#lezdom

Having a blast with a slut I picked up my favorite cafe for a few weeks now. I love a woman who is so sweetly submissive that I almost have a twinge of guilt raping their wallet or slapping them around. Almost. We have some fun rules. When I come over, announced or not, it’s five spanks with my hand for every second I wait for her to come let me in. If she has company and failed to let me know, she gets the spanks with the ass plug in, and an additional smack with a belt for every minute I wait for guests to leave. Every time she’s not there it’s an automatic $250 fee regardless of how legitimate the reason. If my favorite wine, vodka, or coffee is not in stock she gets nipple clamps for our whole session, if there are no cupcakes her tits get whipped, and if the place isn’t cleaned to my standards she loses underwear and bra privileges for a length of time I determine.

My first time in her apartment I made myself at home. I sat in a huge, soft easy chair and informed her this was my spot. She was no longer allowed to sit there even when I wasn’t around. I had her kneel in front of me and said “this is your spot, even when I’m not here. When you want to be in your living room, you kneel as if you are kneeling at my feet.” She looked uncomfortable but seems to have complied. I also needed some quick cash for moving so I had her sell the flat-screen t.v. and blu-ray player in her room as well as some name-brand shoes and her iPod. 

Last night I was in a bad mood, so I made her stand naked in front of a full length mirror and say “my tits are the only good thing about me” while I casually abused her tits, ass, and backside with a cat o'nine tails until she cried, after which I smacked and crudely groped each tit. I then made her right “my tits are the only good thing about me” in lipstick over the mirror. I was tired so I sat in my chair, I propped my feet up enough to expose my asshole and made her sit with her tongue on it-not even licking it, just keeping her tongue on it, while I watched a show. She was permitted to lick during commercials. I casually felt up her tits and ass as the mood struck me. She’s great fun-hope to have more adventures to tell you about soon.

When I woke up, I was in James bed. I thought the room was empty at first, but when my eyes adjusted to the sunlight I saw James and Cady sitting on a couple of chairs playing cards, with Cady’s girlfriend rubbing her shoulders. I gasped, as the sight of this and my raging headache hit me all at once.

Cady looked over sharply. “James, it’s awake.” she laughed. He came over. 

“It’s about time” he said, spitting on me.

“HEY!” I protested. “Gross” I tried to wipe it off, but before I knew it, Cady was sitting beside me and grabbed my hands. 

“That’s not very nice poppet.” she said. “James has every right to do that to you after what you did.” She smacked me in the face and pulled me up. Suddenly with Cady touching me I had no desire to fight back. I was terrified. Cady’s girlfriend stood awkwardly by the chair Cady had been sitting in, and James was standing over the bed looking…amused? Why did he look amused?! He should look pissed, humiliated…but amused. Suddenly I was started shivering in fear. “I told James everything” she continued. “I had too poppet. You understand. The guilt was eating me alive.” She got up and hugged James, briefly laying her head on his chest. 

“Yes, CADY came to me, told me everything.” James began as he pulled away. “Told me how you came over to her house wearing almost nothing. How you sat and her feet and begged for a kiss, how you tried to take advantage of her while she was napping…and how she, like a good friend, kicked you out of her apartment”

“WHAT?! No-I, I mean she…I…” I couldn’t believe this. Words were failing me and all I could see were Cady’s hips, jutted to the right, dying to be kissed…oh god, what was wrong with me. 

“Poppet! How could you lie to us? I tried to cover for you. I tried to tell him it was my fault…but he knows us both to well.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, and I couldn’t believe that in that moment I didn’t even hate her. Only myself.

“Yeah” he hissed. “I know that you’re just a little SLUT. Isn’t that right” I nodded, and started crying. He sat down next to me, and more tenderly than I expected said “Lane…I love you. But if you don’t love me….Do you love me?” I hesitated, a bit too long. I saw Cady whisper to her girlfriend and her girlfriend scamper off. “Lanie?” he gently prodded.

“I’m a lesbian!” I blurted out, promptly bursting into tears. He nodded resigned. They exchanged a look. 

“Okay Lanie. Looks like I’m in charge of you.” she said.

“Wha…what do you mean?!” I asked. She smacked me in the face-hard and I burst into tears. 

“You will address me respectfull! Mistress, Your Highness, Goddess, etc. ALWAYS. Or you will lose your right to speak at all! Is that understood?!” I nodded. Wrong move. “I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?” she asked, grabbing my nipple and twisting.

“Yes Mistress, yes! I’m sorry. Ow!” Me and CadyMistress noticed James eyes widening at the same time. 

“Oh, Jay, are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked. 

“Yes, I promise.” he said. “I want you to take her. And I want to see her first punishment.” He said eyes narrowed. She nodded.

“Very well. Do you mind sitting in a chair? You can pull it up I just don’t want to accidentally hit you.” He nodded and moved. “Now, slut. I don’t want to force you. You have three options. You can either ask James to forgive you and take you back. You can tell us both to go fuck ourselves, he’ll give you until the end of the month to move out, and then you will never speak to either of us again. OR…you agree to become my slave. My full-time, live-in, doting slave. You will obey me wordlessly. You will be overworked, exhausted, and sore all of the time. But you will be fulfilling your true duty, your purpose in life. You will be serving a superior woman.” She let that last sentence really resonate. It rang in my ears, and I knew what choice I wanted to make.

“I want to be yours!” I said. “I’ll do anything! Everything! Please!”

“Very well” she said, pleased, grinning an evil, beautiful grin. “Stand up.” “Go to the closet.” “Bring me three belts” I obeyed every command, still shaking, and still really nervous that James was there. “Lay them on the bed.” “Good.” “Now, turn around and face us.” I did, and she sat down, crossing her legs. “Strip.”

“Oh…uh.."I looked nervously at James but as Mistress started to rise I backpedaled. "Yes Mistress!” I said. She smiled coolly and sat down.

“Don’t be ridiculous, slut. He’s seen you naked before. At least let him see you one more time.”

“Yes Mistress” I said, my face flushing as James chuckled. I took off my shirt and threw it down, then my jeans. I had to take my shoes off to get those off. 

“Shoes back on” she commanded. So I uttered my ‘yes mistress’ and slipped back into my heels. My feet hurt so much-probably from sleeping in heels. I was terrified of disobeying, and truth be told, more terrified of displeasing her and having her change her mind when I was close to being her…well, not her girlfriend exactly, but the closest I could get. “Lose the bra.” I turned beat red as I slowly undid my straps. Mistress licked her lips, and I felt a stirring in my cunt, so I smiled at her and undid my bra. My 36D’s sprang forward and fell, as I dropped my bra. “Pause.” she said. “Stand up straight, arms at your side. Good. Clasp hands behind your back, keep your back straight. Goood girl.” She got up and came over, and grabbed my tits. It hurt, and I gasped. “Shhhh. Listen up, slut. Rule number one: your flesh is my flesh. You no longer have control over your body.” She licked my neck and I could feel myself getting wet. I almost buckled and fell. “Your body is nothing more than an elaborate sex toy. Your tits, cunt, asshole, those are mine to abuse.” she continued as she ran her hands all over her property. “Your hands, your tongue, your legs and feet…they enable you to work HARD to please me. Sexually, financially, domestically.” She slapped my left tit hard. “Mine.” she commanded. She twisted my right tit, pulling the whole thing and twisting. “Mine.” She touched my face so lightly, so sweetly. “MINE.” she said as she reared back and slapped it. “Understood?” she asked. 

“Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress! My body is yours, you can do whatever you want to it.” I was scared, not sure if I meant it, but in that moment I did. She smiled and sat back down.

“Take your underwear off!” she barked. I, startled hurried to obey. “Turn around. Bend over. Stick that fat ass out.” She left me bent over as she leisurely wandered over, caressed my ass. I practically melted. I kind of expected the next part, but it still hurt when she smacked my ass cheeks, and barked that they were hers. I don’t know where it came from, but I heard myself responding.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you for claiming this worthless fat ass for a use.” Her and James started cracking up and I wondered if I’d said the wrong thing. She began raining smacks on my ass, as I thanked her for each blow, nearing tears when she unexpectedly rammed her finger in my ass. “Thank you Mistress for abusing my ass!” I managed to cry out through the pain as she retracted it.

“HA! You haven’t seen anything yet” she said as she forcefully grabbed my crotch, yelling “Mine” claiming her cunt, her pussy, her fuckhole. The pain shot through it, mixed with pleasure as I started sobbing and thanking her for claiming my worthless cunt. 

She casually tossed me on the bed and grabbed the smallest of the belts. She pulled my hands behind me, and belted them awkwardly with the belt. It was still quite large and a huge piece fell down between my ass cheeks. For some reason this embarrassed me and reminded me of my place, as she used the other to keep my knees together. She propped me up so my tits were smashed on the bed, I was on my knees, and my ass was in the air. She started to grab the third belt when her girlfriend came in. 

“Oh goodie! Brunch!” She just left me there and went and sat down. The food smelled SO good. Her girlfriend brought in pancakes and bacon, some sliced fruit, and piping hot coffee. “Good girl” she nodded at this stupid girl, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. I noticed James had a plate too, but there were no plates for me or the other girl. I would later learn that a slave either ate small, modest portions while she was cooking, or scraps while she was cleaning. Finger food only, no more than 1,200 calories a day. No special effort was put into slave food, but it should have nutrients. The fruit that was about to turn, the bacon that got burnt, plain bread, raw extra veggie slices, etc. That was slave food. Fuel only. But I digress.

Cady and James ate hungrily, the girl standing by politely and running off to refill drinks and get seconds, to wipe off Mistress’ hands if they got dirty. Halfway through Mistress decided it pleased her more to have the girl kneel. Then-I heated up in humiliation as Mistress pulled the girls tits out of her tube top, sat them on top of her arm rest, and then used them as an arm rest! It looked humiliating and painful, but the girl beamed at the minstrations. I was so, so scared, and jealous as Mistress occasionally tweaked her nipple. Her and James chatted about music while they ate, ignoring me completely. After a few minutes, I started getting antsy for Mistress’ attention. My cunt was crying for relief and sitting still seemed impossible…but it was physically impossible for me to move between the give of the mattress and my bindings. 

FINALLY, Mistress’ girlfriend cleared the plates and disappeared, presumably to clean the kitchen. Mistress came over, without a word, and started spanking me hard with the belt. My impulse was to move as pain exploded on my ass, made worse when the belt got my exposed cunt as well, I cried out and I cried, but I managed to get my thank yous in…I fell over after a few minutes of constant abuse. Mistress kept hitting me…on the legs, on the crotch, when she could get my ass, my tummy. I was sobbing and she didn’t even register it, and James was grinning like a fool. Finally it stopped. Mistress pulled my up by my hair, and we just stared at each other.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” she asked. I tried to say yes, I did, but my voice was gone. She shook her head, spit on me, and kept going. “Four reasons. One, you broke poor, sweet James’ heart. So you will suffer. Two, you seduced me, causing me a fight with one of oldest friends, so you will suffer. Three, you yelled and caused at me last night, bringing the party to a screeching halt. And finally…finally, do you know the fourth reason you’re suffering? The fourth reason your ass is red, welted, tears are streaming down your cheeks? The reason you are in PAIN?!” I shook my head and blurted out that I was sorry. Mistress got down in my face, and then…gasp! She kissed me! Fireworks exploded somewhere in my brain, and I became dizzy with joy. Then…she pulled away, slapped me hard in the face and said “You are suffering because it makes my cunt wet. You are suffering because it amuses you. I am punishing your pasty little body, because I fucking want too. Got it?!” She hissed, pulling my hair even harder.

“Yes Mistress! Thank you Mistress for punishing me! I know I must suffer for you, so I will” I said, as I sobbed, that kiss still on my mind. 

“Good.” she said, throwing me down. “Now, James is going to work. When he comes back, we will be gone. I’ve already dismissed kitten. You and I will go through your things, one by one, and take only what pleases me, donating the rest. Understood?” I nodded agreeably. “Good.”

She followed James out, and I heard them laughing and chatting. When she came back, she unbound me, allowed me to stretch and kissed the top of my head. She had brought me some toast and an apple. I gobbled it up hungrily, to me it tasted like a four course gourmet meal. I sucked down the juice she brought as well. 

“Now. You have twenty minutes to relieve your bladder and bowels, shower, and come back here. You will be spanked five times for every minute you are late.” I nodded probably foolishly enthusiastically. I hurried, and because I relieved my bowels I took extra care to make sure I was fresh and clean. I was dying to have Mistress play with my cunt, but I knew I had to be good and wait. When I returned she stirred like she’d been sleeping. 

“I’m sorry Mistress.” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you." 

"It’s okay poppet. We have a lot to do. Now, you will remain naked, but I want your heels on." 

"Yes Mistress” I agreed, slipping my heels on. 

“Heels are more attractive for slaves.”

“Yes Mistress. I will always wear heels when you desire it.” I don’t know where this stuff came from-I just blurted it out. 

“Good. Now,” she said, stretching lazily, “you need to pack up your things. But I’m thirsty. Go bring my an ice water with lemon. You may bring yourself a small cup of room temperature water. You will always drink room temperature water because I do not wish to kiss a slave with cold lips, understood.”

“Yes Mistress! My lips are for pleasing you, cold water should not touch them.”

She smiled an actual smile, my heart skipped. “You’re learning so fast, little slave.” she beamed. I beamed back as she ordered me to go get our drinks. In the kitchen I briefly worried someone would see me naked…but it was a Saturday after a big party. Everyone would be passed out all day or was already at work. I dilligently filled a cup with ice, sliced a lemon wedge, and poured myself some tepid water. I carefully walked them back to James’ room…and was dismayed to find Mistress looking through my purse. She pulled out my planner as I was coming in and I almost protested but thought better of it. If I’m supposed to thank her for abusing my cunt, I probably waived my right to privacy as well.

“Oh good,” she said. “You don’t work until Tuesday." 

"Yes Mistress” I replied. “I can quit my job if you-”

“Hell no!” she barked. “I am quitting my job! This is the last long break YOU are getting. Slaves are for working. Understood?!" 

"Yes Mistress. I…I’ll…ask for extra shifts when I go in? on Tuesday?”

“Yes. You will ask for any and all shifts they will give you-doubles, triples, hell, don’t take anymore days off. I don’t give a shit. First thing Monday you will have your direct deposit rerouted to my bank account, understood?” I nodded, disheartened. I didn’t think that even my money would become hers. “Aw, poppet, don’t be sad. What does a slave need money for anyway? That money is much better spent on yours truly. I’ll make sure you have clothes for work, and any toys needed to please me. Okay?”

“Yes Mistress. I will work hard to bring you home lots of money.”

“Good girl. If Freddie’s won’t give you the extra shifts you’ll have to pick up a second job. Besides, you’d make more tips at a Hooters or gentleman’s lounge.”

“Yes Mistress” I said numbly. I don’t think I realized how far into depravity I’d agreed to go. And I wasn’t even packed yet.

“Bring my water.” I did, she took a sip, handed it back to me. She let me set it on the desk so we could start packing. I pulled down my luggage, which she was delighted by-it was a really cute vintage set that I guess was hers now. 

She stretched out on the bed as I lay my suitcases on the floor. I was made to pull out my clothing items one by one-more or less. All camisoles were allowed to be packed, as well as my work clothes. All non-work pants went into a give-away pile except for one pair of hot paints, and one pair of jeans that she only liked when I said they were too small for me. She made me try them on, and laughed as I sucked in my stomach to fit in them. When I took them off, she had me cut them into VERY short shorts, then made me put them on again. The cuts weren’t even, I could barely breathe, both of my ass cheeks were hanging out and my cunt was rubbing against the seam. I know with the heels I looked like a complete and utter whore. Mistress clapped in excitement. I felt so foolish, tits still hanging out and now with a muffin top, as Mistress made me hold up items one by one, then fold them neatly, and bend over in half to put them in one stack or the other. Anything sheer I got to keep, any shoes with heels-ALL other shoes were given away, so I was left with a pair of three inch heeled boots, the four inch pumps I was wearing, some plain black strappy three inch heels, and some lace peep toe four and a half inch heels. I was not allowed to keep anything remotely modest, but what did I expect? I was a sex slave now.

I was allowed to keep underwear and bras deemed sexy, including a nippleless bra that James bought me. I was allowed to keep hair accessories and belts, but no jewelry except for a choker. Mistress claimed much of it as her own. Going through my other belongings, of which there were few anyway, Mistress claimed a camera, a video camera, some DVD’s and books, and the rest was deemed rubbish and put in the giveaway pile. All There were a few things I was commanded to sell-including my iPad and my laptop, as Mistress already had her own and would rather have the money. That stuff got packed too. Also kept were a pair of handcuffs, a schoolgirl costume and a leather catsuit, both from Halloween pasts, my vibrator, and a dildo. She made me lick the latter two clean before packing them, but I did get to pack them. I managed to fit everything into my suitcases, although it fit about as well as the shorts that were starting to make me cranky. 

When we were done, Mistress had me take them out to her car. She followed me out, she drove. I was given a camisole to wear…with only my shorts and heels I felt disgusting and could feel the neighbors leering at me. We got in the car, she grabbed my tit hard, and used them to pull me in for a kiss.

“Say good-bye to your old life, poppet. The best is yet to come” she said, as she pulled away.

About a month after the incident with Cadence-Cady to most, now Mistress/Goddess/Master/Owner/etc. to me, she showed up at a party at the apartment James and I were sharing with another mutual friend-Aaron. My heart skipped, and I was stupidly elated to see the woman I’d spent the last month attempting to put out of my mind. I practically skipped up to her, threw my arms around her. “Cady, I miss you!” She pushed me off and gazed at me coolly.

“You stopped coming by poppet.” was all she said, frowning at me.

“Oh. Um, I didn’t think you wanted me too?” I said, looking down. Refusing to meet her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me Lanie.” There. That disappointed voice again! I looked up sharply.

“I’m sorry-I just thought…”

“Ha!” she barked. “I guess thinking doesn’t become you.” I didn’t know what to say to that. “Anyway, my girlfriend’s joining me in a few minutes. I figured you guys wouldn’t mind.” she said, breezing past me. 

“No, we don’t” I said, trying to hide my hurt feelings. “Let’s do shots!” I blurted out. I got really, really drunk…and then I saw Cady’s girlfriend. She was cute. She was no Cady, but she was really cute. They were making out and seeing Cady clearly in charge was making me so jealous of this girl. I watched, mesmerized, as Cady sat on the couch and the girl I wanted to be kneeled in front of her on the floor. Cady would occasionally come up for air and push the girl’s face away, and the girl’s eyes never left Cady until Cady leaned down to kiss her. After a few minutes tears welled up in my eyes, and I ran to the kitchen to get another drink. I felt like I was suffocating, so I stuck my head in the fridge and started gasping for breathe. I thought I was only in there for a few seconds, but I felt Cady’s hands on my back. I turned to face her.

“Helzo Cad-d-dy” I drunkenly blurted out.

“Oh no, poppet.” She said slowly, frowning and shaking her head. “No one likes a sloppy toy.”

“Fuck you!” I blurted out, louder then I meant too. before I knew it, James was behind us.

“Lanie, what’s wrong with you?!” he yelled. “Why would you talk to my friends like that?”

“She sucks!” I pouted. Cady got hurt puppy eyes-fake, and exaggerated I’m sure. 

“James, I think we need to talk” she said sadly. She pulled him into his room, and I heard him yelling at her after a few minutes. I was shocked, sure she told him everything. I tried to run in, but the door was locked, so I slouched on the floor crying. I think I passed out-the last thing I saw was Cady’s stupid girlfriend, waiting patiently on her knees for Cady.

I was only 20 when I came to be owned by my Mistress, through a series of events that I remain ashamed of. Mistress was 27 at the time, young still but certainly older and countless degrees worldlier and more confident than myself. We met the year before, I was dating a male friend of hers. We often hung out in a group, and I often found myself laughing a little too heartily at her jokes. She’d often wink at me after such an occurrence and my knees would buckle momentarily. We’d go shopping as friends, and I’d find myself buying her everything she eyed, which on my meager waitress’ income was often a strain. Still, it felt worth it when my new friend hugged me, and I’d often find myself carrying the bags laden with her goodies. James was always jealous of her, and I tried to brush it off. She become an obsession though, made worse when I was sure she was a) a lesbian and b) not actually interested in me. I started swinging by her house on my way home, doing things she insisted friends do…regardless of how hard my own day was if she flashed that smile on me or seemed sad or tired I’d find myself washing her dishes, doing her laundry, rubbing her back or feet. I’d get really upset when she’d describe problems with girls she was dating but…I still thought I was just being a loyal friend.

Things took a turn for the worst one evening though. It was dusk, it was hot. Mistress didn’t feel well so I was standing at the kitchen sink hand-washing her dishes (they get cleaner that way) and as per her suggestion I’d removed my work-button down and was washing in just a tank top and skirt. I was washing, exhausted, when I felt her arms come around from behind me in a hug. “I really value everything you do for me” she whispered. “You’re such a sweet girl.” My knees buckled so strongly that if she hadn’t been holding me I would’ve fallen.

“Thank you.” I managed to whisper back. “I love you.” I blurted out. I was immediately embarrassed as she chuckled and pulled my hair back and to one side of my neck. She rested her chin on my shoulder and kissed my neck. 

“Such a good, sweet girl” she murmured, as I felt her hands slide down my stomach and undo the button on my skirt. I gasped so she moved her hands. I didn’t know what was going on until I felt them under my skirt, palming my ass cheeks. “Mmmm, this is a nice ass” she murmured. I had stopped washing and just stood there as she began squeezing my ass and kissing my neck. I can still hear the water running, smell the dish soap. Then her cell rang, and she, startled,  backed up. “Oh,” she said sounding weirdly pleasantly surprised. “It’s James. Finish up the dishes, and go ahead and take my trash out when you’re done” she said. She sounded more commanding but yet more casual than usual. Usually she worked me over by pleading, smiling, giggling. This was different though. I felt different and she knew it. She disappeared for a few minutes, and I hurried to finish as she asked of me. I then, confused just stood in her kitchen. Looking back it was like I was already lost without her rule. At the time I just knew I felt a million times better when she glided in. “Button your skirt Lanie” she said more quietly, sounding almost disappointed in me. “Follow me.” I did and we ended up on her couch.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound casual. 

“I just got off the phone with James.” she started. “I feel really guilty about what just happened. He’s a really good friend of mine. What almost happened tonight, can never, ever happen again. Got it?" 

"Yee-yes. I…I feel bad too.” I looked down ashamed. I was pretty sure she was coming on to me, but somehow her tone sounded chastising and I did feel guilty. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay” she said consolingly. “I understand.” We sat there for a moment in silence before she continued. “You’re so sweet” she said, touching my knee “but I can’t do this to James. I’d feel a whole lot better if you went home and do the things you do for him, okay? Clean your apartment. Give him a back rub, a blow job. All of it. Fuck, I don’t know. But go be a good girlfriend.” I nodded numbly. I left in a blur, and I didn’t go by her place the next night. Or the next night. And I was miserable.

“Jane-footstool. Now.” I clapped as she fell to all fours, and I dug my heels in. Her tits hanging adorably low, ass jutted out. I grin smugly and lean forward and smack her ass with my full 250 pound force.

“Thank you Mistress” my petite slave says as her cheek instanly reddens and she struggles to keep her balance. I smacked it again. “Thank you Mistress” she responds. I smack her other check. “Thank you Mistress”. She’s now choking back tears and I don’t know if it’s because she’s confused or in pain. I really don’t care.

“You haven’t done anything wrong.” I say as I lean forward the other way and smack her tit full force. I chuckle audibly when a tear rolls down her cheek and she thanks me again. I smack it again, she thanks me. I can play this game for hours-and sometimes I do. “I just want to blow off steam before dinner." 

"Yes Mistress, thank you for using my body Mistress.”

“Of course, pig.” I reply, smacking her tit again. “It’s nice to have a petite little cunt to push around.” I say as I cruelly smack her (probably aching for attention) cunt. I lean back, digging my bare heels into her bare back. She is wearing a crotchless thong, six inch heels, and nothing else. I’m in attractive but far more comfortable clothes-I keep my house nice and chilly so I have on a formfitting sweater and comfy skirt. It’s nice to be queen of my castle, that’s for damn sure.

“ANI” I shout suddenly, startling little Jane. “Get the fuck in here now!” I grin as my other slave shuffles in-taller than Jane or I, lithe and willowy but still wearing six inch heels. She’s wearing a little maid’s uniform-so little, that’s it just a bare tit corset, a ruffly apron, a thong that says “owned”, and a little maid’s cap. Her hands are behind her back making her tiny but perky tits jut out further and when she lands at “attention” her ass juts out too. 

“Yes, Mistress?” She asks in her learned husky seductress voice-it’s reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, my dream slave. So is Ani’s dyed blonde, curly hair and make-up scheme. 

“Why the fuck is dinner taking so long?”

“I’m sorry Mistress!” her husky, whispery voice urgently replies. “The potatoes took awhile to cook!”

“Looks like you and your sister should’ve planned better” I remark, smacking Jane’s ass.

“Yes, Mistress.” “Thank you Mistress” they reply in unison. 

“How much longer do I have to wait?” I ask in my warning tone.

“It’s just about ready, Mistress!” fake-Marilyn replied. “I just need to finish making it look nice for you.”

“You have five minutes before both of your punishments double”.

“Yes Mistress, it won’t be that long, Mistress”. Ani replied. 

“GO!” I bark and she whimpers her Yes Mistress and scampers off. I flip the t.v. on, smacking Jane’s cunt again, just to be cruel.

“Thank you Mistress.” She replies.

“Do you see what I have to endure because of the incompetence of the two of you?!” I bark. 

“Yes Mistress, I’m so sorry Mistress” says my adorable, pocket-sized talking punching bag and foot stool. Of course, I have virtually no stress in my life-I don’t have a job, instead I have Jane, a high ranking official at a major financial firm with a six-figure salary, and Ani-a claims specialist with an additional six figure salary. Both of whose paychecks go directly into my account. I don’t even think Jane knows about the bonus she got last month. They never see a penny unless I “gift” with something most likely meant to amuse myself or is necessary for their health and livelihood. I also don’t cook, clean, or generally lift a finger unless I want too. I live in a gorgeous townhome overlooking the city skyline and don’t do shit to maintain it. Don’t get me wrong-I do stuff. I’m a writer, a pseudo-intellectual type who makes additional money hobnobbing, doing some public speaking, and certainly selling my work. So it’s nice to also have two pieces of bimbo eye-candy to choose from for official functions. My colleagues think very highly of my when my tall, lithe Marilyn lookalike or my spunky, dark-haired petite plaything are hanging onto my every word, eager to refill my drinks, always super-polite to them. It’s a pretty stress-free life. They need to understand their role as objects though. If I need punching bags, they are punching bags. If I need foot stools, they are foot stools. They are also both trained vegan chefs (I really can’t bear to hurt a fly, only a couple of slaves), masseurs, housekeeping experts, and sexual slaves to the Nth degree. 

They also aren’t really sisters. In fact, they were friends with benefits. Now neither of them orgasm unless I give them permission, and they certainly don’t fool around with each other unless it’s at my command, for my amusement. They are so in love with me that even if they didn’t fear me, I know they wouldn’t betray my trust.

On this evening, I settle in to watch a Winona Ryder movie I grew up loving as Ani finally scampers in with my tray. She expertly sets it on a foldaway tray/table meant to eat in the living room that I can reach easily without ever stepping in front of the television. I look down and nod satisfactorily at my homemade vegan yellow curry full of potatoes and sweet potatoes, herbs, onions, and spinach. My perfectly fluffy brown rice, my vegan cupcake with a heart drawn into the icing, my glass of Prosecco, and my homemade, hand-rolled spring rolls. 

“You ate already?” I ask. Ani’s whispery voice affirms that she did. Whoever cooks for me eats before she prepares my meal-usually a bland, cheaper (but healthy) version. No use wasting this gourmet, handcrafted meal on slaves-even if their hands crafted it. Tonight I allowed them each to have some raw cabbage/carrot mixture from the spring roll preparations, raw onion slices, raw spinach, and a naked baked potato. I can hear Jane’s stomach rumble. Whoever entertains me while I wait for dinner is not allowed to eat until the kitchen is being cleaned. They’re good girls though, fair about splitting their allowances down the middle. Ani stands there awkwardly at her attention. She is always to be hands behind back when standing, perfect posture, tits and ass both forced to jut out. Jane’s is hands clasped right above her cunt, leaning forward slightly so her sizable tits are pushed together, her cunt is highlighted, and her own ass is jutted out. Jane’s voice is also a higher pitched, stereotypical bimbo voice. I do love sometimes just making them stand there at attention while I ignore them. I know it makes them feel so insignificant, reminds they are mere playthings who aren’t needed. They’re also so desperate for my attention that I know it drives them nuts.

The food is delicious. It’s spicy though (which I like) so I finish my wine rather quickly. I just press my wine glass in Ani’s clasped-behind-her-back hands and shoo her away to refill it. She shuffles back in carefully-palms in front are okay when serving as long as they are open and flat. I rave about the food cruelly as Jane’s stomach grumbles below me. Ani waits, a human coaster in heels until I feel like taking my wine. 

“Go turn the air down” I bark at her as I grab the glass. She scampers off, cooling the comfy townhouse even more. When she shuffles back, I have her fetch extra curry sauce for my rice, which she pours without spilling a drop. I can feel Jane tensing like she’s tired, so I smack her ass. She stiffens appropriately. Bitch knows it could be hours before I’m done relaxing.

My movie cuts to a commercial. I roll my eyes. I can get two beautiful women to argue over who gets to lick my asshole, but I can’t control the cable company. I decide Ani can entertain me. I snap my fingers and point to a spot in front of the television and Ani rushes to the spot, looking at me eagerly. 

“Thong off.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress." 

"No talking, slut.” She nods at me eagerly, her eyes full of lust and worship. “Turn around. Show me your asshole.” They both hate this, the utter vulnerability of performing for me. I can practically hear Jane’s relief at being a foot stool instead. Still, my slave turns around, bends at the waist, and spreads her toned ass cheeks apart. Her cunt is glistening, but her asshole is clean. “Good girl. At ease. Face me. Shake your tits.” She shakes her small but adequate tits, humiliated but determined to please while I nosh on curry and other treats. “Shake them harder slut. I want it to look like you’re a slut in an earthquake.” I crack up as she shakes her body harder and harder trying to please me. “Grab your thong.” She obeys, and I have her place it Jane’s mouth. I then order her to rub my shoulders. I’m sure they’re both exhausted, but neither will complain. I have the best life. 

We finish dinner in peace-me getting a shoulder rub from one pet (who occasionally has to take a break to fetch me more wine, seconds of desert, water, etc.) and using another like a foot stool. After dinner Ani whisks my dirty dishes away to wash them, and Jill gets a break as my foot stool (after Ani places an actual footstool near me and gently places my feet on them). I command the thong into Ani’s mouth, and let Jane kneel beside me and worship my thighs-massaging them and planting loving kisses all over them, her head erotically hidden under my comfortable skirt. I’ve been torturing them both all night, and they are so warm, so loving, kisses and touches so full of passion. I have broken them completely.

Eventually I get warmed up enough that I give Jane her ultimate reward-I command her tongue to my pussy, ordering her to lick my labia, dart her tongue in my hole, caress my clitoris with her tongue. I moan and groan sincerely and and order her to rub my clit with her finger while shoving her tongue in my pussy as deep as it will go. I shove her head so hard against me I doubt she can breathe, and come on her face. I hold it there while I come down from my orgasm and gently ease up. She politely licks my juices up from my thighs and cunt and waits. 

“Go draw me a bath” I command, slightly more gently than I’ve been the rest of the night. “EH-crawl” I hiss when she starts to rise.

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress”, she says, fear and guilt in her eyes. I love watch them crawl away-they’ve been trained to do it cat like, seductively. They must be seductive at all times. 

“Crawl back and let me know when it’s ready.” I stand and stretch lazily, pulling my skirt down, my sweater and shirt and bra off. My sluts will pick it up and put it in the laundry. When Jane crawls back, she gasps at my loose DD tits, round stomach, surprisingly tight thighs and ass naked for her to see. Again, they’re trained to see this as the ultimate gift, the highest honor. She soaks it all in. 

“It’s ready, Mistress” she finally stammers out. I snap my fingers and gesture for her to follow me. She tries to keep up, but crawling versus walking is hard! Once in my (huge) bathroom, I am satisfied by the full, bubbly clawfoot tub. I step in and grin-perfect temperature. I sink into my bath happily. 

“Pick up any mess I made in the living room. Help Ani clean the kitchen if she’s not done. Once those are clean you may eat. Be back here in twenty-five minutes with a warm, fluffy towel and my bathrobe. Press play on the iPod dock on your way out. Ani is to start a load of laundry, fluff the pillows and comforter on the bed, pull out the paddle, and wait on her knees. I’ll ring my bell if I need anything. Ani is to answer it since you have to eat”

“Yes Mistress! Thank you Mistress! Slave understands Mistress.”

“Good. Shoo.” That’s right-I ring a bell and one of my two slaves scampers to wait on me. It’s the best. I sing along half heartedly to the iPod, lazily scrubbing myself once in awhile. I feel so smug indulging in such luxuries. I grew up incredibly poor, had to make ends meet with terrible service jobs. Now two women work upwards of forty hours a week to provide me an easy life. I have imported furniture that they aren’t allowed to sit on, a clawfoot tub that they can only use for lukewarm showers, fancy electronics that they only use when acting as human remotes. They rush home to clean up whatever mess I made, lick my pussy, and cook for me. If I’m home-otherwise they clean and work out to keep their bodies pleasing for me, or (rarely) accompany me on outings. I ring my bell just for funsies. I hear Ani scamper in. “Knees.” I command. She drops to them immediately. I beckon her closer. I give her a little kiss when she’s close enough, she grins hugely. So I backhand her. Her eyes well with tears, so I slap her again. No explanation. “Okay. Go fetch me a water.” She stays on her knees and shuffles out, tears in her eyes. She brings back a bottle of Fuji water. “What am I a fucking dog?!” I yell, throwing it at the wall. “Bring that back in a glass you worthless whore!" 

"Oh god” comes her panicked, husky voice. “I’m so sorry, god, I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry!” She shuffles off, and I hear her crying. I laugh to myself and wait for my nice, cold water in a glass, served by my fine piece of ass. When my little bimbo wandered in, I snatched the glass from her, and drank heartily. 

“Much better, slave.”

“Thank you Mistress! I’m so sorry Mistress.”

“Yeah yeah. Now, anything you need to speak with me about?” I give them both time each day to discuss any necessary household or job-related info. Any bonuses/trips/things we’re out of/etc. I beckoned her closer until her tits was resting in my palm, where I kneaded it while we talked-watching her struggle not to writhe in pleasure, turned on and feeling more complete with my touch attached to her.

“Mistress, the only thing is that at work they said I could have an extra half hour of lunch from now on with no penalty, so if you like, I can come home and serve you.”

“Meh, we’ll take it day by day. Or maybe you’ll start taking me out to fancy restaurants for lunch. Some days you’ll need to work out. I might have other errands for you too.”

“Yes Mistress, anything you want Mistress.”

“Damn straight." 

"Yes Mistress.”

“Anything else?”

“No Mistress. I am just so grateful for this time spent in your presence to speak freely Mistress. You are the most gracious Goddess in the whole world. I live for you, absolutely.”

“Yes well.” I decided to reward her with a kiss. She practically melted into a puddle. “Alright slut” I said with a wicked grin. I poured the ice cold Fiji water on her tits, watching her gasp as they harder even further, so naturally I pinch one, then slap the other, laughing hysterically as I shove the glass in her hand. “Well, don’t just sit there like some lazy cow! Go refill this!”

“Yes Mistress” she practically whimpers, rushing off on her knees to do so. When she comes back I actually drink it, then snap my fingers and point at the water on the floor, which she greedily licks up. They aren’t allowed cold water or water not out of the tap very often, so even when they’re licking it off the floor they’re pretty eager. I grin satisfied as she sinks to a proper slave position-tits pressed into the cold wet floor, ass as high as it will go, face eagerly licking up water I used to abuse her. I nod and gently rub her ass, she moans, and I stick a couple of fingers in her asshole. She’s so horny for me she tries to back up further, so I retract my fingers and spank her-hard. “Thank you Mistress!” she gasps in between laps of the floor water. 

“Go finish your duties, my bath time is almost up.” I command, spanking her ass on her way up.

“Yes Mistress.” she obediently replies, intuitively knowing to crawl away. I take the rest of the time to genuinely bathe and relax, listening to music. Like beautiful, smitten but terrified clockwork I hear little Janie’s tentative heels clicking closer and closer to the door. Once she’s in the bathroom, I let her stand there awkwardly, waiting for instructions. 

“Bathrobe on the counter”.

“Yes Mistress.”

I stand when ready and climb out of the tub. I hold my arms open and my perky little slave shuffles over and dries me clean with our expensive towels. She starts at my feet and runs the super soft terry cloth over my legs, taking time to turn me on by rubbing it against my cunt, and ending with a gentle wrap around my hair that feels like a scalp massage.

“What are you thinking right now?” I ask out of the blue.

“Oh.” She says, startled. “I was focusing on you Mistress-honest. I was thinking about how lucky I was to be touching you, pleasing you. How beautiful your skin is, how to make you feel good.”

“Good girl” I purred, pulling her close to me. Rubbing her ass. I leaned in close and licked her earlobe. She sighed in happiness. I grinned wickedly. She has no idea what the night has in store.