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A Different Kind of Home Ch. 01

By: starmanz1



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?


A Different Kind of Home Ch. 01



"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.




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 01



"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.




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 01



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.




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 01



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.



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.




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 02



"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.




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 02



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. 



A Different Kind of Home Ch. 03



The following night, Thursday, I was not on service duty and so ate with everyone, but even though the conversation was pleasant, I did not seem to be learning anything new about what was going on in the house.

After dessert I went to my room. A couple of hours later, Miss Becky walked in. After I kissed her feet, she had me stand up. With a look of disgust on her face, she unlocked my chastity belt, put it on the bureau and left the room before I had a chance to kiss her feet.

I was confused. I didn't dare to go out of the room without my chastity device in place; I would have felt naked. So I couldn't ask anyone. Was I supposed to masturbate? Was the Mistress back and getting ready to use me in some crazy way? Was I just supposed to endure without coming as a way of showing my obedience?

Since I did not know what to do I sat on the floor and began to meditate. Soon I was in a trance state, thinking about Mistress, and about Alison, when the door to my room opened up, and there was Jennifer.

She had a big smile on her face, and she chuckled as I went to put my hands over my genitals. "Oh, silly," she said. "You don't have to do that. I know exactly what you look like naked, and I like what I've gotten to see.

"What's going on," I asked nervously. "Why are you here? And why now?"

"Because Mistress wants it this way," she replied, standing over me. "And from the look of that erection," she added. "You want it this way, too.

She kept on going. "Miss Becky was fit to be tied when Mistress told her what she wanted. I just loved the look on her face. But she's obedient, just like me, and especially just like you, and she did what Mistress told her.

"So now, hunky slave Gregg, you have a choice. You can fuck the brains out of sexy hot slave Jennifer, and have a great time, or I can call Miss Becky, and she'll lock you right back in that chastity belt, and you can be milked this weekend in front of everybody."

"But Jennifer, what about Alison?" I asked, almost with a wail. "I've been wanting and hoping to see her all week and to find out what's bothering her, and to be with her, and to give her pleasure, and talk like we always used to. But now you're here, and I haven't even seen Alison all week."

She looked thoughtful. "You don't know, do you?" she asked. "No of course you don't," she answered herself. "No one would have told you. That's the way the rules work here."

She continued, "Poor boy, your Alison is in deep trouble with the Mistress right now."

"But why? What did she do?" I asked. "She's always been so loyal, and she seemed so happy here."

"Do you remember the Friday before your induction ceremony, when the mistress turned you over to all of us so we could use you as a sex toy?"

"How could I forget? That was amazing and crazy at the same time. What made it special was that I knew Alison was receiving so much pleasure from me along with everyone else."

"You poor, poor thing," said Jennifer, putting her hand on my shoulder. "That's what Mistress is upset about. Alison wasn't even there. She told Mistress she had a stomach ache that might, but I know good and well that was a lie, and I think Mistress does, too." 

The news hit me like an anvil had just been dropped on my head. Jennifer knelt down in front of me quickly and took me in her arms as I began sobbing, both because Alison wasn't there and because I felt as if Alison had deserted me.

Jennifer was wearing a tiny black bikini bottom and a small silver knit top with long sleeves. She let me press up against her toned body as she cradled me in her arms, and I cried my eyes out. 

After a few minutes, in spite of my sorrow, my erection was raging. Jennifer saw this and began stroking me. I began to melt into her. After a few minutes, she stood me up and walked me over to the bed. She shucked her bikini bottoms but left her top on, and kept stroking me as she did so. 

Then she pushed me over a little, climbed on top of me and pushed me into her, and it felt like heaven. She rode me hard as she squeezed me with her kegels, as my breathing got faster and faster, I reached up to play with her breasts but she slapped my hands away. "No slaveboy. This is my show," she said.

I started rubbing her clitoris, and that she let me do. I rubbed and rubbed as she humped and humped. We both came at the same time, and it was glorious. She fell into my arms and we rolled over on the bed, hugging each other close and laughing.

"I think that's the first time I've come simultaneously with anyone," she laughed. "So Greggy boy I think you've made history tonight in more than one way.

"Also, it's the first time Mistress has let so new a slave be inside of one of us women, silly boy. You should be grateful indeed."

"I don't know what to think," I said.

"Well then don't think," she replied. "Just remember to drink in any pleasure Mistress allows you, because she doesn't always allow you males all that much."

"I just know you are a wonderful woman, Jennifer," I said. "I never thought I'd get to know you this way, but I know I'm happy I did. We cuddled and chatted for a few minutes more.

Then she got up to go. "Get on your knees as soon as I leave," she said. "When I'm gone, Miss Becky's going to come in and check that you've come, so you don't have to be milked this weekend, and then she's going to lock you back into chastity."

That's exactly what happened. Miss Becky still had a sour look on her face, as she checked my body for signs of come. When she was satisfied, she locked me up, told me to take a shower and then go to bed. I kissed her feet as she left the room, and went immediately to do as she asked. I still did miss Alison.

The next morning I was assigned household carpentry. All of us had lunch together and the Mistress was present. So was Alison, though she and I had not yet exchanged a word.

The conversation was pleasant enough, but Jennifer was mostly silent. Alison looked sad and a little nervous. Miss Becky still seemed put out. The Mistress was serene, but not talkative.

After we finished eating, the Mistress looked at Miss Becky and said with a smile that was just slightly wicked, "Sweetheart, I think it's time we milked any males who have not earned an orgasmic release in the last two weeks."

Miss Becky looked puzzled for just a second, but then said, "Mistress, each of these males has had release within the past seven days."

"What?" said the Mistress sharply. "Becky, come over here right now," she said with anger in her voice, as she moved to an easy chair up against the wall and sat down. Miss Becky kissed her feet and knelt before her. 

They talked intently for several minutes while we at the table sat in silence. I was extremely puzzled. Then at the end, I noticed just the hint of a smile on Miss Becky's face.

The two women rose, and Mistress Melissa called out, "Jennifer! Remove your clothes immediately and report to the punishment cross! Do it now!" Jennifer stood without a word and did as she was told. When there, she knelt with her legs spread and her head hung low. What was the matter? The Mistress' anger did not make sense to me.

The Mistress said, "Becky, please bring me the cane and the tools. I'm going to inflict this punishment myself." Miss Becky did as she was told. After she had brought the implements, she told Miss Becky to take her seat at the table until she was needed.

Mistress Melissa turned toward Jennifer, and said, "Jennifer, do you know why you are being punished?"

"Yes Mistress I do," she said.

"Then why don't you tell everyone why you deserve this?"

"Mistress," she said, tears running down her face. "Great and wonderful Mistress, I have had unauthorized intimate contact with a male, and without authorization I allowed this male to penetrate my body, thus committing an outrage upon this sacred household. Mistress Melissa, I'm so very, very sorry."

"You are right to be sorry," said the Mistress. "What you did was so wrong. I have to make an example out of you for the others."

"Yes Mistress," said Jennifer, hanging her head.

"I couldn't stand it. I jumped up and called out, "Mistress, this isn't fair. I'm at least as guilty as she is. Please punish me instead."

"Be quiet and sit down, Gregg!" the Mistress said. "It isn't your place to talk now, so keep your mouth shut unless you are asked to speak." As I sat down Alison looked over to me with first amazement and then anger, but she didn't say anything.

My heart went out to Jennifer as the Mistress turned back to her. She produced a small dildo and shoved it into Jennifer's mouth. "You will wear that throughout your punishment, so everyone can understand you were penetrated without my permission."

Jennifer, effectively gagged, just nodded as she wept. The Mistress made Jennifer stand and turn to face the punishment cross, her arms extended over her head to the pegs. The Mistress then inserted a small plug in her anus. "This is to remind you keep yourself under control if you wish to remain my slave," she told Jennifer.

She then gave Jennifer fifty strokes with the cane. Jennifer bore it quietly. Her ass cheeks were bleeding badly at the end. 

The Mistress said. "Turn around slowly Jennifer, so everyone can see the plug, the dildo, and your punished ass. Even though Jennifer was still crying, she did as she was told, making a graceful pirouette that would have made any professional model proud. 

After, Jennifer just stood there crying. Then the Mistress produced a belt with a kind of plate over it, and fastened it over Jennifer's sex. She looked at Jennifer and said, "Confinement for two days. Loss of sexual privileges for two weeks. You are to wear nothing on your bottoms in this house except that chastity device for the entire two weeks.

"Now go," she said to Jennifer. She turned to Miss Becky and said, "Follow along with her to make sure she's locked in tight. Jennifer kissed the Mistress' feet and stayed on her knees until Miss Becky had presented herself and done homage. Then both women rose and walked towards the women's section without another word.

The Mistress glared at me. "Gregg, you're not even worth punishing, so I won't whip you. No orgasm for at least a month and loss of all intimacy privileges during that time. You will be milked next time and everyone here will see it. Go straight to your room right away."

I was confused and deeply sad for Jennifer, and wondered what Alison would think now. The anger she'd shown worried me. I went towards the Mistress to kiss her feet before leaving, but she said, "No. You're not worthy. Just kneel where you are, kiss the floor in front of me, and go."

Now, more confused than ever, I did as I was told and went to my room. I just lay on my bed for an hour and tried to sort things out. Then Miss Becky came into the room. I jumped off the bed and knelt to kiss her feet. After, I knelt up and she slapped my face.

"You idiot!" she said. "Never ever intervene when Mistress wants to punish someone. It's her choice. It's her right, and I guarantee you she always has her reasons."

"But why?" I asked. "You unlocked me, ma'am. I thought what Jennifer did was authorized."

"That's not really any of your business right now," she said. "But I will tell you, in spite of Alison's screwups, Mistress wants very badly to keep her in the household, and I think you with your little knight-in-shining-armor bit might have messed that up totally.

"We'll see. You better hope not. If Mistress decides you're the reason Alison is unhappy you'll be out of here in a heartbeat."

"But," I said. "I haven't even talked to her. She didn't even show up at the Friday night initiation."

"You're not really supposed to know that," Miss Becky said. "Regardless, I know Alison still cares about you, and I know she's very upset right now. So if you have a chance to make it right with her over the next few days, I suggest you take it."

"Thanks, Miss Becky," I said. "I'll do as you say as soon as I get a chance."

"That's a good slave boy," she said. "Why don't you stand up and give Mama a hug?" I stood up and hugged her as she gave me a longer kiss than I expected. "You're a brave and crazy boy," she said. "I really hope it works out for you here.

With that she had me kiss her feet, and she left the room. About twenty minutes later, Alison walked into my room.

"Uh, hello Alison," I said. She was wearing tight jeans, sandals and a blue short-sleeved top. She looked at me hard. 

"I know I'm not your Mistress," she said. "And I know I'm not even Miss Becky, but you'd better get on your knees in front of me right now.

"But, Alison," I tried to say. She just continued looking at me, pointed at her feet and snapped her fingers.

"Now, Gregg," she said. Once I was at her feet, she slapped me across the face three times hard.

"You jerk! You worm! You bastard!" she said. "How could you take that woman's part after she violated you, and violated every sacred reason for this house? How could you?"

"But, Alison, I thought . . ." 

"You thought," she said. "Don't think, you fool. If Jennifer showed up with a key to your belt, you did what you had to, but to defend it, and to take up for her as if she mattered to you; you humiliated me in front of everyone, and now I won't even get to touch you for a month!"

She slapped my face again, then pulled me to my feet. She hugged me to her and kissed me hard. It felt so good to have her body next to mine. "I know it's against the rules, but I have to have at least this," she said. "Gregg, whatever happens, just don't let me lose you again."

"I won't Alison. You know I won't," I sobbed. I wanted to ask her about the previous Friday, but I did not dare.

"See that you don't," she told me. "You are very brave, but if you don't channel it in the right directions, you'll be gone from here, and I couldn't stand that." She kissed me again quickly, then turned and left the room. 

The next month was excruciating. The women would occasionally give me winks and smiles when I passed by them, but conversation was on generalities. They helped me a lot on my yard sale. I do admit Jennifer looked really hot in the tiny chastity belt bottoms the Mistress had made her wear. She set it off with cropped tops and Victoria's Secret bras. She smiled and winked at me a couple of times, but would not say a word.

In two weeks my time to be milked came up. That day at lunch all the women except Miss Becky and the Mistress were topless and wearing small bikini bottoms. Jennifer had had her chastity device removed in a private ceremony. She and all the women were wearing guilty smiles, and I could only imagine what they had been up to since Jennifer had been "liberated."

The two males looked like they had had a nice time of their own, and so when the Mistress announced it was time for milking, Miss Becky presented me as the only male who needed it. My erotic agony was excruciating.

After I got to the punishment cross, the Mistress came up and unlocked my chastity belt. She then proceeded to masturbate me. I was jumping out of my skin, but she stopped just before I could come. She said, "Becky sweetheart, I think this slave is very ready for milking. Would you take it from here?"

The Mistress went back to her seat. Miss Becky put on a rubber glove, had me bend over a little, facing my grinning fellow slaves, stuck her finger in my anus, and found my prostate. It didn't take long. There was a lot of come, but it didn't feel at all like an orgasm. As before I had to lick every bit of it up. Miss Becky then locked me back up in chastity and had me remain on my knees there for an hour.

A few days later the Mistress released me early from her denial of intimacy, and I had a nice time pleasuring Alison and Meghan that same night. The following night Shauna came by and I spent some pleasant time pleasuring her. Jennifer showed up the same night and sat on my face, riding me fiercely.

My wages for all this sexual service was hugs, caresses and compliments. Then two or three nights after that, Alison showed up by herself. She was wearing a small robe and shed it as soon as she closed the door. 

She was wearing nothing else, and her sex looked like it had been in a fight. "What happened, Alison," I asked, concerned. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, silly," she said. "I'm fine. I'm great, actually." She got up on the bed, gave me a hug, and continued, "Just in the last hour, at Mistress Melissa's command, I made love to both Kevin and Jeff. It was amazing. It was really hot. And I got to watch them do each other, too. I had such a good time."

"Does that mean you're gong to make love to me, too?" I asked, hopefully.

"No, Gregg, it doesn't," she said, looking a little bit sad. "I've been meaning to talk to you about this since your initiation and ceremony.

"I wasn't at the initiation orgy because I can never make love to you again. It would turn my loyalty back to you and away from our Mistress, and so I would be betraying her if I ever did that. It took me nearly a week to make her finally understand that you could only be here if you were prohibited entirely from making love again. Ever.

"I know it's unfair, but it's what I need to both have you here and to remain entirely devoted to Mistress. And this way all we women can have loving contact with you. There won't be any jealousy. And you can be a knight in shining armor for all of us."

I just held on to her weeping. It seemed like such a high price to pay.

Then Alison said, "I want you to do something for me, Gregg. I want you to get on your knees beside the bed." She then presented her engorged sex to me and said, "Eat me, Gregg. Eat all of Jeff and Kevin's come out of me. Show me you love me now."

I wanted to protest, but I did love her, and so I did what she asked. As I licked her the warm mingled flavors made me blush. As I licked harder and deeper she squirmed and squirmed until she finally came and came hard.

After, she pulled me back onto the bed and we lay close together for a few minutes. "Gregg, I know more is being asked of you than of the other guys," she said. "And I know a lot is happening that's hard to understand, but it's really for the best. Mistress likes you a lot, and I know you want to live up to her standards. So be brave. Be a good slave, and you'll be happy here."

With that she kissed me, got up, put her robe back on and left the room.

Needless to say my physical frustration continued to grow. Alison, Meghan, and Shauna stopped by occasionally for make-out and cunnilingus sessions, and even though the sessions were physically frustrating on one level, it gave me a great deal of joy to be part of each of their lives, to be able to touch, embrace and kiss them, and to be able to bring me pleasure.

Several days after the initial visit from Alison, Miss Becky directed me to go to Mistress Melissa's office. When I entered I saw Jennifer kneeling on the floor to the side of Mistress' chair. She was wearing only black bikini bottoms, and her body with its artful tattoos looked great.

I immediately went up to Mistress, knelt down and kissed her feet. Immediately after, she told me to stand. She took out a key, and unlocked and removed my chastity belt. The she told me to turn and face Jennifer.

Jennifer was looking up at me with a complex sort of smile on her face. The Mistress said, "Jennifer, suck his cock." This surprised me as normally Mistress frowned on the use of crude language. 

But Jennifer was not bothered. Immediately she took my penis in her mouth and began fellating me vigorously. The sensation was divine. She had her hands on my bottom, and I started running my fingers through her hair, caressing her gently.

"Call out your pleasure," said the Mistress. "Let Jennifer know how she is doing."




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 03



"Oh my," I stuttered. "Oh this is wonderful. Oh please don't stop." Then several minutes later, I said, "Oh! So wonderful. I'm about to come," I went on as I felt my balls tense and the sensation in my engorged penis intensify.

"Stop!" said the Mistress in a clear voice. Immediately Jennifer pulled her face away from me, and I thrust my hips forward futilely. Jennifer looked up at me with an apologetic expression on her face.

"Jennifer sweetie, would you please lock Gregg back up in his chastity belt," the Mistress said, handing Jennifer the apparatus. Without a word Jennifer did as she was asked, although she looked kind of longingly at my equipment before she tucked it away inside and locked the clasps.

"Jennifer dear," said the Mistress. "I think that will be all. You may go now." Immediately Jennifer turned toward the Mistress, kissed her feet, got up, and left the room.

When she was gone, the Mistress said, "Kneel and face me Gregg." I did so. "Gregg," she said. "What lesson do you think you have learned from the experience you just had with Jennifer?" 

I knew if I said something crude about how pleasurable the blow job had been and how frustrated I was it had not been completed, that it would not go over very well. It wouldn't do to be too knowledgeable either. So I said, "I think I've learned, Mistress, that my sexuality is your property, and that I only experience pleasure when you want me to."

"That's good," she said with a smile. "It seems you are learning. But there's more. Not only your pleasure, but Jennifer's as well belongs to me, and is mine to bestow or withhold as I choose.

"In fact the sexuality of everyone in this household, female as well as male, belongs entirely to me. When one of the girls receives pleasure from you, that's because it is what I want and it pleases me. When pleasure is withheld from you or anyone else here, it's because it's what I want and it pleases me. Do you have a right to question what I want or when I want it?"

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

"Do you have the right to question when I decide to punish you or anyone else here?

"No, Mistress, I don't." 

"If my reasons seem misconstrued or unfair, or I seem to be punishing the wrong person, does that give you a right to question any of my decisions?"

"No, Mistress, it doesn't." 

"If I relax or tighten any of my rules at any time, for one person, for a group of people, or for everyone in this house, does this give you a right to question?"

"No, Mistress, it does not."

"If I want to keep you in complete chastity while allowing the other slaves, particularly the women, a certain measure of sexual freedom, is that my right?"

"Yes, Mistress, it is."

"Well good then," the Mistress said. "It really is possible to educate a male," she continued with a smile, patting my cheek. "I strongly do believe you have the potential to be a very good slave, and I am looking forward to having you around here a long time. I think the girls are looking forward to it, too," she said, her smile broadening. "You're quite the hit with them." She put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Go on, go to your room, and meditate on what we have discussed. I expect your unfulfilled state of arousal will make it easier for you to concentrate."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, my face reddening. 

"You're cute when you blush," said Mistress Melissa. I kissed her feet and left the room.

The following week, after my milking, the Mistress called me into her office and told me I was going to be accompanying her to serve at her condo the following week. "This is a very significant privilege," she said. "You will have my undivided attention quite often, and you will have the opportunity to serve me more personally, and to learn from me."

My heart beat faster. I think it is no secret that by this time I had begun to regard Mistress Melissa as virtually a goddess. "Th-thank you, Mistress," I stuttered. "I'll do my best for you."

"I know you will, sweetheart," she said. "You've proven to be very brave, and very devoted, and I love the way you've become an emotional support for my girls." She smiled broadly. "Now go find Becky," she said. "She'll set you up with everything you need."

When I arrived at Miss Becky's office I knelt down and kissed her feet. I told her what the Mistress had told me. She smiled and said, "That's really great, Gregg. You'll have a lot of personal time with her, and you'll find it's bliss just to be in her presence.

"Anyway, come with me." She grabbed a tape measure out of a drawer, came around the desk, grabbed me by the hand, and led me to my room. Once there she shut the door and proceeded to measure all my clothing sizes.

"You'll be packing clothes for going out a couple of nights," she said. "And you'll need some proper (and improper) servant wear." At this she gave a guilty grin. "Anything you don't already have we're going to buy for you, and it will be waiting at her condo. You're going to have a great time."

Dinner was nice, and everyone was there. I confess, though, I was already deep in anticipation and suspense about what my week at the Mistress' condo would bring. After dinner, Alison was punished for some infraction I did not understand. 

Before her whipping, she was made to take a large plug in her ass, and she accepted it without a whimper. It was strange to see her naked body displayed for everyone at the punishment cross, when I'd only seen her close up, at intimate moments. She looked so vulnerable and further from me than ever.

The next morning I was assigned some inside maintenance chores. Then a little after 10 am, Miss Becky came and got me. After I kissed her feet, she took me to my room and had me get dressed and pack a bag with a few clothes, in case Mistress wanted to take me out of the apartment. I was on vacation that week from my job. Now I knew why Miss Becky had told me to take this vacation.

She had me get dressed and put on a coat; it was getting on towards winter. She then led me back into the house and out the front door. There was a nice silver Mercedes sitting there, and the Mistress and Alison were standing by the car.

Miss Becky handed me a set of car keys. I understood immediately. I went up immediately and kissed the Mistress' feet. I rose and turned toward Alison. Instead of the usual hug, she offered me her hand to kiss. I was hurt and confused, but I kept my peace and kissed her hand.

Then I opened the rear door so both of them could get in the car. Afterward, I got in the drivers' seat and started the car. The Mistress gave me directions to her condo, and I started out the drive to the road.

As we drove towards town, I heard the two women talking softly and then heard nuzzling and kissing sounds. I caught a quick look in the rear view mirror and saw that the Mistress and Alison were locked in a passionate embrace, practically devouring each other. Their hands were inside each others' coats, inside each others' clothes and all over each others' bodies.

When I got to the modern building that contained the Mistress' condo, she told me, in a panting voice, "Let us off here. Take the car down to the parking garage, then unload it and bring everything up to the apartment. 

"Here's the key," she said, handing it to me. "Alison and I have to finish what we started, so don't disturb us once you have everything inside. At this I went around to the other side of the car and let them out. They were giggling and holding onto each other as they stumbled to the front door.

As soon as they were inside, I drove to the parking garage and started unloading the car. It took me two trips to get everything upstairs. Once everything was upstairs I put away what I could and stacked the rest neatly out of the way. 

I noticed the two women's coats and Alison's green top lying on the floor. I picked up the coats and hung them in the closet. I folded the top neatly and put it on top of what I recognized as Alison's bag. Then I took off my own clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them on top of my bag. Muffled sounds of strenuous lovemaking were coming from deeper inside the apartment.

I was in agony. I felt aroused and realized there was no prospect of release. In a way it was sad to know the woman I loved and the Mistress I revered were locked in a crude embrace, and that I was left out here alone. I decided to kneel off to the side, so I couldn't see in the bedroom if one of them opened the door, but so they would see me rather quickly.

Then I waited for the better part of an hour. Then Alison came out looking very disheveled, dressed in her slacks and a cute bra, with a silly and satisfied grin on her face. "Where's my top, slave boy," she said. I pointed to where I had put it.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said. "Go get it for me." I obeyed and brought it to her. She looked me in the eye, "That was some great sex," she said. "Mistress Melissa does things to me you couldn't even dream about, you poor sad boy. Now go get my coat." I brought it to her and helped her on with it.

"Mistress is sleeping now," Alison told me. "She says you should knock on the bedroom door gently, mind you, at five sharp, and on no account disturb her at all before then."

"OK," I said.

"Hmm!" said Alison. "I'm going to let this go, but I think you are going to have to show a little more respect to me from here on out." She put her finger to my lips. "Don't ask!" she said. "Just be a good slave and obey." With that she opened the door and left the apartment.

I stood there a little bit stunned. 

Not knowing what else to do, I knelt back down and this time started meditating. I thought about the Mistress and how she had completely bowled me over with both her sensuality and her power, both over me and over the others. About how I would do anything and everything she told me to, and with complete trust in her judgment.

And if she had decided Alison was going to be an assistant Mistress, or another slave overseer, like Miss Becky, or if she was going to make my Alison into her girlfriend, then that was the way things should be. I began to feel a sense of peace; that the Mistress should be primary in my life, and it was OK if Alison and I started to drift apart, if that's what the Mistress wanted.

At five I knocked on Mistress Melissa's door, and she told me to prepare dinner, and she would be out in an hour. I worked up a nice roast, and she came out with a long white dressing gown on exactly when she said she would. She had a lovely and satisfied smile on her face.

After I had kissed her feet, I got up to serve dinner, but instead she beckoned me to her. She had a key in her hand that I recognized. She unlocked my chastity belt and took it off me.

"In my house in town, you have to be really naked," she said. "Make no mistake about it, I'm still going to expect you to be completely chaste, but here you'll have to do it because you want to do it, for me."

"It will be so difficult, Mistress," I said.

"Yes, I know it will be, dear boy," she replied. "But I have been observing you since you became my property, and I think you of all my slaves are up to the challenge. You're very special, and I want you to prove to me how special you are this week."

She was caressing my hip, and my erection was raging. "When you do this for me," she said. "It's a gift of your erotic self to me. It gives me both male and female power, and it allows me to be so much more to my Alison."

I realized very strongly that Alison was gone from me now, and even though I was ready for it when the Mistress said what she said, and even though I knew it was perfectly all right if it was what my Mistress wanted, it hurt, and I began to sob.

"Poor darling," said the Mistress. "You've lost her now, and I know it hurts. But think of how happy she makes me, and how that happiness feeds back to you and the other slaves, how happy we are as a household when I feel this good."

"I know it's right," I told her. "I know you can love her much better than I can, because you have so much more to give. Your happiness means everything to me, and if me losing Alison completely to you makes you happy, then it is a sacrifice I should make, and a sacrifice I should be proud to make for my Mistress."

I looked her in the eyes. My eyes were still wet, and I saw hers were, too. She stood up and hugged me to her. "You are braver even than I thought," she said. "You are my best slave ever."

She then told me where my room was, told me she would explain the rest of the rules tomorrow, and had me serve her dinner. I waited on her hand and foot, and then while she relaxed after dinner, I had mine in the kitchen before I cleaned everything up.

Then I came out to the living room and knelt before her. She just kept on reading for a while. When she was ready she had me go draw her bath. When I was done I came back to let her know.

She led me into the bathroom, and had me take her nightgown off her shoulders. She stepped into the tub, and her nudity was glorious. I then bathed her, and I must admit drank in her beauty like a greedy drunk as I washed her everywhere. 

When she was clean to her satisfaction, she stood up and I began draining the tub, and dried her off, slowly and sensuously. When she was dry, she had me comb out her hair, and then dry it with the hair dryer, and comb it out again.

After that she brought me into her bedroom. She lay face-down on the bed and had me give her a back massage. After she turned over and had me go down on her. She had at least four orgasms. "My, you're good with your tongue, Gregg," she told me. "We won't tell Alison, will we? She might get jealous."

My erection was even harder and more insistent now. But when the Mistress had had her final orgasm of the night, she dismissed me and sent me to bed. I barely slept a wink.

The next morning, after I had served the Mistress breakfast, she had me kneel before her. "Why did I have you give me four orgasms last night?" she asked.

"Because you wanted the pleasure and had a right to it," I replied.

"Good answer," she said. "Why do you think I left you without any orgasm?" she asked.

"Because it increased your pleasure to do so, and you had the right," I said.

"Very nice," she said. "Did you touch yourself last night?"

"I admit," I said. "I touched myself lightly a few times, but every time I thought about you, and what you want, and so I didn't masturbate. It was difficult to go without an orgasm when I was so hot for you, but I remembered everything you've said, and I sacrificed it for you."

"That's simply beautiful, dear slave," she exclaimed. "Do you support my love relationship with Alison?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do," I said immediately. "Because it makes you happier."

She put her hand on my cheek, and caressed. "You're so perfectly devoted," she said. Then she explained the rest of the house rules.

I was to sleep in the small bedroom off to the side where I had spent the previous night, and wake promptly at the hour she set. I was to fix all meals, pick up after the Mistress and any guests, keep the place tidy at all times and perform any major chores as needed and directed.

When there were no non-household guests in the condo, I was to remain completely nude. Mistress was going to have a date every night but one this week, starting tonight. Sometimes she would stay with her date, and sometimes come home after. She would be bringing Alison home at least one night this week, and there would be one date with me.

She gave me the codes so I knew when and when not to answer the door, and told me what to wear if anyone from the straight world was her guest. I did not have to worry she would invite anyone over while I was here whose presence would compromise my work life. She knew who those people were and I trembled to think that she would take this kind of trouble to protect me.

That night, she had a date. She had Shauna come over after her drive time show to help her with her clothes and makeup. Shauna gave her her bath, and I think they might have made love while they were in there alone. After the bath Mistress called me in, and I knelt by her makeup table to observe while Shauna made her up. "I expect you to learn how to do this, too," the Mistress said.

When her makeup was on, Shauna and I followed her into the bedroom, and I watched Shauna pick out the right outfit for her date; a knee length black skirt with a jacket and no top over her bra. Underneath, in addition to a black push-up bra the Mistress had on gartered stockings in a black shade and no panties. "He's kind of impatient," she laughed, "And I don't want to put anything in his way."

Pretty soon, Mistress Melissa's date arrived. He was a big jock-ish looking fellow. Mistress explained us off as a couple of cousins from out of town, but the guy didn't really notice. Then they were out the door and gone.

Shauna took me back to my bedroom, and we lay down together. But she didn't take off any clothes. We rolled around and kissed and hugged, and after a few minutes, in spite of my intense erection that I knew was not going to be satisfied, we began to talk. 

"What's with Alison and the Mistress?" she asked me. "Alison's really distant from all of us right now, and Mistress seems totally focused on her."

"I think our Mistress is in love with her," I said. "And I think Alison's getting ready to be a co-Mistress or something."

"That would explain it, but I do hope you're wrong," Shauna said. "Meghan's totally miserable because Alison never spends any time with her. I don't think Meghan could handle it if Alison wanted to dom her."

Then Shauna stroked my penis a few times and I began to squirm. Then she stopped and I wanted to cry out and beg for release. Then I thought of Mistress and just hugged Shauna to me. "It's really good for Mistress that you're willing to be chaste for her," she said. "It makes her so much happier when she knows someone special is giving up so much for her," she added with a smile.

"Anyway," she said. "I've got to go. It was really nice talking to you and being close to you again, Gregg. "I want Meghan and me both to spend more time with you, and we will."

With that, Shauna got up off the bed, grabbed her coat and left the apartment. I got up, did a few chores and went to bed. Around midnight, the phone rang, with the correct code for me to answer. So I picked up.

It was the Mistress. "Gregg," she said. "This is amazing. I've been laid eight times already tonight, and Goddess knows how many times I've come. I was so sore I had to let him fuck my ass this last time.

"But I'm recovered now. I'm going to go back one more time and fuck him good and hard before I go to sleep. Anyway, goodnight Gregg." She hung up the phone. I was sick to feel the Mistress was degrading herself like this, but it made me incredibly hot. I started to masturbate, until quickly I realized it didn't matter how Mistress chose to conduct herself, she was still my Mistress, and she still wanted me to be chaste. 

So I stopped, and tossed and turned for another two hours before I fell asleep. About nine the next morning, Mistress Melissa came into my bedroom, and touched my penis. It felt like a delicious dream. Then she stopped, cupped my chin in her hand, and said, "Gregg, wake up. I need you for something."

I rolled out of bed slowly, knelt down and kissed Mistress' feet. She helped me to my feet and led me by the hand to her bedroom where she lay on the big four-poster bed with her legs spread and pointed to her engorged and bruised sex.

So I went down on her immediately. Of course the residue of her multiple bouts of lovemaking was still inside her and coating the insides of her legs. She made me clean it all off with my tongue.




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 03



First she lay still, then she started moving around a little, and as my tongue dove deeper, she started squirming, until at last she had three orgasms in quick succession. "That's wonderful, Gregg dear," she said, and fell fast asleep. I lay with my head on her belly for a few minutes, feeling that the homage I had just paid showed that no matter what she did, she was my Mistress and rightfully so.

About two hours later, she woke me again and had me fix her brunch. Afterward she had me kneel at her feet, and we had another little question and answer session. "What I did last night, debasing myself for that man, was that right?"

"If it pleased you, Mistress, yes it was," I replied. 

She smiled. "Does it bother you to be completely chaste, while I your Mistress lead such an active sex life?"

"Sometimes, Mistress," I said. "Yes it does, but I know that by offering my chastity to you, your pleasure is more intense and more your own. My strength goes into you and allows you to enjoy more.

"Aside from feeling my frustration, I felt your pleasure last night after you called. And I felt so strongly you had the right to do what you did that I had to put my hand at my side and just try to sleep.

"Then when I ate you this morning, and used my tongue to clean your yoni, I acknowledged by taking that man's used up sperm in my mouth, my complete acceptance of your right to disport yourself how you choose, that as you are my Mistress, there is and should be no constraint from me on your freedom.

"Well said, sweet slave, my beloved Gregg," said the Mistress. "Tonight is your night."

And so it was. After my chores Meghan came over, dressed in a sweater, a short skirt and some highly retro over-the-knee leg warmers. The Mistress called out, "Why don't you two go have a private conversation for the next half hour or so. I'll call you when I need you, Meghan.

After Meghan kissed the Mistress' feet, we practically ran back to the bedroom. "You look hot," I told her admiringly. "And you look ready," she said with a smile eying my raging erection. She took off her sweater, and was topless underneath. She took off her skirt and had only a pair of thong panties underneath. She left on the leg warmers, which I loved. 

We rolled around on the bed for a few minutes and I even cunnilingued her through her panties. She played with my penis a little, but let it go as I began to get excited. "We can't have you breaking your word to Mistress, now can we, sweetie?" she asked.

Ruefully I nodded. "No we certainly can't do that," I said.

Afterward we talked for a while. She asked me how I was, and I told her of how my physical frustration was bringing me closer to the Mistress, and making me more accepting of her ways.

"That always amazes me," said Meghan, putting my hand on one of her breasts. "With me and the other women, she has us come over and over again until we turn into puddles, and that's what makes us closer to her and more obedient."

She smiled. "Too bad for you, I suppose, in a way." she hugged me close. I wanted to ask her about Alison, but just then the Mistress called. Meghan took a moment to fluff up her curly dirty blonde hair and then, still topless, ran out of the room to tend to Mistress Melissa. 

After a few minutes the Mistress called and I went to her. Meghan was on her knees giving her a pedicure. I quickly knelt down and kissed lightly on Mistress' feet to avoid interfering with Meghan's work.

"I just want you to stay on your knees and watch for a few moments," said the Mistress. Meghan's hands moved quickly as she trimmed the nails, then used the cuticle instrument on them. She applied a bright red polish very carefully.

"At the right time, I'll expect you to be able to do this, and all my other cosmetic duties," said the Mistress. "So do watch carefully." After Meghan was done, Mistress Melissa told me to go to my room and put on the suit that would be hanging in the closet for me.

It was an excellent pin-striped single breasted suit. There was a nice blue shirt, and elegant tie and some great European shoes to go with it. I got dressed with enthusiasm.

I decided I would present myself to Mistress so she could see how I looked. But as I came towards her room, I saw Meghan on her knees going down on our Mistress, who was writhing in pleasure. After about a half hour Mistress Melissa called out, "Come in here Gregg, and let's see how you look."

So I ventured forth. In the other room the Mistress was sitting in a chair with Meghan, still topless kneeling beside her. Mistress was wearing an elegant black cocktail dress with high fashion shoes. Both of them were smiling. I knelt down and kissed the Mistress' feet.

"Why do you think we're both smiling?" she asked. 

"I don't know," I said.

"Oh yes you do," said the Mistress with a grin. "I saw you sneaking up to spy on Meghan and me, you bad little boy."

"But, Mistress!" I said, worried just a little. "I didn't see anything, and I didn't mean it."

"Gregg, honey, I'll decide whether or not to punish you later," she said. "But I want to tell you the reason we are both smiling. After Meghan got done eating me, I had her jill herself to five orgasms while I got dressed and watched. 

"Wasn't that fun, honey?" she said to Meghan, who looked up to her smiling with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "Oh, Mistress, it was wonderful," she said. "It just helped me realize how special you are"

"You see, Gregg," Mistress Melissa said. "That's one big difference between men and women. Pleasure fulfilled gives a woman a sense of gratitude and brings out the very best in her. By contrast pleasure fulfilled in most men just makes them cranky and distant. That's why I encourage my women to have as many orgasms as possible, and why I keep you in chastity.

"It brings out the best in you for you to sacrifice your manhood to me like that. Hasn't he just been wonderful, Meghan, since I started keeping him chaste?"

"Yes Mistress, he has," Meghan replied. "He's turned into one of the nicest and most cuddly men I've ever met. I love spending time with him."

"You see, Gregg," the Mistress said. "I bring out the best in both genders of my slaves, and that's what makes my household so wonderful."

I bowed to the floor. "Thank you, Mistress for such a beautiful household," I said. "And thank you for allowing me to be part of it and so close to your other slaves."

"You are more than welcome, Gregg," said the Mistress. She looked down at Meghan, and said, "Meghan, darling, I think you can go now. Have a safe drive home." Immediately she kissed Mistress Melissa's feet and left the room. 

After a few moments the Mistress stood, took my hand and had me rise as well. "Shall we go?" she said with another wonderful smile. We went to the hall closet. I opened the door, got her coat, and held it open for her. Just before she slipped into it, she pointed into the closet where there was a good-looking men's overcoat.

She smiled. I put it on and it fit perfectly. "Thank you so much, Mistress," I said and was getting ready to kiss her feet when she held up her hand to be kissed. So that's what I did.

"You're very welcome, Gregg," said the Mistress. "You are a fine man, and when you go out with me, I want you to look the part. Let's go to the car. She took my hand and led me out of the apartment.

At the car, she handed me the keys and I held the passenger side door open for her. After I was in, our seat belts were fastened, and I started to drive, she began to speak. "As I think you already know, sweetheart, the rules for tonight, and any time you are out in public with me, are quite a bit different than when we are at home."

She told me there was to be no obvious kneeling and bowing and mistress'ing. However, I was to do nothing this night without first asking her permission. I was to find ways to show her respect without being obvious or silly about it. Also I was to show her all the old-fashioned traditional courtesies expected of a man on a date.

Our first stop was a concert by the local symphony. I noticed she wanted us to hold hands, and she kept her hand in front when we did so. I figured this was one of the courtesies she expected and did not fight it.

The concert was Mozart and some baroque composer whose name I cannot recall. It was very relaxing, and I discovered what a warm sensual experience it was to have the Mistress beside me, leaning slightly into me. The gentle pressure on my arm was hypnotic. Halfway through, she took my hand again and held it through the rest of the concert.

After, she took us a few blocks to the nicest steakhouse in town. Of course I handed her wrap to the maitre d', and insisted on pulling out her chair myself so she could be seated. Once we were seated and our order was in, Mistress Melissa looked me in the eye. She took my hand in hers.

"Gregg, darling, I'd like to talk about a few things with you," she said.

"Certainly, Mis – I mean Melissa," I blurted. "Oops!" I added quietly, my face getting a little warm.

She laughed, "You are just so sweet when you blush," she said. "I love it." I smiled back and she went on, "You've probably noticed how much I dote on Alison. I think I'm in love with her, but I have a feeling it's disrupting the household.

"Gregg," she added. "I know you haven't been here long, but I think you have a good feel for things at my household. What do you think?"

"Well you know how strongly I've felt for Alison," I replied. "So I can see why anyone else could fall for her. I wonder maybe a couple of things . . . I won't get into too much trouble if I'm frank, will I?"

"No sweetheart, you won't. I really badly need you to be honest with me," she said. "I know you'll be fair because I know you still love Alison."

I nodded. "You are right about that. It's still painful, but I feel good about sacrificing it for you. It makes me a better person."

"I know, dear," she said, patting my hand. "But this is important. Please tell me what you think." 

"Melissa. Mistress," I added quietly. "It might be like this. Alison sometimes gets a little mistress-y with me; she's even slapped me in the face a few times. And if she's done it with me, maybe she's done it to some of the others too, like Meghan or Jennifer."

The Mistress nodded. "Please go on," she said.

"I think maybe she's grown more distant from Meghan and Shauna. I know she's grown more distant from me; she doesn't really even talk to me any more.

"Also I've noticed Miss Becky doesn't seem to feel as comfortable as usual, and she's so important to what we have together at the household."

Another nod from the Mistress. "Also," I continued. "I know it's not my right or the right of anyone in the household to question if you choose to excuse one of us from some ritual or obligation, or favor one of us over another, or treat one of us differently for our own good, or simply for your own pleasure, but it seems like you are getting so close to Alison, and giving her so many passes, and spending so much time with her that maybe you are beginning to grow more distant from the rest of us."

Now she took both my hands in hers. "Gregg, thank you," she said. "You have been very insightful and you have given me a lot to think about. I have to do a lot of thinking now because I don't want to lose all of you."

Tears started in my eyes. "I know you'll make the right decisions for us," I told her gently. "I trust you. We all do"

Then she smiled. "The heavy thinking will have to start tomorrow," she said. "I'm on a date tonight, and I want us to have some more fun." Just then our salads came. We spent the rest of the dinner talking about the concert, about the university, about issues in town and in the nation, about science and religion. She was a complete delight.

The dinner was over. She paid the check, and would not even let me look at it. "My treat, big boy," she said. "I am after all one of the best paid attorneys in town." She grinned as my face got warm again.

We returned to the apartment. As soon as the door was locked behind us, she turned to look at me. She took my face in her two hands and gave me a deep soft sensual kiss I thought was never going to end. That alone transported me to a world of bliss.

I responded fully to the kiss and our tongues swam in each others mouths, and the touch was soft and warm and yielding; her lips pumped gently against mine. I wanted to say I love you, but didn't dare; I was afraid to lose the kiss.

Then Mistress Melissa looked intensely into my eyes. "You special, special thing, you," she said. Then she told me to take off my clothes, kneel to the floor and wait for her command. I did it as she watched, taking care to fold each item neatly and place it away from the door.

When I was done, I knelt, kissed her feet, and put my face to the floor. I heard her walk off towards her bedroom. After a few minutes, she called out in a hard voice, "Slave Gregg, Crawl to your Mistress!" Immediately I got up on my hands and knees and crawled to her.

She was seated in an ornate chair that looked something like a throne. She had a black crop in her hand and black boots on her feet, but was otherwise nude. After I kissed her feet, she had me kneel up and said, "Behold your Mistress, slave Gregg. Behold the core of your very dreams." I started to tremble from emotion.

"Will you endure pain for me, slave?" she asked, again in that hard voice.

"Yes, Mistress, I will." She pulled out a pair of clamps and clamped them to my nipples.

"Will you give pleasure, even though you suffer pain?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress, I will." She took another two pair of clamps and clamped them to the skin between my scrotum and my legs, one on each side. The four clamps together were excruciating.

"Worship your Mistress," she said. I began immediately alternately kissing her feet and praising her as if she were a living goddess. She gave a quick pull on my hair and I started kissing and licking her boots from top to bottom. I licked every inch of those boots as I continued my chanting.

She gave another tug on my hair and I moved to her bare knees and then her thighs, again kissing every inch and keeping on with that chant I cannot even remember. When I got to the tops of her thighs, she pulled me up. Once again she kissed my heart, my throat, my third eye, and my crown. "Your higher being belongs to me," she said.

"All of me belongs to you," I sighed.

"Yes, all of you, my lovely slave," she said. She pulled my head towards her nipples and had me worship, lick and suck her breasts. My nipples, clamped as they were, ached all the more. I worshipped every inch of her breasts, sucking, licking and biting on her nipples over and over again.

Then she had me kiss down her belly towards her navel and I worshipped everything between her breasts and navel. Then to her navel itself. Then below, I worshipped everything between her navel and her yoni. The pain didn't matter now. I could feel her begin to move under my lips, and her pleasure was enough for me.

Finally she ordered me to worship her yoni and I did so with enthusiasm. The pain put me in another dimension. I licked, I sucked, and I probed that beautiful yoni, the outer lips, the inner lips the clitoris.

I licked and sucked. She had her first orgasm. Then she stopped me. She pushed my head back and looked into my eyes. Her face was flushed and her hair was beginning to be a mess. "Kneel back and jack off for me," she said. I did as I was told.

After only a few minutes I was getting close to the brink. "Stop!" she said in that hard voice. Four more times she had me masturbate to the brink, and then made me stop. She got up from her chair and lay down on the bed. "Eat me again, slave Gregg," she said in a much softer tone. I got on the bed and dived into her sex.

After a very short time, she began coming, and she came, and she came, and she came. Afterward she pulled me up to her face. "Was that good for you?" she asked.

"I could feel your pleasure, Mistress," I said. "Yes it was good."

"You went through all that pain, and your only thought was my pleasure?"

"Yes, Mistress, it was." At that point she started crying. I held her face to my chest and comforted her. She fumbled her hands around and removed my clamps. For a moment it hurt worse as the blood rushed into my nipples and down between my balls and each of my legs. I kept on holding her.

Then without thinking I took her face in each of her hands and looked her in the eyes. "I love you Melissa, I mean I love you Mistress, I do, I really do," I blurted out.

Through her tears, Melissa said back to me, "I love you too, lovely slave. I love you my Gregg, and I'm not sure I'll ever love any male like this again."

Then she said, "Will you be unselfish for me? Are you willing to be my unselfish, chaste and always giving true love?"

"Yes Melissa, yes Mistress, yes my love, I want to do that for you," I said.

"Will you give up every single one of your orgasms for me?" she asked.

"For you, Mistress, for you, love, I will."

"Will you accept my own right of physical love, when, where and with whom I choose?"

"Yes, Mistress, my love, my Melissa, I will."

"Will you love all my slaves equally and with a chaste heart, and give to them bravely and unselfishly that I may have a happy household?"

"Yes Mistress, I will."

"Are you willing to be a slave among my slaves that I may have a happy household?"

"Yes Mistress, I am."

"Will you be a support to my household and a strong pillar to my household, and a knight for my household?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will."

"And will you be a support to me, and a strong pillar to me, and a knight for me, your sole Mistress?"

"Yes, Melissa, my love, I will."

"I want you to just rest next to me," she said. She looked at me with a wry smile. "I had several other things I was going to do to you, but I guess those will just have to wait," she said. We cradled each other gently and fell asleep.

The next day my Melissa was up before I was, and all I did as a servant was pick up last night's clothes and fix two meals for her. That night she finished her program with me.

After affixing the nipple and ball clamps, she had me lie face down on the bed. She began to whip me with a cat and kept it up unmercifully. I was sweating and crying and in agony. She did not stop until she was physically exhausted.

Then she lay down cradling me in her arms as she rested. After a while, she had me roll over. She buckled on a strap-on harness with a big dildo in it. "Get up here. Suck on this," she said. "Now you know what women have been going through for all eternity," she continued.

After she had enough of this, she had me lie back down and pull my knees to my shoulders. She hovered above me, her dildo looking like a weapon. Then she took it in her hand and plunged it into my ass. It was obvious she had managed to get it lubricated, and it slid in deep without any trouble.

My feelings of love came flowing through me, thorough my ass, through her dildo, to her, and I felt her love flowing back at me as our eyes met. She stepped me through my declarations of love and my willingness to be chaste and serve her.

I felt owned and loved and used, and I wanted more. The very last traces of male ego slipped away from me, and I realized I would do absolutely anything this woman wanted, and that I could trust her not to do anything that would really hurt me.

All of a sudden, just like that, I came. I burst into tears. "Mistress, I'm so very sorry," I said. "I've already ruined it."

"No, sweetheart, my love," she said softly. "You did nothing wrong. I did this to you, for you. You came out of love and submission and unselfishness, and I feel closer to you than ever."




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 03



With that the dildo slipped out. She took me in her arms and I hugged back. She reached out and removed the clamps. We fell asleep that way, and once again I did not wake until morning. 

When morning did come, she kissed me awake and had me go make her breakfast in bed. When I returned with the food she has on a little teddy and a cute pair of white panties.

After she finished eating, she had me put the tray aside and asked me to get up on the bed and kneel before her. "Sweetheart," she said. "I don't think I've ever felt this close to any male, and I think it's because you approached the whole experience with such unselfishness and have not tried to take advantage of anyone, either me or anyone in my household.

"You have even accepted Alison's choices with a brave and submissive heart. I admire you for that, and I think it's a major reason I love you."

"Thank you Melissa, my Mistress," I said. "I love you, too. I've never been this unselfish before in my life, and I feel such bliss. It's so wonderful to see you this happy."

"This is going to be a little touchy, though," she said. "I'm going to have to have a talk with Alison, and I'm not sure just how that is going to go."

"Shouldn't she just accept your decisions, Mistress?" I asked.

"You do have a point, dear boy," she laughed. "Why don't you get everything straightened up, and pack your stuff. We're going to go back to the house this morning."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, beginning to bend down towards her feet. Instead she took me in her arms and gave me a warm kiss with a lot of tongue. Then I got the food tray and went to do as she had asked.

On the way over to the house, she told me that all etiquette and rules I had observed previously were still in full force at home. I was to take special pains to show exquisite respect to everyone. I was still to be available to the women for intimate kindnesses when they wished, and I was still to be both obedient and deferential to Miss Becky.

When we got to the house, the Mistress had me take her stuff to her office, and then park the car and unpack in my room. I was also to put my chastity belt on and remain in my room until lunch. Otherwise of course I was nude.

About an hour after we got back, Alison came into my room. She dropped her panties, pulled up the short skirt she was wearing, and had me go down on her. It was clear from the taste and feel that she had just been with Jeff or Kevin, and she wanted me to clean her out. I did so without complaint.

When she had come a couple of times, Alison got off the bed, retrieved and put on her panties, and left the room. She did not say a word to me, or touch me in any way. A little while later, Miss Becky came by. She had a bright smile and greeted me with a big hug. I went to kiss her feet, but she wouldn't let me.

She took me by the hands. "Was it everything I told you it would be?" she asked.

"Yes it was," I admitted. "It was all that and more. Our Mistress is even more wonderful than I had ever expected"

She gave me another tight hug. "That's great, sweetie!" she said. "I knew this was going to be just right, and I'm so glad. Melissa, I mean Mistress, was positively glowing when I saw her a few minutes ago. It's so great you're here."

With that, she told me to head over to lunch in a few minutes. When I got there, I saw Meghan, Kevin, Jennifer, Jeff, Shauna, and Miss Becky. I went over and kissed Miss Becky's feet. All of the women hugged me warmly, though Meghan and Shauna seemed a bit pensive. I greeted the guys as well. Kevin was pleasant and talkative, but Jeff seemed to be just a bit too quiet.

After a few minutes, Miss Becky said, "It's buffet style today. It's all in the kitchen. Just help yourselves. I'll assign a couple of you to clean up after dinner." Everyone went and got their food, and we all took our places at table. Still there was no sign either of Mistress or of Alison.

After a few minutes of quiet conversation, the Mistress entered the room. She looked angry. We all stood, but she just waved us back into our chairs. She sat. Miss Becky went and got her a plate. We ate the rest of our meal in silence.

After dinner, the Mistress said, "I believe we have someone who needs to be milked today."

Miss Becky said, "Kevin, crawl to the punishment cross." He did not look surprised and did as he was told. When he got to the punishment cross, Miss Becky had him stand and grip the rail in front of him so he was a little bit bent over.

She then gave a short speech about all the males' sexuality being at the disposal of the Mistress, and about milking being necessary to the males' health when the Mistress was keeping them chaste. Then she slipped on a rubber glove and began the procedure. Kevin just looked straight ahead.

I looked over at Jeff and he looked away from me. He did not look especially happy. After the procedure was complete, and Kevin was cleaned off and had eaten his own come, he was asked to re-seat himself at table.

The Mistress looked carefully at all of us. "You know I love each and every one of you," she said. We all nodded. "You know I love Alison, too, but I feel she's been unfair to many of you. We had a long talk after I got back this morning, and I asked her to leave the household for a week to think about things, and then if she still wants to be part of us, and to belong to me, I will give her the opportunity to throw herself on my mercy."

Then she looked over at Kevin, Jeff and me. She told us, "You boys are excused. I want to talk about this in a little more detail with my girls." I blushed. Each of us got up, went over and kissed the Mistress' feet. Then the three of us walked back to our rooms. I noticed Kevin and Jeff heading towards different doors.

Things were different now. I noticed people were a little bit careful about what they said. Upon greetings there was less emotion than that to which I had become accustomed. It was still pleasant, but this week there were no intimate encounters for me, and on Saturday all three of us males were milked.

After the milking was complete the Mistress told us all to assemble in the ritual room in one hour. By now I knew how this worked; the males would all go into the room and to their balcony first. Then the females would disrobe and take their places on the main floor directly in front of the Mistress' throne, and directly below us so we could not see them.

After we were assembled I heard Miss Becky lead the females in a chant to the Divine Mother; a chant that ended, "Do your mercy, do your will. So it must be." Then a curtain opened behind the throne. We all bowed our heads to the floor.

After a few moments, the Mistress spoke in a strong voice and said, "Raise your heads lovely slaves, and look upon your Mistress, who gives you love and kindness and justice." We males knelt up and I heard the females kneeling up below us.

She was wearing a black robe, closed at the waist so only her long legs and feet were visible. Her face was very serious. "My wonderful slaves, Alison has betrayed us and left our fellowship, our company and our house," she said. "I do not know her any more and she is unwelcome among us or with us.

"We all loved her, so let us weep together to mourn our loss." At this I heard at least two of the women softly crying, and I teared up myself. I noticed Jeff looked quite sad as well. I looked up and saw that the Mistress was in tears as well, and was sobbing gently but audibly. Finally I started crying myself.

After several minutes, Mistress Melissa composed herself and said, "Alison has done us great wrong. She has mis-used slaves of mine for her own selfish ends. She has displayed unseemly fits of temper. And she has sought to tear me away from all of you.

"For this there must be punishment, but she is now beyond our power, never to return." She continued. "Someone must stand proxy for her and bear her punishment that all the household may be satisfied justice has been done. If someone wishes out of love and unselfishness to bear her punishment and restore harmony to this house, let that slave stand, and if I accept the sacrifice, I will beckon the slave forward."

I thought a moment, and knew what I had to do. I stood up. The Mistress looked up at me, then looked towards the women. For a moment she looked confused. She blinked once, and said in that strong voice, "One male and one female have volunteered to bear Alison's punishment.

"My decision is that the male will be punished first in front of the entire household, and the female shall be punished afterward, in front of the women only. Male, you may approach." I walked down the stairs, and before I could turn the corner to go towards the Mistress, I saw a blindfold draped over the banister. I put it on.

"Stand where you are, worthless slave!" said the Mistress. I stood there. In a moment, I felt a leash being attached to my collar. "Bring this offensive slave to me," said the Mistress. I felt a tug on the leash.

When I got to the steps leading to the throne, I felt a tug downward and I knelt. Another tug and my face was on the floor. "You will be whipped for this offense as you have never been whipped before," said the Mistress. "Do you acknowledge the seriousness of the offense for which you are to be whipped?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do," I sobbed.

"Good," she said. "Prepare the slave for whipping." I was tugged up and off to the side a little and then had my hands placed on two pegs above my head such that I was bent over a little.

At that the Mistress began whipping with what felt like a rattan cane. It hurt and she didn't stop. After a few minutes I could feel blood trickling down my legs, but she did not stop. And then the pain became bliss, and I imagined myself letting go of Alison's hand as she faded away from me.

Then I imagined myself letting go of Lynette's hand, and of Cynthia's hand, and both of them faded away from me as the Mistress continued whipping. I felt a little bit high, and I felt weak. I imagined myself letting go of Lucia and Susan. Then there in my imagination was the Mistress smiling and holding out her hand. I reached out noticing the whipping had stopped and felt the softness of Mistress Melissa's hand in mine.

She held me gently for a moment, and said quietly, "Thank you for this, beautiful Gregg." Then she stepped away. "This punishment is not complete," she said, once again in her hard voice.

I felt her finger slide into my ass, not gently, but well lubricated. Then the Mistress shoved a large plug into me. It stretched and hurt a little. "You will wear this as a sign of shame and as a sign of the need to keep wrong and unhealthy desires in check. It will not be removed until I decide."

Then she put clamps on my nipples and on my scrotum and on my perineum. They hurt brutally and I cried with shame, because all the other slaves could see everything. I felt it was my fault Alison had done what she had done, and that I deserved this, and that by doing this, I could atone for my mistakes and for all the ways I had disobeyed and hurt my previous Mistresses. I felt it was worth it if Mistress Melissa's hurt was soothed by this.

I felt some stinging ointment being applied to my ass and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt the Mistress doing something with my chastity equipment. After, I heard her say in that hard voice. "This unworthy creature will stay here, bound and plugged and clamped until the shame is expiated, and until I decide otherwise.

"The two remaining males may now depart." I heard a little noise as Kevin and Jeff, as far as I could tell got up to go. Then after a few moments, she said, "Female you may approach." Someone walked up to the throne and knelt where I had.

The Mistress said, "Unworthy slave for this offense you will be whipped as you have never been whipped before. Do you acknowledge the seriousness of this offense?" A female voice I did not quite recognize whispered something like, "Yes Mistress. Please punish me, I deserve it."

"Prepare yourself for whipping," the Mistress said. Soon the whip was falling unmercifully and I heard small moans and whimpers. Then finally the whipping stopped. I heard the Mistress whisper something and then proclaim, "The punishment is not yet complete." I heard movement as the female was tied up within a few feet of me. I heard the Mistress bustling around her victim, no doubt affixing clamps. 

I heard the sound of the stinging ointment being applied, and then the sound of a lubricated finger sliding in and out of the female's ass. "You will wear this as a sign of shame and of your shame in permitting so much, unworthy slave," said Mistress Melissa. "And you shall wear it until I decide otherwise." 

I heard the woman softly weeping and then I recognized who it was. Meghan had stepped up just as I had to take the whipping and other punishment for the woman we had both loved.

"You women," said the Mistress. "See this example of the rewards of unkindness and betrayal, and be warned. My love is strong and nurturing, but my wrath is fierce, and I will protect with all my being this household and every loyal slave in it.

"Now come up," she said. "Feel the wounds of each of these unworthy slaves. Feel your own pain, and my pain at the betrayal we have suffered." I heard the other women approach and felt their hands on my ass, and testing my clamps and examining my chastity equipment. I felt hands softly caress my face. I heard the same kinds of sounds from over by Meghan.

Then the Mistress said, "You women are dismissed. Think on what you have just seen and felt." After the women had gone, the Mistress fitted a ball gag into my mouth and then I heard the same sounds over by Meghan.

Then the Mistress took my blindfold off and said to us, "Look at each other. See the pain this little traitor caused. Read the pain on each other's flesh and in each other's eyes. I know you have suffered for this unworthy girl, but now give your suffering, all of it, to me, and be free of her."

I looked over at Meghan, and she looked at me; both of us gagged, and plugged and clamped. There was pain and sorrow on Meghan's tear-streaked face, but it wasn't her physical suffering that caused it. I knew now she had been wounded brutally by Alison, and what she and I had endured today was only a physical expression of what had happened to her and my hearts.

We couldn't say anything, but we looked deeply in each other's eyes. The Mistress said, "The two of you are my best, my most beautiful and most obedient slaves. Please don't let anyone else turn your head and trifle with your hearts again. Be true to me, dearest of my slaves."

We both nodded and we both were crying. Then the Mistress gave us each a kiss on the cheek and left the room.

I think we both must have cried for at least a half hour, both of us mourning our loss and enduring the pain of the punishment we had accepted. We spent a lot of time both before and after the tears stopped looking in each other's eyes. Even though she was nude like me I was more interested in her feelings than in her body, beautiful as it was and is.

As we looked, so close, but unable to speak or touch, I began to feel a strong connection to Meghan, even when my eyes were not on hers. I felt a wave of emotion and knew Meghan cared, that she had stood to receive punishment only after I did; that she did it not only out of love for the Mistress, and pain at her loss of Alison, but also out of love for me, so I did not have to suffer alone.

I started crying again, and so did she, but these were tears of more of joy at this new connection than of sorrow and pain at the past. I heard a door open and the Mistress came back into the room. This time she was wearing a bikini bottom and a tank top that left plenty of room to view her nice flat belly.

"Both of you by accepting this," she said as she touched each of our shoulders gently. "And allowing me to express my anger and hurt upon you and to express the hurt of my entire household have shown me the most important act of devotion I have experienced in many years. My love of you both is not misplaced."

Then she untied us gently, and with great care removed the clamps from our bodies. She then removed the plugs from each of our asses, and put all the used equipment into a box that was now nearby.

She then led each of us by the hand, through the curtain in the back of the ritual room to a door that led straight to her bedroom. She showed us a bathroom, and told us to take our shower together and clean each other off very well.

As tired as we were, Meghan and I did so with enthusiasm, and very carefully washed every single part of each other's body. I confess we kissed each other a lot while we did so.

When we were done, we toweled each other off, and presented ourselves on our knees before the Mistress. After we had kissed her feet, she led us over to the bed and had us lie side by side on our stomachs. She then applied more of the stinging ointment to our bruised and wounded bottoms as we lay there and gazed in each other's eyes.

Afterward the Mistress got out of her bikini bottom and tank top and climbed in between us. Both of us started making love to her immediately. I took one side and Meghan took the other, and we kissed Mistress Melissa's entire body, front and back. I licked the Mistress' anus, and Meghan went down on her. Afterwards I went down on her, too. 

Then the Mistress rolled over, took Meghan in her arms and the two women made love with an amazing energy kissing and nuzzling each other, going down on one another, both one at a time and sixty-nine style. They finished by grinding on one another, their eyes locked. The entire time, I just caressed their shoulders and faces, feeling intense love for the both of them.

When they were done the three of us cuddled for quite some time without saying much. Then the Mistress got out of bed, pulled her panties on, and said to us, "There are clothes for both of you in the closet. Why don't you both get dressed?"

We did as we were asked. When we were finished I had on a red shirt and black slacks and Meghan had on a cute jean skirt, a big light-brown sweater, and the fluffy leggings she loved. We both went over to Mistress, knelt down and kissed her feet.

She had us both rise, and said, "The main door to the ritual room is still locked, and will remain so until I unlock it. It's none of my other slaves' business how long your or any other slave's punishment lasts. In the meantime," she said, handing some keys over to Meghan, "I want you two to stay at my condo tonight.

"Gregg, here's the car keys you'll need," she said. Take the Mercedes." Then with a gleam in her eye, she handed Meghan another smaller key; a key that looked like the key to my chastity belt, and said with a guilty grin, "Use at your discretion, honey."

She said, "When you get hungry, just go to Brazos restaurant and have them put it on my tab." Brazos was a hangout for the legal community and I knew the Mistress as a top dog lawyer was well-known there.

Then she stepped back smiling, her beautiful upper body naked before us and her lovely long legs just as bare. "Now scoot! Both of you," she said. We went out through a door that gave onto the side of the house. We went towards the front, and there was the Mercedes. We got in and I drove us off the property and towards town.

As I was driving, Meghan looked at me with a sweet smile and said, "Gregg, my bottom hurts."

Mine does, too," I replied. "Maybe later on I should kiss it to make it better."

"Only if I get to make you better, too," she said with more of that same cute smile. She looked at me a little more seriously now. "Are you OK that I did this with you?" she asked.

"I am," I said. "I think the whole thing would have hurt much more if you hadn't done it, too. I think it shows how unselfish your feelings have been."




A Different Kind of Home Ch. 03



She reached over and took my hand. "Thanks for being part of this," she said. "You may not know this, but every one of us is glad you are."

I smiled. "I confess I have my doubts from time to time," I said. With that she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

After we got to the condo, we took off our clothes and rolled around on the bed for a while. I went down on her once. After the second time she came, she put a stop to it, and we just held each other for a while.

Then we put our clothes back on, and headed out to the restaurant. It was kind of a power-brokery dark wood sort of décor, but the mood was informal. After we were seated we told the maitre d' to put the bill on Mistress Melissa's tab.

Meghan had fun pointing out to me all the lawyerly types she had met through Alison and the Mistress, and had wicked and funny stories about each one. We were having a nice time. I told her some about my life and about my experiences prior to meeting Alison, and she told me a lot about her artwork, about how the Mistress had been promoting it among her clients, and how Meghan might possibly secure a showing in New York.

"You've got so much to be proud of," I said. "You're brilliant. You're talented, and you're even more fun than I ever expected." Then all of a sudden, Meghan got quiet. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"Can we just get out of here?" she said suddenly. 

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked.

"Come on. Just trust me. Let's go," she replied.

So I got up and we headed toward the front. We told the maitre d' we had to leave, and he was totally gracious. After we got in the car and drove away, I asked, "What was that all about?"

"Right after you made that sweet little speech to me, I saw Alison over by the bar," Meghan said. "She was hanging on to some guy's arm; some guy who looked like he had money, but she saw me and waved like she wanted to get free and come over to us.

"I couldn't stand that. I don't think I can ever see her again," she said. "Are you OK with that, Gregg?" I told her I was. Just hearing about Alison being at the restaurant gave me a sick sinking feeling. 

"You did the right thing," I said to Meghan. So we drove to a fast food joint a couple of miles away, and had hamburgers and fries. It was great just hanging with her. I felt we were really getting to know one another.

So then we went back to the condo. After we got naked, we rolled around on the bed for a little while, and then Meghan reached over to her purse, which was sitting on the night table. She said in a soft voice, as much to herself as to me, "Mistress said I had discretion on whether or not to use this."

She pulled out the small key that went with my chastity belt. She unlocked the belt, pulled it off me and tossed it on the floor. "We've talked enough for one night, Gregg, baby," she said. "Now I want everything you have to give me, and Mistress says I can have it, if it feels right.

"And it does. Fuck my brains out, big boy, and do it now." I was reeling from pent-up erotic excitement, so I rolled over onto her. I teased her with my hands and tongue for a few moments longer, but then she insisted and I plunged myself deep inside her. 

Our hearts opened up to one another. Surprisingly it was a good 20 minutes before I came with what seemed like an earthquake inside me. "My superstar," Meghan grinned. She blushed and said, "I came twice."

"I think you're a superstar, too," I said. "Aren't we just a couple of living lights?" With that we both burst out laughing. We folded ourselves in each other's arms and fell asleep. 

The next morning the phone rang. It was Miss Becky. She told me to put Meghan on the line. When Meghan hung up she said the Mistress had decided as part of the punishment we had taken on, we were to be the serving slaves for all meals for the next week.

So each dinnertime and for each formal lunch, I wore the little bowtie, and Meghan wore the French maid's outfit, but with her breasts exposed. Both of us had tight clamps on our nipples. Both of us were hooded, and neither of us was allowed to sit in on dessert.

Also there were two nights when no one else was punished. On both those nights first I and then Meghan was whipped, and whipped hard. We took all this knowing we were taking on the pain to assuage Mistress' hurt at Alison's betrayal, and at our own unconscious complicity in it.

Neither of us was allowed sexual privileges during the week. Meghan had been made to wear the small chastity plate I had seen on Jennifer the first week I had been in the house. Nevertheless, whenever we were alone in the kitchen we made out like frantic teenagers; and in some ways it was better than sex. I felt a strong bond continuing to grow between Meghan and me.

Then the week was over and the punishment ended. The Mistress released our clamps, removed our hoods, and unlocked Meghan's chastity device. Then she hugged us both warmly in front of everybody.

She told us both to kneel in front of her. Then she said in her hard strong voice, "These two have suffered to make my household, our household, clean again and to wash away the stink of betrayal. For that I proclaim them my knights, dedicated to my service, subject to stronger discipline and worthy of certain privileges that I shall from time to time grant.

"Rise, lovely knights, and kiss your Mistress." We both bent down and softly kissed the Mistress' feet in gratitude. Then we both stood and first Meghan, and then I got a hug and a warm kiss from our Mistress. Then she blindfolded each of us.

She said, "You boys go with Meghan, and you girls take Gregg with you." I heard chairs scraping and people moving, and then Meghan whispered to me, "See you later sweetheart," and gave me a light kiss on the lips. I felt an arm around my waist and two hands each taking one of mine.

Soon we were in what I took to be the ritual space. The three women, I knew it was Becky, Jennifer and Shauna. Becky had me kneel in the center. Memories of my initiation orgy washed over me and I got a little scared. But then I felt arms holding me and I received a warm kiss. 

Then the three women were all over me. I felt arms and hands and breasts and cunts and bodies everywhere. I suckled, I kissed, I licked. I went down on each woman one after the other, and one after the other, each woman sat on my face.

Finally they were sated and I was exhausted. After several minutes, each of them kissed me warmly and gently and the three women left the room. I waited in the quiet. Then I heard a door open from the Mistress' quarters.

It was Meghan. She took off my blindfold. She was nude. She had a key. She removed my chastity belt, and slowly solemnly took my just released manhood into her mouth. The sensation went through me like an electric charge. After several moments I came violently into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

Then she pushed me on my back and sat on my face. As she gyrated and I licked her swollen lips I tasted what had to be the come of the two other male slaves as it dripped into my mouth. Then I licked harder, and by the time we were done, and Meghan had come at least three times, I had, just like Meghan, swallowed every drop.

Then Meghan got off my face, smiled and kissed me. She moved her body down and put me inside her. She rocked herself on my hips and I could not help but respond. Surprisingly I came twice and she came once more as we made love. Afterward, we just lay there, entwined in each other's arms.

Meghan and I still have a special relationship. We don't live on the compound any more. Mistress sold it to developers and used the proceeds to start a real estate business. She hired Miss Becky to run it day to day. Meghan and I have an apartment in town that we share with Shauna, who shares a bed with either or both of us as often as not. Meghan has the key to my chastity, and Mistress insists she is far too liberal with it. However she does not interfere.

Kevin has left service, although on good terms. Miss Becky and Jennifer have become a couple and Jeff lives with them in a separate apartment a few miles from ours. We see them on special occasions and when Mistress calls us all together. We do share beds with them sometimes, and we like to let Miss Becky dom us when we think it will make her feel good. Mistress still has use of our bodies whenever she wants, but that seems less and less frequent.

I quit my job not long after Mistress made Meghan and me her knights. She staked Jennifer and me to a small boutique investment firm that has been quite profitable, both for us and for our clients. The money we earn still goes into a trust governed by Mistress, but she is more and more generous with our allowances.

Meghan still does her art, and Shauna's voice still goes out over the local radio. Jeff has a landscaping business. I'm at peace with the life I've lived so far and the decisions I've made. I love Meghan more than ever and love Mistress and all of her other slaves. This is what I've always wanted.