As I made my way up the driveway I heard her door open and the clink of glasses and laughter. To my horror I realized that Ms Renee was not alone.

“Ha, ha! He really did it!” I heard a female voice I did not recognize followed by her laughter.

“I told you he would. He’s starting to learn his place,” Ms Renee responded.

“What a complete fool. I have no idea what you see in him but at least he’s obedient,” came the other raspier voice.

As I crawled up her steps, Ms Renee held the door open.

Of course, the other woman would be her weekend guest. Both of them were standing in the living room holding glasses of wine enjoying the drama and giggling to each other. They were dressed for dinner in dresses and heels.

Ms Renee is voluptuous brunette with pale skin and dark eyes. She’s a head-turner. My response to her was automatic from the moment I met her. I found her attractive at our first meeting but after three years of dabbling with the dark arts of female domination I was now completely infatuated. It was hard for me to drag my eyes off of her. In normal social settings my Mistress wants me to be polite and charming. However, if the situation has anything to do with her dominion over me she requires that I stay silent and keep my head slightly bowed while resting my eyes at her feet. I knew that this was a time for me to show my submission so I tried to keep my head down.

“This is Heather, a friend from my college days. She’s thinking about moving to town.”

Ms Renee’s friend, Heather, was an obese redhead with enormous breasts and stylishly dressed. I turned to her but I knew not to look her in the eyes. Instead, I bowed my head. I couldn’t help but notice that she seemed to be positively glowing from my embarrassment. I could feel her eyes scanning me and smirking as if I could never be good enough for her friend.

We had a few friends in the local but very discreet S&M club who knew something of our lives but thus far Ms Renee had never introduced me as her slave to anyone she saw socially on a routine basis. I wondered why Heather was different. I would soon learn that Ms Renee especially enjoyed humiliating me in front of this particular woman. I could only assume that my Mistress knew how much it amused her friend to watch me be humbled. Or, maybe she did it because there must to be a witness to make my humiliation complete.

Sometimes after embarrassing me, Ms Renee takes advantage of my raw feelings to accent her domination by an additional physical discipline. I knew that anything was possible at that moment.

I felt anxious as she leaned down to me as I knelt in front of her. Her hand slid through my hair. She tilted my head up so that I could look in her face. Quietly, she whispered, “You pleased me tonight with your obedience, slave. Maybe I will be able to spend the evening with you on Sunday night after Heather leaves.”

I was glad at such a prospect. I remember the excitement I felt when I responded. “Oh yes, Mistress.”

“Heather wanted to take a look at you. The house is clean so you can go home. I don’t need you anymore tonight,” she added.

I kissed her offered hand. I stood up, nodded politely to Heather, and turned to go when I heard Heather’s voice in a harsh loud tone, “Why the fuck are you standing? You can crawl back the way you came!”

My mistress rarely curses or raises her voice. I didn’t turn around. I was afraid of what my expression might reveal. It is one thing to be humbled by my loving Mistress but I didn’t even know her friend Heather. Instead of turning I merely knelt and started the long crawl back to my apartment.

As I made my way back through the door I could hear them laughing again.