For their initial outing, Meryn had chosen for them to go to a dinner club where a Beatles tribute band, whom she had been wanting to see, was going to play. On Meryn's insistence and Natasha's acquiescence, the women agreed that in this setting the men could refer to them by their first names without any honorifics. Surprisingly, Jeremy appeared more uncomfortable doing this than Scott, probably because Scott knew it was what Meryn really wanted, while Jeremy understood that it was only at Natasha's indulgence.
In all other ways, Scott was clearly the more anxious and stiff of the two. He was constantly looking down at his hands, then sneaking nervous glances at Natasha to see how she was reacting to all of this. Meryn had anticipated that this might be a problem, and she had instructed Jeremy beforehand to try to draw him out by asking him to tell one of the funny stories at which he was apparently very adept. Very tentative at first, the tempo seeming slightly off, Scott was able to elicit a chuckle at one point from Natasha, after which he seemed to relax, get more into the flow, and soon had them all laughing, almost hysterically at times, as he went on. When he finished, the tension which had seemed palpable before he had started, was now completely dispersed, and they all had an enjoyable dinner, each of them taking a turn trading anecdotes. Meryn was pleased to note that when Scott was speaking, Natasha would watch him intently with a small smile, and never sought to interrupt him.
Being the classic rock afficionado in the group, Meryn thoroughly enjoyed the Beatles band that followed, and Natasha agreed that she also thought that they had been fantastic. The two men just seemed immensely pleased that the women had had such a good time.
Their next foray out together occurred soon after. They attended a performance of "A Midsummer's Night Dream" at the Shakespeare in the Park festival . During the gourmet picnic dinner that followed, which Jeremy had prepared, both Meryn and Natasha commented that while they usually didn't care for Shakespeare very much, this particular company had hammed up the comedy so much that they had been very entertained. Then they listened, totally absorbed, as Jeremy and Scott debated the relative merits of Shakespeare's comedies versus his tragedies, and which plays they each felt were overrated, and which they believed were underappreciated.
Over the next several months, they went out together on a number of more occasions, and each time they all seemed to become more comfortable with each other, and the situation, particularly the men. Meryn had to admit that Natasha was certainly keeping up her end of the bargain. It came as no surprise then when Natasha, during one of their luncheon dates, finally indicated that she felt the time had come for her turn to host a get together.
She proposed that they spend a weekend at a summer house that Scott owned on a private lake several hours outside of the city. While Jeremy had indicated to Meryn in the past that Scott was a successful businessman, she now learned that his software company had made him tremendously wealthy. Besides his summer house, which it turned out was on twenty secluded acres on a private inlet of a ten mile long lake, he also owned a very large house as his primary residence in the suburbs. When Meryn asked Natasha, somewhat incredulously, why they were still living in her two bedroom apartment, Natasha had become slightly indignant.
"Because it's my domain." She snapped. "I'm not a gold digger, Meri. I possess Scott body and mind. I'm not interested in his money." She then got a sly smile. "Of course, I'm not above being indulged with gifts as tribute, or partaking of the fruits of his outside labors now and then. But outside of my domain, what's his is his. Inside, it all is mine. Including him"
The weekend, as envisioned by Natasha, would have them arriving on Friday evening, and spending that night settling in. The parameters that Meryn established, and to which Natasha agreed, were, first, that although the slaves would be in service to both Mistresses at all times, their primary obedience would always be to their own. There would be no public sexual activity, and any that occurred in private would most certainly be only with their own. Finally, any bondage or discipline would have to be consensual, and not corporeal in nature, and subject to cessation on her word at any time.
Natasha had nodded wearily when agreeing to all of these rules. She understood that she was going to have to tread lightly with Meri if this was going to work. The weekend might not push her own buttons very much, but if she wanted to have future adventures with them, and she truly did, she would have to go slow, at least in the beginning.
For her part, Meryn was still not completely confident that she had covered all the bases. She had discussed everything with Jeremy to make sure that he was okay with it all. They developed signals they could pass between themselves in case either found something unacceptable, at which point she could put an end to it. She extracted a promise from him that he wouldn't do anything he didn't want to do, or allow anything to be done to him just because he thought she might like it, or that it might embarrass her if he didn't. They did agree that they would try to go with the flow as much as possible. They didn't want to seem like total prudes. This was an experiment after all, and they would try to keep up their end of the deal that Meryn had made.
The plan for the rest of the weekend after their arrival on Friday, would be that each Domme would develop a scenario that would be followed by them all for an entire day. Natasha would have Saturday, and Meryn would have Sunday. These also had been vetted by Meryn ahead of time, and cleared again by her with Jeremy in private. While neither of them were particularly enthused by Natasha's scenario, he was much more excited about Meryn's, they agreed to go ahead with it. It could have been worse, and they couldn't say no to everything. She felt better about it when she had gotten his acceptance. She strongly doubted that Natasha had extended the same courtesy, as he would put it, to Scott.
When they arrived on Friday evening at his almost palatial summer house, they were greeted at the door by the, not unexpectedly, sparsely dressed Scott. He wore only bright chartreuse satin panties. He had a big smile on his face as he offered a heartfelt and robust, "Welcome Miss Meri." before falling to his knees to kiss her shoes. Natasha, who had been standing behind him, was shocked by the seeming informality.
"Scott. What kind of greeting was that?"
"Exactly the one I've asked of him, Tash." Meryn answered for him, smiling. "And hello to both of you too." She continued as she went forward to hug and kiss Natasha, and pat Scott on the head as he rose upright on his knees. Jeremy, who knew what was expected, then entered, stripped to his black briefs, dropped to his knees to kiss Natasha's sandal-clad feet, and offered as he did so.
"Good evening Miss Natasha. Thank you so very much for granting me the honor and privilege of coming to serve you this weekend."
"Now that's more like it." She responded, seemingly placated. "Come in, come in Meri, so I can show you the house, while the slaves bring in your luggage and get you settled."
It truly was a magnificent house, with a huge cleared and manicured lakefront area and several wide paths leading out and through the woods that surrounded it. There were four bedrooms, two with private baths to go along with the other two common bathrooms, an enormous kitchen, a dining area, a den and playroom, and a fabulous living room that opened up through sliding glass doors onto a large covered porch that faced the lake. Meryn was beyond impressed.
After the tour, Natasha indicated that Scott had dinner ready for them all. Meryn was very pleased to note upon entering the dining room that there were four table settings, in obvious deference to her known wishes in the matter. Though they would be allowed to sit and eat with them, however, the slaves certainly weren't excused from service to their Mistresses. They made sure their plates were full, before sitting down to their own, and hopped up frequently throughout the dinner to provided seconds, refill wine and water glasses, or anything else that their owners required. They were otherwise ignored and remained silent as Natasha and Meryn carried on a lively conversation.
"I hope you've found this dinner more acceptable than the ones my slave has prepared in the past, Meri." Natasha inquired as they were finishing the main course. "I do think he's gotten better at this, thanks ever so much to you. And your slave of course." She added.
In truth the dinner had been excellent, and she made sure to tell Natasha so in glowing terms, congratulating her profusely on it, an obvious bow on her part to Natasha's sensibilities on such things. She couldn't help but notice though, the grin that creased Scott's face as she did so.
After they had cleared the dinner plates from the table, Scott brought out his specially prepared dessert, which Jeremy had obviously taught him how to make. It was Meryn's favorite, and one to which she had become practically addicted. A homemade strawberry-rhubarb tart. She had to confess that it was almost as good as Jeremy's, although she exaggerated a bit by telling Natasha that it was better, as she congratulated her on it as well, giving a little unobserved wink to Jeremy as she did so.
"Why don't we relax in the living room Meri, as the slaves clean up." Natasha proposed as Meryn finished wolfing down her second tart. "They're going to have to spend some time tonight preparing all of our meals in advance for tomorrow. I'm afraid we're going to have to fend for ourselves, service wise for the day."
Meryn understood the reference. In Natasha's next day scenario, from the time they woke up in the morning, through the entire day, the slaves would not be slaves. They would be pets. More specifically, pet puppies, who would spend the day being trained to do tricks, and entertaining their Dommes. They would remain on all fours, not be allowed to speak, only bark, and had been instructed that they were expected to get into their roles and come up with a variety of puppy things to do. Meryn wasn't sure how this was all going to play out, but as she went to bed for the night, she promised herself that she would try hard to get into the spirit of the thing. And she knew that her man, lying next to her, would do his best to play his role as well.
When she awoke the next morning, Jeremy was already gone. She got up, took a leisurely shower in their private bath, and took her time getting ready, dressing in shorts, a pullover top, and sandals. As she left the bedroom, she found Jeremy curled up on the floor at the side of the door. Natasha had him dressed only with a studded collar and fur covered panties with a bushy tail attached. She had reluctantly concluded that total nudity with a butt-plug tail would be a leap too long for Meryn at this point. Seeing his Mistress, he scrambled up onto all fours, went "ruff ruff" with a big smile on his face, and started wagging his behind, the bushy tail wildly swinging to and fro. Meryn laughed as she petted him on the head, and he licked her fingers. If her puppy could get into it so quickly, so could she.
"Meri, you're up. Good." Natasha called from the kitchen. "I've set up some breakfast. Come on in."
Meryn proceeded into the large eat-in kitchen with Jeremy padding on his hands and knees after her. She found Natasha sitting at the kitchen table with Scott, similarly clad, kneeling up with his arms bent upright in front of him and bent forward at the wrists.
"That's right, beg for a goodie. Good puppy." She crooned to him as he whimpered in front of her as she held a piece of donut above him. When he craned his neck forward and snapped the donut from her fingers with his mouth, she lightly boxed him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper.
