Suddenly ravenous, I finished my pasta and licked the bowl. Strong hands pulled me up from behind and lifted me off the floor. Master had moved his chair to the corner beside me and now pulled me into his lap.
"Good job, Danielle. You have done everything we've asked of you tonight and we've pushed you hard. I am confident that the three of us can be very happy together."
Mistress handed him a damp cloth and he began to wipe my face clean.
"I believe Vanessa told you that we've read your journals. We might be sadists, but we truly don't want to push you in ways you haven't already revealed an interest in exploring. What are your thoughts? Are you ready to sign an employment contract? Could you be happy here?"
I stared into his hazel eyes, trying to read my future in them. The entire evening had felt like my wildest erotic dreams on steroids. It also represented a once in a lifetime adventure and the answer to my financial woes. My answer was as easy as falling out of bed.
"Yes Sir. I'm ready."
Master's smile was wide and it warmed my heart. He gently set me back on the floor and pushed his chair back to the table. Mistress retrieved my leash but this time we walked together towards their bedroom. Across the hall from their door Master opened another door. The bedroom beyond was much smaller than their suite but still nicer than any room I'd ever had.
"This will be your room, Pet. Right across the hall from ours and convenient for the times we'll need your services during the night. Get some sleep because tomorrow will be a full day. Vanessa will take you into town to retrieve anything you need from your apartment. She'll also likely take you shopping for the things that you'll need for your new life here."
Master kissed me on the top of the head and Mistress patted my bottom, closing the door behind her as they left. I prowled around for a few minutes inspecting my new living quarters. The bathroom was good sized and stocked with expensive soaps, shampoos, and toiletries. The dresser drawers were empty but I assumed that Mistress would help me fill them tomorrow. For now the bed was calling and I slipped between cool crisp sheets. Sighing contentedly, I closed my eyes and fell asleep instantly.
Bright sunshine was already streaming through the sheer curtains when my bedroom door was thrown open. Mistress laughed when she saw me sit up blinking and disoriented. Her failure to knock reminded me of my standing in this home. Servant, pet, plaything. It gave me a little shiver and I felt my nipples harden in response.
"Rise and shine, Danielle. We have much to accomplish today so please get dressed. I've brought the dress you wore last night. No clean under things, so you'll just have to go without until we get you more. I know you don't know your way around the house yet, so I'll wait while you get ready."
Bright daylight made the events of last night seem surreal and I performed my morning ablutions self consciously, hyper aware of her gaze following me. The dress that had seemed elegant last night now felt tawdry. The heels were wildly inappropriate and uncomfortable without stockings. At least Mistress unbuckled the collar and left it on my bedside table.
"Don't worry, Pet. Our first stop will be your apartment and you can change into something more appropriate. Before we leave though, your employment contract is in Charles' study. You need to look it over and sign it."
We walked through the house quickly and this time I paid close attention, trying to learn my way around. The contract was two pages long and quite specific, including a safe word for my protection. There was nothing there that we hadn't discussed and I signed it quickly. The 90 day probationary period was in bold print and I felt a renewed determination to succeed. Surely there wasn't anything they could throw at me that I couldn't endure. So far the worst things they'd done to me had left my pussy wet and wanting.
Two men in work clothes met us at my apartment and Mistress and I walked through quickly, making decisions about what I wanted to keep. Most of my clothes were deemed inappropriate for my new life and I wasn't allowed to change out of my dress. Looking around me I realized that there wasn't anything I cared about very much. Mistress told me they'd already ordered a new computer for me and one of the men set to work copying my hard drive. I gathered my toiletries and a few personal items while the men began to pack everything else into boxes.
"We'll store the rest of your belongings, Danielle. If our arrangement isn't satisfactory for all parties, everything will be returned to you. Does that sound agreeable to you?"
Unsure of the protocol in public, I replied "yes Ma'am".
It must have been the right answer because Mistress smiled and held out her hand.
"Hank, Aaron, please let Mr. Standish know if you run into any problems. We have much more to do today."
I placed my hand in hers and Mistress pulled me out the door. I didn't look back. The next few hours were a blur. I had never shopped for clothes without first heading for the clearance rack. Mistress never once looked at a price tag in any of the high end clothing stores we visited. She also insisted on being in the dressing rooms with me and I wondered what the sales clerks thought.
I tried on fancy dresses for parties, slutty dresses for occasions I could only guess at, and a few basic outfits for the days when I would run her errands. We stopped at an eclectic little boutique where Mistress bought me a maid costume. It teetered on the line between respectable and fetish wear and I felt quite sexy in it. I also got new panties, bras, and stockings, as well as socks, running shoes, and workout clothes.
"We have a home gym and you will work out with me. Master does not tolerate women who are not physically fit. Occasionally we might jog in the neighborhood, hence the workout clothes. At home, there is no reason to dress for exercising."
I blushed at the reminder that I was property. Shopping was such a normal activity that it had been easy to forget who I'd become. I was finally allowed to change out of the dress I'd worn before. Mistress handed me a simple dress and flat sandals and watched me dress. My new panties stayed in the shopping bag and I knew better than to ask for a pair.
"Good girl. Feeling your naked thighs rub together will keep you in exactly the right frame of mind."
My new wardrobe was stowed in the back of the Lincoln and Joel dropped us off at a gourmet market I'd never even heard of. Mistress informed me that we'd be cooking dinner for Master tonight and I pushed a grocery cart through the store while she selected supplies.
"What kinds of foods do you like, Danielle?'
Suddenly bashful again, I thought about all the ways I'd found to eat cheaply. Burger helpers, Ramen, lunch meat sandwiches on day old bread. None of it was anything I wanted to share with Mistress.
"Speak up, Pet. When I ask a question, I expect an answer."
Stammering, I replied that I liked most Italian and Mexican food, but that I wasn't very fond of vegetables. Mistress wasted no time on her response.
"Charles and I eat healthy and so will you. Do you have any food allergies?"
"No, Ma'am" I replied quickly.
"Good. You will eat what we put before you."
Feeling that telltale jolt between my legs, I murmured acquiescence and trailed along behind her as she shopped. Steaks were ordered from the butcher and fresh fish selected as well. Mistress gave me pointers as we shopped, teaching me how to pick the freshest fruits and vegetables. Next door for a couple of bottles of wine and we walked out the door laden with purchases. Joel was waiting to put them in the trunk of the Lincoln and we headed home.
Putting the groceries away was our first order of business and Mistress gave me a cook's tour of the kitchen. It was obvious that the kitchen was as well used as it was luxuriously appointed. We were to have salmon for dinner, with salad and risotto. I wasn't even 100% sure what risotto was but I didn't have time to wonder. Mistress took out a blender and whipped up shakes with protein powder, carrots, and beets. They tasted awful but she assured me that it was the only lunch I'd be getting. I drank every drop, rinsed our glasses and put them in the dishwasher.
"Hand wash the blender, Pet. Then we'll put your new clothes away and get in our workout."
Joel had deposited the shopping bags on my bed and Mistress sat in the easy chair and supervised my efforts. I hung the dresses and folded the everyday wear at her direction. Panties, bras, and stockings went in the drawers and I placed the workout clothes on the bed, intending to put them on.
"Oh no, Pet. Those are just for the days when we go jogging. Take off your dress and let's get going."
A bit unnerved, I pulled the dress slowly over my head as she watched. Feeling more naked than I had last night I ventured a question.
"Aren't there people here today?"
I knew that Joel was still around, and I wondered about the two men who were ostensibly still packing my belongings. A house this size had to have a fair number of people taking care of it. What would they think if they saw me naked?
"Pet, the only other servants here know about our lifestyle. I've already told you that you will be naked for most of your time here. Is that suddenly a problem for you?"
Her tone was brisk and I answered quickly.
