Weekday Evening Plans
It was a regular weekday evening in May in Sussex county, south-east England, UK. The weather was turning barmy and evenings were lasting that bit longer indicating the arrival of summer. Thirty-two year old Sara Jones was on her commute home on the train thinking about her work day and wondering how Ken's (her 35 year-old husband) day had gone. She was also mulling over the recent development in their lives and the arrival of Master, who they had met at a party. They had been pleasantly surprised when they learned what he was into. Following several meetings and discussions, Sara and Ken had agreed for Master to be a part of their lives, blissfully unaware of the unknown world they were getting into.
That evening, unbeknownst to her, Master had messaged Ken and was informed that the couple didn't have any plans for the evening. Ken was a timid, work-from-home cuckold husband doing freelance translation. Sara, a demure closet elitist who could turn very extrovert with the right type of alcohol, was a finance manager at a local bank. Both were of posh, middle-class lineage from the rolling hills of the Sussex countryside. Sara was still deliberating between dinner at home or at Valerios, a new Italian eatery in their town, as she entered their flat and closed the door behind her. As she stepped into her flat, she felt that extra spring in her step from the familiarity and warm comfort of her own home. But she was definitely not prepared for how the evening was going to pan out.
Sara was of a slim, healthy build. She had pale Welsh skin, 5'6" tall, green eyes, and shoulder-length black hair tied in a short ponytail. She was dressed in a light green top and tight black pants, handbag on one shoulder, laptop bag in the other hand, and medium-sized heels on her feet. Sara had closed the door of her flat behind her and entered the short hall that led into their living room when she stopped short in her tracks.
Her mouth started opening and closing like a fish and she looked like a deer caught in headlights as she saw Master's 6'2" frame standing around fifteen feet from her, his arms crossed with a serious look on his face. She looked over enquiringly at Ken, who was quietly preparing dinner at the kitchen counter with a white kitchen towel draped on his shoulder, and mouthed "Why didn't you message me?."
Ken looked up and made eye contact just long enough to acknowledge the arrival of his wife. Then, glancing over to where Master was standing, he lowered his eyes and went back to what he was doing without uttering a word. There was no "Hi babe," or "Hey darling! You're back!" to his wife. It all had been forbidden in Master's presence. Ken's manner was also an acknowledgement of the fact that he and Sara were in store for some dire punishment that evening: first, Sara was inappropriately attired indoors, wearing clothes in Master's presence; second, she hadn't performed her regulation greeting to Master: a bright smile and cheery hello, with a display of emotions like a dog welcoming his owner.
As part of the relationship set by Master, it was mutually agreed between all that Sara belonged to Master at all times and was his property. Ken was only meant to be a token husband when Master was physically not around. At all other times, Ken's role was just to be a caretaker and take instructions even if it meant being asked to disappear for a while because Master wanted to use his wife. His response would always have to be "Of course, it's an honour, Master" or something similar before he disappeared.
As part of their training, Master had Sara kneel in the slave position--naked, hands locked behind her head and chest thrust out proudly--and would slap her face, asking "What are you?"
Sara would respond "I am a dirty slut!" or "I am your bitch, sir. Treat me like shit," or "I am your pet, please abuse me, sir!"
Ken had to stand in attention and watch sincerely without intervening, periodically thanking Master as his wife got abused. Sara was to be trained as Master's pet, with Ken being her caretaker and Master their owner. This was done outdoors and indoors. Some nights they would go for walks. Sara was allowed to wear only shoes with a dog leash around her neck that Master held. Ken's job was to walk ahead and make sure they would be safe from people or other interruptions.
"Oh...h-h-hello Master! Wh-what a pleasant surprise!" Sara stammered, rattled at the unexpected presence of Master in her house.
She stopped and abruptly stepped back into the hall and put both her bags down, trying to gather herself. She unsteadily started to undo the laces on her top, without taking her eyes off Master, and remembered that her hair was still tied.
"Oh!" She hurriedly pulled the band from the hair and shook her head so that hair opened and settled around her shoulders. She had messed up the order, as the hair and heels should have come off first. She crossed her hands across her chest and slowly pulled her top through her head. Then, still with eyes on her Master, she unbuckled her heels and took them off. Sara unzipped and pulled her tight pants off as if it were a hindrance, and then slowly dropped the last piece of clothing protecting her dignity on the floor. All the while she was standing just inside the door of her own house. Her instructions were to be fully naked in Master's presence at all times, which in this case meant she should have stripped even before she entered her own living room.
Sara tiptoed barefoot and completely naked into her living room, her breasts gently swinging and her hands by her sides.
A weekday evening visit from Master was not a usual occurrence in the Jones household. Sessions were normally held on weekends and with prior notice, as Master was demanding and unrelenting most of the time and wanted things done exactly as he fantasized. However, they had been forewarned to expect him at any time and any place. On a normal day, Sara would put her bags down and walk straight into the arms of her husband as she walked through the door, kiss and cuddle and make quick plans for the evening. Some days, depending on how stressful the work day was, they would end up on the kitchen or living room floor between each other's legs, going at it like rabbits. Master had entered their lives at an opportune moment when they were anxious, but fully ready to enter a new phase of submissiveness. They were ready to submit to a personality who would take them to the depths of servitude and control that Sara and Ken longed for.
Unimpressed by the haphazard turn of events, Master turned to Sara and coldly said, "You have five minutes."
Sara immediately rushed into the bathroom after-thanking Master profusely, her breasts and arse jiggling as she went.
