Pt. 01: Out with the Old

My name is Scott and this is the story of a recent dinner party of sorts. Two of my friends from work, Bill and James, have been asking me more and more questions about my home life lately. I don't flaunt my success as a dominant head of household, far from it; though I suppose that I am open to those who want to learn. As the three of us would chat at lunch, they began to catch on that I never seemed to be joining them when they would complain about their girls, in fact I never had anything to gripe about. Soon they started to get more curious and they finally started asking more direct questions, I decided this was the time to invite them into a whole new world. I briefly explained a little bit about the dynamic between me and my slave wife Sarah, but after a few of their questions said that we were pretty much at the extent of what could be learned by talking, the rest would need to be experienced in real life. We agreed on dinner two nights from then and I gave them a short shopping list of required supplies that they would need to purchase in advance, but I warned them to keep those items hidden from their girls until the time was right.

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I walk into the house and Sarah is waiting patiently on her designated spot, kneeling in the waiting position. Due to my work in IT, my house is well equipped with security cameras and activity sensors, and I have small touchscreen display controllers spread throughout the house, including the kitchen where she was working.

One of my favorite parts of coming home is inspecting Sarah to make sure that she is prepared to my specs. She knows what is coming next, and when I say "Inspection," she gracefully rises keeping her legs spread, and her hands move behind her head, fingers interlocked and elbows straight and taut, proudly displaying her large tits. Her makeup has been applied perfectly and I cannot find anything out of place. A number of months ago I had all the hair "below her eyebrows" lasered off, a costly but well worth it investment. I weigh one of her tits in my hand and mutter to myself, "I think it's about time to go up a size, I need to call the doc." Her pussy is wet and ready to serve me, she almost breaks position and I hear a small sound as I run my fingers through her intimate folds. I smack the left tit with my free right hand and remind her, "A good girl is quiet and holds her position during inspection." I insert a finger and her pussy is practically melting on my hand. Removing my hand, I bring my now wet fingers to her lips and she accepts them with a joy, sensually sucking every part of my fingers, reminding me just how talented her mouth and tongue are. Reminding myself of the coming events for the night and that I really don't have time to play with her now, I visually continue my inspection, scanning her black thigh high stockings down to her red high heels. Everything is indeed in perfect order, and she is going to represent me excellently this evening.

Glad that she has met my expectations, I tell her, "good girl, you are beautiful and perfectly prepared for the evening ahead." I take hold of the short leash that has been dangling between her breasts, "Kneel," and again displaying the grace that only is achieved with great practice, transitions herself to her knees. Once she is in position, I lead her crawling to the living room. I sit in an easy chair and she kneels next to me and the chair, my hand absentmindedly petting her long blond hair. *Before I left the house that morning I handed her a recipe for a thick beef stew and said to plan on feeding six people, but it wasn't until this moment that I explain to her that we are hosting a few friends and their girls that evening.*

She softly asks, "Master in that case what do you want me dressed in?"

"You're wearing it. Tonight is going to be different." This is a first for her and with my petting hand I feel her begin to tense up. However I also see her hips squirm a bit and can tell it excites her as well. I was a bit curious how she would respond, and I know that the vagueness in my answers and the delay in giving her a full understanding of the night is fueling a fire in her. Am I going to offer her to my friends, letting them explore and enjoy all she has to offer. Is she going to be the only one naked this evening, we've never been known to "swing," before. What is it that I have planned. After a few moments of this silence, I ask how the meal prep is going, and she lets me know that it should be ready on time or a little early. "Good girl." I decide that I have let her "stew" (yes a pun I just couldn't pass up) enough with worry and questions for the evening. "Just so you know tonight me and my friends are going to begin training their girls, the two girls just don't know it yet. Tonight you are going to be the role model that these girls will be following. They are going to look to you for strength, as this is all going to be new for them. I need you on your best behavior; I am confident that you will make me proud. Based on all that I know so far I am confident that their girls will submit, but it will be difficult for them at first. You remember your first time submitting to me, don't you?"

"Yes Master it was very strange, and I felt so much like I was being a traitor to girls everywhere. All those years of feminist society telling me to resist male authority and that girls should never submit and obey a man. It felt so risky but I am so glad I chose to submit, thank you Master."

"You're welcome my cherished pet, tonight be a good example and do what you can to encourage them on the start of this journey they are being called to take. They should be here very soon, so if you don't have any questions, why don't you go finish the meal prep. Stay in the kitchen until I call you."

"Yes Sir," she says and kisses my hand and then crawls from the room, once she is around the corner and out of my sight I hear her stand and hurrying to the kitchen. As she leaves, I look around the room and ensure that everything is ready for the nights events. I decide at the last minute to move the coffee table normally in the center of the room, over to a wall more out of the way.

Almost as if on cue, just moments later the doorbell rings. I greet my friends and their girls, the girls who behave and appear very normal by today's standards, a fact that my two friends are going to try and fix tonight. Both seem very friendly, and they are loudly chatting between the two of them, hardly taking the time to greet me. James' girl is dressed in yoga pants and a light-colored trendy top and the Bill's is in jeans, a t-shirt, and jacket. Neither are dressed overly masculine; but neither of them appears very feminine either.

I quickly usher them inside from the chill and light rain of a storm brewing outside. As we enter the house Bill introduces his girl Ashley, and James introduces his girl Mary. Ashley is a blond girl, about five foot six inches tall, toned but not muscular, with tits a bit large for her frame. Mary is a bit shorter at five foot four inches with curly red hair and tits equally large as her friend's. The guys had certainly found some insanely good looking girls, now just to "sand off the rough spots" as they say. As the door closes and I habitually swing the deadbolt locked, Bill asks a preloaded question we had already planned, "are there any house rules that you would like us to observe?" A bit of me dies inside, I am glad that Bill never considered a career on the stage as his acting was horrible. The two are trying their best to conceal their grins and excitement as they already know my planned answer.

I pretend to think about my answer, as if I am weighing in my head if I should really say something that I am thinking, "Now that you mention it, there are a few rules but I would hate to impose them..."

Bill quickly pipes in, "Well by all means, we want to be good guests, whatever they are, the answer is yes."

The girls I can tell are a bit confused at the bizarre scene unfolding before them, but meaning to be good guests they nod along with their men, though some trepidation can be felt in the air.

"I appreciate that, I am glad to have such good and considerate friends," I reply. "Rule number one, Girls should be nude or in minimal coverage lingerie at all times."

As I finish the first rule the girls squirm and look at their men for direction, waiting for them to explain why their two girls won't be stripping down. Unfortunately for the girls, the men quickly apologize to me and reply that that they will remedy the problem quickly.

Ashley looks at Bill and sternly says, "I don't know what you think is going to happen but I am not taking a stitch of clothes off. Who is this guy? If any of you think that you can treat women like this, you need your head examined. Seriously Bill if this is how this guy thinks, I do not want you hanging out with him!"

Bill looks at me, and Ashley thought that he was going to cave and give in to her rude outburst, but then he took her completely by surprise. "Scott, I am so sorry for that disrespectful display, I apologize for her rudeness." Then he turned to Ashley, clearly frustrated and embarrassed but holding himself in check, though just barely. With the fury of a yell but held to just above a whisper said, "Now see here, you are making a scene with this tantrum and I will not permit it anymore. First off you will apologize to me for disrespecting and embarrassing me. Next you will apologize to Sir Scott for disrespecting him. Then you will do as you are told and strip. If you decide not to, then that is your choice, you may begin walking home now and at some point this evening I will get there as well. Your access has been removed by the way, from all the smart locks so you can wait outside until I get there. That should help cool you off. Once I arrive home we can collect your things and I will drive you to a hotel until you decide to apologize and agree to start acting like a good girl. If you are at least somewhat respectful in your defiance, I may be nice and leave you in a hotel with no roaches and mice. And yes you will be paying for all of that hotel stay yourself. Now it is your choice, what do you choose?" At this point he visibly calmed down and stepped towards her, taking her shoulders in his hands, and looking straight into her eyes, "I will say though, that I genuinely believe that what we learn this evening will prove very helpful in our relationship, and will make us a healthier, closer couple."

Ashley's countenance that was granite throughout her tirade was beginning to soften, though just barely; she had clearly never been spoken to this way by Bill. Throughout all of this Mary was looking back and forth between the showdown, her man James, and me with a look of pleading and puppy dog eyes. James however gave her a look that pretty much said, "yeah what he said."

It was time that I inserted myself into the mix, we had planned for this, and Bill knew that Ashley was going to react that way (he nailed her response and tirade almost word-for-word). It had always been the plan for me to cool the situation at this point while still retaining the command and ability to enforce the rules. Stepping forward, with hands trying to pat down the tension and emotions, I calmly break the silence, "Girls this is how it is. I own neither of you girls, I am master to neither of you, I cannot command anything of you. The men you came here with do intend to take those roles in your respective relationships and tonight will be a chance for the two of you couples to see if that will work out. I am confident that it will, based on what I have heard and the discussions that we've had. Honestly, if I did not think that this was in the best interest of your relationships, then I would not be encouraging you both to learn from and enjoy this evening. If I am wrong then at any point in the evening you may say 'Stop light' and everything will stop, and you will be free to go. Your man may or may not enforce an ultimatum as Bill has, but know that we have discussed the situation thoroughly and I have all four of your best interests at heart." I meant every word of that and I had carefully planned my sentiments beforehand.

The girls clearly blown away by the evenings events, turn and look at each other, then the three men standing before them. Ashley then surprised us all by softly answering, "I apologize for my outburst earlier, and yes sir, we will do our best." Apparently she had decided that she could answer for the two of them, Mary seemed to agree though with her countenance and when her and I made eye contact she acknowledged with her own, "yes sir."

It was the men's turn to speak and I turn as if to give the two couples more space and quickly give a challenging look only the men could see. The two of them instantly understand and with voices that exuded both dominance and a loving understanding, thank the girls and after a quick hug, again give the command to strip. I had previously explained that it was important that all commands that evening come directly from their men not me.

The girls slowly and with shaky hands began to remove their clothes. The shirts were relatively easily removed, the pants were a bit harder and slower to drop. Ashley was the first to finish removing those and she stalled a bit, covering herself with her hands and waiting for Mary to catch up. Bill and her make eye contact and she immediately understands the non-verbal cue, and she again though significantly shakier, begins to undress. Her bra was a challenge for her and in fact Mary did catch up at this point. James steps forward and says, "Girls we can tell you are nervous and you are having troubles, why don't you help each other with your bras? Mary turn around and Ashley please assist her, when you finish you can turn around and Mary will assist you." The girls nod and Mary turns her back to Ashley, clutching her arms to her chest to keep her bra in place for as long as possible. Now it was her turn to unhook Ashley's bra, and they both were clutching at least one arm to their chests. As comical as it was watching them struggle, they were wasting time, and we needed to move on. Bill finally spoke up, "Girls, it is time to let the bras drop. I am going to count down from three, when I get to zero raise your hands to the ceiling and just let them fall. Three. Two. One. Zero!" On his mark they both shakily raised their arms as instructed, both had their eyes closed and their heads dropped. "Good girls!" Bill encouraged. The act must have given them some odd encouragement as they much more quickly resumed removing their panties. When they were nearly naked, James asked me if there are any other rules?

I replied, "Well normally rule two is that all girls should always be collared and also leashed at appropriate times."

The girls expecting a free pass on this one were shocked when my two friends pulled simple half-inch leather band collars clearly designed for humans and not pets out of their sport coat interior pockets, "Like these," James asked?"

"Perfect." This was also a preplanned symbol to let the girls know that this evening is more planned than they first thought, for better or worse for them. As the girls are just finishing folding their clothes, their men walk behind them and ask them to gather their hair out of the way. "Gentlemen, if I may. Girls drop to your knees. Good girls. Now hands behind your head and pull your elbows back straight. Ashley, arms back a little more, really push your chest out. Now collect your hair in your hands like you were going to put it in a ponytail. Pull that away from your neck. Lastly spread your knees nice and wide." They were both pink and rosy faced before I asked them to kneel, but the further the instructions went the more they blushed. The last request to spread their knees, made their faces redder than the deepest red rose given on Valentine's Day. "Ladies this is called Collaring position, remember it, there will likely be a test later. Gents, that is much easier when you get them to work with you, as opposed to just having them stand there wondering what you are doing." Just like that the two girls are quickly collared. Ashley gave a little shiver as the leather wrapped around her neck and it was fastened snuggly.

"Anything else?" Bill asks.

"Last one for now," I said, "Girls should be submissive and obedient in speech and action to their owners" giving Ashley a knowing look. "So you are both aware, my slave-wife is in the kitchen making us all dinner right now. Very soon we will all be together in the dining room, from that point forward just look to my wife for an example of what to do or say. Got it?"

"Yeah," Ashley said in a somewhat broken, slow tone.

"When asked a question you should always answer properly. When answering a man, other than your master, you should always address him as sir. If you know his name and there are multiple men around then it would be Sir

, in my case Sir Scott. You should call each of your men Master for tonight at least, after that it is up to them and you. Let's try that again, do you understand to follow my wife's example?"

"Yes Sir Scott." They both replied in near unison.

"Very good girls! You are both learning and adapting so quickly." As I encouraged them they both raised their heads a bit and Mary even started to involuntarily grin a bit. It was subtle but I could see it starting to grow. Interesting, I think there might be some history here for her. If nothing else she's read some stories.

I started to turn to walk down the hallway, when James asks, "Should we leash them as well?"

"Yes if you brought leashes then now would be a good time to put them on," they both pulled out short leashes as quickly as I finished my statement (they were very excited about this part). The next thing I hear are the two clicks of the leashes being attached.

"Should they crawl? What do you have your wife do?" Bill asks.

"It is not required by my rules that they crawl, but yes I do require my girl to crawl beside me unless given permission otherwise. I would add that in order to prevent knee damage have some protection for their knees if you are requiring this other places, especially outside. Short stints aren't bad, even if uncomfortable or briefly painful but anything extended can lead to long term problems. If you notice as we move through my house the overwhelming majority of the floors are carpeted or covered with throw rugs. This is intentional."

"Got it!" Bill says. "Ashley you will crawl tonight."

A quiet, "Yes Master," was heard emerging from Ashley.

I am impressed things were starting to shape up, for her.

James quickly adds, "Mary you should also crawl this evening, unless I tell you otherwise."

Mary a bit more boldly replies, "Yes Master."

I notice that her head is now raised straight ahead but her eyes remain focused somewhere in front of her. This girl is clearly not new at this, she has at least read and fantasized about this.

The five of us proceed down the hall nearing the living room, three walking and two crawling, I look back to check on how the girls are managing. They are certainly still getting used to the leashes in front of them, but I notice again the glint of a smile on Ashley's face, still just barely there almost hidden. Could it be the girl made of stone resolve is enjoying being put in her place? Apparently it is more true than I thought, that all girls like to be taken-in-hand by a strong, good man. She just needed him to prove himself and already she is starting to melt. We'll see how wet that melting iceberg is later.

Mary on the other hand must have some experience, or have looked into submission more than I thought before because she is crawling like she knows what to do, definitely still a novice and a bit unsteady at times but she knows what is expected. Her head is up, and her eyes are cast down in front of her, somehow she has her hair pulled straight on her back and not blocking our view of anything. Her tits are large but firm and there is a little sway as she crawls, her nipples are rock hard and she is very clearly excited.