Chapter 5

The next morning announced itself with a bang as Jason smacked my ass with his hand.

Talk about waking up with a jolt! I was profoundly glad that I was lying ass up and not tits up. But that, unfortunately, meant that I was lying on them. Quite frankly I don't know how I was. Jesus, did they ever hurt. Then none of me was in the comfort zone, but I had no complaints.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head. It's a bright, new day that I've got some great plans for."

Really. Jason was just too damned joyous for morning. A long confirmed evening person, I typically could not understand how someone could thrive in the AM. It was beyond me, but as I was bemoaning that fact another suddenly registered.

I had the whole weekend to spend with Jason and, since I had been awakened, there was no reason to waste it, now was there. Rolling over to face his smiling face, I muttered, "What time is it, anyway?"

"Not quite seven."

"Ooooohhhhh." I tried to pull the blankets back over me but his hand stopped me.

"Come on, Kate. Rise and shine."

"Rise and shine. Damn it, Jason, the damned sun isn't even up yet, why should I?"

"Because the sun is a mundane thing, but the plans I have for us sure aren't. Come on, Kate, up you go."

I wasn't the most optimistic person around, but I did roll out of bed and took a faltering step toward the bathroom, my first goal of any morning, and stopped dead in my tracks.

I don't know how long I stood there staring into the big mirror above Jason's dresser and looked at the startling changes that had occurred to my body, but it must have been a long interval before my bladder made its protest and I continued my journey.

Flipping on the light and sitting on the toilet I took a closer survey. Nope, no doubt about it, I possessed a set of damned whipped boobies. Shit, there wasn't even a centimeter that was normal color. As my bursting bladder emptied I took in the rest of my anatomy. Yep, from shoulders to kneecaps I was one colorful, lucky bitch.

Not only was I colorful, I was quite fragrant, too. Turning on the shower and adjusting the water temperature, I stepped in and let the cleansing water wash over me. I quickly adjusted the spray to a lighter intensity and let the soothing heat wash away some of my aches and pains as soapy fingers cleaned away the residue of one damn full night of sex.

Stepping out and drying off I noticed Charles in the master bedroom lying out Jason's clothing for the day. Damn, didn't he ever sleep? Drying my hair I also saw Betsy in the room, too. Wondering why she was there, I stuck my head out and looked.

Ah, the upstairs maid. She was changing the linen and making the bed. Did any of his staff ever sleep, I wondered as I went back to drying my hair. Rummaging in the cabinets I came across a hair dryer and used it until my hair was dry.

Naturally I was nude. And naturally my clothing was in the bedroom, but after the events of last night I sure didn't have any qualms about parading nude before the servants. Especially Charles and Betsy.

"Good morning, miss," they almost said simultaneously at my entry.

"Muumm good morning to you two, too. Tell me, does anyone ever sleep around here?"

"Only what our bodies require, miss."

That came from Charles as I began to look for my clothes. I was sure I left them on the suede chair, but they weren't there.

"May I help you, miss?"

"Yes, ah Betsy, have you seen my clothes? I'm sure I left them here, but as you can see they're gone."

"Yes, miss. I took them to the laundry while you were in the shower."

"But what am I to wear in the interim?"

"Oh ahhmum, I had assumed that Master Jason had informed you."

"Informed me of what?"

For some reason Betsy hesitated in answering as she turned to Charles.

"Mr. Jason has decreed that you are to remain nude while in residence, miss."

"Nude?"

"Yes, miss."

"Really?"

"Yes, miss. I am quite sure of his instructions on the matter, but if you doubt my word I could have him tell you."

I... ahh well no, I don't doubt your word. It's just that... You're sure?"

"Positive, miss."

Nude while in residence, huh? Well, I can't say that it was all that surprising. After all it was no secret that Jason was quite determined that I become an exhibitionist. Hell, our first date informed me of that possibility.

But nude?

"Am I restricted to this room, then?"

"Oh, no, miss. Mr. Jason also informed me that you are to partake of breakfast in the dinning room. He wished to you join him as soon as you finished your shower."

Dinning room? While naked?

Well, as I said, it shouldn't come as a surprise.

"Where ahh where is the dinning room, Charles?"

"Betsy will show you the way, miss."

Right, I thought, as I remembered her words of the previous night. Males dominate, while females are the submissive. Naturally she would be the one delegated that task.

Casting one more look at my colorful body, I shrugged. "Well, I ahh guess I'm ready, Betsy. Lead away."

"Yes, miss."

She turned and headed out of the room as I, with a bit of trepidation, followed in her wake.

"Ah Betsy, ahh has ahh this happened before?"

"A nude guest, you mean, miss?"

"Yea, a nude guest."

"No, miss, not to my knowledge."

"Oh, ahh and what do make of that fact? I mean, why me?"

"I'm sure I couldn't say, miss. But if I were to hazard a guess, I'd have to say that Master Jason has some very special plans in store for you. Not only for today, but for the future, too, miss."

"Special plans? What kind of special plans?"

Having reached the top of the stairway, Betsy stopped and turned to face me as she spoke.

"It is pure speculation on my part, miss, but my guess is that Master Jason plans for you to be here. Permanent like, miss, and by requesting that you attend breakfast in your current marked and nude state, he is announcing it to the rest of the staff."

"You really think so?"

"Oh, yes, miss. What else could it mean?"

I didn't know, but her words did make me smile.

I was still smiling as I passed two other servants as we made our way to the dinning room. The other maid blushed and turned away. Not so the man. He practically leered.

And me?

Well, to be utterly truthful, I threw back my shoulders and did a bit of-strutting. I suddenly felt very happy. What if Betsy's words proved to be true?

Entering the dinning room, Jason stood like the perfect gentleman as I walked toward him. His eyes made a quick inventory of my body and he smiled.

I smiled back. Who wouldn't when subjected to that kind of a smile by the guy that did so many things, not only to my body, but to my mind, too.

It was at that precise moment in time that I realized that I loved him, and that thought made me stop in my tracks.

"Is something wrong, Kate? Suddenly you look, ahh, well, different."

"I ahh am different."

"Really. And what happened to make you different in one step? It couldn't have been my orders about your mode of undress. You surely accepted that before ever arriving."

"Mode of undress? Oh, ahh no. As you said, I accepted that before my arrival."

"So?"

"So what?"

"So what caused the sudden change in your looks. You look like it was something of vital importance."

"Oh, it is vitally important."

"Good. Care to share it with me?"

"I... I just realized a startling revelation."

"And that was?"

I could tell that he was starting to get a bit irritated by my mixed up words and actions.

"I just realized that... that I love you. Silly, isn't it." I rambled, "Standing nude and quite well marked by last night's activities, I suddenly realize that I love you as I walk in a dinning room."

A quick glance around provided other facts too. "A dinning room that contains three other people staring at me like I'm the biggest fool on earth. Really quite amazing, isn't it? I mean when one considers all the various implications."

The first part of my disjointed speech made him smile. The second caused him to cast one quick glance at his servants. Their expressions instantly changed to utter acceptance of my state of undress and bodily marks.

The one man, whom I assumed was some sort of footman or such, with the utmost ease pulled out a chair which I knew was meant for me, as the two females hastily set food on the table with downcast eyes as I approached the chair.

Somehow I knew that I'd never be able to reproduce the look Jason gave them. Nor would they react the same if I did, especially the man. Not after Betsy's words about the staff last night. But I did take my seat as he pushed my chair in for me.

Taking the seat at the head of the table, Jason reached for my hand resting on the table top and held it in his.

"You're sure? About the love, I mean?"

He looked so serious. I couldn't help but become serious, too, as I answered. "Yes. I'm quite sure. I do love you."

Personally I'm not sure why I hadn't known it earlier. Like our first night together. Even then I couldn't deny him anything. I still couldn't, as far as that goes.

"God, what a way to start a day. Being told that I'm loved. I'll have to give that statement some very serious thought. But, first, let's eat." Turning to one of the maids, he said, "You may serve us now."

"Yes, sir."

The food was set before us and I must confess that I wasn't the most diligent of eaters. It was not my custom to eat in the buff. Especially not with others in attendance. And not in my physicals condition either. But I did manage to consume my share of the offered food as Jason ate hardily as he talked away.

"So, how are you feeling today? Not too sore, I hope."

"I've been better, but no complaints."

"Good. We still have the remainder of your purchases to contend with, haven't we? And as we have an early start on the day, it should be a fun filled one. Let's see," he said as he rested his chin on his hand, "we used six out of twelve dildos. The two canes and of course the harness. That still leaves a good variety for today's use. And then there are the things that I already had. So, tell me, Kate, what did you think of Betsy's jewelry?"

Jewelry? What jewelry? I couldn't recall her wearing any.

"What jewelry?"

"Her ring, of course. What did you think I was talking about."

Her ring. Her clit ring.

"I... ahh I..."

"Come, come. Don't be bashful. The thought of one of your own made you hot, didn't it?"

"I... well, ah yes. Yes it did."

He clapped his hands. "I knew it would. That's one reason I asked her to join us. Susan, here," he pointed to one of the maids serving the food, "has nipple rings. Don't you, Susan?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why don't you show her your rings." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A command.

"Yes, sir."

Setting the plate she had in her hand on the table before me, Susan unbuttoned the top of her uniform and pulled it apart to expose her breasts. Sure enough, she had rings in her breasts. They bisected her nipples from top to bottom a good inch up from the ends. Her aroused nipples, I might add as they stared me in the face as she stood beside my chair.

"Why don't you tell Kate how you like your rings used, Susan?"

"Yes, sir." She said facing him, then turned to me. "I like them treated harshly, miss. Quit harshly. My favorite being weights hanging from them as I get buggered, miss."

What a topic for the breakfast table! But, hell, around here it was probably normal.

"I ahh I see. Thank you for that information, Susan. And who ahh do you like to get ahh buggered by? Anyone in particular?"

"Naturally Master Jason is a favorite. But my Johnny is no slouch either."

"And who is Johnny?"

"Why him, miss." Pointing to the other man in the room. "My husband, miss."

Husband? Well, it is an unusual household, now isn't it.

What the hell could I do? I smiled in response. Jason did a bit more.

"Johnny?"

"Yes, sir?" The up-till-then silent Johnny said as he instantly approached the table and gave his full attention to Jason.

"A one hour reward for Susan."

"Yes, sir," he responded as he suddenly turned and walked away. At a china cabinet, he reached into a drawer and withdrew something and turned back.

Walking up to his wife, he lifted his hands. It was obvious that she was eager to accept what he was giving her as she pulled her shoulders back and stuck out her exposed ring decorated tits.

The next second she moaned and I leaned forward to see what the hell they were doing.

By then I guess I should have known what was to transpire, but I didn't, as Johnny quickly clipped a set of, what I considered, massive weights to his wife's nipple rings and let them drop. But I did know enough by then to know that she had the privilege of wearing the weights she so admired for an hour for her reward in telling me what she had.

Up until Johnny had fastened the weights to her nipple rings, Susan's nipples had pointed up, like a sky jump. But with that attached weights added they had a pronounced downward slant, attesting to the pull they exerted on her nipples.

Oh, yea, what a household!

Susan served the remainder of the meal with the weights flopping at the ends of her tits like a trophy. Quite a distraction, I might add. Not only the weights themselves, but her reaction to them. Even I could smell her aroused state.

The more I saw them, the more I was interested in a set of my own. No doubt about it, this house had its effects upon me.

As the meal progressed Jason told me more about his household, expanding upon what I had learned from Betsy last night.

There were five males and five females on staff at Jason's college home. Each was more or less paired up in some fashion. I learned that Charles and Betsy were also married, as were Thomas, the butler, and Karen, one of the assistant cooks, neither of which had I met.

Each male had full rights to punish any female in residence, spouse or not, if seen doing something wrong, no matter the triviality of the offense. According to Jason, all willingly complied with that fact of residence.

He also informed me that while I was in his house, I, too, was under the same dictate. I smiled at that, remembering my thoughts of the previous night. Oh, yea, quite a household to be sure.

I got a sampling of that house rule just before Jason and I left the dinning room. The other woman, by the name of Carol, dropped one of the plates as she was cleaning off the table. She quickly bent over to retrieve the plate and placed it back on the table.

The next instance she was bend over, elbows on the table as Johnny flipped up her short skirt and gave her bared ass ten popping strokes with a strap he took from the same china cabinet he had gotten the weights from for his wife from earlier.

"So, tell me," Jason said as he took my arm and escorted me out of the dinning room, "what do you think of my home?"

"Do you mean physically, as in structure or the staff and their roles?"

"The latter, of course."

Well, that was getting to the point, now wasn't it, I thought, as I couldn't stop myself from taking a quick look at my exposed body as we walked along a long hallway that he was leading me down.

"I, well, I find it... intriguing."

"A positive intriguing, or a negative intriguing?"

"Oh, most definitely the positive variety, need you ask?"

"No, but it is nice to hear it stated. You know, Kate, you have come quite a way in a short time span. And it is nice to have all of my conjectures confirmed. So tell me, what was your reaction when you learned that you were to remain nude while in my home?"

"How did I feel? Well, at first I must admit that I was ticked. To have servants tell me of my non-choice in the matter was a bit... irritating, I guess."

"And your second response?"

"Acceptance, as if you need ask." Tipping my head up to look at him, I added, "After all, on our first encounter you did throw my clothing out the window. And I've come to, well, accept that you want me to be the exhibitionist. It wasn't something I contemplated before meeting you, but I can see that it's something you desire of me."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Finish the statement, Kate. You know what I want to hear."

"And I will do it to please you. There, satisfied?"

"Tremendously. I do enjoy displaying you, I won't deny it. But remember, the choice of whether or not you do as I desire is still your option. I will never truly force you to do anything against your will. I want a fully reciprocal relationship. If there is something that you don't want to happen, please state so. Agreed?"

"Agreed. And if I refuse something that you truly want, what then?"