A Different Kind of Home Ch. 01

"I'm . . . happy to meet you, Meghan," I said. "I-it's an honor," I stammered out.

"Oh you two just crack me up," said Mistress Melissa laughing. "Meghan, honey, please take Gregg around and introduce him to the rest of the household."

"Yes Mistress." She said, kissing Melissa's feet. She took me by the hand saying, "C'mon, Gregg, let's go." I bent down, kissed the Mistress' feet as well and got up to follow her.

Standing nearby, having an animated conversation with Miss Becky was a tallish dark haired woman with her hair in a bob and large breasts. She was wearing a short black low-cut sleeveless jacket and a tight black miniskirt. I could see an elaborate tattoo at the base of her spine and another one or two on her neck.

"Jennifer, this is Gregg, our newbie" Meghan smiled. "Jennifer extended her hand, and immediately I bent down to kiss it. "Well he certainly has nice manners," she said to Miss Becky. Miss Becky extended her hand and immediately I bent down to kiss it as well.

The two women went back to their conversation and Meghan took me to a corner of the room where Alison was talking to a male, nude and locked in chastity like me. He had pierced nipples and thick black hair. Also like me he was shaven all over.

"That's Kevin. He and Jennifer are brother and sister," Meghan whispered. "They came here together." As Meghan and I walked up, Alison put her arms around Kevin's neck and kissed him with an open mouth.

Alison was dressed demurely in a grey knee-length skirt and an elegant white blouse. My heart was torn at what I had just seen. Meghan immediately walked up with me in tow. "Meghan, sweetie, It's great to see you!" she exclaimed, taking Meghan into her arms. The two kissed, and rocked together for a moment, caressing each others' hair.

They separated. Alison gave Meghan's bare breast a quick squeeze, looked at me, smiled and said, "It's nice to see you mingle well in company, Gregg." With that she took my face in her hands and kissed me, though not deeply.

Meghan said, "I'm forgetting my manners! Gregg, this is Kevin." I turned to him and as instructed by Miss Becky, we kissed quickly on the mouth. "This is an interesting new pet for the Mistress," said Kevin. "I don't think he's my type, though."

Alison giggled. "You'll like him well enough once you get to know him. I certainly did," she said.

"Well I guess that's why he's here," Kevin replied and walked off. Now Alison and Meghan were arm in arm smiling at me. Each of them took one of my hands. "I know this isn't completely easy for you, Gregg," said Alison. But you'll learn to love it once you find out how free we all are here to love and touch one another."

At this the two women pulled me closer. "Why don't we sneak off after dinner and go somewhere, take off our shirts and cuddle with this poor boy," said Alison. "If I know my Gregg, it's sure to make him feel better."

I must have looked doubtful, because Meghan smiled, looked hard at me and said, "Come on, Gregg, It'll be great. You haven't lost Alison. You've gained all of us, and the Mistress, too. You'll see. Please say yes." I nodded feeling a little bit weak. The female hormones in the room were strong and I felt a bit shaky on my feet. I nodded and a weak sort of smile crept to my face.

A moment later, Miss Becky rang a dinner bell, and we all began moving towards the dining table, which was now piled high with food. I took my place at one side of the table next to Kevin, who was to my left, in the seat nearer the Mistress. Alison, Meghan and Jennifer were seated on the other side of the table facing us, with Alison nearest the Mistress, Meghan in the middle, and Jennifer on her opposite side.

Mistress Melissa sat in an ornate chair at the head of the table, and Miss Becky sat in a chair like ours at the foot. The two serving slaves stood on opposite sides of the table behind the diners, the female behind Kevin and me and the male behind Alison, Meghan and Jennifer.

The Mistress tapped her glass and asked for quiet. "I think everyone knows we have among us a new novice, and I think everyone at table has met him," she said. "He's a lovely boy, and I think he is going to fit in well here, and I know you'll show him how much love is in this house, and what a rich experience it is to be here, and to belong to me.

"So please make Gregg feel welcome." Meghan, Alison and Kevin, even Miss Becky, showed warm smiles as did the Mistress. Jennifer, however, looked like a cloud had passed over her. She was not smiling.

"Gregg, would you like to say something before we eat?" asked the Mistress. I stood up. "I just want to say, even though I'm frightened, how much your warm welcome means to me. I can see how much you love each other, and I only hope I can love all of you half as well." After that, I sat back down.

"Very nicely put Gregg sweetheart. Now shall we eat?" Immediately we all dug in. the food was delicious and the conversation lively. I found out that Kevin was an accomplished musician, and that Meghan's art works had been exhibited in three major cities. Jennifer had been a banker and now assisted the Mistress with investment strategy.

Miss Becky told me she had been the property manager at Mistress Melissa's condo in town, and that was where the two had met. Now she managed the Mistress' property where we were living as a full-time job, in addition to overseeing the household's slaves. I had the impression she was Mistress Melissa's primary lover.

"That doesn't make any difference," she told me. "In the end we all are Mistress Melissa's property, and I'm subject to the same requirements of obedience and discipline as the other females. And it's worth it. I'm so much happier and so much a better person since I submitted to her and agreed to wear her collar. I'd never go back."

Mistress Melissa told us about her recent vacation in East Asia. Her insights were fascinating. She told us about a boyfriend in town she'd just had to break up with because he "just didn't understand anything. He was hot in bed though." As the table laughed over this man's foibles while the Mistress described him it became clear this was Stephen, who when he was an undergrad at the university had been Cynthia's lover and had broken up my first submissive relationship with a woman.

I breathed a very discreet sigh of relief when I figured this out. One less thing to stand in my way, I thought. This surprised me. I was finding myself really wanting to belong to this unique household and to Mistress Melissa. I even was beginning to feel a genuine liking for Miss Becky in spite of (or maybe because of) her disciplinarian ways.

Only Jennifer could not so much as crack a smile, and barely participated in the conversation. As the serving slave began bringing dessert, Mistress Melissa looked in Jennifer's direction and asked, "Jennifer honey, is anything the matter?"

"Mistress, I hate how you are always bringing new slaves into the house and putting them closer to you when they can't give you what I do," she said, with I expect more vehemence than she had intended.

"Why whatever do you mean, Jennifer," said the Mistress, an edge creeping into her voice.

"You bring these little brats in here, and they don't know how to serve you like I do, and then you favor them over me, and give them all the same privileges as me when they haven't been here nearly as long. It's not right!" she yelled.

"Jennifer, that will be quite enough," said the Mistress very firmly, but without raising her voice. "I think you are trying to make poor Gregg here feel unwelcome, and worse, you've insulted this precious household, and you've insulted me.

"I want you to go over to the punishment cross, take off all your clothes, grab the pegs above your head, and stand facing the dining table with your legs spread. Do it now."

"But Mistress, there's males present. That's against the rules. I'm just telling you what I think."

"And tonight I've heard quite enough of what you think," replied the Mistress. "This is my house and you are my property and you will do as you are told, unless you don't want to be my property any more."

"But Mistress . . . Yes Mistress," Jennifer replied softly, her shoulders slumped. She walked over to a St. Andrews Cross that I now saw was set up about 20 feet from the table directly in front of me and behind the three women's seats.

Immediately she shucked off her clothes and, naked, gripped the pegs above her head and stood there for all of us to see. Her body was beautiful and proud with her legs spread, her shaven sex clearly visible, her breasts thrust out and her tattoos on display.

Kevin looked astonished, proud and angry all at once, but he kept his peace. Alison and Meghan and I just stared. Quickly the Mistress said, "Ignore her for now. Let's enjoy our dessert. She can stand there and think about it for now, and she can be punished when we are done.

At that she called out, "Jeff, Shauna, come here. Eat dessert with the rest of us. You can clean up later. And this way you'll get to meet Gregg." Immediately the two serving slaves stopped what they were doing and approached the table. Each kissed the Mistress' feet and turned to approach me. I rose as the male stepped forward towards me. "Gregg, this is Jeff, Jeff, Gregg" said the Mistress.

He and I kissed on the mouth as I had been instructed. "It's really nice to meet you," he said. "Alison's said so many nice things about you, and so far she's described you to a tee." He grinned. "It's a real pleasure. I hope I can live up to my billing," I replied with a grin of my own. Now Shauna came up. She had a cheerful smile on her face and the maid's outfit looked great on her.

"Gregg, this is Shauna. Shauna, Gregg," said the Mistress. I took Shauna's hand and began raising it to my lips, but she stopped me, raised her face to mine and gave me a great big kiss. "Welcome to our home, Gregg. This is going to be great," she said in a wonderful soft voice, hugging me. I hugged back and told her, "It's great meeting you, too."

Jeff and Shauna went to get chairs. Jeff placed his between the Mistress and Kevin, and Shauna placed hers between Meghan's and Jennifer's. We continued eating and talking. Jeff turned out to have been a postdoc at the University and Shauna was a radio disc jockey with an afternoon drive time show. Jeff now lived out at the compound and was the full-time groundskeeper.

After we had finished eating and had a moment to relax, the mistress said, "I think it's time we punished Jennifer for her unkind behavior. Jennifer, do you understand how wrong you were to say what you did at table a few minutes ago?"

"Yes Mistress, I do," she said. "This is your house and I am your property. The rules are yours to make and unmake as you choose, and my only choice is to obey them. I was wrong to entertain even a thought of questioning them. I feel I've dishonored this house, the other slaves and you. Please punish me."

"Very well," said the Mistress. "Turn and face the cross with your legs spread and put your hands back on the pegs." Jennifer did so. "Becky, please do the honors," the Mistress said. Miss Becky then stood up, walked over to the Mistress, knelt and kissed her feet reverently.

When Mistress Melissa raised her, Miss Becky walked over to a corner of the room and came back carrying a long rattan cane. "You will receive ten for your disobedience tonight," said the Mistress. "You will count each one and will thank me for each as Miss Becky deals it out. You will make no other sound on pain of the punishment being doubled. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress," replied Jennifer softly. "Very well then Becky. Begin," said the Mistress.

Miss Becky cocked her hand and gave Jennifer a smart stroke. An angry red welt appeared on her behind. "One. Thank you Mistress," she said. The process was repeated. "Two. Thank you Mistress. Three. Thank you Mistress," and after what seemed like an eternity as Jennifer's ass got redder and even began to bleed a little, finally, "Ten. Thank you Mistress."

At this Mistress Melissa walked over to the cross, took Jennifer into her arms and cradled her softly. Jennifer looked so naked and vulnerable. The Mistress released the clinch and said to Jennifer, "Go to your room right now. Do not put on clothes and do not come out again until you are told. Becky, follow her and see that she's locked in." At that Jennifer knelt, kissed the Mistress' feet and walked out of the room followed closely by Miss Becky.

Mistress Melissa turned to face the rest of us and said, "I think that's quite enough for one night. Why don't the rest of you go to your rooms, or," and at this she smiled a conspiratorial smile "anywhere else you think might be nice. Shauna, why don't you remain behind for a few minutes?"

At this all of us lined up to kiss the Mistress' feet and got up to go. Shauna stayed kneeling there, the Mistress' hand caressing her hair. Meghan and Alison came up and each took me by a hand. They pulled me towards a room I hadn't seen yet.

It looked like a small room but it had a giant four poster bed in the middle. The two women pulled me toward the wall facing it. They immediately began kissing and groping each other as their clothes went flying. Their passion for each other was crystal clear. I felt a confusion of jealousy and admiration as they went at it.

They suckled each others' breasts and touched each other anywhere they could reach. Then Alison pushed Meghan onto the bed and the smaller woman spread her legs. Alison buried her face in Meghan's sex. Meghan writhed in complete enjoyment, and Alison did not stop until Meghan had come to climax at least twice.

Then Alison jumped up on the bed and sat on Meghan's face until she had had her fill. The two then sat face to face their pudenda jammed together. They looked intensely in each others' eyes as they came at least twice more.

After that they lay entwined for a few minutes, until Alison crooked her finger and said, "Come here Gregg. Join us." I did and the two women got on either side of me and covered my body with kisses. In spite of the frustration of my confined sex, I reciprocated with enthusiasm and had begun going down on Meghan when I heard the Mistress' voice in the room. "Girls," she said in an amused tone, "I think you've had quite enough fun with this new pet for tonight, and I think it's high time you brought him to me."

I noticed the voice was coming from a small loudspeaker set in the wall. A one-way intercom, just like in our rooms," said Meghan, as she and Alison got quickly off the bed and each of them grabbed one of my hands.

"Quickly now," said Alison. "We definitely do not want to keep Mistress waiting." They did not stop to put on clothes but just took me, each by one hand out of the room and back towards the Mistress' office that I had seen my first day at the household.

Alison knocked at the door. It opened and there was Mistress Melissa wearing a short, deep red dressing gown, with a wickedly amused smile on her face. Immediately all three of us knelt to kiss her feet.

When we had done so, the Mistress said, "You two girls can go now. I'm sure you can find some way to amuse yourselves." At this she giggled. Alison and Meghan got up right away and left us there.

"Gregg, crawl into the middle of the room on your hands and knees, and then kneel with your face to the floor." I did as I was told. I heard the Mistress whispering to someone.

Gregg, kneel up and face me," Mistress Melissa said from one side of me. I turned in her direction as I followed instructions. As I did so, I saw Shauna, lying on the bed with a very contented look on her face. She smiled and said, "Hi, Gregg."

"Shauna and I have had a very nice talk and some wonderful sex," said the Mistress. "But I have an urge to toy with someone before I go to sleep, and you are the lucky angel.

"Shauna likes you a lot so I'm going to let her watch part of it to see if you are as good as she thinks." Shauna smiled and said, "Please don't disappoint me, Gregg." I told her I would do my best.

Mistress Melissa told me to stand up. She then produced a key, unlocked my chastity belt, and had me put it on a nearby stand. My erection jumped out strongly, and this made the Mistress (and Shauna) smile. "When you are with me," Mistress Melissa said, "You are on your honor.

"But you will not come, unless specifically instructed to do so. I hope I can count on you, Gregg."

I said, "Yes Mistress, you can," even though I was in desperation wanting to touch myself.

"You'd better keep those naughty hands behind your back," the Mistress said grinning. "They'll betray you if you are not careful, and I would hate to have to dismiss a cute little toy like you." I clasped my hands behind my back.

Mistress Melissa had me go over to a punishment cross much like the one in the dining area. She had me grab the pegs above my head. "You've done nothing wrong, but it's my right to punish you any time it amuses me to do so, and so that's what I'm going to do. "Is that OK with you, Gregg," she said with just a light touch of sarcasm.

"Yes Mistress, it is. Anything that pleases you is OK. Please punish me." She produced a riding crop and proceeded to lay on 20 strokes. It hurt terribly, My bottom was on fire. I knew from what I had seen happen to Jennifer earlier to count the strokes and thank the Mistress after each one, and that's what I did. Finally after, "Twenty. Thank you Mistress," she told me to lower my hands. She grabbed me from behind and caressed my chest and belly.

"You've been such a good boy for me," she said. I think your treat for tonight will be to attend me at my bath. Shauna, how do you think he did?"

"He was wonderful, Mistress," Shauna replied.

"That's nice," said the Mistress. Why don't you get dressed, come over here and give Gregg a hug and a kiss before you leave."

"I'd love to, Mistress," she replied. I heard her jump off the bed and fumble for a couple of minutes with her clothes while Mistress Melissa continued caressing my chest and belly.

Then the Mistress turned me around and there was Shauna in a white top and a small pair of blue jean shorts. She came up and embraced me warmly. "You're really sweet, Gregg. Thanks for coming to live with us and to help us serve our Mistress."

We kissed rather deeply for a minute or so. Then Shauna broke the clinch, went to her knees, kissed the Mistress' feet. "Thank you so very, very much, Mistress," she said.

"You're welcome honey. You know you are. Now scoot!" said Mistress Melissa. Shauna immediately got up and left the room.

Now I was alone with the Mistress. The Mistress of my Alison. The Mistress of these wonderful women who had been so kind to me. The Mistress of this beautiful erotic atmosphere and this wonderful house. My Mistress, I realized. I wanted to serve her. I wanted to be here.

The Mistress turned me to face her. "I do belong to you, don't I?" was all I said.

"Yes you do, lovely pet," she said in reply. She turned me around to face her. "Go into the bathroom and draw my bath," she said. "Mind you I like it extra hot. You'll find the bubble bath right in front of you." Immediately I kissed her feet and went to do what she told me.

When I was done, I went back out to her and kissed her feet again. She had something in her hand. She took me by the other hand and led me into the bathroom. She walked right up to the tub. I did not believe I was going to see this wonderful Mistress naked.

But then she said, "See that hook to your left. Reach up and touch it. That's where my robe goes." I was confused. Then the Mistress turned around and held up the black satin cloth she had been holding. She put it over my eyes and blindfolded me. My disappointment must have showed.