Chapter 3

So tell me, what else do you have in mind where I – your Mistress and Goddess – should make concessions to a "lowly slave"?"

I took a deep breath and began. "Darling, we need to spend some of the time we are together on MY "playground" – the lake house.

She started to...

"Please wait, let me finish, OK?"

She nodded and I went on.

"You haven't been there for a very long time. It is no longer the cabin in the woods. It's a real home. That is why I said that its value is about equal to our house. I spent a lot of money up there when I was working for your father, rather than the slave to you and whose pay you confiscated".

She started to make and angry face.

"Hold on babe, just messing a bit with you. I know I gave it to you voluntarily and you gave it all back to me. That was a really sweet surprise. Anyway back to the house. It has three bedrooms and baths, full kitchen and a dining living area. There is an inside and outside Jacuzzi. It's fully air conditioned and heated. I think, I know there is an area in the basement that could easily be converted into a "play room" not as elaborate as we have at home but..."

"I think you will really like it there. It is so beautiful and the sun rises and sets are just spectacular. Remember those love notes that I keep leaving you every so often? Did you realize that I always gave them to you after spending time up there. The beauty of the area inspired me. I was trying to tell you something, that I missed you and wanted to share with you."

"I have a proposal for you, remember everything now is negotiable, and negotiate we will. Right now this is not a "dictatorship" but a partnership we want to nurture and grow. So tell me, to how many charity events to you drag me in the cause of a year, eight, ten, more? I think eight is a good number on average. I think this year and it's only the end of July we are already at six. So for the time being let's leave it at eight. So my idea is that for every time to you drag me to one of those, you owe me a weekend at the lake. I think that is very fair."

"But I don't know any one up there."

"Not my fault and not true"

"What do you mean not true"

"Well for one, Alice and Clarence Cooper..."

"Coopers from the BDSM club?"

"The very same, they have a lovely place across the lake from us and with my telescope we probably could watch...

She punched me "Perv"

"Yes, actually Alice was asking about you on Saturday after the race. When she saw me she thought you were around too and that maybe would could "play" at their place that night. I was honest and told her that we hit a rough spot and I was there alone. She got a bit upset, thinking that maybe you had gone too far with some physical stuff and was ready call you to read you the riot act. I calmed her down told her we were working on a solution and would see them soon."

"Is that why they are never at the club on Fridays or weekends during the summer? I've wondered about that since they don't miss much there any other time."

"Yes it is. I have a feeling that they have some other play partners up there, people that live there year around. So it could really be fun to get involved with new couples" Also all the "vanilla" folks in the yacht club are all very nice. I am serious about wanting to spend more time up at the lake but I want to spend it with you. That's why it is now on the table."

Monique took a sip from her coffee and sort of stared into space, not saying anything. I decided to wait her out and see what was on her mind.

She turned, looked at me... "When will this start?"

"Tomorrow. I'm going to try to get out of the office by noon. Please have Carmen make a sandwich for me to eat on the way up. I'll pick you up before one and we head straight up to the lake to spend the weekend. I'll be in the "driver's seat" and all activities will be based on what I want, like going out and race and you will join us for the social hour after the race. It's next to our place and we can just walk over after I've secured the boat."

Are you telling me that I, your Mistress should all weekend long follow you around like a puppy dog, "sit and stay" as you command?"

"Not at all darling, I want you to have fun, get to know my friends. I just want you to join me with an open mind, that is all. When we are alone, I have no objection to you taking control."

"This is very important to me. If you approach this weekend with reluctance and resentment because it's one of my demands, I see a very dim future for us. I love you with all my heart but I need to get back some of my, I don't know - self respect, self esteem just don't seem to be the right words but I think you get the idea. Ever since I became your self-proclaimed "slave", I've been dancing to your tune. Don't get me wrong. I loved every minute, well most of them but this incident last week triggered something that I can't quite explain. The only way I see for getting over that will be that you will join me in some of the things that make me "ME" beyond what our lives have been up to now. I need a partner that is willing to share some of my passions."

"I know you've tried golf and I appreciate that effort you put into that but I also accept that it is just not you. The same way, I don't expect you to crew for me when I race the boat but I want you to be there to watch and cheer for me.

Now a moonlight sail on a balmy summer evening, a bottle of wine, other couples doing the same thing while Tony, our current commodore, is singing Italian love songs, that is a whole other story. I don't think that is too much to ask. Eight weekend at the lake with me between Memorial Day and Columbus Day.

There was that pensive look again in her eyes. What was going on in her head. I could almost hear the gears turning.

Suddenly Monique was on my lap trying her very best to suck my tonsils out – a lost cause because there were gone but I have to give her an "A" for effort.

"OK, I'll give it a try this weekend. I want to "table our discussion" until after the weekend. At that time I may or may not accede to your demands or have some counter proposals since you did say this was negotiable"

"Now let's go home, I want to fuck your brains out"

"Not going to happen...

"WHAT?"

"Easy darling, I have no problem with the fucking part. But not at home, here. I'm not going to sleep there until we replaced the couch slime ball was fucking you on. Maybe even have the place "fumigated".

"You're being silly." Throw out the couch set?

"Yes I need to have anything that could remind me, removed from the house and you will have your work cut out this weekend convincing me how sorry you are and how much you love me. My fragile ego needs lots and lots of reassurances."

With a sly grin "Maybe even one of those blow jobs like you gave the last time you banished me to the basement for almost two weeks"

She slapped my face again – not as hard as earlier in the evening. "Don't push your luck buster. Show ME how much you want to be MY slave again this weekend and maybe..."

"Enough of this. Time to get naked. Undress your GODDESS."

"Yes GODDESS" and that started a night of unbridled passion. I don't think I've ever seen Monique so turned on. We alternated between softly making love and some pretty rough "play" and the couple of flashbacks of Harry's hairy ass did little to diminish my enjoyment and passion.

It was probably was around 4:30 or so before we drifted off to sleep only to be rudely awakened by the alarm at 7 AM. A quick shower for me and getting dressed.

Monique tried to con me back into bed when I kissed her goodbye but I stayed hard – more ways than one – and managed to escape while reminding her "I'll pick you up from home around 1 PM. Please don't forget my sandwich".

I hoped that my trusted PA would have coffee and a doughnut for me when I got to my desk as I made my way across the street to the office virtually crawling on my nipples. That is how worn out I was after all the hours of incredible sex and play.

I busted my butt and managed to get out of the office by 12:30 in a very chipper mood. For one I was heading home to get Monique for a weekend at the lake and the other reason, Greg had discovered something that made "hairy ass Harry" very vulnerable but that could wait till next week.

The forecast for the weekend was great and sailing should be good both days. I was looking forward to the look on Monique's face when she saw how the humble cabin had morphed into a respectable year-around home. I for one could see spending my retirement there with maybe a condo in the city for those days when we wanted the theater, a concert or one of those charity functions that I was sure would not go away.

On the way home, I stopped at a seafood store to pick up our dinner for the evening. A couple dozen clams and some good sized lobster tails all to be cooked on the grill. I throw the clams on the grill and when they pop open baste them with a butter and garlic mixture. Yummy. The same mixture also goes on the lobster tails after I crack them open when done. A small salad and baked potato complete a perfect summer meal when it's accompanied by a nice bottle of Riesling.

The drive up to the lake was pretty uneventful and we did not do a lot of talking. I think both of us were still trying to deal with the events of the last couple of weeks as well as what had transpired last night.

I chuckled as we turned into the driveway of my place – next week to be ours – when I looked at Monique's face.

"WHAT?" Where is the house?"

"You are looking at it."

"You are crazy, you promised me a house and all I see is a garage, a chimney and some vent pipes?"

"You'll see". I opened the garage door to drive in. We got out of the car, closed the garage door and led Monique to a door where I had a blindfold ready for her.

"Here put this on"

"I will NOT"

"Please, please trust me."

"Oh, OK". Let's get this over with in a hurry before you take me home again."

I put the blindfold on her and led her through the door down a few steps into the kitchen, dining and living space. See my house is an "earth house" sort of diamond shaped like on a playing card with mostly glass walls facing southeast from the kitchen and dining area. The living space occupied most of the top of the diamond facing south and a bit southwest. The master bedroom was facing mostly west. The only drawback with this most energy efficient construction is that the guest bed rooms had no windows, just sky lights.

I placed Monique into the middle of all this and removed her blindfold.

"WOW" was all she could utter as she took in the view of the lake where a couple of sailboats were scooting along as well as her surroundings.

"This is beautiful, how did you ever?"

"There used to live an architect here at the lake. He was retired and up in years. I met him when I was here one weekend way back when during a social at the club. We were talking and I mentioned that I was going to tear down the old cabin and build something new. He offered to come and look at the land and to give me some suggestions. I gratefully accepted and the next day he showed up with a sketch pad. We walked around the property and when he looked at the hill side from the water "that is a perfect hill for an earth house".

"I said "What do you mean?" and rather than telling me he sat down on the dock and started sketching. That sketch pretty much showed what you will see when you look at the house from the water."

"He practically begged me to let him design the house and once I understood what he had in mind I told him to go for it. Construction was pretty expensive but since we are young a lot of that money will come back in energy savings over the years."

"This is a most energy efficient structure. Our utility bill with either a/c or heating should never be more than 500 bucks a year at the current rates. See the northwestern and north sides are buried in the hill. There is 18 inches of sand, dirt and grass on the roof. We use ground water as a starting point for either heating or cooling. It has a temp around 56 degrees and that will never vary no matter if it is a 100 in the shade or minus 10 outside."

"That 's fine but boring. Show me where you will build me my play space"

So we headed down to the basement.

"Hmm, I like this, bare block walls rather like a "prison". What are those pipes in the corner?"

"Those are for hooking up a toilet and sink. When we laid this out I was thinking that one day I would have my trains down here and I don't want to run upstairs every time, you know..."

A little irritated Monique mumbles "those damn trains again. I thought we laid that to rest."

Brightening up a bit she asked "could we add a shower and maybe even a second bathroom?"

I looked puzzled.

"You know I like the "prison concept". So a shower would be OK in addition to the sink. But I think a tin fixture in the corner for peeing and a whole that you would have to squat over would be perfect – you know like we saw in China on that last trip when you took me sightseeing. That "public rest room" by the temple with the only separation between men and Ladies a flimsy wall that you but not most Chinese could see over. I think that would be much more appropriate for a "slave quarter" don't you think love?"

"So why the second bathroom?"

"Oh, silly boy your GODDESS needs a proper toilet besides, if you ever do get that train room, you would not want to expose your guests to that slave cell, would you now".

With that Monique looked around and found some 2 x 4 lumber laying around.

"Help me with these – put one here, another one there and there."

Looking at the lumber I realized that she had laid out a room of approximately 18 to 20 feet by maybe 12 feet.

"Yes I think that will do nicely. Gives me enough room to swing my whips even after a cot and bondage toys are in here.

Darling, I want you to call a contractor on Monday and set up a meeting for me to meet with him say on Thursday or Friday next week, I'll go up ahead of time and you can come straight from the office. Don't worry, I'll show you his estimate and if think we should check with someone else, we can do that after we have his figures. You know, I want this to be completely sound proof".

"But why babe?. No will be able to hear us outside when we play down here."

"I know, but I also don't want any sound penetrate to upstairs".

That raise the hairs on my neck a bit and wondered what is she up to. I didn't say anything but filed that comment into the back reaches of my brain.

"Say darling, how warm or cold does it get here, it seems to be a bit chilly."

"It stays just around 70 all year long. I think that maybe once we have a dehumidifier down here, it should be quite comfortable especially once you get into the "swing of things"."

"Hmm so someone could stay down here for quite some time, even without clothes without getting hypothermia?"

More alarm bells went off in my head but I stayed cool. "Sure, it would not be very comfortable without a blanket at night but yeah a couple of days should be good, especially if the food would fairly high in calories."

"Hmm. OK let's go back upstairs. Like I said it's a bit chilly and I'll include the dehumidifier when I talk to the contractor. Besides I'm hungry. Get cooking slave"

That last comment was delivered with a dazzling smile and I forgot for the moment all the stuff that had put me on alert.

Our dinner was delicious and I earned a number of some very sensual kisses that held some promise for later.

It was a very pleasant evening as we sat on the deck watching the moon leaving silver streaks on the lake. We're both having a nice cognac and I indulged in my pipe. The little talking we did evolved around what she could expect tomorrow during the day.

"Hey, let's go and try out your bed but you better first take a shower and brush your teeth at least twice. I don't want any tobacco smells. I enjoy it out here when you smoke your pipe but inhaling the smell when I whisper sweet nothings into your ear or savagely bite it does nothing for me."

Actually our lovemaking was quite sedate compared to yesterday but very nice. Falling asleep at the lake in each other's arms was a bonus for me.

Saturday morning was routine after serving Monique breakfast in bed followed by a couple of oral orgasms for Her. I puttered around the boat and dock getting ready for the race. When Monique came outside, I introduced her to our neighbor and they left chatting while went back to my chores.

The race was uneventful but I did see Monique sitting on our neighbor's dock with some other ladies watching the race from time to time with my binoculars which made me very happy. It looked like she was trying.

Most of the boats gathered around our and the two docks on either side of us for the after the race social. It was quite a lively crowd and Monique's face lit up when the Coopers came down the drive way.

"Hey girl, he finally managed to drag you up here did he now. It's about time, I told Peter that if you didn't come this weekend, I would whip his sorry ass real good."

All this was accompanied by hugs between the two ladies. Both Clarence and I were very grateful that Alice's comments were fairly low level and no one picked up on the ass whipping.

"I want you both to come to dinner tonight and I won't take no for an answer, Clarence and petey can do the cooking and serving their Goddesses. Well I guess petey will do most of the cooking because Clarence sucks at it. If they do a good job, they can have our leftovers otherwise it will be cold pizza for both of them in addition to some extra lashes. This is going to be fun."

"But I don't think..."

"Don't worry about it, just have petey wear one of your panties and while cooking and serving, he can have one of Clarence's extra frilly aprons. Also I have a spare "slave collar" and plenty of toys to share."

"Darling WE are going to have to have a blast.

"You heard Mistress Alice, go find the panties that I wore yesterday and put them on under your shorts. Then go with Clarence and help him put their boat away. We'll be over shortly. I'll bring something else for you to wear should We decide to let you two slaves take your Goddesses on a moon light sail."

So there I was struggling to fit into Monique's thong type panties. I did manage to put them on but they were rather uncomfortably riding up my crack and putting some pressure on my balls.

We had just finished putting their scow up on the rack when the Ladies arrived and called us into the house.

"Slaves in here. Strip before coming into the house on your hands and knees. petey, keep your panties on. Since you are not in a CB, we don't want your puny balls and dick swinging around like you were a real man."

"Clarence, show petey were all the stuff for dinner is and then bring us some wine. We want you both out here since We have a little contest before you start on dinner."

As we came back with the wine, "Clarence kneel in front of Mistress Monique and petey, you in front of Me. Now here is the deal, when I say go, you start worshipping us at the foot of your choice. Be careful, go slow and work your way up to our pussies. You will wait until We tell you that it's OK to start working on those. Here comes the challenge. The slave who brings his Mistress to an orgasm first is the winner and will cane the loser's ass five times. We know you are friends, so in order to make sure you hit hard enough, We want to see five nice red stripes."

"Yes, and if WE are not satisfied with the "quality" of the stripes, We will correct that and both of you will get five each from us" piped up Mistress Monique.

I knew right then and there that each of us would get caned. It was a no win situation.

This was going to be tough. Neither of us had ever served the other Mistress in that capacity. We had no idea of how they would react. In a way it was a fun challenge and normally I would really enjoy it but it was a race with consequences for the loser.

I thought, that I beat Clarence by a couple of seconds but the Ladies declared it a tie.

"We are hungry, so there is no time to do a re-run on the "race". As a result We will administer five lashes to each of you. Bend over and touch your toes. Lose contact and We start over."

I think that Clarence got off lucky. We are not much into using the cane and Monique must have been a bit hesitant because I did not hear much out of him and when I looked at his ass, yes he had the stripes but not very pronounced. I on the other hand have never felt pain like this before. Especially from the last stroke that landed right were the ass ended and the thighs began. It seems to be a very sensitive area and I just barely managed to not lose contact with my toes. I thought I detected some small expression of disappointment from Mistress Alice that I hung in there. Surely She would have loved to add another five...

I'm sure that I will have some bruises for a couple of days. I'm going to have to pray that Mistress Alice does not say anything to my Goddess about having hit too softly and offers lessons.

"OK, enough for right now. We are hungry get busy in the kitchen."

I set Clarence to fix a couple of salads and shrimp cocktails while I got busy with the main course. Poached salmon, steamed cauliflower and garlic mashed potatoes.

The salmon was already pre-cut into two nice size pieces and two pieces just barely an inch wide. Well I knew what we would get if we got lucky. So I decided to make extra potatoes and cauliflower.

As I worked in the kitchen I could hear poor Clarence out in the living room area wincing every so often followed by peals of laughter from the Ladies.

"Hey petey come in here a second. We don't want you to miss out on the fun."

"On your knees slave." As I knelt in front of My Goddess, She attached a couple of clamps on my nipples each had a two ounce fishing weight attached to it.

"So how long until dinner is ready?"

"About 30 minutes, Goddess".

"Good, then come in here every ten minutes so that I can add another set of weights. I want to stay focused. Now go back to work."

Was Her command with a swat on my sore ass.

So it went and by the time dinner was on the table I was wearing eight ounces of lead suspended from each of my rather sore and tormented nipples.

The Coopers have a fairly large dining table and the Ladies were sitting at each end leaving plenty of space under the table for their slaves and that is where we found ourselves.

"petey, I want you on your knees but you can sit back on your haunches. That's good but now come closer and spread your keens. I want access to your balls and dick. Oh, and you better not get My feet messy."

My friend Clarence got similar instructions and our torment began.

Monique started out by just lightly rubbing her soft feet over my balls and dick, occasionally adding pressure enough to make me moan that always made Her giggle. All this time, the Ladies were gossiping about folks we all knew, some here at the lake, others that are part of the BDSM community in town and so on.

I was so close to cumming from the teasing of my balls and dick when I felt one of Her feet making its way slowly up to my nipples, lifting the weights up and putting some extra strain on the clamp before letting the weights drop.

"OUCH" that sure took care of my need to cum for the moment.

"Quiet, wimp. Don't disturb our dinner" as She lifted the other set of weights and dropped them.

Since I knew what was going to happen I managed to just quietly hiss when the pain hit.

This went on for a while and I guess I had entered some form of "sub space" because it surprised me when I heard.

"OK, slaves, time to clean up. We'll help ourselves to an after dinner drink."

When we had all the stuff in the kitchen the two Ladies strolled in holding a glass.

"Time to supervise your dinner slaves. Clarence get the doggie bowls. OK, let's see what We have here. Hmm, one scoop of potatoes for each of you and you each can have one of those small pieces of fish. Looks like we finished the veggies. Oh, I see, scoop those celery pieces out of the pan where the fish is you can have those. (they are there to flavor the fish and normally are not part of the meal)."

"Now down on the floor and eat up. We want to go on the moonlight sail. You both can put on pants and sweater for the sail"

Chuckling, the Ladies left us to our dinner.

We quickly ate our dinner, got dressed and went to the dock to get the boat ready for the moonlight sail. The coopers have a large daysailer in addition to the scow that they race. It is a pretty comfortable party boat with a capacity for eight, but tonight it was just the four of us.

I went up to the house "Mistresses, the boat is ready"

Monique looked at me and then chuckled "Look Alice petey got boobs."

She was referring to the nipple clamps and weights that I still was wearing and they sort of pushed my light sweater out like a young girl not quite big enough for an "A cup".

"Come here baby, let me take them off"

"OUCH" Shit that really hurt, the blood rushing back into the areas clamped off plus Monique wasn't the most gentle when she almost ripped them off.

"You are such a wimp. I think I have to get tougher with you, train you to suffer more in silence"

There was an almost evil grin on her face as she said that and at the same time give my nipples another twist.

Well I decided to not give her any satisfaction and stayed quiet. We walked down to the boat with me carrying to plastic cups and a bottle of wine for the ladies.

It was a magnificent night, with a light breeze, just enough to push the boat along without having to look, hard to do in the night with just the light of the almost full moon, for where the wind was.

There were several boats out, lots of laughter to be heard all over the lake and then Toni's clear baritone could be heard as sang one Italian love song after the other.

There was one song that triggered memories of a trip Monique and I did to Italy a year after we got married and before our FemDomme relationship had evolved. It must have struck a chord with Monique too because she snuggled up to me, hugged me and gave me a kiss that held lots of promises but then she spoiled it again with a quick vicious twist to one of my very sore nipples.

Alice must have heard me gasp. "Monique, you are bad. This is supposed to be romantic. Give petey a break"

They both giggled as we continued to cruise back and forth on the lake.

When the breeze picked up a bit Alice said "it's getting a bit chilly, let's get back to the dock."

We docked and helped the Ladies out of the boat and as they walked up to the house Monique turned

"Help Clarence with boat and then get me to go home".

I was a bit puzzled regarding the tone in her voice. Something different. Not sure what it was, but it certainly not the way she had said "I love you" on the boat before those hot kisses. This sure was confusing.

When we were ready to leave Alice gave me a hug and whispered into my ear

"Be patient, but also be careful"

Now what was that all about?