Marcus Makes A Mistake.

Jenifer woke with a start, the soft, insistent pressure of Sarah's tongue between her legs pulling her from the depths of sleep. She stretched languidly, her body already humming with anticipation as she opened her legs wider, giving Sarah full access to her most intimate place. The room was filled with the soft sounds of Sarah's ministrations, her gentle licks and sucks building a slow, delicious tension in Jenifer's core.

"Mmm," Jenifer murmured, her eyes still closed, her hands reaching up to tangle in Sarah's hair, guiding her rhythm. "That's it, pet. Just like that."

Sarah's tongue worked with practiced devotion, her hands roaming over Jenifer's thighs, her touch light and reverent. Jenifer could feel the pleasure building, a slow burn that spread from her center out to her fingertips and toes. She arched her back, pushing her hips up to meet Sarah's mouth, her breath coming in soft gasps.

"Don't stop," Jenifer commanded. "Make me come, pet. Make me come hard."

Sarah redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking and swirling, her fingers slipping inside to curl and stroke. Jenifer's body tensed, her muscles coiling tight as a spring, and then she was coming, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She cried out, her voice raw and hoarse, her body convulsing with the force of her release.

As the aftershocks subsided, Jenifer sighed contentedly, her body sated. She opened her eyes to find Sarah moving up her body, her face flushed and eager. Jenifer kissed her gently on the forehead, a moment of tenderness between them.

"Go wake the boy up, my love," Jenifer said, her voice soft but commanding. "Release him, and both of you clean up. I'll be down for breakfast in the kitchen today, let's say in an hour, shall we?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sarah replied, her voice breathless with exertion and thrill of pleasing her Mistress. She jumped out of bed, her body moving with grace, and trotted downstairs to take care of Marcus.

Jenifer climbed out of bed, her body still tingling with the remnants of her orgasm. She made her way to her en-suite bathroom, the marble floor cool beneath her bare feet. Sitting down on the toilet, she looked at her phone.

A text from Amber flashed across the screen, and Jenifer smiled as she read it. "Morning love, thanks for a great night. Enjoyed it a lot. Anne’s Number is 767 789 4456. I’ve told her you’d be calling; I’d wait till the afternoon, since she sleeps late. I'm looking forward to looking after slut for a weekend. Call to make arrangements. Love you xxxxxxx."

Jenifer chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Slut," she murmured to herself, shaking her head. "Amber has a way with words, doesn't she?"

She replied to Amber's text with a simple, "Thank you, will give you a call next week," then set her phone down and turned her attention to the shower. She turned on the taps, letting the water warm as she stepped under the spray, the hot water cascading over her body, washing away the remnants of the night and leaving her feeling clean and invigorated.

As she soaked, her mind raced with the possibilities of the day ahead. Anne, the mysterious half-sister of Marcus, is the woman who owns a chain of fetish clubs. Jenifer was looking forward to meeting her, to see if she would be receptive to her offer.

With a final rinse, Jenifer stepped out of the shower, her body wrapped in a plush towel, her mind already planning her next move. Today was going to be a good day. She could feel it in her bones.

Jenifer descended the stairs, her heels clicking sharply on the wooden steps. Dressed in a casual blouse and jeans. She entered the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toast filling the air. Sarah and Marcus were already there, Sarah dressed in a simple black dress, her hair pulled back into a severe ponytail, Marcus naked but for his collar, manacles, and cock cage, his torso bare, the marks of the night before still visible on his skin.

"Good morning, Mistress," Sarah said, her voice soft and deferential as she poured Jenifer a cup of coffee, just the way she liked it—strong and black.

Jenifer took a sip, her eyes narrowing as she examined Marcus. He stood rigidly, his head bowed, his hands clasped behind his back, a picture of submissive obedience. Jenifer circled him, her gaze roaming over his body, taking in the welts and bruises, the red marks from the cane and the strap, the slight swelling around his caged cock.

"Turn around, pet," Jenifer commanded, her voice cool and assessing. Marcus complied, his movements slow and careful, his body still aching from the night's activities.

Jenifer tsked, her fingers tracing a particularly angry-looking welt across his back. "You've been quite the naughty boy, haven't you? But today, we're going to let you heal. No physical punishment. You're lucky, you know. Most Masters wouldn't be so generous."

Marcus said nothing. Jenifer smiled, a slow and knowing curl of her lips.

"Sarah, tend to his wounds. Clean them, dress them. I want him to be presentable. And make sure he eats something substantial. He's going to need his strength for later."

"Yes, Mistress," Sarah replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she moved to the cabinet, pulling out the first-aid kit.

Jenifer watched as Sarah began to clean Marcus's wounds, her touch gentle and efficient, a stark contrast to the cruelty of the night before. Jenifer sipped her coffee, her mind already racing with the plans for the day, the arrangements she needed to make,

"Today is a day of healing, pet," Jenifer said, her voice soft but firm. "But that doesn't mean you're off the hook. You still have your duties, your obligations. And I expect you to fulfill them to the best of your abilities. Understood?"

Marcus nodded, his voice a low rumble. "Yes, Mistress. I understand."

Jenifer smiled and pressed a button on the fob. A mild shock around Marcus’s collar made him squeak, a reminder. "Good. Then let's begin, shall we? The day awaits, and so do I."

With that, she set her coffee cup down. She stood and left the kitchen, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the hardwood floor. Behind her, Sarah continued to tend to Marcus's wounds, her hands gentle and caring.

Jenifer lounged in her garden, the morning sun casting a warm glow over her as she took a long drag from her cigarette. The garden was a lush oasis, filled with vibrant flowers and the soft hum of bees at work. Marcus knelt at her feet, his tongue diligently cleaning her shoes, his body tense with concentration and the ever-present anticipation of her next command.

As she stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray beside her, Jenifer looked down at Marcus, her eyes narrowing as she considered him. "Next week, pet, we're going to start ashtray training. You're going to learn to be my living ashtray. Isn't that exciting?"

Marcus said nothing; he knew it would be pointless. He quickly understood his place. Jenifer smiled, a slow and knowing curl of her lips, already imagining the pleasures and humiliations to come.

Picking up her phone, she dialed a number, her voice smooth and confident as she spoke. "Harris, it's Jenifer."

"Hi Jen, how's it going? How's the boy turning out?" Harris's voice was warm and familiar, a friend and fellow enthusiast in the world of BDSM.

"Doing great, thanks. He met Amber and Sophie last night," Jenifer replied, her tone laced with a mix of pride and amusement.

"Bet that was fun, we should all get together, Sally misses you all, says she's getting tired of my old cock, she wants something hard as only you can give her."

Jenifer chuckled, a low and sultry sound. "Well, you tell her, all she's got to do is come and beg for it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, anyway, my love, what can I do for you?"

Jenifer leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Marcus as she spoke. "Well, I'm trying to hook something up for Saturday night, and I'll be taking Sarah along with me, so I was wondering if you could come and sub-sit."

"I think that'll be ok, I'll have to check with the boss," Harris replied, his voice tinged with a mix of respect and affection for his wife.

Jenifer laughed, a sound of pure amusement and understanding. "Oh, really? I thought you were the master, and Sally was the bitch."

"I'm only a master when my flies are down, you know how it is, when it comes to household stuff, I bow down to a greater being," Harris explained, his tone light and teasing.

Jenifer smiled, appreciating the dynamic between Harris and Sally. It was a perfect balance, a dance of power and submission that she admired. "Between six and seven ok, it might be a late one back, but you can spend the night if you want."

"Should be ok, Jen, any limits? Has he been cock trained yet?" Harris asked, his voice turning more serious.

"Usual stuff, no blood, broken bones, that kind of stuff. He's had a bit of strap-on but no real cock. So by all means, if you're in the mood, have at it. He doesn't get to come yet, though."

"Sounds good, see you Saturday," Harris replied.

"Thanks, Harris. Give my love to Sally. Bye," Jenifer said, ending the call with a smile.

She set her phone down, her mind already racing with the possibilities of the night to come. One more call to Anne this afternoon, and hopefully a night out for her and Sarah. The thought filled her with a thrill of excitement.

Looking down at Marcus, still diligently licking her shoes, Jenifer's smile turned cruel. He knew part of that conversation was about him, and he knew it didn't bode well.

Jenifer kicked her foot out to stop Marcus, her heel connecting sharply with his shoulder. He froze instantly, his body tense with anticipation and a hint of fear. She handed him the ashtray, the metal cool and heavy in his hands. "Go clean that and then find Sarah, see what she has for you to do," Jenifer commanded, her voice firm and unyielding.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress," Marcus replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes downcast in obedience.

Jenifer smiled. Things were moving along nicely. Her morning had been productive, and the day held even more promise. She turned her attention back to her phone, already planning her next move.

Marcus found Sarah in the lounge, the vacuum's hum filling the room. He knelt, his head touching the floor, his body rigid with tension. Sarah continued to run the vacuum for a minute, ignoring him completely, the noise drowning out any sound of his breathing. Then, with a sudden click, she turned it off.

"Stand, boy," Sarah ordered, her voice sharp and commanding.

Marcus complied, rising to his feet, his head still bowed, his hands clasped behind his back. Sarah walked up to him, her steps measured and deliberate. She was wearing tight pink marigolds, the rubber grips on her fingers glinting in the light. She reached out, stroking his face with the rough rubber, the sensation both strange and intimate.

He could smell her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and something else, something musky and alluring. He winced as his cock pressed against its cage, the metal biting into his flesh, a constant reminder of his desire.

Sarah took his chin in her hand, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips, a soft, almost chaste press of flesh against flesh. But then her tongue darted out, parting his lips, deepening the kiss, and Marcus felt a surge of lust, his body responding despite the pain in his caged cock.

Sarah's hands went around his neck, pulling him against her, her body pressing into his. It had been such a long time since she had been passionate with a man, just for passion's sake. She realized she was hungry for it, hungry for a real cock, real skin that had some flex in it. Not a strap-on, but a real, living, breathing man.

She slid down his body, her hands roaming over his chest, his stomach, before cupping his full balls. She took each one in her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Her finger found its way up past his sphincter, probing, teasing, and Marcus gasped, his body convulsing with the unexpected intrusion.

Sarah moved onto his caged cock, licking the outside, poking her tongue through the cage, tasting him, teasing him. Her mouth opened wide, taking the whole cage in, her tongue flicking and swirling, her suction strong and insistent.

She grabbed his wrists, pulling him down onto his knees, and then leaned back, opening her legs. She pulled her dress up to expose her naked pussy, her lips glistening with arousal. She pointed, a silent command, and Marcus knew exactly what she wanted.

He leaned forward, burying his face in her cunt, his tongue delving deep, his nose pressing against her clit. He could taste her, sweet and musky, and he licked and sucked with fervor, his body aching with need and desire.

In all the excitement, neither Sarah nor Marcus noticed Jenifer leaning against the doorframe, watching them. Her eyes were hard, her expression unreadable, but her mind was racing with thoughts of punishment and retribution. Both would be punished severely for breaking the number one house rule. No sexual interaction between slaves without her permission. Lessons were going to be taught, and Jenifer intended to make sure they were learned the hard way.

The lunch table was a study in contrasts, the silence heavy and charged with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Jenifer sat at the head, her phone in hand, her thumbs moving swiftly over the screen as she scrolled through her messages and notifications. Her expression was one of cool detachment, her mind already on the tasks ahead.

Sarah sat to her left, her body still tingling with the residual effects of their earlier encounter. She fidgeted slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl who had just gotten away with something, a thrill of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins.

Marcus knelt on the floor beside the table, his hands chained behind his back, a dog bowl filled with mushed sandwich in front of him. He ate in silence, his movements slow and measured, his head bowed in submission. The chains clinked softly with each movement, a constant reminder of his place and his purpose.

Sarah's eyes flickered to Marcus, puzzlement etched on her face. "Mistress Jenifer, why is he eating like that? It seems... unusual."

Jenifer looked up from her phone, her eyes meeting Sarah's with a cool, assessing gaze. She smiled, a slow and knowing curl of her lips, and reached out to take Sarah's chin in her hand. Leaning in, she kissed Sarah gently, her lips soft and lingering against Sarah's skin.

"Just because I feel like it," Jenifer murmured, her voice low and husky.

Sarah blushed, a rush of heat flooding her cheeks, and Jenifer released her, turning her attention back to her phone. "Now, finish your lunch. You both have tasks to attend to this afternoon."

"Yes, Mistress," Sarah replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind already racing with the possibilities of the day ahead.

As they finished their meal, Jenifer stood, her chair scraping against the floor. She made her way to the living room, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the hardwood floor. Picking up her phone, she dialed Anne's number, her fingers tapping impatiently against the leather-covered arm of the chair as she waited for the call to connect.

"Hello, can I help you?" Anne's voice was smooth and confident. 

"Oh, hi, yes, this is Jennifer. Amber gave me your number," Jenifer replied, her tone casual.

"Hi Jennifer, yes, she said you'd be calling, how can I help you?" Anne asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Well, I have a proposition for you, but I'd rather talk in person," Jenifer said.

"Very mysterious," Anne replied, a low chuckle escaping her. "Listen, my love, I'm at my club tomorrow, The Velvet Rope in Gravesend. You're welcome to pop round if you'd like."

"That would be great, is it ok if I bring a pet slut?" Jenifer asked, testing the water, gauging Anne's reaction.

"As long as you don't mind if I have a taste," Anne responded, her voice laced with something delicious and dangerous.

Jenifer laughed. "I'm sure that could be arranged."

"Good, ok, come by about eight before it gets busy. I'll leave your name on the door. Mistress Jenifer and slut," Anne instructed, her tone amused.

Another laugh escaped Jenifer. "Look forward to it, bye for now."

"Bye, Jenifer. See you tomorrow," Anne replied.

As Jenifer ended the call, she leaned back in her chair, a slow smile playing on her lips. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting night, and she intended to make the most of every moment.