Title "Catered dinner" (c) copyright "Ivan Peterson", "2001",
ivan@carrinter.net
 


CATERED DINNER

My wife and her girl friend Joan were planning a shopping trip this weekend and I had the whole two days to myself. I was a little surprised since my birthday was near and she always tries to surprise me. She had not mention my birthday and I was not going to confront her with what might be construed as my selfish need for attention. The two were acting a little silly the last few days, but I assumed they were excited about their shopping trip.

On Friday morning at breakfast, she finally acknowledged my birthday and divulged that she and Joan had a surprise for me. Apparently, this was the reason the two were acting silly a few days ago. She said that there was a box in the front seat of the car with a birthday card. To keep it a surprise, she asked me to open the box on my way home from work and not before. I like a pleasant surprise, and looked forward with anticipation to the gift. I was surprised that they were still going shopping and would not be back until late Sunday afternoon, but I sometimes enjoy a relaxing weekend.

At the end of my shift, I walked to my car and wondered about the box
she had left for me. On the box, it read "PLEASE OPEN BEFORE YOU GO
INTO THE HOUSE." This was a little strange, but easy enough to do. I
read the card expecting a typical greeting, but found a letter that
read:

Happy Birthday, We wanted to surprise you this weekend and have tried hard to come up with something truly unique. While on the computer last week, Joan showed me how to see what you have been reading while surfing
the net. We thought it might give us some clue as to what I could get you. We found it interesting that you were looking at female domination topics and decided you might find it interesting and exciting to experience this first hand. I contacted a local club and arranged for a weekend experience at our house. We have many great ideas for you to experience this weekend. It is entirely up to you. Please do not feel obligated. If you are, put the collar around your neck and lock it, BEFORE GOING INTO THE HOUSE (no exceptions), to confirm your acceptance. Everything has been paid for. We will see you Sunday afternoon. Love!

I was a little surprised that they had examined my Internet surfing, but I admired the effort. I was curious about the topic of female domination, but I did not know much about it. Experiencing it did present a level of excitement which overwhelmed me. I trusted my wife and I reassured myself that they had planned things within reason, but who knows. As I parked in the garage, I lowered the garage door and proceeded to put the chain type collar around my neck and fasten it with the pad lock, from the box. Snap, and the decision was made. I felt a little silly with this collar around my neck and the attached sign that read "WEEKEND SLAVE". I hoped I was not walking into a surprise party at my humiliation.

No surprise party, but I was met by a five-foot tall girl who did not impress me as being dominant. She said that she understood that I occasionally have a drink when I get home from work and especially on Friday. She asked if I would like one. I answered yes. As I put away my work items, she returned with drinks for us. We sat on the couch and she asked me if I felt comfortable with the plans for the weekend. I said I was not sure. She insured me that she had a lengthy conversation with Joan and my wife and that they had an interesting weekend planned.  She asked if there was anything special that she should know about me. I replied, not that I can think of. Good, she replied. I attempted to ask questions, but she replied that it is best just to experience what happens.

We made small talk and finished our drinks. I inquired as to when she was going to remove the collar. Not yet, she replied, while silently suggesting that I should not ask. She announced that I should go upstairs and get cleaned up and take a shower. There are a terry cloth robe and sandals in the bathroom. Just leave your work cloths outside the door and I will pick them up. It felt strange to take a shower wearing a sign and having a stranger telling me what to do, but so far things were pleasant and relaxing. When the shower was over, I dried off, combed my hair, slipped on the robe and sandals and proceeded by habit to the closet. As I moved from the bathroom door, I was directed to sit in a chair in the middle of the room. Prop your feet on this stool, would you please, and take off your sandals. Out came the bright red nail polish. I protested a little and was told that this was an insignificant item. People have been painting their bodies from the beginning of time. You should not be so ridged in your thinking, and besides you are not going to work bare footed, are you? She asked. She finished painting the nails and asked me to wait while they dried. She said she would be back soon.

The door bell rang, and I heard her answer the door. I could tell they talked a little bit. She came upstairs and said a couple of her friends had arrived and that I should meet them. Put on your sandals and come with me. Like this, I asked. Come with me, she replied. As I stepped down the stairs, I saw a couple well built, good looking girls. I quickly realized, that I was more than just out numbered. As I meet them with the sign across my chest and painted toes, I thought they would make fun of my predicament. To my surprise, they introduced themselves and said it was nice to meet me. They said they would also be staying in the house for the weekend and told me they had some interesting and exciting experiences for me, which Joan and my wife had suggested. I quietly listened as they talked and exchanged stories from other weekends. When there was a lull in the conversation, I made reference to my collar and asked how long I was to wear it. After an awkward silence, the conversation was broken when one suggested that it was time for me to try on a pair of shoes. I quietly followed one of the girls upstairs and was told that as a submissive, it was inappropriate for me to enter into the conversation without being invited. From now on, you are to speak only when spoken to. She opened up a suitcase and took out a pair of shoes and some shorts. Put these on. I was then instructed to wait in the middle of the room, facing away from the door, with a small plastic cup, partially full of water, balanced on my head. We will check on you occasionally. You had better be standing straight with your hands to your side and no spilled water on the floor. This is just to remind you who the bosses are around here this weekend. I felt strange standing in my own bedroom wearing open toed high heeled shoes, silk boxer shorts and balancing something on my head.

I was not sure, but I thought I heard the door open a couple times.  Eventually, she appeared and said that my wife had requested that they document the weekend with a digital camera. I was assured the pictures would only be given to my wife and no copies would be made. With that, she snapped a couple photos showing off my balancing talents. The calves of my legs were beginning to feel a little strange. You can now remove the cup from atop your head, but be careful not to spill it, or you will be in big trouble. We have some yard work for you to do next, while there is still daylight. Now in casual cloths, but with the sign tucked out of sight in my shirt, I am off to trim the scrubs, weed our small garden, sweep the drive and get the mail. Ironically, these were many of the things I was suppose to do last weekend. Every so often, I would get my picture taken as I worked. Later that night, it is off to bed with a few more photos of me wearing some sleep ware they picked out for me.

Saturday was shopping day. All four of us drove in her car to several stores. I was dressed in casual cloths, except that all my pockets were sewn closed. I was only allowed to carry a credit card in my hand. I purchased under garments, jewelry, makeup supplies, brightly colored tights, a novelty wig to compliment the color of the tights, and a maid's outfit that clearly outlined what was planned for me. The next stop was the grocery store, and a quick trip home to put the food items away. It was mid afternoon and off we went again to a salon for a manicure. It is intimidating to ask for something you have never purchased before and feel a little self conscious about.

It was explained to me, that my wife would also like the in side of the house cleaned and cleaned while in uniform. After a shave (this time under the arms) and a shower, the job of getting dressed in uniform was started. This is not an easy task. Vacuuming the floor, washing the dishes, washing and drying a load of cloths, making the bed, dusting, cleaning the toilet and polishing all the door knobs generated many photos. It was then back to bed for the night.

It was Sunday morning. With everything cleaned, and my wife returning, I was curious what the day would bring. I was given a brightly colored collar that closely matched the tights I purchased earlier. I was told, that only my wife could unlock this collar. I noticed a video camera in the corner about the same time I was told that military type marching training was next. I was ordered to march, turn, and a few other gestures that more closely resembled moves of a dance routine. These were practice until they were done reasonably well. With the video camera running, I was marching around in the living room taking orders form everybody as the commands were called out. With each mistake, I was ordered, at their whim, to do pushups, jumping jacks and etc. in front of the camera. I was told that there was one more part to my weekend, and that was to cater a dinner for Joan and my wife when they return from shopping. I would also present them with all the photos and video tapes that were taken during the weekend.

The dinning table was set with an elegant table cloth, candles, wine glasses, flowers and two place settings for a multi course meal. All the silverware was smartly polished. The cd player was programmed with my wife's favorite music. Not being an accomplished cook, they helped prepare the food. I was then directed to get dressed in my maid uniform with all the amenities. We went over everything, step by step, as to how the meal was to be catered. After all this, I did want to please my wife, because this was in part her idea of a memorable birthday for me. As Joan and my wife returned home, the girls left saying that they had done their best to have me experience an interesting weekend in a way which was hopefully exciting and fun for me. They said that there were a fabulous dinner, a good sport and an adorable maid waiting to serve them, along with some memorable pictures.