Title: Porch Light

Story Codes: MF, FF, Ff, nc, mc, humil

Summary: This is the story of a woman subjected to
mind control and used, losing her home and self.

Email: gal tablette at g mail dot com

The Porch Light
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I switch the alarm off and look at the clock. It's
5:30 AM and still dark out. I immediately get up and
look out the bedroom window focusing on the house
across the street. The house is dark, so they're still
asleep. I walk into the bathroom, guided by the soft
glow of a single nightlight. After relieving myself I
put on a robe to warm myself. I brushed my teeth while
standing in the dark bedroom looking out the window.
The moon gives off just enough light that I can make
out the shape of the house. When finished brushing my
teeth I wash my face and run a brush through my hair. 

Again I glance out the window, then at the clock. It's
now 5:35 and I make my way through the house toward
the kitchen. There's a slight chill in the air and I
fear the weather is cooling sooner than expected this
year. While the single cup coffee maker brews my
coffee I stand where I can see out the living room
window. It's still dark and I'm the only one awake
this early. I hear the sputtering of the coffeemaker
as it finishes and take the cup with me to sofa. This
is where I sit and enjoy my first cup of coffee on
days like this. I can look out the window and see the
first rays of the sun. It's still dark out as I sip my
coffee and relax while keeping a watchful eye out the
window into the darkness.

Ten minutes pass and it's now 5:50. I rise and go back
into the kitchen, rinse out my cup and walk back
through the dark house to the bathroom. A quick look
out the window before turning on the light. I put on
some light makeup and lip gloss, pull my hair into a
ponytail and check myself over one last time. 

While making the bed I notice the sun is beginning to
lighten the day. I take another look at the clock just
in time to see it change from 5:59 to 6:00. I look out
the window and see a light come on in the master
bedroom across the street. I fluff and straighten the
pillow before going back into the kitchen. One more
glacé across the street before making another cup of
coffee. 

I sit on the sofa looking out the window and watch
various lights turn on and off across the street. Mr
Brinkley gets up promptly at 6 during the week but
sometimes wakes up earlier. Mrs Brinkley usually
sleeps till 7 and the last one out of the house each
day. It's funny how you can set your clock by watching
other people's lives. It's 6:18 and in exactly 2
minutes I'll see Valerie Brinkley's light come on.
She'll be showered and out the door at precisely 7:35
heading to school that starts at 8 AM. This is her
senior year of high school and she's already been
accepted at Princeton next year. There son Martin is
in his second year at Yale and seldom comes home
except for holidays.

3 2 1... Valerie's bedroom light just came on. 30
seconds later the bathroom light comes on. They are so
predictable, especially on weekdays. 

After another sip of coffee I get up and walk to the
window. Now that it's light enough I can make out the
small round thermometer attached to the outer glass.
It shows 44 degrees which is much cooler than
yesterday morning. It will probably warm up into the
high 60s by noon. I touch the glass to feel it's
coolness.

Another look across the street before walking into the
kitchen to make some toast. I put a slice of wheat
toast in the toaster then peek out the window. No
change so I wait for the toast. The tile floor feels
cold on my bare feet and it reminds me to buy a small
area rug to put in front of the counter. This kitchen
really needs heated floors and I wonder why the
contractor didn't mention it. I get myself a small
glass of orange juice just as the toast pops up. Toast
and juice in hand I walk to the small table I had
placed close to the front window to eat. From here I
can see everything and enjoy the morning view.

I slowly eat my toast while thinking about the last 6
months and all the changes that have taken place. Life
is always changing and you never know what tomorrow
will bring. For instance, who would have guessed that
I would be living in the guest house across the street
from my own home. The 200 secluded acres in the
country was perfect for complete privacy, and my dream
home and guest house was all I needed. That is until I
walked into Mrs Dawn Brinkley's design studio looking
for window treatment ideas. She is amazing! When she
came to measure and see the furnishings, she had a
vision of what the home could be. She spent hours with
me going over fabric samples and designs. When the job
was completed she invited me to her home for dinner
and meet her family. How lucky I am to have stumbled
across such a lovely and talented woman. The night I
went to their home she had prepared a lovely dinner,
and to impress me, she had used a recipe from my book,
"Creative Dinner Parties". Impressed I was, and to top
it off we had a delicious bottle of Mr Brinkley's home
made wine. I had his special Merlot while they had a
Cabernet. He's such a wonderful man and a talented
wine maker. I over indulged and ended up having to
stay at their home that night, but amazingly awoke
without the slightest hangover.

I'm brought out of my daydream by a sound coming from
outside. I look out to see Mr Brinkley's car coming
down the driveway. I looked at the clock to see it's
only 7:25, and 20 minutes earlier than usual for him.
As I watch, he pulls out of the driveway and stops in
the street directly in front of the guest house. I see
him wave for me to come out through the car window. I
jumped up, and head for the front door. At the door I
take my robe off and hang it on the coat rack, then
pull my panties down and off, hanging them next to my
robe. I look down at my breasts and quickly reach up
to pinch each nipple to help them stiffen, I look in
the mirror next to the door to check my naked body,
face and hair before pulling the front door open. I
quickly walk down the path to the street, feeling the
chill in the air. When I got to the driver's door, his
window is still up and I see he's on his cell phone. I
get on my knees and spread my legs more than shoulder
width, then place my hands behind my back. I open my
mouth wide, tip my head back slightly and wait. His
small sports car is short and even kneeling I can see
directly into the car so I focus on anything without
looking directly at him. I can hear him speaking to
someone about a meeting this morning at 8 AM. I start
getting goosebumps from the cold while I'm waiting,
then finally I hear the window rolling down. He's
still on the phone but I feel the heat from inside the
car come through the open window. I can see my breath
in the cold air when he finally hangs up a few minutes
later. 

"Good morning cunt, remember the coffee cup you bought
me for my birthday?"

"Yes Master." Wondering where this is going...

"I accidentally knocked it off the kitchen counter so
coffee and broken cup went everywhere, you'll need to
clean it up right away. And when you call to replace
it, get one with the print on the opposite side since
I'm left-handed, ok?"

"I'm sorry it broke, I'll get another one right away
Master."

"Good, also..."

I was concentrating on not shivering while he thumbed
through his phone. I could hear another car and
realized it was Valerie pulling out of the driveway on
her way to school. She stopped just on the other side
of Mr Brinkley's car and lowered her window. Mr
Brinkley lowered his passenger window and I heard
Valerie say...

"Good morning daddy, you're leaving early."

"Good morning sweetie, yeah I've got an early meeting
this morning."

Looking through Mr Brinkley's car, Valerie and I
briefly made eye contact before I quickly looked away,
fighting the urge to close my open mouth. She's your
typical cheer leader type, always bubbly and way to
sure of herself. Basically, she's every boys dream,
and every girls' competition for the cutest boy. I
find her completely intimidating.

"What happened in the kitchen? That's quite a mess!"

"I broke a cup full of coffee"

"Ah ok, well, I've got to go, have a good day daddy."

"You too sweetheart."

Valerie pulled away while Mr Brinkley raised his
passenger window. I watched her drive slightly faster
than she should. She's been driving her mom's Mustang
and Mrs Brinkley's been driving my Mercedes since
moving into my home 5 months ago. I looked back toward
Mr Brinkley and caught him staring at my boobs. 

"It must be cold, your nipples are as big and hard as
little marbles!"

I looked down at my boobs, my nipples were hard and
sticking out. Even stinging from the cold and
beginning to turn purple along with my lips. It's hard
enough hiding my excitement anytime I'm near Mr
Brinkley, but this along with my quickened heartbeat
and breathing becomes so obvious how much I love him.
But he knows it even without the evidence. It's not
only deserved but required. My heart flutters every
time he looks my way.

"Yes Master, they are."

"Well get back inside and warm up. Dawn was just
getting up when I walked out, so I'm sure she'll be
needing you soon."

"Thank you, Master."

And by the time I got that out he was rolling the
window up and driving off.

I watched him drive down the private street and closed
my mouth and stood, then headed back into the house.
It's amazing how cold 44 degrees is when you're naked.
As soon as I got inside I put my robe on and walked
into the kitchen, then stood in front of the stove
with the burners on. Every minute or so I would peek
around the corner looking across the street.

When I finally warm up, I walk back to the table
where I had left my coffee and mostly eaten, but now
cold toast. I look at the clock, 7:50 and I know Mrs
Brinkley will be out of the shower by now. She doesn't
have a set schedule and I never know what to expect
from her. A little moody at times but usually easy to
please. 

This time when I look out the window I see it. The
porch light is on, so I jump out of my chair and dart
to the door. On the way across the room I pull off my
robe and hang it on the rack, then bolt out the door.
I walk and occasionally skip across the street and up
the driveway to the rear entrance. The rear patio and
entrance is covered which is nice especially when the
weather is bad. As soon as I reach the closed door, I
slip to my knees, spreading my knees apart. I clasp my
hands behind my back then tilt my head back with my
tongue pushed out between my lips with a slight upward
curl and wait. I never know exactly how long before
the door is opened. Sometimes it's open when I get
here but usually not, and now that it's getting cooler
I'm sure it will always be closed. Not that it matters
since open or closed I still wait to be allowed to
enter. I no longer have keys to anything, not my home,
guest house or car. The guest house has had the locks
removed. The main house locks were changed and I
wasn't given a key. Now I wait for Mrs Brinkley to
open the door. I know I noticed the light on within
seconds, so it couldn't have been more than 2 minutes
to be in position. It's cold outside and I'm glad the
wind isn't blowing or I would be chilled to the bone. 

My heart begins to pound while I wait, thinking of how
much I love Mrs Brinkley. She is my world and I've
found myself crying tears of joy when I'm with her.
I've never wanted to please anyone as much as her, and
to have her acknowledge me in the simplest way brings
me such joy. At 43, she's stunningly beautiful and
takes good care of herself. She has the body most men
want and  women envy. Even at 32 I can only wish to be
as fit and have her body. I used to work out daily in
my exercise room, now it's nice to see Mrs Brinkley
making good use of it. I hear a noise and straight my
posture. She knows I'm here because the motion and
video doorbell would have told her. Mr Brinkley has
installed cameras around the property including inside
the guesthouse. I'm never without some type of camera
on me and I've gotten used to it.

The noise stopped and I listen carefully. Maybe she
walked past without opening the door, or maybe she
didn't hear the chime from the motion sensor. One day
a few months ago it was over an hour waiting because
she had gotten a phone call and forgotten I was here.
I hope that doesn't happen now that the weather is
turning colder. I'm already beginning to shiver and
it's not officially winter yet.

I hear her voice through the door now. She's already
making calls which means she's got a busy schedule
today. Her voice gets louder as she gets to the door
and opens it. My heart pounding, I kneel as proper as
she taught me to. She stands at the door looking down
at me while finishing her call. I glance at her hoping
she doesn't notice. She's wearing a robe and has her
hair wrapped in a towel with it cascading down her
back. I can hear that she's finishing the call but the
other end must be dragging it out. Finally, she says
bye and ends the call.

"Good morning Lezzy, how's my little muff diver doing
this morning?"

I've gotten used to her nicknames, and she changes them
throughout the day. This one is the primary since my
name is Elizabeth. It's embarrassing only because I'm
not a lesbian. Other than a few innocent kisses in
college I've always considered myself heterosexual.
Hers was the first pussy I'd ever licked and if I
wasn't so madly in love with her it would never have
happened.

"I'm good, thank you, Mistress."

She sidestepped saying...

"Well get up and come on in, the cold is getting in."

I stood and walked into the house, keeping my head
down. When I was far enough in, she closed the door.
She turned and walked past me, then into the kitchen.
I followed her as always and as she sat down at the
eat in kitchen table her phone rang again. She sat
sipping a cup of coffee and talking with someone about
carpet and wall colors. I stood in the middle of the
room staring at her feet, and glancing around the room
to see the morning mess. The broken coffee mug and
coffee had splattered all the way across the floor. An
half-eaten bowl of cereal and partial glass of orange
juice was on the table, along with the box of
marshmallow oats. I kept returning to the site of Mrs
Brinkley's crossed legs and her foot hanging in the
air slightly swinging. She does it unconsciously when
she sits. Her foot dangling and swinging like she's
conducting an orchestra with her foot. It's
hypnotizing to me when I see it and I can't keep
myself from staring. I've been this way for months
now, memorized by it. Finally, I hear a snap and look
up to see Mrs Brinkley pause and hold her hand over
the phone. Looking at me she whispered...

"Fine, but only till I finish this call."

Then she went back to the call. I hadn't noticed I had
parted my lips and openly licking them. I slowly
lowered to the floor, memorized by her dangling foot.
I crawled the short distance till my lips were inches
from her dangling foot. She had the most petite feet
and wore a size 6. Her feet had become so precious to
me. As it swung past my lips I leaned in and kissed it
just above her toes. She halted and left it in front
of me. I began kissing each toe and licking up her
foot to her ankle. I heard myself moan softly as I
took in the scent of the strawberry shower gel she
used this morning. I knelt with both hands planted on
the floor caressing her foot lovingly. It's funny how
suddenly I find myself craving things that I would
have never thought of, or considered. I love Mrs
Brinkley with all my heart but not until the last few
months did I feel such a deep desire to worship her
and especially her feet.

I was completely lost in sucking her beautiful big toe
when she pulled it from my mouth with a plop. My lips
following and continued kissing as she placed it on
the floor. I realized she was ending the call when she
stood and overheard her saying bye to whomever it was.

"Lezzy! Lezzy!"

I stopped, resting my lips on the top of her foot.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Enough, I've got to finish getting ready for work and
you've got to get busy in this kitchen, it's a
disaster this morning."

She immediately stepped away and walked out of the
room. I remained temporarily gaining my composure and
catching my breath. I felt such lose as she walked
away yet such joy simultaneously. Lately my emotions
have been all over the place.

I finally rose to my feet and looked out across the
kitchen floor. There was broken ceramic cup
everywhere. I would have to be careful cleaning it up.
I took Valerie's bowl and glass, along with Mrs
Brinkley's coffee cup to the sink, rinsed them, and put
them in the dishwasher along with a few items around
the sink. Then I took a damp dish rag to clean the
table and put Valerie's cereal back in the pantry. By
the time I had finished sweeping and mopping the floor
30 minutes had passed.

I was wiping the counter when Mrs Brinkley walked back
into the kitchen and put her purse and a tube of house
plans on the table. I continued working as she walked
through the kitchen looking through the cupboards and
digging around in the refrigerator. I've seen this
before and know what's coming next. When she finally
finishes she walked to the white board above the wall
phone and wrote.

7pm for 5, baked pepper chicken, potatoes Au-gratin,
cooked carrots, salad, crème brulee.

I watched while I wiped out the sink. 

"Lezzy, any questions?"

"No Mistress."

"Good"

Then she walked toward the back door.

"Bring my things."

I dropped the cleaning rag, picked up her things, then
followed her out past the pool to the garage. She got
in the car as I stood holding her things, then I handed
them to her when she was ready. I stepped back as she
backed out, turned and drove down the driveway in my
car. I gave both sets of keys and haven't driven it
for 5 months.

When I got back in the house, I went straight the front
door to turn off the porch light, then to Mr and Mrs
Brinkley's bedroom, the master bedroom has never been
more appropriately named. They are relatively neat so
it's not hard to clean the room. Change the sheets and
clean the bathroom only takes an hour. Their clothes
only need to be washed every 3 days unless told. 

When I walk into Valerie's room, I'm often shocked how
she can make such a mess in only a day. Her bed has
the bedding piled in the middle with assorted clothes
scattered on it and the floor. It takes me 15 minutes
just to sort and hang up clothes that she tried on
then changed her mind and left them laying on the bed.
There's usually 2 pairs of panties on the floor near
the chest of drawers. By the time I make her bed I've
had to refold half her drawers and arrange her closet.
The bathroom has open makeup tubes and jars on the
counter and her toothpaste and toothbrush I often have
to sanitize and put away. After almost 2 hours in
Valerie's room I finally get to start the laundry.

After the laundry's going I take a break and make
myself lunch. I call the company who made Mr
Brinkley's coffee cup and order another and explain
the changes he'd requested. The first order came with
free delivery and took 3 weeks to get here, this time
to expedite the order and get it overnight was an
additional $125 but worth it to make up for it
breaking. 

I work faster after lunch to get the rest of the house
cleaned up. I want it extra fresh and clean today with
dinner guests coming. I make sure the guest room is
ready in case they stay the night and have the public
bathroom sparkling. No sooner than I'm finished I see
it's 2:45 and hurry to finish up. I check everything
over one last time and leave through the rear heading
back to the guest house till it's time to start
dinner. It's warmed up to 56 degrees but still chilly
on my walk back across the street.

I put my robe on and make some tea, then relax on the
sofa, proud of myself for getting everything finished.
I look at the clock and begin to tense up knowing
Valerie will be home from school in 10 minutes. She
can be the sweetest girl at times and other times a
total nightmare. I try to be out of the main house
when she gets home. Being Monday and her staying at
her grandparents from Saturday morning till Sunday
night I hope she had a great time and in a good mood.

I hear the car coming long before I see it. It has a
low pitch motor sound like a race car. She pulls into
the driveway and disappears into the big garage
There's enough room to park 4 cars but with Martin
away there's extra room. I begin to watch the house
porch light now that she's home. I hope some homework
keeps her busy till it's time for me to start dinner
in a few hours.

I begin to relax again after 20 minutes. Valerie must
have things to do, so I got up and put my cup in the
sink. I wipe the counter off from where I had spilled
hot water and don't want it staining the granite. I
make a quick trip to the restroom before walking back
into the front room. Just as I begin to sit down I
glance out the window and see the porch light on. Oh
no, I have no idea how long it's been on. I hurriedly
head to the door while pulling my robe off. As soon as
I get out the door I take off at a jog and within a
few steps notice the door didn't close all the way
behind me, I don't have time to go back and pull it
closed right now so I continue on toward the back
door.

While jogging past the pool, I looked ahead at the back
door. My heart sinks when I see it laying there on the
doormat. I stop and look down at it before slowly
slipping to my knees. After getting into position I
pick up the dreaded collar and buckle it around my
neck, then take the attached leash and hook the looped
end around the doorknob. I open my mouth, sticking my
tongue out enough to roll it up, touching my upper lip
and wait patiently. Only occasionally does Valerie put
the collar and leash on the door mat. Mr and Mrs
Brinkley even less and each time it's because they're
not happy about something.

I lose track of time while waiting. At 56 degrees,
although much warmer than this morning, the chill is
getting to me. I already had goosebumps from the cool
air but now my nose, ears, nipples and pussy begin to
sting. I knew I was in trouble because if Valerie
summoned me she was usually punctual. From the time
the light comes on I'm given 5 minutes maximum to be
at the rear entrance. I wasn't sure how long it had
been, but it could have easily been more than 5
minutes.

I finally hear the doorknob turn and the door opens. I
feel the warmth of the house drift out to where I'm
kneeling. I don't look at her face, but I know she's staring
at me silently. After a few seconds more.

"I came to let you in earlier but you weren't here."

I thought briefly. Then pulled my tongue in to answer.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I was in the restroom."

There was a pause while she was thinking. Valerie had
a mean streak and I'd often considered bringing it up
with Mr and Mrs Brinkley. Only fear of retaliation has
stopped me. I thought if they monitored the camera's
they would see for themselves. Either they weren't or
they were and didn't see anything that concerned them.

"No, today you made me wait, so you can address me
exactly how I taught you when you're wearing that
collar."

Shit shit shit... She's mad and making me humiliate
myself. If I didn't love Valerie so much, I wouldn't do
it, but I just can't help myself but do anything and
everything it takes to keep her happy. Finally, I
swallow all pride and give in...

"Sorry Mistress, this bitch shouldn't have paid better
attention to when it's needed."

"Who? I more upset than that, you're worthless! Try
again with respect."

I was suddenly trembling, not only from the cold but
from her wrath.

"Sorry your Highness, this worthless bitch will not
keep you waiting again."

I felt a tear trickle down my cheek as I slipped my
tongue back out and curved up into my most humble and
submissive position.

"That's much better. You'll eventually learn I don't
want to be fucked with or kept waiting. I'm not easy
like my mom and dad."

"This worthless bitch understands your Highness."

At first Valerie didn't say anything. She reached for
the looped end of the leash and held it. I felt
tension as she took up the slack. Then with a slight
tug...

"Follow me bitch."

I didn't speak but followed her by crawling into the
house. As I crawled inside, she pushed the door closed
behind me, then continued through the house. I was
glad when we got past the kitchen and into the
carpeted main dining room. She continued on with me
crawling as fast as I could to keep up. I could hear
music coming from the family room and she  walked to
the couch and stood.

"Sit, stay!"

I immediately knelt into position again. And just
before holding my tongue out said...

"Yes your Highness."

"Shut up bitch."

I trembled and stayed perfectly still as I knelt.
Valerie dropped the leash and walked down the hallway.
The music video's on the TV were current pop that
Valerie often listens to. There was a piece of
clothing on the coffee table next to her phone. When
you're waiting you seem to notice everything.

I heard Valerie return, then watched as she sat on the
sofa directly in front of me. I almost gasped as she
stood that dreaded dildo on the table. Its base is
large enough to balance itself. She must have gotten
it from Mrs Brinkley's play room because Valerie's
dildo doesn't have the large base. My heart sank
knowing Valerie had plans I wasn't prepared for.
Especially when I saw her holding a tube of KY Jelly
that's usually in the drawer with the dildo
assortment. I remained quiet but my heart was pounding
faster and faster.

"Bitch, I signaled to ask you to sew a button on my
top. But you never showed up, so we'll get back to the
button later."

"This bitch..."

"Shut up!"

I remained quiet and listened intently.

Valerie handed me the tube of KY Jelly...

"Lube up, use plenty."

I took the tube from her and squeezed some on my
fingers, then worked it into my mussy. I knew what was
coming with that large dildo standing on the table and
wanted of KY. When finished I put the cap on and
handed it back to her. Then waited.

"Ok, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to call
this game, fetch a fuck! I'll throw the dildo and
you'll chase it down. Using your mouth only, return
it, then you'll stand the dildo up like it is now.
Then figure out how to squat on it and fuck it till I
say fetch again. Then carry it back in your mouth to
me. Nod if you understand."

I knelt in shock. Is she serious about this. I knew
she could be cruel but this tops it all.

I nodded that I understood.

I felt like crying when I saw her pick up the dildo
and begin waving it in front of me. My eyes followed
it as it waved, then she pulled her arm back. I
watched and got ready to scurry after it. She tossed
and I started to crawl the direction her arm moved,
but she  didn't throw it. I couldn't believe she had
done that to me. Then again she began waving it
around. When she saw my eyes following it, she pulled
back again, then tossed it across the room. This time
I saw it fly across the room and bounce across the
floor over near the corner of the room.

"Fetch"

I crawled as quickly as I could till I was there. Then
I figured out how to bite down on it to pick it up.
Then I brought it back to where I had been kneeling.
Getting it to stand up wasn't as easy as you'd think.
Turning my head sideways and so close to the floor
took several tries but I finally got it to stand up.
Then I hovered over it and lowered down until I was
lined up and the head was at my pussy. I lowered more
until it was inside me, then began humping up and
down on it, fucking it. I continued while she either
watched me or watched the music video's playing. After
about 5 minutes...

"Fetch"

I pulled off then realized it was easier to carry it
by the head when handing it to Valerie. I again knelt,
holding the dildo with the head in my mouth and the
base toward her.

She continued throwing the dildo and having me fetch
at least a dozen times while she watched video's and
chatted on the phone with her friend Samantha.

I was becoming exhausted when I got a reprieve.
Mrs Brinkley called Valerie and the one sided
conversation let me know she must have seen what was
happening on the live video feed. I heard Valerie say.
"She's just fetching." Pause... "I'll put it back,
clean." Then after a moment, "Fine, what time is
dinner anyway?" A minute later she hung up...

"Fetch."

Again I held it in my mouth.

"Go clean it and put it away. You know where it goes."

I started to stand...

"Uh, no!"

I crawled to Mrs Brinkley's play room, cleaned it in
the bathroom and put it back in the drawer with the
others.

Crawling back into the family room I knelt in front of
Valerie. Tongue curled and out, giving her no reason
to get upset.

She took the top and put it over my shoulder saying.

"Sew the button back on because I'm wearing it
tomorrow."

I was afraid to speak and nodded my head. She was
looking at my face but I wouldn't make eye contact
with her.

"Mom said you need to start dinner so go do it."

I turned, thankful for Mrs Brinkley's intervention.
After I had crawled out of the family room, I heard
Valerie say...

"Walk!"

I finally got up, knees aching from crawling the last
hour and a half. I took a few steps.

"Bitch?"

I turned toward Valerie and started to drop back to
the floor.

"Stop, don't make me wait again. You've never made mom
or dad wait. Next time we'll play find a fuck again."

I nodded agreement.

"Say it!"

I swallowed hard

"This worthless bitch will never make you wait again
your Highness."

"Ok, get to work."

I went to the kitchen and looked at the clock. I have
2 hours to make the meal and get the table set for 5.
I get busy and luckily Valerie left me alone.
Everything

Everything's coming together on time. The table is set
and I'm busy cooking at the stove when I hear a Mrs
Brinkley's car pull up the driveway. A few minutes
later I see her through the window carrying an arm
load of things and rush to open the door for her. As
she comes in she hands me a bag and her purse then
steps to the counter putting down the rest. I put her
things down and walk back to the stove to stir, and she
follows me, looking into pots and seeing the progress.

"Will everything be ready at 7?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, I've confirmed dinner and want everything
perfect tonight."

"It will be Mistress."

She begins going through the bags and putting things
away. She's stopped for wine to go with the meal and
new candles for the table. Then she walked over and
poured herself a glass of wine and leaned against the
counter watching me cook.

A few minutes later Mr Brinkley's car is heard coming
up the drive. He comes in a few minutes later with his
briefcase. He puts his case down and walks to Mrs
Brinkley, kisses her cheek saying...

"How was your day?"

She turned and kisses him on the lips before he pulled
away and says...

"Good, I got the Henderson job."

"Great, I know how hard you've worked on it."

"I'm anxious to get started on such a big project."

Mr Brinkley walked over and stood next to me looking
into the pots on the stove. As he leans over on to
smell one his hand rests on ass. 

"What do we have here?"

"This is sauce for the crème brulee Master."

"It smells delicious cunt."

Then Mt Brinkley walked over and poured himself a
glass of wine. He leaned against the opposite counter
and took a sip. He stared at first Mrs Brinkley then
myself. I kept busy cooking since this is usually how
they spend some time when they first come home.

Mr B: "Why's the cunt wearing the collar and leash?"

Mrs B: "Ah, she pissed off Val again."

I cringed, never liking to be a topic of conversation.

Mr B: "How?"

Mrs B: "Late, I think, Val took care of it."

Mr B: "Is that right cunt?"

Me: "Yes Master, her Highness took care of it."

I could hear Mr Brinkley chuckle and turned just
enough to see Mrs Brinkley out of the corner of my
eye. Hoping this conversation would end I began to hum
absently.

Mrs B: "So what was it she called that game Lezzy?"

Shit, she's not letting it drop. I pretended I had to
think about it before answering.

Me: "I'm pretty sure she called it, fetch a fuck,
Mistress."

The smile on Mrs Brinkley's face widened and I could
tell she thought it was funny but contained her laugh.

Mr B: "What? No, I don't even want to know. Has Val
been abusing you again cunt?"

Here's my chance and I quickly ran scenarios around in
my head before deciding what to say.

Me: "Oh course not Master. Her Highness treats this
cunt well."

Mr B: "Good, but you let me know if things get out of
hand, I know that nasty temper of hers."

Me: "Yes Master, of course."

Another glance over to Mrs Brinkley who looked at me
questionably. She knew I had just blown my opportunity
for any type of retribution. She also knew I did
it for the sake of family harmony.

Mr and Mrs Brinkley left to get comfortable and relax
before dinner. I finished up in the kitchen and have
everything ready to serve. It's now 6:30 and dinner is
scheduled for 7:00. I have the china laid out, ready
for each course. The salads are chilling in the
refrigerator and everything is being kept warm. I
lean against the counter and wait to serve. I know Mrs
Brinkley will come in with final instructions well
ahead of time.

At 6:40 Mrs Brinkley walks into the kitchen. She
checks everything on the stove top then sees that the
oven is set to warming. Pleased with everything she
tops off her wine glass then looks me over. I'm
leaning against the kitchen counter naked. The collar
is still around my neck and the leash is hanging with
the looped handle just touching the floor, it drags
along as I walk or I occasionally have to move it out
of the way. She walks over to the opening and yells
out.

Mrs B: "Val, come to the kitchen please."

Then she  walks back and takes a seat at the kitchen
table.

A few minutes later Valerie steps into the kitchen.

Val: "Mom, what's up?"

Mrs B: "Val, are you finished playing fetch with Lezzy?"

Val: "Yeah, a long time ago."

Mrs B: "Then take the collar and leash off, we need
her to serve dinner tonight."

Val: "Mom, you could have told her to take it off!"

Mrs B: "I know, but you're the one who made her wear
it so it's your responsibility."

Val: "Fine, bitch, I mean Lezzy, take it off."

I reached up and took the collar off and hung it back
on its hook near the back door.

Me: "Thank you, your Highness."

Val: "Can I go now?"

Mrs B: "Yes you can go."

Valerie left the kitchen going back to her room. She's
probably watching videos of online. Finally, Mrs
Brinkley turns to me.

"Lezzy, wear the servants dress to serve dinner."

"Yes Mistress."

I walked to the coat closet by the back door and
pulled out the white servant dress with a small pink
and white apron. I stood by the door and put it on,
then put the small cap on, pinning it in place. At the
bottom of the closet were the white 3-inch heels that
finished the outfit that Mrs Brinkley liked me to wear
when company is here. I walked back to her and stood
for inspection.

"You look fine Lezzy."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Mr Brinkley walked in and as he circled past to the
counter where the open bottle of wine is...

Mr B: "I prefer the naked look, I can't even see her
nipples."

Mrs B: "Well, you'll just have to wait till after
dinner."

Mrs Brinkley patted my ass...

Mrs B: "Better check the stove."

I walked back to the stove and lifted lids, looking
and stirring.

Mr B. "So, who's coming to dinner?"

Mrs B: "That big job we just finished over on High
Street. The Steven's, they own The Book Nook
downtown."

I gasped and dropped the spoon, it hit the floor
bouncing and chiming like a bell when I heard her.
They both looked my way as I bent down to pick up the
spoon.

Mrs B: "Are you ok Lezzy?"

I walked to the sink and began washing the spoon.

Me: "Mistress, I know the Steven's well and I've been
to The Book Nook countless times. I've had 5 or 6 book
signings there. I canceled the signing last July when,
um, after you and Master moved here."

Mrs B: "Oh!"

Me: "Yes, Mistress and it was I who recommended you
when they asked if I knew a good decorator."

Mrs B: "I see, well that changes things doesn't it."

Mr B: "Why don't we just say we hired the cunt to cook
the meal, they know she likes to cook."

Mrs B: "John, that might work but let me think... You
know if she hadn't written a new book every year, or
two she wouldn't be so well known."

I stood by the stove listening. I loved them both more
than anything. I've laid awake at night thinking of
them, and if they need me. I don't think I could exist
without them at this point, my life would be
meaningless.

Mr B: "We can't change that. Maybe we should have
considered it before we programmed and began the
training. There's no going back now."

I almost fainted when he said that. 

Me: "No Master, please don't say that!"

I turned and hurried to where Mr Brinkley stood. I
dropped to my knees as I approached and wrapped my
arms around his thighs. The side of my face pressed
into his crotch.

As I hugged him, he rested his hand on my head,
absentmindedly finger tapped.

Mrs B: "Let's play it by ear and see how it works out.
Just because she's a well known author doesn't mean
she can't be our housekeeper."

Mr B: "I suppose that's true, most people are more
than meets the eye, I mean, who would have guessed
this cunt's indoctrination and training would have
been so easily accomplished."

Mrs B: "You're right, besides, it makes us seem all
the more influential having her as our maid."

I squeezed Mr Brinkley tight as they spoke. Serving
them is far more important to me than any status as an
author from an empty previous life.

I pulled my head away and turned to Mr Brinkley,
looking up to him I leaned in kissing his crotch and
whispered...

Me: "Thank you, Master."

Mrs B: "Careful Lezzy, don't get him all wound up
before dinner. Get back to work."

I gave him one last hug before getting up and going
back to the stove. No sooner than I had stirred the
carrots...

### Ding Dong ###

Mr and Mrs Brinkley both began walking out of the
kitchen.

Mrs B: "Come on Lezzy, let's get this awkward
situation over with."

I turned and followed them. They walked as far as the
front room then stepped toward the bar. 

Mrs B: "Lezzy, bring them in here for drinks."

Me: "Yes Mistress."

I walk to the front door, take a deep breath, then
open it. 

I smile when I look and see the Steven's.

Me: "Come in, come in."

Mrs Steven's: "Elizabeth! What a pleasant surprise. We
didn't know you would be here."

They both walked into the foyer. Both of them had a
semi odd look on their face as I stepped aside. 

Me: "Yes, well actually, I'm helping out the
Brinkley's this evening. May I take your coats?"

Both removed their coats and I hung them in the coat
closet as they handed them to me.

They looked back and forth at each other several times
and I sensed their confusion. 

Mr Steven's: "We were worried about you when you had
to cancel the signing last July, then we completely
lost track of you. Is everything ok?"

Me: "Yes, everything is great. I've just been so busy
and haven't had time to get into town much. Come, the
Brinkley's are waiting in the front room."

I walk toward the front room. I feel their eyes on me,
watching as I lead them, I even hear their whispers
without being able to hear what they're saying. I'm
aware that I'm wearing the clothes of a servant which
is probably why they're confused.

When we entered the front room, the Brinkley's were
standing by the bar across the room.

Me: "Mr and Mrs Brinkley, the Steven's have arrived."

I watch the two couples whom I know so well greet one
another. Mr Brinkley offers to make drinks or pour
wine.

Mrs B: "Elizabeth, we'll be ready in 15 minutes."

I smile to everyone as I turn toward the kitchen
saying...

Me: "Yes Ma'am."

As I walk out of the room, I hear the Steven's asking
how they know me. Then Mrs Brinkley saying they've
hired me on and off for... Then I couldn't hear well
enough to make out anymore.

Once in the kitchen, I got the salads out of the
refrigerator and put them on the table. I fill the
water glasses and got everything perfect with 3
minutes to spare, so I walk part way to the front room
and wait. I hear them discussing future decorating
ideas for the book store.

At the exact time told I walked into the front room.

"Mrs Brinkley, dinner is served."

"Thank you, Elizabeth."

Then picking up her wine glass said.

"Shall we eat, Elizabeth please let Valerie know."

"Yes Ma'am."

I went to Valerie's room down a hallway at the rear of
the house and knelt at her door. I knocked lightly
once, paused then twice and waited appropriately. When
Valerie opened the door she looked down at me, then
took a fingertip and flicked my tongue.

"Nice outfit, is it time to eat?"

"Yes your Highness."

Valerie walked past me, patting the top of my head as
she did so. I followed her into the dining room.

Everyone was seated when Mrs Brinkley introduced
Valerie to the Steven's. I stood back and when Mr and
Mrs Brinkley picked up their salad forks...

Mrs Steven's: "Elizabeth, will you not be joining us
for dinner?"

I saw Valerie look at Mrs Steven's then to her mother,
then smiled. I could almost see a question mark
hanging over her head. 

Me: "No, not tonight."

Everyone began eating while I went to the kitchen and
began plating the main course. After 15 minutes I
returned to the dining room and began clearing salad
bowls.

After serving the main course, I capped off everyone's
water glasses then wine glasses. I laid out the crème
brulee and got them ready to finish, then put the
salad dishes into the dishwasher and cleaned up the
counter. With dessert ready I went back to the dining
room to check on things.

The Steven's were explaining some little known
facts about book sales and the impact online and
digital sales market is having on them.

"Mr Steven's: "For instance, take Elizabeth's books,
with a combined sales of paperback of around ten
thousand copies just in our small store. But the last
time I looked, her books had sold over ten million
digital copies nationally."

Mr B: "That's amazing, I would never have guessed."

They talked some more about the Steven's store and
books before Mrs Steven's asked.

Mrs Steven's: "So, we know all about the decorating
business, but what do you do John?"

Mr B: "I'm no decorator, I leave that to Dawn, no, I'm
a psychologist and neurologist, and work in the
pharmaceuticals industry."

Mrs S: "That sounds terribly complicated."

Mr B: "There's lots of lab work and a great deal of
research."

The evening went on and as everyone was eating the
crème brulee I was once again topped off water glasses ...

Mr S: "Elizabeth, when will you be releasing your next
book?"

Me: "No time soon, I'm only halfway through it Bob,
uh, Mr Steven's."

Mr S: "Oh really, it's been over a year since your
last release and we're already getting inquiries about
your next book."

Me: "I don't know when it will be ready, I've been so
busy lately, especially since I began working for the
Brinkley's."

Mrs Brinkley broke in...

"Elizabeth has been working exclusively for us for,
oh, about six months I think."

Mrs S: "That explains why she hasn't dropped by store
for a cappuccino and sit at that little corner table
writing for hours at a time."

Mr B: "She still sits with a cappuccino and works away
for hours at a time, she just does it at home, or
right here."

Mr S: "I suppose most writers take breaks now and
then. Just don't make it to long, there's people out
here curious what's next after the last cliffhanger."

Me: "I'm sorry, but I don't know when it will be."

Mrs B: "Elizabeth, perhaps you should check the
kitchen, I think I heard a bell."

Me: "Yes Ma'am."

I turned and walked back to the kitchen, knowing there
was no bell since there's nothing cooking.

I remained there until I was sure everyone was
finished with dinner before clearing plates. When I
had picked up the last o dessert plates and walked
back into the kitchen I noticed Valerie had followed
me. As I was bending over loading the dishwasher...

Val: "So, what's that about in there tonight, are
those friends of yours?"

She was leaning against the far counter and staring at
me. She's always intimidated me, and for some reason I
just can't resist her gaze. I both melt and cringe
when she looks into my eyes.

Me: "They were friends, are friends, but I haven't
seen them in a while your Highness."

Val: "Well, I'm pretty sure they've figured you out by
now."

Me: "Figured out what, your Highness?"

Val: "After you cleared the dinner dishes Mrs Steven's
asked mom if she could borrow you sometime."

I looked at Valerie, and she gave me an evil grin. I
felt my heart sink, knowing she was must be saying
that just to get under my skin, or was she...

Me: "I doubt that, your Highness"

Val: "Hey bitch, are you calling me a liar?"

I was sure she had either exaggerated something or
only trying to upset me...

Me: "They wouldn't have asked that your Highness."

Suddenly Valerie's expression changed and she looked
upset. I realized I had crossed the line with her. I
must have looked scared because she looked me directly
in the eye, causing me to look away. Then she pointed
to the floor in front of herself. I paused only a
second before walking across the kitchen to her, then
slowly dropped to my knees at her feet. I knelt
looking down at her feet.

Val: "Look up here."

I looked up, she was looking directly into my eyes,
no, my soul. She was looking deep into me with a stern
and determined expression. Then she did something
unexpected. When I looked up she pulled her arm up and
slapped me across the face, hard!

My face was on fire and stung. I couldn't believe she
had just slapped me across the face. I was actually
shocked and looked away from her.

Val: "I said look up here."

I looked back up at her, my eyes were watering up. As
the first tear rolled down my cheek I felt it. My face
turned as her hand came across my other cheek. I felt
immediate pain as the heat of the last slap sunk in. 

Val: "Don't ever call me a liar you bitch!"

This time I immediately looked back up to her. She was
holding up her index finger while speaking as if
scolding some child. 

Val: "I didn't lie and even if I did..."

Valerie was interrupted when Mrs Brinkley came into
the kitchen and walked to us, whispering...

Mrs B: "What's going on in here, are you slapping her?
We can hear it all the way in the dining room!"

Mrs Brinkley stood next to us, looking down at me then
to Valerie. I was still gazing up with my lips
quivering and close to fully crying. Valerie whispered
back...

Val: "She called me a liar mom, and I wasn't."

Mrs Brinkley looked down at me and whispered...

Mrs B: "Did you?"

Me: "Y y yes M mistress."

Then Mrs Brinkley looked back to Valerie whispering...

Mrs B: "Is it fixed? Are you finished?"

Val: "I guess so."

Mrs Brinkley looked down at me again saying...

Mrs B: "Lezzy, apologize!"

I felt terrible and I wasn't completely convinced she
hadn't lied to me. I looked down then whispered.

Me: "I'm sorry your Highness."

Mrs B: "Now keep it quiet in here. Lezzy, go wash your
face. Val, next time take her to the play room if we
have company."

I first turned away and got up. While walking to the
small powder room off the kitchen I could hear Valerie
explaining that it had happened so fast, then Mrs
Brinkley consoling her, and complimenting her on
taking care of it promptly.

When I returned, Valerie was leaning against the far
counter looking smug. I walked toward the sink side
and paused, giving her a short curtsy, before stepping
up to the sink and continued cleaning up.

I was finished serving dinner and dessert, so I wasn't
planning to go back into the dining room unless
summoned. If what Valerie said is true, I would feel
uncomfortable in there. The Steven's and I have dined
together at some of the finest restaurants in the
city. As friends, and talking about whatever
came up. Although I'm happy and proud to be serving
the Brinkley's, I don't want the Steven's to think
less of me. I stood at the sink thinking about it. If
this is my new life and I'm so happy with it, why
should I care what the Steven's or anyone else thinks.
If I'm now a willing servant, then the Steven's should
be and probably are superior anyway. I love the
Brinkley's and I couldn't think of a different life,
so I don't care what people think.

I turned around, Valerie was staring at her cell
phone. I thought for a moment, looking for the words
to say. I've spent the last 6 months doing exactly as
told, now I want to put things in perspective, so I
know precisely where I stand. 

Me: "Your Highness, I can't think of anything I'd
rather do, than serve you and your parents, but do I
have choices, do I have the option to stop and return
to my previous life?"

Valerie looked up from her phone. She seemed perplexed
by my question and thought for a moment. She quickly
typed on her phone before looking back to me.

Val: "No, what kind of choices could you possibly
want?"

Me: "I'm not sure, I haven't had to decide many things
lately your Highness."

Val: "Do you want to make decisions?"

Me: "I suppose, sometimes, I don't know for sure."

Val: "Ok, stand on one foot, you decide which one."

I immediately lifted my left foot and stood on my
right.

Val: "Why did you pick your right foot?"

Me: "Because it's more stable than my left your
Highness."

Val: "But I had hoped you'd stood on your left."

I immediately switched feet and stood on my left.

Val: "That's better, but see what happens when you
choose for yourself?"

I thought for a split-second.

Me: "I make the wrong choices, I'm sorry your
Highness."

She went back to her phone then turned and walked
away.

Val: "I'll be in my room. Come see me when you're
finished with everything."

Me: "Yes your Highness."

I went back to work cleaning the kitchen and thinking
about everything. I concluded that my life is exactly
as it should be. I'm the one who chose this otherwise
I wouldn't be here doing it. I do it out of love. 

When I've caught up in the kitchen, I wander back into
the dining room. They've gone to the living room so
I'm able to finish clearing the table and get
everything in the dishwasher. Once again waiting I
decide to be useful.

I went to check on everyone in the living room. When I
entered, they were seated on opposite sofas that faced
each other. Everyone stopped talking and looked at me. 

Mr Steven's: "Elizabeth, I thought maybe you'd left."

Me: "No Sir, I've been in the kitchen. Does anyone
need anything?"

Mr B: "I could use a refill, we switched to the
Cabernet franc."

Me: "Yes Sir."

I went to the bar, picked up the open bottle and
walked over to Mr Brinkley who was seated on the end
of the sofa. He held his glass up and using both
hands, I bent over at the waist to refill his glass.
As I did, he unconsciously reached up and held my
thigh just under the hem of my dress. When I finished,
I raised up and asked...

"Would anybody else like to be topped off?"

Mr Brinkley left his hand just under my dress holding
my thigh as I stood next to the end of the sofa.

Mrs B: "Sure, you may as well top me off."

She was seated next to Mr Brinkley. All I had to do
was bend over and pour as she held the glass above Mr
Brinkley. He was now rubbing his hand up and down the
back of my thigh from just above my knee to half-way
up my thigh. I was sure it was only an unconscious
reaction,  something he had done many times as I've
served him. This time, when I finished the pour, I
glance over at the Steven's. They’re both staring as I
raise back up, and I realized Mr Brinkley's hand is
rested high enough to lift my dress slightly. I'm sure
the Steven's wondered why Mr Brinkley sitting next to
his wife, has his hand halfway up my inner thigh.

Mrs Steven's: "I'll take a top off Elizabeth."

I walked around the coffee table and in front of Mrs
Steven's. I bent over and she lifted her glass while I
filled it. I was surprised when I noticed her looking
down my dress. Wearing no bra, my boobs hung freely,
pushing my dress down and open, making it easy to see
my cleavage. Mr Steven's held his glass up and I
topped his glass off. He also noticed and was looking
down my dress at my boobs. When finished I raised up
and returned the bottle to the bar. I turned around
facing them and remained standing next to it.

They went back to a conversation they were having
about the economy and current administration. They
seemed to agree which makes for a more pleasant
atmosphere.

After another twenty minutes, I repeated wine refills
with same reactions and looks down the top of my
dress. I returned to my standing position next to the
bar. After a few minutes, Valerie came into the living
room.

Val: "Mom, can I use, uh, get, uh... Elizabeth to help
me with something."

Mrs B: "Of course, go ahead Elizabeth, if we need a
refill we know where it is."

Me: "Yes Ma'am."

I caught myself doing a short curtsy before walking
around the rear of a sofa toward Valerie. I almost
regretted doing it, then realized I can't help myself
and the Steven's probably thought nothing of it.

As I approached Valerie she turned and walked toward
the bedrooms. We entered her room and closed the door.
She walked straight to her bed and stood next to it
saying...

"I'm ready for bed and I don't feel like rubbing it
out tonight."

"Yes your Highness."

I stepped up and began undressing her. She wore a
multi-color green print top that buttoned up and black
jeans. She had already taken her shoes off so I
removed her top and jeans. She wore a matching bra and
panty set so took them off with little or no help from
her. Her B cup breasts hung high with no sage. I don't
often help her to bed but I do help her bathe now and
then. Valerie goes to a spa with Mrs Brinkley and I to
get waxed, so she's completely smooth with no stubble. 

Once I finished undressing her, I turned down her bed
and she slipped into it. She looked up at me as she
got comfortable on her back. She picked up her phone
and looked at it while glancing at me again saying...

"Get undressed, it's weird getting licked with you
wearing that ridiculous outfit."

I began undressing which consisted of only shoes,
apron, small cap and the dress. I laid them out on a
chair next to her bed and as soon as I was completely
naked Valerie raised the bedding for me to get in bed. 

I slipped in and onto my left side. I've gotten to
know her well and what she likes. I slid down and
gently took her right nipple between my lips. I tugged
ever so gently and sucked. As my tongue flicked at her
hardening nipple I slid my right hand down across her
stomach to her mound. My middle finger found her
already firm clit and rubbed. She let out a moan as I
rubbed and suckled. She dropped her phone on the
mattress and her left hand moved to massage her left
breast. She rubbed her nipple between her thumb and
forefinger. I watched while sucking her right nipple
and rubbing her clit gently. She gently rolled her
nipple as I sucked and flicked with my tongue. Her
soft moans told so much of her enjoyment. Her
breathing varied with the speed of my finger as I
rubbed her clit. After only 10 minutes, she took her
right hand and pushed my head down to her pussy. 

She raised her knees and I pushed the bedding down,
exposing her naked body, then I settled between her
open thighs. She let out a low moan as my tongue
licked up her slit and my lips encompassed her clit.
She rested both feet on my back and one hand on the
back of my head. As I slowly sucked on her clit, I
watched her gently rolling her nipples. She was
already wet before my first lick but she began leaking
down to her ass. I took one finger and slowly played
with her ass, using her own juices as lube to allow my
finger to ease inside. Her panting grew quicker and
her moans louder just before for first orgasm. I was
concerned we may be heard all the way into the living
room.

I concentrated on her clit and a finger playing with
her ass as she rode through her second orgasm. She
pushed me away when her clit became too
sensitive. I slipped away and made room for her legs
to straighten out.

She laid motionless for a few minutes then opened her
eyes and said...

"Get me a t-shirt."

I got up and got a clean sleeping t-shirt from her
second drawer and helped pull it over her head. I
helped prop pillows behind her so she could sit up
somewhat and she immediately picked up her phone. It
had been beeping quite a bit the last 10 minutes. She
read for a moment then said...

"Mom wants you in the living room. Maybe you should
get dressed."

"Yes your Highness."

I got dressed again as quickly as possible. It's not
difficult only putting on a few things. When
finished...

"My I be excused your Highness?"

"Yes go, now."

I left her room, closing the door behind me. I could
hear voices from the living room so I went that
direction. I paused before entering to lift my dress
and wipe my face of Valerie's juices. Once clean I
stepped into the living room. 

Everyone was standing and winding up the visit. I
walked over and stood next to Mrs Brinkley. She
ignored me as they spoke of getting together after the
holidays to start another project. I walked with them
as they made there way to the door. 

As everyone was saying their goodbyes, Mrs Steven's
gave me a hug saying it was good to see me. Then she
whispered in my ear...

"Are you happy? Are you ok?"

I squeezed her tight and whispered back...

"Yes I am, and better than ever."

"Good"

Then she broke the hug and said aloud...

"Dawn, do let Elizabeth come visit sometime, we could
use a good meal."

Mrs B: "We'll have to plan a visit sometime."

Mrs Brinkley put her arm around my waist, pulling me
against her. She held me tightly and I sensed it was
her way of showing Mrs Steven's that I was hers.

Mr Brinkley and Mr Steven's shook hands and the
Steven's left.

Mr Brinkley watched out the window until they had
driven away while Mrs Brinkley sat back down and
watched me pick up the wine glasses to take them into
the kitchen. 

"Lezzy, after you put the glasses away put your
clothes away."

"Yes Mistress."

I added the wine glasses to the dishwasher and started
it. Then walked to the closet and took the clothes
off. When I finished, I walked back to the living room.
Mr and Mrs Brinkley were walking around turning off
the lights. When they finished in the living room and
foyer they headed down the hall toward the bedrooms.
Just before they disappeared from view Mr Brinkley
snapped his fingers and patted his thigh...

"Cunt"

I followed them down the hall and into their bedroom.
The bedroom was custom designed by me, to be exactly
what I wanted. Although when they moved in they
replaced the king-size bed I had with their own which
included a full mirrored canopy. Mr Brinkley sat in
one of the chairs and Mrs Brinkley walked into the
closet. When Mr Brinkley bent over to take off his
shoes, I spoke up...

Me: "Master, let me help you with that."

Mr B: "No, you go and help Dawn."

I walked into the closet. I had this closet built very
large with built in shelves and drawers. There is a
dressing table at the far end that catches the morning
sun through a window and a comfortable chair to sit
in. Mrs Brinkley was seated and taking her hair down.
I came to her and slipped to the floor to help with
her shoes. She has a routine like we all do and I've
figured it out but I have learned not to presume
anything. I put her shoes on the open spot on the
shelf and when I returned she handed me a hair brush.
I brushed her hair as she removed her watch and
jewelry.

"Lezzy, were you ok having the Steven's here tonight?
I know you were concerned."

"Yes, I think it went better than expected Mistress."

"I think so too, however, I'm pretty sure they figured
everything out by the time dinner was over."

"Her Highness said something similar Mistress"

"They jokingly asked to borrow you."

"That might be awkward Mistress."

"Probably, but if it clinches the book store project
we may have to consider it Lezzy."

I thought for moment...

"Yes Mistress, I understand."

"They seemed quite taken with your tits. Did you
notice?"

"Yes, when I was pouring they looked down my dress
Mistress"

"Yes, after you left to help Val we discussed your
cleavage. Remove the top button of the servant dress,
actually, remove the top button from all your costumes
Lezzy."

I thought of which ones had buttons up the front and
how much cleavage would show before answering...

"Yes Mistress."

Mrs Brinkley stood and put the brush down...

"You may undress me."

I undressed her, hanging up what she had only worn for
dinner and putting the remainder in the hamper. When I
had finished she said...

"Purple robe."

I got her purple robe and held it as she put it on.
Then she walked out with me right behind her.

Mr Brinkley was sitting and watching the news. He had
only taken his shoes off and loosened his tie. Mrs
Brinkley seemed interested in a news story and sat in
the chair next to his. I slipped to the floor at her
feet, trying to avoid blocking their view, rested my
head on her knee. As she watched, she rested her hand
on my head playing with my hair. 

They both watched intently at a story about baseball
playoffs. An attractive female sportscaster talked
about some upcoming game that may be the last game.
I've never kept up with sports but the Brinkley's seem
to be quite knowledgeable. During a commercial break
Mrs Brinkley said...

"John, do you like blonde hair."

"What? Why, are you dying your hair?"

"No, what do you think of that newscaster?"

"It looked ok, she looked cute."

"I was thinking of dying Lezzy's hair blonde, what do
you think?"

Huh, that got my attention.

"I don't know, I hadn't ever thought of her as a
blonde."

"I think it'd look good on her."

"You can always try it. and if you don't like it, change it
again."

I've never changed my hair color. It's always been
naturally medium brown and I've would have never
considered blonde.

"Well, think about it. It might be a fun change."

The news came back on and both listened in. The female
sportscaster was again talking about possibilities of
yet another game. 

Mr B: "Cunt, come here."

I immediately turned from my left side to my right and
was at his knee. 

"Take it out"

I maneuvered between his knees as he spread then apart
making room. I quickly undid his belt and pants, then
reached in and pulled his soft cock out. 

"Suck it."

"Yes Master."

I scooted comfortably between his legs and grasped his
cock at the base. He was already firming up by the
time my lips reached it. I wrapped my lips around it
and began sucking while simultaneously playing with
its smooth head with my tongue. Within a minute he was
hard and doubled in size. I began sucking his cock all
the way in, then pulling almost all the way off just
as he likes it. He put both hands on my head and set
the pace and depth of each thrust into my mouth. I
softly moaned and occasionally gagged but tried to
remain quiet since they were watching TV.

"Do you mean the same blonde color as her hair?"

"Yeah, sort of that beach blonde look like hers."

"Can you make her look like her?"

"Sure, some makeup and that hair, and she'd be sucking
you right now."

"Ok, go for it."

"I'll see what I can do."

I was so busy sucking Mr Brinkley's cock I didn't have
time to think about what they were talking about. I
heard them, but it wasn't sinking in. Finally, Mr
Brinkley pulled me completely off his cock...

"Strip me."

"Yes Master."

I reached up and pulled his pants and boxers down as
he lifted. Then I took his tie off, unbuttoned his
shirt and helped him out of it. I put his clothes to
the side and knelt back between his knees...

"Dawn, come here and climb on."

Mrs Brinkley gave him a playful look, then got up. I
moved to one side as he pulled his knees together and
she started to straddle him, he said...

"No, reverse, turn around."

She spun around, and he slid forward to the edge of the
chair seat. She eased down onto him, using my shoulder
for balance. She grabbed his cock and held its head to
her pussy. She eased down onto it and I watched her
lips spread around his cock, encasing it till she
rested fully in his lap. She grabbed the arms of the
chair and began to ride him. Finally, he thrust up once
before pulling her back against his chest. She laid
back into him and he spread his knees apart, forcing
her legs to spread even more before he spoke.

"Cunt, lick us."

"Yes Master."

I scooted between his legs and looked at his cock
almost completely busiest into her. With her lying
back against him her clit was fully exposed and
waiting. I leaned in and licked from his hanging balls
all the way up along the bottom of his cock a few
inches until it became buried within her, then licked
her pussy. Her clit was firm and just above his cock.
I circled it with my tongue, then turned my head to
the side, so I could try to suck it in. I
pulled away and concentrated on licking from clit to
balls, then balls to clit, trying to give the
Brinkley's equal time on my tongue. Mrs Brinkley
moaned and Mr Brinkley would fight the urge to thrust
up. They sat watching that blonde newscaster talk
about ball games and players as I licked. Mr Brinkley
then said...

"See how much fun watching sporting news can be when
cunt looks just like her?"

I heard Mrs Brinkley moan out as I suckled her clit...

"Oh yes Mme, is this what you and Mr Steven's were
talking about?"

"Yep"

I paused when I heard that wondering if they had
discussed me doing this. Maybe the Steven's knew more
than I thought. As the newscaster continued Mr
Brinkley began moaning and thrusting up into his wife.
He was moaning aloud...

"Lick us Heather lick us. Oh yeah, lick my balls, mmmm
good."

Did he just call me Heather I wondered. I continued
assuming he had messed up or I heard wrong. They both
were fucking now, he would thrust up, and she was
actively humping his cock. It was becoming harder to
lick and my face was being pushed hard into them,
my nose pressed against her clit as my tongue licked
his cock and balls. 

They both came together in a shuttered orgasm. Mrs
Brinkley grabbed my hair and pulled me into their
joining. She held me tight and I felt her trembling
with each wave. Mr Brinkley had thrust in deep and I
felt his cock pulsing and throbbing each time he
pumped cum into her.

When they finally slowed to a stop, she let go of my
hair. I pulled back, catching my breath and stared at
their joining. I thought how funny that a man's cock
begins softening so quickly after he cums. It was ever
so slowly easing out of her on its own while it
softened. He sensed it and said...

"Don't waste anything and keep it off the chair."

I leaned back in close just as his cock popped free I
held it from falling limply between his legs, then
quickly licked the cum as it spilt out from Mrs
Brinkley. As I licked I remembered when Mr Brinkley
came heavier than now, but cumming once or twice daily
must have that effect on men. Mrs Brinkley commented
more than once they used to make love twice a week.
But in the last 7 months since I began serving them
it's steadily increased to at least once daily.

I finished licking Mrs Brinkley and concentrated on Mr
Brinkley's cock, making sure no more cum could be
squeezed out and fall onto the chair. When I finished
Mrs Brinkley pushed me away and stood. She stepped
back to the other chair and sat down. Mr Brinkley
straightened up and I knelt between them. My tongue
and jaws exhausted from steadily licking. When I
glanced at the television I saw the newscaster they've
been talking about. A blonde about my age who did look
like a surfer girl. She was now talking about the
start of basketball season. The name across the bottom
of the screen read. Heather Holloway Reporting Sport
Central. Oh, that's what that was all about. I looked
closely at her and wondered when I would see her in
the mirror.

Mr Brinkley turned off the TV and helped Mrs Brinkley
out if her chair. They both walked to the bed and
climbed in. As they snuggled up Mrs Brinkley said...

"Lezzy, don't forget to turn off the lights before you
go home."

"Yes Mistress of course. Good night Master, good night
Mistress."

I turned and walked out, turning off every light on my
way out the back door. The air was freezing as I
walked across the street to the guest house, my new
home as it were. My nipples and ears were freezing by
the time I got inside. I looked at the clock. It's
10:45 and I'm exhausted. I looked out the window to make
sure the porch light wasn't on before going into the
bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. 

After cleaning up I drifted off to sleep feeling so
blessed to have those I love more than life here with
me and how lucky I am to be so loved by the
Brinkley's.