Henry roughly kissed Thomas, pressing him against the wall. Thomas moaned and panted, his hands grasping aimlessly at Henry's shirt.
"You're going to behave tonight, princess," Henry purred in his ear. Thomas's eyelashes fluttered as he started kissing his neck. "Be a good servant and I might reward you."
"Oui, Monsieur," Thomas breathed. His breath hitched as Henry kissed the sweet spot on his neck.
"There's a uniform waiting on the bed for you."
"Ooh! Exciting!" Thomas skipped away and Henry chuckled to himself. Thomas quietly shut the bedroom door and admired the outfit that Henry had laid out on the bed. The first thing he saw was the boots, black thigh-highs with incredibly high, needle-thin heels.
But first, Henry had laid out a small assortment of toys. There was a small butt plug, a ring gag, and a large strap-on dildo. Thomas found that strange; Henry never allowed him to top.
"Thomas." Henry knocked on the door. "Put on the plug and put the ring gag around your neck."
"Oui, Monsieur." He stripped out of his clothes and put the toys on. There was a white, lace, padded bra on the bed, but no panties. Thomas shrugged and put on the bra, which made his small breasts look slightly larger.
Thomas's favorite dress was also laying on the bed, a black, velvet maid dress with a petticoat to fluff out the skirt. He slipped it on, sighing happily as he smoothed out the skirt. He picked up the boots and slowly slid them up his legs. They were so tight and stiff that he could hardly bend his legs. He carefully got up from the bed and walked to the mirror.
"Oh..." he sighed, looking at himself. He looked like an absolute wet dream in his slutty outfit with hickeys all over his neck. Whoever their guest was, there was no way they'd keep their eyes off him. He walked out to the kitchen, where Henry was setting up a tray of drinks. "Oh, Monsieur~!"
"Yes, Thomas?"
"How do I look?" He posed as Henry turned around.
"You're lucky we have guests coming over," Henry said, turning back to the drink tray. "You'd be cumming before you could even start begging."
Thomas giggled and blushed. Henry held out an arm and Thomas ran to him. Henry kissed the top of his head and lifted his skirt. He ran his finger over Thomas's plugged ass, nodding in approval.
"Good boy. Now, your rules for this evening..." Thomas stepped back, looking up eagerly. Henry ticked each rule on his fingers. "Your job is to show our guest what an obedient submissive you are. You will greet our guests the same way you would greet me. If you are asked to do something, you will do it quickly and without question. You must ask my permission if you are given a sexual request, but otherwise, I expect you to obey. You may not sit down unless our guest gives you permission. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will make sure that everyone has something to eat and drink."
"Pardon, Monsieur," Thomas squeaked.
"What?"
"I, just, there is so much information. And my English is slow." Henry chuckled and gently kissed him. "So... I am just a servant?"
"Yes. If you need help remembering your rules, you're allowed to ask me."
"Oui, Monsieur." Thomas pecked his cheek as the doorbell rang.
"Go get it." Thomas curtsied and trotted away to welcome their guest. He opened the door, beaming. A woman was standing on the porch and a large man was standing behind her.
"Bonsoir, Monsieur and Mademoiselle!" he chirped. The woman eyed him hungrily.
"Well, hello, pretty thing," she purred. She stepped into the house, looking down at him. She was only a few inches taller than him, but she would've been taller were he not wearing heels.
"May I take your coat, Madame?"
"Well, I don't have a coat, but you can put my purse on the table over there."
"Oui, Madame."
"Now, I have a complaint to make. Where's your Master?"
"Jesus, Dee," Henry sighed, crossing the living room. "What complaint could you possibly have already?"
"Oh, only that it's a crime this sweet, little plaything belongs to you and not me."
"I think you'll live. I see you brought a plus-one." Dee dragged the large man into the house and Thomas saw that he was wearing a leash.
"This is Slave. He's been extra naughty lately and I thought you might have some ideas on how to punish him. I know you're so creative like that." Dee brushed a finger over Henry's lips and he took her hand, lightly kissing her wrist. Thomas set Dee's purse down and fumed as he walked to the kitchen.
"Well, make yourselves comfortable," Henry said. Thomas busied himself with making dinner, trying to drown out Dee's laughter. He hated her already. Why would Henry kiss her hand like that? That wasn't something Americans did.
"Oh, maid boy!" Dee called. Thomas put on a smile and walked out to the living room. Dee's Slave was on all fours, acting as a footrest for her as she lounged in her chair. Henry was in the opposite chair, one foot kicked up on the coffee table.
"Oui, Madame?" Thomas hung over Henry's shoulders, planting a kiss on his temple.
"Are you any good at making cocktails?"
"Quelle?" Thomas blushed.
"Get the drink tray," Henry whispered.
"Oui, Monsieur." Thomas went to the kitchen and picked up the tray of drinks. It was heavy, but he was good at balancing. He went back to the living room and set the tray on the coffee table.
"Oh, you know me so well, Henry," Dee giggled, picking a glass off the tray. Thomas scowled and heard Henry quietly chuckling.
"You're not jealous, are you, princess?" he asked. Thomas looked at him, blushing.
"Aw, he is!" Dee laughed. "Don't worry, darling, I'm not gonna steal your Master."
"I am sorry, Madame." Thomas bowed his head, embarrassed. "I did not mean to--"
"Thomas, food," Henry said. He squeaked and ran to the kitchen as the oven started beeping. He checked the food in the oven and added another minute to the timer. He heard Henry and Dee chatting in the living room and sighed. He hadn't meant to get so jealous.
"Slave, go see if Thomas needs help in the kitchen," Dee said. She and Henry were sitting down at the dining table. Thomas turned around and yelped as Dee's Slave towered over him.
"May I help you?" Slave rumbled. Thomas shook his head, pressing himself against the counter. He didn't understand how such a big, strong man could be a submissive like Thomas. After all, weren't subs supposed to be meek and pretty?
"N-No, thank you, Monsieur."
"Call me Slave."
"Slave, get your ass over here. You're scaring the poor thing." Slave walked away and Thomas took a deep breath. Henry walked into the kitchen and started digging through the cabinets.
"May I help you find something, Monsieur Henry?"
"Nope, I got it." The oven beeped and Thomas put his oven mitts on. He pulled the hot tray out of the oven and set it on the stovetop. He felt Henry grab his waist and smiled. "Are you alright, princess?"
"Mhmm." Thomas sank back in his arms and Henry started swaying side-to-side.
"When you're done serving food, you can get some for yourself and sit at the table with us."
"Oui, Monsieur." Henry let go of him and went back to the dining room. Thomas neatly arranged the food on two plates for Henry and Dee, then carefully set the plates on the table.
"Absolutely perfect presentation," Dee said. "This looks spectacular."
"Merci, Madame. May I get anything else?"
"Get a glass of water for both of us," Henry said.
"Oh, and put some food into Slave's dish." Dee handed Thomas a dog bowl and he looked at it in confusion. "Don't worry about it being pretty."
