I awoke to my alarm at 8:30. Probably late for getting up by slave standards, but Dana had told me (and Kendra's dossier had emotioned) that when tying one on the girls didn't rise until 10 at the earliest, I figured I had some time to work with. They had left me no instructions on anything to wear or that sort of thing, so I threw on jeans and a plain white shirt and headed downstairs. I made a pot of coffee, pouring one cup for myself and putting the rest in a pitcher in the fridge to cool for iced coffees. I readied the machine to make another pot as soon as I heard someone stirring. Breakfast was eggs and bacon with toast on an amazing brown bread that I got from a local bakery, with fresh fruit and avocado to include as people saw fit. I wanted to be able to move quickly once the girls were up, so I unpacked bacon and laid it out ready to be fried, cracked eggs into ramekins, and hulled strawberries.
By ten I felt prepared but I hadn't heard anyone stir, so I made another pot of coffee and poured myself another cup, taking it out on the kitchen deck and taking a moment for myself. Once again I marveled at the position I had found myself in and felt lucky as hell. Before long that drifted into fantasizing about everything else the weekend could possibly bring, including some stuff that wasn't really realistic but was fun to groove on. Or who knows, maybe I could do such an amazing job that the women would all want to abandon their lives and live here now, using and abusing me on a daily basis. I was shifting in my chair, awkwardly trying to get the cage to be a little more comfortable when I saw Kendra and Lorelei crossing the living room towards the kitchen. I jumped up and headed inside.
"Good morning Ma'am," I said. 'Ma'ams' still felt awkward to me. "Can I get coffee for either of you?"
"Hot coffee, black" said Kendra and I obliged.
Lorelei looked at me with a wry smile on her face. "I want iced coffee, thing, with a strong splash of half and half, and I dearly hope you brewed it strong enough to not get all watery before I'm done."
"It's brewed strong," I said, "but I go at that problem in another way." I opened the freezer and took out a tray of coffee ice cubes, cracking the tray and dumping several into a pint glass. Pouring the refrigerated coffee on top of it, I asked Lorelei if she wanted me to splash the half and half or she'd prefer to do so herself.
"I would like it done for me," she said, and I wondered if this was a challenge or even an impossible task. One of the pros I saw loved to have me make her a drink and then insist I had screwed up. I joked about making her martinis with a graduated cylinder for consistency's sake, but we both knew that wasn't what it was about. In any case, I threw a splash of half and half in her coffee and she took it without comment.
"thing," Kendra said as she sipped her coffee, "In our earlier conversations and in our weekend so far I did not particularly get a 'sissy' vibe from you, but I know looks can be deceiving."
"Indeed Ma'am," I said.
"So I am wondering if you have a frilly little apron you would rather be wearing while you cook four gorgeous women breakfast."
"Truthfully Ma'am it's not entirely my thing but I have played with different people of varying preference and they have wanted different things for themselves and from me and OK I'm rambling I do have an apron."
Kendra laughed. "Go get it and come back for breakfast in nothing but the apron."
"Yes Ma'am," I said. That sort of clothing was kept in the dungeon's walk-in closet but it was a short trip and as soon as I was in the house I stripped naked and threw on the apron, which was made of a pink sateen with a fluffy white ribbon trim. I returned to the kitchen to find Dana looking through the cupboards, presumably for a coffee mug. "I'll get that for you, Ma'am," I said, hustling across the kitchen without really giving much thought to the fact that it would give the three of them the view of my bare ass. They had asked for it, right? I got the mug and poured Dana her coffee.
Getting the info on what everyone wanted for breakfast, I got to work. Eventually Molly drifted into the room and I believe I heard her give a small start when she rounded the corner to my bare ass, but I was cooking and she didn't make much of a fuss beyond that so I quickly forgot about it. The girls took their coffee and breakfast and sat around the table, talking about their day and everything else as if I weren't there. I waited out of the way, in the way I'd seen maids do on television. I did manage to overhear the general plan: more poolside lounging, dinner out in the Arts district, and then Absinthe at Caesars. It seemed like a fine tourist day to me. Dana inquired as to if I was making myself breakfast and I told her I was waiting until they were done. She told me not to wait and after the few minutes it took me to throw my breakfast together she got up from the table and walked over.
"What do you have, thing?"
"Bacon, fried eggs, toast," I said. "Nothing fancy, Ma'am."
"Coffee?"
"Yes Ma'am, just poured my third cup."
"Would it turn you on if I were to spit in your coffee, thing?"
"Oh. Uh, sort of, Ma'am." I had not expected the questioning to move in that direction.
"Sort of?" She had a skeptical look on her face.
"It turns me on a little, Ma'am," I said, "But it gets exponentially more appealing if it turns you on or pleases you in any way to have me do it, if that makes sense." I saw Molly turn her head at my answer.
"Present your cup," Kendra said to me. I did so and she took a minute building up some saliva, then let it drip slowly, landing with a small plop. "Enjoy," she said as she walked away.
"Thank you Ma'am," I told her and I dug into my breakfast.
Their time at the pool was no easier for my having seen them in swimsuits already. For one, now I couldn't look at Dana without thinking about a strap-on cock swinging between her legs, or her laying back on the lounge chair while I rode her cock, or her and Kendra double-teaming me on the outdoor dining table. Kendra, who had enjoyed seeing me in the apron, had found that she had packed a pair of bikini bottoms but not their corresponding top, so she repeated her suit from the day before and handed the orphaned bottoms to me to wear. So I was decked out in powder blue bottoms, a pale pink floral pattern from one side to the other. After my chastity cage kept falling out at one side or the other Kendra had the excellent suggestion to turn the briefs around, and the wider back portion offered more support. The afternoon was filled with trips to fetch champagne refills, Arnold Palmers, and more cucumber sandwiches.
There was a break as things wrapped up at the pool, where Molly asked me for a tour of the dungeon while the rest of the girls went and got ready for the evening. I took Molly in and ended up giving something between a tour of the facility and a run-down of what half the stuff on the gear wall was for. She asked if the magic wand on the wall had been used by many people and I said that yes, it had, although it was thoroughly cleaned between uses. She seemed to consider that and then I somewhat sheepishly admitted that there was a brand new one in storage just waiting for someone who objected to one that had a bit of community mileage on it. She laughed at that, telling me it was very considerate.
When it was time to leave Kendra came down before the rest of the group, telling me that Molly had requested to reserve me for the evening. I thought it was a bit odd that Molly had not told me herself but I made no complaints. Friday's chauffeur duty was less eventful than Thursday's had been, with the ladies taking in their dinner while I waited in the car without restrictions, then ran the ladies over to Cesars for their show. They requested that while they were taking in the show I should seek out "a very good whiskey, something deeply interesting." I headed to my favorite upscale liquor store and settled on a bottle of Kaiyō 10 year, figuring most people weren't deeply familiar with Japanese whisky. It got a good reception when they piled back into the car and that made me happy. When we got back to the house they requested the ice bucket be refilled and placed on a tray with three glasses. "Please make mine neat," Molly told me, "and bring it to me in the dungeon." I was happy to oblige.
Entering the dungeon, I did not see Molly on any of the central couches/seating. After taking half a dozen steps in I heard her behind me, requesting that I place the drink on the floor and then take a few steps forward, face away from the mirror. I did so and I heard her come up behind me, pick up the drink and take a small sip. "This is very good whiskey, th-." She paused. "I don't love calling you thing. you do have a name, correct?"
"I do, Ma'am."
"I don't love Ma'am either, but one thing at a time. What's your name?"
"Rob, Ma-" I cut myself off.
"Robert?" she asked.
"Yes, although most people just go with Rob."
"Robert feels like it fits the occasion." I said nothing, unsure of the exact occasion she was trying to craft. "Thank you for the whiskey, Robert. It's very good." She paused, taking another sip. "We're doing things this way because I felt awkward and unprepared for this, and I think a costume might help. I don't want you seeing me until I feel ready." I said nothing and she continued. "Please fetch me a second neat whisky for when I finish this one. You may get yourself one if you wish. If I am still in the closet when you return, uh..." She paused. If I sat with my back to the closet I'd be able to see her in the mirror, if I faced the wall I'd see her coming out. "Oh, whatever. Sit facing the mirror. Go get the whisky." I exited and when I returned she was nowhere to be seen. I sat down and sipped slowly. It was good.
More than a few minutes passed and I heard the door to the closet crack. A pregnant pause later and out stepped Molly, her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, a leather bustier showing plenty of cleavage and her very cute stomach, a leather miniskirt hiding just enough to frustrate a locked up little sub, and calf-high leather boots completing the look. She strolled across the room slowly, letting me drink it in. She came around the couch, traded her empty glass for a fresh one, and stood in front of me. "How do I look, Robert?"
"Amazing, Ma'-" I cut myself off again.
"Dominant?"
"Unquestionably."
"Good." She turned and looked at the gear wall and seemed almost to deflate a bit. There was another pause. "Okay, I'm kind of overwhelmed and don't know what to do."
"Permission to speak freely?" I said.
"Please," she said.
"This doesn't have to be anything. You don't even have to be in here, but once you're in here it doesn't have to look or sound like a movie, like anything you've read about, or even like anything you thought you wanted. When it's good it's just going to feel right for you. As best you can, relax, and let it flow."
"Thank you, Robert. That was helpful." She paused again and appeared to be genuinely considering her options. "Okay, these boots are gorgeous but they don't fit perfectly and they fuckin' hurt. I'm done with them and I want a foot rub." She walked over and flopped down on the day bed and pulled the boots off, then put her feet out and gave me a 'come here' wave. I went and knelt at the foot of the day bed and took one of her feet in hand, starting with moderate pressure and working my way up. "Oooooh," she said, "that's nice. I've spent more time in heels on this trip than I had in the previous four months combined. It's been nice and we look ah-may-zing but my feet hurt." I switched feet. "Okay, feeling better. You know what, call me 'sir.' Ma'am makes me feel old but 'Sir' makes me feel powerful. I want you to call me Sir for the rest of the weekend and I want you to do it in a way that makes the rest of them think "what did she do to him in there."
"Yes Sir," I said. "Can do."
"Good," she said. "Keep rubbing." I switched back to the first foot. "Honestly what I really want to do is talk, at least for the first while. I'm honestly kind of curious about you. Is that okay?"
"If it pleases you, Sir."
"Did you say that to remind me that I'm in charge?"
I was a bit caught off guard but I decided to try to match the energy. "Yes," I said, "I did. Kendra told you I have a safeword, correct?"
"She did."
"It's not a natural thing, but you have to trust me to use it. Honestly with most play it's a combination of reading people's reactions, body language, etc, and trusting them to say when it's too much. Have I done anything since we've been in here that suggests you needed to check in to see if I was OK with where things were going?"
"Not that I noticed," she said.
"You can rest on that," I said. "We can talk." She nodded her head and there was another pause.
