faith grinned to herself as she cooked in Paul’s house. She was alone, He had gone out to get the last touches for the dinner. He had told His girlfriend that He had planned a romantic evening for them, complete with someone to cook and clean up after them. She had reluctantly agreed. Paul and faith had planned out the menu, it was to be a light supper followed by a decadent and very special dessert.
Tonight was very special overall. Paul and faith had decided it was time to introduce Andrea to the delights of being pleasured by a woman. T/they figured that it was a secret desire Andrea had been trying hard to keep hidden. So, the supper tonight. The first course was a green salad with a variety of veggies. A specialty of faith’s. The main course was grilled chicken with a slightly spicy barbecue sauce. On the grill with the chicken were the potatoes. Quartered and wrapped in foil, they were stuffed with sweet onion and sprinkled with a little garlic salt. T/they had argued about the results of this particular portion, one felt that it would involve some serious bad breath, the other felt that it didn’t matter. Also on the table was a bottle of a dry rose wine and some soft fresh bread.
Dessert was designed for impact and irresistibility. Freshly baked brownies topped with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream were waiting. T/they both felt Andrea would object but would give in without too much argument. Paul had baked the brownies (with faith cleaning up after Him) but Andrea was not to know that. The brownies were laced with pot. T/they hoped that combined with the wine the brownies would lower Her inhibitions without totally making Her senseless.
Faith was dressed in a slim black skirt that fell to just above her knees and a sheer white blouse. A black vest covered her breasts and the lacy bra she wore beneath. It also made the outfit look like a uniform. She wore flat, strappy black sandals. Barefoot seemed too intimate and socks just wasn’t right. This night had been planned to the last detail over several weeks.
Faith flipped the chicken and the potatoes and went to look at the table. A single pink rose in a short glass bud vase sat between two (unscented) white, tapered candles. Silverware, glasses and linens made up a formal dinner service for two on either side of the candles. Small silver dishes offered the condiments required for the dinner. She made minor adjustments that didn’t need to be made and fidgeted a little as she waited. Paul was picking Andrea up from work today.
She heard a car, and of course the dogs barking, and she peeked out the window. She grinned when she saw Paul get out of the car. He reached into the back and grabbed a couple of bags. He brought the bags into the house and set them on the counter. One was from the Stag Shop and the other was from the liquor store. He grabbed His slave and pulled her close for a deep kiss. Faith moaned as she pressed her body to His. Her hands stroked His face and ears as His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth. He groaned and pushed her away. She touched her lips, panting. She wanted so much more. But it had to wait.
Meanwhile she was dying to know what was in that little black and pink bag. She had brought her own toys a couple of days ago and He had hidden them so she wondered what He had just bought. She hadn’t thought T/they needed anything.
Knowing was apparently going to have to wait too. He took the bag, winked at her and took it into the bedroom. She stood where He left her, waiting for Him to come back. She looked around His house. From her spot by the table she could see quite a bit of it. It was a peaceful place, for her anyway. She felt her mind clear and any doubts about what T/they were doing melted away. This was where she wanted to be. There were details, nagging things to be cleared up. But she knew that Paul would never try to change the core of what and who she was. Just as He knew she would serve Him, and Andrea, faithfully and with the utmost devotion. She smiled with pleasure.
“I hope this works tonight. If it doesn’t…well, I don’t like to think of the consequences. I love Y/you both too much to have to choose.”
Paul walked back to her and took her hand in His, faith smiled, wrapping her fingers around His hand and bringing it to her lips, “It will work, I am sure.” Her smile wavered as she thought of her plan if it didn’t. she tightened her grip on Him and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on His cheek. At a buzzing sound behind her she looked dismayed. She let go of Him and ran out to the grill. She lifted the lid quickly, burning herself in the process. She sighed a huge sigh of relief when she saw that the smoke was not indication that a fire had started. Just drippings sizzling in the proper fire.
Paul stepped outside just as she started sucking on the burn. She looked guilty as she snatched her hand from her mouth and checked the food.
“It’s almost ready, Master, You should go get Her.”
“Food smells good. Sure you can keep it from burning?” He stepped close to her and grabbed her hand. “Were you planning on taking care of this?” He kissed the burn briefly. “It had better look much better when I get back with Andrea. I do not like you hurting yourself. Be more careful. You belong to Me and I will have you in one piece.”
Faith blushed and tucked her hand behind her back. He pointed to the door and she moved inside to run cold water on her hand. He smiled after her and left to get Andrea.
She smiled as she got in the car. “Hi. I’m starved. I hope dinner is good.”
“It should be ready when we get home.” He smiled back at her, His eyes taking in the short curls, the very kissable mouth and the beautiful eyes. He took her hand in His as He drove towards home. She let Him hold it for a bit, then took it back to fiddle with her stuff. He sighed quietly. He turned His thoughts to what would hopefully be happening in three hours.
She groaned suddenly, “That dinner with the maid…cook…whatever is tonight isn’t it?”
He nodded.
She sighed, “Is there no way we can postpone it?”
He looked at her in disbelief. “No, we can not. Dinner will be ready when we get home. All you have to do is sit at the table and enjoy.” He shot her a slightly angry look before resolve settled on His face.
“Ok ok! I didn’t know it was so important.”
“Well it is. I have a very important question to ask you.”
Her eyes widened and She didn’t say another thing for the rest of the trip home. He looked out the driver’s window and grinned at His reflection. Wasn’t She in for a surprise.
When He pulled into the driveway He told Her to stay put then came and opened Her door for Her.
He kissed her cheek as she got out. Paul led Her to the door and opened it for Her. She stepped in and was greeted by the girl…woman…in the uniform. She inspected her even as She was inspected in return. Slim legs led up to a curvy body with large breasts. Andrea found Herself thinking about them naked and stopped Herself quickly. She wasn’t like that, didn’t like girls, only perverts did. She moved on to see soft green eyes and a full mouth that was curved in a gentle smile.
“Hello Ma’am, You must be Andrea. Mr. Baker has told me much about You. my name is faith. I hope dinner is to Your liking. May I take Your coat?”
Andrea was surprised at the smooth, soft flow of words and She handed over Her coat and bag without thought. Paul gave Her a gentle push and She climbed the steps into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly. Lord knows how but the gir…faith had already managed to put Her things away and was standing beside the table. She pulled a chair out and Andrea sat in it, admiring the table setting. “This looks very nice faith.”
Faith flushed with pleasure, “Thank You Ma’am.”
She pulled Paul’s chair out for Him and smiled as He sat down. She stepped to the counter to get the bottle of wine and pulled the loose cork from the top. “May I pour for You?”
Paul nodded and faith poured the wine into both glasses. He began a conversation with Andrea about Her day, ignoring His slave as she served the salad, removed Their plates and served the main course. With each course she brushed against Andrea, smiled softly at Her and in general flirted a bit. Andrea responded in a subdued way. In between courses she stood by the window and appeared to be watching the dogs in the back yard.
Andrea was surprised to find Herself responding to this woman. It was difficult to concentrate on the conversation with Paul. And She was very curious about His question. Every time faith came near Her Andrea could swear She smelled sex. And it made Her hungry. She wanted to know why this woman was making Her so hot under the collar…or was that under the panties? Andrea cleared Her throat and struggled to concentrate.
“…tickets, did you want to come?”
She blinked, confused. “I’m sorry Jason, what did you say?”
“I said, I managed to get the concert tickets. Did you want to come?”
Her eyes tracked faith’s movements and she dished up dessert and brought it to the table. “ummm Sure, sounds great.”
Paul tried not to let out the huge grin that was threatening. Andrea had no clue what He was talking about. He had just invited Her to a concert given by Martians from Jupiter. He watched Her watch faith for a few minutes longer, until dessert was put in front of them. He told faith she could eat something as well, with a meaningful look at the dessert. She knew her part well, she took a couple of brownies and went and sat outside. The afforded Them some privacy to eat dessert and faith knew she’d be called in soon.
She ate the brownies and it wasn’t long before she started feeling a buzz. She hoped that she’d be allowed to clean up soon. The buzz got much worse (better?) and she’d never be able to clean up. Within a minute of that thought she heard her name called.
