A Dinner Guest

A Dinner Guest

A late afternoon sun shone through the venetian blinds, it's creamy light tinged with hints of orange and red.

Mistress J called to sub, "Hurry, she'll be here any minute." sub placed the wooden spoon on the stove top leaving dinner to simmer. He hustled his sorry buns to the front door where Mistress J gently grabbed his shoulders and spun him slowly. Fussing with his outfit she fluffed the ribbon on the back letting it drape over his derriere. Then turning him, she made sure the white apron was smoothed, the sleeves were at the same length and that his skirts were even on all sides.

"Bend over," she commanded, and lifting the back of his maid's outfit, she saw that his panties were even at the tops of his thighs, the stocking set and garters were secured at their clips, and that his butt plug was secured but not visible. She then turned him again to the front, checked that his black cock cage was protruding through the open crotch in his panties, and locked. She then gave his balls a loving tap or two... or three.

"You're presentable. Mistress wants you to make her proud. Remember your place, be respectful and well mannered. Do not look our guest in the face until you are told to." The doorbell rang. "Now quick, on your knees, face the door, look at the floor and I'll let her in. Remember, make Mistress proud."

Mistress J stepped toward the door, glanced one last time in the mirror, saw that she was exquisite and leaned forward, placing her hand on the knob, she smiled and opened the door.

"Hi sweetie!" "Hi J, I'm so glad to see you again. Kiss!" And they did. Slightly more than sisterly, but mostly innocent. Mistress J took her guest's cloak, folded it slightly and placed it on the small chair by the door. sub noticed from his vantage near the floor a pair of red pumps, shiny and elegant. Lovely dark stockings, at least up to her ankles.

The women stepped out of the anteroom into the open spaces of the suite. "sub. Put Mistress B's coat in the closet and then come here and kneel before us." The two Mistresses were sitting at either end of the red settee, long legs crossed at the ankles. sub situated himself at their feet, looking down and listening intently.

"B, this is sub. sub this is B. You can address her as Mistress B when spoken to."

"So this is the new sissy sub J has been going on about. It looks harmless dear. A sissy you say. Keep him that way." sub felt a stirring in is cage. Mistress J, though loving and caring was very firm when needed and knew sub's soft spots, psychologically and physically. She had let him know that Mistress B was less caring about her own subs, and might seem harsh on first impression. Harsh was an deliberate understatement. She cared even less about others mistress's subs.

"I hear so many things about you from J sissy sub, good, bad and nasty." sub blushed.

Mistress J interjected, "sub, where are your manners, beg to kiss B's shoes." You may look at her when you beg.

Looking up a vision of perfection bathed sub eyes. Tall, blond, athletic, blue-eyed, red-lipped with a Gioconda smile, Mistress B ticked every box in sub's adolescent fantasy checklist. Dimples deviously appeared and disappeared as she smiled and extended her ankles. "Please, Mistress B, may sub kiss your shoes. I beg." sub leaned forward to kiss the proffered heel when B raised her left foot suddenly and shoved its pointed toe and sole squarely on sub's face. "Lick! Lick it clean sissy! No hands, just lick!"

sub immediately applied his willing tongue to the sole of Mistress B's shoe, licking slowly. sub glanced at Mistress J for an instant. "Don't look at me sub. Look at the shoe and do as you're told."

sub returned to his oral ministrations. "Now my heel. Suck on it sissy. Get it all in your pussy mouth." sub resisted gagging as the rubber tip scraped to the back of his tongue but to no avail. Mistress B was persistent. sub's gag reflex overwhelmed him, his eyes grew large and he pulled back, coughing and sputtering. Mistress B was aghast. "Your sissy needs more training," she exclaimed to Mistress J, "more heel sucking, more control!"

"Stand you pathetic neophyte!"

sub struggled to his feet, still recovering from the oral assault. Dripping drool down his chin and on the front of his smock, tears welling in his reddened eyes, he looked pleadingly at Mistress J. She just smiled, her hand in front of her mouth, suppressing a laugh. Then standing unsteadily, Mistress B proceeded to lift the front of his skirts with her toe and laughed. "Caged are we? Good! Step ahead and hold your skirts up." She leaned forward and reached for his cage, then pulled and twisted it. sub let out a deep moan, then a whine. "Don't whine at me you useless gob! Whimper! I want to hear you whimper! J, have you not taught this sissy to whimper? Whimper for me!"

sub tried to whimper. A sorry whimper escaped his lips. Mistress B continued tugging at his cage. "Again. Whimper!" sub again eked a sorry whimper. "Enough!" she said as she released him roughly from her grip. "This sissy clearly needs more whimper training. Shoe sucking and whimpering. More training!" Mistress J tried to suppress her laugh, but it burst out from her mouth. She knew and loved B's sense of the absurd. It was quite a humourous performance. "I love you," J smiled at B, and blew her a kiss. They laughed together as sub gathered himself, red-faced and dishevelled.

Mistress J then took charge of the moment. "sissy sub, back to the kitchen with you. Check on dinner and then bring us some wine glasses. The Crawford Sauvignon. Might as well bring the bottle too. Then complete your preparations."

"sissy sub has been preparing something special for us all afternoon. he claims to be a good cook. I know you gave up Taco Bell Taco Thursday to be here with us," J cackled. "he'd better make it worth your while."

sub moved about gingerly in the open kitchen. he checked on the Bouef Bourguignon in the oven, it was nearing it's heady completion. The salad was still in its formative stages, but the dressing was done. Desserts had been in the refrigerator all afternoon. He then took two wine glasses to the Mistresses with the chilled wine. He placed the glasses on coasters on the side tables and poured each a half glass.

sub curtsied and made his way to the dining table. It was laid out beautifully. Crisp linens, two place settings at the far corner. Plates were shined and the flatware sparkled. Wine glasses were carefully placed the right distance from the plate, and the flatware aligned to perfection to the left and right, next to the napkins. A simple flower arrangement and two long, red tapers, as requested by Mistress J completed the tableau.

Having not seen the other in weeks, his Mistresses had plenty to talk and laugh about. You could tell from the ease of their conversation and the flash of their eyes the two women really adored one another. sub's Mistress J was a very tall, dusky beauty with the most provocative green hazel eyes and a thick dark mane halfway down her back and a cascade that lovingly framed her breasts in the front. Mistress B was tall, blonde, coltish, with swimmingly lovely blue eyes and an easy smile. And dimples, those dimples. No one had warned sub that the devil would appear with dimples.

Mistress B leaned back against the settee, crossing one long leg over the other and studying the room with an amused smile. There was something effortless about her confidence. She didn't need to raise her voice or demand attention; somehow, attention simply found her.

J caught her eye and smiled. "You're enjoying yourself."

"Immensely," B replied. "Although I had expected a little more polish from this supposedly well-trained sissy of yours."

J laughed. "Give him time."

B glanced toward the kitchen, where sub was carefully arranging the dinner plates. "Oh, I'm giving him time. I'm curious to see whether there's actually a competent cook underneath all that nervousness."

She turned back to J, her expression softening for just a moment. "You always did have a weakness for taking strays under your wing."

"Perhaps," J said. "But you know me. I don't keep anyone around who doesn't matter to me."

B's teasing smile faded into something warmer. "I know. That's one of the things I've always liked about you."

For a moment, the room became quieter. Their friendship was obvious in the easy way they looked at one another the teasing, the familiarity, and the affection underneath it all.

Then B's mischievous smile returned.

"Still," she said, glancing toward the kitchen, "I intend to find out exactly what you've been teaching him."

J raised an eyebrow. "Careful. You may discover he's better trained than you think."

B laughed. "Now that would be interesting."

J held up the bottle of white wine. "A little more wine? Better get it before it warms up." B tilted her glass to accept the offering. J carefully poured half a glass knowing there would be more with dinner. A minute later sissy sub appeared, curtsied and announced dinner in 10 minutes. "Permission to go to the bathroom Mistress J?"

Before she could reply B seized the opportunity. "Me first." She stood up a little too quickly, tottered a bit, then grabbed sissy by the collar. "You, come with me. Where's your leash? Get it." sissy scuttled to the front door and took it down from its hook. Mistress B took it, attached it to his collar then turned and dragged him away. "You're with me, tongue." Again his look at Mistress J was waved off with a knowing smile.

Into the bathroom sissy followed Mistress B. She pulled him down to the floor and stood on his leash, pressing his cheek into the floor. "Wow, a new floor. Brazilian slate. Beautiful. She didn't tell me. You're so lucky." "Stay down there." Removing a shoe, she commanded, "Now suck on my toes slave. I love to have my toes sucked while I pee!"

Mistress B then proceeded to pull her panties down, sat and settled, then peed loudly against the porcelain. B loved the perverse pleasure of having a worthless man suckle her toes while performing this now less than intimate act. She withdrew her foot and stood, pulling her panties up. Again she sat. "Come to the edge of the bowl slave and admire my panties." Sub looked up and suppressed a laugh. Hello Kitty print panties. Will she never cease to surprise?

"Get up close and tell me you love them. I laughed so hard out there at your sorry whimper I leaked a bit. Look at the pretty kitties. Now, I haven't wiped myself. Bring that nose up here. Take a good long sniff. Get to know that smell. Don't ever forget it. Now lick gently at the gusset. Up and down you fool. Up and down, use that stupid tongue. Ah, that's it. Hello! Lick the kitty." B laughed at her clever joke then grabbed his wig and pressed his head from behind. She held him tightly to her crotch for a few seconds. "Now, back up, head to the floor, and beg me to give you these panties." "Please Mistress B, may sissy sub have your panties?" She pulled them down, stepped out of them and said, "Here, hold them for a second." She pulled him up roughly by the leash. Washing her hands, she said sternly, "Towel you fool. Dry my hands. Now do your filthy business then put my panties on over your silly cage. Wash up carefully and then come out and serve us. I'm famished." She turned quickly and took two steps, then turned back and bent over. "My shoe. Don't laugh you ass."

Mistress J was standing by the table as they returned. B, wobbling on one leg, pulling the shoe onto her foot burst out in a giggle and J smiled knowingly. She didn't know exactly what had gone on in there, but she trusted that B had not found sissy's training lacking. "Let's just sit now and admire sissy's efforts. I believe dinner is ready."

Indeed it was. The smell of fresh warm baguette on a cutting board preceded it's presentation at the table. "Dinner begins with a side salad, peppery arugula and pine nuts with lemon and olive oil dressing, under a flurry of shaved Parmigiano-Reggiano," sissy proclaimed before he returned to the kitchen.

J and B eyed each other and then, salad fork in hands started the proceedings. "I love arugula,'' sighed B, "and this dressing. Mmmm!" J smiled and said it was very nice. A dribble of dressing slid down from the corner of B's mouth like it knew where to go. J dabbed her with a napkin. "Thanks."

Sissy returned few minutes later. He curtsied and removed the salad plates. Returning with the wine he announced, "Wine with dinner is a Pinot Noir, Henry of Pelham Painted Wagon." He poured each of them a healthy glass.

Returning to the kitchen, sissy plated the main course, then went to the table and placed a steaming mound of heaven before each of the mistresses. "Bouef Bourguignon," he announced with just a hint of self satisfaction. He then stepped back and stood a few feet away carefully watching his Mistress's faces.

The room went strangely quiet.

Sub stood a few feet away, hands folded neatly behind his back, watching the two women take their first bites. For once, Mistress B offered no immediate remark. She simply chewed thoughtfully, her expression unreadable.

Mistress J glanced at her. "Well?"

B slowly set down her fork."Don't rush me."

J raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her sub's discomfort.

B took another small bite, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked directly at sub.

"You made this?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"From scratch?"

"Yes, Mistress B."

B leaned back and studied him. The teasing smile returned, but there was something different behind it now. "That's inconvenient."

Sub blinked.

J laughed. "Inconvenient?"

"Very. I was prepared to find something to criticize."

J lifted her wineglass. "And?"

B picked up her fork again. "And now I'm going to have to admit that the little fool can actually cook."

Sub couldn't quite suppress his smile.

B immediately noticed. "Don't look so pleased with yourself."

His smile disappeared.

J laughed again. "Oh, leave him alone. He worked all afternoon for this."

B took another bite and nodded slowly. "Yes. He did."

She looked toward him again. "Come here, sub."

He stepped closer.

"You wanted to impress us tonight?"

"Yes, Mistress."

B smiled. "Then you're off to a very interesting start. Now back to your station and listen carefully to me."

"You stand to our side now, attentive to our needs, waiting for our next request, your next order. Supposedly a man, you are dressed in a lovely French Maid's outfit, panties, hosiery and sensible shoes with Mary Jane heels. What a ridiculous picture of manhood. You are sorry, pitiful and sorry. But you don't deserve nor will you receive our pity, and do you know why?"

sub moved his lips and almost responded... he was cut short. "Because we are your superiors in every way. We are women and we are superior to you. J and I belong to a group of superior women, an organization of Dommes who operate in our lives inside of this paradigm. To us it is certainty, a principal that is the absolute truth in our universe. Women are all that really matters; their comfort, their pleasure, their happiness, their friendship and collaboration. In order to maintain this paradigm, this truth of the universe, we have to use inferiors to provide for us in these areas." B took a large gulp of wine.

"This meal that you provided is today's measure of our success in these endeavours. A lowly man in service to his Mistress has done his earnest best to make her proud... of her success in sharing this evening of pleasure with her fellow woman, her fellow superior. Any pride in her sub is residual, incidental."

sub's heart sank in the face of this truth. Mistress J had said to him, remember make Mistress proud. Not proud of him, proud of her and her ability to mould, shape and bend him to serve her needs and tonight the needs of her friend.

"Stop your wallowing now pig man. It's distasteful."

"J, this bourguignon is exceptional. The sauce is thick and aromatic, sweet, yet tart, the beef falls apart on my tongue. The pearl onions are a treat." J smiled and nodded in agreement. She mopped up some of the gravy with her piece of baguette and washed it down with a large gulp of wine.

"Come closer, sissy in your sissy outfit." Mistress B took her plate from the table and held it in front of her. Bit's of the dinner remained, a small piece of baguette crust, pieces of carrot and half a pearl onion. "Does sissy deserve a treat for his efforts? Remember, there is no right answer. These questions are rhetorical." She then spat on the plate, held it closer and spat again contemptuously.

"Here you go sissy. A reward for your efforts. Your Mistress indicates that she is proud of the way the evening is turning out for us. She has trained you well."

B handed the plate to sissy. "Put it on the floor over there." She pointed to a spot away from the table. " Now bend down, no, get on your knees facing away from me and eat. Relish my leftovers and my gift." She put her shoe on sissy's skirted behind and pushed. He tipped over face first onto the plate. "Clean it up you pitiful loser. At your age and you still don't know how to eat properly."

sissy gobbled up what he could and licked the plate clean. It was Mistress B's wish, his command.

When he finished he got to his feet, plate in hand and curtsied and put the plate in the sink for rinsing. He wiped his face and returned to the table. "Seconds?" he asked. "No my sissy. That was filling and delicious. I am pleased." sissy took Mistress J's plate into the kitchen to be rinsed.

The women talked about matters and laughed about their weeks. Both had had busy evenings. Times were good, clients were plentiful. They shared stories of some forgettable encounters, some memorable. Laughter filled the room.

The lights were lowered and the Mistress's faces glowed in the light from the two tall red tapers. Women, smiling, happy, talking and looking beautiful.

sissy took the desserts from the refrigerator and uncovered the ramekins. he cut around the edges of the ramekins with a sharp knife, then put them quickly into hot water for half a minute. Then on dessert plates he inverted the ramekins, tapped them gently and then removed the ramekins. Then, after placing them on a serving tray he brought them to the table. "Dessert is served. Creme Caramel."

Again the women were taken aback. Two beautiful Creme Caramels sat in front of them. They got down low to the table, turned their plates and inspected them. "I love the way the creme is tinged with hints of orange and red. The caramel is a lovely pool. It all jiggles delightfully," Mistress J exclaimed, tapping the plate gently with her dessert spoon.

"More wine or coffees Mistresses?" asked sissy sub.

"Coffee for me sub," replied Mistress J.

"I will just have more wine." Mistress B was starting to really enjoy the evening.

sub poured another half glass of wine for Mistress B, and then fetched the carafe of coffee for Mistress J. The women were slowly and lovingly devouring their desserts. B wiped the plate with her finger to suck the caramel off of it then took the last spoonful of creme.

"It's so luscious and creamy and slides down my throat. You know sub, there's nothing I like better than a nice thick load of cream sliding down my throat. How about you?"

Dumbfounded, sub stuttered a word or two and was cut off. "Of course you do. You'd love to have a load at the back of your throat, gagging you. Right sissy dumpster?" sissy blushed through his makeup.

"This gives me an idea. sissy, strip out of that ridiculous maid's outfit. I want to see you in your underlovlies."

sissy stripped as ordered, folded his outfit carefully and placed it over a chair. Mistress b curled her finger tip and beckoned sissy to her side. Mistress J was surprised to see the Hello Kitty panties over his cock cage. She pointed and laughed while sipping her coffee.

"I can't take a single spoonful more," she said.

"Great! Save it for the fun. Now sissy, aren't your underthings just lovely. Spin for me and Mistress J. Again, spin, faster faster, spin!" Soon sissy became dizzy and almost fell over.

"I love the lace and floral prints on your matching bra and panties. What size are you?"

"46A" sissy replied righting himself.

"You must have tiny boobs to match your tiny cock. J, hand me your knife." Mistress B grabbed sissy by the cage, pulled it roughly, then grabbed the panties, slipped the knife under the cage and pulled up quickly and with a flourish sliced the panties open and leaving sissy's cage sticking out. "Ta-da!"

J laughed at B's antics. "I can't wait to see what's next," she chuckled.

"See? You're going to play a big part. I've seen enough of you sitting back and letting me do all the work. You've trained him to be ready, now put him through his paces. This is the real event."

"sissy, lie flat on your back on the floor over here. Head over there and your lovely sensible shoes down here. J, bring the two candles and the rest of your dessert over here and get out of your dress and down to your undies like sissy."

Mistress J gave the two candles to her friend, then removed the dress over her head. B eyed her lovingly. "I always loved you in black tights and a bra... and out of it."

"Here's what we're going to do. J is going to put the last of her dessert in her mouth, and lean over you from above your head, keeping the creme warm for a second. sissy you're going lie there and open your mouth as wide as possible looking up, do not close your eyes. Okay, J, snowball your filthy little sissy. Let it all drip into his open mouth. Now spit in there to seal the deal."

Mistress J followed her instructions unquestioningly.

"Don't close your mouth sissy... now J, sit firmly on his face! Go on, he's yours, you trained him, sit! he's been dying for weeks to be anywhere near your lovely pussy and ass."

Mistress J sat firmly on sissy's face. She raised herself a bit, sissy struggled to swallow the creme snowball. He gulped for air. Mistress J lowered herself again for a few seconds, then allowed him some air. Mistress B roughly raised sissy's bra above his nipples, then massaged them vigourously. He whimpered. B looked at J, and they nodded.

"Take this candle and drip the wax on his nipples. They're not red enough. I'll be down here over his cage sitting on his ankles. Look, he's growing in there, the pervert." J got her rhythm, raised her ass then lowered herself after she dripped the wax, stifling any screams. B, keeping the same rhythm dripped red wax on the sissy flesh trying to escape out the sides of his cage. sissy tried to make a sound, but all he could do is wait desperately for Mistress to raise her ass, desperately gulp some air, then suffer the ministrations of his tormentors.

This seemed interminable for the victim, but only lasted a minute or three. Then the two Mistresses dripped wax on their targets while Mistress J raised her ass allowing sissy to catch his breath. She would lower it as sissy reached for her tights with his tongue and licked at her lovingly. My god he thought, St. Peter wishes he was guarding these gates.

This went on for seven or eight minutes till his nipples and cage were sufficiently coated in red wax.

Mistress J gave him a last 20 second sit, then got up from her seat.

'Wow, thanks B. That was fun. Let me catch my breath. What's next?"

"I need a drink. More wine." She fetched her glass and poured a bit more. J asked for half a glass. "Whoa, a need this too." sissy lay quietly on the floor, shaking and quaking a bit, trying to recover.

The women sat back on the settee while sub lay at their feet.

"Mistress J tells me you have a bag of toys useless sub. Go fetch it."

sub got up off the floor and went to get the bag and brought it back to the mistresses.

"Open it and show Mistress B what toys you have and what they're for."

"This is my doggy bone gag Mistress, it keeps me quiet when I want to scream or whimper. This is my doggy butt plug for when I crawl on the floor and beg Mistress J for my meal in a bowl on the floor next to my water. This is a ceramic glass probe with a ring handle for putting up my sissy ass and twisting and turning and pushing and pulling till I squirm. These are my different coloured panties and thongs, red, black, pink and white. Finally this is my vibrating cock ring to keep me hard and long achingly for release."

"That's a lovely start sissy, but you'll need more if you're to keep Mistress J amused. Bring the doggy gag to me and we'll put it on. There, it's snug and it will keep you quieter."

"J, where's your crop?" We're nearing the end of the evening. sissy has earned its reward."

Mistress J instructed sissy to fetch the crop from the bedroom and bring it... quickly. He brought it to Mistress J and laid it across her open palms.

"Now I'm going to tap your red nipples with the crop till the wax falls off. Stand up, stand still, spread your legs and brace yourself."

Sissy was brave and endured several sharp raps on his sore nipples, squirming and whimpering quietly. When most of the wax was removed, Mistress B took the crop from Mistress J and started tapping poor sissy's cage-trapped cock and balls till pieces of the wax broke free. sissy danced uncontrollably and sucked in a huge breath, releasing it with a gag-muffled scream.

"Excellent control sissy. Lesser fools have crumpled. Now sissy, we'll need you to stand behind the settee, place your hands on the back, get a good grip and hold tight. Mistress J is going to spank your sorry little ass. I will sit here with my wine glass. I want you to count out the smacks in Latin, from unus to decem nice and loud. Sets of ten now. I will count with you. Remember to thank your Mistresses after the set."

Mistress J raised her hand an brought it down on sissy's ass, "Unus, dues, tres, quattuor, quinque, sex, septum, octo, novem, decem."

"Thank you Mistress Jennifer and Mistress Britney.

"Great! Next set. Remember, it's now-em not nah-vem. This time with the crop J. I'd love to see those creamy cheeks tinged with orange and red."

Mistress J stepped back a bit, tapped sissy's ass with the crop a few times to get her aim and to prepare him.

"Again, unus, dues, tres, quattuor, quin-..." and Mistress B stopped her count. The count continued loudly, with out her to decem.

"Thank you Mistress Jennifer and Mistress Britney?"

She had fallen asleep on the settee. Mistress J shook her gently. No response. A gentle snoring was proof she was out.

"Help me sissy. I will grab her ankles and you take her her under the shoulders. Gentle now, we'll lift her and take her to my bedroom. The sweet dear has had a long day and a bit too much wine."

Mistress J let out a laugh as they laid her on her bed. Mistress B's skirt had ridden up revealing a thatch of pubic hair shaved in the shape of a heart and dyed bright pink. "That nutter. I love her so. I saw a sub at an event with a similar patch. I expressed my disapproval of the look. She remembered and did this to tease me. What a sweetie."

Mistress J tucked her friend in, kissed her gently on the forehead, then turned out the light and she and sub left the room.

They stood in the hallway, Mistress and her now slightly shattered sissy. Mistress J took him by the shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "sissy, I appreciate all the effort you put in to this evening. You made Mistress very proud. Mistress is very proud... of you. Come here and rest your head on my shoulder and say what you need to say."

sub leaned into his his Mistress, wept quietly and said resting his head on her shoulder, "I love you Mistress Jennifer." Mistress hugged her sissy lovingly.

"I love you too my sissy. Now clean up yourself and this stuff and the dishes, and I'll get you a pillow and blanket, you can sleep on the settee tonight. In the morning we will put Mistress B in her Uber, then we will have a relaxing light breakfast. I will take you downstairs to the gym and pool. We will have a sauna and a long dip in the hot tub to wash away all our cares. Then you can bring me upstairs and give me a long massage."

"Good night my sweetie."

"Good night Mistress Jennifer."

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