DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

I was reading the newspaper in the kitchen when she arrived. I
rushed up to her and gave her a big hug and kiss which she
seemed to return. I thought maybe Kathleen wasn't right about
her planning to leave me.

I took her jacket which she was holding and hung it up. I asked
if she was ready for dinner. She said she was hungry, and I
called Kathleen.

Kathleen walked into the dining room and asked, "Why did you set
three plates? I told you to fix dinner for Sarah and me."

"You said to fix dinner for myself also?" I asked, I was
confused and afraid.

"Remove the extra plate and silver ware and glass. Now!" she
ordered.

I was wondering what Sarah was thinking about all this and I
tried to hurry and do it somehow inconspicuously.

Of course Kathleen would have none of that, "What do you say
when I tell you to do something?" she demanded.

"Yes ma'am," I said, now my humiliation in front of Sarah was
complete. I tried to catch her eye but she was looking
elsewhere.

"Serve us dinner," Kathleen ordered.

"Yes ma'am," I muttered.

Kathleen jumped up and slapped me twice. My face started burning
only partly from the slaps but I was overwhelmed with
humiliation in front of my wife. I wished I could be somewhere
else.

"Now get the dinner," she commanded.

"Yes ma'am," I tried to say loudly but my voice was catching in
my throat.

I brought in the bowl of spaghetti, and the sauce and the salad,
and Sarah and Kathleen looked at me and they waited. "Did they
want something else?" I wondered. Then it came to me: "Would you
like me to serve you?" I asked.

"Of course, why are you here, is there some wine?" Kathleen
asked.

"Yes ma'am, I'll get it," I said still breaking up a little, I
was still blushing. I brought the chilled wine in and knew
better than to just put it on the table, "May I pour?" I asked.

"May you pour what?" Kathleen demanded.

I was about to answer, "this wine" then I realized and said:
"May I pour Miss Kathleen?"

Kathleen said: "Would you like to offer Miss Sarah some wine
also?"

I suppressed sighing and said: "May I pour Miss Kathleen and
Miss Sarah?"

Kathleen said: "Very nice, yes, please pour some wine for us."

I did and almost ran into the kitchen.

Immediately Kathleen came after me and said; "A good waiter
doesn't leave his diners without asking if they want anything
else."

"I'm sorry madam," I say.

Then she takes my arm and drags me back into the dining room.
She lets go of my arm and sits down, picks up her glass and
smiles at me.

"Is there anything else, madams?" I manage to say.

"Kathleen says: "Nothing right now but why don't you just stand
by in case we want something."

"I was going to start cleaning the pots," I said.

"No, dearie, we want you to wait on us, please stand tall, and
stand still. When we are finished, you can clean up," Kathleen
said.

I felt stupid just standing there. After a few minutes they
started talking and ignored me.

Kathleen said: "He agreed to what we discussed."

Sarah said: "I didn't think he would."

"He said he did it for you," Kathleen said.

Sarah looked at me and said: "He is such a dear. How did you
know Mom that he would agree?"

Kathleen said: "I've seen the way he opened doors for you,
gathered your clothes, helped you put on your coat, waited on
you and then he seemed willing to do it for me, I think he will
be happy in his new role."

Sarah said: "How can he be happy doing housework instead of
being a big boss?"

Kathleen said: "Maybe happy isn't the right word, is a moth
happy to fly into a flame? He has no choice."

Sarah said: "It's the sex."

Kathleen said to Sarah: "Ye-es."

Kathleen said to me: "Pour more wine Jim."

Without thinking: "Yes ma'am" And I poured the wine. They were
drinking it pretty fast especially for Sarah. In the old days
Sarah and I split a bottle with Sarah getting a glass and I
drank the rest and then the rest of Sarah's glass which was
still half full. I was hoping they would leave some for me.

Sarah said: "I couldn't go on with the sexual demands; they were
making me feel inadequate."

Kathleen said: "This is the right way; we all get what we need."

I was amazed, at what Sarah said, I never took advantage of her,
I'm not some kind of rapist. I love her, what's wrong with
wanting your wife. I didn't think they wanted me to join the
conversation.

Sarah said to me: "I love you Jim, but I want the sex only when
I want it, I don't want pressure to have it, like if you buy me
an expensive dinner, I feel I have to perform for you. That
creates a lot of stress on me."

I said: "But Sarah, I never wanted to force you, which would be
the last thing in the world, I thought you liked me to crave
you."

Sarah said: "That's the problem Jim, you never knew when I
wanted it and when I didn't, maybe it was my fault, but it just
couldn't go on."

I said: "So what are we going to do?"

Kathleen said: "When Sarah wants sex she will tell you. When you
want sex you will just continue wanting. And I will warn you
right now, begging or nagging is not allowed."

I said: "I'm so taken by surprise, but isn't there some other
arrangement than I become your waiter?"

Kathleen said: "You don't yet understand, it's not a waiter we
want, it's a total slave who will adore us and do whatever we
want whenever we want it."

I was incredulous. "Slave!?" I said.

Kathleen said: "You've been spanked, stood in the corner, and
ended up lusting for me, what do you think that was all about?"

Kathleen continued: "We are offering you a wonderful gift that
you know that you want. You get to live 100% with us. Every
minute of your day will be spent pleasing us. We will of course
take every opportunity to find fault and punish you in the most
infantile and bizarre manners that we know you crave."

Kathleen changed her tone: "I want you to clear the table, clean
up the kitchen and dishes, then report to us in the den. Don't
be slow. I haven't heard any 'Miss' or 'Ma'am' from you. This
time it's just a warning. Now move it!"

"Yes ma'am," I said almost as a reflex. Sarah was looking
straight at me. "May I take your plate miss Sarah?" was all I
could get out. I was full of thoughts; at least the kitchen will
allow me to think.

"You can take my plate too, slave boy!" said Kathleen.

I took the dishes, scraped the food into the disposal and put
the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned the counters, the table
and the floor, all of it easy if not mindless.

Was it true that I wanted to be their slave? What a concept, I
had managed 21 professional programmers and engineers. What will
this be like? I thought maybe I would be managing two women and
myself. I had been paying bills, and managing the finances,
would I still do that? Sarah didn't say we would not have sex
any more, only that she would be the one to ask for it. Will
there be sex with Kathleen; what will Sarah say? There's some
wine left in the bottle. They didn't say I couldn't have it.

After I finished I went into the den and found a seat.

I just knew I would hear from Kathleen and she didn't
disappoint: "When we're sitting in a room like this you don't
just walk in! You show recognition that we're here in a modest
way like a little bow."

"How about a curtsy?" Sarah said.

"Can you curtsy, show us," Kathleen said.

I got up and tried to curtsy, I felt really stupid. The wine
made it easier.

"You should curtsy to both of us. So if we're sitting here you
curtsy to me then to Sarah," Kathleen said.

I curtsied twice. I saw that there was a gleam in Sarah's eyes.

Kathleen asked: "Is there more wine?"

"No ma'am," I answered.

"I thought there was some left," Kathleen said.

"I drank it ma'am," I said.

"Sarah, I don't think we gave him permission to drink wine. What
shall we about this?" Kathleen said.

"Get stripped off now, Jim, totally naked, do it now!" Sarah
said.

I quickly took off the few clothes I had on, including my watch.

Sarah's eyes had a glint that I was familiar with; "On your
knees here!" she said pointing to the floor in front of her.
"Now take off my shoes and stockings," she ordered.

I quickly took off her shoes, then pulled down her panty hose
with her cooperation and took a little risk and removed her
panties, as soon as I did that she grabbed my hair and pulled me
into her and I did what came naturally.

I could tell she was coming then when she finally came, she
pulled on my hair harder and I got back to work. I could tell
she was coming again, and she did but she was still pulling on
my hair, "This couldn't be my wife," I thought.

After the fourth climax I was released and she fell backwards on
the sofa making satisfied noises. I was a little out of breath,
and would have been happy to relax, but I noticed that Kathleen
was staring at me.

I was uncertain what to do. I tried, "How can I serve you
ma'am?"

Kathleen said: "You may take my clothes off, do it gently!"

I took off her high heels, I hadn't noticed until then that they
were stilettos as before, and then I discovered she was also
wearing stockings again. I had to remove her panties first and I
wondered what she would do if I sniffed them now. I was
encouraged to do this because she lifted herself so I could
proceed. I was beginning to fumble with her garters when she
grabbed my hair and I was drawn into this strange pussy.

Just five or six hours ago I was a pervert and slapped for
sniffing her panties, now my face was buried in it. How strange,
I thought. She was slower than Sarah but after a while I could
feel the signs, but this time I just kept on, after the second
time she pushed my head away.

I waited maybe only a few seconds, when Kathleen said: "Don't
put any clothes on and go stand in the corner where you
installed the hook."

I felt like I received a kick. I started getting up, Kathleen
said: "We have to settle our accounts over the unauthorized
wine."

I knew protesting anything was useless.

Kathleen said, "You should also curtsy when leaving our
presence, don't forget."

Picture this, I am totally nude, these two women are somewhat
spent from sex, that I provided. I'm a little surly.

Kathleen says in a not nice tone: "If I observe reluctance or
anger, I will add it to my list; you better go before you're in
real trouble."

"Yes ma'am," I said and did two curtseys.

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