Over the following few months from my first night waiting tables at the club things continued and amber and I fell into a comfortable rhythm with things. The first Friday of the month amber would wait tables during "men's night" and on the third Friday of the month I would wait them for the Ladies. When amber waited tables I was typically dressed in something slutty awaiting the arrival of Ms. Julia and Ms. Linda who more than once brought a friend or never showed up. There was never any way for me to tell. In between those, every other Wednesday, amber and I would visit Ms. Linda and clean her place. Usually, at the end of most of those nights, amber and I would leave with amber's cage key in a block of ice. By the time we got home, regardless of the weather, amber would have the key freed and would take her sexual frustrations out on my mouth right there in the driveway. On the occasional Friday night or weekend day I would head over to Ms. Julia's dressed as the horny bimbo French maid fifi and do her bidding. Once or twice I would even spend the night only to be pushed out the door in the morning half dressed, looking and feeling used and abused, for the drive home. At home amber and I had our own rhythm to our week. The day after a trip to Ms. Linda's I would reassert my dominance and make sure she understood that I was still in charge even if I could still feel how she'd fucked my face the night before. On mornings after a night at the club, whether she was waiting tables or I was, it was a day for me to relax and her to do my bidding.
This was one of those days and I was more than happy to take advantage of the unseasonably warm weather by sitting outside reading a book while amber minced in her heels and lingerie. We live in a very rural area in an old Victorian home with several acres of trees separating us from our neighbors, behind my home is conservation land so prying eyes are the least of our concerns. Behind our home is a large patio area with a table, chairs and lounge chairs as well as a nicely landscaped yard that amber does a wonderful job of maintaining. The house is set back from a winding road through the mountains, on average cars passing by are doing well over 40 miles per hour so privacy out front is decent as well. I've had amber mow the front yard in a 2 piece and cut off shorts without a single issue, well other than her blushing from a few honks of passing cars. So as I sat at the table with my feet up wearing a pair of cotton and lycra boyshorts and a sweatshirt I had no concerns about anything other than the steamy book I was reading. That morning I'd even given myself a nice facial, not the dirty kind, and had my hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. I was all about comfort and relaxation as I sipped my coffee before turning the next page.
"amber dear." I called out.
"Yes Ms. Allison?" amber asked as she emerged from the house.
"Top off my coffee will you muffin?" I replied giving her a quick glance.
"Of course Ms. Allison!" amber replied.
Counter to my relaxed attire amber had on a jade green with floral lace demi bra and thong with black lace top thigh highs, black patent 5" heels and a long brunette wig reminiscent of Rachel Greene on Friends. I'd had her add a few thin golden bracelets to her right wrist and a lovely matching watch to her left. As usual she had her belly ring in with a dangling "sissy" ornament which had the "I" dotted with a cubic zirconia. As amber leaned forward to pour my coffee, then add the appropriate amount of cream and sugar, her large hoop earrings disappeared into her tresses. she was the picture of sissy servitude complete with make up and ruby red lips. The carafe was within arms reach of me but why should I stop what I'm doing to pour myself coffee when she's more than happy to do it?
"Would you like anything else Ms. Allison?" she asked as she set the coffee carafe down.
"I think I will need a pedicure later," I said barely glancing up from my book, "and maybe we will go out to dinner tonight to save you from cooking."
"That would be lovely Ms. Allison." amber answered doing a magnificent job of hiding the fact that she didn't like going to normal places like restaurants while dressed up.
I reached over and let the fingernails of my right hand glide up the back of her leg, the feeling of my nails on her stockings always tickled and excited her. Soon she was focusing more on keeping her clitty from getting too hard and far less worried about eating breadsticks in public.
"Back to work baby," I said giving her ass a pinch, "I'm getting to a good part here."
"Yes Ms." amber said as she quickly retreated into the house.
My right hand slipped under my sweatshirt, while it wasn't cold out my fingers were definitely colder than my breasts causing me to bite my lower lip as I touched my nipple. The book was describing an intense bondage scene, I was picturing myself in it with Ms. Julia taking the dominant role. it wasn't that far off from what she'd put me through in Max's office the night before as it was so it didn't take much imagination. With both nipples hard and my pussy burning my eyes furiously engulfed the words in front of me.
"Ohhh fuck." I moaned slightly.
"Is that any way to greet guests?" Ms. Julia's voice snapped me out of my trance.
Looking to my left Ms. Julia and Ms. Linda approached. I couldn't even think to move other than to remove my hand from underneath my sweatshirt and put my feet down. Ms. Linda was dressed as I had typically seen them, a tasteful but sexy dress, heeled sandals, light make up and nicely done hair but contrary to her typical look Ms. Julia was in leather. It was an intense departure from the norm. She wore leather pants that disappeared into a pair of ankle boots and a snug fitting leather top. Her make up was a bit heavier than normal and her hair was pulled back in cascading curls, she looked every bit the leather clad Dominatrix.
"I asked a question slut." She reiterated as they approached.
"No Mistress Julia," I said finally snapping to my feet, "I was lost in my book and didn't hear you arrive."
"Based on your attire I would say you weren't expecting us either," Ms. Linda said looking me over, "although maybe your nipples were."
"Ummm yes Mistress Linda." I said looking down to see them poking out of my light sweatshirt and feeling my face turn bright red.
"What are you reading?" Ms. Julia asked as she took the book from my hand. "Oh I know this one," she said looking back up at me with a wry smile, "did this give you any ideas?"
"I was thinking of you doing several of those things to me Mistress," I said wondering why I'd lost the ability to say no to her, "and it got me very excited."
"I can tell!" Ms. Juila said with a grin. "Now bring that cute little sissy of yours out here."
"amber!" I called out hearing my voice sounding far less confident than it did several minutes ago.
"Yes, Ms ... I mean Mistresses." amber stuttered as she all but tripped out the door.
The look of confusion on her face caused Ms. Julia and Ms. Linda to chuckle. I could hear amber's stomach flip as she stood next to me.
"Turn around lovely," Ms. Julia said moving her finger in a circular motion, "let's see this outfit of yours." amber complied turning slowly clockwise then facing them again with her hands at her sides. "You do look quite convincing," Ms. Julia continued, "lets go inside I have plans for your sweet sissy ass today."
This was also out of place as Ms. Julia typically expressed little to no interest in amber. amber dutifully followed Ms. Julia into the house leaving me standing outside with Ms. Linda. The silence was uncomfortable and somewhat scary, finally she spoke.
"Go get your purse." She instructed somewhat harshly. I quickly ran inside, not seeing Ms. Julia or amber anywhere, and returned with my purse. "Put it on the table." She instructed again.
With my purse on the table Ms. Linda moved past me pulling out my wallet and keys. Opening the wallet she removed my driver's license and a credit card, with those in her right hand and my keys in her left, she turned to face me again. I couldn't bring myself to look into her eyes but felt her staring at me. The back of her left hand brushed against my body just above my mound, she used it to lift the sweatshirt as she moved her hand upward until she was able to tuck the credit card and license into the waistband of my shorts.
"Make sure you keep those there," she said letting the backs of her fingernails glide over my tummy, "you wouldn't want to have to fish those out of your shorts later." I replied that I would and heard amber's heels step out onto the patio briefly then disappear back into the house. "Oh good," Ms. Linda said backing away a few inches, "put those shoes on, we have an errand to run!"
"Yes Mistress Linda." I replied as I turned around and felt my stomach sink.
"Anything wrong slut?" Ms. Linda asked as I hesitated to step into the footwear before me.
"Um, no, Mistress Linda." I replied as a feeling of dread overcame me.
Regardless of my feelings I stepped behind the shoes and stepped into them. They had been somewhat of a joke purchase by a Master I had fallen deeply for that he ended up enjoying seeing me in but I'd rarely if ever wore them anywhere else. Maybe once to the club for Halloween but that was it, of course my costume was an exotic dancer so these heels fit.
"Then let's go!" Ms. Linda said turning and walking toward the driveway.
I dutifully followed wearing 3 inch clear platform heels that added a total of 7 inches to my height. They were not terribly uncomfortable to wear as they were just a high pair of mules but they were a bit awkward due to the platform and backless design. Coupled with my no make up, no effort hair, boyshorts and sweatshirt attire this was quite a statement I was making. Ms. Linda stopped by my car and opened the passenger side door for me.
"Thank you Mistress." I said carefully maneuvering myself into the low sitting coupe and feeling my shorts ride up my backside.
Without a word she closed the door and got into the driver's seat making sure to adjust the seat and mirrors to her liking. Not even amber drove my car, it felt like an invasion of my space but it paled in comparison to everything else going on at the moment. She drove, taking random turns here and there, leaving me time not only to wonder where we were going but also to contemplate my fate. Entering a commercial area I had little idea what to expect, I finally understood how amber felt when I took her out for "shopping excursions" from time to time. One place she and I had never gone was a hardware store. While I always loved taking her to the mall, particularly on a Saturday night as I'd planned to do that evening before dinner, a large chain hardware store on a Saturday morning was just as busy. Instead of "mall rats" and random teens who took great pleasure speaking their minds the hardware chain store was full of couples and families enjoying shopping for projects on a day that felt more like spring than winter. I felt myself shrinking into my seat as Ms. Linda exited the car, a moment later she was opening my car door and offering her hand to help me out.
"Oh no," she said as I reached back with my free hand to adjust my shorts, "leave those be."
"Yes Ms. Linda." I replied sheepishly and thankful that these shorts were only showing the bottom quarter of my ass and not more.
