I sat on the sofa, idly flicking through my phone and swirling the whisky around in my glass waiting for my guests to arrive. Jennifer and her mother should be here any minute, and my slave had promised that they would be on time. I had expected this day to come after my first meeting with Janet, she was too much of a cougar looking for a den to leave it alone. After a few awkward moments and half-uttered conversations, Jennifer had finally asked me if I would be all right with introducing her mother into our relationship. "Hell yeah" I said in my head, Janet was so much like her daughter I was already formulating my plans. I didn't let Jennifer know any of this, in fact I made sure she believed that I thought it was a bad idea and took several weeks to let her convince me to give it a try.
A knock at the door jolted me out of my thoughts and I rose to open it and usher Jennifer and Janet inside. Closing the door, I moved back to the sofa where I sat down and took up my drink before turning my gaze on to them. They had just come from dinner, the final meeting to go over exactly what was going to happen tonight. Jennifer was dressed in a conservative blouse and skirt with a set of black suede 4" heels turning the outfit into my favourite look, business sexy. She stood there at the position of submissive attention, head down, hands clasped in front of her, feet together, but she was flexing her fingers with nervous energy.
Janet on the other hand, had dressed to impress. She wore a tight dark red cocktail dress with a halter-top that pulled her ample breasts together showing off a deep valley of cleavage. Her nipples made noticeable mounds in the fabric demonstrating that she was not wearing a bra. The tight skirt came to about mid thigh where nude stockings sheathed her legs down to the red patent leather stilettoes on her feet. She held her purse casually in one hand, the other on her hip and her eyes swept the room taking in its theme of subdued manhood. I waited until her gaze reached me and then gestured to the lone chair in the middle of the room, directly across from where I sat.
She moved to sit down, awkwardly trying to maintain her sophistication but failing just enough to make her uncomfortable. The chair was a straight-backed kitchen chair with no arms. It was slightly too high for her to sit in and still have her feet resting on the floor, and I had made one of the legs a little too short so it wobbled just enough to throw her off balance. She looked around for a place to put her purse but ended up holding it in her lap. She tried to cross her legs, but the chair rocked underneath her so she wound up sitting with her knees together, toes reaching for the floor for balance. The straight back denied her the option of lounging back as I was doing and instead she assumed a sitting version of the attention that Jennifer was still standing at.
Once she was seated I turned to Jennifer, "The black outfit" I said and she nodded, disappearing down the hall to the clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor. As I heard the door to the bedroom close, I turned to regard Janet who was wiggling in the chair, trying to find a point of balance and pulling her skirt down to cover the tops of her stockings. She felt my gaze on her and stopped her efforts, trying to lock eyes with me. I held her eyes for a few moments then slowly let my gaze travel down her body, taking in the sight in front of me.
"What has Jennifer told you about us?" I asked in a level tone.
"My daughter has told me that she is your slave and you are her master, but that your relationship is based on respect and trust not pain and dominance." She responded. "She says that you are a caring and considerate man who makes her very happy."
I continued to regard her with feigned indifference, letting the awkward silence grow between us. I saw Janet start to fiddle nervously with her purse, just like Jennifer did, tapping her fingers in small rapid movements.
"What Jennifer and I have is very special to me" I commented, "You understand that you are here at her request, not mine." I leaned forward, putting my elbows on my knees and closing the distance between us. "What are you looking for here?"
Janet looked away from my intense stare, eyes flicking around the room nervously. She was not used to this kind of response from men. Usually her "fuck me" look worked pretty quickly and she would be in a bedroom by now.
"Jennifer told me how you met, and what you said to her that first time she showed up here" she said, staring at the fireplace flickering beside her. "She told me how you two have developed your relationship, and that if I 'behave' perhaps I can have that too."
I heard the sounds of heels coming down the hall from the bedroom; Janet looked up and gave a small gasp of surprise as Jennifer entered the room. Her daughter was dressed in a lacy black 1/4 cup bra that held her firm young tits up like a display. A lacy black garter held up her black stockings and the same suede heels sculpted her legs and ass into flowing waves of muscle. Jewellery glittered in her ears and neck, reflecting the firelight as it flickered across her young firm body. Her downcast head made her curly blonde hair frame her face and flow over her shoulders to tickle her nipples into semi-firmness. I tossed a cushion from the sofa onto the ground beside me and she moved to kneel at my feet, hands on her lap, eyes on the floor in front of her.
"Jennifer" I rarely used her name in our master/slave relationship but I felt it was important to make sure she knew I was talking to her and not her slave persona. "I have been speaking with Janet and she says that you have made her aware of how we do things here, is that correct?"
"Yes Master" my slave replied, keeping her head down. "I have told her about us and how happy you make me. I told her about what we are to each other and what we do when we are together here."
