The last few days had been a whirlwind of excitement, emotions and sheer unbridled debauchery. Both women had easily come to terms with the new form their relationship took. Sure, it was technically incest, but there was no shame involved for them, they knew that this was just another way of expressing their love for one-another and there was absolutely no reason why it shouldn't continue. The only problem they had was that Fiona was still married, and still very much in love with her husband. But Sarah knew that this could easily be turned into a positive.
Fiona's frank discussion of her and Mike's sex life had revealed a few important truths. Most important amongst them that Mike was every bit the submissive that his wife was. Their sexual problems had come about as they both yearned to submit, but neither could take on a dominant role with the other. Their sex life had faltered as a result and Mike had taken to sleeping around with other women, probably as a misguided attempt to cover up his shame for wanting to be dominated. Sarah knew that he could be shown the way, to be guided to the point that he realised there is no shame, and that there was a path for him to be a submissive while remaining married to Fiona. She merely had to show him the light.
It was with these thoughts weighing heavily in her head that she arrived in the kitchen that morning. She looked out through the patio doors and noticed that today, for a change, was going to be a beautiful day. The sun streamed through the trees and onto the lawn, reflecting sharply on the dewy grass. If she had believed in omens she would have thought that this was a positive one.
She had been so distracted by the good weather that she had failed to notice that she was not alone.
"Good morning, Sarah," came the friendly greeting from the corner of the room.
Sarah turned her head to see Lizzie, duster in hand, busily working away. "Good morning, Lizzie," she said startled, "Is it Wednesday already?"
Lizzie laughed, it was not the first time since her 'retirement' that Sarah had completely forgotten which day of the week it was. "Yes, Wednesday already," she said with a smile, carrying on with her work while she continued talking, "How are you today?"
"I am very well, thank you," she replied, she had never been more sure of her answer, "I hope you're keeping well too?" she walked over to the kettle and poured herself some tea, before sitting down.
"Very well, thanks," she stopped for a moment and looked at her inquisitively, "You seem different today, I can't quite work it out, but you definitely seem different."
Sarah pulled a puzzled expression, "In what way?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, you're glowing."
Sarah smiled, she knew exactly why, she had woken up with a sense that all was well in the world, she was filled with the happiness and excitement of a woman in the opening days of lustful affair, she was glad that it showed. "Well, I have had a busy week," she replied knowingly.
Lizzie did not need to ask what she meant by that, she had been Sarah's cleaner for more than a year now and she knew exactly the kid of hobbies that she partook in. She laughed, "I guess that means that I need to go down the stairs today?" she asked, referring to the basement room.
Sarah gave a pained expression, "Yeah, I'm afraid so."
"No need to be sorry, that works out better for me," she said cheerfully. It was true, Sarah paid Lizzie almost double what she would get working for anyone else, and to top it off she got a £100 bonus every time she was required to clean and tidy the dungeon - a reward for work done quickly and discreetly. In all honesty, she enjoyed spending time down there, she was curious about what went on and she liked to try and imagine the activities which had taken place to put the room into the unique state of disarray she found it in each time. And the bonus cash was always welcome. "I'll get started straight away," she said.
"Thank you," Sarah called after her as she walked towards the hallway.
As she unlocked the door, Fiona emerged from upstairs, clad in nothing but a silk dressing gown. Instinctively she covered herself up, "Uh, hello," she greeted her awkwardly.
Lizzie smiled to herself, this must be the pretty young thing that Sarah had been playing with lately, her newest conquest, "Good morning," she said, "I'm Lizzie."
"Uh, hi Lizzie," she said, shaking her hand, "Fiona," she introduced herself.
"Pleased to meet you, Fiona," Lizzie nodded towards the door, "You'll excuse me, but I must be getting on."
"Yes of course."
Lizzie made her way down the stairs as Fiona headed into the kitchen to greet her sister.
"I've just met Lizzie?" she said, puzzled.
"She does the cleaning," explained Sarah.
"Downstairs?"
"Don't worry, she is very well compensated, and she is very discreet. How are you anyway?"
Fiona was still a little sleepy, even though she had probably been in her bed for almost 12 hours. "I'm good, I slept like a log."
"I know, it's very rare for you to be up before me, someone must've tired you out yesterday."
Fiona smiled and poured herself some tea from the pot and made her way over to sit down next to her sister. She took a sip and let the warm liquid pour down her throat, bringing her back to life, "So," she asked, "what is the plan for today?"
Sarah considered that for a moment, "I'm not sure how much of a plan I've got, but there are a few things that we could get do. Did Mike message you back yesterday? Is he coming round?"
"He did," Fiona was getting nervous, "He said that he would be here at about 2-ish."
"Are you okay?"
"I think so. I trust you know what you're doing, I'm just worried that it wont work out. He's not exactly been predictable lately."
"Trust me," Sarah said, reassuringly, "There are a few things we have going in our favour, first, he's a man, which makes him easy to control as soon as he starts thinking with his dick, which is pretty easy to encourage."
Fiona laughed, it was not quite that simple, but in general, this was true.
"Then we have the fact that he is your husband, and he loves you, which means that any resolution that will make you happy will be in his interests, especially if it makes him happy too. And finally, he is submissive by nature, he may act as though he is reluctant at first, but we both know that given the opportunity, he will want to submit, and I will make him submit to me."
Her sister's confidence in her own abilities was comforting. She knew better than anyone that Sarah knew what she was doing, after all, if she could make her own sister submit to her sexual needs then making Mike do the same would be eminently achievable.
"And do you think this is a good idea?" Fiona asked, the concern clear in her voice.
"I do," said Sarah, confidently, "Although it is ultimately you who needs to decide. If we are to carry on, then we need Mike to accept it. The best way I can think of doing that is to have him join us, otherwise we will have to think of something else."
"I trust you," she said, after a few moments thought, "But I can't help but be a little nervous."
"That's understandable," agreed Sarah, "I'm sure this will work though."
They stayed in the kitchen for much of the morning, enjoying a leisurely breakfast and chatting about what had taken place recently, and what they hoped would happen later. Sarah outlined a brief plan of how to tackle the Mike issue, and was glad that they had plenty of time before he arrived in the afternoon.
Sarah decided that the best way to do things was to confront him about his infidelities and ask for them to stop, he would certainly agree, as he would see how much it would hurt Fiona to try and continue and they were not going to be fulfilling anyway, given how he preferred to take on the submissive role in a sexual encounter, random flings with women at work or picked up in bars were unlikely to indulge him.
After that the plan was a little more risky. Fiona would need to show him the basement, perhaps explaining to him that her sister had similar interests and agreed for them to use it. She would take on a dominant role and explain that he was to be punished for his misdeeds. He would no doubt find this prospect too enticing to reject and would comply with Fiona's wishes.
As soon as he was safely restrained then the final part of their plan would take shape, with Sarah revealing herself and taking control. This, of course, is where things could go one of two ways. Either Mike would be so aroused by what was happening that he would accept it, or he would try and reject what was happening and demand his release. It was here that everything would rely on Sarah - it would be pure improvisation.
As they were finishing up the finer details of how they hoped the afternoon would go, Lizzie emerged from downstairs to let Sarah know that the room was ready for them. As she spoke, her eyes narrowed, as though a sudden realisation was dawning on her, "I knew I'd seen you before!" she said, suddenly, fixing her eyes on Fiona. "Fiona, yes, I've heard you talk about her, this is your sister?" she directed this last at Sarah.
"That's right," replied Sarah calmly.
Lizzie grinned widely, she looked almost impressed, "You really are the most interesting person I have ever worked for, you know?"
