By the time Halloween came by, Kate wore a zombie outfit, handing out candy to the trick or treaters. She had never done this before and was happy doing so, even making sure the parents got little gift bags of candy for escorting the young ones.
Slut and pervert were in the basement, wearing French maid costumes, prancing before mirrors set against the wall. Slut wore hers rather well as was expected, while pervert looked ridiculous in his as expected. Still, stockings, short dress, apron and matching little cap pinned to his wig at least fit. He had found some two-inch heels that fit as he moved back and forth, getting used to them.
They practiced common French words, trying to please Dominate when they were to serve her. By the time Dominate called them upstairs by setting off their chastity belts, they were better but still, Dominate would spend most of her time laughing at them, rather than seeming pleased at their efforts. They had to work harder at this.
By the middle of November pervert was getting anxious as he had not been allowed out of his belt for weeks. Slut was out several times, showering and shaving before cleaning the belt and placing it back on. When pervert asked why her and not him, Dominate simply said he didn't shave and all he wanted to do was jerk off so why bother to free him as she had seen him jerk off before and it wasn't very entertaining.
Neither spouse discussed how the other began serving Dominate, their minds only on doing so. They kept their secret from the neighbors who were interested in how this couple suddenly had a fifteen-year-old girl living with them. Dominate didn't consider it worth while to explain to all of them she was older than she looked. So she let them all think she was underage as the enslaved couple went with the story the girl's parents died and they were watching over her until the estate could be settled which was complicated and likely to take months. No other information was forthcoming.
In the middle of November, the doorbell rang, pervert being told to answer the door. He went to grab a robe, was told to stop wasting time, and he ran to open the door, not caring if whoever saw him naked except for a dick cage between his legs.
Janet and Randy walked in without an invite, the dominatrix and slave acting as though it was natural to enter someone's house simply by showing up. Kate sat in a chair, reading a book.
"I hope that's a book worth reading." Janet said.
Kate held up the English literature book.
"Not really, but apparently, I need to know this for a test. I think your teacher just likes to be a jerk about my education."
"He isn't, you really do need a rounded education to get out of high school. Besides, you might like Shakespeare and Dumas."
"This is more about flowery prose and the ways it enhances the pleasure of reading. Yeah, not much of an education."
Janet grinned at who she was quickly thinking of as the little annoying sister she never had. According to the teacher, Kate was intelligent, quickly absorbing information and when she didn't, was stubborn to insist on his going over it until she did. The only thing annoying so far was his calling her Miss Kate, refusing to call her anything else, finally having to explain Mistress Janet told him and he could not disobey. He was embarrassed at having to admit to his slavery to this teen but did enjoy batting aside her numerous questions of how he first came to submit to one of his students and how did he serve Janet now. All he could do was say Mistress told him not to answer those sorts of questions. Kate berated Janet for that, the dominatrix only laughing at Kate's frustration. Janet finally told her it served her right, for didn't Kate try to convince her it was her dad she brought in to buy bondage items when in reality it was not?
The stalemate was there as the two women sat comfortably talking a bit about the lessons Kate was getting and what she expected to learn from it all. It wasn't odd that pervert and slut were kneeling naked, awaiting refreshment orders, while Randy simply stood to the side. Janet finally looked at him.
"Strip."
The tall lean twenty-one-year-old man quickly removed what little clothing he had on, standing on display, his own dick built long and lean like the slave's own body.
"He looks like he modeled that ass thing you sold slut."
"He is and can last almost as long. He's not here for pussy."
"Pervert, clean off the coffee table, put the stuff by the wall. Slut, grab some bath towels, I don't care if they're used or not, and that aluminum tart plate."
The slaves instantly knew Miss Janet was not dropping in unexpectedly, rather with full knowledge of Dominate. What they planned wasn't relevant, only that they desired to do something involving the slaves.
The towels were spread on the coffee table, a sturdy oak, as Dominate came over with a box of plastic gloves. Pervert was told to get on the table on all fours, Miss Janet making sure he was the right distance from the end of the table, before telling him to go to his elbows, getting his ass high in the air.
"You have any lube?"
"Why would I waste pervert's money on that?"
Donning a plastic glove, Miss Janet jammed her finger into the ass before her, pervert letting out a squeal. He was told to shut up as the finger was moved around. She finally removed it, telling Dominate where to put the finger, Kate finally finding the prostrate which she rubbed a finger against.
"And this is what is called milking?"
"Yes, he'll dribble in a minute so he can stop complaining about his being in a cage. You control how much and how long he dribbles. All this is actually doing is relieving the pressure on his balls of some of the semen built up, so he doesn't have the fun of an orgasm, but he will feel like he isn't going to burst at the seams."
"Slut, get the tart pan under him so he can dribble into that. Least pervert can do is clean up his own mess."
Slut knelt by the table, placing the tart pan under her husband's dick even as drops appeared from the cage. In another few minutes, the drops were coming out almost continuously, it being weeks since pervert was allowed to cum. Or slut for that matter, but she managed to not annoy Dominate with a lot of begging, aware she'd get good slave points by pleasing Dominate and not asking for her pleasures.
Janet looked at Randy.
"Randy, get over here, slide under pervert so your dick is in his face."
Randy was soon in position, Janet leaning down to talk to pervert.
"Pervert, Randy has been a good slave, and his reward is to have his dick sucked and his cum fill a willing mouth. You want to help?"
