Safeword: Mayday by Candace Blevins
Chapter 39
Marcus’s housekeeper, Amy, had cooked dinner for the threesome, and was serving it to them in nothing but a collar, a slim chain around her waist, and some high-heeled shoes so tall, she was practically walking like a ballerina en pointe.
Ruby had moved out on Saturday after taking a week to find an apartment, and Kyle and Heather had started their three-week stint with Marcus Saturday evening when Heather had arrived home after hosting the first part of a day for a bachelor party — climbing wall for everyone, and a parachute jump from the helicopter for the ones brave enough to try it.
Their week had flown by without the smallest problem, and it was now Friday evening, and Amy was on loan to them for forty-eight hours while her Master had relatives in town visiting.
Marcus had explained to Heather that Amy craved being owned, and was happiest when she was being treated as a slave. She’d been with her master more than two years, and she had very few limits. She had a safeword with Marcus, but she didn’t have one with her Master.
Heather, Kyle, and Marcus had dressed up for dinner, and Amy had prepared an appetizer of bruschetta and several kinds of dip with garlic bread, then there was a salad, and the main dinner course of grilled salmon and a side of couscous with ginger. Dessert was a delicious homemade lemon sherbet.
While they were on their salad course, Marcus decided it was time to talk about their week.
“I realize our first week isn’t over yet, but I’d like to get your input on how our living arrangements have worked, or not worked, for both of you.”
Heather took a bite of her salad, the walnuts and orange pieces mixing perfectly with whatever kind of cheese Amy had used. “You brought it up, why don’t you go first.”
Marcus swallowed his food and grinned. “I’ve loved it. I know we aren’t going to have sex every evening and every morning, it isn’t practical. We started out pretty heavy with things, but the nights we’ve just gone to bed and gone to sleep, that’s been nice, too. I love having the two of you here.”
Heather looked at Kyle. “How about you?” She wanted his input before she gave hers, to make sure he wasn’t just echoing whatever she said. If he had a strong opinion he’d voice it, but if he didn’t much care either way, he’d almost always speak to however Heather felt.
“I miss having my own kitchen — my knives, my pots and pans. I’ll be ready to go home in two weeks, but not because I’m tired of this, just because I miss being around my stuff. If you wanted to spend next week at my house with us, I wouldn’t object to that in the least.”
Heather looked from Kyle, to Marcus, and back to Kyle. That was the problem with sitting between them, she had to choose who to look at when she talked. She decided to start her statement looking at Kyle.
“I’ve been happy here, too. I’ve been going back and forth between houses, depending on who is on call and who isn’t.” She looked at Marcus. “I don’t like it when I’m at Kyle’s and you’re alone at night. I think the three of us changing houses every other week might be a good short-term solution.”
Marcus placed his fork on his plate, taking the time to line it up so it was parallel with the edge of the table before looking at Heather. “A good short-term solution? I agree, but does that mean you agree a long-term solution is for the three of us to decide on a place to live, and then move into it?”
Heather swiveled her head to look at Kyle, giving him a questioning look, wanting his opinion.
Kyle picked up her cue. “How about we do the every-other-week thing for, say, six weeks? Eight weeks? And then decide if we want to all three move in together permanently. It’ll make adding a fourth easier, I think, because whoever it is will be coming into a threesome already well established in the same home. It should keep us from getting back to that dynamic of two couples under one roof that we had with Ruby.”
By the time dessert had been served, the three had hammered out a fairly comprehensive agreement that included paying Amy to keep both houses stocked as well as having her move the perishables from one house to the other each Friday.
Marcus ordered Amy to prepare a one-and-a-half-quart enema bucket while they ate their dessert, and once they were finished eating, he had her drop to hands and knees on the kitchen floor. He put a nozzle in her ass with balloons he pumped up to hold it in place, and then released the water into her bowels, not slowing the flow even when she gasped and was in obvious distress. The bucket emptied fairly quickly, and Marcus closed the tubing and disconnected it from the bucket.
“Clean the kitchen, put everything away, and then join us in the playroom.”
“Of course, Sir.”
When they arrived in the playroom, Kyle dropped to his knees and said, “My Lady, I have a request, please.”
“Of course, Kyle. Speak.”
“Sometimes, I get jealous of the way Amy is treated. Not... I mean, I don’t want to be a slave all the time, but sometimes, I’d like to be treated more like a slave and less like a submissive.”
When she’d made him talk to her about the things he masturbated to, one of them was visualizing being treated like a slave, though he’d been clear, at the time, that he didn’t actually want to be treated like one, and it was only fantasy material. Clearly, he wanted it to be at least a little real, now.
“And tonight is one of those times?”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“You want to be treated as property, your feelings not taken into account for tonight? Here for my pleasure. You want to be objectified and used?”
A few months ago, this would’ve horrified her, but tonight, she desperately hoped he’d agree this was what he wanted.
He was looking at the floor so she couldn’t see his eyes, but she could hear the need in his voice. “Please, my Lady.”
Her empty pussy tightened at his words.
“Rules for slaves are different than the rules for submissives. Slaves don’t get a say in who their Mistress tells them to obey, and that means you’ll obey any orders Marcus gives you tonight. If you can’t handle that, tell me now, so we can stop before we start.”
Heather knew she was pushing him, but she’d also learned someone asking to be seen as a slave needed to be pushed past their comfort levels.
“I...” Kyle’s jaw muscle flexed, but Heather let him work through whatever conflicts were going through his head. Finally, he said, “If we’re to be a true foursome, I’ll have to learn to deal with it whether I’m submissive or slave. Tonight seems as good a time as any for it to start, Ma’am and Sir.”
Well, that was unexpected, and would need to be explored, but later.
Heather felt a sadistic smile forming on her face, and she looked at Marcus to make sure he saw it, then looked back at Kyle. “Wonderful. Clothes off, lube your ass and insert a medium plug, then put yourself into the standing cage. Marcus and I are going into the other room. When we return I expect to see you in the cage, naked, your hands over your head holding onto the bars, with your erection pushed through the bars, sticking out. On fucking display.”
She walked to a drawer, grabbed a lock, pulled the key out of it, hung the lanyard around her neck, and offered him the lock. Marcus had all the locks in here keyed the same, but each one still had a key in it when it was being stored. “Secure yourself into the cage. Marcus and I will be in the next room. If you should need us before we return, we’ll be able to hear you. You do not have permission to come tonight unless Marcus or I give you permission.”
Heather watched his face and expected protest, because for him to agree to Marcus being the one to grant permission to orgasm would be a huge step.
But she’d come to the same conclusion Kyle had — if they were to be a true foursome, both Tops would need control over both bottoms. The expected flash of protest didn’t cross his face, though, and he held his hand out, waiting for her to place the lock into it. “I understand, my Lady. I am yours, and I will submit to others at your command.”
She thought that through and realized what he was saying. He would submit to Marcus, but only because she wanted him to. She wasn’t sure about that, and she looked up at Marcus, but he gave a single nod, so she let it go. She twisted the shackle around so it couldn’t be accidentally locked, and placed it into Kyle’s hand. “I love you. If it gets to be too much tonight, I expect you to let me know.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
She turned and walked out, heading into the other room so she and Marcus could talk about the plans for the evening.
She poured herself some tea from the refrigerator and sat at the small table in the kitchenette. “Anything in particular you want to do to Amy tonight?”
“Her Master’s rules state she isn’t allowed on furniture unless someone places her there — that includes kitchen chairs, sofas, even beds. At her Master’s house, it also means the toilet, but I don’t have a place for her to use the bathroom outside where I can guarantee no one will see, so she’s allowed to use the toilet when she’s here. I caught her standing on a kitchen chair today, to get something off the top shelf. That’s a use of furniture, and I feel certain she was testing me to see if I’ll let her bend the rules, so she must be punished.”
Marcus sat without getting anything to drink. “I spoke with her Master, thinking perhaps since she was using it in service that the punishment might be different, but he says since she knew where the stepladder is stored, nearby in the garage, and since the stepladder is defined as a tool and not furniture, that the punishment will be the same as if she sat on the sofa. So she’ll be getting fifty strokes of the cane, and he expects to see a photo taken tomorrow morning of her ass. If it isn’t marked to his satisfaction, he’ll repeat the punishment when he arrives home, so I’ll have to be pretty harsh with it.”
He gave Heather a half grin. “Truth? I’m looking forward to it. The sadist in me is going to fully enjoy it. Part of me wonders if she did it on purpose, because she wants the punishment, but she’s not my slave, so that’s not my call — I’m just the one administering the punishment, tonight.”
“Do I want to flog Kyle’s back while you cane her, or should I put his mouth to good use?”
“Totally up to you. Since this is punishment, designed for maximum pain, the fifty stripes will only take around fifteen minutes at a rate of approximately four per minute.” He leaned back in his chair. “I have an idea of how the evening might end — with me fucking your ass, you with a strap on fucking Amy’s ass, and Amy pegging Kyle’s ass. Your dildo will have an extension going up into your pussy. Amy’s will not. Amy will sleep standing up tonight, or catnap, more likely, supported in the stand-up cage, and since Kyle wants to feel like a slave, I suggest you put him into the other cage for the night.”
“I haven’t strap-on fucked him or pegged him or whatever yet, so she doesn’t get to.”
“Okay then, me in Amy’s ass, Amy wearing a dildo that goes into your pussy but not hers, and Kyle fucks your ass. We can put the two of you into some kind of swing bondage, so when I slam into Amy, it makes her slam into you.”
Heather’s insides heated up at the visual, and Marcus chuckled. Heather rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her body’s reaction. “Yeah, okay, and at the end, in the final position, the grand finale, you’ll give the command for Kyle and Amy to orgasm.”
Marcus nodded. “Agreed, but we’ll need to have a talk about it later. He’s never been okay with it before, but he agreed as if it’s a decision he’s already come to, and was waiting for one of us to bring it up.”
“I got the same feeling, so yeah, we’ll do it tonight so he’ll be confronted with it head on and will know if he’s comfortable doing it again, and then we can talk about it in the coming days.” She downed the last of her tea and asked, “Would it be okay for Amy to have to give Kyle a blowjob while she’s being caned? And would it be okay for you to let me give her some of the cane strokes?”
Heather hadn’t been completely comfortable with the idea when it was Ruby, but for some reason, she was completely okay with Kyle and Amy interacting sexually, so long as she or Marcus commanded them to.
He nodded. “That sounds good. We’ll put a ring gag in her to make sure there are no accidents between her teeth and Kyle’s cock if a strike catches her off guard.
Heather winced. “Good thinking. Why the enema for Amy, if you don’t have anything extremely anal in mind for her?”
“Her master gives her that size enema every Friday, and requires her to do housework while holding it. She isn’t allowed to relieve herself until the tasks he gives her are complete. Once a month, she gets a series of painful large volume enemas with irritants in the first two, to make sure she cramps hard. This week was a small enema though, and part of the deal for me to have her this weekend was that I had to administer the quart and a half enema and require that she finish a task before being allowed to relieve herself.”
“And you want a slave that you have that kind of control over?”
“Eventually, yes. I may never find her — someone I fall in love with who happens to have the temperament, the soul, of a slave. Amy is perfect, but she belongs to Blake and I would never poach someone else’s slave.”
Heather wanted to ask more questions, but wasn’t sure where to start, so she went back to discussing what would happen during the evening’s scene. “What about me, anything you’ve planned for me that I should know about?”
“I’ll flog you to start. Amy’s master says she’ll need a minimum of thirty minutes to be sure the enema’s done its job, but forty-five minutes to an hour is better if we aren’t in a hurry. You can leave Kyle in the cage while I flog you. I think I may fuck you, too, while I’m at it. Caning Amy later will get me hard again, so I’ll be ready for our grand finale.”