When we returned to Canada we decided we needed a new home. Mistress Mary Grace lived in a small flat. Mistress Angela's house needed a lot of constant maintenance, and we all wanted a new start.
We decided on London Ontario. Nice university city, airport, pretty downtown, and not too big. The Mistresses sold their places and bought the whole seventh floor of a ten story condo. Walls were torn out and moved. We each ended up with our own private quarters and a nice common kitchen parlour, den and dining room. Since we only needed two parking spaces in the garage, it was good karma with the other owners to give the rest of our assigned spaces for visitor parking. The elevator on our floor opened to a small lobby with a grand entrance door to our common area, and two smaller doors to my mistresses quarters.
One mellow evening we were on the west balcony enjoying the sunset when I asked my loves something that had been on my mind for a while.
"Angela, Mary Grace, will you look after me? I mean, can I be your servant again? Can I again call you Mistress or Mam? Will you tell me what to wear? Will you discipline me? Please?"
"Oh Sweetie Pie, come here."
I stood in front of her. She was wearing a short sleeve pink sun dress with a plunging neckline.
She slid her hands up under the hem of my royal blue mini skirt and hooked her thumbs on the elastic of my panties and pulled them down, then pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist and patted her smooth beautiful thighs.
I positioned myself over them. She smoothed my skirt up out of the way.
As she stroked my bare bottom she said in a quiet voice; "You've been a naughty servant. Not addressing us properly, and now you dare criticize how we discipline you?"
One hand gently held my shoulders down. The other had it's thumb on my sphincter and index finger rubbing my pussy lips.
"Do not make a sound you bad little slut."
The sensation. Her touch, the warm autumn breeze, the orange glow of the sunset. Then, smack smack smack, on my ass. Beautiful, cruel. Erotic, humiliating. I loved it and hated it. I missed it so much. I needed it so deep down in my heart. God I love her.
"Get up girl."
She sat me on her lap and kissed me. I kissed back with all my might.
She held my head to her shoulder and stroked my hair. "There, Sweetie Pie, Mistress Angela knows how to look after her darling, doesn't she?"
"Yes Mam, Dear."
As I stood I realized Mistress Mary Grace was only wearing her bra. Her dress and panties were over the arm of her chair.
"Come here girl." She dropped a cushion on the deck between her legs. "You're not done yet."
I smiled and got down between her legs. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into her waiting honey pot. I opened my mouth and gave her lips a big wet kiss. I licked up her slit. With lips tongue and fingers I worked my way into her. I did everything I could to pleasure her. Oh mistress, take me any way you want. Mouth, cunt, ass, I'm all yours. Anytime anywhere. Just tell me what you want.
The next day we got two single bed mattresses, one for the foot of both their beds for me to sleep on when they wanted. That night after we bubble bathed and I brushed their hair, they bound me and tucked me into my new bed at the foot of Mistress Angela's and I went to sleep to the sound of my two Darlings making love feet from me.
We settled into a system of sharing. One Mistress would be my 'primary mistress' one week and the other the next.
Mistress Mary Grace needed more cuddling and touching. Mistress Angela needed the release of disciplining me.
A month or so later Master Edward and Gail came for a visit. We hired a car and all went to pick them up at the private plane terminal.
At home I put a turkey in the oven, then Mistress Angela took me to my room and gave me my blue velvet mini skirt, my extreme heels, the royal blue ones, and the white fur collar and cuff set.
"There Sweetie Pie, lets go see to our guests." I love rubbing my fur wrist cuffs over my bare nipples when no one is paying attention.
Gail was changed too. She was barefoot, bottomless, had a black leather half cup bra, and a fur lined wide black leather collar and cuff set with rhinestone trim.
We served them and made ourselves available until time to cook the veggies and make the salad. She and I ate from bowls on the carpet beside the dining table like good pets. Master Edward said the meal was delicious which made my Mistresses happy.
After we cleaned up the dinner dishes we all went and visited in the den. I sat at master Edward's knee. Gail sat between the Mistresses. He stroked my hair and shoulders. They fondled Gail.
At bed time Gail, master Edward and Mistress Angela went to her rooms. I went with Mistress Mary Grace to her suite. She was very needy that night. I drew a bubble bath and bathed her by candle light. In her canopy bed I stroked and fondled her. I ate her yummy pussy, then wearing her strap on I gave her a good boning before cuddling her to sleep. Sweet sweet Mary Grace.
In the morning we started the day in the shower so we were glowing when we got to the breakfast table where the others were already drinking coffee. Like us they were in bath robes. I wore my pink plush shortie robe that barely covers my tush. Soon Mistress Angela's hand was stroking my thigh. Aaah.
After a while of talking and nibbling on toast and fresh fruit Master Edward said it was time for him to head out. Mistress Angela took me to my room and dressed me in my pink lace bra and thong,my favorite pink and white mini skirt, a soft pink angora sweater, and my white flats. She told me I was going home with Master Edward, and helped me pack a bag. She told me to please him as my behavior would reflect upon her.
Then just before we left my room she sat and opened her blue kimono and patted her bare legs. I smiled and assumed the position, then she gave me a sensuous spanking just to reassure me she still loved me.
I wore my sable. Mary Grace drove us to the airport in her Jag. Gail was staying with my Mistresses. Before we boarded Master Edward's jet Mistress Mary Grace kissed me and told me she loved me.
Master Edward said not to be too formal. "Why don't you just address me as 'Sir'". He let me sit in the co-pilot's seat as he flew us to Montreal.
His driver met us at the airport and took us to his marble and granite mansion.
I was a little embarrassed when his middle aged domestic, Ms. Duval, brought his scotch and water as I was down between his legs sucking his cock. His left hand held my head down as he took the drink in his right. She hardly seemed surprised, just said supper would be ready in half an hour and left.
After a wonderful supper we went to his den and started watching a movie, but soon were fondling each other. He bent down in front of me. I raised my ass and he pulled down my panties. With my skirt pushed up and my ankles on his shoulders he took me. He drilled me hard and deep. A good solid animal fucking. I actually squealed when I came.
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. By the time we were undressed the rest of the way he was hard again. I pushed him back on the hard mattress and rode him like a pony.
As we lay cuddling he seemed fascinated with my little boobies, kissing and licking my hard pink nipples.
"Your Mistress says you'll sleep better this way." He took a short fur strap with Velcro tabs at it's ends and bound my wrists with it. He pulled me to his chest and floated a soft duvet over us. As I drifted off I wondered about his lack of body hair.
After a 'good morning' boning and a leisurely breakfast he took me on a tour of Montreal. We had lunch at a cute little bistro. We shopped and he bought me some very naughty lingerie. O la la. We had supper in a swanky restaurant then went to a jazz club.
Back home he said; "Lets play a bedtime game." I put on the black satin bustier he bought, he produced black elbow length silk gloves and calf high black leather extreme high heel boots, handed me a black strap on, and said to relax.
He left for a minute and returned, surprising me with his long blond wig, ankle length pink sheer nightie, and high heel pink slippers. His red lip stick and over done make up were fascinating. He dropped to his knees. "I've been a bad girl, Sir."
This sounds like a fun game!
