"Come on in, Steve just finished setting the table." Jessica swept us through the foyer of her home toward a spacious kitchen-dining room where her husband was putting the finishing touches on dinner.
"This is unbelievable," my wife marvelled. "We saw you when? Last week at our place I think. Has it only been a week? So much has happened since that night you stayed over." She grinned and hugged her friend and fellow FLR conspirator.
"Ah yes, that fateful night when things took a dramatic turn for the better," Jessica replied. "Come sit with me in the living room. Dinner is almost ready." We detoured to the living room as she yelled toward the kitchen. "Steve, bring us some drinks please. I'll have my usual and I think you like gin martinis, right?"
"Sure, gin is fine. Is that really your husband in there making dinner and fixing drinks? Have you had Steve kidnapped and found a replacement already? Seriously, how has he become so domesticated?"
"Well, please ... sit and make yourself comfortable, I'd like to share with you." My wife made herself comfortable on the sofa. I stood next to her, leaning my weight against the arm of the sofa. I knew Jessica's offer to get comfortable did not include subs. I had made that mistake once, before the 'no sitting with women in the room unless invited' rule had to be reinforced. I couldn't sit for a couple of days.
Before Jessica had a chance to share how things had evolved from that "fateful night", Steve walked in from the kitchen carrying two cocktails on a little tray. He was dressed in a short apron with a little frill, tied in the back. And he had a dog collar buckled around his neck. Nothing else. Blushing, he bent forward to deposit the drinks on a side table close to where my wife was sitting. She took the opportunity to run her hand up the back of his thigh and squeeze a handful of ass.
Remarkably, instead of cringing and tucking in, Steve paused and pushed his butt out.
"Hmm, nice and tight. Been working out Steve," she asked? Seems like that ass is firmer than the last time I spanked it." She smiled at Jessica and continued stroking Steve. Her hand glided along the firm muscle, appraising.
"Yes Ma'am, every day. Miss Jessica likes me toned," Steve replied without his usual sarcasm. He arched his back and stood awkwardly in his little apron with his ass jutting out while my wife's hand reached under the front of the apron.
"What's this? It seems you are enjoying your role Steve. That's quite a boner for a cocktail waitress," she chuckled. Steve froze, unsure about how he should react, but probably recalling my wife's displeasure the last time he had responded in a less than respectful manner. He caught Jessica's eye and she give him a go-ahead nod. Steve closed his eyes, said nothing and gave in to my wife's hand.
"Come closer Steve. What does that tag on your collar say?" Steve bent closer. "Property of Jessica". Perfect. Because that's what you are now, aren't you? Property, owned by a woman. Turn around sub." He looked worried but he obeyed.
"SMACK!"
Steve yelped, but waited bent over for the next smack. "Just a reminder. You remember what happens to disrespectful subs, don't you Steve? Answer!"
"Yes Ma'am I do. Can I get you anything else Ma'am?"
"Not now. I'll let you know. Go stand by Jessica."
The subs stood by their respective females. One clothed in jeans and a T-shirt, the other in a short maids apron that was tenting badly as a consequence of my wife's handiwork.
"Jessica, do you think Steve could use some help with serving dinner?" My wife offered.
"Well, I'm afraid Steve only has one apron. It would look weird if Randy is fully dressed and Steve is pretty much naked wouldn't it?"
"We'll make do. Randy take your clothes off. We don't want Steve to be the only sub on display, do we." It wasn't really a question. She wasn't expecting an answer. I stripped while they waited.
Still watching me strip, Jessica played idly with Steve under his apron, making sure his erection thrived while I was in the process of exhibiting as close as I could get to one. My wife's expectations of Steve had hardened my cock too, but there was nowhere for it to go. I stood naked and as hard as I could get, wishing for the hundredth time that I had waited to be milked instead of satisfying my craving a week ago.
"So, he's been locked for a week huh? How'd that go?" Jessica had removed Steve's apron entirely and was slowly edging him while she spoke. Steve looked like he could cum anytime but of course he wasn't allowed without permission. That would be a punishment-meriting offence, and Steve's ass had probably not forgotten the last time my wife had had to discipline him.
"Randy was a real trooper," she replied. "Despite daily edging and random teasing through the week he endured it all with barely a whimper. Well, lots of whimpering actually, but no begging after the first couple of days," she laughed.
"So is this the big day? Does the cage finally come off this evening?" Jessica wanted to know. Steve was beginning to grunt and one thigh muscle was twitching. His need was creating unbearable pressure inside my cock cage.
"I guess that depends on him," my wife replied. "Let's see how attentive he can be during dinner, then we'll see if he deserves some freedom." She looked at Steve, fighting to remain obedient.
"Do you think Steve can stop shaking long enough to serve dinner?" Steve's muscles were working up to an ejaculation. His abs flexed in and out, clearly on the edge of releasing a load of cum right onto the living room rug.
"No Steve!" Jessica ordered. "Do you want another spanking? I will let you cum when you have shown me that you deserve a reward. Go serve dinner and take Randy with you. We will be in shortly." They watched us pad across the room into the kitchen-dining area.
"What a sight," my wife commented. "Look at those two bare assed man-whores scurrying to get us dinner. Did you ever think things would turn out this way?"
"I never thought Steve would become so compliant. That spanking you gave him set him on a new track. I guess I wasn't nearly as demanding as he needed. But I'm still having to turn myself into a psycho Domme to gain his respect. How do you handle Randy when he becomes too needy?
"He's always needy. I keep him that way on purpose. I think you mean too demanding. Well, first Steve has to understand that he doesn't run the show. It's not his sub-fantasy that you and he are acting out. As you mentioned last week, it's your Domme reality that he needs to learn to submit to. Have you tried depriving him? Randy learns what I want very quickly if his ability to have an orgasm is at stake."
"I haven't been able to talk him around to that particular form of control yet. So much whining whenever I raise the topic. Like his orgasm is at the core of what we're doing. It's not supposed to be the most important consideration. I'm losing my patience!" Jessica fumed.
"Easy beautiful, let me have a chat with him. Maybe we can work things a little differently so that Steve learns to appreciate what he has with you. First let's have dinner. I bet your sub has prepared an impressive meal for us."
The women walked in on the naked men talking to each other in muted voices. "Trading secrets?" Jessica said. "What have you two been doing? Comparing lifestyle choices?"
Steve and I looked at the floor, unable to articulate the awkwardness we had been trying to communicate to each other. How do two stripped subs compare notes about anything? We were embarrassed to be in the same room with one another. But somehow the shame took second place, or maybe even added to the excitement. The craving to be dominated by a woman was stronger than our male egos. We admitted to each other that watching another sub being used was very erotic. Then the women came in and took control of the conversation.
The women sat. The nude men served and all was right with the world. Half way through dinner my wife signaled me to come to her.
"On your knees Randy, hands behind your back. That's right." She paused and glanced across the table at Jessica. "I often feed him by hand when I have time. He enjoys the attention and I think it makes him more dependent." She popped a piece of well-done tofu into my open mouth. "Good boy Randy. Besides, I like seeing him on his knees begging."
Steve stood semi-erect and attentive beside Jessica's chair watching me act like a dog. I could see the mixture of pity and excitement in his eyes. I guess my wife could see it too.
"On your knees sub!" She directed. Steve dropped to his knees with his hands crossed behind him. "Crawl to me," she commanded. "I want to see you beg for your dinner. If you're convincing enough I might feed you. Otherwise you go hungry tonight. Crawl over here and beg! That cock better be erect by the time you get here."
Steve crawled on his hands and knees to the demanding woman and begged. His stiffening cock confirmed his weakness for denigrating treatment.
"Please Ma'am! I don't deserve your attention. I am a worthless slut. Can I please be fed?" Jessica watched her husband crawl. She was amazed at what came out of his mouth. He had suddenly become very obedient under my wife's uncompromising direction.
"Sit up Steve. Squat on your haunches and spread your legs apart. Ask nicely. If I see your cock is erect I might consent to feed you." Steve squatted, then opened his legs and mouth expectantly.
"I said beg." I'll decide if you're convincing enough." We all waited.
"Please. May I have a bite Ma'am? I will be obedient. Please Ma'am?"
