Author's Note: For context I highly recommend reading the first chapter
My Name is Slut
as well as its prequel
A New Experience
before reading this chapter if you have not already done so. Thank you for reading my stories and comments are always greatly appreciated.
I arrived home from my day at work a little disappointed. When I received the text from my husband Jeff earlier in the day I was hoping he wanted to play tonight since our daughter Sara would be staying with a friend. Instead he informed me that he had a very special client that would be joining us for dinner. So instead of going upstairs to change into my usual outfit I took the groceries I picked up on my way home into the kitchen. The rest of the afternoon was spent preparing another fabulous meal for my husband's and one of his special clients. I enjoy most aspects of playing the dutiful wife and hostess, but there are times that the work conversations could get to be more than a little boring to me.
Around 6, I heard the front door open and my husband yelling from the door, "Susan I 'm home. Sorry for the late notice on dinner, but this was completely a last minute thing. I really hope that you don't mind."
"No problem Dear. You know I love to cook when it comes to impressing your clients. What time is your client getting here?"
"Should be here in about a half hour, I am going to run up stairs to get a quick shower," Jeff said as I heard him running up the stairs.
About 30 minutes later the door buzzer sounded. Opening the door I was very surprised to be greeted by a familiar face but one that I had not seen in a few months. Looking at the tall woman standing there on the front porch I thought to myself, "This night might turn out to be very interesting after all."
"Hello Rhonda, It has been a while since we last saw each other. How have you been?"
"Just great Susan, it is really nice seeing you again too," Rhonda replied.
"Can I get you a cocktail or anything else to drink?" I responded showing our guest into the living room.
As she followed me through the entry way and into the living room I had forgotten just how tall she is. She easily stood well over six feet in her four inch heels and her 36D-26-36 inch body dwarfing my petite 32B-22-34 and 5'2" body. Her dark brunette hair was up in bun in contrast to my own long blonde wavy hair. She wore a grey business jacket over a white blouse with a grey pencil skirt and black silk stockings covered her long legs. A large black purse hung on her left shoulder.
"Red wine if you have it."
"I have merlot or a pinot noir? And can I take your jacket?"
"The pinot will be just fine," she said removing her jacket and handing it to me to put into the closet by the door.
Showing her to the living room I said, "Jeff should be down in minute and I will be right back with that pinot. Dinner should be ready in about five minutes."
Returning to the living room with Rhonda's glass of red wine Jeff had come down stairs to join her.
Handing Rhonda her wine I turned to Jeff, "Why didn't you tell me our guess would be Rhonda?"
"I wanted to surprise you," Jeff answered.
"Well you definitely accomplished that. Dinner is just about ready. Why don't the two of you have seat at the table and I will start bringing it out."
Over dinner enjoying one of my favorite dishes to make, chicken Marsala with wild rice and mixed grilled vegetables, I was really surprised to hear Rhonda and Jeff actually talking business. Apparently she had just received a sizable inheritance and wanted Jeff's assistance in setting up a trust and help with some other financial planning she needed done. Though this was once a specialty of Jeff, he has not been that involved much in financial planning for some time since he became a VP at his family's accounting firm.
With dinner finishing up, I began clearing the table and asked Rhonda and Jeff if either cared for anything else to drink.
Rhonda said, "I will have another glass of that wonderful pinot if you don't mind."
"I'll have a scotch," Jeff added.
"Ok, why don't the two of you return to the living room and I will bring the drinks out," I said caring an arm load of dishes back into the kitchen from the dining room.
Returning to the living room with the drinks I handed Rhonda first her wine and then my husband his scotch, neat of course.
As I was returning to the kitchen I heard Rhonda's voice, "Susan," hearing my name I turned to face her, "Does Slut still have that whip I gave her following our last encounter?"
"Yes she does," I answered, "And I am very certain that she would like it very much if you were to use it on her again tonight."
Then Jeff said, "Susan, I think the dishes can wait. Why don't you go upstairs and get Slut. Rhonda and I will wait here."
"I will send her right down," I said heading up the stairs.
Upstairs I quickly stripped down and retrieved Slut's usual outfit from an armoire drawer. First I fastened the ankle and wrist cuffs around my limbs. Then I removed my wedding ring before affixing Slut's collar securely around my neck. After a quick check in the mirror of my long blonde hair and make-up I made my way back down stairs.
Returning to the living room Master and Mistress Rhonda were seated as before each in a comfortable recliner. A small end table was between the two chairs. Both of the chairs faced toward the center of the room.
I entered the living room and knelt down on the floor directly between the two chairs facing toward both my Master and Mistress. I spread my legs wide as I knelt down and then placed my hands on my thighs palms up exposing myself completely. My head bowed down eyes to the floor waiting for my Master to speak.