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The Skylar Diaries VI: Chores

By

Sascha Illyvich

Now with having to serve two women, and after some thought that’s what it really is, I am learning my place beneath them.  On more than one occasion, I was responsible for cooking dinner for both women and had graduated from my place at the floor in a dog dish to a chair at the table, but I still only could eat with my hands.  I had to serve both women first, ask permission to eat and I was to wash up and remove my clothes before coming to dinner.  

More than once Lindsey felt the necessity to stroke my cock and tease me with her foot as I ate.  This disturbed me greatly at first but after dinner I would clean up, be teased more, sometimes I would be fucked by both women, or used in whatever manner they felt appropriate.  Sometimes Lindsey would take me from behind with a strap on, she liked to watch my cock and balls jiggle.  It always intrigued her the way I kept my ass very clean, anticipating Mistress Katrina’s desire to nibble or lick my body, in a way sort of covering my body with her saliva to mark me.

Other times I provided one woman with running bathwater, bubbles and nicely fragranced candles.  It would be my responsibility to wash and massage both women while they pleased each other very sensually.  That was quite fun, seeing both my Ladies of power play with each other, caress each other’s breasts, slippery hands washed and fingered cunts, and on occasion I was blessed with tasting them both, in order to clean the soapy water from them, but the juices were more from their heat than the bathwater.  

Other times I prepared the bed for them both after they took me out with them to a club or out to eat.  Those nights were fun, I always had rules to follow such as how I walked or stood when we were not moving.  I had a leash, which connected, to some part of my body, not always my neck.  When Mistress Lindsey tugged at my leash, it sometimes felt pleasurable since she personally attached it to my cock.  Honestly, I think it sometimes made Mistress Katrina jealous that Miss Lindsey paid me so much attention.  After all, I was originally property of Mistress Katrina.  On the other hand, SHE did share me and it was not my place to think.  

I think my favorite days have been those lazy weekends when Mistress Katrina and I spent the day alone.  We could play, cuddle or talk about things in general.  I was permitted the ability to speak more freely.  This of course made it more difficult for her to administer punishment but Miss Katrina still found her ways to administer punishment and give valid reason.  There was one incident where I forgot exactly what I was doing since she had given me an overwhelming number of commands for me to obey at one time and my failure to comply resulted in my stern punishment.  

I grew to love her whip.  It warmed my skin, pulling from me sorrow for my mistakes and at the same time, ecstasy flowed through my blood.  For a great deal of time I was covered in welts and cuts from her whip but when she treated the wounds in her loving manner, another surge of warmth flooded my heart.  I didn’t realize it at the time but Mistress Katrina really loved me.  

Some days I went out with Mistress Lindsey to help with errands.  Sitting on the bus, Mistress Lindsey forced my hand inside her cunt and I fingered her as we rode.  She moaned silently into my ear, patted my erection in plain view of the mirrors and other passengers.  When she stood up, my hand my hand glistened from her juices and smelled as if she were in heat, which she usually was.  She then dragged me behind an alley, fucked until she came twice but made to control my own orgasm.  Disheveled, she would drag me through the day as I was, humiliated from not being allowed to clean up.  People stared as us, moreso at me.  I never said a word though and she always had good things to report to Mistress Katrina.  

Sometimes they both whipped me for their amusement.  It kept me in my place.  They took turns flogging or whipping me as Mistress Katrina taught Lindsey how to use a single tail properly.  Her aim improved after a great deal of practice.  Soon, Lindsey was able to strike a small area with near precision accuracy but she still didn’t have the years of experience Miss K did.  

When they finished beating me, I often felt curls of hair over my back and I knew it was Lindsey’s curly hair draping over my wounds.  She would inhale my scent, sweat mixed with fear and blood, she loved every minute of it.  I enjoyed the attention from both women but when Katrina and I were, alone I often made it a point to reassure her of my feelings for her.  She denied being jealous but before bedtime often kissed me and gave me more attention than usual when I sensed she needed the reassurance.  

“You’re such a good slave, paying special attention to my emotional needs,” she’d say.  

I mumbled something about wanting only to serve but she hushed me with a kiss and her “I know your true thoughts,” smile. 

Those nights never felt better, curled up against the woman I loved, serving her alone, without intrusion.  

Until next time…
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