"After my wife's passing, I've been lost. But now, my daughter May, newly eighteen, has taken control. She demands my submission, awakening desires I never knew I had.

Chapter 2: Building Tension

The morning sun shines into my room waking me up, I don't feel hungover for the first time since alice's death but I feel like a need a drink as the weight of the collar on my neck brings back memories of what happened last night.

"I am the worst." I say to myself as I remember the feel of having my cock in May, my daughter whos 25 years younger then me.

I shake my head trying to clear the thoughts as I hear footsteps approaching my door. I quickly put on a shirt and pants as May enters my room.

"Morning, Dad," she says, her voice bright and cheerful. Too cheerful for this early in the morning, especially after last night.

"Morning, May," I reply, my voice gruff. "I'm sorry May, I never should have done those things with you last night. Its not right for a man to do those things to his daughter." I say, my voice filled with regret and shame.

May raises an eyebrow, her expression unchanging. "Those things, Dad?" she asks, her voice casual, as if we're discussing the weather instead of the fact that I had my cock inside her last night.

I clear my throat, uncomfortable under her scrutiny. "You know what I mean, May," I mutter, avoiding her gaze.

She sighs, walking over to the window and pulling the curtains open, letting the sunlight stream in. "Tom, we've talked about this," she says, her voice patient, as if explaining something to a child. "I am the one who decides what's right for you since you cant be trusted to do it yourself. Now get up and kneel for me." Her tone brooks no argument, and I find myself complying without thought, my body moving automatically to the position she's commanded. I kneel before her, my head bowed, my hands resting on my thighs.

May paces in front of me, her bare feet padding on the hardwood floor, her presence filling the room. She's dressed in a crisp white blouse and a black pencil skirt, her hair falling around her shoulders like fire.

She looks every inch the dominant, and I feel a shiver run down my spine at the sight of her.

"Better," she says, stopping in front of me. "Now, listen carefully. Last night was just the beginning. We have a lot of work to do."

I nod, my gaze fixed on the floor. "Yes, Mistress," I reply, my voice steady.

She reaches out, her fingers tilting my chin up, forcing me to meet her gaze. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Tom," she commands, her voice firm yet gentle.

I comply, meeting her gaze, taking in the fiery determination burning in her eyes. "Last night was just the beginning," she repeats, her voice low and serious. "We have a long road ahead of us, and it won't be easy. But I promise you, it will be worth it."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Mistress," I reply, my voice steady despite the nerves churning in my stomach.

She smiles, a small, satisfied smile that sends a jolt of warmth straight to my heart. "Good boy," she murmurs, her fingers releasing my chin. "Now who decides if last night what a mistake or not." May asked, her voice calm and collected.

I hesitated, taken aback by her question. "Well, I suppose you do, Mistress," I replied, my voice uncertain.

She stares down at me, her expression serious. "You suppose?" May raises an eyebrow, her voice sharp. "There's no supposing here, Tom. I decide. Not you."

I bow my head, acknowledging her correction. "Yes, Mistress. You decide."

She paces in front of me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her presence commanding. "Last night wasn't a mistake, Tom. It was a step forward. A necessary one."

I swallow hard, her words echoing in my mind. Necessary? How could anything about last night be necessary?

As if reading my thoughts, May stops in front of me, her gaze intense. "Yes necessary, you need to learn I am in charge and I decide what is best for you." May stated firmly, her eyes locked onto mine. "But why, May? Why do you want to do this to me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Because you need it, Tom. You need someone to take control, to guide you, to help you find your way back to yourself." She replied, "Today is the last time you will get away with calling me May instead of Mistress when I am in charge. If I call you Tom I am Mistress if I call you Dad then you may call me May." She said, her voice stern. "Understood, Mistress." I replied, my head still bowed. "Good, now stand up and follow me to the kitchen. We have a lot of work to do today." She commanded, turning on her heel and exiting the room. I stood up, following her out of the room and down the hallway to the kitchen. "Now come here Tom" Mistress commands.

I walk over to where she stands by the kitchen island, my eyes scanning the mess that is our kitchen. Dirty dishes pile high in the sink, crumbs litter the countertops, and empty bottles line the recycling bin. It's a far cry from the pristine space Alice used to maintain.

"What do you see, Tom?" Mistress asks, her voice calm yet expectant.

I look around, taking in the chaos. "Our kitchen, Mistress," I reply, my voice steady.

She shakes her head, her fiery hair cascading around her shoulders. "No, Tom.

What you see is a reflection of your neglect, your lack of care for yourself and this house," Mistress corrects, her voice firm yet gentle. "This is what happens when you give up, when you stop living."

I wince at her words, feeling the sting of truth in them. She's right. I've let myself go, let this house fall into disrepair. All because I couldn't face the void left behind by Alice's passing.

Mistress continues, "Today, we start fixing this. Together. But first, you need to understand that this is not just about cleaning a house.

It's about taking control, about reclaiming your life, Tom. And it starts with you kneeling before me, asking for my forgiveness for letting things get this bad."

I hesitate, her words striking a chord deep within me. Again. I've let things spiral out of control, and I owe it to Alice, to myself, to make things right.

I sink to my knees, my gaze fixed on the floor. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I say, my voice thick with emotion. "I've failed you, failed this house, failed Alice's memory.

I'm sorry, Mistress. Please, forgive me."

The silence stretches out, heavy and thick, as Mistress considers my words. I can feel her gaze on me, burning into the top of my head, and I resist the urge to squirm.

Finally, she speaks. "Forgiveness isn't given freely, Tom. It's earned. And I'm willing to help you earn it."

Relief washes over me, followed by a surge of determination. I look up at her, meeting her gaze. "Thank you, Mistress. I won't let you down."

She nods, her expression serious. "I know you will be a good boy, now you will clean, wash dishes and bring me what I ask for. Now bring me two bowls, flower, baking soda, sugar and salt." Mistress commands, her voice firm yet gentle.

I stand up, my body moving automatically to obey her command. I locate the items she requested, carrying them over to the kitchen island where she stands, her eyes watching my every move.

"Good boy," she murmurs, her praise sending a warm glow through me. "Now, wipe down the counters until I ask you for more ingredients" Mistress commands while mixing ingredients in a bowl.

I grab a sponge and begin scrubbing the countertops, working diligently to remove the layers of grime and dirt. The scent of lemon fills the air as I clean, the familiar smell bringing back memories of Alice's cooking.

"Bring me milk eggs butter a clean frying pan and a ramekin." Mistress commands pulling my attention fully to her.

I quickly gather the items she requested, placing them on the counter beside her. She turns to me, her eyes scanning the countertop, assessing my work.

"Back to cleaning, I want this kitchen clean today." Mistress says with a dismissive wave as she portions butter into the small dish and melts it in the microwave.

I return to my task, scrubbing the countertops with renewed vigor, eager to please her.

After a few minutes, she speaks again, "Tom, bring me the whisk and the vanilla extract."

I fetch the items and hand them to her, watching as she combines the melted butter with the vanilla, creating a fragrant mixture. She hums softly to herself, a tune that's both familiar and comforting, reminding me of happier times.

"You do not have time to watch me right now, Back to work Tom."

I nod, returning to my task, scrubbing the countertops with renewed vigor. The sound of Mistress moving around the kitchen fills the air, the sounds of whisking, the soft hum of the stove gas below the pan as it preheats. I steal glances at her whenever I can, watching as she moves with confidence and grace, her fiery hair cascading around her shoulders.

Suddenly, she turns to me, her eyes narrowing. "Tom, what are you doing?"

I freeze, caught red-handed. "I-I was just...

admiring you, Mistress," I stammer, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

She raises an eyebrow, her expression stern. "Admiring me, Tom? Or distracting yourself from your task?"

I hang my head, chastened. "Distracting myself, Mistress. I'm sorry."

She sighs, walking over to me and placing a hand on my shoulder. "I understand that this is new for you, Tom. But you must focus on the task at hand. Can you do that for me?"

I nod, her touch sending a jolt of warmth through me. "I'll focus."

She waves her hand, dismissing me. "bring me a large plate."

I quickly retrieve a large plate from the cabinet, placing it on the counter beside her.

"Good, now back to work," she says, her voice confident as she begins to cook pancakes one after the other making a large stack.

"Tom set the table for three and then come here." Mistress commands while cooking, retrieving bacon from the fridge.

I quickly set the table for three, ensuring the cutlery is placed correctly, and the napkins are neatly folded. I can feel Mistress's eyes on me, assessing my every move, and I take care to do everything perfectly.

Once the table is set, I return to Mistress's side, standing attentively. She glances at me, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good job, Tom," she murmurs, her praise sending a warm glow through me. she reaches for my neck removing my collar "Now go and wait for our guest to arrive, take her bag and bring her back here, I will serve you breakfast when you return." I feel something missing as the collar is removed from my neck but I know mistress is doing it so I am not uncomfortable around our guest.

I walk to the front door and wait for whoever the mystery guest Mistress was talking about it, I only have to wait a few minutes before I hear a knock on the door.

I open it to find Elizabeth, May's best friend, standing there with a duffel bag and a nice leather box tucked under her arm in hand.

"Elizabeth, what are you doing here?" I ask, surprised to see her.

She smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "May invited me over to help clean up and to bring her something."

"would you like me to take your bag? Mis-May is in the kitchen making breakfast for us." I gesture for her to come in, taking the duffel bag from her shoulder. "Here, let me take that for you."

Elizabeth steps inside, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She's dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, her dark hair pulled back into a neat bun. She looks around, taking in the state of the house, her expression unreadable.

"Thanks, Mr. Thompson," she says, handing me the leather box.

I lead her to the kitchen, where Mistress is flipping pancakes with practiced ease.

The aroma of bacon fills the air, making my stomach rumble. Elizabeth follows me in, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene. Mistress glances up, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Liz, you made it," she says, her voice warm yet commanding. "Just in time for breakfast."

Elizabeth smiles back, her eyes flicking between Mistress and me. "I see you've started already," she remarks, her gaze lingering on the collar lying on the counter.

Mistress nods, her expression serious. "Yes, Tom and I have made significant progress. Haven't we, Tom?" Mistress says, her eyes locking onto mine, a silent command passing between us.

I nod, my gaze flicking to Elizabeth before returning to Mistress.

"I brought you the things you asked for May" Elizabeth says with a smile, something about it makes me feel the two are up to something.

"Great, we can deal with that after breakfast, both of you have a seat and ill serve you both breakfast." she says with a soft voice that gives no room for disagreement. I pull out a chair for Elizabeth, waiting for her to sit before taking my own seat across from her. Mistress places a plate piled high with pancakes and bacon in front of each of us, the steam rising from the food filling the air with a tantalizing aroma. My mouth waters at the sight, my stomach growling in anticipation.

"Eat up, both of you," Mistress commands, taking her seat at the head of the table. She watches us intently, her eyes flicking between Elizabeth and me as we dig into our food.

Elizabeth takes a bite, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure.

"These are amazing, May," she says, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth.

Mistress smiles, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I'm glad you think so, Liz. Now, tell me about your trip."

Elizabeth swallows, taking a sip of her orange juice before speaking. "It was uneventful, really. Just the usual traffic."

Mistress walks over to the kitchen island and comes back with a plate for herself and begins eating. "Dad, did you ask Liz if she wanted anything to drink? she is our guest after all." Mistress says, her voice stern, her gaze flicking to me.

I clear my throat, embarrassed by my oversight. "I apologize, Mistress. Elizabeth, would you like some coffee or tea?"

Elizabeth smiles, her eyes softening. "Coffee would be great, thank you, Mr. Thompson."

I stand up, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring Elizabeth a cup of coffee. I add a splash of cream and a spoonful of sugar, just the way she likes it, before placing it in front of her.

"Thank you," she says, her voice warm.

"So, May, what's been going on here?" Elizabeth asks, her gaze flicking between Mistress and me.

Mistress smiles, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, Liz, you know I can't reveal all my secrets. Let's just say, Tom and I have been making progress."

Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Progress, huh? Well, I'm glad to hear it. It's about time someone snapped him out of his funk."

I bristle at her words, feeling a pang of irritation.

"Liz be nice, dad is going through a lot, I am as well." Mistress says in my defense making me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Elizabeth's gaze softens, her expression contrite. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson. That was insensitive of me. I didn't mean any harm."

I wave off her apology, focusing on my food. "It's fine, Elizabeth. Really."

Elizabeth looks at Mistress "So what's the plan for cleaning today?" she asks, her eyes scanning the messy kitchen.

Mistress leans back in her chair, her gaze thoughtful. "Well, Liz, I thought we could tackle the kitchen together. Tom will clean the counters and dishes, and you can clean the table and floor."

Elizabeth nods, her eyes flicking to me saying "Sounds like a plan, May. Lets finish breakfast and get to it."

I finish my stack of pancakes before Elizabeth does and take both my and Mistress's plates to the sink adding them to stack of dishes. "Dad, did you enjoy your breakfast?" Mistress asks me.

I turn to face her, meeting her gaze. "It was delicious. Thank you."

She smiles, her eyes softening. "Good. Now, Liz, come show me what you brought." Mistress says while walking into the hall.

Elizabeth follows her, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I turn to the sink, stacking the dirty dishes and starting the hot water. As I'm washing, I can't help but overhear their hushed conversation in the next room.

"I brought you the two outfits you wanted, the one for your dad and two options for me. which would you like?" Elizabeth's voice filters through the open doorway, her tone conspiratorial.

"Let's go with the red one for you, Liz. It'll look stunning against your skin," Mistress replies, her voice confident. "And for Tom, the black one should do nicely."

I pause, my hands submerged in the soapy water, my ears straining to catch more of their conversation. The mention of my name sends a jolt of awareness through me, and I can't help but wonder what they're planning.

I shake off the thought, focusing on the task at hand. The dishes aren't going to wash themselves.

As I'm drying my hands, Mistress and Elizabeth re-enter the kitchen, their arms laden with shopping bags. They place them on the counter, the contents rustling softly as they settle.

"Alright, Tom," Mistress says, her voice firm yet gentle. "While Liz and I get started on the rest of the kitchen, I want you to try something on for me."

I raise an eyebrow, curious. "Try something on?"

Mistress nods, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yes Tom, but first, Elizabeth bring me your box." Mistress commands.

Elizabeth retrieves the leather box she brought earlier and holds it up to Mistress. May opens the box revealing a sleek, black collar in a velvet holder and picks it up. "Elizabeth, strip to accept your collar." Mistress commands, my eyes wide.

Elizabeth hesitates for a moment, her gaze flicking between Mistress and me. Then, with a small smile, she begins to undress. She slips off her dress, letting it pool at her feet, revealing the black lace bra and panties beneath. She kicks off her heels, standing before us in nothing but her underwear.

Mistress watches her, her expression inscrutable. Once Elizabeth is undressed, Mistress steps closer, the black collar held loosely in her hand. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the curve of Elizabeth's neck, her touch gentle yet possessive.

Elizabeth's breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as Mistress's fingers brush against her skin. I watch, captivated, as Mistress secures the collar around Elizabeth's neck, the black leather stark against her pale skin.

"There," Mistress murmurs, her voice soft yet commanding. "You look beautiful, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth opens her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Mistress," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mistress turns to me, her gaze intense. "Elizabeth is also mine and she will help you learn today, Tom. I don't think I need to tell you hands off unless I say so." Mistress commands , her eyes flicking between Elizabeth and me. I reply, my voice steady despite the nerves churning in my stomach. Elizabeth nods, her gaze respectful. "Yes, Mistress." Mistress turns to me, her expression serious. "Now, Tom, it's your turn. Strip." I hesitate, her command catching me off guard. "Strip, Mistress?" I ask, my voice uncertain. She raises an eyebrow, her gaze stern. "Yes, Tom. Strip. I want to see you in nothing but your underwear." I hesitate, my heart pounding in my chest. I've never stripped for anyone before, not even Alice. But there's something about Mistress's gaze, something that demands obedience, that makes me want to comply.

I reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one smooth motion. I toss it aside, my eyes never leaving Mistress's face. Her gaze travels over my bare chest, her expression inscrutable.

Next, I unbuckle my belt, loosening my pants before dropping them to the floor leaving me in just my boxers.

I stand before them, my body tense, my hands clenched at my sides. I can feel Elizabeth's gaze on me, curious and appraising, but it's Mistress's gaze that holds my attention, that commands my obedience.

Mistress steps closer, her eyes scanning my body, her expression thoughtful. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the waistband of my boxers, her touch light yet electric. I suck in a breath, her touch sending a jolt of awareness through me.

"Turn around, Tom," she commands, her voice soft yet firm. I comply, turning slowly, my back now facing her.

I can feel her gaze on me, burning into my skin, and I resist the urge to squirm. She circles me, her bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floor, her presence commanding and overwhelming.

"Stop," she says, her voice sharp. I freeze, my body tense, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She steps closer, her fingers brushing against the nape of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Bow your head, Tom," she murmurs, her voice soft yet firm.

I bow my head, my eyes fixed on the floor, my heart pounding in my chest.

Mistress's fingers trace the length of my spine, her touch feather-light yet electric, sending shivers down my body.

"Good boy," she murmurs, her voice approving. she takes my collar our of her pocket and wraps it around my neck, its weight comforting around my neck "Now, lift your head and look at me."

I comply, my gaze meeting hers. Her eyes are bright, her expression intense, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride at her approval.

"Elizabeth, bring me the outfit I chose for Tom," Mistress commands, her gaze never leaving mine.

Elizabeth moves silently, retrieving the black garment from the bag and holding it up for Mistress's inspection.

Mistress nods, her gaze still locked onto mine. Now, Tom, I want you to put this on."

I take the offered garment, my fingers brushing against Elizabeth's. I glance down at the clothing in my hands - A black and white maid dress in my size, the top shaped for a bale body.

"Mistress, I... I've never worn anything like this before," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

I hold up the dress, examining the intricate lace detailing along the hem and the delicate white apron that accompanies it. "That's the point, Tom. Today, you're going to experience something new. Something that might just help you find your way back to yourself."

I hesitate, the dress clutched tightly in my hands. I can feel Elizabeth's gaze on me, curious and expectant, and I can't help but wonder what she thinks of all this.

"Go on, Tom," Mistress encourages, her voice soft yet firm.

"Trust me, this is part of your journey."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come. I slip the dress over my head, the fabric cool and smooth against my skin. I wriggle into it, the material hugging my body in ways I'm not used to. I fasten the apron around my waist, the ties pulling tight against my back.

I turn to face Mistress and Elizabeth, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I can't believe I'm wearing this, can't believe I'm standing here in front of them like this.

But there's something about Mistress's gaze, something that makes me want to please her, to obey her commands.

Mistress's eyes widen slightly as she takes me in, her gaze traveling over my body, taking in the way the dress clings to my frame. She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good, Tom. You look... different."

Elizabeth's gaze is more difficult to read. She's looking at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity, her head tilted to the side as she studies me. "You look... interesting, Mr. Thompson," she says finally, her voice careful.

"I never thought I'd see you in something like this."

I shift uncomfortably, the dress feeling strange and unfamiliar against my skin. "It's not exactly my usual style, Elizabeth," I mutter, running a hand self-consciously through my hair.

Mistress steps closer, her gaze intent. "Tom, how does it make you feel, wearing this dress?"

I consider her question, searching for the right words. "It feels... strange. Unfamiliar. Like I'm not quite myself."

She nods, her expression thoughtful.

"Strange, yes. But that's the point, isn't it? To step outside of our comfort zones, to explore new sensations and experiences. That's how we grow, Tom. That's how we heal."

I swallow hard, her words striking a chord within me. She's right, of course. I've been stuck in my grief for so long, unable to move forward, unable to find joy in anything. Maybe this is what I need - a push outside of my comfort zone, a chance to explore a new side of myself.

Mistress turns to Elizabeth, her eyes running up and down her body. "Elizabeth it is your turn, It would please your mistress to have you wear yours with no underwear but I will not order that today." Mistress says, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Elizabeth blushes, her eyes flicking to me before returning to Mistress. "Yes, Mistress," she replies, her voice soft.

She slips into the red dress, the fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating her figure. The dress is cut low, the neckline dipping dangerously close to her breasts, and the skirt is short, barely covering her ass. She looks stunning, her dark hair contrasting sharply with the bright red of the dress. Overtop she puts on a frilly pink apron similar to the one I wear. Once she has the dress on she keeps her eyes on Mistress's and pulls her panties down from under her skirt and undoes her bra removing it from under her dress, revealing more of her breasts under the low neck line. "Mistress's happiness is my happiness." Elizabeth says, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. She stands before us, her chin held high, her shoulders squared. There's a confidence in her stance, a surety that belies her youth. She's comfortable in her skin, comfortable in her sexuality, and it shows.

Mistress smiles, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Good girl, Elizabeth," she murmurs, her voice soft yet commanding. "Now, let's get to work. We have a lot to do today."

She turns to me, her gaze intense. "Tom, I want you to start with the dishes. Elizabeth you have earned a kiss from your mistress then begin scrubbing the floor." she says as she turns to Elizabeth and kisses her passionately on the lips. Elizabeth melts into the kiss, her body pressing against Mistress's. When they break apart, Elizabeth's eyes are glazed over, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Yes, Mistress," she whispers, her voice husky. She turns to the bucket of soapy water and grabs a sponge, beginning to scrub the floor with vigor.

Mistress turns to me, her gaze stern. "Tom, the dishes won't wash themselves. Get to work."

I nod, turning to the sink and plunging my hands into the hot, sudsy water.

I can feel Mistress's gaze on me, watching my every movement, and I force myself to focus on the task at hand. I scrub the dishes methodically, my mind racing with thoughts of Mistress and Elizabeth, of the dynamic between us, of the strange new feelings coursing through my veins.

As I'm drying my hands, I hear a soft moan behind me. I turn to find Elizabeth on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor, her ass sticking up in the air. Mistress is standing over her, her hand resting on Elizabeth's ass, her fingers digging into the flesh.

Elizabeth moans again, arching her back, pushing her ass further into Mistress's hand.

"Mistress, please," Elizabeth whimpers, her voice filled with need.

Mistress smirks, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Please what, Elizabeth?" she asks, her voice soft yet firm.

Elizabeth hesitates, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Please, may I come?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mistress considers her request, her gaze thoughtful. "Not yet, pet," she says finally, her voice firm. "Of course Mistress." Elizabeth says without missing out on her scrubbing.

"Tom it sounds like you are done the dishes, I trust you are starting on the counter." Mistress commands without looking my way.

I quickly grab a cloth and begin wiping down the countertops, my eyes flicking occasionally to the scene unfolding behind me. Mistress's hand is still on Elizabeth's ass, her fingers digging into the flesh, leaving red marks in their wake. Elizabeth is moaning softly, her body writhing with need, her hips bucking slightly as she seeks friction.

Mistress chuckles, her voice low and sultry. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" she murmurs, her hand moving in slow circles, applying just enough pressure to drive Elizabeth wild.

"You're doing such a good job, pet. I'm very proud of you."

Elizabeth whimpers, her body trembling with effort as she continues to scrub the floor, her movements growing more erratic with each passing second. I can see the strain in her muscles, the tension in her body, and I can't help but feel a sense of awe at her ability to maintain control, to follow Mistress's commands even in the face of such intense pleasure.

Mistress glances up, her gaze meeting mine. She smirks, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Tom eyes on your own work." Mistress commands, her gaze stern. I quickly refocus on the countertop, scrubbing it vigorously, trying to ignore the sounds of Elizabeth's moans and the soft rustle of fabric behind me. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body responding to the scene unfolding before me, despite my best efforts to remain unaffected.

After what feels like an eternity, Mistress finally speaks again. "Alright, pet, you may cum now." Her voice is firm yet gentle, and I can hear the smile in her tone.

Elizabeth lets out a cry of relief, her body convulsing as she finds her release.

Mistress watches her, her expression softening as she strokes Elizabeth's hair gently. "Good girl," she murmurs, her voice filled with affection. "Such a good girl."

Once Elizabeth's tremors subside, Mistress helps her to her feet, pulling her into a tight embrace. "How are you feeling, pet?" she asks, her voice soft.

Elizabeth leans into her, her eyes fluttering closed. "Mmm, I feel amazing, Mistress.

Mistress smiles, pressing a soft kiss to Elizabeth's forehead. "You're welcome, love. now wipe down the table like a good girl." Mistress commands, her voice soft yet firm. Elizabeth nods, her eyes still glazed over from her orgasm, and begins to wipe down the table with a damp cloth. "Tom, I want you to sit at the table and watch Elizabeth work. Observe how she moves, how she responds to my commands."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to make of her request. But there's something about her gaze, something that demands obedience, that makes me want to comply.

I pull out a chair and sit down, my eyes fixed on Elizabeth as she works.

She moves with a grace and efficiency that's almost hypnotic, her body swaying gently as she wipes down the table. Her movements are fluid, her hands sure and steady, and I can't help but admire the way she follows Mistress's commands without question.

Mistress watches her too, her gaze intent, her expression thoughtful. She circles Elizabeth, her eyes scanning every inch of her body, her presence commanding and overwhelming. I can see the effect she has on Elizabeth, the way her body responds to Mistress's proximity, the way her breath hitches with each soft command.

It's fascinating to watch, this dance between them, this dynamic that seems to come so naturally to both of them.

Mistress stops in front of Elizabeth, her gaze locking onto hers. "Tell me, Elizabeth," she says, her voice soft yet firm. "What do you think Tom needs?"

Elizabeth pauses, her cloth stilling on the table. She glances at me, her eyes thoughtful. "He needs to let go, Mistress. He needs to stop holding onto the past and embrace the present."

Mistress nods, her gaze never leaving Elizabeth's.

"Exactly, pet. And how do you suggest we help him do that?"

Elizabeth bites her lip, her eyes flicking to me briefly before returning to Mistress. "He needs to experience new things, Mistress. Things that will help him see the world differently, help him find joy again." "Well said, Elizabeth. And what better way to do that than to explore his sexuality, to push his boundaries, to help him discover what truly brings him pleasure?"

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, Mistress's words sending a jolt of awareness through me.

Explore my sexuality? Push my boundaries? The very idea makes my heart race, my palms grow sweaty. "Tom, what do you think? Are you ready to take this journey with us?"

I hesitate, my mind racing with doubts and fears. But there's something about Mistress's gaze, something that makes me want to trust her, to follow where she leads.

"I... I think so," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I've never done anything like this before.

I've only ever been with Alice, it was frequent but it was... vanilla, to say the least." I admit, my cheeks flushing at the memory of my late wife and I's rather tame sex life.

Mistress nods, her expression understanding. "I know, Tom. And that's okay. Everyone starts somewhere. But sometimes, we need a little push to help us explore what truly brings us pleasure."

"Pet remove my clothing" Mistress commands , her eyes locked onto mine. Elizabeth nods, her hands reaching for the hem of Mistress's shirt. She lifts it slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth, tanned skin. Mistress raises her arms, allowing Elizabeth to slip the shirt off completely, leaving her in a black lace bra.

Elizabeth's hands move to Mistress's jeans next, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. She slides them down Mistress's legs, revealing a pair of matching black lace panties. Mistress steps out of her jeans, standing before us in nothing but her lingerie.

My breath catches in my throat as I take her in.

Mistress stands before us, her body toned and fit, her skin glowing in the soft light of the kitchen. She's confident, her posture straight, her chin held high, and I can't help but feel a sense of awe at her beauty, at her power.

Elizabeth unhooks Mistress's bra , letting it fall to the floor, revealing her full, round breasts. My mouth goes dry at the sight, my body responding instinctively to the sheer perfection of her form.

Mistress doesn't seem to notice, or perhaps she doesn't care. She simply stands there, her gaze locked onto mine, her expression inscrutable.

Elizabeth kneels behind Mistress gently taking hold of both sides of her panties waist and gently lowers them revealing Mistresses perfect shaved and glistening pussy.

Mistress steps out of her panties and Elizabeth rises to her feet, her eyes flicking to me briefly before returning to Mistress. "Your wish is my command, Mistress," she murmurs, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. "Tom, come here," she commands, her voice firm yet gentle. I rise from my chair, my heart pounding in my chest as I approach her. I stop a few feet away, my eyes fixed on her face, my body tense with anticipation.

"Closer, Tom," she commands, her voice soft yet firm. "I want you to see every inch of me." I step closer, my eyes scanning her body, taking in every curve, every dip, every flawless inch of her skin.

She's breathtaking, her body a work of art, and I can't help but feel a sense of awe at her beauty.

"Lift your skirt" She commands while staring me down. I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. I've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.

I reach for the hem of my skirt, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric. I lift it slowly, revealing inch after inch of my thighs, my boxers, my erection straining against my underwear.

Mistress watches me, her gaze intent, her expression thoughtful. She doesn't say a word, doesn't utter a single command. she turns to Elizabeth. "Lift your skirt" She commands Elizabeth, who immediately does so with a blush on her face "Yes Mistress" Elizabeth says softly. Elizabeth lifts her skirt up to reveal her naked pussy, glistening with her arousal. Mistress smiles at her, "Good girl" she praises Elizabeth. Then she turns her attention back to me, "look at how Elizabeth does what I command without thinking, she knows her place and you will soon. Pet, you may lower your skirt and then go inspect Tom's work and tell me if her deserves a reward." Mistress commands, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Elizabeth nods, lowering her skirt and turning to examine the countertops I had cleaned earlier.

Mistress turns her attention back to me, her gaze intense as she waits to hear from Elizabeth.

I stand there, my skirt still lifted, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel the cool air against my skin, can feel the heat of Mistress's gaze, and it's all I can do to stand still, to wait for Elizabeth's verdict.

Elizabeth runs her fingers over the countertops, her brow furrowed in concentration. She checks every inch, her eyes scanning for any missed spots. Finally, she turns to Mistress, her expression serious.

"Mistress, the counters are clean. Very clean, actually.

Tom did an excellent job," Elizabeth reports, her voice clear and concise.

Mistress's lips curl into a satisfied smile, her gaze never leaving mine. "Excellent," she murmurs, her voice soft yet filled with promise. "It is Toms second day pet, does he deserve a reward or a high reward, pet?" Mistress asks Elizabeth.

Elizabeth considers for a moment, her eyes flicking to me briefly before returning to Mistress.

"High reward, Mistress," she says finally, her voice filled with conviction. "Tom showed great initiative and thoroughness in his cleaning." "Very well," she says, her voice soft yet commanding. "Tom, you have earned a special reward. Come here."

I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm not sure what to expect, not sure what kind of reward she has in mind.

But I find myself moving towards her anyway, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I stop in front of her, my eyes fixed on her face, my body tense with anticipation.

Mistress reaches out, her fingers trailing lightly down my arm. I shiver at her touch, my skin tingling in response. She grasps my wrist, her fingers wrapping around it firmly. She guides my hand down, down, until it's resting on her hip.

"Touch me, Tom," she commands, her voice soft yet firm. "You have earned the reward of making me cum." The command to make her cum echoes in my mind feeling surreal. "H-how would you like me to make you cum mistress." I ask not quite sure how to proceed with such a prestigious task. Mistress turns to Emily "Pet you decide" I hear a slight moan from Elizabeth as she says "With you on the table with his cock Mistress" I feel a jolt of electricity run through me at her words. Mistress smiles at Elizabeth "Good choice pet" she says as she turns to me "Tom, remove your boxers for me. Slowly." She commands, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

I reach for the hem of my skirt, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric.

"Slowly, Tom," she commands, her voice soft yet firm. "I want to enjoy the show."

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, my fingers brushing against my skin. I slide them down slowly, revealing more and more of my cock with each passing second.

Mistress's gaze drops, her eyes widening slightly as she takes me in.

I can feel the heat of her stare, can feel the weight of her approval, and it sends a jolt of pride coursing through me. I kick my boxers aside, standing before her completely bare, completely vulnerable beneath my skirt.

she lays down on the table her hips at the edge her legs spread for me. "Elizabeth put a condom on Tom, he has not yet earned his place to cum in me like you have." Mistress commands knowing that Elizabeth is prepared for this.

Elizabeth approaches me, her eyes locked onto mine, her expression serious. She tears open the condom packet, her fingers deftly rolling it onto my cock. I hiss at the contact, my body tensing at the sudden sensation. Elizabeth's touch is gentle yet firm, her hands sure and steady as she works. Once the condom is in place, she steps back, her eyes flicking to Mistress for approval. "Good girl, Elizabeth," Mistress murmurs, her voice filled with praise. "Now, Tom, come here." She commands, her voice soft yet firm.

I step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. I position myself at the edge of the table, my hands gripping her thighs, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

"Look at me, Tom," Mistress commands, her voice drawing my gaze up to her face. Her eyes are intense, her expression serious. "This is about my pleasure, not yours. Understand?"

I nod, my throat tight with nerves. "Yes, Mistress," I manage to choke out.

"Elizabeth has granted you a high honor of being allowed to make me cum. Do not make her regret the grace she has granted you. Now, fuck me, Tom. Make me cum," Mistress commands, her voice firm yet filled with desire. I take a deep breath, my grip tightening on her thighs. I guide my cock to her entrance, feeling the heat of her pussy through the thin barrier of the condom. I push in slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to my size. Mistress's eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back, a soft moan escaping her lips. I watch her, mesmerized by the sight of her pleasure, driven by the need to give her more.

I start to move, my hips thrusting slowly at first, finding a rhythm that makes her moan. Her hips meet mine, her body arching off the table, her hands grasping at the edges for support.

"Harder, Tom," she pants, her eyes flying open, her gaze intense. "Fuck me harder."

I obey, my hips slamming into hers, my cock driving deep inside her. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, mingling with our moans and gasps.

I can feel the sweat beading on my forehead, can feel the strain in my muscles as I pound into her, driven by her commands, by her pleasure.

Mistress's eyes are locked onto mine, her expression intense, her body writhing beneath me.

"Don't stop, Tom," she pants, her voice ragged. "Keep going.

Just like that," Mistress encourages, her voice ragged with desire. I can feel her body tensing, her inner muscles clenching around my cock as she is pleasured by me. I lean forward, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips, pulling her tighter against me with each thrust. Our bodies slap together, the sound echoing through the kitchen, mingling with our moans and the wet sounds of our joining.

Mistress's eyes are locked onto mine, her expression intense, her body writhing beneath me. I can feel her approaching her peak, her breath coming in short gasps, her nails digging into my forearms.

"Come for me, Mistress," I grunt, my voice strained with effort. "Let me feel you cum."

Her eyes widen, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her orgasm crashes over her. Her body convulses, her inner muscles clamping down around my cock, milking me as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her.

I can feel her orgasm, can feel the intensity of it, and it's all I can do to keep moving, to keep fucking her through it.

"Oh god, Tom," she moans, her voice ragged, her body trembling beneath me. "That was... that was incredible."

I slow my thrusts, my body still shuddering with the effort, my cock still buried deep inside her. I look down at her, my eyes searching hers, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Did I do well, Mistress?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

I'm suddenly acutely aware of my nudity, of the fact that I'm still inside her, still connected to her in the most intimate way possible.

Mistress smiles, her eyes softening as she looks up at me. "Yes, Tom," she says, her voice gentle. "You did very well. I'm proud of you."

I feel a surge of pride at her words, a warmth spreading through me that has nothing to do with the physical exertion. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, unable to resist the urge to taste her, to claim her in some small way. "Tom you are getting carried away, you do not tell me to cum for you and you do not kiss me if I do not allow it. You will learn this and more in time. " Mistress says as she wraps her legs around my hips locking me in place.

I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest, realizing my mistake. I quickly pull back, my eyes dropping to the floor, my body tense with embarrassment. "I apologize, Mistress," I murmur, my voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to overstep." Mistress sighs, her legs unwrapping from around me. "It's alright, Tom," she says, her voice softening. "We all make mistakes, especially when we're learning. But remember, this is my domain. I am in charge here. You must always respect that." I nod, my eyes still fixed on the floor.

"I understand, Mistress. I won't do it again." Mistress sits up, her legs swinging off the table. She reaches out, her fingers tilting my chin up until our eyes meet. "Good boy," she murmurs, her voice soft. "Now, one more time in my pussy from behind. Pet come sit in front of me on the table you did well cleaning the table and floor and I will give you a small reward." Elizabeth eagerly climbs onto the table, sitting in front of Mistress, her eyes locked onto hers. Mistress reaches out, her fingers trailing along Elizabeth's jaw, her thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "Open," she commands softly, her voice filled with promise. Elizabeth obeys, her lips parting to reveal her tongue. Mistress smiles, her eyes gleaming as she leans in, her mouth descending onto Elizabeth's. Their tongues clash, their mouths moving in sync, their breaths mingling.

It's a dance, a battle, a symphony of desire, and I can't help but watch, captivated by the raw intimacy of it. Mistress's hands roam Elizabeth's body, her fingers tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the flare of her hips. Elizabeth's hands aren't idle either; they explore Mistress's body with equal fervor, their touches filled with reverence, with longing.

I stand there, my cock still hard, my body aching with the need for release.

I watch as Mistress and Elizabeth kiss, their bodies pressed together, their hands exploring each other with a familiarity that speaks of years of shared intimacy. It's a sight to behold, a dance of passion and desire that leaves me feeling both aroused and envious.

Mistress pulls back, her eyes gleaming as she looks at Elizabeth. "Move back Pet, I will eat you now," she commands softly, her voice filled with promise. "You may cum without asking." Mistress commands Elizabeth who eagerly spreads her legs wider for Mistress. Mistress wastes no time, her tongue diving into Elizabeth's pussy, licking and sucking with expertise. Elizabeth moans loudly, her hips bucking against Mistress's mouth, her fingers tangling in Mistress's hair, holding her in place. Mistress's hands grip Elizabeth's thighs, keeping her in place as she feasts on her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then backing off, teasing her, building her up again.

Meanwhile, I stand there, my cock throbbing with need, watching the scene unfold before me.

Mistress's mouth on Elizabeth, her tongue working its magic, bringing Elizabeth to the brink of ecstasy. I can see the tension in Elizabeth's body, can hear the moans escaping her lips, can feel the heat radiating from her.

Mistress looks up, her eyes meeting mine, her mouth glistening with Elizabeth's arousal. "Tom, come here," she commands, her voice soft yet firm. I'm not sure what she wants, not sure what she expects of me. "I told you to make me cum one more time from behind. I am not a fan of repeating myself, this is the only time I will remind you before you lose your reward." Mistress commands before she begins licking between Elizabeth's legs again.

I'm not sure what to expect, not sure what she wants from me. I stop behind her, my eyes scanning her body, taking in every curve, every dip, every flawless inch of her skin. "Mistress, I am going to teach Tom," Elizabeth says between moans. "Mistress wants you to fuck her while she is bent over the table" Elizabeth explains to me. "And you are going to do exactly as she says, aren't you Tom?" Elizabeth asks, her voice filled with authority. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Elizabeth," I say, my voice steady despite the nervousness churning in my stomach. Mistress stops her ministrations, looking up at me with a satisfied smirk. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "Now, Tom, bend me over the table and fuck your mistress until she cums." Mistress commands, her voice firm yet filled with desire. I've never been this dominant, never taken control like this. But there's something about Mistress's gaze, something that makes me want to please her, to follow her commands.

I grasp her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I guide her to the edge of the table, bending her over until her upper body is flat against the cool surface. She pulls Elisabeth with her, her tongue bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her ass is in the air, her legs spread wide, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. I can see the evidence of her previous orgasm, the wetness coating her thighs, the way her pussy lips are swollen and sensitive. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I've never been in this position before, never had a woman like Mistress at my mercy. But I'm determined to make this good for her, to give her the pleasure she deserves.

I position myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I grip her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Mistress lets out a soft moan, her body tensing slightly as I fill her.

"You feel so good." I grit out, my voice strained as I begin to move, my hips thrusting slowly at first, finding a rhythm that makes her moan. I can feel her pleasure, can feel the way her body responds to mine, and it spurs me on, drives me to give her more.

"Mistress, you forgot to call her Mistress Tom" Elizabeth moans out as Mistress's tongue brings her closer to the edge of her orgasm.

I pause, my body tensing at the reminder. "I apologize, Mistress," I say, my voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to disrespect you."

Mistress chuckles, her breath hot against Elizabeth's pussy. "It's alright, Tom," she says, her voice soft yet filled with amusement. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

I nod, my grip tightening on her hips. "Yes, Mistress," I say, my voice filled with determination realizing even in this position she is in charge.

I resume my thrusts, my hips slapping against her ass, my cock driving deep inside her. I can feel the heat of her pussy, can feel the way her inner muscles clench around me, pulling me deeper, urging me on.

Mistress's moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath me as she continues to feast on Elizabeth. I can see Elizabeth's body tensing, her fingers gripping Mistress's hair tightly as she nears her climax.

"Please, Mistress," Elizabeth begs, her voice ragged with desire.

"May I cum? Please?"

Mistress pauses, her eyes flicking up to meet Elizabeth's. "I gave you permission to cum freely pet."

Elizabeth whimpers, her body trembling with orgasm. Mistress keeps her tongue moving, lapping up Elizabeth's juices, prolonging her pleasure. I can feel Mistress's body quivering beneath me, her own excitement building. I pick up the pace, my hips slamming into her, my cock driving deep inside her. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, mingling with our moans and the wet sounds of our joining.

"Harder, Tom," Mistress pants, her voice ragged.

I obey, my hips pistoning, my cock filling her completely with each thrust.

I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, can feel the strain in my muscles as I pound into her, driven by her commands, by her pleasure.

Mistress's body tenses, her inner muscles clamping down around my cock as she nears her own climax. I can feel the change in her, can feel the way her body responds to mine, and it spurs me on, drives me to give her more.

"Cum for me, Mistress," I grunt, my voice strained with effort.

Elizabeth corrects me "Its please cum Mistress, ohhh" she moans as Mistress begins sucking on her clit.

I watch as Mistress's fingers join her tongue, sliding in and out of Elizabeth, her knuckles brushing against her clit with each thrust. Elizabeth's moans grow louder, her body writhing as she rides Mistress's face, chasing her orgasm.

Mistress looks up at me, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Fuck me harder, Tom," she commands, her voice ragged. "Make me cum, you have until my pet cums two more times."

I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I slam into her, my cock driving deep inside her, my balls slapping against her with each thrust.

I can see Elizabeth's body tensing, her fingers gripping Mistress's hair tightly as she nears her second climax. "Mistress I am going to cum" she moans out. Mistress looks up at her, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl, pet," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "Cum for me. Show Tom how a good pet orgasms." Elizabeth's body convulses, her inner muscles clenching around Mistress's fingers as she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her. Mistress keeps her tongue moving, lapping up Elizabeth's juices, prolonging her pleasure. I can feel Mistress's body tensing beneath me, her own excitement building. "Thank you Mistress" Elizabeth pants out as Mistress does not stop pleasing her.

"You're welcome pet" Mistress replies as she feels Tom's cock hitting her g-spot with each thrust. "Tom, you're doing wonderfully. Keep going just like that." Mistress commands, her voice filled with approval. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks at her praise, my body responding to her words. I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I continue to pound into her, my cock driving deep inside her with each thrust.

I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, my muscles burning with the effort, but I don't stop. I can't stop. Not until Mistress tells me to.

"Tom," she pants, her voice ragged. "Make me cum. Now," Mistress demands, her voice firm yet filled with desire. I can feel her body tensing beneath me, her inner muscles clenching around my cock as she nears her own climax. I can feel the heat building inside me, can feel the pressure growing in my balls, signaling my impending orgasm. But I'm not ready to cum yet. Not until Mistress gives me permission.

I grit my teeth, my body tensing as I fight to hold back my own climax. I want to make this good for her, want to give her the pleasure she deserves. I want to earn her approval, to hear her say those words again - "Good boy."

I focus on her, on the way her body responds to mine, on the sounds she makes, the way she moves. I match my thrusts to her moans, driving into her harder and faster when she cries out, slowing down when she gasps for breath.

Her body is slick with sweat, her skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink. I can feel her getting close, her inner muscles clenching around me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Good boy, Tom," she moans, her voice ragged. "Right there. Don't stop."

I don't stop. I'm lost in the moment, lost in her, my body moving on instinct, driven by her pleasure, by her commands.

"Please, Mistress," I pant, my voice strained. "May I cum?"

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