My boyfriend, Sam, came to dinner last night. Yikes, just writing that gives me a tingle. I decided to take my cuckolding of my servant, Butler, to the next step. I’ve been increasingly harsh with him for the last few weeks. I stopped kissing him although I’ve often made use of his tongue. I’ve also belittled his past attempts at coitus. He’s very interested in sex but I have expressed a complete disdain for his offers to please me with his penis……………… He has suspected that I’m having an affair with a younger student in my study group and I’ve allowed him to think that, knowing it would start chipping away at his sense of manhood. Tonight I had him cook a special dinner and secreted him in his harness in the cramped closet under the stairs as a sort of Harry Potter in bondage. From there, he could see and hear everything in the dining room and the living room. Of course, when my guest arrived, I acted as if I had cooked the meal. I’m like that……………………. I tried very hard not to put on a show for Butler. I tried to forget he was even there. This was my evening. There was an interesting good-looking man coming over for dinner who was wild for me. I needed to relax and enjoy myself.* I told Sam that Butler was out late. Some might complain that I was leading Sam astray. I plan to worry about that about as much as Sam worries about me already having another man in my life, which is apparently not at all. We talked for an hour at the table. After dinner Sam offered to help clean up but I declined his offer. (He he, that’s work for a slave.) We moved into the living room. For a long time we sat on the couch talking. I loved watching him try to seduce me. He was following a playbook I knew well. He started casually touching me the moment he arrived. There on the couch he extended his arm so that his fingertips could touch my shoulder and hair. We sipped wine and after a several minutes he confessed how he found me attractive. I could have had him right there but I love the chase. * We had music playing and he suggested that we dance. I stood up and stepped into his embrace. We swayed a while to the music. After a moment he began kissing me. Delicious. I love being kissed by a new man. Before we slid to the floor, I pushed him gently away. I told him I was not certain how long we had to be alone. He said he understood and he invited me to dinner on Wednesday night. I accepted. We kissed again and I walked him to the door. It’s a heady feeling to have two men under the same roof panting for you. For me, it was a great evening. After kissing Sam again at the door, I walked across the living room and opened the door to Butler’s cramped closet. Butler could not look me in the face. Instead, hunched on his hands and knees, he focused on my heels. I’ve seen him do that hundreds of times when he’s being pushed to his limit. Perfect. I knew it was not time to be reassuring. Experience told me it was time to turn up the heat. In a matter of fact tone I told him of my future agenda. “That was fun. He’s a good dancer and a great kisser. I really like him. I’ve decided that I deserve a slave and a boyfriend. You need to get your head wrapped around this new fact. This is how it’s going to be from now on, slave. I will do anything I want to do. You will not only agree, but you will find ways to help me like cooking dinner tonight. You are simply not man enough for me. Look at yourself, in a harness with your ass plugged and your dick in a cage. What kind of man would allow himself to be put in such a predicament? Clearly, you are not a man at all. No, you’re only a slave. Luckily for you, I still want to keep you for your service. For staying silent like a good little beta bitch, I’ll allow you to bathe me and brush my hair before bed. Hurry with the dishes, I don’t want to be kept waiting too long.” With that I started up the stairs. It was hard not to stumble. My panties were soaked. I felt dizzy with excitement. In a few minutes I knew he would be upstairs completely cowed into deep subspace. I’m writing this now, waiting for him to finish. Maybe I’ll let him lick me. But, not kiss me. No, not that. After all, I should reserve something exclusively for my boyfriend.