"Hi, Jon," Rowen said as she opened the door. She was wearing an electric blue mask over her eyes, with white and silver flourishes. "Feels like I haven't seen you in ages. How've you been?"
"Waiting for retirement."
"Aren't we all? At least you've only got a few years. I've got decades. Come in, come in!"
He walked inside and his sub, Mark, followed. He took in Rowen's outfit: a white crop top and black, leather pants. "Make yourselves at home, as always. Shoes off."
"Naturally." He neatly placed his shoes by the door, while Mark haphazardly kicked his shoes off. Jon snapped his fingers, giving him an annoyed look. "Clean that up. You are a guest, so act like it."
"Sorry, Daddy." Mark nudged the shoes with his foot to neaten them. Jon sighed and went into the living room, sitting down on the sofa.
He was in his early fifties, his brown hair getting greyer each month, with bright, blue eyes and crow's feet that only seemed to crinkle deeper each day. He was wearing an emerald green mask, a white button-down, and jeans.
Mark plopped down next to him, sighing heavily. He was a few years younger than Jon, with thick, black hair and olive skin. He wasn't wearing a mask over his eyes, but had a dog mask over his mouth and nose.
"What can I get you gentlemen to drink?" Rowen asked. "We've got pretty much anything."
"I'll have a water and... hm, do you have Coke?"
"Sure do. And for the puppy brat?" Mark shot a glare at her.
"I'll--"
"He'll take a water," Jon interrupted. Rowen smirked and went to the kitchen. Jon grabbed Mark's hair and pulled him closer. "What did I just say? You are a guest. Remember your damn manners."
"I'm not being treated like a guest," he grumbled.
"You're not acting like one. That's strike one. Don't make it to three." Mark narrowed his eyes, then crossed his arms and looked away. Jon let go of him as Rowen came back into the room. She sat down in a chair across from them.
"Jon, do you know any good places to get bondage gear that isn't ropes? Beth and I are terrible with all the knots and such."
"Pup, you wanna answer her question?"
"That depends. Do you want the short answer or the long one?" Mark's eyes glinted with amusement.
"Oh, go on as long as you want. I'm desperate for answers. Ah, thank you, Princess!"
Jon and Mark stared at the submissive as she entered the room. She was young, even younger than Beth and Rowen, with smooth, brown skin and freckles. She was wearing a black mask with feathers and lace. Her lips were painted dark red and she had a vague smile on her face. Her black, curly hair was tied up in a neat ponytail.
She had on a pair of ankle-breaking, black stilettos, and white stockings slid up her long, slender legs. Her dress was black and resembled one of those Lolita dresses with all the ruffles and lace. Her skirt fell just past her knees, a white petticoat underneath to puff it out. Under the dress, a corset cinched her waist, giving her an hourglass figure.
"Hello. Earth to Daddy." Mark snapped his fingers in Jon's face. "You have a sub right here, remember?"
"Calm down, pup." Jon chuckled and kissed his temple. "I'm still gay, don't worry."
"Mhmm." The submissive set down a tray of drinks and clasped her hands behind her back, looking at Rowen for directions.
"Princess, this is Jon and Mark. They're old friends." She gave them a little bow. "Gentlemen, this is our new sub. This is her first time presenting to someone else, so go easy on her."
"Nice to meet you." Jon held out a hand and Princess glanced at Rowen, who offered a comforting smile and nodded. She stepped forward and shook his hand, and he could feel her slightly shaking. "I'm sorry, but... how old are you?"
"She's the same age as Beth," Rowen said. "Twenty-seven."
"No!" Jon gasped. "Really?"
"You look like you graduated high school yesterday," Mark snorted. Princess backed away, cheeks darkening.
"Oh, come here, Princess." Rowen held out her hand and pulled Princess down into her lap. "Don't listen to them; they're just crazy, old men."
"Well, one of us is." Mark squawked as Jon pinched his inner thigh. Rowen laughed and shook her head. She gently massaged the back of Princess's neck.
"Relax. Everything is fine. You're being a very good girl." Princess's breath hitched and Jon exchanged a look with Mark. "Why don't you go and help in the kitchen?"
Princess got up and trotted back to the kitchen. Mommy was setting up a charcuterie board, and the hum of the range hood filled the kitchen, filled her ears, and filled her mind. Mommy looked up and smiled, and she smiled back.
"Come here, Princess." She shuffled over, her brain getting a little fuzzy from the constant, droning hum of the fan. "I'll give you a super-duper easy job. Just sit there and look pretty."
Mommy pulled out a stool and she sat down, smiling happily. She neatly crossed her ankles, set her hands in her lap, and did her best to look like a demure, submissive princess. Mommy smiled and patted her cheek.
"Good girl." She softly sighed, feeling the vibration in her pussy. There wasn't even a vibrator in her, but the trigger had ingrained the sensation so deeply in her body, in her mind, that she felt the vibration regardless. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to fill her head with tingly, fuzzy pleasure.
She just sat on her stool, listening to the range hood and watching Mommy through half-closed eyes. Mommy was focused on arranging the charcuterie board, mumbling to herself as she read the instructions on her phone. And Princess was a good girl, sitting and obeying her.
"Can you-- Oh, Princess. Wake up." She blinked heavily, shaking herself out of her trance. "Tell me if this looks good."
Princess got to her knees on the stool, wobbling a little. Mommy put an arm around her to steady her.
"Hmm..." Princess reached over and plucked a slice of cheese off the board.
"I asked if it looks good, not tastes good," Mommy laughed, squeezing her.
"Mhmm." Princess nodded, too busy chewing. She gave a thumbs up.
"I'll take your word for it. Can you take this out or do you need Mommy to get it?" Princess got off her stool and picked up the large board.
"Go ahead and stay out there with Queenie. I'll be out in a minute." Princess nodded and went out to the living room. Mark was in the middle of explaining the best tools to restrain a submissive. Princess set the charcuterie board on the coffee table, then sat down on the arm of Rowen's chair.
"Hi, darling." Rowen put an arm around her waist, not looking away from Mark. "See, every time we've tried those spreader bars, it doesn't seem to work. They don't lock around the ankles or they spread the legs too far apart."
"You want an adjustable one, then. So you can have it at whatever length you want. And for not locking properly... you've probably just got a cheap, shitty one. Or one that's too complicated for its own good. Hey, Beth."
"Hi! Sorry, I didn't say hello earlier." She carried a pot of soup into the room and set it on the table. "It's nice to see you both."
"You as well."
"Help yourselves. Oh, spoons!" She hurried back to the kitchen and returned a moment later with a handful of spoons. "Now you can help yourselves."
"Excellent. This looks great!" Jon grinned at her. "Pup, go ahead and take your mask off."
"Thank you, Daddy." Jon filled a small plate with food bites, and Rowen handed a plate to Princess. She knelt in front of the board and picked each item with a surprising deliberateness. Beth ladled out small bowls of soup for everyone and Mark happily took one.
The room was quiet for a while as everyone ate. Princess sat with Rowen, sharing the plate with her. Occasionally, she would feed a particular morsel to Rowen, who always made a delighted noise while eating it.
"That's a good sub you've got," Jon remarked.
"She sure is." Rowen patted Princess's cheek. Princess blushed, smiling shyly.
"How long have you had her?"
"Oh..." Rowen looked at Beth. "It's complicated."
"Complicated?" Jon's eyes narrowed and he looked at Princess. "What kind of complicated?"
"Oh! No, no, it's-- We didn't mean anything problematic!" Beth gasped. "It's just, we've been together for longer than Princess has been training."
"Ah. How long, then? Total."
"A year."
"Happy anniversary."
