up behind her, her hand reaching round to cup Louise’s breast.

We padded down the stairs into the kitchen. Pet was wearing a white T-shirt which skimmed her buttocks, revealing the brief panties underneath as she walked. She passed me a similar T-shirt which when I put it on, reached down to cover the cage that I was still wearing. We stood at the counter in silence as she made three mugs of tea, handing them to me on a tray.

“Take these up and gently wake the Mistress. Stay up there until they have drunk them, and then bring the empties back down.”

I took the tray and went back up the stairs. This was the first time I had been allowed to walk on my own without being either on a leash or lead by the hand. It was already starting to feel normal to be walking round practically naked, my cock encased in a steel tube, and I barely noticed the weight as it swung below me when I walked.

As I walked into the bedroom, the Mistress raised her head and pointed to the table beside her. I walked over and placed the mugs next to her, while she uncurled herself away from Louise and sat up in bed. She reached across to nudge the Master who woke up and turned his head to look at her.

Untangling Louise’s arm and legs from across him, he slid himself up to sit back against the headboard as the mistress passed him his tea. They looked like nothing more than a typical couple waking up in the morning, apart from the extra person in their bed, and the near-naked man serving them. I stepped back to stand next to the cage in the corner, where I had spent the night, while they quietly chatted to each other’s sipping their drinks, and totally ignoring me. As the Master had set up, Louise had slipped down his chest and now lay in his lap, still asleep, her head resting next to his flacid cock, which grazed against her cheek as she breathed.

“Did you enjoy your present?” asked the Mistress. “You certainly seemed to make the most of her – was it four time sin the night?”

The Master sniggered. “She certainly seems to like it. Even when I held her down, I could feel herself pushing back at me. She couldn’t seem to get enough. What did you think of her”

“I don’t know what will happen when they leave,” replied the Mistress. “You’ve seen what he’s like, it certainly doesn’t match up to you. Once they’ve had you, they’re spoiled for most men. She’s certainly a horny little bitch, and a great kisser, although her pussy licking skills aren’t up to much. I’m going to have to give her some lessons this afternoon before the party tonight.”

I stood there listening to them dispassionately discussing Louise and my own inadequacy. I realised that life might well change after this. Louise must have enjoyed herself last night, and I suppose I must as well, as neither of us had used our safe word. I wondered what the party would be that she mentioned, and what our role would be.

The Master put down his mug, and leant across to kiss the Mistress full on the lips, and pushing Louise aside, got up and walked out the door, grabbing his robe from the floor as he left. The movement must have woken Louise, who lifted her head, looking disorientated for a moment before turning to the Mistress, and breaking out into a smile.

The Mistress bent down and kissed her gently on the mouth. “Morning darling, so you feel a little sore this morning?” she smirked. As Louise sat up, and turned to rest against the bed head, she passed her a mug of tea. Taking it, Louise suddenly noticed me standing in the corner, and then briefly shrugging, looked away and down at her tea. They sat for a moment, drinking in silence until the Mistress put her mug down and clicked her fingers at me.

“She will need a bath before breakfast, go in there and run one for her.”

I went into the en-suite and started to fill the large roll top bath. Looking in the cupboards, I found some bath foam that I knew Louise would enjoy, and I added it to the water. I stayed until the bath was full and then, turning off the taps, returned to the room. Mistress threw back the sheet, and I could see the damp stain under Louise. Her thighs glistened where the the cum had seeped from her in the night, and as the Mistress gently led her out of the bed, I could see the liquid continuing to seep from between her legs. Leading her into the bathroom, I saw Mistress help her into the bath, before stepping in to join her. Her outstretched arm pushed the door shut to leave me standing alone in the bedroom, listening to the splashing water inside.

The Mistress shouted through the closed door, “Don’t just stand there, take those cups downstairs and tell Pet to get started on breakfast. I want it waiting when we come down.”

I gathered the other cup, and returned to the kitchen with my tray. I found Pet, having replaced her t-shirt with an apron, standing at the cooker, her back naked apart from the small bikini panties stretched across her buttocks. Turning towards me, she turned off the stove, and as I put the tray down, led me back into the small bathroom under the stairs.

Once in there she removed my cage again, and suddenly started to talk in her gentle voice.

“We have a few moments now, do you want to use the toilet before I lock you back up?”

She stepped out of the bathroom while I relieved myself, stepping back in when she heard the toilet flush. Taking my cock in one hand she quickly applied some lube. I started to harden from her touch, and she looked at me quizzically, and shook our head. “Not now, I’m afraid,” she laughed, and grabbing a flannel, ran it under cold water, before holding it against me. I shrivelled in her hand, and she quickly slid me back inside the cage. Just before she locked it she murmured, “I have a good idea of what’s going to happen today, and who knows, you might get lucky.”

Smiling, she clicked the lock back on and once again, we were back in the Scene. Her face hardened, and she lead me back out into the kitchen on the dog-lead.

There were dirty dishes in the sink so she set me to cleaning them while she finished off what was turning out to be a substantial full English breakfast. I realised that I had barely eaten since arriving the night before, and my stomach started to rumble. She looked across at me, “don’t get excited, this isn’t for you. You will get something later on, so just wait.”

While I carried on washing up, she moved across, standing right behind me as she whispered in my ear. “That wife of yours is quite the little slut. I heard her in the night moaning away, did it wake you as well? Its usually my place in there on a Friday night, but he does like fresh meat. I knew she was a little bitch when she spanked me in front of everyone, she was really getting into it. I’m just waiting until its my time to get her back.”

Pet seemed to undergo a personalty change when she was in the Scene. While she washed me in the bathroom, she was gentle and kind, but once the cage was locked on she changed, becoming heartless and cold. I realised that she was collared and just as much a slave as we were, but I suspected that she wasn’t taking kindly to a change of circumstance with Louise’s arrival.

This was confirmed when Mistress and my wife came down a short while later, wrapped i white towelling robes fresh from their bath. They sat at the table, where two places were already set and I could hear them murmuring to each other as Pet busied herself assembling their breakfast. Once more I seemed irrelevant. Pet had linked my cuffs together just before they arrived, and I stood with my hands behind my back, at the end of the table while they started to eat. They looked like two friend enjoying breakfast together on a spa date, the only clue to their circumstances being the collar that still encircled Louise’s neck, and the cuffs that she still wore on her hands and ankles. Mistress reached across to whisper something in Louise’s ear, and glancing at me, she sniggered before returning to her breakfast.

When they had finished, Mistress rose from the table and started to lead Louise back out of the room. “This one needs a bit more rest, she can barely walk after last night. Get him ready downstairs and I will be down in a minute.”

As she escorted Louise out of the door, Pet grabbed a leash off the wall and clipped it to my collar and, pulling me behind her, led me out into the hallway and towards a door underneath the stairs. Opening it, she started down a set of stone steps – of course, a Victorian house like this would have cellars underneath. As I followed her down, I felt the air getting colder, and then we arrived at the bottom. Pet flicked a light switch on and I sound myself in what was obviously a BDSM dungeon. One wall was lined with paddles, whips, floggers and shackles hanging from hooks. Sturdy rings were fixed on a second wall and in the corner was what looked like an old fashioned prison cell, constructed from solid metal bars. The door was hanging open, and I could see a bed inside, with s blanket pulled back as if someone had just got out.

A long padded leather bench lay along the third side, and in the middle was a square that had been tiled, with a steel drain set in the centre, and several rings set in the floor around it.

“This is where I spent last night,” spat Pet, gesturing towards the cage, “while your bitch was fucking my Master. She was giving herself to him, and then sleeping in a nice warm bed with them, while I had to shiver down here all night until I was released this morning.’