I woke up and gave Rick the longest and most sensuous blow job of his life for his first morning back at work. Mary had taught me to always send her loving man to work on Monday satisfied and relaxed to start the week, one of us always did that task. Wednesday evenings were also an important day, especially after work as that became his stress relief time or hump day as it is so reverently called. A good working week culminated on Friday evenings usually with a time out on the town with coworkers and friends. The object of course is to be invited to these little soirees, not always as he does need alone time with his friends. Too much and it would make him look hen pecked which is to be avoided at all cost. Always follow Masters desires in the matter. The bad part, I needed to teach him.
Friday would always be the toughest day Mary had told me. It would be easiest just to tell him the situation. I was a new toy to him so to speak, new toys get played with often before becoming mundane and unexciting. He would want me to join him as soon as possible in these little adventures then it would taper off to seldom. The seldom part would be the point to avoid, it needed to be an even mix. Lance had always told Mary if a guest was coming so there would be no unwanted situations. I rarely got to go out with the two of them on a Friday night. Most generally it would be a Saturday night, just to have fun dancing and drinking. Not being able to talk was a burden most times at those events.
With Lionel all of this never made a difference, different situation and environment. Lionel was always a surprise when it came to all this. With Lionel I might need to look like a model, the girl next door or a hooker when we were out. At home I was the maid at all times and he would order me what to do and when. Lionel loved the fact I couldn't speak most of the time.
I also needed to teach Sarah. Her working may make it a lot more easier but I knew Master will want her to tag along every now and then. All she has to do is act like my best friend and that isn't always easy. I doubted Master would play with us around his friends from work, if ever. Sarah also needed a lesson or two with her coworkers. They seemed like a disjointed bunch of people thrown together temporarily with a manager that didn't care. Sarah seemed to be the cohesive glue that guided them.
Saturdays were always reserved for fun at home or a private club, that held true for both Lance and Lionel. I always wondered because we seldom went to the private clubs. Lance liked the club but didn't like the people all that much. He went because a couple of their friends went. Lance thought there were too many things wrong with many of the Masters and the slaves themselves he couldn't comprehend. Lionel, mostly due to time constraints.
Sundays were normally a day of rest and relaxation for the most part. It could be something as simple as watching a movie. Lance and Mary were more adventurous as Lionel was most generally packing for his next trip or leaving for the airport. Some of the airport excursions made for some fun memories.
Monday was more or less a boring day for me as Sarah and Rick were both at work. I cleaned just to have something to do. I hadn't been alone in over a week. The alone time which I coveted before just wasn't the same this time. It feels like a piece on me is missing. Is this what love is all about? I checked the mail as I was ordered and that gave me a sense of accomplishment as did doing the laundry. I may have struggled but I got by. I tried making the beds, the more I tried the worse things got when I tried getting the sheets in place. I just couldn't lift and tuck, not with these beds anyway.
Rick called me twice, the first time at lunch. He had been in a meeting all morning long, poor Master. The second when I was trying to make the beds. He was worried when I sounded out of breath. It helped to know Master was thinking of me. I didn't think to look at my Tablet where he had sent me the early morning email. I would need to remember in the future to keep it near me at all times. At least I could make dinner, baked chicken breast marinated in Italian dressing and veggies. I struggled with the veggies quite a bit but managed. I settled on ice cream for desert and brewed ice tea in the coffee pot. I even sent my first email outlining dinner plans so Master didn't pick something up or plan something ahead of time. His loving reply made me smile.
I wanted to surprise Master at the door, I just couldn't think of how while I set the table. It would have been easy if it wasn't for Mother Nature. I couldn't wait for my cast to be redone, that would help an awful lot also. I didn't know if Sarah was coming either or when. I only knew Sarah had Tuesday and Wednesday off according to the board and she worked til 7 PM tonight.
The best I could do was look presentable when Master showed up at the door wearing my collar and leash. At least dinner smelled yummy and ready to be served. He sent me an email when he left, so I knew approximately when to expect him. I didn't know how long it would take him is the bad part.
Master was happy to see me. He took my leash and pulled me in for a long tender welcome home kiss that left me weak in the knees. I had missed him so much and he missed me also that was evident. He was happy with dinner and he told me of his plans for the coming weekend.
Train to Boston Friday night and two nights at the Crowne. He didn't know if Rikki and Jill would be joining us or not except for dinner Saturday night. The plans sounded like fun and a little sight seeing he hoped but wouldn't be much.
Sarah arrived about 7:30 and warmed up dinner I had saved her. As we had been talking about the plans and how his day went. Master left to get changed and more comfortable while Sarah ate. Sarah had one of those boring days but went quicker than normal, teaching the staff how to dress better and greet customers were on her mind. Sarah had brought some clothes and makeup with her to wear as well.
After dinner and the dishes done, I had Sarah help me make the beds. She was appreciative that I had done the laundry. I had her change my nipple rings back to my loops, the placards were getting bothersome. I left Sarah to put her things away while I joined Master on the sofa in the living room.
Sarah came out dressed in a soft black leather halter that laced in front and a pleated black skirt with four inch black pumps. Her collar and leash completed her attire. Her large tits pushed up and out of the halter seductively showing plenty of cleavage. The skirt about three inches above the knee. The striking new feature was the piercing in her navel with three dangling bells, still red and a little swollen.
"Did I say you could do that Sarah?" Master asked.
"No Sir. I have been wanting this for a long time. You don't like Sir?" Sarah said looking dejected.
"I did say no nipple rings but that is beside the point. You didn't ask first, whether I like it or not. It is not your body to mark, is it?" Master stated furiously.
"No Sir." Sarah said with tears running down her cheeks.
"I do like but you needed to ask first." Master stated.
"Yes Sir." Sarah sniffled.
I knew Master was thinking of a punishment. I couldn't help Sarah on this one because Master was right, though I knew she wanted one when we were looking before. I needed to see what Master would decide.
"I think the paddle is in order for such an unruly wench." Master finally stated.
"Puppy, go fetch the paddle while Sarah strips." Master ordered.
I got up to go fetch the paddle as ordered. It could have been much worse and I think Master was trying to decide on something Sarah didn't like. I am not sure what that might have been myself. When I returned Sarah was already in position, bent over with her hands gripping the arm of the couch, legs spread wide. I handed Master the paddle.
