#lifestyle bdsm

“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.