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K
“How did you sleep, K?”
“Very well, Mis- Madam, I’m still not used to the bed yet. It’s nothing like my old bed.”
“That will come with time. How about the chains?” She asks casually, putting water on to boil on the stove, “they didn’t bother you, did they?”
“No, Madam. Quite the opposite.” I can feel the blush rising on my cheeks at the suggestion, and I turn my head to cover it.
Madam S laughs. “Aren’t you sweet. Keep telling me what I want to hear, pretty boy, and you might be sleeping in our cage tonight.” She slides a mug of tea toward me, and I accept it with a barely covered grin warming my hands on the outside of the mug.
When E comes into the kitchen, the scene becomes even more domestic as he ignores me sitting at the kitchen table to walk behind Madam S. He kisses his wife and wraps her in a hug from behind as she tends to the breakfast she was making. I smile as I watch her glance back at him over her shoulder, kissing him gently on the nose.
“K,” he asks, his face pressed into the crook of his wife’s neck, “what time did you wake up this morning?”
I quickly drop my eyes to the tea I’m drinking, not wanting to stare and be impolite. “About 7, sir.”
He checks his watch, and I suddenly realize why he’s asking. I feel my stomach drop, and I toy with the handle on the mug. “That’s about fifteen minutes ago. Did my amazing wife release you from your bondage to have breakfast with her?”
“No, sir.”
“Then why are you having breakfast with her?” He pauses for my contribution; however, I don’t say anything to my own defence, and Madam S hums quietly, making food, so he continues a little more gruffly, “look at me, K.”
I look up and barely stifle a noise of worry. “It won’t happen again, sir.”
“What won’t?” He doesn’t raise his voice, but he’s unimpressed. It’s worse because he isn’t shouting. J has never truly perfected that stern tone that speaks above and beyond the words, E seems to embody it.
“I won’t leave my room before I’m given permission again. The chains are supposed to keep me there even if they aren’t locked.” Although it takes all my strength to simply speak and offer a solution rather than throw myself on his mercy, at least I’m not breaking all the rules. I’m calm, and I speak when I’m spoken to, I don’t cry and make a scene. It’s so hard to do, and I wonder how Matthías ever did this.
“Ok. After breakfast, we’re going to go over the rules again,” he says and sits down across from me at the table with his coffee. “You’re going to tell me what the punishment will be for leaving your room. Then I’m going to give you that punishment and we’ll move on.”
“Sir, I couldn’t begin to know the appropriate punishment. I accept whatever punishment you believe I deserve.”
“Drink your tea,” is his only response. His eyes are hard, and I wither a little because of it. A nudge from Madam S, and he adds, “And get yourself some food if you’re hungry. We have a full day today.” Then he shifts his attention to Madam S and ignores me for the rest of the meal.
***
MATTHÍAS
I’ve been awake since 5 am. My days keep getting earlier and earlier as Mistress S decides what time is best for me to wake up. She’s performing a “trial run”, and I’m thankful she’s doing so slowly, it means I’ve only overslept once, but each day it’s getting harder to convince myself to not just sleep in and deal with the consequences later after I’ve slept.
“My dear Matti,” S coos, running a finger through my hair, she hasn’t called me Matthías since the day K left, “you are completely off in orbit today, aren’t you? Difficulty sleeping?”
“No, Mistress. Just getting used to the new wake-up time.” I yawn, purely coincidentally, but it helps add believability to what I’m saying, she gently scratches over my scalp, and it draws me up onto my knees.
“Well, you’re tired, so I’ll postpone what I had planned today. We’ll just relax instead.”
“I’m okay, Mistress; I don’t need pity,” I say perhaps a little too eagerly and a little too forcefully. Her leather strap comes across my ass, leaving a band of fire in its wake even through the lightweight trousers I’m wearing. I just catch myself before I topple forward onto my hands, one of the reasons she bound them in front of me rather than behind, I suppose. “I’m sorry, Mistress, please forgive me.”
“And you should be sorry. Really Matti, how did you train others when your own self-discipline is so shabby? No wonder K had his little outbursts and crying fits.”
I wince. “Mistress, I won’t let it happen again. It was sloppy -“ I start to say, and then my words catch in my throat. Even though K is gone, the Mistresses still carry on much of the house traditions from before, although their gowns have gotten a little lighter and a little more modern. From where I’m kneeling and with S now sitting up in a higher chair with her legs spread, her dress pulled up, I have a perfect view between her legs. Her sex is covered only by a thin piece of silk, and I find myself unable to speak.
She smiles rather devilishly. “It was sloppy. Can you think of anything you could be doing right now, pet?” I nod, and she smiles. “Then you have my permission to show me, and if it’s good, I may let you continue. If it’s very good , I’ll push your wake up time back 15 minutes.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I repeat over and over like a litany as I crawl to the neat ‘V’ she makes with her legs and under the hiked up skirt. I am suddenly so grateful for all the training and critiquing Madam S gave me on pleasuring her, and all the times I was bound by Master E’s rope while I did so. Not having my hands free is less awkward than it might be otherwise.
She doesn’t say anything further, just hums in approval as I gently lick and muzzle the soft folds through the silk, pushing it aside with my nose or my tongue. She gently lets down the skirt, so I’m surrounded by fabric and near darkness. I may drown in her essence and the steamy heat underneath the skirt, but I’m willing to take that chance to make her happy.
***
K
“Put this in and face the cross.”
Master E decided my punishment ideas weren’t good enough; they lacked creativity and weren’t suitable for the crime. I, of course, agreed with his assessment, but I struggle to comply with his instructions. Inserting plugs myself while others are watching has never been an easy task. I lube the plug up and then hesitate.
He grabs me by the collar and twists making me cough. “Why are you waiting?” He gives me a little shake to answer. “What’s the holdup?”
“I - it’s always hard to put plugs in myself, Sir. It’s…” I drop my eyes and swallow as he eases off the collar. “Embarrassing, Sir.”
“Saving me the time and trouble is embarrassing? Or having to punish yourself because you couldn’t follow one very simple direction this morning?” I hang my head in shame, and he lets go of my collar.
“The punishment,” I say quietly. “I don’t wish to cause you trouble.”
“Try harder next time, and I will help you now.” He takes my wrist and guides my hand, refusing to pause when I do or hesitate when I start to struggle. It’s just a slow and steady movement until I’m forced to prepare myself and then push in the plug. A moan escapes me as it goes in, and E pulls me a little closer to him, so his clothed body is resting against the base of the plug.
When I push back, it’s like pushing against a wall, and his arm comes across to brace against my chest like a poor copy of the hug he gave Madam S this morning. I can’t help myself, I push back against him, and I’m rewarded with a low hum of approval.
“I’m still going to beat you, but we can have a little fun first.”
Surprisingly the idea of him beating me scares me less now than it did even five minutes ago. “Please, sir.”
“Please what, beat you?”
I push back against him, and he chuckles, no doubt amused by my neediness, and it’s a sound like I haven’t heard since that day he came to the manor house to use me. “Yes, sir.”
“Fuck you?” He continues, and I nod again.
He turns me around by the shoulders and gives me a push towards the large leather padded X in front of me. When I immediately put my hands up to be cuffed to the structure, his hands linger on my arms and then my back.
“I’m not going to cuff you. You’re going to learn you don’t need cuffs to obey me.”
I place my cheek against the cool leather and close my eyes to wait as he walks over to get whatever instrument of pain he wants to use on me. I imagine thick steel cuffs on my wrists biting into my flesh when I try to struggle. When the first swipe of the heavy, thick trussed flogger hits my back, and then my ass and the plug, my arms don’t move.
“Good boy,” Master E says, and I feel the praise run down my body like heated oil. “Maybe you can behave after all.”
***
MATTHÍAS
“I think you’ve earned that later wake-up call, Matti.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” I can’t help but feel a tiny bit smug that my Mistress is out of breath from what I did, and the noises she made of passion only increased my own arousal. I haven’t been forbidden to jerk off or come, but it’s been made clear that if I can’t get it up when she needs it, there will be hell to pay. After all, she had said, what good am I if I’m not immediately available to her. So far, I’ve erred on the side of caution and just try to not think about it rather than planning when I’ll orgasm next.
“Don’t let it go to your head, you’re good, but I’ve had better.”
“Yes, Mistress.” It does deflate my ego a little. “I will strive to do better.”
She smiles and wipes a finger across my lips, delicately popping it into her mouth after she does so. Her eyes meet mine as she cleans it and then wipes it dry on my chest. “You’ll do. If I want someone excellent to lick and suck me, I’ll ask my darling J.”
She knows what that statement does to me, and I can’t help but shift where I’m sitting as images of J under her skirt replaces me in my memory. She’s studying me, and I move into the correct posture to be studied, my chin up and back straight like a statue. “I had a wonderfully wicked thought,” she says, reclining in her seat. She makes a point of uncrossing and recrossing her legs. “Tonight, you’re going to get a lesson on how to best use that mouth of yours from Mistress J herself. I know you can suck cock, but that tongue is better used in this house for other things.”
“I would be honoured to learn, Mistress.”
“I’m sure you would. No coming until tonight. You have more important things to focus on.”
***
K
Many decisions and conversations happen in the kitchen of the house I now live in. Master E and Madam S often discuss household duties and upcoming parties with coffee or glasses of wine around the kitchen table. I am often performing household tasks when these discussions happen, but they always ensure anything I need to know is addressed to my face, so I don’t have to eavesdrop.
“K?” Madam S asks, waving a hand gently to catch my attention. “Come here, please.”
“Yes Madam?” I still feel myself wanting to say Mistress and thankfully catch myself before I do so. “May I assist you somehow?” I know Master E is watching me even as he flips through a book, he has taught me how to respond to his beloved wife most respectfully, and I aim not to disappoint him.
“Perhaps.” She smiles. “Today is a special day, our anniversary.” I notice her eyes sweep to E, and he glances up to meet them before going back to his book. “E and I always hold a special kinky dinner party for this, and you will be expected to attend.”
“Happy anniversary to you both,” I say before she can go any further, and I’m met with a beautiful smile from her. “I am happy to serve however I can be useful.” My delivery of that statement surprises me, it feels elegant and sounds more like Matthías than me. Both of my trainers give me a slight nod of approval, and a bloom of love and pride erupts in my chest.
“You’ll be serving the table,” Madam S says. “That’s how you can best please E and myself. For you, this is an actual formal table service rather than anything sexual, so you need to read up on that and be ready to do so competently. We will have other subs there to play with and torment.”
Words of protest are on my tongue, ready to be shaped into a polite disagreement, but E’s expression kills them.
“Do you understand your role for the evening, Kit?” He asks, and I nod. “You always talk about your need to please us and make us happy, and this is how you do it. Do not embarrass us, am I clear?”
“Yes, sir.” I hesitate with my mouth slightly open for a moment, and he cocks an eyebrow. “Sir, How many people will be at the party this evening?”
Madam pipes up the answer. Often I believe she is the true leader of the household and simply allows Master E to pretend he is. “Twelve, including you.” She counts off on her fingers, “Three couples, three subs makes nine and then with us that makes twelve. Of course, only eight of us will be eating at the table, and the subs who are present and not eating with us have experience with these kinds of things, they know what to do.” She reaches out to stroke my cheek, and I lean into her touch. “We’re so proud of how far you’ve come in such a short period K, this is just another test we’re sure you will pass with flying colours.”
“I hope you’re right, Madam,” I say weakly, but her smile gives me a little bit more hope.
***
MATTHÍAS
I’m on my way to the kitchen when my phone vibrates in my pocket. Only two people can call me on his phone, and unless I’m serving the Mistresses, I’ve been given blanket permission to use it. Of course, it’s K, in a panic, and I realise why when I check the date. There’s an anniversary party tonight, and I’m thankful I will be spending it here learning from the Mistresses instead of worrying about the dinner.
“K, calm down. It’s just a meal.”
“It’s not just a meal! I’ve never done this before.” He says in a panic. “I have to do a job you would do, and they only told me this morning. I’m not prepared! If I had a week, I wouldn’t be prepared.”
Oh, Master E and Madam S are cruel. He’s not ready for this, and they know it. He’s far too selfish to quietly serve while everyone else plays. They want him to see how full of himself he is, but to do that, he’s going to need to fall on his face. “K, calm down. Have you read the books I left?”
“Yes, but I can’t remember everything. I’m used to being under the table or a centrepiece, not serving food on it!”
I have to keep the smile out of my voice even though it’s on my lips. Him, him, him. Me, me, me. “Four courses, that’s it. You won’t have to worry about serving drinks, just keep wine glasses and water glasses full and bring the right plate to the right guest. When Madam S announces the next course, make sure plates are cleared away.” I pause to think, and before he interrupts with more complaints, I continue. “If you make a mistake and do something stupid, apologise as you were taught and learn from your mistake.”
“You make it sound easy,” he whines, and I wish I could shake him through the phone.
“It is easy. I have to go, K, you will do fine, and if you don’t, your trainers will correct you. Please give them my best.”
“Uh. I guess. Yes I will. Thank you, Matthías.”
“Goodbye, K.” I end the call and smile up at Mistress S, who is standing next to me, waiting patiently for me to finish. “I apologise, Mistress. I tried to be supportive.”
“I know Matti, and you did well. I’m glad you can help K when he’s in need. You’ll be able to support him tonight, too, when we go to the dinner party.”
“We’re… we’re going, tonight Mistress?”
“Of course, silly boy, won’t it be nice not to have to serve the table and enjoy some time on the floor with the other submissives present.”
“I thought we, I thought that I was learning with Mistress J…”
“Oh, that will be tomorrow, I forgot our obligation this evening.” I’m stunned into silence, so she continues with a smile. “You will have a chance to serve E, of course, this evening, I wouldn’t deny you that. I know how much serving him means to you. You'll be doing so with the… dessert course, I think, that was his request. After your stellar performance this afternoon, I think you’ll be offered to the rest of the guests as well. I think your tongue could please anyone that wanted to try it out.”
I don’t know what to say, so I go for the easiest response. “Thank you, Mistress.” My world is still spinning, so I bow my head and S chuckles.
“Go get ready for tonight and have a snack since you won’t be eating until later. And Matti?”
I look up as her voice has taken on a more serious tone, some of the playfulness melting away. “You are not to help K while we’re there. You are a guest tonight, not his friend or equal. He is to be ignored per the host’s explicit request. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress, I understand.” I’m ashamed of the glee I feel in knowing how badly K will fail, and I manage to cover it without smiling.