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A Different Kind of Home Ch. 01

Author's note: Fiction. Gregg finds his life upended after a difficult breakup, and finds it leading him to an entirely new kind of household.



I wonder what would have happened if I had never confessed. At the time life seemed good. I had settled down with Alison and even proposed marriage.

When I proposed we had agreed to wait before we set a date. This seemed fine at the time. We were doing very well together. Soon after we got engaged, she decided to take another job (she had been my secretary). She said it created a conflict of interest for her working under me at the same time we were so heavily involved personally.

She took a job with a law firm that was well-known locally and had even begun to attract a nationwide clientele. The job seemed to fit her well and she soon found herself working as a paralegal. This was great for our income, but it meant now there were many nights she had to stay late at the office, and a couple of times she had to travel out of state.

I was happy to see her do well, but hated to have my time with her curtailed. Also I missed her efficiency around the office. My new secretary was OK, but it just was not the same, and it meant I had to put in more time just to get the same work done.

Alison seemed to love it, though. When I did have time with her, she was smiling all the time and had lots of interesting stories about her job, her boss, and the interesting and sometimes evil people with whom they had to deal.

One night soon after a particularly grueling and successful case, she and I were making love when she commented on the small tattoos on my groin and buttocks (I had had the "property of Lynette H." script covered up with intricate designs just about the time I moved in with Alison).

"What is that?" she asked. "It's a strange place for a tattoo." I was right then feeling very close to her. I just did not feel like making something up. So I confessed to her about my past relationship with Lynette.

Alison looked angry. "I just don't know what to say," she told me. "When exactly were you going to talk to me about this? It makes me feel like I don't know you. I think we should stop now, and I think I'd like it if you slept in the spare bedroom tonight"

I burst into tears and begged her not to stop the sex, not to exile me like this, but she was adamant. All she said was, "I need time to think." So off I trudged to the spare bedroom.

The next morning, I slept a little late and when I get up there was a note from Alison. She said she had decided to go on into the office because she wanted to catch up on some paperwork she'd forgotten. It was a Saturday and I thought she was going to take the entire weekend off for a change, but she was obsessed with the job. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to get our difficulty of the previous night behind us.

We shared housework pretty much 50 – 50, and so I just got started on my chores, and when I got done, turned on the TV to watch some college football. A few minutes later in walked Alison.

"Turn off the television, Gregg," she told me. I hated to do so because the university team was playing and I was a big fan, and I'm sure she saw my hesitation. Nevertheless I did as she asked.

"I find what you told me last night very disturbing, Gregg," she said. "It's something that should have been discussed up front before we got involved. I'm not sure what kind of relationship I can have with you now.

"For the time being I'd like it if you continued to sleep in the guest bedroom," she continued.

"But Alison, I'm still the same person. I haven't lied to you. I still love you. I help you around the house. I do everything you ask."

"You didn't exactly lie," she replied, "But you withheld something very important about yourself, something very important about how you relate to women, and I have to figure out if I can still be with you after knowing this. And I suggest you give me plenty of space while I make up my mind. It's important if you want there to be any hope at all for this relationship."

After a while she went out again, and told me just to get dinner on my own. She wasn't back until late, long after I'd gone to bed in the spare bedroom. The next day she slept late, and went out again most of the day.

She didn't come home until after I had eaten. She sat down in front of me, and said, "We have to talk.

"I love you very much," she continued. "But I can't handle what you told me. It's disgusting, and I hate it, and so even though I love you, I can't stand you right now."

"Isn't there anything at all I can do to help make it better?" I asked. At this she began to cry. "No," she said. "It's too painful now. In fact I can't handle you living here any more. I'm going to have to ask you to move out as soon as you can."

"Does this mean we're not engaged any more," I replied. At this she sobbed louder, ripped the engagement ring off her finger and threw it at my feet.

"Just get away from me," she screamed. "I don't want to even see you now." I retreated to my room. The next morning she went to work early and I didn't even see her. I could tell by her coldness that evening it really was time to move. I found an apartment within a week and had all my stuff out a day or two later.

I was devastated. Afterward, it seemed I did nothing but go to work and otherwise just seemed to sit at home heartbroken.

After a few months of this I was at home reading one Saturday when the phone rang. It was Alison. As soon as the hello's were done, she said, "I really do want to apologize for how I treated you when we broke up. I don't want to say more over the phone. Could we meet somewhere?"

I agreed immediately, and hope was making my heart beat faster. We met about an hour later at a roadside diner where there were a lot of private booths.

"Gregg," she told me looking into my eyes. "I know I was very unfair to you when you confessed what your relationship had been with Lynette. I said some very hurtful things, and I'm deeply, deeply sorry."

"That's OK Alison," I said tentatively. "Does this mean we can start seeing each other again?"

"No Gregg. I'm sorry. It doesn't," she said. "You see after you moved out I started thinking about everything you said, and it made me feel things I hadn't felt before. Once I quit being angry I started wondering about myself. A couple of months ago, I went out for drinks with one of the new partners at work. She's a beautiful wonderful woman, and I've been fascinated with her since I started working there.

"After we'd had a little wine, she interrogated me gently about why I had been feeling out of sorts, and I just told her everything about us."

My heart sank. I'd had no idea she might be bisexual.

Alison picked up on my feeling, and said, "It's not exactly what you think, Gregg. She did take me home that night, and we did make love, but she introduced me to a whole new world. I'm her slave now, and I've never been happier."

I was miserable. "But then, why are we even talking now?" I asked.

"That's just it," said Alison, grabbing my hand. "I still care about you. Love you even. But we could never be a couple because what I know now is I have to have someone to dominate me, and you're a slave, too."

I stated to protest, but she held up her hand. "No, Gregg. I'm right on this. You could never dominate me. Remember I lived with you for the better part of a year. It's just not in you. Besides I belong to Melissa now."

"But what about us?" I exclaimed.

"That's just it," said Alison. "There is a way we can be closer together that wouldn't violate my commitment to Melissa, and would give you what you need as well. Are you willing to trust me?"

"I'm not sure I have a choice. I love you so much I'd do just about anything to be close to you again," I said.

"Oh, that's wonderful news!" Alison smiled as sweetly as I used to remember from our best moments when we were together. "Let me make a call," she said. She stepped away from the booth, dialed a number on her cell phone, and spoke into it for a couple of minutes.

After she was done, she walked over, leaned down, gave me a kiss, and plunked down into the booth beside me. "You are so not going to be sorry," she said. She looked straight at me. "Do you have plans this afternoon?"

I admitted I did not. "Good!" She said. "You'll need to come with me."

"But what's going to happen? I asked, bewildered.

"Sh-h! You'll just have to trust me," she said, smiling.

She took me by the hand to her car, and drove us out of town until she came to a gate that led into a large wooded property. "Where's this?" I asked. She just hushed me again as she turned into the lane.

We drove up to a large manorial looking home with a couple of smaller houses close by. She parked the car, went up the manor house and knocked. The door opened quickly and we went in, off to the left there was a study with the door ajar. Alison took me over there and we went in.

Sitting in a chair was a lovely dark-haired woman in equestrian gear. She turned around from her desk. Alison immediately rushed over, knelt down and kissed her feet passionately. "Alison, dear, how lovely to see you," the woman said as she pulled Alison to an upright kneeling position and embraced her warmly. They kissed deeply. "It's always so good to see you, Mistress," she said.

Alison then turned to face me, kneeling beside the other woman's chair. She motioned nervously with her hand. "Gregg, get on your knees!" she whispered. I felt I had no choice and did as she asked.

After I was on my knees, the woman eyed me for a moment, then looked down at Alison, saying, "And what is this charming treat you've brought me?"

"This is Gregg, Mistress," Alison replied. "Oh-ho! You've done well indeed," the woman said. "He's the one you told me about when we had our first talk, Isn't he?" Alison nodded. "Very good then. Alison honey, you're dismissed."

Alison immediately kissed the woman's feet, got up, and left the room shutting the door behind her. Here I was on my knees before this woman I did not know, and the woman I loved had left me there alone with her. What was going on?

"Hello Gregg," the woman said. "I'm Melissa, Mistress Melissa to you. I'm a law partner at the firm where Alison works. I also have money of my own. This house, the other buildings, the land around them, and the people in them all belong to me. No one can even be a guest in this house more than once unless they belong to me.

"I think Alison told you she's my slave, as is everyone else who lives here or visits here frequently. She's a wonderful lover among many other things."

At this I started. "I feel badly for you losing that," Melissa said, "But Alison has made the right choice. You have the chance to make a good choice, too, and you will have the chance to be around Alison if you make it, even though she still will belong to me."

"I feel like I don't know what I'd be getting into, Mistress," I said.

Melissa smiled. "You do have manners. That's very good. You might do well here, you know," she said. "Your question is perfectly reasonable.

"I possess five women and two men, including Alison. Becky, whom you certainly will meet if you make the right choice, is a slave, but she serves as my assistant and to some degree as overseer of the other slaves.

"Some of the slaves live here. Two of the women, including Alison, do not, but do spend most of their free time here with me. I encourage my slaves to be close friends, and even intimate with one another, but that is of course subject to my desire at all times because their bodies continue to belong to me.

"The slaves take care of all the household and property maintenance chores, and run all the errands. This gives me the leisure to concentrate on my work and on my own life. They also must always remain available for direct personal service to me.

"I consider the submission the slaves give me as a very profound practical and emotional gift, and I am grateful for what they give me and sacrifice for me every single day. I think you could be one of them, if you're worthy.

"I'm going to start with a little test. Take off your clothes for me, pile them neatly over there, and kneel back down where you were. That's good," she said as I did so.

This was humiliating. I didn't even know Melissa, and here I was, naked in front of her, and my Alison was somewhere else in the house. "I see your little penis is excited to see me," she grinned. "Now I want you to masturbate for me."

"But . . .!" I exclaimed.

"I don't want to hear another word. If you are not willing to do what I say, just get your clothes back on. I'll call Alison. She'll drive you back to your car, and you'll never see her again. It's your choice."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and I began stroking. I masturbated furiously and it felt oh so good. As I got close to the edge I called out, "Mistress, I think I'm going to come!"

"Stop!" she said firmly a moment later, and I did. The frustration was intense and there were tears in my eyes. My breathing was ragged. "See. You already respond to my commands," she said. "And I can tell you're enjoying this. I think when you say yes, you'll be glad you did."

Then she ordered me once again to masturbate, and when I got to the brink she stopped me. She repeated this three more times. At the end of the third time as I got to the brink, she said, "Now come for me. Come for me hard and say my name over and over again as you do. Also catch as much of your come as possible in your other hand"

At that I started coming in one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. "Melissa! Melissa! Melissa! Mistress!" I called out as the hot come gushed onto my hand and onto the floor. "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you," I sighed as the last pulsations ended.

"Good," said Melissa. "Now lap up every last drop. Don't look that way. Just do it," she said. I did as she said and lapped the hot sticky mess from my hands. "Don't forget the mess you left on the floor," said Melissa, and I knelt to the floor and licked that up, too.

"This shows," said Melissa, "that your sexuality will belong to me, regardless of what feelings you might have for Alison." She turned around and pressed a button on her desk. A moment later, another woman poked her head in the door. She eyed me with curiosity.

"Becky, honey, would you please tell Alison to come here for me?"

"Yes, Mistress," Becky replied and shut the door. In a few moments, Alison came in the room, kissed Melissa's feet, and turned to look at me as I knelt there, naked, come still plastered to my penis. Alison looked both sad and hopeful at the same time.

"Alison, dear, I think I'm going to offer Gregg the opportunity to be one of my slaves," said Melissa. "But since you and he used to be engaged you are allowed to object if you wish."

"No, Mistress. I want him here," Alison said softly.

"That's good," said Melissa. "Gregg," she said. "Get dressed. Alison will take you back to your car. You will have one week to decide. Alison will call you one week from today, and if you say yes, she will bring you back out here and you will become my slave immediately. Do you understand?

"Also I don't want you to date anyone or to masturbate before you hear from Alison. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress it is," I said. At that Melissa turned back to her desk and began to examine some papers there. I got dressed. When I was done, Alison motioned back, and whispered, "Kiss the Mistress's feet before you leave."

I crawled over to the desk, knelt down and kissed Melissa's feet. She just kept on working, and I backed up so Alison could do the same. After that, Alison took me by the hand and we went back to her car.

She was quiet on the drive back to town. When she pulled into the parking lot at the diner, she turned to me and said, "Gregg, this is our one chance to ever spend time together. I miss you so much! We'll both belong to Melissa, but we'll belong to her together. Please say yes when I call you next week. Please!"

I drew her to me, held her, and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'll wait for your call," I said. She nodded, her eyes full of tears. I was crying, too.

"I'll talk to you next week," she said in a soft voice as I got out of the car. I smiled and kissed her hand.

"Until then," I replied. I gave Alison one last look, then got in my car and drove home.

I thought about what had happened all week. I still wanted to get closer to Alison, Mistress Melissa was incredibly charismatic, and I felt a sense of wonder in her presence as I rolled over and over in my mind what she had made me do. But I could not quite get my arms around being one of many slaves in a household, and so when the phone rang the following Saturday promptly at 9 am, I still had not made a decision.

It was Alison of course. "Hi Gregg," she said tentatively. We made a little small talk, and then she asked me directly, "Are you going to come be with us and serve our Mistress? I so hope you say yes. I can't bear to lose you again." She began to cry.

I melted then and there. "Alison, don't cry. Sure I'll come. I'll be with you and serve our Mistress with you."

"Oh thank you. Thank you Gregg," gasped Alison. "You don't know how much this means to me.

"Now here's what you need to do. You need to pack up all the clothes you need for work for the coming week, and your toothbrush and stuff, and meet me at the diner promptly in one hour. Can you do that Gregg?"

This meant I was going to be staying at the compound, and looked like much more than I had bargained for. But I had already said yes and made the commitment. "I'll be there," I told her.

An hour later, I was in the parking lot at the diner when Alison pulled up with another woman in the car. I recognized her as Becky from the previous week, the woman Mistress Melissa said had oversight over the household and its slaves.

When I began to get out of the car, Alison rolled down her window and said, "No. Get back in. You're going to be following us out to the compound."

"OK," I said and got back behind the wheel. About a half hour later we were pulling up to the manor house. Becky and Alison got out of their car and I got out of mine. Becky held out her hand. She was a short, solid pretty woman. "Give me your car keys," she said. I turned and looked at Alison, and she made a quick motion with her head like "Do what she says." So I handed Becky my car keys.

"Someone will take your luggage to where you are going to stay and put your car in the garage. I want you to go in the front door, take off all your clothes, fold them neatly and kneel right there in the entry way. I'll come get you in a few minutes."

"Uh, OK," I said. Becky immediately slapped my face. "That's, 'Yes ma'am,' to you, Gregg. I'm Mistress Melissa's slave, but I'm certainly not yours. She trusts me to oversee this household for her, and you will treat me with respect. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

"Good. Then do as you're told." Alison hadn't said a word. I went in the door, stripped and knelt where Becky had told me.

A few minutes later Becky appeared in front of me and said, "Kiss my feet, slave." I did as she asked.

"Good," she said. "Now I'm going to explain a few things to you that you need to know to be able to start living here. That's right," she said to my quizzical look. "You're going to live here starting today, as long as you are serving in this household, whether it's one week or the rest of your life. It's what you're going to have to do if you ever want to see your precious Alison again."

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am," I said. Already the decision had been taken out of my hands.

"OK, then," she said. "The first thing you've already begun to know. To you, I'm Miss Becky, and you are to address me as Miss Becky or ma'am. Is that clear?
"Yes, Miss Becky," I replied.

"All right," she said. She went on to explain some of what was going to happen to me. After she was done, she came up to me, fastened a collar around my neck, and attached a leash to it. She then led me, nude, through a covered walkway into one of the smaller houses, where she unlocked a door, and said, "This will be your room."

We went in. There was a twin bed and a few simple furnishings. My luggage was right there, just as promised. There was a small bathroom and shower with no door.

Becky unfastened the leash and collar and said, "Take a shower right now, and shave your entire body. I'm going to stay and supervise so you don't do anything unauthorized with that dick of yours, big boy. You really will be punished if you do."

So she pulled a chair into the bathroom. I was really hot and bothered from not having had any release since the orgasm in Mistress Melissa's office, and having a pretty woman sitting there smirking as I showered and shaved made it even worse.

After I had got done and toweled off, Miss Becky sat on the bed and had me kneel on the floor by her feet. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Alison walked in. She had a collar on her neck, too, a much more elaborate one than mine. She had on a red micro mini skirt and a bikini top of the same color. She was carrying a tape measure.

"Stand up," Miss Becky said. I did so. Alison and I could not help ourselves; we fell into each others' arms crying. It was so good to feel her body next to mine. We kissed deeply. After a couple of minutes of this, Miss Becky said, "Enough of the romance, you two. Alison, you have a job to do."

"Yes, ma'am," she said. Alison got out the tape measure and began to measure my waist my thighs and even the length of my penis. I was confused, but it felt amazingly good to have her touch me there. After she was done, Miss Becky said, "You can go now."

Alison said, "Yes ma'am," and immediately left the room. Some minutes later the doorknob turned and Mistress Melissa entered. This time she was wearing black pants and an elegant looking white blouse. Miss Becky immediately got to her knees and kissed the Mistress' feet, and I kissed her feet also.

She took each of us gently by the chin and had us kneel up. "Becky honey, you've done a really nice job primping him for me. Thank you. You can go now." Miss Becky immediately bowed down again and kissed the Mistress' feet. Then she got up to go and the two women grabbed each other and kissed passionately before Miss Becky left the room.

Mistress Melissa sat on the bed and had me kneel to face her. "You know why you're here, do you not?" she asked.

"To serve you, Mistress," I replied quickly.

"Well yes," she laughed. "There is that. But no, the real reason you are here is as a special favor to Alison. She's very special to me. So if you do anything that makes her unhappy, make any demands on her, or do or say anything that makes it more difficult for her to serve me, you are out of here. Immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress,' I said.

She nodded. "You are on probation for the next two weeks. You have that long to learn the ways of this household, and to fit in. I know Alison will help. She does want you here.

You'll be confined to these quarters and see no one until some time tomorrow afternoon. You'll see why then."

This confused me, but all I said was, "Yes Mistress."

"In addition to Becky and Alison, I have three other female slaves, and two other male slaves. You will meet them after your confinement ends. The females who live here have quarters in another building. You and the other males are not allowed to go there.

"The females do have access to this building, and if one shows up at your room with a key to get in it means she has my permission to have intimate contact with you if she wishes. You are not allowed to deny her this.

"Most other times you are not allowed to have erotic contact with any of the females, especially Alison."

My heart sank. "Here, you have to remember, your bodies belong to me, and erotic contact between you and any of the females will only occur if it pleases me, and I give permission to the female. You are not allowed to ask.

"However you are allowed erotic contact with the other two males, if that's to your taste, and either of them is agreeable to the idea."

I shook my head vigorously and Mistress Melissa laughed. She had a wonderful laugh. "They're actually having an affair right now, so they might not be too game for a third party anyway," she said with a smile.

"What skills do you have to offer the household?" she asked after a moment. I told her I was good at electrical work, having worked as an electrician a couple of summers during college.

"That's wonderful," she said. "We've been needing somebody with those skills for a long time. I think this could work out well. Just let Becky know if you need tools or need to take any refresher courses in town if your skills are rusty at all.

"When you've passed your probation and proved you can contribute to the well-being of this household, there will be a formal induction ceremony at which you will commit yourself to the household and to my service personally.

"At that point you will place all your worldly goods and all your finances into a trust account I will administer." At this my eyes got big. "You won't be sorry," she smiled. "I'm a very good investor, and a couple of my slaves are now millionaires. All of them have done quite well."

Then she said, "Kneel up," and took my penis in hand. It got hard quickly. "Yes, this does excite you," she said. "I'm very optimistic. This poor thing, though," she said, giving my penis a squeeze, "will have to learn some discipline. You'll be alone and unsupervised until tomorrow afternoon, and I'm counting on you to not misbehave. Can you do that for your Mistress?" I nodded. "Yes, Mistress," I said.

She got up to go and I knelt down to kiss her feet. She smiled again. She left the room, locking the door behind her, and I was alone. The door lock was on the outside only. At noon and again at dinner time, Miss Becky appeared leading a collared male by a leash. The male had on a full face mask and some kind of contraption I could not make out around his waist. He carried a meal tray, which he handed to me. Forty-five minutes later each time they came around again and the male fetched the tray. There was no talking.

I didn't sleep well that night. The next morning and noon the meal service was the same as Saturday. Neither Miss Becky nor the male spoke. About two hours later, Mistress Melissa entered the room followed by Miss Becky. Miss Becky was carrying something in a package. I knelt and kissed Mistress Melissa's feet and Miss Becky's feet. Miss Becky told me to stand with my legs spread and I did so. She then pulled a plastic contraption out of the package and showed it to me.

"Gregg, this is a chastity belt that has been custom made for you." I must have looked confused. Mistress Melissa said, "In this house all males are required to be in chastity at all times except on the rare occasions I decide otherwise.

"This is done so that each male realizes that his body and his sexuality are my property. Also I believe that any self-willed penetration of a female by a male in this house is an outrage and not to be permitted. Because you are in chastity, the females will be able to have intimate access to you without there being any concern that you can commit this outrage. Also because I retain the key, any physical pleasure you are allowed to experience will be under my complete control."

At this point Miss Becky placed the belt on me and snapped it into place. I liked when she touched my penis, but quickly it was encased in hard impenetrable plastic. Miss Becky then took me into the bathroom, showed me how to wash under it, how I would have to pee sitting down from now on, and gave me some pointers to keep it comfortable.

She then led me back to the Mistress, and had me kneel before her. "Sweetheart, that's all I'll need. Thank you," said Mistress Melissa. Miss Becky knelt quickly, kissed Mistress Melissa's feet and left the room.

The Domina looked at me intensely and said, "You are now almost ready to be introduced to the household. Some things I want you to understand. First if I am not present at any time, you are to obey Miss Becky as if she were me. She is allowed to punish you for infractions as she sees fit, and she is to be treated with the utmost respect at all times. However she has no right to confer or revoke sexual privileges, and does not have access to the chastity belt keys.

"You will receive your work assignments from Miss Becky. She is responsible for taking care of all your practical needs here, such as your transportation to and from your job.

"Second you like the other males are to be nude at all times while indoors here, except when dressing to go to work, or if you need to wear protective clothing of some kind while doing work around the house. Appropriate clothing will be provided if you need to work outdoors, or for any authorized outdoor recreation when the weather is too inclement for nudity.

"All the females are required to wear bottoms in the house at any time there are males present. They may go topless or cover up above as they choose. From time to time you males will be confined to your rooms so that the females can disport nude or during ceremonials where female nudity is required.

"Third the females do outrank you males and you will be conscious of this at all times, and treat them with the utmost courtesy and respect.

"Will you do all this for me, Gregg? Will you?"

"Yes Mistress Melissa, I promise you I will." I knelt down immediately and covered her feet with kisses and tears. My heart was beating fast. I was a jumble of emotions, and the plastic enclosing my manhood was confusing my body.

She raised me up and cupped my chin in her hand, caressing my face gently. "Dear boy, you're so brave for me. I think you are going to make a good slave, and I think you have what it takes to be happy here. I know this will be difficult, but I know you will be strong for me. Thank you for doing this."

"You're welcome, Mistress Melissa," I stuttered, "I want to serve you well."

"And you will, Gregg," she said. She turned to go, then turned back to me and smiled. "I think there's someone here to see you," she added.

I saw Alison. She knelt immediately and kissed the Mistress's feet, and then came into the room as Melissa left. She knelt down in front of me, wrapped me in her arms, and we kissed passionately. She was wearing a white camisole and a tiny black bikini bottom. Our hands were all over each other.

Quickly we were on the bed and she was out of her top. I rubbed my entire body against her and suckled each of her breasts. I laid her on her back and kissed down to her navel and worshipped the insides of her legs. I kissed her vulva reverently through her panties. I put my hands in the waistband of her panties to take them off and she nodded with a sad look in her eyes.

I pulled her pants off and performed oral sex on her until she came four times. She was bucking and screaming and crying all at once. Finally she lay still, and I placed my head on her belly.

After a moment I looked up at her with hope in my eyes. "No, Gregg," she said softly. "I don't have the key. I'm not supposed to help you that way. I'm so sorry."

"But this is so unfair," I wailed.

"Yes of course it is," replied Alison. "But we both belong to Mistress Melissa now, and this is the way she wants it." She pulled me up to her face and looked me in the eyes. "If you had never told me about Lynette, I would never have known I had this need, and we would still be together, just you and me. But you did tell me, and now I know I need this.

"I need Mistress Melissa, Gregg. I need her and I'm incredibly grateful to her that she let me into her world, and then she let you in, to be a special friend to me. She's perfect, Gregg. You'll see."

"Alison, I haven't made love to anybody since we broke up. I guess I was waiting for you to come back. And now here you are and I still can't have you."

"But you can be with me in so many other ways, Gregg," she said. "I tried dating after we broke up and even slept with three different guys, but none of them were anything like you, and it just didn't work. Then I met Mistress Melissa and nothing's been the same since."

"Do you still date then?" I asked.

"No, silly. Of course not. I belong to Mistress Melissa, and I haven't had sex with anyone outside this household since she made me hers."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

She looked at me with even more intensity. "Gregg, Mistress Melissa encourages all the females to become lovers with one another, and I'm part of that. I'm particularly close to a girl you'll meet at dinner tonight named Meghan. We share a room now, the nights I stay here. She's brilliant. An artist. She has her studio here. But I've made love to all the females here, including Miss Becky, and I've even had the privilege of sharing a bed with Mistress Melissa a few times. I never thought I might be a lesbian, or bisexual, but I've never had more pleasure in my life. I'm sorry, Gregg. I can't go back and I don't even want to go back.

"But I'm on the outside looking in," I said.

"No you're not, honey. You're going to be a part of us now. You see, Mistress Melissa teaches us that females reach their peak of intuition and devoted service when we orgasm frequently and particularly when we do so with another female. She says that males by contrast reach their peak of intuition and service when they are denied almost all orgasms. You have different needs than we do and that's why there's a different system for you."

"This is just so hard," I said.

"I know it is, sweetheart," she replied. "But I know you're being brave for Mistress Melissa and I know you'll be even braver for me. You can do this."

I nodded, still disconsolate. I'll do my very best, Alison," I said.

"Of course you will, and I know you'll be successful," she replied. She jumped up off the bed, found her bikini bottoms and camisole, put them on and slipped out the door. "See you at dinner, Gregg," she said lightly as the door closed behind her.

I lay back on the bed, my heart a jumble of emotions as I contemplated everything Alison had told me. It hurt me that she had so much freedom with the women but was not allowed to be fully intimate with me. It hurt that she belonged to someone else, and was happy she did. My penis hurt as it throbbed against the chastity equipment trying to get hard.

About three hours later Miss Becky entered the room. She was dressed in a black low-cut leather bustier that showed her ample cleavage and a matching leather skirt with expensive knee boots and black stockings. She also was wearing an elaborate collar. I took a moment too long before I got off the bed, knelt down and kissed her feet. As soon as I knelt up she slapped me across the face. "You're going to have to learn to be prompt when homage is due," she told me. "In fact you are going to have to learn a lot of things quickly unless you want to be punished all the time.

"Anyway, I'm here to educate you a little more on how you need to behave here and what the rules are. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. She then took out two alligator clamps and fastened one to each nipple. The pain was intense. Miss Becky giggled. "Pain is part of how you learn obedience," she said.

You've noticed you are not allowed to have a watch and that there is no clock in your room." She continued. I nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"In fact there are no clocks anywhere in this house where any slave besides me has regular access. Do you see that metal grating over there?" I looked in the direction of my bed and nodded. "That's a one-way intercom. When it's time for you to get up, an alarm will ring through there, and you will report to me in the main house as quickly as you can. If you take longer than 30 minutes, you will be punished.

"If it is a work day I will arrange for you to be transported to your job. If it is not I will give you your housework assignments for the day. If you are not going to work, you will of course be naked when you report to me. On workdays you will be transported back here after work, and will report to me as soon as you are nude to receive any evening work assignments.

"Dinner tonight is a sort of party to welcome you to the household and to wish you success in your probation. After tonight, though, you can expect to be on kitchen or table service duty at every meal you are here until your probation is done." At this she grinned evilly. "You can count on having plenty of other chores as well.

"If you do have any free time there is a small library off the main dining area. In it you will find books and articles about female domination and female superiority. It is your responsibility to be familiar with these materials and to be guided by them.

"Do you have any questions?" she asked. I couldn't think of a one, so she continued with instructions on dinner etiquette in the household as I knelt there before her,

I must have looked startled. She said, "Please understand that even though you are more or less permanently denied release, and even though respect is essential, we promote an atmosphere here of erotic pleasure and sensual friendship. To a degree we are all in love with one another. Mistress gives us permission.

One slave will be in the kitchen and that one and one other will be serving as well. You are not to have any direct conversation with them while they are serving. You will meet them another time." She reached down and took the clips off my nipples. They hurt even more as the blood rushed back into them.

She pulled me to my feet by my collar. "Shall we go to dinner," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, and followed her out of the room. We went through the walkway between the buildings, came into the main house and turned into a large dining area where Miss Becky left me. The two serving slaves, a male who in addition to his chastity belt was wearing a white collar and a black bow tie and a female dressed in a French maid's outfit with a very short skirt were bustling about the dining area. The male was medium sized and blonde with close cut hair. Like me he was completely shaved. The female had large brown eyes and brown hair hanging down to her shoulders.

I then saw Mistress Melissa in a dazzling red off-the-shoulder evening gown with red high heels. A female slave with blonde curly hair was on her knees speaking to the Mistress. The female had on a short black skirt with thigh-high black stockings. She had on a beautiful gold-colored collar and was topless.

As soon as I saw Mistress Melissa, I rushed over to her, knelt down and kissed her feet. "It's nice to see you, Gregg," she said. "Kneel up, please." I did so. She put her hand under my chin and turned me to face the young woman, who was kneeling up facing me.

"Gregg, I'd like you to meet Meghan," the Mistress said. "Meghan, this is Gregg."

Meghan took my hand as if to shake, then thought better of it. She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me fiercely. "Gregg," she said. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you. Alison has told me so much about you I feel like you're a friend of mine already. It's so great you're going to be part of us."

I was a jumble of emotions. There was my attraction to Mistress Melissa at whose feet we both knelt. There were Meghan's lovely breasts with the tiny erect pink nipples. There was her obviously delighted face as she smiled at me. And there I was looking straight at Alison's lover, who now could have my sweetheart in so many ways I could not. I felt jealous and turned on at the same time.
"I'm . . . happy to meet you, Meghan," I said. "I-it's an honor," I stammered out.

"Oh you two just crack me up," said Mistress Melissa laughing. "Meghan, honey, please take Gregg around and introduce him to the rest of the household."

"Yes Mistress." She said, kissing Melissa's feet. She took me by the hand saying, "C'mon, Gregg, let's go." I bent down, kissed the Mistress' feet as well and got up to follow her.

Standing nearby, having an animated conversation with Miss Becky was a tallish dark haired woman with her hair in a bob and large breasts. She was wearing a short black low-cut sleeveless jacket and a tight black miniskirt. I could see an elaborate tattoo at the base of her spine and another one or two on her neck.

"Jennifer, this is Gregg, our newbie" Meghan smiled. "Jennifer extended her hand, and immediately I bent down to kiss it. "Well he certainly has nice manners," she said to Miss Becky. Miss Becky extended her hand and immediately I bent down to kiss it as well.

The two women went back to their conversation and Meghan took me to a corner of the room where Alison was talking to a male, nude and locked in chastity like me. He had pierced nipples and thick black hair. Also like me he was shaven all over.

"That's Kevin. He and Jennifer are brother and sister," Meghan whispered. "They came here together." As Meghan and I walked up, Alison put her arms around Kevin's neck and kissed him with an open mouth.

Alison was dressed demurely in a grey knee-length skirt and an elegant white blouse. My heart was torn at what I had just seen. Meghan immediately walked up with me in tow. "Meghan, sweetie, It's great to see you!" she exclaimed, taking Meghan into her arms. The two kissed, and rocked together for a moment, caressing each others' hair.

They separated. Alison gave Meghan's bare breast a quick squeeze, looked at me, smiled and said, "It's nice to see you mingle well in company, Gregg." With that she took my face in her hands and kissed me, though not deeply.

Meghan said, "I'm forgetting my manners! Gregg, this is Kevin." I turned to him and as instructed by Miss Becky, we kissed quickly on the mouth. "This is an interesting new pet for the Mistress," said Kevin. "I don't think he's my type, though."

Alison giggled. "You'll like him well enough once you get to know him. I certainly did," she said.

"Well I guess that's why he's here," Kevin replied and walked off. Now Alison and Meghan were arm in arm smiling at me. Each of them took one of my hands. "I know this isn't completely easy for you, Gregg," said Alison. But you'll learn to love it once you find out how free we all are here to love and touch one another."

At this the two women pulled me closer. "Why don't we sneak off after dinner and go somewhere, take off our shirts and cuddle with this poor boy," said Alison. "If I know my Gregg, it's sure to make him feel better."

I must have looked doubtful, because Meghan smiled, looked hard at me and said, "Come on, Gregg, It'll be great. You haven't lost Alison. You've gained all of us, and the Mistress, too. You'll see. Please say yes." I nodded feeling a little bit weak. The female hormones in the room were strong and I felt a bit shaky on my feet. I nodded and a weak sort of smile crept to my face.

A moment later, Miss Becky rang a dinner bell, and we all began moving towards the dining table, which was now piled high with food. I took my place at one side of the table next to Kevin, who was to my left, in the seat nearer the Mistress. Alison, Meghan and Jennifer were seated on the other side of the table facing us, with Alison nearest the Mistress, Meghan in the middle, and Jennifer on her opposite side.

Mistress Melissa sat in an ornate chair at the head of the table, and Miss Becky sat in a chair like ours at the foot. The two serving slaves stood on opposite sides of the table behind the diners, the female behind Kevin and me and the male behind Alison, Meghan and Jennifer.

The Mistress tapped her glass and asked for quiet. "I think everyone knows we have among us a new novice, and I think everyone at table has met him," she said. "He's a lovely boy, and I think he is going to fit in well here, and I know you'll show him how much love is in this house, and what a rich experience it is to be here, and to belong to me.

"So please make Gregg feel welcome." Meghan, Alison and Kevin, even Miss Becky, showed warm smiles as did the Mistress. Jennifer, however, looked like a cloud had passed over her. She was not smiling.

"Gregg, would you like to say something before we eat?" asked the Mistress. I stood up. "I just want to say, even though I'm frightened, how much your warm welcome means to me. I can see how much you love each other, and I only hope I can love all of you half as well." After that, I sat back down.

"Very nicely put Gregg sweetheart. Now shall we eat?" Immediately we all dug in. the food was delicious and the conversation lively. I found out that Kevin was an accomplished musician, and that Meghan's art works had been exhibited in three major cities. Jennifer had been a banker and now assisted the Mistress with investment strategy.

Miss Becky told me she had been the property manager at Mistress Melissa's condo in town, and that was where the two had met. Now she managed the Mistress' property where we were living as a full-time job, in addition to overseeing the household's slaves. I had the impression she was Mistress Melissa's primary lover.

"That doesn't make any difference," she told me. "In the end we all are Mistress Melissa's property, and I'm subject to the same requirements of obedience and discipline as the other females. And it's worth it. I'm so much happier and so much a better person since I submitted to her and agreed to wear her collar. I'd never go back."

Mistress Melissa told us about her recent vacation in East Asia. Her insights were fascinating. She told us about a boyfriend in town she'd just had to break up with because he "just didn't understand anything. He was hot in bed though." As the table laughed over this man's foibles while the Mistress described him it became clear this was Stephen, who when he was an undergrad at the university had been Cynthia's lover and had broken up my first submissive relationship with a woman.

I breathed a very discreet sigh of relief when I figured this out. One less thing to stand in my way, I thought. This surprised me. I was finding myself really wanting to belong to this unique household and to Mistress Melissa. I even was beginning to feel a genuine liking for Miss Becky in spite of (or maybe because of) her disciplinarian ways.

Only Jennifer could not so much as crack a smile, and barely participated in the conversation. As the serving slave began bringing dessert, Mistress Melissa looked in Jennifer's direction and asked, "Jennifer honey, is anything the matter?"

"Mistress, I hate how you are always bringing new slaves into the house and putting them closer to you when they can't give you what I do," she said, with I expect more vehemence than she had intended.

"Why whatever do you mean, Jennifer," said the Mistress, an edge creeping into her voice.

"You bring these little brats in here, and they don't know how to serve you like I do, and then you favor them over me, and give them all the same privileges as me when they haven't been here nearly as long. It's not right!" she yelled.

"Jennifer, that will be quite enough," said the Mistress very firmly, but without raising her voice. "I think you are trying to make poor Gregg here feel unwelcome, and worse, you've insulted this precious household, and you've insulted me.

"I want you to go over to the punishment cross, take off all your clothes, grab the pegs above your head, and stand facing the dining table with your legs spread. Do it now."

"But Mistress, there's males present. That's against the rules. I'm just telling you what I think."

"And tonight I've heard quite enough of what you think," replied the Mistress. "This is my house and you are my property and you will do as you are told, unless you don't want to be my property any more."

"But Mistress . . . Yes Mistress," Jennifer replied softly, her shoulders slumped. She walked over to a St. Andrews Cross that I now saw was set up about 20 feet from the table directly in front of me and behind the three women's seats.

Immediately she shucked off her clothes and, naked, gripped the pegs above her head and stood there for all of us to see. Her body was beautiful and proud with her legs spread, her shaven sex clearly visible, her breasts thrust out and her tattoos on display.

Kevin looked astonished, proud and angry all at once, but he kept his peace. Alison and Meghan and I just stared. Quickly the Mistress said, "Ignore her for now. Let's enjoy our dessert. She can stand there and think about it for now, and she can be punished when we are done.

At that she called out, "Jeff, Shauna, come here. Eat dessert with the rest of us. You can clean up later. And this way you'll get to meet Gregg." Immediately the two serving slaves stopped what they were doing and approached the table. Each kissed the Mistress' feet and turned to approach me. I rose as the male stepped forward towards me. "Gregg, this is Jeff, Jeff, Gregg" said the Mistress.

He and I kissed on the mouth as I had been instructed. "It's really nice to meet you," he said. "Alison's said so many nice things about you, and so far she's described you to a tee." He grinned. "It's a real pleasure. I hope I can live up to my billing," I replied with a grin of my own. Now Shauna came up. She had a cheerful smile on her face and the maid's outfit looked great on her.

"Gregg, this is Shauna. Shauna, Gregg," said the Mistress. I took Shauna's hand and began raising it to my lips, but she stopped me, raised her face to mine and gave me a great big kiss. "Welcome to our home, Gregg. This is going to be great," she said in a wonderful soft voice, hugging me. I hugged back and told her, "It's great meeting you, too."

Jeff and Shauna went to get chairs. Jeff placed his between the Mistress and Kevin, and Shauna placed hers between Meghan's and Jennifer's. We continued eating and talking. Jeff turned out to have been a postdoc at the University and Shauna was a radio disc jockey with an afternoon drive time show. Jeff now lived out at the compound and was the full-time groundskeeper.

After we had finished eating and had a moment to relax, the mistress said, "I think it's time we punished Jennifer for her unkind behavior. Jennifer, do you understand how wrong you were to say what you did at table a few minutes ago?"

"Yes Mistress, I do," she said. "This is your house and I am your property. The rules are yours to make and unmake as you choose, and my only choice is to obey them. I was wrong to entertain even a thought of questioning them. I feel I've dishonored this house, the other slaves and you. Please punish me."

"Very well," said the Mistress. "Turn and face the cross with your legs spread and put your hands back on the pegs." Jennifer did so. "Becky, please do the honors," the Mistress said. Miss Becky then stood up, walked over to the Mistress, knelt and kissed her feet reverently.

When Mistress Melissa raised her, Miss Becky walked over to a corner of the room and came back carrying a long rattan cane. "You will receive ten for your disobedience tonight," said the Mistress. "You will count each one and will thank me for each as Miss Becky deals it out. You will make no other sound on pain of the punishment being doubled. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress," replied Jennifer softly. "Very well then Becky. Begin," said the Mistress.

Miss Becky cocked her hand and gave Jennifer a smart stroke. An angry red welt appeared on her behind. "One. Thank you Mistress," she said. The process was repeated. "Two. Thank you Mistress. Three. Thank you Mistress," and after what seemed like an eternity as Jennifer's ass got redder and even began to bleed a little, finally, "Ten. Thank you Mistress."

At this Mistress Melissa walked over to the cross, took Jennifer into her arms and cradled her softly. Jennifer looked so naked and vulnerable. The Mistress released the clinch and said to Jennifer, "Go to your room right now. Do not put on clothes and do not come out again until you are told. Becky, follow her and see that she's locked in." At that Jennifer knelt, kissed the Mistress' feet and walked out of the room followed closely by Miss Becky.

Mistress Melissa turned to face the rest of us and said, "I think that's quite enough for one night. Why don't the rest of you go to your rooms, or," and at this she smiled a conspiratorial smile "anywhere else you think might be nice. Shauna, why don't you remain behind for a few minutes?"

At this all of us lined up to kiss the Mistress' feet and got up to go. Shauna stayed kneeling there, the Mistress' hand caressing her hair. Meghan and Alison came up and each took me by a hand. They pulled me towards a room I hadn't seen yet.

It looked like a small room but it had a giant four poster bed in the middle. The two women pulled me toward the wall facing it. They immediately began kissing and groping each other as their clothes went flying. Their passion for each other was crystal clear. I felt a confusion of jealousy and admiration as they went at it.

They suckled each others' breasts and touched each other anywhere they could reach. Then Alison pushed Meghan onto the bed and the smaller woman spread her legs. Alison buried her face in Meghan's sex. Meghan writhed in complete enjoyment, and Alison did not stop until Meghan had come to climax at least twice.

Then Alison jumped up on the bed and sat on Meghan's face until she had had her fill. The two then sat face to face their pudenda jammed together. They looked intensely in each others' eyes as they came at least twice more.

After that they lay entwined for a few minutes, until Alison crooked her finger and said, "Come here Gregg. Join us." I did and the two women got on either side of me and covered my body with kisses. In spite of the frustration of my confined sex, I reciprocated with enthusiasm and had begun going down on Meghan when I heard the Mistress' voice in the room. "Girls," she said in an amused tone, "I think you've had quite enough fun with this new pet for tonight, and I think it's high time you brought him to me."

I noticed the voice was coming from a small loudspeaker set in the wall. A one-way intercom, just like in our rooms," said Meghan, as she and Alison got quickly off the bed and each of them grabbed one of my hands.

"Quickly now," said Alison. "We definitely do not want to keep Mistress waiting." They did not stop to put on clothes but just took me, each by one hand out of the room and back towards the Mistress' office that I had seen my first day at the household.

Alison knocked at the door. It opened and there was Mistress Melissa wearing a short, deep red dressing gown, with a wickedly amused smile on her face. Immediately all three of us knelt to kiss her feet.

When we had done so, the Mistress said, "You two girls can go now. I'm sure you can find some way to amuse yourselves." At this she giggled. Alison and Meghan got up right away and left us there.

"Gregg, crawl into the middle of the room on your hands and knees, and then kneel with your face to the floor." I did as I was told. I heard the Mistress whispering to someone.

Gregg, kneel up and face me," Mistress Melissa said from one side of me. I turned in her direction as I followed instructions. As I did so, I saw Shauna, lying on the bed with a very contented look on her face. She smiled and said, "Hi, Gregg."

"Shauna and I have had a very nice talk and some wonderful sex," said the Mistress. "But I have an urge to toy with someone before I go to sleep, and you are the lucky angel.

"Shauna likes you a lot so I'm going to let her watch part of it to see if you are as good as she thinks." Shauna smiled and said, "Please don't disappoint me, Gregg." I told her I would do my best.

Mistress Melissa told me to stand up. She then produced a key, unlocked my chastity belt, and had me put it on a nearby stand. My erection jumped out strongly, and this made the Mistress (and Shauna) smile. "When you are with me," Mistress Melissa said, "You are on your honor.

"But you will not come, unless specifically instructed to do so. I hope I can count on you, Gregg."

I said, "Yes Mistress, you can," even though I was in desperation wanting to touch myself.

"You'd better keep those naughty hands behind your back," the Mistress said grinning. "They'll betray you if you are not careful, and I would hate to have to dismiss a cute little toy like you." I clasped my hands behind my back.

Mistress Melissa had me go over to a punishment cross much like the one in the dining area. She had me grab the pegs above my head. "You've done nothing wrong, but it's my right to punish you any time it amuses me to do so, and so that's what I'm going to do. "Is that OK with you, Gregg," she said with just a light touch of sarcasm.

"Yes Mistress, it is. Anything that pleases you is OK. Please punish me." She produced a riding crop and proceeded to lay on 20 strokes. It hurt terribly, My bottom was on fire. I knew from what I had seen happen to Jennifer earlier to count the strokes and thank the Mistress after each one, and that's what I did. Finally after, "Twenty. Thank you Mistress," she told me to lower my hands. She grabbed me from behind and caressed my chest and belly.

"You've been such a good boy for me," she said. I think your treat for tonight will be to attend me at my bath. Shauna, how do you think he did?"

"He was wonderful, Mistress," Shauna replied.

"That's nice," said the Mistress. Why don't you get dressed, come over here and give Gregg a hug and a kiss before you leave."

"I'd love to, Mistress," she replied. I heard her jump off the bed and fumble for a couple of minutes with her clothes while Mistress Melissa continued caressing my chest and belly.

Then the Mistress turned me around and there was Shauna in a white top and a small pair of blue jean shorts. She came up and embraced me warmly. "You're really sweet, Gregg. Thanks for coming to live with us and to help us serve our Mistress."

We kissed rather deeply for a minute or so. Then Shauna broke the clinch, went to her knees, kissed the Mistress' feet. "Thank you so very, very much, Mistress," she said.

"You're welcome honey. You know you are. Now scoot!" said Mistress Melissa. Shauna immediately got up and left the room.

Now I was alone with the Mistress. The Mistress of my Alison. The Mistress of these wonderful women who had been so kind to me. The Mistress of this beautiful erotic atmosphere and this wonderful house. My Mistress, I realized. I wanted to serve her. I wanted to be here.

The Mistress turned me to face her. "I do belong to you, don't I?" was all I said.

"Yes you do, lovely pet," she said in reply. She turned me around to face her. "Go into the bathroom and draw my bath," she said. "Mind you I like it extra hot. You'll find the bubble bath right in front of you." Immediately I kissed her feet and went to do what she told me.

When I was done, I went back out to her and kissed her feet again. She had something in her hand. She took me by the other hand and led me into the bathroom. She walked right up to the tub. I did not believe I was going to see this wonderful Mistress naked.

But then she said, "See that hook to your left. Reach up and touch it. That's where my robe goes." I was confused. Then the Mistress turned around and held up the black satin cloth she had been holding. She put it over my eyes and blindfolded me. My disappointment must have showed.
Mistress Melissa cuffed me gently on the cheek. "You didn't think I was going to let you see me this early in the game, did you, silly slave?" I just smiled ruefully. "You are far too new for a privilege like that," she said.

I felt her turn back around. "Take my robe," she said. I did so and found the hook to hang it to. Then she took my hand and I could hear her stepping into the bath and settling in. "This feels so wonderful," she said. "It's so nice just to relax."

Then she started talking to me. She told me about how she had been an emancipated minor when she was 16, how she had inherited huge amounts of money and property, including the one where we now were on condition that she go to college and then to law school. She'd been wild, she said, and not interested in school, but she went, decided to work hard and had a bachelor's degree and a law degree with highest honors by the time she was 23. She took a job at her current firm, where Alison still worked, and made partner in less than three years.

But she was bored. During college, she had found the local D/s community and found herself to be a natural dominant. She said it was a great way to blow off steam, and struck up a special friendship with Jennifer and Kevin. She said they were both into heavy pain and extreme practices, and that was fine for awhile.

Then she got acquainted with Miss Becky, who was the property manager at her condo complex. The two of them began a love affair. "I think I'm really pansexual," said the Mistress, "but I have had all my closest relationships with women."

The relationship eventually evolved into a Dominant/submissive mode, but Becky was not happy. Then the Mistress hit upon having Becky, Kevin and Jennifer move out to this property in the country, and asking Becky to become the overseer of the other two.

"It worked wonderfully," said Mistress Melissa. "Becky needed a dominant outlet and those two were perfect. In addition I hired Becky as my property manager here, and she's done great keeping it up. And she enjoys doing the heavy stuff with Jennifer and Kevin.

"The heavy stuff isn't so much my thing any more, and those two needed far too much of my time. But I love them anyway. There is no way I could have my career and have both those two without Becky's help. And I really do love her. She's been so compliant with me since I brought her out here and gave her those two to play with."

She told me how she met Shauna and Jeff, who were dating at the time, at a club one night, and talked them into a three-way, "With me as the center of attention, of course," said Mistress Melissa, the smile I couldn't see clear in her voice.

"What I found was that as their commitment to me deepened, their passion for one another grew, and they kept getting happier. After a few weeks, I began dominating them, both together and separately, and several months later, I asked them to move out here.

"I knew with them the hard core stuff just wouldn't work, and so I started the more sensual approach I still use. It's worked wonderfully.

"But those two surprised me. They still care about each other, but it wasn't long before Jeff fell for Kevin and Shauna fell for Jennifer. That's when I decided to grant all my women the freedom to be intimate with one another. I encouraged Becky to join in with the two other women, and even though she doesn't take advantage that often, it's made her a happier person."

She told me how Meghan had shown up one day at her condo in town doing market research, how Meghan had seduced her, how she'd quit her job the next day and moved right into the household. "She was just doing that dumb job to support herself. She's a brilliant artist, and as soon as I knew I told her to set up her studio right in my house," said the Mistress.

"I was lucky to make my connection with Alison a couple of months later; I think Alison already told you how that happened." Again I could hear the smile I couldn't see. "Meghan was becoming the odd girl out, what with the two couples and Becky not wanting to be especially close to anyone but me. Alison and she have turned out to be perfect together.

"And the best part of all is the two of them have drawn Shauna back out of a shell she got into when she was involved with Jennifer, and she's happy again. I just adore her. She's such a hot girl."

"Mistress, may I ask a question," I said. "Certainly," she replied.

"If Kevin and Jeff are locked up in chastity all the time, how do they make love?"

"Well most of the time they have to be content to hug, kiss, cuddle, and rub their bodies against one another." Again the smile in her voice. "I bet you don't know yet why I started locking you boys up in chastity to begin with."

"No Mistress, I don't," I replied.

"Well about three months after Becky, Kevin and Jennifer moved out here," she said, "Becky was out, and I came here after work one evening, and I found the two of them making love. Remember, they're brother and sister, and it just completely disgusted me.

"After that I realized I couldn't trust a male slave to behave himself, so I had Kevin design his own chastity belt, and he's worn it ever since. I put Jeff in chastity as soon as he arrived, just like I did with you.

"I did punish them, but I'm afraid they liked it a little too much for it to have any strong effect. But having Kevin in chastity cured both their rebelliousness, not quite all the time, but at least most of the time.

"But to get back to your question, if both have been on good behavior I let them out of chastity for a night once a month so they can enjoy each others' bodies completely. Other times they stay locked up just like you are. They both say the sex is a lot better because they have to wait for it, and Jeff in particular is amazingly happy.

"But let's hear about you," the Mistress said. "I think I already know a little bit about your relationship with Lynette, but I know there's more, so tell me." So I told her. I filled in all the details about what had happened with Lynette, and then I told her about Cynthia, our long friendship, how she had seduced me to be her slave, and how the relationship had ended.

"I think it's a good thing I quit seeing Stephen," said the Mistress. "He's great in bed, but he's not too pleasant a guy, is he?" She put her hand in my chin. "However, you were completely wrong to physically attack your Mistress' chosen lover," she continued. "You have to honor your Mistress' choices, and I hope you remember that here."

I was a little bit scared now. She then said, "She did cross a line, though. She had no business trying to take you to another level without talking to you first to see if you could handle it, and easing you into it if it was something she really needed. It was probably inexperience, don't you think?"

"Yes Mistress, I think it was,' I said.

"Well too bad, for both of you. But at least now you have me," she said. After that she told me about her background, how she was an only child. "I got used to getting what I wanted," she said. How her father had died when she was 12 without ever having let her get to know him. How she had had an independent streak, so that when her mother died when she was 16, she was ready for the world.

I told her about how I had been the oldest of four, of how my mother had sort of run roughshod over my father, of how I had come to the university town to go to college, and about my job.

"Yes," said the Mistress. "I think I'm going to let you keep the job for now, even though you're going to live here full time. We'll see how that works." My heart jumped on my throat a little bit as I realized just how quickly I could become utterly dependent on Mistress Melissa.

"I think it's time you gave me my bath," she said, so that's what I did. I soaped and rinsed her all over. I spent extra time on her luscious breasts and on her sex. She didn't seem to mind. She emitted a couple of soft moans, but did not say anything more.

Afterward, she had me help her out of the tub, handed me a towel and had me dry her off. Again she did not seem to mind when I was extra careful with her breasts and sex. Then she had me hold her robe out for her, and she stepped into it.

Then I heard her turn around and she took my blindfold off. She looked down at my erection. "I can see you thought that was all pretty hot," she said. I knelt down immediately and kissed her feet.

She had me rise and then comb her hair. Afterward she brought me back out of the bathroom and over to the bed. She put the blindfold on me again. I heard her climb up on the bed. She told me to get on the bed, straddle her and give her a back massage. Her naked back felt wonderful. I massaged her thoroughly.

"That was great," she said when I was done. Then she got out from under me, pushed my head down and had me perform oral sex on her. She writhed intensely until she came once, twice, maybe three times. "That wasn't half bad either," she said when I was done.

She had me get off the bed and take off my blindfold. "I was going to let you come, Gregg, but after that bath, the backrub and those delicious orgasms, it's just not going to be practical tonight. I'm too sleepy."

"But Mistress . . .," I gulped. My erection was raging.

"Now Gregg," she said putting her hand under my chin again. "Don't ruin a perfectly good evening by rebelling." She looked intensely into my eyes.

"I won't, Mistress," I said. It hurt to say it.

"Good," she said. "Now lock yourself in that chastity belt, and go on off to bed. And get the light on your way out. That's a good boy.

"Yes Mistress," I said. I knelt and kissed the floor beside her bed. When I got up, she grabbed me and gave me a kiss on the lips. I went, picked up her robe, put it in the closet, and painful as it was, both physically and emotionally put the chastity belt back on and locked it into place.

"Good night, sweet slave," she said as I left the room and turned out the light.

I did not sleep so well that night in my room. I tossed and turned as I thought about the Mistress and her body about how she allowed me to touch her, of the tease of not being allowed to look as I touched, of the affection she had shown, of how Alison and Meghan had just stopped what they were doing with me and brought me to the Mistress as soon as commanded to do so.

I thought of my Alison as the property of this wonderful Mistress, and of how the Mistress did anything she wanted with her, and about how she and the other women did almost anything they wanted with each other. I thought of my own burning raging sex, and about how, in a strange way I was beginning to be happy, too.

After dozing off for the last time for what seemed like only a moment, I heard Miss Becky's voice over the intercom. "It's time for you to wake up, Gregg. Please report to me as soon as you are showered and dressed for work," she said. Rock music started playing loud. I realized it was Monday and I still had my job to report to.

So I got out of bed showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and hurried down the walkway to the main house. In the main house, just to the right of the main entrance there was a small workroom, and I could see there was a desk in it. As I approached I saw Miss Becky sitting at the desk. I walked in and immediately knelt down and kissed her feet.

"Kneel up, Gregg" she said. Today she was dressed in a gray pantsuit and a simple blouse. Only her collar stood out. She gave a friendly sort of half smile. "You must have done something right last night, because Mistress certainly was smiling when she and Alison left for work this morning." I remembered Alison still worked at Mistress Melissa's law firm.

Miss Becky reached over and took off my collar. "You won't need this until you get back here," she said. "When you do get back, I want you to undress immediately and report to me here. Do you understand?

"Yes, ma'am, I do," I replied.

"Good then. Go. Your ride's waiting outside the front door." I must have looked confused. "You don't think we're going to trust you with car keys just yet, do you? Just go out the door."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. I kissed her feet again and went out the door. Out in the front drive Shauna was waiting behind the wheel of a spanking new silver Sebring. I got in the passenger side and began to buckle up my seat belt. "Aren't you forgetting something silly boy?" said Shauna.

I turned, she took me in her arms and we kissed deeply. "I could see how brave and wonderful you were for Mistress last night," she told me. "The way you were so brave for her when she whipped you was wonderful to see.

"And I saw how excited you were. Mistress loves it when her slaves get excited for her. Sometimes I think it's what she lives for."

She was wearing an elegant pink pantsuit with a ruffled blouse, a pearl necklace and lots of rings.

"Anyway I have to go in early to meet with some advertising clients, and so Miss Becky asked me to take you in with me. It's nice to have you to myself for a little while," she smiled.

We chatted the entire way to my office. She talked about how she and Jeff had just been dating casually when they met Mistress Melissa, and how they both had been feeling out of sorts. "The Mistress just turned it around for us," she said. "When we focused on her we just forgot about all of our own shit, and we were able to have a halfway decent relationship with each other.

"Then we moved out to the house, and just like that, "bang!' Jeff falls in love with Kevin and I'm head over heels for that crazy sister of his, Jennifer. I never thought I had a bi side in me, and I guess Jeff was just a closeted gay.

"Jeff's a really nice guy. You'll like him," she continued. "I'm not always sure Kevin is good for him, but he's still head over heels."

"What about you and Jennifer?" I asked.

"Well that was hot for a while, but I just got grossed out when Mistress told me she caught her doing it with her own brother, so I just pulled back. I sleep with her sometimes, but I don't let it get too close. Now most of the time when I'm out here and I don't feel like staying in my room alone, I just crawl in with Alison and Meghan, or just Meghan if Alison's in town that night.

"I haven't even had a man since I moved into the house," she said. While Jeff and I were still together, she never would let him out of chastity so we could be together, and then after we split up, I've just been with the women here; including Miss Becky and once in a great while the Mistress," she added in a conspiratorial tone.

Then we were at the front door of my building. Shauna said to me, "When you get done with work, go to the coffee shop down the street and wait for me there. I'll pick you up there at 6:30 sharp. OK?"

I nodded. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and I got out of the car and went up to my office. At work the day went quickly and I was a lot more productive than I thought I would be. I stayed at work until 5:30. Then I shut down the computer, put my files away and went down the street to the coffee shop.

Besides the embarrassment of wearing the chastity belt it had been a pretty normal day. I got to the coffee shop, ordered a cappuccino and a danish and sat down to read the paper. After a few minutes, I felt someone sit in the chair across from me.

I looked up and it was Alison. She reached over and kissed me hard. She took my hand. "Are you OK, Gregg? Is this working for you?" she asked in an agitated voice.

"Yes," I told her. "It seems to be. Miss Becky said Mistress looked very pleased this morning and said she thought it might have something to do with me."

"She did look pleased. Oh I'm so glad. I want this to work for both of us, honey."

"I do, too, sweetheart. I do," I said. "Maybe our feelings for each other will just be stronger when they flow through Mistress."

"That's beautiful. I love it when you talk like that," she said. "Oh Gregg, pleas

e be brave, and no matter how confusing it gets, promise me you will stick with us."

"I will, Alison, I will!"

"Oh that's so good!" she said with passion. She kissed me hard on the lips. Then she jumped up out of her seat and rushed out of the coffee shop. Someone turned on the radio. "I just want to give a shout-out to my good friends, Gregg, Ali, and Meg. You guys rock!" I heard Shauna's smooth beautiful voice say. Then a new pop song started playing.

About half an hour later, Shauna poked her head in the door of the coffee shop, and motioned for me to come with her. I followed her to her car and we got in. She gave me a quick intense kiss, and put the car in gear.

As we drove out to the compound, I asked Shauna, "What's with Alison? She came into the coffee shop to see me and just wanted to ask if everything was going OK. I told her it was and basically she just jumped up and left me there."

"Don't say anything about that to anyone, do you hear me Gregg," Shauna said in an agitated voice. "Alison wasn't supposed to be there, and I don't want anything to happen to get her kicked out."

"But what's going on?" I asked.

"It's better for now you don't know. Just trust me on this, Gregg," she said.

"OK," I said. But it is confusing."

"I know it is, sweetie," said Shauna. "Please just be brave. Anyway, here we are she said as she pulled up in front of the house. She reached over, gave me a full deep kiss, and said, "See you at dinner, cutie-pie."

"See you then, darling," I said, and got out of the car.

As instructed by Miss Becky I went straight to my room, stripped, put everything away and went straight to her office. There I presented myself on my knees and kissed her feet. Miss Becky said, "I know it's not your fault, but you are late and as a result important work did not get done."

I was trembling, but Miss Becky chose not to notice. "I had to assign Meghan to kitchen duty, even though it wasn't her turn." She said. "So to teach you a lesson, I'm going to have you scrub the entire dining room floor tonight; on your hands and knees. You will be punished afterwards, and then you can get something to eat in the kitchen.

"The same rules will apply as when you will be a serving slave. You will talk to no one and no one will talk to you while you are working. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," I said. She then took me to the kitchen and showed me the rags, the cleaning solution, a pair of knee pads and told me to get started. She told me my punishment would be worse if I was slow or if there were any defects in my work.

I noticed Kevin was in the kitchen wearing the collar, the bow tie and an apron to keep him from getting burned, and nothing else except his chastity equipment. He just gave me a cold look. As I got to the door of the kitchen, Meghan came in, dressed in the French maid's outfit. She gave me a quick pat on my cheek and her eyes softened for just a second as she looked at me. Then she bustled on by, obeying the no-talk rule.

So I spent the entire dinner period on my hands and knees, nude except for my chastity belt, cleaning the floor of the dining area. I did every part except for the area right around the dining table where everyone was sitting.

The Mistress was not there. Miss Becky was sitting in a seat directly to the right of the Mistress' chair, which was vacant. I noticed as each person came into the room, they kissed Miss Becky's feet.

Alison's chair was empty, as was Meghan's, since she was serving. Shauna and Jennifer were seated side by side and I saw they were holding hands. On the other side of the table Jeff was the only male sitting there.

Miss Becky and Shauna were wearing the pantsuits they had had on in the morning. Jennifer was wearing a really nice knee-length black skirt with a blue satin top that set off her dark hair perfectly. Her hair was shining and her makeup was perfect. She was leaning close to Shauna and they talked together throughout dinner.
I finished everywhere except under the dinner table when dessert was being served. But I knew better than to get off my knees. I bustled around the room touching up one spot after another while everyone ate dessert. During dessert Miss Becky called Kevin and Meghan to the table and they joined the conversation, but I was left on my knees, working on the floor.

Finally dessert was done. Miss Becky stood up. "Gregg. Crawl over here," she said. I did as I was told. When I got there I kissed her feet. "You did not do as you were told, Gregg," she said.

"But I did everywhere except where everyone was sitting," I said. She slapped my face. "No backtalk, slave," she said. "I told you to do the entire floor. Not part of it. Not most of it. The entire floor. And you left a big part out. So your punishment is doubled, and you will have to finish the floor before you are allowed to eat.

"Go to the punishment cross and grab the pegs," she said. She then walked behind me carrying the cane, and said, "You're getting twenty. You will count each one. You will thank me by name for each one. You will make no other sound.

Then I felt the first snap against my bare behind, and I counted as I was told. "One. Thank you, Miss Becky" and so on until the twentieth stroke. My ass was burning, but I got no comforting hug. Instead, Miss Becky told me to get right back to work and clean among the household members as they stood conversing after dinner. I did as I was told and cleaned every last square inch.

As I was finishing up I saw Shauna and Jennifer go into a full-fledged clinch and kiss each other deeply. Then they went hand in hand towards the women's rooms. After I was finished, I presented myself at Miss Becky's feet and kissed them. She looked over the entire room. "I think that will do," she said. "Go into the kitchen and get some food."

I kissed her feet and went into the kitchen. Meghan was sitting there at the counter working on a nice plate, and there was another one exactly the same next to hers. Kevin apparently was already gone. "Hi sweetheart," she said with a rueful smile on her face. She stepped up and kissed me hard, and I burst into tears.

"It's OK, sweetie," she said. "Miss Becky is pretty strict, especially on a new slave. Once you really know the rules you won't have this kind of problem. And really, we all do have to take our lickings once in a while. Now pull up a chair and chow down. I moved up to the counter, "I think I'll stand if you don't mind," I said.

"Oh," she said with a chuckle. "I guess sitting down wouldn't be the most comfortable thing for you to do right now." As we ate we talked and Meghan told me how her art was very successful but her personal life was a complete mess before she met Mistress Melissa. "You wouldn't believe how selfish I was, Gregg," Meghan told me. "Everything was about me, me, me. I hurt nearly everyone I ever loved. Blew off people who wanted nothing more than to make me happy. People just like you and Alison. I had no friends.

"I knew right away it would be different with Mistress, and that's why I moved in here so fast. Being her property has taught me to act unselfishly, and put others first, Gregg. If I have to obey her and Miss Becky, and do menial chores on a regular basis and get whipped once in a while, it's worth it.

"It's not just the sensuality and the touching," she said. "That's great, and I wouldn't give it up for anything. But being owned by Mistress makes me conscious to always put her first, and that makes me conscious to put other people first a lot of the time, too.

"I'm a lot happier for it. I love Alison's touch, don't get me wrong, but I cherish her friendship, and the chance to be good to her, even more. I think it's going to be that way between you and me, too, don't you, Gregg?"

"Yes, sweet Meghan, I do,' I said. "I've never had close friends before, but now it seems I have at least three new friends, plus Alison. Even though I've lost something, there is a very special feeling here, and I don't ever want to lose it." At that we embraced and kissed deeply, and held the clinch for a few minutes. Then we cleaned up what remained in the kitchen and went our separate ways to bed.

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