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“You’re eating lunch now?”
“I brought a can of soup to dump in a bowl and stick in the microwave. Can I make a request?”
“Of course.”
“Once Ruby moves out, and I’m not going to kick her out, I’ll give her time to find a place, but once she moves out, can we try the experiment with you and Kyle staying at my house for an extended time with just the three of us?”
She smiled, then realized he couldn’t see it over the phone. “Yes, I’d like that very much, and I’m sure Kyle won’t have a problem with it, either.”
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. Ilovehaving 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’tactuallywant to be treated like one, and it was only fantasy material. Clearly, he wanted it to be at least a little real, now.
