Three days after our secret marriage, I found myself unloading the bags of my Mistress and her friend Ms Heather at the airport. I wasn’t surprised to see that they both carried several bags for what was to be a vacation of less than a week. I flew coach class several aisles behind their first class seats. Getting off the plane I hurried to rent the largest rental car I was able to find. Both women chatted amicably in the back seat ignoring me as I drove. If I had time to brood I guess I might have felt hurt about sharing my honeymoon but I told myself that it would be an adventure.
A few hours later found us driving through the entrance of a stunning resort in upstate New York. It’s a famous playground for the wealthy.
I knew that Ms Renee had probably received a discount from her friend in management but after seeing it I thought it was still priced beyond our usual range. When we stopped, I hopped out to help with the bags. It was unnecessary because a swarm of attendants instantly surrounded our car. Ms Renee stepped to the back of the car and pointed at my single bag.
“That one stays there.”
I couldn’t imagine why my bag was to stay in the car. Wasn’t I going to stay at the resort with them?
My training kept me quiet as I followed them into the lobby. Ms Renee checked them both in but not me. I was about to suggest that I be allowed to keep the car from being parked so that I could find a place to stay nearby when I saw the tiny hand gesture from Ms Renee that told me to follow her and remain silent.
A little confused, I followed the porters and the two women to their room. When the porter opened the door I saw it was more than a room but a beautiful one-bedroom suite with a balcony with a nice view of the mountains. I tipped the porter as he deposited the bags on the floor.
Ms Renee and Ms Heather immediately sat on the sofa. Ms Renee looked pleased with the room. She beckoned towards their luggage.
“You may unpack for us,” she sighed, leaning back and into the arms of Heather.
I carefully hung all of their clothes. I retrieved the iron from the closet and ironed anything that had wrinkled during the trip.
I could hear them reading over the leisure activities and the menu that the resort offered. I had never really understood their relationship. They were obviously lovers but had no interest in living together except for an occasional evening. I think it was because they are both dominants, and therefore not really compatible for a long-term cohabitation, much to my utter relief. I did not doubt the love that existed between my Mistress and me but I learned not to presume to restrain her from anything she wanted. Actually, I felt a little pride that I was open and accepting of their relationship even though I often burned with envy when Ms Heather stole her time from me.
Of course I was dying to ask where I would be staying but my training held. I knew Ms Renee had already decided all of that long before we left.
Soon, I found myself standing in front of them waiting in the pose my Mistress had taught me was the respectful posture of a good servant. I stood straight with my hands folded in front of me but with my head slightly tilted down.
After a few minutes of chatting and ignoring me, Ms Renee turned her attention to me.
“I guess you are wondering where you are sleeping tonight. Obviously, you can’t stay with us.”
That wasn’t obvious to me. I longed to stay with them even if I had to sleep on the floor and even if Ms Heather was present but I knew that when Ms Renee was with Ms Heather, she wants her privacy.
Ms Renee continued, “I told you that I had a friend from college, Peggy, who was the manager here. She’ll be here in a minute to show you where you’ll be sleeping. They are short staffed at this time of year so I volunteered your services as hotel staff while we are here. How do you think we were able to afford this room? You will be sleeping in the staff barracks. I’m sure you’re eager to do this for me aren’t you?”
The entire time I had been staring at Ms Renee’s shoes to keep myself focused.
A thousand replies surged through me when she asked that question and I admit that not all of them were perfectly submissive. However, I was about to reply in the affirmative when Ms Renee quickly interrupted my thoughts.
“Oh, I can tell that this is a shock and that you are not feeling immediately agreeable. Ha! Don’t worry! I’m sure that I can help you with that. Four!”
I wanted to protest that I was perfectly willing but I had painfully learned to never speak after she had given me a posture number. It was my least favorite number.
Ms Renee continued. “Actually I was hoping that I might detect a tiny struggle in you so that I could show Heather how I deal with non-submissive thoughts.”
While she was talking, she had begun walking around behind me. I could look through my legs and see the stylish black pumps that she wore.
Quietly, almost politely, she whispered, “Spread your legs.”
Trembling, I obeyed and waited, staring between my legs at her feet. She frequently pauses at this moment so I can anticipate what is about to happen. Suddenly, I saw her shift her weight and send her foot racing towards my unprotected testicles. Instantly, I convulsed flat on to the floor as the shock of the kick surged through my torso.
Hurriedly, I struggled back up to my hands and knees only to see another kick coming almost immediately. Ms Renee doesn’t need to kick very hard. It only takes a short quick movement of her foot to have me sweating and begging her for mercy. After five such taps I was begging to be allowed to help the resort staff anyway I could.
Sensing my sincerity, Ms Renee walked back in front of me. “Good,” she said smiling, “I knew I could convince you to see things my way. Peggy, or Mrs. Renault to you, should be up here any minute. She will explain your new duties. I know you’ll want to do a very good job for her.”
Trembling and sweating, I crawled forward and started kissing the pointed toes of her shoes promising that I would work very hard during my stay.
During this exchange, Ms Heather had sat unmoving on the couch. She had rarely seen Ms Renee discipline except for a few sessions with the riding crop. I was unable to see her but I heard a sharp intake of breath after the first kick. I saw her out of the corner of my eye looking with wonder at Ms Renee as I continued to kiss her feet.
Ms Renee left me on my knees and disappeared into her room for a minute. She returned, carrying a paper bag in her hand and handed it to me. Inside, I found a comb, a toothbrush, one pair of briefs, one pair of socks, and one disposable razor.
“See, I’ve thought of your needs while we are here,” she smiled.
She stood looking down at me as if gauging my emotions for a second. As if by cue, there was a knock on the door. Ms Renee motioned me to stand. My face was flushed and my legs still felt rubbery when I opened the door for her friend.
Ms Renault was a tiny slender blonde with very short hair dressed in a dark severe looking business suit.
She glanced inquiringly at me then jumped into Ms Renee arms. I don’t know how she does it but women love Ms Renee even more than men do. I wondered at their relationship. It was all friendly hugs and kisses now. She met Ms Heather and I could tell that the three of them would have fun together.
Finally, Ms Renee introduced me. “This is Butler. I know, it’s funny, but it really is his name. He’s ready to go with you now. You told me that you supplied work clothes so he doesn’t have a suitcase. I understand you’ll need him for both shifts so I doubt he’ll need a change of clothes for any free time activities.”
Again, I received an appraising glance from Mrs. Renault. She turned her back to me and the women chatted for a few more minutes while I stood quietly to one side.
After the goodbyes, I found myself following Mrs. Renault at a very brisk pace through the hotel. From looking forward to a relaxing vacation I had been lent as a domestic servant. Instead of a nice room, I would be sleeping in a staff barracks. My head was still spinning as I struggled to keep up with my new employer. She stopped several times and spoke with staff about practical matters. I stood behind her patiently while she went through what I assumed were routine chores.
I never know how much Ms Renee tells others of our relationship. It is something I frequently dread. I could tell that Mrs. Renault was curious about me but too polite to ask questions. I thought we were headed to her office but before we got there we took a turn on a staircase and descended down to the basement of the hotel. The resort has a main building that was built in the early 1900’s. It is a beautiful place with a huge elaborate lobby. The basement is reserved for staff quarters. I was led into the tiny cluttered office of the housekeeper. She was an older German sounding woman who looked at me with surprise. There were two other women in the room, punching a time clock.
Ms Renault introduced me. “Mrs. Weiss, this is Butler, a….”, and here there was a slight pause, “a ‘domestic’ who works for one of our guests. She has agreed to loan him for a few days during our staff shortage. He’s off the books so you won’t need to give him a time card.” Mrs. Weiss smiled and shook my hand.
“I have a schedule made out for him. It’s full but he’s only here for a few days. I understand he has agreed to work double shifts. You can have him for the first part of the day. Introduce him to Leslie in the kitchen and Sadie on the night crew.” With that she was gone.
After she left, Mrs. Weiss introduced me to the cleaning crew who were the two women leaving work. They were two local girls who worked full time for the hotel. Jennie and Ashley were both short, stocky women who looked like they shared a taste for junk food. They were obviously close friends.
I would spend my days with them but I would never grow comfortable around them. Other than constantly telling me to hurry, they rarely spoke to me. When I was introduced to them they acted as if I was going to be more of a hindrance than any help.
My day was full from early to late. Every year after the college students who support the staff during the peak season leave for school, the hotel has a serious labor shortage for the remaining warm days of summer. Most of the year-round staff works overtime during this period. It was clear that my services were needed.
My schedule began at 8 AM when I helped Jennie and Ashley clean rooms. This lasted until 4 PM. I noticed the next morning that I was assigned to Ms Renee’s room. Knowing her standards, I always spent more time on her room. This irritated the other members of the cleaning crew at first. Then, later they became amused by it. Apparently, Ms Renee had negotiated every minute of my day before we arrived. After leaving the cleaning crew, there was a lull in my day from 4 PM until 5PM when I reported to the restaurant to bus tables and wash dishes until 9PM. Finally at 10 PM, I spent two hours buffing floors after most of the guests had retired.
Most of what I had been chosen to do was the lowest level type of work. Again, I felt the influence of my Mistress. I went from one task to another all day. It was grueling work. I’m in my fifties and even with the schedule Ms Renee keeps me to I am not used to staying on my feet until late at night, especially night after night. None of my supervisors, who were all women, seemed the least bit interested in talking to me. I suppose all of them assumed that if a man was still doing such grunt work at my age, he probably had something wrong with him. They merely wanted to extract the most work out of me that they could during my short stay. There were still a few young people there who had late school starts or were taking a semester off. They treated me like I had a contagious disease, especially the young women.
The staff had small dingy rooms in the sub- floor of the hotel. Normally I would have had to share a room with a fellow worker but because they were so short staffed I had it to myself. That was helpful because it would have been mortifying to explain the cock cage that Ms Renee had left me in for our five days there.
The staff rooms did not have baths. There was a common restroom and shower down the hall. As is usual for men’s showers, we were not given separate stalls. There was simply a large shower room. The first morning I went to shower I realized that I would be seen by my fellow workers all under the age of twenty-two. I skipped the shower. Later, after my double shift, I found that I was able to shower late at night without any of the other male staff there.
For the first 24 hours I barely saw Ms Renee and Heather. I caught a glimpse of them at dinner while I was busing tables.
I had been told by my supervisors not to talk to guests unless they initiated conversation. They smiled and waved at me from their table but I knew not to bother them.
On the second, day during my 4pm break, Ms Weiss asked to report to the pool. She told me that my Mistress needed me. At first I was shocked that she had used the word “Mistress” but I quickly realized it was simply the everyday word she used for a female employer.
“You are to wear this,” Mrs. Weiss said as she handed me an ugly brown bathing suit about twice my size. I assumed that the suit had been left by a guest and ended up in the lost and found. I could tell she was not pleased about something. I would realize later that she simply objected to me being given the privilege of mingling with guests with some equality even on a temporary basis. I stopped in the staff restroom and changed out of the brown livery that all the staff wore. I walked back through the servants exit towards the pool.
It is a lovely setting. It is surrounded by natural rock and has a bar running down one side. I admit I had wished I had been placed there. The duty was light as a bartender and one could look at women in bathing suits all day. Again, I felt the unseen influence of my Mistress. I spent most of my time in the kitchen and cleaning empty rooms. I noticed Ms Renee and Ms Heather in a prime partially shaded location lying in lounge chairs
I approached their chairs. I simply didn’t know how to act. This was the woman I would jump through hoops for and she had banished me, on my honeymoon, to the kitchens for the last forty-eight hours. I felt misused, lonely, tired, humiliated, and confused. She had not seen me yet. She was lying on her stomach facing away from me. As I watched her, she unconsciously stretched like a sleek cat in the sun. Her skin looked delicious. I could see the carefully trained muscles in her back and thighs. Suddenly, every negative thought I had was swept away by her simple unconcerned pleasurable movement. She captivated me. All I wanted to do was to be allowed to touch her.
Sensing my presence she turned to look up at me. “Hello Butler,” she said in a mocking tone.
I wanted to complain to her and at the same time throw myself at her feet to beg to be allowed to stay in her presence. She saw all of the conflicting emotions moving through me. She smiled again,
“I understand from Mrs. Weiss that you normally have a break at this time before you report for dinner duty. Heather and I thought it would be best to help fill your time. We want you to report here at 4 PM each day to give us each a massage.” She raised one eyebrow quizzically. “Would you like that?”
She didn’t bother with an answer. She turned over and said, “The lotion is in my bag.”
Robotically, I sat down in the chair beside her and reached for the lotion. I still didn’t know which of the contending emotions in me was preeminent. When I’m confused like this I have learned to put myself on automatic and perform whatever chore she has for me and wait for whatever feeling emerges. I was in turmoil while I removed the lotion. I dripped a few drops in my hand and reached to touch her back. The smell of the lotion and the slick feel of her skin quickly brought me to the place where I could forget myself. I felt every emotion drop away other than the desire to please her. Soon, she started to softly moan under my ministrations. I could feel myself painfully swell inside my cock cage. Desperately, I tried to think of anything to prevent a painful erection. I thought of the piles of nasty dishes and miles of unpolished floors that still awaited me. Of course, nothing helped. By the time I was through with her massage I didn’t think I could stand upright. I looked longingly at the cool water of the pool.
Ms Heather is a rail thin woman who somehow is still curvy. I hesitated to touch her. The truth is that dislike and mistrust her but I had no choice. She didn’t speak to me or look at me during the massage but would occasionally point to a spot she wanted me to spend more time on. After thirty minutes of work she seemed to be drifting off to sleep. The discomfort in my crotch had only grown worse. I thought about how good the pool might feel.
I looked over at my Mistress who was watching me massage Ms Heather. “The pool is for the guests, Butler,” she snapped almost telepathically. “Be here at four tomorrow.”
With that, she looked away. She was through with me and I had to hurry if I was to be on time for my next assignment. I slowly stood up. It was painful in my tight cock cage. I noticed that Ms Renee had turned back to watch me. She laughed softly when she saw how difficult it was for me to stand straight up. As soon as I was able to stand, she turned away again.
I struggled through my chores for the rest of the day. My emotions continued to swing from feeling lucky to feeling mistreated. At the end of the day I was too exhausted to feel much of anything. Nevertheless, I crept in the bed feeling very alone and very sorry for myself. Had I allowed myself to go too far down this path? It was my own fault. I knew the nature of Ms Renee when we started.
The next morning while cleaning the rooms I started noticing that some of the staff were treating me differently. In such a small community word travels quickly. Apparently, my stint as a masseuse at the pool had been noticed and commented on. Some of the young men who worked there actually spoke to me. I noticed that the young women were eyeing me speculatively. I’m sure they were curious about how I had been chosen and allowed to perform such special duties for two guests in the pool area.
That afternoon, Ms Renee saw me coming and simply rolled on to her back. It was like I had been doing it for months. Ms Heather was almost talkative. She told me how much fun they had horse back riding the previous day.
When I was done Ms Renee simply said, “Tomorrow, same time.”
Nothing would get me used to touching these two women in my chastity device. I left with a hot cramped raw feeling that I’m sure changed the way I walked. I could feel Ms Renee’s amused eyes on me as I shuffled away.
That evening when I was finishing washing dishes one of the servers, a young woman who had never spoken to me before, helped me pull the last of the garbage out to the bins behind the kitchen. We stood next to the dumpster for a second appreciating the much cooler air. She was tall and thin with dyed black hair, acne scars, and a row of tattooed Chinese characters snaking up one side of her arm. She stood beside me and asked, “Aren’t you a little old for this?”
I really didn’t know what to say so I stayed silent, looking toward the ground.
She continued, “I’ve been asking about you. One of the bellmen told me that you came here with the women you massage each day at the pool. Do you work for one of them?”
I looked across the asphalt hoping for an answer. Finally I managed to mumble, “Yes.”
She snorted, “I doubt it. I saw how you were touching the brunette when you were massaging her at the pool. You’re no butler, no way. I know what heat looks like between two people when I see it. I also know what a submissive man looks like when I see one. That’s what you are. You’re a slave.”
She looked sideways at me and grinned. I was unable to answer her. Embarrassed, I merely looked down at my shoes again. She turned to go but as she passed she reached behind me and pinched me hard on my buttocks. I was shocked and stayed frozen in place as she walked off. I heard her laugh as she went through the door.
All I wanted to do was get to my room after my humiliating encounter with her. I finished the floors that night silently wondering if the word “slave” was somehow stamped on my forehead.
Later in the shower, standing in the spray almost asleep, I heard someone enter the bath area. I snatched my towel off of the rack and quickly wrapped it around myself before turning around. It was one of the guys who ran the concession at the tennis courts. He had never spoken to me other than to grunt hello. Now, he seemed almost chatty. He told me hello and asked how I liked the hotel. After a while he realized that I was not in the mood to talk so he finally wandered off. I could not tell if he had seen my chastity cage or not.
The two young women who cleaned rooms with me were being especially slow the next day. I kept hearing them whisper to each other. I tried to focus on my job and avoid any eye contact. We still had two rooms to do when they suddenly announced that they were taking a break. It was after 3pm. I needed to finish to be able to be at the pool by 4pm. I protested that we weren’t done. One of them looked at the other and they both looked at me. Jennie stared at me and threw the towel she was holding into the laundry basket. Ashley laughed and said, “We don’t have to be anywhere special at four. Do you?” Both of them laughed hysterically as they walked off.
I rushed through the rooms but I was unable to be there at 4pm. I ran to the pool after changing only to find them already gone.
I couldn’t stay in the pool area without them so I returned to my room and redressed in the brown employee livery. I realized that I had worked all day for the moment when I was able to touch her. Without those minutes, my existence seemed empty.
Later that evening, I passed Ms Renee and Ms Heather in the restaurant with my bus cart. They were having dinner with Ms Renee’s hotel friend, Ms. Renault.
All three of the women looked at me with a penetrating and knowing look.
It seemed obvious that Ms Renee was telling Ms Renault my true place in her household. I hurriedly continued on with my cart.
By now, it seemed the rumor mill had spread the guesses about me to several of the service staff. I had trouble doing my own work as several of the female staff kept asking me for help. Before, I had not existed, now I seemed like I was everyone’s personal assistant.
Finally the evening ended. I was sitting in my room when I heard heels clicking down the linoleum floor outside my room. I assumed it was one of the night managers because none of the service staff wore heels. I looked up to find Ms Renee and Ms Heather at my doorway. They were still dressed for dinner. They looked like what they are, well tended upper middle class women with a fashionable sense of style. I was dressed in dirty work clothes that smelled of grease and suds from the kitchen. I immediately started to stand when Ms Renee gave me the hand signal meaning she wanted me on my knees. “So, this is where the help lives,” she said. “It’s not much to look at but I could have left you in your cage at home.”
They both glanced around the shabby undecorated room. There was nothing in it but two single beds crammed into the tiny space and two small battered dressers.
“I hope you are grateful for the bed. I’m quite put out with you today. We both missed our massages. I plan on punishing you later for it. I talked to Mrs. Weiss. She said you had more rooms than normal but that excuse won’t work for me. It’s up to you to work faster.”
I was unable to say anything. Finally, I choked out, “I’m sorry Ms Renee. Please, I’m ready to go home now.”
“Oh, you are? Good, I wanted you to have an experience that taught you how easy you have it at home. I think I was successful. You may thank me.”
I knew what she wanted. I bent and started kissing her shoes until I felt her scoot her feet away.
In a husky whisper Ms Renee continued, “I don’t know if staying here is changing how you see yourself but it’s changing how I see you.”
I returned to the kneeling position and gazed up at her. She kept looking at me and at the squalor of the tiny room. For a moment no one said anything.
Eventually, Ms Heather slipped her hand around Ms Renee’s waist and kissed her on the neck. “He’s where he belongs. Let’s go.” Without another look she turned from me to follow Ms Heather. I listened to their heels click down the hallway. Even though I was exhausted, it was a long time before I slept.
The next day was my last full day. Jennie and Ashley did as little as possible. They continued to laugh at what they thought was a private joke but I could imagine what was being said about me. The day seemed to stretch forever but luckily we had fewer rooms to do than usual.
I showed up early for my 4 pm appointment at the pool. While I was rubbing Ms Renee’s legs the two women started discussing how much fun they were having.
My Mistress eagerly commented about loving her suite and enjoying the room service for breakfast.
Ms Heather responded, “Our suite is nice but, yuck, that pit Butler is staying in is horrible. I wouldn’t put a dog in it, but I guess it’s good enough for him.” I glanced up at her but she only avoided my gaze as if I weren’t there.
She continued at some length about what a relaxing time they were having and how nice they found the hotel. The entire conversation continued as if I were not there even though it clearly served to humiliate me further. I finished with Ms Heather. As I stood up I noted that Ms Renee turned over again to watch me as I tried to walk away bowing a little at the waist to relieve the pressure from my cage.
The rest of the day I concentrated on my work and tried to keep a low profile. I’d been embarrassed by Ms Renee many times but I had never had to endure such continual stares and whispers from so many for such a long time. I crept into my room after having washed my torso in the sink after my shift not wanting to make a spectacle of myself in the shower. I lay in bed for a long time considering my life as Ms Renee’s slave and how much my situation continued to change. I finally fell asleep wondering how far she would take us.
Finally it was Sunday morning. I put on my street clothes and arrived at Ms Renee’s room at 9 am. They were already up and dressed. They were breakfasting on an elegant room service. I said my good mornings and quietly assumed the ready position.
Ms Renee spoke first.
“You were late the day before yesterday so Heather and I had to do without our massage. I have not forgotten. Four!” They ignored me while they finished the last of their coffee.
A few minutes later she left the room and returned with two riding crops. I had only packed one. She beckoned to Ms Heather to stand behind me. She placed the crop on my buttocks and began describing the places it was safe to hit me. She told her to avoid the spine and showed her the sweet spot about half way down the buttocks. Soon they were taking turns whipping me on either side of my buttocks.
I was soon grunting and writhing trying to maintain my position. All of the pain and humiliation of the last five days was burned into my soul as they seared my backside. It was Ms Renee’s unrelenting attitude to treat me like a servant that finally broke me. Finally, at that moment I started feeling like what I’m sure she wanted me to feel. I knew that I was her slave to do with as she pleased. At that moment I didn’t expect mercy. I expected to experience only those things that pleased her or made her feel more secure about our relationship. I was broken and I knew it. I had no more power to resist. All I had the energy to do was to refrain from yelling loudly so as not to embarrass my Mistress.
When they stopped it grew quiet. I didn’t need to turn my head to know that they were kissing.
There was a pause and some whispering and Ms Heather left the room. Ms Renee kept stroking me lightly with the crop. I knew to remain in position four until I was told to move but I was a sweating trembling wreck.
“You’ve done well Butler but I’m not done with you yet.”
She stroked me lightly with the crop.
“You think that this week has all been about my needs. That would be wrong. It was also about your needs as well. You needed to see yourself as I do. Think back about how you felt when Heather and I came to visit you in your room. How were you dressed? Where were you sleeping? I’ll tell you. You were dressed as a servant and living in a servant’s quarters.”
She lightly tapped my testicles with the crop.
“How did it feel? I want you to remember that feeling. I’m determined that you understand your place. Life will keep getting worse for you until I’m convinced that you see yourself as I see you. You must realize that you belong to me and that I can use you anyway I see fit. You want to please me don’t you?”
“Yes, Goddess, please!” I managed to stammer. I was still on my hands and knees. I desperately wanted to please her but I was not prepared for was what I saw when I glanced backwards between my legs.
Ms Heather was tottering in on a pair of her highest heels. Suddenly, I knew what was about to happen. Seeing her in those heels meant that the kicking I had received at the beginning of the week was an inevitable part of a deeper plan. It didn’t matter that I had been slightly hesitant about being used at the hotel. She would have found another reason to kick me. I had suffered so that Ms Heather could experience something new as a present from my Mistress. I was being used as a target for her friend’s enjoyment. A heard a deep groan and realized that it had come from me.
Ms Renee softly spoke to Ms Heather. “After seeing me do it, you said that the idea of kicking a man in the balls turned you on. Go ahead, its what he’s here for and its what he deserves for letting us treat him like a slave.”
My Mistress moved closer to Ms Heather to steady her. I heard her instructing Ms Heather. “It doesn’t take much force but give it a sharp little flick of your foot.”
After a moment I saw one of her stiletto heels pull back and, with a tiny hesitation, fly into my scrotum. Again, the nauseating pain exploded into my belly. Somehow, I remained in position.
“I think you should do it one more time to make sure you experience it fully,” my Mistress commented encouragingly.
Again, I saw and felt the toe of the heel flash into my testicles. I guess I blanked out for a second because I found myself flat on the floor. I could hear them giggling. Then, except for my heavy breathing, the room was quiet for a few minutes. They were kissing again.
After a few moments, Ms Heather returned to the bedroom to change her shoes leaving me alone with Ms Renee. She looked down at me and softly spoke, “Two!” I struggled up on my knees looking into her face. She had never looked more beautiful. “You’ve done well, slave. You keep proving to me that I’m on the right track with your training.”
“Now finish our packing and bring the bags down to the lobby. Heather and I will be in the bar waiting.”
I felt her hands gently wipe some moisture from my face that I did not know was there until she touched me. Had I been crying?
Then making eye contact with me again, she said, “Oh, I haven’t forgotten that it’s Sunday. Your weekly discipline is over. If you get through the rest of the day without any mistakes there will be a reward for you this evening.” She looked into my eyes giving me the promise of love. Then she whispered one more word that made the entire week worth it, “Husband.”
She had tortured, ignored, and humbled me all week. And, it had turned her on. Every bit of it had worked for her. I could see it in her eyes. My suffering and humiliation had stimulated her. She wanted to be home with me as soon as possible. I was in a bit of a panic knowing what it took to excite her but the thought of making love to this dangerous sensual woman was almost more than I could stand. Again, I remonstrated with myself that I was getting in over my head but I simply couldn’t help it. I was drawn too powerfully to her. To make matters worse it seemed that the more she asked of me the easier it was to fall under her spell.
Ms Heather returned and they swept from the room arm in arm but not before Ms Renee shot one more meaningful look my way.
Her look got me moving as soon as the door closed. My body moved painfully but I forced myself to finish packing perfectly but quickly. I thought, at least it was over even though the staff would remember me forever. Thankfully, the hotel was out of her price range. No doubt, this had been a special honeymoon experience for Ms Renee to push us to another level while at the same time enjoy some time with Ms Heather. Now, I was going home with the promise of love. I arrived in the bar with a flushed face, unsteady legs, and red-rimmed eyes but my heart was racing at the thought of our homecoming.
I found both of them and Mrs. Renault having a drink at a quiet corner of the bar. The women barely acknowledged me as I stood by their table.
They were three perfectly coiffed women relaxing together. I noted their carefully chosen clothes and their expensive shoes. I could smell their perfume. Their polished nails gleamed against the glasses of their Champagne Mimosas. All three of them knew of my utter surrender. The gathering had the feel of a celebration.
Mrs. Renault continued what she was saying, “I enjoyed your company this week Renee. You really should plan on coming at the same time every year except next time I wish you would stay longer. I’m certain that we could work out the same arrangement about your room price if you brought Butler.” Here she stopped and looked at me laughing. She was asking a question that she was confident she already knew the answer to. Their eyes briefly glanced at me.
Ms. Renee raised her glass regaining their attention. Smiling victoriously she offered her toast, “Next year!” Their glasses joyfully clinked together.
That sound echoed through my soul. I looked at my Goddess. She was complete and secure in her victory over me. She had never looked more beautiful. Her empowerment had made her even more desirable. No other woman would ever be able to match her. I felt enormously privileged to be in her service. It felt like we had both won some kind of victory. To stand there, waiting for her next command, seemed to be the goal of the last few years of my life. I was free of my own desires. It no longer mattered what I wanted. I was her servant. I knew I would come back year after year if she wished it. I only wanted to be near her.”