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PART ONE

My wife, Sarah is a CFO in a mid-size company. She often works long hours and I'm left alone in the evenings, and I watch television, work on our old house, and hang out being somewhat lonely.

In November Sarah's dad died after having been a little sick. We
were shocked and her mom decided to move in with us. I began
hanging out with the mom. She was still quite attractive and
more than average sexy. She was not as slim as Sarah, but she
wasn't fat either. I would call her luscious. She has dirty-
blond hair cut shoulder length and I liked the way it moved
around, it attracted attention to her face. She had a very nice
smile but her face changed to look serious by turning her lips
straight or even downward when she asked for something. I know
because I saw that look a lot.

Slowly she began asking me to do things. We both tired of eating
out and it became my job to fix dinner and wash the dishes. I
don't know how that came about but a theory is that it was my
house and I knew where everything was, I was the logical one,
and at first she stayed with me and helped, then less and less.

That led to her claiming the remote. Since I had kitchen duty,
she got into the family room first and picked up the remote.
Then TV watching became 100% less entertaining to me. We watched
lots of shows that are,I guess, made for women. Mostly boring. At
first I was too polite to object.

Then it began when we relaxed "Some coffee would be nice," she
asked after I sat down. Then she would ask: "Bring my slippers
please." Then she would ask: "Please put them on for me." This
was a little erotic but then: "Don't leave my shoes there, put
them away." She also began 'relaxing' beyond what would be
'proper': taking off stockings, adjusting her brassiere cups
even unhooking her bra.

Perhaps I looked, but how could I not. But all the while, I now
realize I was being lured in and she was pulling the line
taught.

She asked me to run her a bath. I protested that she could run
her own bath, and immediately regretted my phrasing of it. In
hindsight I now realize how Machiavellian she was. Earlier she
let me watch a rerun of 'Law and Order' instead of another home
remodeling show so I would be interested in the TV and be
reluctant to leave.

Kathleen went immediately to Sarah complaining how 'unpleasant'
and uncooperative I had become. Sarah, nearly in tears asked me
why I couldn't be nice to her mother. Of course I promised I
would be very nice and suddenly out of the blue the words came
from her mouth, "Please try to be obedient".

I nearly exploded "Obedient, what are you talking about, this is
our house and she's a guest!", but I held my tongue.

The evenings were now tense. Who knows what she would ask me to
do, I tried to work later than I normally would. She seemed to
sense that I voluntarily was working overtime because she
questioned me pointedly and I have trouble lying even under
these circumstances.

In December, just two weeks from Christmas our company closed
down. I wasn't in financial trouble because my wife earned a
very good salary and we had been saving for years, and invested
our savings. Kathleen was also very wealthy from her late
husband's pension and insurance proceeds and the sale of their
house. But I needed a job fast or I would spend all day with
Kathleen.

It was decided, by Kathleen, but she manipulated it so that it
seemed like Sarah and I decided that I would not seriously look
for work until the first of the new year. We would enjoy the
Christmas to New Year vacation. Then the next day, it turned out
my wife's company was getting a new computer system and she
would have to work during the anticipated Christmas break. Sarah
gaily said: "Kathleen and you will get to know each other very
well during the break".

The very next morning Kathleen came into my bedroom and
announced that there would be no sleeping in. "There is much
work to be done," she said.

She had dismissed the cleaning service because she said: "Since
you aren't working it was silly to pay someone to do what you
can easily do."

This was so ridiculous, first I was out of work temporarily,
second I didn't do house cleaning, and third this was my
vacation. But I'm naked under the sheets and she is standing
above me giving orders. If I kept quiet maybe she would leave.
But she didn't.

She pulled off the sheets, grabbed my arm and almost pulled me
out of the bed. I tried to grab for some clothes but she
interfered: "Here, wear these, no point in wearing dress clothes
to do housework", she said handing me blue jeans and a t-shirt
that she must have searched my wardrobe for, because I didn't
recognize them.

I was embarrassed being naked in front of this woman, she was
totally dressed even wearing stockings and high heels. I
couldn't argue while being naked. Then there was this other
weird thing of becoming aroused, I guess by being naked in front
of this woman. I didn't want her to see the evidence of my
arousal.

She hurried me into the jeans and almost dragged me out of the
bedroom without any underwear, my keys or wallet. "Let's get
going, no time to waste," she went on.

Downstairs she had me get out the vacuum, but I had to go to the
toilet and I said so, she said, "since this is your first day I
will allow it, be quick."

I was so outraged but I really had to go so I said: "Why thank
you, that's very kind," hoping she didn't hear my sarcasm.

I vacuumed for what seemed like hours. I needed a rest. I walked
into the family room and said: "I'm taking a rest."

Kathleen said nothing but got up and went into the hall. A few
minutes later she came back and said: "You did a fair job in
most of the places but we will go over the rest."

I had difficulty keeping quiet. This was my house and she was
inspecting my work.

After resting for only a few minutes, Kathleen said: "Go into my
bedroom, make the bed, clean the counters and vacuum, I will be
in to inspect your work." I start getting up slowly when she
starts yelling, "Come on lets go, I want action now." And she
grabbed my arm and pulled me up as if I were a c***d.

I was so outraged, I didn't know what to say, so I just went
along. Her room was a mess, clothes were s**ttered around the
floor, her underwear, her shoes, the dress she wore yesterday. I
started by picking up the dress and folding it over the chair,
then I picked up her panties, and I don't know what caused me to
do it but I picked it up and sniffed it and of course she walked
in at that moment. I froze like a deer in headlights.

"What are you doing you disgusting dog?" she screamed at me. She
took long steps across the space and slapped me. I stumbled. She
pushed me down and took the dropped panties and rubbed it in my
face all the while yelling at me; "You are a complete pervert,
how could my daughter marry such an a****l?"

"I'm sure she will divorce you"

"Nobody would want to live with such disgust"

She was breathing hard and kneeling on my chest. On one level I
was getting aroused having her sitting on me. I was getting a
view of her large breasts, at one point I saw up her skirt to
her panties. She was wearing stockings with garters which were
twisting her panties, I had the disturbing thought that the
bitch was attacking me while I'm studying her underwear.

She took a breath and slapped me again screaming: "Pervert."

I said: "Aren't you overreacting?" And this drove her into
another tirade of slaps and name calling. I decided to be quiet.
Hoping she would cool off and we could talk about the situation.

Kathleen got up and blatantly began adjusting herself from the
exercise. She pulled up her skirt and adjusted her stockings.
She wriggled her brassiere from side to side. Then she says:
"Get finished in here, you better do a good job and then we will
talk."

"Yeah you'll talk" I thought. I was getting more and more
aroused. What was going on here I wondered.

I worked hard, I picked up all the clothes and hung her dress,
put stuff in the hamper, cleaned the counters, arranged her
shoes in the closet, made her bed and vacuumed.

I went into the family room and collapsed on the sofa.

Kathleen screamed: "Get up! When you come into a room I'm in, you
don't sit or flop down on the sofa!"

I jumped up.

That wasn't good enough for her. She yelled: "Stand straighter,
look straight ahead. There that's better. We'll have to practice
this."

I asked myself, "how did I get into this? What should I do now?"
After what seemed to be a long time she told me I could sit.

She started: "So you like my panties..."

I interrupted: "It was just a moment.."

She yelled: "Don't interrupt me again.."

She said: "So I saw that you liked my panties, and took the
liberty to indulge your disgusting lust when you thought no one
was watching. I have contempt for such people but in your case I
might find a use for such as you."




PART 2

Kathleen said: "It is no longer a question of your role here as
the husband. You will be a domestic live-in. Like a maid. You
will be very closely supervised."

"Do I have any say in this? What will Sarah say?" I asked.

Kathleen said: "I've talked to Sarah and she was going to
divorce you but I convinced her we could make use of a sex
pervert."

I was dumbfounded; I thought we had a good marriage. I couldn't
believe Sarah was going to divorce me. "You're lying," I yelled
at Kathleen.

In an instant she was attacking me, slapping and punching. I
tried to grab her and pin her arms and we fell to the floor. She
ended up on top and started slapping me yelling: "You never talk
to me that way, you scum." The slaps were coming harder then
suddenly she jumped off and ran into the kitchen.

She came and jumped on me still lying on the floor, and started
shoving a cake of soap into my mouth. At first I was caught by
surprise and the soap was between my teeth and I tried to get it
out, I finally succeeded but bits had broken off and were in my
teeth and throat. This tasted terrible and made me feel
nauseous. I got up to get some water.

I had no fight left in me, I just wanted to get the taste out of
my mouth. Kathleen followed me: "Not so fast Jim, I want to know
if you now regret being so rude to me?"

I couldn't say anything because my throat and mouth were burning
and it was all too much, it was making me feel nauseous...

She continued: "This is a punishment for little c***dren, but
maybe it will help you remember who you're talking to. I will
wash your mouth out whenever you speak to me disrespectfully.
Do you understand?"

I didn't answer because my mouth had an awful taste and my
throat hurt.

She pushed me into the counter and screamed: "When I ask you a
question you answer me." Then she slapped me twice.

I was feeling sick and I couldn't answer and I didn't even know
what she was asking.

I began crying. Then she grabbed me and half carried and dragged
me into the family room and shoved me onto the floor.

I laid there and sniffled. She sat on the sofa across from me. I
could see her shapely legs and her legs were spread just wide
enough so I was getting aroused again.

She began to talk in a nice conciliatory tone: "I'm sorry that
soap didn't agree with you. But I want you to become a good
servant. My methods are very strict and at times painful. But it
will get the results we need. You life here won't be too bad.
You will have lots of housework to do, Sarah and I will make
personal demands, but you can handle all of that in half your
time. We will travel together, you'll have two women on your
arms, and you'll get good food, not a bad life."

I listened to her amazed at the change in tone. Suddenly I heard
that maybe Sarah wasn't leaving: "You mean Sarah won't divorce
me?" I asked.

In the same pleasant tone she replied: "Sarah could not put up
with your attitude any longer and was or I should say is
planning a divorce. I told her I would change your attitude and
life here would be different. She said she would wait and see.
What I have in mind for you is that you will be totally
dependent on us and in exchange we will be able to use you how
we wish. All you have to do is agree to this arrangement."

I said: "I'll do anything to not lose Sarah."

Kathleen said: "That's very sweet, but let me be clear, you have
already lost her. It may be possible to persuade her to keep
you. Do you understand that you may not possess her or me. But
we may possess you. This is a great privilege for you. I hope
you can live up to it."

I said: "Tell me what I have to do."

Kathleen smiled, "It's very simple, do exactly what Sarah or I
tell you to do. It's a great honor and keep that attitude 24/7.
I will have many tasks and rules for you which you will learn or
suffer as you have this morning. Are you ready to get started?"

"Yes," I said.

"Let's get started with 'Yes madam', and when you address me
it's 'Miss Kathleen', understand?" she asked.

"Yes, madam," I corrected.

"Let's check my room and the vacuuming I asked you to do," she
said.

"Yes madam", I said.

She smiled and helped me up. She walked around her room,
examining the counters and looked in her closet and seemed to be
pleased.

I was very affected by this ability to please her. "I'm going
crazy," I thought. "I don't want any more soap or slaps," I
further thought. But if avoiding punishment was the goal I could
just leave. But I stayed.

She said: "I'm pleased with what you did here, it shows exactly
the initiative I require. If you do everything with enthusiasm
and creativity, I won't have to be hard on you. But remember I
am very strict and very attentive to detail, and I don't mind
making you suffer to get what I want."

She said: "To get off on the right foot, I'm going to give you
several experiences that will impress upon you the environment
we will have. Pull your pants down."

I hesitated for an instant and when I saw another slap coming I
hastily pulled down my trousers. She then sat down on a chair
and patted her lap. I hesitated and I could see she was getting
impatient and then I crawled over her lap.

She had picked up one of her shoes and started whacking away. I
couldn't help struggling and screaming but she carried on. I
felt I must be bleeding and broken but finally she stopped and
rubbed my butt with her hand. It felt like it was all there.

"That was an introductory lesson, one of the rules is that
whenever you get a spanking, you will then stand in the corner
to think about why you got spanked. I want you to think about
how you talked to me, and what further punishment would be
appropriate. When your corner time is up we will discuss it,"
she conversationally said.

I was completely at a loss for words. I was putty in this
woman's hands. I had become incredibly sexually aroused and felt
such lust for her. "Whatever she wants to do to me is okay," I
thought. I had traveled to another world, lying across her warm
lap begging her to stop spanking me, she totally owned me. "Have
I fallen in love with her?"

"Now get up and stand in that corner there across from my bed.
Don't pull up your pants, it is a humiliation for you and maybe
a titillation for me. Whenever I put you in the corner, there is
no talking and no moving. Resolve yourself that you are there to
think about your behavior which got you there and commit to
improving it."

Here I was, an executive merely five days ago, and now my mother-
in-law had me standing in the corner in her bedroom with my
pants around my ankles. I could hear her moving around behind
me. I tried not to move, I guess I was going to try to "improve
my behavior."

I couldn't determine how long I stood there, she left the room,
then came back, I thought she would let me out, then she left
again, this happened several times. "What kind of further
punishment should I ask for?" I wondered. These and other
thoughts kept going through my mind. My legs and back were
getting sore but I didn't move. She had said not to!

Kathleen came very close behind me. She placed her hand on my
behind and asked me, "Does it still hurt?"

I said: "Not much, thank you Madam."

She kissed me on the neck and said: "I'm so proud of how you
have changed your attitude. You will make Sarah and me very
happy. Okay no more talking, you have another half hour to go
and remember no moving."

I didn't think I could stand another half hour but to please
this woman I would stand there for the rest of my life. Then I
heard: "You may turn around now."

I saw her sitting in the chair where I got spanked, her skirt
was hiked up and she looked so desirable. I could see her
panties, and her breasts where straight out. She looked so
powerful.

She said: "Come here and kneel in front of me."

I had the opportunity to look up her skirt but I didn't out of
respect and just looked at her knees.

She grasped my hair and placed my head between her knees and
squeezed. I had never been in such an erotic situation before, I
had trouble breathing. It was somewhat dark but I was caught in
this incredible place, maybe I can even smell her. We stayed in
that position for what seemed like a long time.

"What punishment shall I mete out to someone who behaved as you
did?" she asked me.

I couldn't speak nor think for that matter because I was so
aroused.

She asked again and her tone was getting harder and impatient.

I tried composing myself, "Madame I will do anything you ask,
I'll stand in the corner all night, you can beat me until I
bleed, I'll do chores from morning to night. Anything you wish."

"I am very pleased with your new attitude," she said, while she
stroked my cheek, where earlier she had slapped me.

"Are you good with tools?" she asked me.

I said "yes ma'am, I can fix cars and bikes, do electrical
wiring and carpentry."

"I don't have anything so complicated in mind," she said.

She opened a drawer and took out a ring bolt with a long screw
attached.

"I want you to attach it to the wall so it won't pull out," she
said.

"Where would you like it Miss Kathleen?" I asked.

"Can you tell where there is a stud?" she asked.

"There is an outlet here on the wall, and usually they are
attached to a stud on one side, Miss Kathleen," I said.

"Stand in the corner here," she said. She made a small pencil
mark on the wall above my shoulder. "I want it at this height
fastened strongly, understand?"

"Yes ma'am," I said.

She left. I got my stud finder and some tools and screwed it
into the wall, I had to use a screwdriver in the ring to wind
the last inch into the wall. It wasn't going to come loose no
matter what it was for, "I should have asked what it was for," I
thought.







PART 3

That Night.

About 6:00pm on that first evening Kathleen said, "Prepare supper
for Sarah and myself, and prepare something for
yourself."

I was confused but took her words, literally. I'm not much of a
cook but I boiled water and warmed bottled spaghetti sauce and
prepared a spinach salad. I put white wine in the refrigerator.
I set the table for three and waited for Sarah to come home.

I was reading the newspaper in the kitchen when she arrived. I
rushed up to her and gave her a big hug and kiss which she
seemed to return. I thought maybe Kathleen wasn't right about
her planning to leave me.

I took her jacket which she was holding and hung it up. I asked
if she was ready for dinner. She said she was hungry, and I
called Kathleen.

Kathleen walked into the dining room and asked, "Why did you set
three plates? I told you to fix dinner for Sarah and me."

"You said to fix dinner for myself also?" I asked, I was
confused and afraid.

"Remove the extra plate and silverware and glass. Now!" she
ordered.

I was wondering what Sarah was thinking about all this and I
tried to hurry and do it somehow inconspicuously.

Of course Kathleen would have none of that, "What do you say
when I tell you to do something?" she demanded.

"Yes ma'am," I said, now my humiliation in front of Sarah was
complete. I tried to catch her eye but she was looking
elsewhere.

"Serve us dinner," Kathleen ordered.

"Yes ma'am," I muttered.

Kathleen jumped up and slapped me twice. My face started burning
only partly from the slaps but I was overwhelmed with
humiliation in front of my wife. I wished I could be somewhere
else.

"Now get the dinner," she commanded.

"Yes ma'am," I tried to say loudly but my voice was catching in
my throat.

I brought in the bowl of spaghetti, and the sauce and the salad,
and Sarah and Kathleen looked at me and they waited. "Did they
want something else?" I wondered. Then it came to me: "Would you
like me to serve you?" I asked.

"Of course, why are you here, is there some wine?" Kathleen
asked.

"Yes ma'am, I'll get it," I said still breaking up a little, I
was still blushing. I brought the chilled wine in and knew
better than to just put it on the table, "May I pour?" I asked.

"May you pour what?" Kathleen demanded.

I was about to answer, "this wine" then I realized and said:
"May I pour, Miss Kathleen?"

Kathleen said: "Would you like to offer Miss Sarah some wine
also?"

I suppressed sighing and said: "May I pour Miss Kathleen and
Miss Sarah?"

Kathleen said: "Very nice, yes, please pour some wine for us."

I did and almost ran into the kitchen.

Immediately Kathleen came after me and said; "A good waiter
doesn't leave his diners without asking if they want anything
else."

"I'm sorry madam," I say.

Then she takes my arm and drags me back into the dining room.
She lets go of my arm and sits down, picks up her glass and
smiles at me.

"Is there anything else, madams?" I manage to say.

"Kathleen says: "Nothing right now but why don't you just stand
by in case we want something."

"I was going to start cleaning the pots," I said.

"No, dearie, we want you to wait on us, stand tall, and
stand still. When we are finished, you can clean up," Kathleen
said.

I felt stupid just standing there. After a few minutes they
started talking and ignored me.

Kathleen said: "He agreed to what we discussed."

Sarah said: "I didn't think he would."

"He said he did it for you," Kathleen said.

Sarah looked at me and said: "He is such a dear. How did you
know Mom that he would agree?"

Kathleen said: "I've seen the way he opened doors for you,
gathered your clothes, helped you put on your coat, waited on
you and then he seemed willing to do it for me, I think he will
be happy in his new role."

Sarah said: "How can he be happy doing housework instead of
being a big boss?"

Kathleen said: "Maybe happy isn't the right word, is a moth
happy to fly into a flame? He has no choice."

Sarah said: "It's the sex."

Kathleen said to Sarah: "Ye-es."

Kathleen said to me: "Pour more wine Jim."

Without thinking: "Yes ma'am" And I poured the wine. They were
drinking it pretty fast especially for Sarah. In the old days
Sarah and I split a bottle with Sarah getting a glass and I
drank the rest and then the rest of Sarah's glass which was
still half full. I was hoping they would leave some for me.

Sarah said: "I couldn't go on with the sexual demands; they were
making me feel inadequate."

Kathleen said: "This is the right way; we all get what we need."

I was amazed, at what Sarah said, I never took advantage of her,
I'm not some kind of r****t. I love her, what's wrong with
wanting your wife. I didn't think they wanted me to join the
conversation.

Sarah said to me: "I love you Jim, but I want the sex only when
I want it, I don't want pressure to have it, like if you buy me
an expensive dinner, I feel I have to perform for you. That
creates a lot of stress on me."

I said: "But Sarah, I never wanted to force you, which would be
the last thing in the world, I thought you liked me to crave
you."

Sarah said: "That's the problem Jim, you never knew when I
wanted it and when I didn't, maybe it was my fault, but it just
couldn't go on."

I said: "So what are we going to do?"

Kathleen said: "When Sarah wants sex she will tell you. When you
want sex you will just continue wanting. And I will warn you
right now, begging or nagging is not allowed."

I said: "I'm so taken by surprise, but isn't there some other
arrangement than I become your waiter?"

Kathleen said: "You don't yet understand, it's not a waiter we
want, it's a total slave who will adore us and do whatever we
want whenever we want it."

I was incredulous. "Slave!?" I said.

Kathleen said: "You've been spanked, stood in the corner, and
ended up lusting for me, what do you think that was all about?"

Kathleen continued: "We are offering you a wonderful gift that
you know you want. You get to live 100% with us. Every
minute of your day will be spent pleasing us. We will of course
take every opportunity to find fault and punish you in the most
infantile and bizarre manners that we know you crave."

Kathleen changed her tone: "I want you to clear the table, clean
up the kitchen and dishes, then report to us in the den. Don't
be slow. I haven't heard any 'Miss' or 'Ma'am' from you. This
time it's just a warning. Now move it!"

"Yes ma'am," I said almost as a reflex. Sarah was looking
straight at me. "May I take your plate miss Sarah?" was all I
could get out. I was full of thoughts; at least the kitchen will
allow me to think.

"You can take my plate too, slave boy!" said Kathleen.

I took the dishes, sc****d the food into the disposal and put
the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned the counters, the table
and the floor, all of it easy if not mindless.

Was it true that I wanted to be their slave? What a concept, I
had managed 21 professional programmers and engineers. What will
this be like? I thought maybe I would be managing two women and
myself. I had been paying bills, and managing the finances,
would I still do that? Sarah didn't say we would not have sex
any more, only that she would be the one to ask for it. Will
there be sex with Kathleen; what will Sarah say? There's some
wine left in the bottle. They didn't say I couldn't have it.

After I finished I went into the den and found a seat.

I just knew I would hear from Kathleen and she didn't
disappoint: "When we're sitting in a room like this you don't
just walk in! You show recognition that we're here in a modest
way like a little bow."

"How about a curtsy?" Sarah said.

"Can you curtsy, show us," Kathleen said.

I got up and tried to curtsy, I felt really stupid. The wine
made it easier.

"You should curtsy to both of us. So if we're sitting here you
curtsy to me then to Sarah," Kathleen said.

I curtsied twice. I saw that there was a gleam in Sarah's eyes.

Kathleen asked: "Is there more wine?"

"No ma'am," I answered.

"I thought there was some left," Kathleen said.

"I drank it ma'am," I said.

"Sarah, I don't think we gave him permission to drink wine. What
shall we do about this?" Kathleen said.

"Get stripped off now, Jim, totally naked, do it now!" Sarah
said.

I quickly took off the few clothes I had on, including my watch.

Sarah's eyes had a glint that I was familiar with; "On your
knees here!" she said pointing to the floor in front of her.
"Now take off my shoes and stockings," she ordered.

I quickly took off her shoes, then pulled down her panty hose
with her cooperation and took a little risk and removed her
panties, as soon as I did that she grabbed my hair and pulled me
into her and I did what came naturally. Lick her.

I could tell she was coming then when she finally came, she
pulled on my hair harder and I got back to work. I could tell
she was coming again, and she did but she was still pulling on
my hair, "This couldn't be my wife," I thought.

After the fourth climax I was released and she fell backwards on
the sofa making satisfied noises. I was a little out of breath,
and would have been happy to relax, but I noticed that Kathleen
was staring at me.

I was uncertain what to do. I tried, "How can I serve you
ma'am?"

Kathleen said: "You may take my clothes off, do it gently!"

I took off her high heels, I hadn't noticed until then that they
were stilettos as before, and then I discovered she was also
wearing stockings again. I had to remove her panties first and I
wondered what she would do if I sniffed them now. I was
encouraged to do this because she lifted herself so I could
proceed. I was beginning to fumble with her garters when she
grabbed my hair and I was drawn into this strange pussy.

Just five or six hours ago I was a pervert and slapped for
sniffing her panties, now my face was buried in it. How strange,
I thought. She was slower than Sarah but after a while I could
feel the signs, but this time I just kept on, after the second
time she pushed my head away.

I waited maybe only a few seconds, when Kathleen said: "Don't
put any clothes on and go stand in the corner where you
installed the hook."

I felt like I received a kick. I started getting up, Kathleen
said: "We have to settle our accounts over the unauthorized
wine."

I knew protesting anything was useless.

Kathleen said, "You should also curtsy when leaving our
presence, don't forget."

Picture this, I am totally nude, these two women are somewhat
spent from sex, that I provided. I'm a little surly.

Kathleen says in a not nice tone: "If I observe reluctance or
anger, I will add it to my list; you better go before you're in
real trouble."

"Yes ma'am," I said and did two curtseys.






PART 4

Why do I have to stand here I was thinking, when she walked in
and said: "You have to stand here because you are still
presumptuous. You take wine without asking, you act arrogant
because we responded to your a****l acts, you are not behaving
the way I want."

I could tell she was sitting in the chair, and continued: "You
will come to understand that we expect total subservience in
everything.. Do I make sense?"

I decided I better answer: "Yes madam."

"Why were you so slow to answer; were you thinking about the
question?"

"No ma'am, I thought I wasn't allowed to talk when I stood in
the corner, then I realized you were expecting an answer."

"I'm glad you understand that I have rules that need to be
interpreted. Well I have some equipment here that you will
appreciate," she said.

Then I felt a collar being placed on my neck. The front of the
collar had a snap dangling from it which she snapped onto the
ring I had screwed into the wall. Then she pulled my hands
behind me and I felt handcuffs going on.

"Now I can leave you here to think about our relationship," she
said. "After you determine that you are well tethered I want you
to not move or make any noise." She turned off the light and
closed the door.

I did as she said, and verified that I could not get loose, so
simple and so tight. Then I stood still for what seemed a very
long time.

Then I heard her come into the room, the light went on, and I
could hear her moving around and undress, I think I could tell
she was dropping her clothes on the floor. I heard her pulling
the covers off the bed. I wondered if I was going to stand here
all night. I wondered if she was looking at me or reading a
magazine or had fallen asleep, then the television went on. This
wasn't fair, I thought. I made dinner, I cleaned up, I performed
sexually, and then I get punished? O yeah, I had a little wine.

The TV went silent, Kathleen said: "I guess you think this isn't
fair."

It seemed she could read my mind.

"Understand that it's not about fair, it is about: you are our
slave and we are your Goddesses. Always think that way," she
said.

"My goal is to make sure you understand that intellectually and
emotionally," she said.

"I have to be very strict for the process to work, and it suits
me. I also have a bitch streak that you will get to know," she
said.

"If I had fallen asleep all night it would have been better than
letting you off without any punishment," she said.

"You may become afraid of me. Fear is a form of respect. This is
what you need, what you want and I promise you will get. "And
don't think that Sarah will protect you. She has come to agree
with my program. She thinks I saved her marriage," she said.

"I wouldn't mind letting you stand there all night, remember you
told me you would, or was that sexual lust talking, but you have
to get up to see Sarah off in the morning," she said.

I was happy to hear that, to get out of standing here, to see
Sarah, good news.

But then nothing happened. Then I could hear soft snoring. I
wanted to yell to wake her but I didn't dare. I was afraid
already. How long have I already been standing here, what time
is it? I was miserable.

I guess I began to doze when I felt the snap being removed from
the screw eye. She used the dangling snap and chain as a leash
and dragged me into the bathroom and forced me onto my knees and
dragged me between her legs and she peed.

"Lick me," she said.

Okay, this was new for me, I tried not to hesitate, the sexiness
of it all began inflaming me and I dove in and licked and licked
until she shuddered and pushed my head away.

She took me to her bed, covered me and got in. "The handcuffs
stay on until morning," she said and we went to sleep.

I woke earlier than Kathleen, my arms hurt, the handcuffs chafed
my wrists, and I was incredibly horny. I gently rubbed myself
against the bed then stopped. What would Kathleen do if she woke
and caught me humping the bed?

I couldn't even adjust the sheets because my hands were
handcuffed behind my back. What if Kathleen oversleeps? Do I
have an obligation to wake her in time to be up for Sarah? What
can I do for Sarah anyway?

Kathleen woke up, checked the time, remembered I was there,
looks at my erect member and grabs it, "You haven't been
indulging yourself have you?" she asked.

"No ma'am, good morning Miss Kathleen," I said, trying to change
the subject.

She gets out of bed, totally naked. I was getting so horny with
all this intimacy and I wasn't getting any sex. Kathleen had
come three times, Sarah four times, and me zero. Definitely
unfair.

Still naked, Kathleen finds some clothing in a drawer and it
looks like a pair of long pants. She unlocks my handcuffs and I
want to rub my wrists.

But Kathleen interrupts that: "put this on!" she ordered.

It's sort of a girdle and it might be sized for her, but it's
difficult to get it onto me, I manage, but it's really tight.

Kathleen says: "You will always wear that so I don't have to
worry about you getting into unauthorized behaviors. You should
thank me for this because if I caught you playing with your
cock, I would beat you senseless."

Then there is a pause, and I know I have to answer: "Thank you
Miss Kathleen."

She thoughtfully looks at me and says we'll have to go shopping.
Then she dismisses me with: "Report to Miss Sarah."

We had been married six years at that point, and had been
talking of c***dren and here I now was "Reporting to Miss Sarah"
in some undersized girdle so I can't masturbate without
detection!

I walked in and Sarah was in bed sleeping. I quietly went out, I
went downstairs, made some coffee and sugared it the way Sarah
likes and went upstairs, she was still sleeping.

I put the coffee on the night stand and bent to kiss her, when
she awoke and looked at me.

She said: "Did you curtsy when you came in?"

"You were sleeping," I said.

"That's no excuse; remember to report that to Mom," she said.

"Why do I have to do that Sarah," I said. And I knew I had
screwed up. "I'm sorry Miss Sarah, it's my first morning and I
got confused," I said.

She said: "That may be so but Mom says we have to be very strict
or it won't work."

"What won't work?" I said.

"Loving Female Authority," Sarah said.

"What's that?" I said.

"Mom read that about 5 to 10 percent of men secretly want to be
dominated by a woman, but they have difficulty admitting it, and
society doesn't exactly recognize it. She decided you were one
of those and thought she and I could make all of us happy if we
adopted the practice," Sarah said.

"Did anyone think of asking me?" I said.

"I thought Mom was going to discuss it with you," Sarah said.

"Mom thinks you took to it very well and are enthusiastic,"
Sarah said.

"I just don't want to get slapped and beat up," I said.

"Then it's working," Sarah said.

"No, I mean that I would like to be asked, I would like time to
think about it, to discuss the terms, not just be k**napped," I
said.

"Well, do you want to do it or not?" Sarah asked.

"Kathleen said that if I didn't, I would lose you," I said.

"I talked to Mom about that and she said we could change things
and it might be fun and you might enjoy it," Sarah said.

"I hadn't realized you were unhappy," I said.

"I was feeling that we didn't have a relationship any more,"
Sarah said.

"But you're always working," I said.

"You weren't appreciating what I was doing," Sarah said.

"I told Kathleen I would do anything so that I don't lose you,"
I said.

"Mom took that as a yes, I imagine," Sarah said.

Sarah smiled and continued: "So what you have to do now is be
useful to me or get into more trouble, so lets hurry up. Get me
dressed. What can you do for me."

"I have no idea, Sarah," I said.

Increasing her smile, Sarah said: "You will report to mom, Miss
Kathleen to you, that you failed to address me correctly at
least five or six times and didn't curtsy, now get to work or
there will be more to report."

"I'm sorry Miss Sarah, what can I do for you?" I said.

"This morning you can watch me get ready, starting tomorrow I
expect you to help me. I want you to study what I do and figure
out how you can do it for me. You can take notes. You will
realize how inept you are, but we will train you, or maybe send
you to a class," Sarah said.

I just said, "Yes ma'am."

It was a delight to watch her get dressed, I felt like a peeping
tom, I wanted to jump her bones so badly, which she would have
seen except for the girdle which held me in. She grew sexier as
she put on more clothes. When she sat at the mirror in panties
and bra, and I just stood there lusting for her, I wondered if
she could hear me panting. I was writing down each step to keep
my mind off the sex, and wondered how I could focus on anything
but her sexiness if I touched her. When she was done I felt
exhausted.

I made breakfast and served Sarah, standing while she ate. When
she finished her coffee she said, "I'm very lucky to have such a
good cook for a slave."

I was very pleased that I could make Sarah happy with a
g****fruit, orange juice and coffee. But I also thought that I'm
not much of a cook.

"Thank you, Miss Sarah," I said. "May I give you a hug?" I
asked.

She just gave me a hug and a hard kiss. She reached around and
grabbed my ass. I could see in her eyes that she was horny. But
I didn't know what to do about it. I kissed her on her throat
and back to her lips which were very soft and then her neck.

She took my hand and led me into the family room, sat on the
sofa and pushed me down on carpet and pulled up her skirt and
said: "Hurry up."

I pulled down her pantyhose and panties and dove into her pussy.
I seemed to be good at this because she started climaxing in
minutes and I felt her hand holding my head against her to let
me know not to stop. The second time took longer.

She said, "Now put me back together."

I did. And I asked, "Should I put this on the list, Miss Sarah?"

She laughed.

Meanwhile I could feel that my girdle was getting moist from all
this stimulation by Sarah. I wondered what the consequences of
that would be.

I finished helping her on with her undergarments and then
helping her with her skirt and blouse and helping into her
jacket.

"You're a very fine lady's butler," she said.

And she went out the door.