To my surprise, the Mistress sat me at the table, and while Louise continued to toil at our feet, she made one toast and cooked a couple of omelettes, sliding one to me across the table before sitting down to join me. It was a very incongruous sight, the pair of us breakfasting normally at the kitchen table, while a naked sub scrubbed the floor under our feet. Of course, although the Mistress was dressed in her trademark leather and boots, I was naked apart from the cock cage and collar around my neck. I ate in silence, realising that I should make the most of this relative comfort. The Mistress ignored me, watching Louise working hard on the other side of the room.
She had almost finished her meal, when she tipped the plate and slid the remnants on to the floor, before shouting at Louise.
"You lazy bitch, I told you to clean this floor. Look at this mess over here!"
Louise looked round in surprise. She hadn't seen the food being dropped on the clean tiles, and I saw her eyes widen at the mess under the Mistress's feet. Quickly she scurried across on hands and knees carrying a cloth in her hand, bending to wipe it up.
The mistress pushed at her with her foot, making her fall onto the floor.
"Don't be a stupid bitch, you've got a perfectly good tongue. Lick it up."
I watched in amazement as Louise crawled back on her hands and feet, before lowering her head to lick at the mess in front of her. The mistress started to chuckle.
"She was so high and mighty this morning, storming in here to complain about the bed time companion that I had picked for. Look at her now, like a pig in a trough!"
The Mistress grabbed Louise's long hair and pulled her head up. Her face was smeared with grease and filth from the eggs and sauce on the floor, and treat streaks ran down her face. The Mistress pulled back her hand and slapped her hard across her face, letting go of her hair and Louise fell to the floor, curled into a metal position and sobbing to herself. I felt sorry for her, but realised that my cock was rock hard inside its cage as I watched my wife, who was normally so flawless in her appearance, grubby and dirty, curled on the floor.
The Mistress kicked her dismissively in the stomach before crossing to the kitchen cupboard. She pulled out a carton of eggs and started dropping them in Louise, breaking them so that the yolk rain into her hair. There was an open tin of beans on the side, and she upended it over Louises head, before reaching down to mix it into her hair with the legs. More food followed - treacle, ketchup and flour, until Louise was covered, crying on the floor, her body and hair greasy and filthy.
There was nothing I could do to stop it - we had no safe word, and had committed ourselves to what ever punishment she saw fit for the weekend. Eventually the Mistress was finished, and pulled me up by my collar, leading me out of the room, leaving Louise sobbing on the floor. AS we passed into the next room, we met the huge obese fat man that she had been made to sleep with after fucking and sucking clients all evening. Louise had been made to sleep next to him, pinned down by his disgusting stomach, and used by him again before he left. Now he strode past us, a huge grin on his face as he walked into the kitchen, unbuckling his belt.
Mistress paused, and we both turned to watch as he dropped his trousers to his ankles, falling to his knees behind the disgusting mess that was my wife. Her whimpers turned to screams as he entered her, and she struggled briefly before he pinned her with his massive stomach, and started to fuck her where she lay. Mistress pulled me away again, pushing the door closed to muffle the sounds of the rape from the next room, leading me through into the quiet calm of the sitting room.
