Ann

I had slept late. I knew it. Usually, I wake up very early, but today I knew I had overslept. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know it. But did it matter? It was Sunday. My body was tired. I recalled what had happened yesterday. What a lot of firsts. First day in a gym. First - well you could call it a gang-bang. More friends. More firsts.

There used to be more girls in this bed. I was all alone. And I smelled coffee. I opened my eyes.

It was right in front of me. The coffee. A mug, held by a hand. And behind it, two smiling faces. Jen and Rosie.

"Good morning sleepyhead!"

I stretched and yawned.

"Is there coffee for me? Thanks!"

They had been up for about half an hour. The breakfast was ready. I had had other plans, like me making breakfast for them.

"Yes, but it comes with a price."

"Let me pay, whatever it is." I smiled at Jenny. "Anything!" I referred to the talk we had the previous day.

"Well, let me think about it. Until recently, the price was a morning kiss and a morning hug for both of us. As you are willing to pay more, the price will rise."

"Awww, please! can I owe you?" I was just in the mood for coffee.

"You will owe both of us! Come and say good morning!" Jenny gave the mug to Rosie, and I sat up and hugged her. I wished her a good morning, and she moved in position for a kiss. I made sure that she got all the kisses that she wanted. Perhaps I should have brushed my teeth first, but she did not leave me an opportunity to do it.

When Jenny had finished her kissing, she took the mug, and Rosie took her place. I hugged her, saying Good Morning to her too.

"The same to you, darling! And - you know - having an unpaid debt like this is like spotting a gift box on a shelf: You don't know what you'll get and when you'll get it."

"I haven't thought of it that way, but I think that you are right. But if I decline and don't drink coffee, I guess I will have to pay the price anyway? By the way, is it a price or a prize?"

"You never know in this world. And sometimes you cannot even tell them apart."

We kissed and Jenny held the mug against my nipple. It was empty but still warm.

"Here is your boob prize."

"You just drank my coffee? I've paid for it!"

"It wasn't your coffee. I have never mentioned that this cup was yours. Come and get a fresh one in the kitchen!"

She took my hand and I followed her to the kitchen. Bacon and eggs were ready and so was the bread. Everything was perfect, except that it was raining and I was grounded!

I got my own coffee, and we had a nice breakfast. We discussed the day before, and I told them again how much I appreciated their effort to let me meet their friends and make me feel comfortable on my journey into a world unknown to me. I heard a little more about their life together and got more and more convinced that this would work out fine. I couldn't contribute much in the aspect of BDSM yet but being a willing victim, I could do so many other things. I told them about a fantasy I had about being held as a slave, servicing in every aspect. Jenny had heard most of it before, but it was new to Rosie.

"That sounds tempting, but perhaps it is not the thing you want." Jenny looked skeptical.

"What do you mean?"

"I think that your fantasies are a good start, but it is perhaps not where you'll end up. We talked about it the other day. Your fantasies are triggered by the inputs you've got, combined with the mood you were in when you got them. I intend to feed you with small mouthfuls of everything on the buffet and watch you chew. Then we can decide what the main course will be. Your wish to be a service slave might as well be a first desire coming from a person without much self-esteem, and therefore wanting to give up every personal desire to be a useful person, believing that they are not that attractive. Try to google 'micro mania'."

I must have looked surprised. Rosie looked at Jenny:

"She doesn't know?"

"No, I don't think so."

"I don't know what?"

I am pretty sure that I looked quite puzzled.

"That you..." Jenny stopped when Rosie held her arm.

"We will tell you after the morning chores are done."

She took my hands and looked into my eyes.

"Believe me - it will not be unpleasant. It hasn't got anything to do with sex or BDSM. You don't have to worry. We just need time to explain it in the right way."

"You said that today was without surprises! That we could relax all day or what you used to do on Sundays."

"We can and we will. By the way - what do you usually do on Sundays?"

"Well, depends on the weather. Sometimes I read or go Netflix when it is raining. If it is not raining, I go for a walk or perhaps ride on my bicycle. Either out of town or just go shopping in the other end of town just to see something else than the usual."

Jenny had fiddled with her cell phone and interrupted:

"The rain stops soon. Why don't we go for a walk this afternoon? Where do you go?"

"It varies. Sometimes just in the neighborhood, sometimes downtown somewhere. I am fond of all the small parks and I like to have a purpose or a target. Often I go for coffee somewhere. Hey! - I know a cafe that has a great apple pie. It's on me."

"Then it is settled - we'll accept the invitation. But first, we'll have to clear the kitchen and put all the clothes from yesterday away. Slave Ann, we made the breakfast, can you serve us by doing the kitchen? You need to pay for your coffee. Then we'll fold the clothes and put the rest of Rosie's luggage away."

"Sure, Mistress! I will be glad to do that."

I smiled at them—my best friends.

We finished the breakfast and I put the food away. The dishwasher showed 'END' in the display, so I opened it to put the contents back in the drawers and the cupboards. When I came to the bottom tray and pulled it out to get to the dishes, I saw something odd. I just had to look twice, and then I went into the living room where Jen and Rosie had folded all the clothes.

"Could someone explain to me why there is a chastity belt in the dishwasher?"

"Oh, you have never seen that before?"

Jenny showed that she made fun of me with a smile and her head askew.

"It is common when you own a belt. It is the best way to clean it - you need to get rid of all the germs. Just put it on the desk in the office."

I shook my head.

"I have entered the weirdest world. There are surprises behind every corner."

"And I know what you are thinking. The answer is no - for three reasons: It is custom-made and won't fit you, it is expensive and you are by far not ready for it. It is an easy kind of chastity - you simply cannot reach your pussy. At the moment, you are in a more difficult chastity: You'll have to keep your hands away. Luckily, you are not going more than a day or two between your O's."

"And I am thankful for that, Mistress."

"When you have finished in the kitchen, we'll have the bath ready."

Our shower was a little different than yesterday. When Rosie and I had taken care of Jenny, Jen turned to me and took care of me. Rosie did her short hair in a rush and helped Jenny with my hair. I felt a little helpless, having nothing to do with my hands while they were rinsing my hair. I decided to caress their asses. Well - it wasn't a decision - my hands just went their own ways.

We toweled Jenny, and she left the bathroom while we did each other. I could hear the hair dryer, and when we emerged from the bathroom, Jenny called me into the bedroom and dried my hair too. She pointed at the chair at the vanity and I sat down. She brushed my hair and made sure that it was completely dry. The chair was facing away from the mirror, and she asked me to close my eyes. I felt a sponge and then a brush going over my face.

"You remember my make-up this Tuesday?"

"For sure. You were so beautiful!"

"It took about 20 minutes to do. Now I promise that I will use only about 4 minutes, perhaps less. I won't do much to you, just to let you know. Now, please look up."

I looked up, to the side, closed my eyes, opened them, and over again, just as she asked me to. She brushed, rubbed, and used some eyeliner and mascara. Finally, she chose a discrete red for my lips.

"Finished! Now to the living room."

I was curious. What was this all about? In the living room, Rosie had put up a lamp. It looked like a photo lamp on a tripod and all.

"It is one of my hobbies - photographing. I take some shots of the clothes I sew. Please sit there."

She had lowered the backrest of the couch. In fact, it is called a futon - you can have it as a couch or a kind of queen-sized bed. She had given it a white satin sheet and I sat on it, pulled my legs up, and followed her directions about how to sit. She turned on the lamp and gave two big white cardboard pieces to Jenny and directed her how to hold them to reflect the light to soften up shadows.

It was weird. An hour ago I was asleep, and now I was the model in a photo shoot. Naked.

"Now, smile!"

Rosie had a good camera and took a series of pics while she made me shift position a few times.

"And now some more decent pics."

She gave me the bra I had bought this Tuesday, and the thong too. Jenny helped me with the bra and after more pics, Rosie came with a white blouse.

"This is only portraits, you just need a blouse."

I was taken completely by surprise. I just followed orders, and eventually, I could compose myself as much as I could ask what it all was about.

"Some things are hard to explain but easier to show. Now watch this."

She took the memory card from the camera and stuck it into a card reader connected to the TV set. Suddenly I saw a naked girl sitting on a bed. Compared to what I had seen on the internet, it wasn't that bad.

Rosie pointed at the (my) waist.

"See, that's what is left of your puppy fat. We'll soon get rid of that in the gym. Now look here."

She scrolled through the pictures, pausing a few seconds on each. It reminded me of my lonely masturbation evenings when I was browsing such pics on the web. Finally, we reached the last photos, the portraits. Rosie stopped at a pic taken close up. I was stunned. I could see the make-up Jenny had put on, and yes, it was certainly not much. But it added some magic to the pic.

"But - but - I am beautiful!"

Rosie hugged me from behind.

"I am glad you came to that conclusion. We have known it for months."

I turned around and gave her a deep embrace. I was speechless and almost in tears. I reached out and pulled Jenny closer.

"Thank you!"

That was all I could say. We stood there for a while. I did not know what to do, my world had stopped. Rosie finally eased her out of my arms.

"Let me put this away. I thought that if we just told you, you wouldn't believe us."

I took the remote control and flipped through the pics again. Of course, there were a few shots where I looked in the wrong direction or had a weird open mouth, but in general, it was good pictures. I liked them all. The naked ones showed my lack of waist, and the ones with the bra showed that I still had a little fat on the sides where the bra straps dug in. Jenny put an arm around my waist.

"You see - after a few months in the gym, you will be perfect. We will teach you a few tricks with the make-up, but the first couple of times we hit the town, I will gladly do your face. And I know that Bimbo has volunteered too. She is probably the most skilled girl I know."

"Is it hard to learn?"

"No, but you need a lot of practice. Most girls toy around with make-up from the age of 12 or so."

"Not on farms I think."

"Perhaps not. So you are 11 years behind. There is a lot to catch up on. But don't worry - I don't think you should do it every day - just on weekends. When you feel that you are ready to wear it at work, you can do that."

"At work? Never!"

"Never say never. What are you afraid of? We need you to get used to a normal life. Gradually, your limits will weaken and before you know of it, you will feel comfortable with it. You can try less baggy clothes too, but - let's say - the fifth time you wear tight jeans at work, there is no way back and I will decide what you wear every single day."

She said that with a lot of empathy and she stroked my hair while she spoke. I felt nursed and comfortable - and submissive.

"As you please, Mistress."

"Then it is settled. Help me with the couch."

We raised the backrest and removed the sheet. Rosie had put the lamp away in the office and joined us on the couch.

"How was it - how did you describe yourself in the restaurant on our first date?"

Jenny looked at me.

"Me? I don't know - perhaps Plain Jane?"

"That's right. You know that you were wrong?"

I just sat there, almost naked, with two wonderful girls. I felt a bit uneasy. It was almost like they had done something to me, but I knew that I was about to see myself in another way. The picture was still on the TV screen, but I had to know for sure and went to the bathroom to watch myself closely in the mirror. I had never seen myself like that before. It was me, and yet it wasn't. Could I do this magic on my own? I took my toothbrush and held the back end like a pencil. Could I do my own make-up? I tried to run the end of the toothbrush handle along my lower eyelid at a safe distance from the eyeliner. I had to think the movement through and even then, I couldn't draw an imaginary line horizontally under my eye. I would have to practice a lot before I tried something that could leave a mark. I sighed, put my toothbrush back in the cup, and joined the girls after a final look at my made-up face.

"There are a lot of things I have to process. Please, no more inputs today except what you want for dinner."

The rain increased in strength. It hit the windows and made the view a blur.

"One thing I like about this house is that it is hollow." Jen pulled us closer. "What about a movie? What kind do you like, Ann?"

"It varies. I like both drama and action, sometimes a documentary. Once in a while a series on Netflix."

Jenny browsed through their list of Netflix bookmarks. It seemed that we had a lot in common regarding movies and series. Jenny chose the search option and typed LGBT. Quite a few films were listed.

"Have you ever been here?"

"No, it hasn't occurred to me that they had that kind of movies."

"It is not porn, but some of them are pretty good. They got a new one last week, and I have saved it for Rosie and me to watch. Should we watch it now?"

We agreed, and I went to the kitchen to make some more coffee. Rosie and Jenny lowered the backrest again and found a lot of pillows to lean against the wall. I found the last snacks from the day before.

The movie was fine. The main character had some issues about how she saw herself in a relationship because she hadn't fully developed her gender identity. We discussed it afterward and I got a better explanation of the LGBTQA+ world. How it had developed from the early gay and lesbian scenes and gradually included the bisexuals, the transgendered, and the transvestites. Those individuals that identify differently than those listed, are covered by the term Queer, and the asexuals are included too. And to be sure everyone is mentioned, the '+' has been added. It would have been easier to name it non-cis-heterosexuals, but again - it would probably exclude someone.

"And that's all about gender identification. It doesn't mention the kinks." Jenny said. "The BDSM term mentions B/D - D/s - S/m and all in between. When this is mentioned, the roles and status between persons can be a third aspect. Now take Bitch and Bimbo as an example. Bitch is obviously a sadist and a Domme. Bimbo is a masochist, but not a submissive. She is more like a brat, and yet not. She may be a 'little' with the role of a younger and more naive person than her partner, but not so young that they play diaper games. It is her bimbo-role that might define her as a little, and the fact that she sometimes calls Bitch 'Daddy'. She is into humiliation too, but she never goes that way voluntarily. Her thing is to be forced into the situation. So - don't try to define yourself yet. There are many adventures ahead."

During Jenny's talking, Rosie had sneaked an arm across her stomach and her hand found my breast. I did the same, toying with one of her nipple rings.

"I am a little worried, but still I am looking forward to having my ears pierced. When are we doing it?"

"I am on night shift this week. I leave about 8 or 9 in the evening. It may be any afternoon. I just need to make an appointment with the piercer."

"Does it hurt to have the nipples done?"

Rosie nodded. "Yes, but it could be worse. But it takes ages to heal. I have heard that clit piercings are the most painful, but it is the most dangerous place too. You may lose some sensitivity if the nerves are damaged."

"Oh yikes! I will not risk that!"

"And you will not have that done as long as I am your Mistress! The ears are innocent enough to do as a start. Everything else needs proper judgment. And Rosie has no say here! I found you first!"

Jenny kissed my forehead.

We sat/laid there for a while, silent, just being together. I had a lot of thinking to do. Not that I had any problems or needed to consider how far I would go. I felt safe and cared for, and I was convinced that both girls wouldn't do something that I didn't like. The problem was just to find out what I liked and what I disliked. And perhaps in a few weeks or months, my point of view would have changed significantly.

"Hey girls!" Jenny said. "Stop that. It is not polite to tease a grounded girl, Rosie."

"I don't mind - it is nice." I said and leaned my head more into Jenny. I could just turn my head and reach her nipple with my lips, which I did. Rosie did the same.

"Aww, my lovely girls." Jenny shifted a little and held us closer with her hands on the back of our heads.

I felt her nipple harden. I wasn't sure if I should go further, ending up with a lot of sex for them and nothing for me. I decided to stay at a low level, just nibbling a bit on that nice nipple and see what happened. I realized that I did not decide anything - every step had been planned or initiated by Jenny or Rosie - or both. They seemed like they were able to read each other's minds. Or at least they knew to communicate in a way so subtle that I didn't notice. I learned later that sometimes they did it on Messenger - one was occupying me while the other texted. But at the moment I just felt like a spoiled kid.

I still had a lot of things to sort out and learn about. Perhaps this wasn't the time to ask questions, especially the one I had on my mind, but again - when would the time be right with these two wonderful women?

"Erh, can I ask a delicate question?"

"Sure, anytime."

"In a week and a half, I might be ... indisposed for some days. How do you handle that? Isn't it awkward?."

"You mean your period?"

I nodded.

"Are you bothered with it?"

"It is a bloody mess. Literally."

"Then don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't have it. You don't need to have it."

"Aah, I see. That is clever. Never thought about it. Where is the switch to turn it off?"

"You need to see a doctor. She can prescribe the pill. It prevents ovulation and all that. Usually, women on the pill flush the system once a month, but that is not necessary. There are a zillion of different pills and some of them are quite good if taken every day. When did you have your last gyn checkup?"

"Not since I moved here. I know I should."

"You can see our gyn. She's brilliant. And lesbian, so you don't have to fake anything. She can give you advice on when to begin taking the pill. Brace yourself - the next period might be your last. And the theory that women sharing a household will hormonally synchronize their periods, are bullshit. I'll book an appointment for you."