Once again, I woke up early; this morning I enjoyed being spooned by Jenny. It was Monday, I remembered, and both Rosie and I had to go to work in the morning, while Jenny had her week of night shifts. I could see the digital clock on the nightstand; I had half an hour for myself until Jen's phone would wake us up. The girls were lying behind me, so I couldn't watch them, and I would wake Jen up if I turned over. I just stayed put, thinking about the weekend, we'd just had. All the friends I had made, and all the sex I had had. It came to me that I was grounded, but except for when I was held with my face buried in Rosie's shiny crotch, I hadn't missed sex at all yesterday. Just being with the girls was enough for me to feel satisfied. After all, I had had a lot of sex both Friday and especially Saturday. But tonight after ten, I was allowed sex again, and Rosie had given a hint about how she would like to fuck me in my own bed.
I felt calm and well-rested. I enjoyed the sound of breathing from the two girlfriends behind me. I couldn't sneak out of bed, because Jenny had her arm around me, cupping my right breast. I needed to pee, but I could wait until her phone sounded.
I thought about my fantasies. I had browsed quite a lot on the web, and almost everything I had seen, was more or less a turn-on for me. Most of the things had in common that the person, with whom I identified myself, was helpless in some way, either bound, cuffed, or chained. I hadn't tried that yet, except when I was not allowed to move or when I was in the mental cuffs. I was still impressed that Rosie could keep her arms out like they were bound, while she received so hard slaps directly on her pussy. I promised myself that I would be brave in such situations, well knowing that if Jenny wanted me to fail, she could easily do that. But why should she let me fail? I was more convinced that she would challenge me without letting me fail, just to let me build up some courage and self-esteem.
Some of my other fantasies were more focused on things; I had enjoyed wearing my thongs, knowing that no one could tell that I was wearing sexy underwear. I loved the sight of those shiny leggings, Rosie had, and they were wonderful to the touch too. When would I be brave enough to wear such lovely clothes? I had seen similar things on the web, and latex clothing too. They looked all so wonderful, but I was sure that I wouldn't dare to wear such things on my own initiative. Secretly, I was hoping that Jen and Rosie would force me in some way, and make me wear some kinky stuff at home. It would be ok to wear it when two evil women are forcing you to do it.
Then the alarm buzzed, and Jenny leaned over to stop it. She grabbed my tit again, kissed my neck, and wished me a good morning.
"Good morning, Jenny!"
I had learned that in the first minutes of the day, she was usually Jenny by default.
Rosie moved herself on top of Jen for a morning hug, and after that, she continued and laid on top of me for a hug and a kiss. What was not to like? My lonely mornings seemed far away - like last century, though it was exactly a week ago, I woke up alone to a week that would be so special to me. I had noticed that Rosie moved very carefully, and I remembered that she had been caned the day before. I saw the two red welts on her breasts, and couldn't help asking:
"Do they hurt?"
"Only when I am laughing. No, it is not that bad, as long as I don't have them pinched or scrape them against a sharp edge somewhere. I can feel that the skin is a bit tight and sensitive, but that's all. It could be a lot worse."
"She has had them completely covered with welts and bruises a few times. She could handle that, but we had to skip swimming a week or two."
Jenny smiled at Rosie and leaned over for a kiss.
"I need to pee," Rosie said, "can we go, both of us?"
Jenny smiled:
"Sure you can. But wait a minute - two days have passed. Remember our two-day rule of rules? We need to hear what Ann has to say."
I hadn't even thought about my right of veto, and I couldn't make myself say in clear words that I would like to continue cleaning them after they had peed, so I just grabbed Rosie's hand and pulled her out of the bed and to the bathroom.
As I knelt in front of Rosie on the toilet, she made me stand on my knees and gave me a tight hug.
"You know, this means a lot to me. I know that it is my funny kink, but it is fantastic to share it with you. I hope you mean it and don't do it against your nature. You can discuss it anytime, you know."
"No, it is fine. I did it Saturday out of fascination, curiosity, and politeness, but after my talk about it with Bimbo, my view has changed, and I'd be glad if I could have it as a rule. It is not that gross when I think about it, and I feel very submissive doing it. It is as good as the kink itself."
"It wasn't easy to convince Jen that I wanted it as a rule. Though she was an experienced Domme, when we met, she hadn't been there before. I think I had to pester her for a month or two before she gave in. And now, she wouldn't miss it for the world. The same goes for rimming."
"The thing in the - backdoor?"
"Yes. Now kneel and do your job."
I did, and we swapped places.
I heard Jenny start the coffeemaker, and soon she came into the bathroom. We were washing hands, and said, almost simultaneously:
"We are ready for you, Mistress."
She looked from me to Rosie and back again a few times.
"Decisions, decisions, decisions. You can choose which one of you..."
I let Rosie - after all, it was mostly her kink. I knew I'd go next time.
In the shower, Rosie gave a funny sound, when the warm water hit her. I guess her red stripes were tender and sensitive. I wanted stripes too. I was careful not to touch her much, and I used my hands instead of the sponge over her welts.
After our short shower, Rosie took a tube of some creme or ointment from a shelf and rubbed it into her nipples. Then she did me and rubbed the last from her fingers into Jenny's.
"To prevent dry skin. You know, sometimes Jenny is rougher to your nipples than breastfeeding would be, so we need to keep our nipples soft and yummy."
It was new to me - she hadn't done it Saturday or Sunday.
"Weekdays only, it has got an awful taste, but no one is going to suck your nipples right now, and in the afternoon, it is all gone."
I giggled:
"Aah, like the stuff you smear on your fingernails to keep away from biting them?"
She flicked my nose with her index finger:
"Not so cheeky in the morning, please."
As we were eating breakfast and discussing the day, I asked Rosie what she did for a living. She looked at me:
"Hasn't Jenny told you?"
"No, we have been busy preparing a surprise for someone we like. I have wanted to ask all weekend, but every time you open your mouth in this house, someone kisses it."
Jenny gave me a wink:
"That's because you haven't been introduced to ball gags yet."
Rosie gave me a short introduction to her trade: She was a seamstress, working for a small company that mostly made costumes and such for theatres and movie productions. As the youngest employee, she was introduced to the work on a film set, where they had a lot of last-minute changes and general repairs. That's where she'd been the last month. If she hadn't, I would not have been sitting here at the table, naked.
"I am mostly working in the shop, but it was nice to be out there where things happen. We do a lot of repairs and altering for ordinary customers too. I have learned a lot there. We do some design too. It is like a dream coming true - I have always loved clothes. By the way - tonight I need some measurements from you."
"From me?"
"Perhaps you'll need me to alter a shirt or a dress, then it is useful to have your measurements. But I might measure you again in a couple of months, now you have joined the gym. Your puppy fat won't last long."
She reached out and pinched the little fat I was still carrying around my waist.
"With the help from you two and Bitch, it'll be gone by fall."
"That's a deal! You'll be wearing a corset on the pride parade!"
I felt a bit light-headed.
