Part of The 5 Hole Couple series. Probably best read in order but are all stand alone pieces.
We were sat around the kitchen table with cups of tea not sure what to do with ourselves when the front door opened. My Master doesn't ever knock, in fact, he has a key and strides in like he owns the place. I doubt the neighbors have ever noticed but I dread the day one of them asks me about him. I guess I could say he's an uncle or other brother? I mean, who has a key to your house and doesn't even knock, maybe other than the cleaner?
We're sitting at the table with tea killing time because we didn't know what his plans were for today. All that his message said was that if possible we should both take this afternoon off work and be at home because "Hubby needs to learn some humility". I've no idea what that meant and my husband seemed delighted and terrified by the phrase.
We're a very average middle-class couple with good jobs, no kids, and a decent social life. What most of my friends don't know about (though a few do and are equally horrified and fascinated about) is that I have been a submissive slut collared by her Master for over three years now, and for the last year or so my husband has joined me in submitting, earning him the various titles of Cuck Boy, Cuckling, Subby Hubby and a few other choice words.
At first, I wasn't that into seeing him submit, I liked having multiple dominant men in my life, but recently I've grown to love it. It took a while, but just recently he's graduated from being made to suck cock (and disliking it) to bring fucked up his arse (and secretly loving it). What this means for him this afternoon I've no idea, but he's squirming in his seat right now.
The door closes and it sounds like there is somebody with Sir. Something about the hushed tones and scuffling noises makes me realize that Sir is up to something.
The kitchen door is opened by a woman I've never seen before in my life. She's mid to late 20s, with black hair tied back in a severe ponytail, a very attractive curvy figure but with visible abs, and dressed in clothes that look like gymwear but you see council estate mums wearing in Sainsburies. Yes, I am a bit of a snob. She comes in and just as I'm standing to ask who she is, my Master comes in behind her.
"Hello you two, glad you could take the time off, though you don't seem to have dressed for the occasion."
Often Masters' instructions come with what we should be wearing.
He loves playing up that I look like a good little demure office worker (because I am), and for our last adventure, he'd specified that Hubs was naked, caged, and wearing a matching buttplug to mine. This message has nothing, so were dressed as we were this morning, for work.
Before either of us can say anything, he continues.
"This is Miss Kelly. We've known each other for a few years and we've played together occasionally. She's the perfect choice to help you both learn this afternoon."
We're sitting, not saying anything and I can see Hubby is about to open his mouth when Kelly pipes up.
"I'm going to have a nosey about and see what this lots gaff is like. Back in a mo." And then she's off out the door and I hear her going up the stairs. We've no idea who this woman is and she's off to poke about in our house. I stand and catch Masters's eye, about to protest. He cuts me off before I even start.
"Now then Toy, I know I didn't give you any instructions but all the same, let's get you sorted. Out of all that," he gestures at my full length, "and down here on your knees please. Chop chop!"
He's like this when he has a plan, almost military, certainly upperclass. I think he's a lawyer or something big in business. He has a commanding and cock sure tone.
When I dressed this morning I chose carefully. I knew that He was coming, but I didn't know what was planned. I didn't want to overdress and be humiliated for it (well, I kind of did, but I didn't want anything expensive to get damaged when it was cut off me or something like that) but I also didn't want to underdress and get accused of not trying. So I just dressed for work normally and hoped I got it about right.
Not that it matters now, it's all sitting in a heap on my chair and I'm kneeling on my kitchen floor at his feet, having my hair stroked.
"Ah tea, excellent." He says picking up my mug and sipping from it, whilst the three of us wait in silence listening to Miss Kelly rummaging around in the house. It goes on for an age and all through it nobody says anything until she reappears.
"Nice spot, lucky folks," She opens with. "The weights bench in the home gym looks like a good play to tie them up and whip them doesn't it?"
Sir nods but doesn't say anything.
"Oh, and I found all the sex toys, took no time at all. You two obviously don't have any kids, I have to hide mine in a locked drawer."
"A drawer?" Master can't keep the smirk out of his voice.
"Yeah yeah, a cupboard, I know, I've got a few. It's not like we can all have our own dedicated dungeons, can we?" She cocks an eyebrow and a hip, being more cheeky than I'd ever dare.
We don't have a dungeon, and we've never been to masters house, so I guess he must, and Miss Kelly has been there, or at least heard about it. I can feel the jealousy rising in me.
It's then I notice she's holding two of my kettlebells, the 2kg ones. She puts them on the table, along with two pairs of cuffs and lengths of rope from our toy chest.
"Right you two, time to get started." Sir puts his tea down and stops stroking my hair.
"Get yourself to either end of this table," he wraps on it with his knuckles, "and you, Cuck Boy, drop those trousers and knickers. Come on come on".
Hubby is wearing a regular work suit and blushes immediately. Shuffling round to the end of the table he undoes his belt and lets the trousers fall, then pushes down his very utilitarian boxers. I've stood and moved to the end of the table already and Miss Kelly is fastening the cuffs around my wrists, having already attached a length of rope. They'd obviously planned this in advance and I can't help thinking about them talking about us.
