Chapter 6

Carson held the door and waited for Fiona and me to step out of his workshop and then closed and started to lock it, but hesitated.

“I forgot, I need to bring some tools into the house,” he said, stepping back inside, “Give me just a minute.”

As we listened to tools rattling inside the garage, Fiona took my hand in hers.

“Are you doing alright with all this?” she asked.

“I still can’t believe I’m standing in someone’s open backyard naked,” I said, scanning the area nervously, “and that inspection stuff was kinda wild, but I’m okay.”

“You did great!” she said, squeezing my hand. “I know it has been a lot all at once, but I think this is better than trying to ease you into it.”

I wasn’t sure that was true. I don’t think I had ever felt more humiliated in so many ways as I had that day. I thought Fiona was pleased with me, so far. And why did this seem like such a big deal compared to some of the other things she had been making me do. Maybe it was just that -- she was always making me do things. Should I know what to do by now, or was the whole point that I do as I am told. I love what I have with her and all the things she has brought into my life, even the things I was reluctant to try. I was almost afraid to ask in case it proved that I wasn’t worthy somehow.

“What about you? Do you ... like ... me doing all of this?” I asked with some trepidation.

Fiona looked at me with those green eyes. They always seemed to pierce some sort of veil and give her insights into my mind. My question had been pretty vague, I thought about how to clarify but I wasn’t sure about my own intentions at that moment.

“Yes, of course!” she exclaimed, then, as if sensing all the complexity behind my simple query, she took both my hands in hers and said, “I love you and how willingly you accept all these crazy things I put your through. Not just today, but all of it. The best part is, you truly seem to enjoy it ... at least I think you do. You make me so happy!”

I didn’t know what to say, it bolstered me to hear her sincerity.

“I know this has been a lot, and it’s not over yet. You still have to meet Brandy. She is a little different from Carson, but I think you’ll like her,” Fiona said.

“And how are you feeling being back with your mentor?” I asked, nodding towards Carson who was still rummaging around in the garage.

“It’s great to see Carson again, but I guess I should have been more clear. Carson wasn’t my mentor, it was Brandy,” Fiona explained.

Fiona had mentioned Carson many times since we got together but I don’t remember her ever talking about Brandy other than as Carson’s wife. With a name like Brandy, and what I knew about Carson, I half expected her to be some kind of bimbo trophy wife.

“Oh,” I said, taken aback, “but you’ve never really talked about her much so I just thought ... well, I guess I don’t know what I thought.”

“I learned a lot from both of them, and I was trained by both of them,” Fiona explained, “but Brandy is the one who took me under her wing, especially as I grew into a more dominant role.”

“Brandy is also very old school, and she is the head of this House,” Fiona continued. “That doesn’t mean Carson is her sub (well he was once, but that’s not important right now). It is more about tradition. It has been passed down and there is a larger formal organization which used to be a big deal before so much of this stuff became public knowledge and plastered all over the internet.”

“You mean like some kind of secret society?” I asked, a little surprised.

“Not exactly, but maybe a little. They are very private. But it is really just a way of training and maintaining a school of thought. Not everyone is cut out for all of this. You know what some of your training has been like and I haven’t been very strict with you,” she said. “And especially not everyone is cut out to be a Dom or Domme. The formality helps to weed out some of the crazies and people who would abuse their position.”

I was stunned. Fiona had never talked about any of this, especially nothing about being formally trained.

“We can talk more about it later, I just wanted to warn you that there are rules that will apply here. You aren’t my slave so there is a lot of leeway but you are obviously submissive to me so there will be some expectations,” she said, running two fingers down my side from the rib cage to mid-thigh. “Just be on your best behavior and it should be fine.”

Her touch gave me chills. Her face was beaming and I felt so much for her at that moment I could have done anything to please her.

I still had a million questions but Carson walked back out of the door at that moment, cutting our conversation short. He was holding a small tool bag with several handles sticking out of the top. He handed the bag to me, locked the door, and then, putting his arm around Fiona’s waist, headed towards the house, with me trailing behind, carrying the bag.

“Brandy is looking forward to seeing you again,” Carson said to Fiona.

“I hope she’s not upset I haven’t kept in touch more,” Fiona replied.

“No, no, of course not,” he reassured her.

We crossed the patio and Carson held the back door for us to enter, then followed behind us and closed the door. We were in a small mudroom. There was a bench with a collection of shoes and boots underneath and a step up to another open door.

“Put the tools on the bench, there,” Carson commanded, remembering I was carrying the bag.

I put the bag on the bench and then he led us through the open door into the kitchen. It was similar to our apartment’s open floorplan with the kitchen on this side, a large wooden dining table in the center, and living room furniture on the opposite side which would be the front of the house. There were plenty of windows providing natural light but they were all covered with thin lacy curtains. This gave me my first feeling of having a little privacy since we left home.

A woman was just entering the living room from upstairs. She was about the same age as Carson, mid-fifties if I had to guess. Slender waist with well-curved hips and bust, both of which were accentuated by the light blue dress she wore. The mid-thigh hemline also showed off her shapely legs encased in natural-colored nylons as she expertly navigated the last few steps in black closed-toe heels. Her hair was chestnut brown and shoulder length and styled gracefully around her pretty smiling face which was very tastefully made up and complimented by a pair of red-framed glasses. She had probably been a real bombshell when she was younger and had aged gracefully into this more mature beauty.

“Fiona! I’m so glad you came to see us,” she said as she crossed the room, opening her arms.

Fiona met her halfway and the two women enveloped each other in a warm embrace, surely a sign that there were no hard feelings for her prodigal apprentice.

“Thanks for having us,” Fiona said as they stepped back but continued to hold each other’s hands.

“You know you are always welcome,” the woman replied as she gave Fiona an appraising look. “I think you have gotten more beautiful since I last saw you”

“I don’t know about that, but you look amazing as always,” Fiona said, looking her up and down.

“Pshh, we both know I’m turning into an old lady, but flattery will get you anything you want,” she laughed and released one hand so she could wave away the flattery.

“I’m sorry I haven’t visited sooner,” Fiona sighed.

“We know you have your own thing now. You need a little distance to get your own house in order, so to speak, and I hear you have made a pretty good start,” Brandy said, clasping Fiona’s hand with both of hers in a very parental way and giving me the slightest glance.

They let go of each other’s hand and turned to face me on the other side of the dining table. After what Fiona had told me outside I didn’t know if I was supposed to kneel or bow or what so I just stood there nervously looking at Fiona.

“Brandy, this is my boyfriend, Brian,” Fiona said, gesturing in my direction.

Brandy tilted her head down so she could examine me over the top of her glasses. That look would have made me feel naked even if I had been wearing any clothes. My penis was straining against its prison and I realized I was shifting my weight uncomfortably and fidgeting with my hands in front of me, so I quickly lowered them to my sides.

“Nice to meet you,” I finally said, my voice a little mousey.

“Yes,” Brandy said, drawing out the word as if she was sure it was nice for me but hadn’t decided if it was nice for her yet.

“You have started his training, I see,” she said, turning back to Fiona.

“Yes, but he is my boyfriend, not my slave,” Fiona explained to her as she had to Carson earlier.

“Oh, I see,” Brandy said, sounding a little haughty, but then quickly smiled and said, “but aren’t they really the same thing, dear?”

All three of them laughed, and I joined them hesitantly. If I had been nervous to meet Carson, I was now doubly so with Brandy. I was caught completely off guard and had no idea what to expect from her.

“I did teach him a couple of commands outside just now and he did well,” Carson said.

“Excellent!” Brandy said, chuckling again, “so at least we know he is trainable.”

She looked over at me again. I was now fidgeting with my hands behind my back and watching Fiona for any sign of what I should do.

“Young man, please relax before you have an aneurysm, I can hear your heart pounding from over here – or maybe something else is throbbing?” she teased, her gaze focused on my enclosed penis, which was indeed throbbing.

They all laughed again.

“How about something to drink?” Carson asked. “We’ve got wine and beer and a bit of single malt if you prefer.”

“Brian likes a good whiskey, and you always get the good stuff,” Fiona replied to Carson before I had a chance to decide for myself. “I’ll have wine, please”

“Wine for me as well, dear,” Brandy said.

Carson went to one corner of the kitchen and pulled out glasses. Then he pulled the bottle of whiskey from a lower cabinet and fetched a bottle of pale wine from the fridge.

“How do you take it?” Carson asked me.

“Neat, please,” I responded.

“Aye, good lad. That’s the only correct answer for a good single malt,” he said, putting on a fairly decent Scottish accent.

He poured the wine and then the whiskey and handed me one of each and picked up one of each himself, then led the way across the room to where the girls were standing. We handed off the wine glasses and then Carson stuck his whiskey glass out in the middle of the group.

“Sláinte!” he said.

Everyone replied in kind and clinked our glasses together before taking a drink.

“Are you Scottish or Irish?” I asked.

“No, not really. There’s some Scottish blood way back in my family tree but I’m just a bit of a fan,” Carson replied.

“And he likes to show off his accent whenever he gets a chance,” Brandy said, smiling at him, “He even got one of those audiobooks to help him work it out.”

“Hey, now, don’t go giving away all of my secrets,” Carson laughed, “but it was tricky learning how to trill the R’s properly.”

As we stood there chatting and sipping our beverages, I felt so awkward being the only one naked. I kept squirming and noticed Brandy was keeping her eye on me.

“We can sit and be more comfortable, or is everyone ready for lunch?” Carson prompted after a while.

“I could eat,” Fiona said.

“Yes, I’m famished. I slept in this morning and skipped breakfast,” Brandy said. “Lucky for everyone I did have my coffee.”

Everyone chuckled as we moved to the dining table. Carson pulled out a chair on one side for Brandy. Fiona had gone to the other side as if she had an assigned seat there. I followed Carson’s example and pulled out her chair then started to sit next to her but she put her hand on my hip. Her fingers against my bare skin sent a zing through my body and reminded me I wasn’t wearing any clothes.

“You should help Carson with the food,” she said.

“Of course,” I said.

At home, I did almost all of the cooking and serving, as well as the rest of the housework. I probably should have offered to help on my own, if only to be polite, but especially because of my submissive position compared to everyone else.

The girls continued their chit chat but I could feel them watching me as I followed Carson to the kitchen. You’d think I might get used to it after being kept nude for some time now, but it always made me blush to know I was on display.

“What can I do,” I asked.

“Grab some plates and bowls from the cabinet there, and the silverware is in the drawer below it,” he said pointing to an upper cabinet near the sink, “and there is a baguette over there”

Carson pulled a large glass bowl filled with salad greens out of the fridge as well as a few other containers. While I pulled out the dishes and set the table, he sliced up some tomatoes and diced some cold chicken breasts, and added those to the bowl.

I had noticed serving tongs in the drawer when I was getting the other silverware, so I grabbed those as well when I went back for the bread.

“He serves well,” Brandy commented.

“Yes he does, in so many ways,” Fiona said, patting me on my bare ass as I leaned over to put the tongs and bread in the middle of the table.

As I returned to the kitchen, Brandy was asking her about my training and I flushed bright red as I listened to Fiona describing how she had used several of my own friends to turn me into “quite the voracious cock sucker”.

Carson was just adding a few whole olives and some freshly grated cheese to the mix.

“Take the wine to the table, and here is an extra bottle and a couple of glasses for you and me,” Carson said.

I took the two bottles and glasses to the table, filled the two new ones, and then topped off Brandy and Fiona before returning to the kitchen.

“This should be it,” Carson said, handing me a small bowl with a red wine vinaigrette and then picking up the salad himself.

We joined the girls and Carson placed the large bowl in the center of the table before taking the seat at the head of the table, putting him between the two women. I walked around and sat next to Fiona. The tongs were passed from person to person followed by the dressing and everyone took a couple of slices of bread. Soon we were all munching on the fresh greens and other vegetables.

“That is a nice dressing,” Fiona said, “homemade?”

“Yes, but it’s nothing special really,” Carson said, “just olive oil, red wine, and some spices and a little honey to sweeten it up a bit.”

“Since when did you start making such fancy stuff? I remember you operating the grill outside and not much else,” Fiona jibed.

“He’s become quite the master chef since we released our last houseboy,” Brandy said. “And most of the salad came from our own little garden out there.”

“It’s wonderful,” I said, attempting to join the conversation. “We have a small balcony, maybe we should try to grow some fresh tomatoes next year.”

“You’ll have to take care of them, I have the opposite of a green thumb,” Fiona said.

“They aren’t hard to grow, just make sure you get them planted early if you want to have tomatoes all summer,” Carson said. “And if they are in pots, you can just bring them inside if there is any danger of frost.”

I nodded at the advice, as Fiona steered the conversation back to an earlier comment.

“I didn’t want to pry,” Fiona hedged, “but you mentioned releasing your last houseboy and I am a little surprised that it’s just you two today. Usually, you would have at least one or two in service, what happened.”

“It’s just a bit of a dry spell, I think,” Brandy said. “David, the one we just released, had outgrown us, just like you did. Plus he got a very good job offer in Texas, of all places.”

“It’s harder to work with some of these kids coming into the scene now,” Carson said. “They’ve been coddled too much, they don’t understand what real service means.”

“And a lot of these young ‘Doms’ are turning off a lot of the new people,” he continued, making air quotes when he said ‘Doms’.

“Be careful, you’re starting to sound like an old man,” Brandy said, laughing.

“Yeah, well, sometimes I’m starting to feel like one too,” Carson grumbled.

“I seem to remember we had to spend a lot of effort beating the bad habits out of your golden child here,” Brandy said, gesturing at Fiona.

“Hey! I wasn’t that bad, was I?” Fiona said, pretending to be offended.

“Do you not remember having some serious welts on your pretty little ass? Maybe you need a refresher...” Brandy said, leaving the suggestion hanging out there, but her eyes sparkled at the thought.

“No, ma’am, I remember,” Fiona said, more subdued.

I wasn’t sure if Brandy was serious or if Fiona was just playing along, but they all seemed to be smiling.

“Speaking of which, I’m surprised your ass looks so pristine, Brian,” Brandy said. “Are you such a good boy that Fiona doesn’t even need to spank you?”

I glanced at Fiona who just gave me a look that said I should answer her.

“No, ma’am,” I said, using the formality because it seemed appropriate at the moment.

“Oh, really? Do tell,” she said, putting her fork down and focusing her attention on me.

Shit! What should I say? Should I tell her about the regular maintenance spankings or the ones to get me to suck cock, or the worst one...

“Tell her why you are wearing chastity,” Fiona prompted, “and what else you got for your little mishap.”

Of course. I had already told Carson when we were outside earlier. This was a major inflection point in our relationship and Fiona liked for me to tell the story as a reminder. So I recounted the details of how I had allowed myself to cum without permission and then tried to hide it from Fiona, the anal break-in I had received from all three of my friends, followed by the most severe spanking I had ever received, and finally being locked in chastity for the past month or so. Brandy seemed impressed with my treatment, especially the spanking.

“I’m not sure I would have used anal as a punishment if you are training him to enjoy it,” Brandy said when I had finished my story.

“I had already planned it, just not all three at once,” Fiona said (which I hadn’t known), “but I think it all worked out in the end, no pun intended.”

We all laughed anyway.

The conversation continued to flow as everyone enjoyed their lunch. I didn’t know about anyone else but between the whiskey and wine, I was feeling just the slightest buzz. Maybe it was that or I just relaxed too much, but I got a little careless and dribbled a bit of the salad dressing across my left nipple! It was cold, making my nipples rise instantly and causing me to gasp a little.

“Oops, sorry. At least I’m not wearing a white shirt,” I laughed as I reached for my napkin.

But Fiona put her hand on my hand to stop me and I realized everyone had stopped eating and was looking at me and smiling.

“It’s kind of a house rule that if you spill something on bare skin, it has to be licked off,” Fiona explained.

I looked at her, then down at the pink-tinted splash on my chest, then back at her.

“Put your arms behind your chair and clasp your hands,” she ordered.

I blushed and my heart was beating fast. I felt like we were about to put on a full-blown sex show for her friends, but I did as she directed and put my hands together behind the chair. This, of course, had the effect of pushing my chest forward putting my aroused nipples on display as the blush deepened. There wasn’t a single hair on my chest because Fiona preferred me to keep everything completely bare from my face down, so the spill glistened against my smooth bare flesh.

Fiona slowly leaned into my chest and stuck out her tongue. She licked from just below the spill and across my nipple until she reached clean flesh again, the tendrils of hair around her face tickled against my stomach and chest and my cock ached in its confinement. Then she puckered her lips, sucked my nipple into her mouth, and nibbled on the little nub before finally releasing it with an audible kissing sound that didn’t quite hide the low moan from me.

“It almost tastes better that way,” she said, licking her lips, and smiling at me.

“Maybe next time we should serve the food off of his body, nyotaimori-style,” Brandy said suggestively.

“Actually, it is called nantaimori when it is served on a male body,” Carson corrected her.

“Really? How do you know that?” Fiona asked, surprised.

“I do read, you know,” Carson said, joking.

“And apparently you have been reading about eating food off of naked boys,” Brandy said, raising an eyebrow.

We all continued to eat and I was careful not to drop anything else on myself. The conversation was mostly what you would expect from old friends although it contained a lot more R or X-rated elements which had the effect of keeping me aroused the whole time.

“Thank you again for the food, It really was lovely,” Fiona said after everyone had finished.

“Why don’t we all go settle in the living room where it’s more comfortable,” Brandy suggested.

“Brian, why don’t you clear the table and then join us,” Fiona said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, not sure why I used the formality again, but it didn’t feel out of place.

“I’ll bring this other bottle of wine,” Carson said as the three of them moved to the more comfortable sofa and loveseat.

I gathered the dishes and silverware and placed them all in the sink. I didn’t see a dishwasher anywhere under the cabinets and didn’t want to look like I was snooping, especially since Carson and Brandy could see me from where they were sitting. Reminding me, once again, that I was working completely naked causing me to blush again as I went back and gathered up the napkins and swept up a few crumbs and bits of salad off the table before taking them to the kitchen as well.

I picked up my half-empty wine glass from the table and I went by and joined the others, settling in next to Fiona on the loveseat. Carson was in the middle of telling a story about one of the subs they had to dismiss because she had gone a little off the deep end.

“So, when she kept telling me and Brandy how we should handle things based on all of her experience reading stories on the internet, that should have been our first clue,” Carson said, laughing.

“Yes, and then she presented us with her Submissive Manifesto, remember,” Brandy added, making us all laugh even more.

“I can only imagine what kind of punishment she got,” I said, getting into the moment and starting to loosen up both from the conversation and the alcohol.

My question got me a look from Brandy as if she would like to give me a demonstration.

“We tried everything,” Carson said, oblivious. “Remember how defiant you were in the beginning, Fi? She was ten times worse. Even putting her outside in the pillory didn’t help. I seem to remember that was the one you hated the most.”

Fiona blushed at the comment and took a sip of wine.

“Yes, I remember very well,” she said smiling but not in a fond way.

“I think those were my favorite sessions with you – naked, bent at the waist, legs spread wide so the whip could reach every part of you,” he said dreamily, his eyes closed, reliving the fond memory.

“You were gorgeous (still are, of course),” he continued, “but the worst for you, I think, was the other slaves being allowed to use you after we were done with the punishment.”

It was difficult to imagine Fiona in that scene, but I tried my best.

“Yes, it was truly mortifying. Thanks for reminding me, I had almost blocked it out,” Finoa said, chuckling.

“We had to put you out there so often for a while I was starting to think you were enjoying it,” Brandy said, to more laughter. “Especially with Daniel, remember Daniel?”

“Oh god, yes, how could I forget Daniel,” Fiona blushed and put her hands over her face.

“His cock was so thick you could barely get your mouth past the head,” Brandy said. “But he did manage to get it into your cunt, and your ass at least once, I believe.”

“Mmm, yes, more than once,” Fiona said with a little shudder, “I’m getting sore just thinking about it again.”

“You were one of the best cock suckers we ever trained,” Brandy said.

“Thanks ... I think,” Fiona said, still blushing but finally uncovering her face.

I was starting to think she liked pushing Fiona’s buttons, or maybe this was just her style.

“Speaking of cock suckers, we should have some fun,” Brandy said, giving me another sideways glance, “maybe Brian could put his training to use right now. It has been a while since we’ve had, what did you call him ... a voracious cock sucker?”

I gasped a little and my heart rose in my throat. I looked at Fiona and she looked back at me with an expression that seemed to say she was as surprised as me.

“You wouldn’t mind, would you dear?” Brandy said, turning to her husband with a wicked smile on her face.

“When have I ever turned down a free blowjob,” he said, but then noticed the look on Fiona’s face. “as long as you don’t mind, Fi.”

My mind was racing. I never expected this. Were they serious? I had been sucking my friends regularly, even craving it and begging for it sometimes, but it was always done to me while I was bound and blindfolded. I had never just taken the initiative to actively (dare I say willingly) take another guy’s cock into my mouth and make him cum! I didn’t even know Carson well, having only met him today. I’m not sure why how long I had known him felt so important. Maybe it was like being a slut who puts out on the first date or something. And, on top of everything else, no one had even asked me what I thought!

There was an awkward pause as Fiona looked at me like she was trying to find the right words. I hoped those words would be letting them know this wasn’t going to happen. Maybe this was just some kind of inside joke they played on newbies and they would all three break the tension and start laughing. Any second now...

“I always liked the way you think,” Fiona said at last, looking at Brandy, then back to me.

I was stunned and frozen with fear. Was I allowed to say no? Was this another house rule I didn’t know about? Would they put me in the pillory outside if I tried? I don’t remember seeing a pillory out there. Did I miss it? Maybe it was something they could pick up and store in the garage, there were several things under tarps in there. Maybe there was a hole somewhere for the post, that would make it easier to carry in and out because it wouldn’t need a big base...

I felt Fiona’s hand on my thigh and I realized my mind was trying to be anywhere else right now. With some effort, I brought myself back to the events at hand. I think they had continued to discuss the idea but I had completely missed it, but Fiona was speaking to me now.

“Brian, be a good boy and crawl over there and show us what a good little cock sucker you have become,” she said.

I was frozen. My brain couldn’t ... no ... didn’t want to process what she had just said. She squeezed my thigh and looked me in the eyes, holding my attention.

“You can do this,” she said.

I couldn’t say no to her, I never could. And I wouldn’t embarrass her in front of her friends, these friends especially. I was shaking slightly as I drained a last gulp of wine from my glass and set it on the table beside me. Summoning up every ounce of courage I could find, I slid down off of the loveseat onto my knees.

Carson was only a few feet away sitting on the sofa next to his wife, but it seemed like a million miles. Fiona gave me a strong slap on the ass as I forced myself to put one hand and knee forward and then the other. Making my ass wiggle and giving Fiona a good show of my plugged backside. The weight of the cage pulled at my balls, rubbing them between my legs as I moved.

“Go ahead and take those shorts off,” Brandy suggested.

Carson stood up, unzipped his khaki shorts, pushed them down to his thighs, and let them drop to his feet. He kicked them off to the side and sat down on the edge of the cushion just as I reached his knees. He leaned back and spread his legs wide, allowing me to move forward one more time to bring my face directly in front of his cock and balls.

The first thing I noticed was his musky smell. It was a clean masculine scent. Very much like the friends I was so familiar with but, of course, each person had their unique nuances. His legs and pubic hair were closely trimmed and his cock and balls were completely smooth. His balls were loose but not sagging and his circumcised cock was still soft but starting to firm up as I watched.

This was my first time doing this without a blindfold and it felt odd to have such a close view of another man this way. It brought home all the feelings about what I was about to do. I wasn’t attracted to men the way I was to women, but I couldn’t deny I liked the feeling of a cock growing and getting hard in my mouth, the way the spongy head felt against the back of my throat, feeling the contractions as the cum pumped into my mouth. I didn’t know what that made me on the whole spectrum of sexual alignments, and at the moment it didn’t matter. I just had to do this.