Everyday Amy Michelle has lunch with Elizabeth Ann, her best friend and sex slave. Each day they choose a different restaurant for lunch from among the eight or nine they regularly go to. That way they don't go to the same restaurant more than once a week. Every now and then they give themselves a little treat; they splurge and go to a totally different place to eat. That's what they're doing today.
Normally Beth is happy to have lunch with her Mistress, especially when they dine at a new restaurant. But today she is depressed even though they are at a new diner; a little deli Amy found just three blocks from where they work. She has some bad news she has to give to Amy.
She can no longer continue to be her sex slave on weekends and Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. She has to quit her part time job, drop out of college and move back in with her mother who lives several hundred miles away. She is at a loss as to how to break the bad news to her lover.
This Thursday afternoon all during lunch she is quiet and detached. She tries to hide her despair but is unsuccessful. When the Domme asks her submissive what the problem is Beth at first tries to avoid telling her friend and lover of the predicament she is in.
"Beth, I know something is bothering you. Why don't you tell me what it is? Maybe I can help you with it."
"Oh Mistress Amy," she sighs in torment, looking down and shaking her head. She is hesitant to tell her Mistress about her dilemma.
"Look, if you don't tell me," she whispers, "I'm going to turn you over my knee and spank your ass right here in the deli in front of everyone. Then if that doesn't work, after work I'll bring you to my house and sexually torture you until you do tell me what's bothering you. You know I will." Amy's threat isn't serious. She's just trying to cheer her despondent submissive up. She knows that Beth enjoys getting both spanked and sexually tortured.
Beth looks at her Dominatrix and starts crying. "I can't be your sex slave any longer Mistress Amy. I have to quit my job and move back in with my mother."
"Why?" Amy asks in disbelief, "I thought you enjoyed having sex with me and Richard? Don't you want to become a member of Slaves And Masters Sex Spa?" she continues to whisper. "Your apprenticeship there is almost up. You've only got . . . what is it . . . six more weeks to go and I know the members are going to vote you in. They all love you."
"Yes Mistress I love having sex with you and Master Richard, especially when the two of you beat me and sexually torture me. And yes I want to become a member of SAMS. But I have a new landlord who is raising my rent."
Amy looks across the table at the distressed young woman. She makes a mental note to later punish her submissive for the insolent remark about spanking and sexual torture. She knows that Beth only made the statement in order to show her Domme that her previous threat was moot, that she will endure the exquisite pain with joy until she reaches a breaking point. Only then would she 'give in,' her subjugation acting as a safe word.
"How much is your rent going up?"
"It's going up almost half as much what it is now Mistress. The new landlord knocked on my door and gave me the notice Monday evening. He said that he will come around next month to have me sign a new lease. He also said that if I didn't want to pay the increased rent he would understand and refund all my deposit. I didn't say anything Tuesday or Wednesday when I slept over at your house Mistress because I was thinking that maybe my grant at college could cover . . ."
"When is your lease up?" Amy cuts her off.
"Next month, but it's not just that Mistress Amy. I checked my e-mail this morning using the computer in the employee lounge. My grant at college has also been canceled. I can't get another one Mistress and without it and my rent going up, I don't make enough at the medical supply company to pay all my bills."
She puts her face in her hands and begins to cry again. Then through her tears, "I have to move in with my mother who lives over 300 miles away until I can get some more money. Oh Mistress Amy! I'm so sorry."
"How much was your grant?"
"It paid for all my tuition and books plus it covered about half of my living expenses. I don't want to leave you and Master Richard. I love you both so much. Why is this happening to me Mistress Amy?"
Amy ignores the question. She and Richard have been trying to figure a way to induce Beth to quit her job at the medical supply company and come live with them as their full time sex slave and sex maid. Now seemed like an opportune time to put her on that track. "Darling, you don't have to move away."
Beth looks up bewildered.
"You can come live with me and Richard. The three of us have talked about this several times already . . . or don't you remember? Don't you intend to move in with us after you get your degree in paleontology anyway?"
"That's just the point Mistress Amy. I'm not going to be able to finish. The funds aren't there."
"Beth you're not looking at the big picture. You're just moving in a little early . . . so what! Everything is going just as the three of us planned. You're moving in a little early that's all."
Beth looks at her Mistress questioningly. "Besides the dungeon Mistress, I know you have six other bedrooms that you never use except for your guests. But which one would I use Mistress? I wouldn't want to take one of the rooms you use for your sex parties?"
"Beth when you're sleeping over at my house, where do you almost always sleep? Except when you're having sex with someone else in the bedroom that adjoins mine, where do you always sleep when you visit us?"
"With you and Master Richard," she demurely answers her Domme.
"So, what's your problem? Do you honestly believe that I'm going to allow my sex slave to sleep in any other bed except mine?" Now it is Amy who has the demure smile.
"But what about my furniture? What do I do with it?"
"You forget darling, I've been to your apartment. Except for your computer and wide screen television the rest of it is second-hand goods. We could give it to the poor and put your television in the dungeon. We need one there anyway. As for your computer, we could put it in the bedroom that adjoins mine. We'll just have to get you another, nicer desk for it that's all."
A ray of hope begins to rise in Beth's heart. She wipes the tears from her eyes with a paper napkin.
