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A Different Kind of Home Ch. 02

Author's Note: Fiction. Gregg is accepted in a way he never thought possible.

This time, in spite of my sore ass, I slept well. The next morning Miss Becky took me to work herself. She slipped me a phone number just before I got out of the car. "Call me on that number if you have to stay late at work. It's my cell," she said. "If you do not call me I will expect to see you right on that curb at ten minutes after five. Are we clear?"

"Yes, ma'am, we are," I said. She nodded and smiled as I got out of the car. That evening I was at the curb at ten minutes after five on the dot, and there was Miss Becky. She brought me to the compound. I got out of the car, went to my room, shucked my clothes and reported to her in her office. She assigned me kitchen duty with Jeff.

He was very pleasant to work with. We worked our tails off getting the food out to everyone and making sure places were cleared off when people were finished. We made sure each course was done exactly on time. I noticed Shauna was not at table, as well as Mistress Melissa and Alison. Jennifer was beaming looking very pleased with herself. She was wearing bicycle shorts over a leotard tonight and looked kind of macho.

Miss Becky had us join everyone for dessert. Miss Becky found fault with several small points of my service, and she gave me ten good ones after dessert. But I felt she didn't lay them on quite as hard as she could have.

Then Jeff and I had our main meal together in the kitchen. I asked what was up with the Mistress being gone, and where Alison and Shauna were. Jeff said, "Mistress doesn't actually live here," he said. "She usually only comes here on weekends or special occasions. She lives in her condo in town, and I expect that's where she is now, unless she's on a date."

He continued, "Except I've heard she doesn't usually date when she's got Alison with her at the condo. Just tells the boyfriends when they call that she's busy or something." At this he grinned. "Your girl's quite the pleaser," he said. "Mistress really dotes on her." I felt jealous and happy and sad and proud all at once. All of a sudden it made me feel good that Alison could keep our Mistress happy.

Jeff told me a little bit about himself, too. He said he had been raised in a conservative household and had grown up moody with a tendency to violence. "I think I was just trying too hard to fight against the fact I'm gay. I'm an awful lot happier now. I couldn't have come out without belonging to Mistress Melissa first. Being hers made me feel secure enough to do it.

"In fact," he said, "I haven't even wanted to have sex with a woman, and haven't had since I took up with Kevin, except those few times Mistress has required me to do it within the household."

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked in an agitated tone.

"Oh no," he said. "You are not getting anything more out of me about that. Not tonight. You'll find out when it's time." He kept his word and said no more about it. We made small talk for a few minutes, then cleaned up after ourselves and walked back to the men's wing.

I said good night, went into my room and soon was lying down with the lights off. But I couldn't sleep right away. I realized both these men had been with my Alison, even though I could not be. I realized she loved them, too. Then I thought that if the two men had not been so into each other, Alison might never have wanted me to come live at the compound, and I might never have seen her again. It was too much. I started to cry again, and cried myself to sleep.

Miss Becky took me to work each morning for the rest of the week and picked me up again promptly at ten minutes after five. I had kitchen and serving work assignments each day, first with Jennifer, then with Kevin and then with Shauna.

Jennifer and Kevin didn't really like to talk much about themselves, and so I didn't really learn anything about them I didn't already know. They both tended to snap at me and so the nights each of them were on serving duty with me were kind of a trial.

Working with Shauna again on Friday felt like blessed relief. We had a very nice chat in the kitchen after the dinner service was taken up and I had been punished for yet another minor infraction. Alison and the Mistress did not appear at table on Friday and Miss Becky was in charge.

On Saturday morning early I appeared nude before Miss Becky for my work assignments. She assigned me to yard work with Jeff until Noon and showed me a locker room where I could change into some warm work clothes; it was getting on towards the cold season.

Jeff and I spent the morning clearing brush and mowing and raking. At 11:30, Jeff sent me in to see Miss Becky. After I kissed her feet, she told me to take a shower and report to the dining area. "This is important," she said.

About 20 minutes later, I appeared before Miss Becky and knelt to kiss her feet. She raised me quickly, offered her hand to kiss, and sent me to stand near the punishment cross facing a group of sofas and easy chairs.

I saw Kevin and Jeff sitting together with big grins on their faces. I saw Shauna sitting holding hands with Jennifer as they smiled and laughed. Meghan was sitting in a chair next to the largest couch looking pensive. Her hand was in Alison's who was sitting on the couch with a contented smile on her face nuzzled up with Mistress Melissa.

Immediately I wanted to rush over and kiss the Mistress' feet, but Miss Becky stopped me with a wave of her hand.

The Mistress spoke. "Gregg, I have a rule in this household. Since the males are not allowed regular release, at least once every two weeks they must be drained of seminal fluid. It's for health reasons. Unfortunately, you were not able to have an orgasm last week – at this she smiled – and you have done nothing since to merit an orgasmic release.

"Therefore Miss Becky will milk your prostate. We do this in front of the entire household so that everyone is clear on the role and status of males in our home." Jeff and Kevin were not up front with me, and so I surmised from that and the looks on their faces that they had been allowed a full-fledged romp the previous night.

There was a rail in front of me. Miss Becky told me to lean over and grab it. She then put on a rubber glove and stuck a finger in my anus, finding my prostate. It felt kind of good and kind of creepy at the same time.

I was totally embarrassed that everyone was watching, and seemed amused by my humiliation, including Alison. Then the pressure built inside me and come started leaking out the head of my penis. I groaned with the release, though it felt nothing like an orgasm. My cheeks were red with shame.

After Miss Becky was done, she sent me to the kitchen go get cleaned up and to find a bucket and rag to clean up the floor where my seed had spilled. Then I was put on kitchen duty to make and serve sandwiches to everyone. No one talked to me. After I had cleaned up lunch and had a bite to eat myself, I was assigned back to yard duty until dark.

After that it was kitchen duty, this time with Alison. She held me and kissed me when we were alone in the kitchen, but she refused to say much, either about what she and the Mistress had been up to the previous week, or about what had been happening to me out in the compound.

Dinner service was routine, but this time, after Miss Becky was done, Mistress Melissa walked up and held me for a few minutes before she had Miss Becky send me back to the kitchen to complete cleanup. Even though she did not say anything her touch and the warmth of her person were wonderful. I kissed her feet in total gratitude before I went back to the kitchen.

Sunday was the same. Outside work and kitchen work. I was punished again at dinner, and again the Mistress held me for a few moments afterwards. Meghan was in the kitchen with me on Sunday, and she was nice to me, but she wouldn't say much. After dinner, my punishment and kitchen cleanup we actually made out for a few minutes before she pushed me away and we went our separate directions to bed.

The next week went like clockwork. Miss Becky took me to work each morning, and picked me up promptly at ten minutes after five. I had kitchen duty every night, and Thursday I even avoided punishment. But no one would say anything to me about what was going on.

Alison and Shauna were absent most of the week, staying at their apartments in town. Mistress was gone too, as usual, leaving the household in Miss Becky's charge. This time she had taken Meghan with her to the condo. So the atmosphere in the house was a tiny bit frosty for me.

Friday started like a normal day, and Miss Becky picked me up promptly at the usual time. She had a funny smile on her face as we drove to the compound. When we got there, instead of just leaving me to go to my room, shuck my clothes and report back to her, she told me, "Go to your room and take off your clothes," she said.

"When you've done that," she continued, "Sit on the floor with your legs crossed, and meditate on the Mistress and on all the people in this household. Meditate on your true feelings for us, and try to open up your heart to everyone." Her eyes and voice were soft, and for the first time since she and I had met I believed she truly wanted me to be part of this household.

"You won't be joining us for dinner tonight," she said. "Instead you will be served dinner in your room, and afterwards, I'll come get you. It's important that you be completely open to us; to all of us."

"I love you, Miss Becky, and I love Mistress, and I love every one of you," I replied with tears in my eyes. "I want to be part of this and I'll do whatever I have to do."

"That's good, Gregg, darling," said Miss Becky. Then she reached over to me and pulled me to her in a giant hug accompanied with a deep warm kiss. "You're very special," she said. "I know you'll succeed for us.

"Now scoot," she added. "I've got to get started with assignments and dinner arrangements, and you've got a lot of meditating to do." She smiled again. I wanted to hug her once more, but instead I got out of the car and proceeded to my room.

I did as Miss Becky said, and started my meditation. I thought about Alison, and Mistress and their bond. I thought about the bond between Alison and Meghan. And the bond Shauna had with both Jennifer and Alison. I thought of the bonds uniting Kevin and Jeff, about Kevin's bond with his sister, and Jeff's bond with all the women. I thought about the bond between Miss Becky and the other women on so many layers: submissive, sexual, conspiratorial, friendly. And I thought about the bond of all of us to Mistress and how by her actions and presence she strengthened all the bonds that brought this household together.

I thought about my own bond to Mistress, and how it had made me truly close to most of the people in this household, and how I had close personal friends for the first time in my life, and all because of Mistress. I knew I wanted this. I knew I would do as I was asked. I wanted to be part of this more than I had ever wanted anything.

Then there was a knock at the door, and Miss Becky entered, followed by one of the female slaves in her French maid's outfit, who was being led by a leash. The woman was hooded, but I could see by the lines of her body it was Shauna.

Shauna handed me my dinner tray silently after I had kissed Miss Becky's feet. "Eat well, pet. I'll come for you in about two hours," Miss Becky said. Then she led Shauna out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Two hours later, true to her word, Miss Becky came into my room. I kissed her feet reverently, full of love for her, for the Mistress and for the rest of the household. She was wearing a long black robe that fitted her curves very well and had a low neckline to expose her cleavage. She looked hot. I could see she was very carefully made up.

She attached a leash to my collar and tied my hands behind my back. She led me by the leash up the walkway to the main house. She took me to Mistress Melissa's rooms, and knocked, announcing formally, "I have the candidate slave with me."

"Very well, Becky. You may bring him in," said the Mistress. Miss Becky led me into the room. We knelt immediately. Miss Becky kissed the Mistress' feet, and I immediately followed. Mistress Melissa was wearing a magnificent red robe, much like Miss Becky's, but grander.

"You may leave us, Becky," said the Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress," said Miss Becky quietly, kissing her feet again. She got up and left the room.

"Kneel up, Gregg," said the Mistress. "Now let me explain to you what will happen tonight. You see, Gregg, in a very real way you belong not just to me, although that should always be your primary loyalty, but to everyone in this house. To Alison, certainly to Miss Becky, to Meghan, to Shauna, to Jennifer, to Jeff, and even to Kevin. You belong to us all.

"Tonight you will prove this. Tonight you will be offered up by me as a gift to the entire household, to be used sexually by any one of them in any way she or he chooses. I want to emphasize this. Any way she or he wants.

"I know you once got in a fight because you refused to suck the cock of your Mistress' chosen lover, but when you are offered a cock tonight, you will suck it, and you will do so gratefully and graciously and well. Tonight your mouth and your ass will belong to this entire household. I will leave your chastity belt on because for now I am reserving the cock on you to myself. But all the rest of you will belong to my slaves as my gift. Also this night they will have free unfettered access to each others' bodies, but that is no concern of yours.

"If you do this well, you will be formally inducted as a permanent member of this household tomorrow. If you do it poorly or with any reservation, or show any jealousy at all, you will leave this house for good tomorrow morning early, and you will never see Alison or me, or any one of us again. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress, I do."

At that she pulled out a blindfold and bound my eyes to where I could see nothing. "Very well then," she said. She told me to get down on all fours in front of her. She then fastened bonds to my hands and feet and linked them together so I could crawl, but I could not stand up.

Then she said, "Tonight is about feelings for you and about nothing else. You will respond only to touch. You will not speak at all." She fitted a set of headphones over my ears. Now I could hear nothing except some soft music, but with a rather urgent beat.

So now she led me that way, blind and deaf to the world, knowing it only through my skin, through the house. Finally she brought me to a room where I could sense the presence of others. She turned me all the way around. Then suddenly she was gone and the leash was in someone else's hands tugging me forward.

I was presented with a woman's shaven sex, and began lovingly to eat her. As I did so, I felt someone come up behind me and stick a finger in my ass. The finger was slippery with lube, and soon I felt someone's penis slide in. I found myself experiencing genuine pleasure as I humped and bucked against my unknown assailant, as I continued lovingly to eat the woman.

Then soon the man withdrew and the woman came violently. I was presented with another woman's breasts. I licked and suckled as hands caressed me. Then I was pushed down to her sex. Someone pulled my leash away, and soon my lips were on a cock. I knew what I had to do so, so I went down on him, and kept it up until he came directly into my mouth. I licked up every drop and kissed the cock as it withdrew from my mouth.

Hands continued to caress me. I licked and sucked several more women, had at least one more cock in my ass and two more in my mouth, as I was passed around from person to person. Only one woman had any hair down below, and I suckled her entire body twice and her sex four times. I knew I had to have done every person at least once, and most of them far more than once.

I felt tremendous love for the beautiful people I was servicing. Then finally, hands were no longer caressing me, and so I lay down right there and went to sleep. After a while, there was a tug on my leash and someone led me out of the room and through the house and deposited me somewhere, handing off the leash to someone else.

My headphones were removed. A hand under my chin raised me a little and my shackles were taken off. Then the blindfold was removed and I saw Mistress Melissa with a proud triumphant and contented look on her face. She hugged me to her belly. "Oh dear, dear, dear Gregg. You smell like everyone who lives here." She laughed, then said, "You have made me very proud tonight. You are a very special boy indeed." I clasped her hard, and she let me stay that way for a few minutes.

The she grabbed me gently under the chin again and pulled my face up to look in her eyes. "No, Gregg dear," she said. "There won't be any release for you tonight, but I do think you will be part of us starting tomorrow. Why don't you scoot on off to bed now, get cleaned up, have a good night's sleep, and we'll call you tomorrow when we need you.

I was crying hard, but was far too tired to even attempt to make a reply, so I kissed her feet, turned, went immediately to my room, cleaned off as best I could, and fell asleep very quickly indeed.

I slept quite well and was only rubbing sleep from my eyes, when Miss Becky came into my room leading a female serving slave in her French maid's outfit. The serving slave was hooded, but I could see from her shape and the way she carried herself that this was Jennifer.

I kissed Miss Becky's feet. Jennifer handed me the food tray. Miss Becky said to me, "I'm going to come back for you in about an hour." I was ravenous and dug right in as soon as the door was shut behind the two women.

An hour went by and Miss Becky came into the room. She was wearing that very sexy robe. I knelt and kissed her feet. She immediately raised me up, and gave me a tight hug and a lingering kiss. "Congratulations, beautiful," she said. "You made it. I'm not really supposed to tell you this, but you were fabulous last night, really fabulous!

"We were all so keyed up after I took you back to the Mistress that we had an out and out orgy for the next three hours. Everybody had everybody," she marveled. "You won't tell anyone I told you this, will you?" she said with a mischievous smile.

I grinned back at her. "No," I said. "I'll be the soul of discretion." At that we both burst out laughing. I didn't feel jealous at all. Then Miss Becky handed me a small packet of papers. "You need to memorize these for the induction ceremony this afternoon."

Finally it sunk in. I was in. I was really part of this now. I was going to belong to Mistress Melissa and to this lovely household. I started crying and Miss Becky hugged me again. "There, there big boy," she said. "Memorize the stuff, OK? I'll see you when I bring lunch in a couple of hours, I'll stop by after you are done eating, and the ceremony will start two hours after that."

She rushed out before I had time to kneel and kiss her feet. "Ulp!" I thought, but I realized it probably didn't matter today. The paper had on it some directions for the afternoon's ritual and some lines I was to recite, including a set of vows I would make to the Mistress. It looked intense.

I got right to work memorizing the stuff. After lunch Miss Becky came into the room followed by Meghan, who had a satchel full of paints and brushes. She was topless and wearing tiny bluejean shorts. After I kissed Miss Becky's feet, she told me, "Meghan is going to paint your body for the ceremony."

Meghan got right to work and painted my body in gorgeous swirls of red, blue, and yellow. She painted to blend the design in with my physical build and my eye and hair color, and about a half hour later she was done.
"Nice job, sweetie (as usual)! He looks great," Miss Becky said.

"He does look delectable, doesn't he?" said Meghan. She packed up her painting stuff, then knelt and kissed Miss Becky's feet. She left the room, saying, "See you in a little bit, Gregg." I thought I caught a wink

Miss Becky looked me over with an appraising eye, "She really outdid herself this time," she said. "Meghan always surprises me. Anyway big boy, I'll be back before you know it, so do get that stuff memorized." I knelt down and kissed her feet. She left the room and the door clicked shut behind her.

And then two hours later as promised, Miss Becky came back into my room. Now it was time.

After I kissed her bare feet, she told me to stand up. She had changed into a nice satin dressing gown, black with red trim. She produced a key, unlocked my chastity belt, and took it from me.

She then reached out and gave my penis several strokes. It was already turgid, but now it jumped to attention. Then she took out a small bottle, poured a gel onto her hand and rubbed in on my penis, particularly around the tip. It stung at first but then I felt the tension there lift a bit.

"That stuff's some numbing gel to help you out," said Miss Becky. "Remember, whatever happens, you definitely don't want to come at the ceremony. You'll experience pleasure, but like I said, you do not want to come."

"But, ma'am," I started to say, but she put her finger to my lips.

"Sh-h! No questions," she said.

Then she attached a leash to my collar and blindfolded me. She tugged on my leash and led me out the covered walkway and through the house. She led me to a space where I could hear breathing but nothing else.

She led me down a couple of stairs and then up a couple more. The she whispered, "Kneel here." I did so with my knees spread and my hands behind my back. Then the leash was off my collar, and Miss Becky wasn't next to me any more.

There I was kneeling naked and vulnerable. I heard the mistress. "Who is this creature who disturbs my house?" she said in a voice brimming with authority. "Speak, creature. By what leave do you come here?"

"I am Gregg, great Mistress. I come by your leave, and to serve you."

"Very well, then," she said. "Remove your blindfold and gaze upon the Mistress of this house."

I reached up, untied my blindfold, and let it fall to the floor. I looked up and there was Mistress Melissa seated on a sort of throne right in front of me. She was wearing a black robe, but the robe was open and her body was displayed before me.

It wasn't in the script but I bowed down immediately and kissed her feet in reverence and gratitude, wetting them with my tears. "Rise creature," said the Mistress; now I could hear emotion in her voice.

Once again I was gazing at her beauty. Her face, her deep brown eyes, her red mouth playing with a smile, her beautiful neck, her superb breasts, her belly, her magnificent legs and feet. Because her legs were spread a little, I caught a glimpse of her yoni as well.

She was wearing a gold necklace that looked like it had come from a fresco in ancient Egypt. She was wearing a gold band around one arm and a ring on nearly every finger. She was magnificent.

"Great Mistress, I see the Goddess in you." I then approached, and reverently kissed her feet, then her knees, then her belly, and then with the greatest reverence and care of all, her yoni.

"Dear creature, I accept your act of worship. It pleases me," she said. She then grabbed my arms, kissing first my chest near my heart, then my throat, then my third eye, and then my crown. I was trembling with emotion.

"Dear creature, I would have your service," she said. Still gripping me by the arms, she said. "I would have this slave," she said. "If there is anyone in my household who sees good reason this slave should not serve, speak now, or welcome him with open arms and generous hearts."

For a moment it was silent. "So then, since there is no good reason this slave should not serve, I bid you make him welcome."

I heard a chorus of voices reply back, "We welcome him with open hearts and bottomless love. We would with your sufferance that he should be one with us"

"Very well then," the Mistress replied. "It shall be so. Then she said to me, "Slave turn and do homage to this household who would hug you to their hearts."

I turned around immediately, staying on my knees. There were the five women, kneeling in front of me. All of them were nude and their knees were spread. Directly above them on a sort of balcony were the two men, also nude, without their chastity belts and their knees spread. All of them, men and women alike had their own bodies painted in magnificent colorful patterns.

Jeff and Kevin were side-by-side. Among the women, Miss Becky was in the center, naked and painted like the rest. Alison was on her right, with Meghan beside her. Shauna was on Miss Becky's left with Jennifer beside her.

Immediately I bowed with my face to the floor. "Dear slaves and loves," I said. "I do you honor and, by leave of the Mistress, would be a part of you, if you would have me."

"Have you we will, dear Gregg, by leave of the Mistress," they all said. "We would have you and love you as a part of us." Once again I was trembling. I bowed to the floor again to hide my tears.

"My dear and precious slaves, I do give my leave," said the Mistress. "Gregg shall therefore be a part of you, and a part of me, and my property."

She said to me, "Gregg, turn and face me." I did so. "Now," she said, "Do you have a promise to make to me?"

This was my cue. "Yes Mistress, I do."

"Then fold your hands and place them between mine, look into my eyes and state your pledge."

I did as she instructed then, and began, "Dear and great Mistress, I Gregg, promise, pledge and vow to you complete loyalty, devotion and surrender. I promise you my body and my heart. I pledge complete faithfulness, both sexual and emotional, and unconditional obedience to your will. I vow the sweet surrender of my being and my worldly goods to be used to your benefit and the benefit of your household. I promise, pledge and vow that I am yours and only yours for as long as you shall have me."

Mistress Melissa smiled. "Dear and beloved slave Gregg, I promise, pledge and vow to you instruction, discipline and the warmth and being of my household. In my freedom I choose you to serve. I promise to care for you. I pledge to protect you. I vow to use you and the worldly goods you confer to my care for your ultimate benefit and happiness. I accept with gratitude your gift of your body and self to my will. I promise, pledge and vow that you are mine for as long as you shall be worthy."

She then drew out a bejeweled collar, placed it around my neck and said, "By your wearing of this collar you pledge to all who see it that you are mine and only mine. I intend to use you well."

She smiled. Her brown eyes were moist. I felt tears coming. "And now I would seal our vows and make you fully mine," she said, the authority in her voice breaking a little. There was a small pedestal sheathed in purple just behind where I was kneeling. I moved to it and sat crosslegged.

The Mistress moved slowly down to stand in front of me. Her sex was glistening. I had been erect since my blindfold was removed. She sat on my lap facing me and placed me inside her. She stared into my eyes. The sensation was wonderful, but I knew this was for a higher purpose.

She moved rhythmically on top of me. As she did so, she was transformed in front of my eyes into a living goddess. I was floating in a trance state. I felt her pulsate as she came for the first time. She said, "With this act I would make you entirely mine," she said. Her body continued to move.

The sensation was delicious. She continued to move on top of me, looking into my eyes. Again the pulses around my penis and again she came. "With this act I seal you to my household," she said. Her beautiful movements did not stop.

And then her breathing quickened, and her body exploded in a wave of sensation as she came for a third and final time, "With this act I seal you to me, body and soul. You are my slave and I am your Mistress," she said in almost a pant.

"You are my Mistress and I am your slave," I said. "I am sealed to you now." With that her body stopped moving. I was still inside her. She embraced me and kissed me deeply. We held each other there for a short time, with me still inside her as our breathing returned to normal.

Then Mistress Melissa got off my lap and returned to her throne. I moved to kneel in front of the throne to the right of her. She put a hand gently on my shoulder. I could see my fellow slaves kneeling, looking at me with smiles of welcome. I smiled back.

Jeff and Kevin had big grins on their faces. Miss Becky in the middle of the women was beaming, as were Shauna and Jennifer. The three were holding hands and the way they did it made them look even happier. Meghan was smiling more softly and had a gentle grip on Alison's hand. Alison looked pensive. In her eyes I saw what looked like tears.

The Mistress said, "It is done. Gregg is mine, and he is one of you. Welcome him, dear slaves, into your hearts, and into my house." At that the women came forward. Mistress Melissa gave my shoulder a small push and I got up to go to them. There were hugs and kisses all around.

Jennifer kissed me for the first time, and said, "Welcome, beautiful." Miss Becky kissed me hard. "I knew you could do it, big boy," she said. Shauna and I shared a warm soft embrace. "We've all wanted you here so badly," she said.

Meghan hugged me tight, almost sobbing. "You're special. This means so much to me," she said. Her kiss matched her words. Then I came to Alison. She held me and sobbed on my shoulder quietly. She took my face in her hands and kissed me softly, gently and deeply. She did not say anything. I held her to me and said, "Thank you, Alison, for bringing me here."

She gripped me harder, kissed me again, and then turned towards Miss Becky. Then I heard the Mistress say, "Gregg, go up, say hi to the guys, and why don't the three of you go on back to your rooms. I would have a private word with my women if you don't mind. I'll see the three of you at dinner."

I went up to the second level, shook hands with Jeff and Kevin and gave each one of them a kiss. We chatted for a few seconds. The women had moved under the balcony and we could not see them. So we three male slaves walked back to our rooms. When I got there, my chastity belt was in the middle of the bed, so I put it on and fastened the locks. I knew this experience had changed me.

It seemed best to sit down and meditate on this experience. I had experienced the most powerful sexual experience of my life, I had had no orgasm but was filled with what seemed like a soft light, and I was at peace.

I felt Mistress was a powerful and wonderful being. The welcome of my fellow slaves made me feel at home and loved, something I am not at all sure I had ever felt before. Every one of them seemed bright and beautiful to me. The feeling of belonging fed back into my awe of the Mistress. Her very presence seemed to make life better for all of us.

I know I must have cried during my trance, because when Miss Becky knocked on the door to remind me of dinner, I reached up to my face and felt dried tears. I took a few moments to compose myself, and then walked to the dining area.

When I got there I saw Jeff, who was one of the two serving slaves, bustling around setting places and walking fast in and out of the kitchen. He winked at me as I walked by. Then I saw the French maid's outfit, and was surprised to see that the other serving slave was Alison.

But I did not dare ask about this, and as soon as I saw where Mistress was, I went over to kiss her feet. Tonight she was wearing a gown that looked like it came from a Minoan wall painting. It featured a full, floor-length skirt and the bodice was designed to expose her breasts.

Kneeling there, engrossed in a serious conversation with her was Jennifer, who was wearing a stylish black dress, that when I looked closely was more lace and fishnet eyelets than material.

As soon as I got to the Mistress, I knelt to kiss her feet. When I was asked to kneel up, Jennifer reached over and gave me a warm embrace and a soft long kiss. "I never realized how much I'd love having you here," she said.

"Thanks," I replied. "I'm so glad I am." To the Mistress I said, "I'm still half in a trance. That was such a powerful ceremony."

"And all designed to bind you more tightly to me," she said with a laugh. "I'll want to talk to you a little more after dinner." Then she added, gesturing to Jennifer and me, "Why don't you two go and mingle, I'd like to have a quick word with Becky."

Immediately both Jennifer and I kissed the Mistress' feet and stood to go.

As we rose Miss Becky knelt down to kiss the Mistress' feet. She was wearing a black off-the –shoulder gown cut low enough to allow the top of one nipple to appear above the fabric.

Kevin was across the room engaged in an intense conversation with Shauna and Meghan. Shauna was dressed in tight black slacks, a leather jacket and a loose white top. It made her look butch and feminine at the same time. Meghan was dressed in a loose white peasant blouse with a short blue jean skirt, and looked very, very hot.

I felt a twinge of excitement as I pictured Meghan, and Shauna, Alison and me all rolling around in that big bed after dinner.

Jennifer asked how I was doing, and I told her I was still walking on air. "I know what you mean," she said. "When Mistress inducted me, I don't think I came down for a week. It just sucked all the defiance right out of me, and replaced it with love.

"I was a very angry woman," she continued. "And I was miserable. Mistress showed me how to be happy, and that's why I'll obey her for as long as she wants me."

"For me it was more about feeling lost and lonely too much of the time," I told her. "Even when I was with someone, or serving someone, it never really went away, but here I feel loved all the time, and I know that's because of Mistress.

"I get all this, and all I have to do is obey her." Then Miss Becky rang the dinner bell and we all took our places. I found myself placed on the males' side, nearest Mistress Melissa. On the other side, Meghan was nearest Mistress with Shauna beside her and Jennifer at the end.

Conversation was lively and fun, though I admit I listened more than I talked. When dessert was served, the Mistress did not call Alison and Jeff to the table. This surprised me, but I did not speak up.

Afterwards Mistress Melissa said to me, "Gregg dear, please go to my office and wait for me there on your knees. I'd like to talk to you privately for a few minutes."

"Yes Mistress," I said. I stood, knelt, kissed her feet, and then made my way to her office, where I settled in on my knees to wait. It took a little longer than I expected.

When, almost a half hour later Mistress Melissa came through the door and accepted my homage, she took my chin in her hand, and said, "Sweetheart, are you really committed to me and to this house?"

"Of course, Mistress. You know I am," I replied. "I've felt so bonded to you since the ceremony. I don't think I'll ever want to leave.'

"Are you sure, Gregg," she said with some intensity. "That no matter what happens you're going to stick it out with me?"

"Yes I am, Mistress," I said strongly. "You are the center of my world right now. You make all this possible. I love you Mistress."

"That makes me feel better," she said. "Even so I've decided to bind you more tightly to me. I want you to kneel on all fours on the bed." Immediately I went and did so. I saw that her elegant dress had an opening in the middle, and through it now poked an enormous black man-made phallus.

She moved around to the front of me and had me suck it. She told me that my saliva was all the lubrication I was going to get tonight, and so I sucked all the harder. Then she moved around to the back of me and slowly eased the giant dildo into my anus.

Slowly but surely I opened up for her and took it all in. As it went in further and further, I started humping it, first slowly and then with real energy. It hurt at first, but now that my body was wide open, it felt absolutely divine.

"You like this, don't you boy?" said the Mistress.

"Yes Mistress, I do. This makes me feel as if my whole being belongs to you."

"By the formal ritual this afternoon, I united your higher self with me," she said. "Now with this more private ritual, I unite and bind your lower self as well. There is nothing of you now that's not mine, and no way you can escape me."

"I would never ever want to escape from you, Mistress," I said, dissolving in bliss. "All of what I am is yours."

She kept on for quite a few more minutes, and then said as she prepared to pull out of my body, "And so shall it be, for now and for always." After she pulled out, she got off the bed, and told me, "I want you to sleep here tonight." She came up to me and gave me a big kiss.

"I have to go into town tonight," she said. And so you lovely slave may borrow my bed. Miss Becky will come get you in the morning." And with that she went into the other room. After she changed clothes, she must have come back out to leave the room, but I never noticed. I was conked out cold.

Miss Becky came to get me in the morning, and sent me to my room to take a shower. After I reported to her and was assigned to go around and check all the light fixtures, replacing any burnt out bulbs and taking note of any problem that would need repair.

The day went fast. I didn't see any of the women except Miss Becky and Jennifer. Jeff and Kevin were doing outside work today, so I did not see them either. I found out Alison and Shauna were both in town, and Meghan was working in her studio.

After I grabbed some lunch in the kitchen, Miss Becky came and got me. After I kissed her feet, she took me to Mistress Melissa's office. Today the Mistress was wearing a tan business suit with a slightly short skirt that showed off her long legs to perfection.

After Miss Becky and I kissed her feet, she told me she was going to explain what would happen to my worldly goods now that I belonged to her. She said most of my property would be sold, some of it, such as my car, to the household itself. All the money plus all the money in my checking and savings accounts would be placed in a trust to be administered by her on my behalf.

Next weekend two or three of the other slaves and I would go to my apartment and hold a yard sale. Then I would put the apartment up for sublet. My paychecks were to be redirected to an account controlled by the trust as soon as possible.

I would be given a small allowance to cover my day-to-day expenses when I had to work, and would be given money for necessary purchases such as clothing. She took out a raft of papers and had me sign them, with Miss Becky as witness. Then she dismissed me.

Over the next three weeks I took care of all this. But while I took care of this, with the help of Meghan, Shauna and Jennifer, and supervised of course by Miss Becky, life was moving quickly in the household, and things changed for me there in ways I never could have expected.

That night Meghan came into my room and took off her blouse and skirt as I lay trembling in bed. I was beginning to miss Alison, who had not been at dinner Sunday night. Both she and Mistress were gone.

Without a word Meghan got into bed with me wearing only her panties, and held me in her arms all night as I trembled and sighed. Monday morning she was gone by the time Miss Becky's voice came over the intercom to rouse me for work.
At dinner that night I noticed Alison was still gone. As usual on a weekday, so was Mistress. Everyone else was there, and we had a nice dinner and conversation, but when I tried to ask Kevin about Alison, he changed the subject right away.

I had serving slave duty the next two nights, so didn't really get a chance to talk to anyone much. The first night was with Shauna, and the second night was with Meghan, but there never seemed to be time those nights to have a conversation with either woman.

There were a couple of interesting punishments that week. In the first one, Kevin was given an enema, then was forced to make love to an inflatable rubber doll, and after to be locked in chastity without coming before he was whipped by Miss Becky.

In the second one, Shauna was made to take a dildo into her anus and hold it there, while Miss Becky whipped her. Then Miss Becky stepped behind her and did something; I think stimulated her clitoris with a small vibrator, until her weeping, screaming apology pumped out of her with a massive orgasm.

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