Neighbors Ch. 21

Several hours later, the yard was tidy, the house was spotless, and Amber's laundry was washed and put away. I went to the grocery and liquor store and got everything I needed and then rushed to my house for a quick shower. My phone chimed as I was getting dressed.

*Bank I'm on my way home. Have a glass of wine ready for me.*

A second later I got another text. This was a group chat with Sarah and Claire.

*Hey girls! I'm on my way home. Come over any time!*

Claire immediately sent a thumbs up.

I hurried over to Amber's house and poured a glass of wine. I kept an eye on the front window and busied myself with prepping dinner.

I saw Amber's car pull into the driveway and park behind my BMW, which she had been keeping in her driveway lately. I hurried to the door and opened it just as she walked up the steps. She looked stunning as always. Her form fitting pants and ivory blouse were sexy, and she had a contented, relaxed expression on her face.

"Hey bank! Everything ready for tonight?"

"Yes Miss" I answered, handing her the glass of wine.

She took a sip and stood on the porch, admiring the yard.

"Looks good out here bank" she said, absently patting me on the head.

"Thanks" I was nearly glowing with pleasure.

"I had the best day!" she sighed and stretched. My eyes were drawn to her low cut blouse as her breasts rose. I saw the lacy hint of her white bra. "I can't tell you how amazing it is to relax at a spa, knowing you're here working for me all day, getting things ready for my friends to come over."

She looked at me appraisingly.

"It sort of hit me when I was getting my massage. It seems like my days of doing laundry and cleaning and washing dishes are done forever, aren't they bank?"

I swallowed and nodded.

She walked over to me and started playing idly with one of the buttons on my shirt.

"All those annoying little things that make life dull and boring...now I have you to do them for me. Those things are beneath me, don't you think?"

I nodded. It was probably Amber's proximity - I could smell her delicate perfume and I had a great view of her cleavage as she stood right in front of me - but my penis was starting to harden. Surely it wasn't reacting to the prospect of being her servant for the rest of my life, was it?

"I'm glad you agree. I'm far too pretty to do dishes, don't you think?"

She looked up at me with an exaggerated smile and batted her eyelashes at me. Her hand slid over and she started playing with one of my nipples through my shirt.

"Uh...yes..Miss" I managed to croak.

She laughed and gave my nipple a sharp squeeze. I groaned. My cock was aching relentlessly.

"The only annoying thing I have left is my job." She pouted a little, obviously enjoying being overly dramatic.

"I think we'll probably do something about that soon, won't we bank?"

"Miss?" I said. It was genuinely difficult to follow her conversation when she was pulling and pinching my nipple through my shirt.

"Oh bank...you can be so dense sometimes."

She let her hand drop away from me, and I sighed with relief and maybe a little regret at the same time. She gave another small stretch which pushed her breasts up towards me.

"God I'm so relaxed! My favorite masseur was available and he REALLY took his time." She gave me a naughty wink. I suppressed a groan as I imagined someone running his hands all over her.

"Do you...I mean...what do you wear when you get a massage?" I asked. I couldn't help it.

She laughed and gave me a knowing look.

"I'm naked, silly! You can't get a massage with clothes on."

She took another sip of her wine, looking at my pained expression over the rim of her glass.

"Well, I wear a little towel over my ass, but that doesn't mean he can't put his hands under it. Let's go inside."

She brushed past me, ignoring my stricken look.

I dutifully followed her inside. She closed the door behind me and looked at me expectantly with her eyebrows raised.

"Uh...I'm sorry?" I stammered, wracking my brain for what she could be waiting for.

She sighed.

"Take off my shoes, bank. I feel like I shouldn't have to tell you that."

"Yes Miss of course" I said hurriedly, dropping to my knees in front of her.

Placing her hands on my head for balance, she delicately lifted one foot and placed the heel on my thigh. The toe of her shoe slid over slightly until it was pressing firmly into my crotch. I felt my eyes widen and groaned. Amber ignored me as I fumbled with the complicated straps and buckles that kept her heels on her feet, gently caressing her ankle and foot as I finally slid her shoe off her. I was intensely aware that my face was inches away from her pussy as I knelt in front of her. She switched feet, again pressing the toe of her shoe against the steel cage.

Her fingers worked through my hair idly. I felt a shiver go down my back. I imagined kneeling in front of her, going down on her while she held me in place with her hands in my hair like she was doing now. Amber put more pressure on my crotch and I groaned again as my cramped cock railed against its tiny prison.

"Oh - tell me about your talk with our neighbor."

I took a second to organize my thoughts, and then filled her in on all of the events of that morning, including how she and a few other women had seen me try to cross the yard to my house naked the other night.

I got her shoe off part of the way through my story, but I was more than content to remain on my knees in front of her.

Amber was amused at my tale, and laughed out loud at several moments. When I was done, she chuckled and patted me on my head.

"It sounds like Helen and Rick are going to have a very interesting time. I'll have to stop by and introduce myself to her - she sounds like a lot of fun!"

She thought for a second.

"But also, clearly I'm not giving you enough work to do to keep you busy and out of trouble if you have time to hang out with strange women, wouldn't you say?"

I closed my eyes. I knew there was only one response she would accept.

"Yes Miss."

"Glad we agree. I'll amend your chore list for the weekend accordingly. Now put my shoes away and get started on dinner. I think Claire and Sarah will be here in thirty minutes or so."

I rose to my feet and put her shoes away, then busied myself in the kitchen. Amber disappeared in her room, emerging ten minutes later dressed in a pair of jeans and a t shirt. The jeans hugged her curves tightly, and the t shirt struggled to contain her large breasts. She flopped on the couch and started flicking through shows as I worked.

"Refill, bank."

I hurried to the couch to pour her a fresh glass. She looked up at me for a second before returning to the TV.

"Don't you think you should have drinks ready for Claire and Sarah when they get here?"

I nodded. Of course. I should have thought of that.

"Yes Miss. Of course."

I went back to the kitchen and started preparing a margarita. I squeezed a lime into a shaker and added orange liqueur, tequila, ice, and a touch of salt. I hoped Claire didn't mind a plain glass without a salt rim - I didn't think I had enough time for that. I shook the drink and poured it carefully into a glass, letting most of the ice flow into the glass to keep it chilled. Next I prepared an old fashioned - Sarah's drink - with a nice bourbon, some simple syrup I had made up earlier that day in anticipation of this, and a little orange bitters. I carefully pulled an orange peel and placed it in the glass delicately. Just as I finished I heard a car pull up.

Amber sat up and gave me a warning look.

"You're to be on your absolute best behavior, bank. Is that clear?"

I swallowed.

"Yes Miss."

"I'm serious. If any of us have any complaints at all about your service or attitude you'll be very sorry. Remember that your training is a reflection of me, not you. Don't embarrass me."

I blanched slightly.

"Yes...yes Miss. I won't."

She held my gaze for another second before nodding.

"Good bank. Now go greet Claire at the door."

I opened the door before Claire had an opportunity to knock. She was dressed in a short navy skirt that showed off her thin legs, with a tight fitting white shirt tucked into it, accentuating her small waist. Her long straight black hair hung to the small of her back, and she had a pair of trendy sunglasses pushed back on her head. She was smiling a little shyly, which looked cute with her smallish nose and mouth. I thought she looked a few years younger than Amber and Sarah- perhaps early twenties. She was thin and slightly on the short side - perhaps five foot three or four, I thought. But where Sarah was athletic and muscular, Claire had more of a willowy build.

I spoke first.

"Welcome, ma'am." I said in what I hoped was a passable maître d' impression. I held up the drink for you.

"Would you care for a drink?"

Her smile broadened.

"Yeah! Thanks!"

She plucked it from my hands. I saw that she held a backpack as well as a small gift bag in her other hand. She stepped past me into the house.

Amber stood up and walked toward her with a grin.

"Hey girl!" They hugged warmly, and Amber pulled back after a second.

"You look great! Love that skirt!"

Claire flushed slightly.

"Thanks! And...wow those jeans fit you perfectly! Where'd you get them?"

Amber laughed and waved her hand.

"Actually they were made for me." At Claire's questioning look she added. "Come to think of it, you probably know the store - Ms. Sutton? Just a few doors down from where you work."

I winced and covered my butt with my hands reflexively at the mention of her name.

Claire's eyes widened.

"Yeah but...those must have cost a fortune!"

Amber looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

"She gives me a...substantial discount."

Claire took a sip of her margarita, still admiring Amber's pants. I also admired, but probably with a slightly different focus than the quality of her jeans.

Amber glanced at me with a small frown, and nodded towards Claire. I got the point and hurried over to where they were standing.

"I'm sorry...can I take your bags?"

Amber nodded imperceptibly, and then glanced down at Claire's feet.

"Uh...and can I help you with your shoes?" I added, somewhat lamely.

Claire looked at me and then Amber, clearly not sure what to say. She seemed to make a decision and turned back to me.

"Yes you may." She said, holding out her pack and the gift bag towards me. I took them, and hurried down the hall to the guest room where I set them down gently. When I got back to the living room the two of them were sitting on the couch sipping their drinks and chatting about their day. Taking a breath, I sank to my knees in front of Claire. Despite having been put in humiliating situations before, this was with someone new. I wondered if I'd ever get used to this exquisite feeling of shame mixed with excitement that Amber seemed determined to make me feel again and again.

"Your shoes, ma'am?" I said, feeling myself blush.

With a strange expression on her face, Claire lifted her right foot off the floor slightly. She pushed her hands down into her lap demurely, but I could see a few inches of thigh above her knees.

She was wearing plain slip on flats that matched her dress. I gently took her ankle in my left hand, and slowly slipped her shoe off with the other. She had small, pretty feet. She did the same with the other foot and removed her left shoe.

"Wow" Claire said, that strange expression still on her face. "This is...wild."

Amber gave a small laugh and then reached down and patted me on the cheek.

"Yeah, but so much fun! Isn't it, bank?"

"Yes Miss" I agreed. Amber turned back to Claire, and realizing I was dismissed, I rose to my feet and put Claire's shoes away before returning to the kitchen.

I caught some of their conversation as I worked. Mostly they talked about their jobs. Claire complained about some of her co-workers at the lingerie store. Before too long I heard Sarah's car pull up in front of the house and hurried to the door with her drink.

"Welcome" I said, holding the door for her. It looked like she had come directly from work. She wore running shorts and a tight tank top with thin spaghetti straps that ran over her muscular shoulders. She had her red hair pulled back in her typical pony tail.

She smiled at me as she took her drink from my hand.

"Thanks, Chris. The food smells great!" She gave my arm a friendly squeeze as she walked into the house.

Amber and Claire both rushed over and gave her a hug, talking over each other. I saw that Sarah had a small sports bag, and I gently took that from her, trying not to interrupt their greetings. I took it to the guest room as well before returning.

"May I please take your shoes, mistress?" I said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Claire hold a hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.

Sarah turned to me. She had an almost intimidating physical presence when she chose. Even dressed in workout gear she was stunning, and her athletic bearing and muscular frame caused me to gulp nervously.

"Yes, Chris. That would be nice."

I sank to my knees for the third time that night, and unlaced her sneakers. She lifted her feet for me as I slid them off. I started to get to my feet when I felt her firm hand push me back to my knees.

"Socks too."

I reached for her feet. She had on small white running socks.

I started in surprise as I felt her hand strike my cheek. It was more shocking than painful.

"Use your mouth."

She was smiling wickedly at me.

"Yes mistress."

I heard Amber laugh behind me. Claire gasped as I sank to the floor and gently bit the top of Sarah's sock. My nostrils were filled with the very familiar scent of her feet. I tried not to think of how ridiculous I looked, but I felt a wave of shame wash over me as I slowly tugged her sock around her heel. I kept my hands on the floor away from her foot. It was difficult - the sock was tight and it was hard to get a good hold with my teeth. It took almost a minute to get it off. The three women just stood and watched.

"Good boy" Sarah said and patted my head.

I started working on the other sock.

Amber walked closer - her jeans came into my field of view.

"I'm going to have him do this from now on - it looks hot!"

Sarah murmured an agreement.

"Wild..." Claire whispered.

I finally removed Sarah's second sock. I took it from my teeth and carefully rolled it up with her other one.

"You HAVE to let me come and watch some of your workouts" Amber said. "But my feet are feeling left out. Give them a kiss, bank."

I crawled swiftly over to where Amber stood, a few feet away. I bent down and placed a kiss on the tops of each of her feet. She chuckled and patted me on the head.

"Good bank. But I bet Claire probably feels left out now."

I heard Claire give a small gasp as I turned to face her. Her feet were already bare - she hadn't been wearing socks under her flats. I slowly crawled towards her, feeling my face burn with shame.

"Uh...he doesn't have to..." Claire said in a quiet voice.

"No, he doesn't. Bank, stop." I froze in place.

Amber stepped towards me and put her foot under me. I bent to kiss it without her asking.

"Sorry, Claire. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

I saw Claire shake her head out of the corner of my eye. From my vantage point I could se her slender legs rise until they disappeared under her skirt. I wondered what sort of panties she was wearing under her clothes and felt my cock ache slightly.

"No, it's not that. Uh...I like having my feet touched."

I glanced up. She was blushing prettily.

Sarah spoke up from behind me.

"Really? Like a sexual thing?"

Claire nodded, clearly embarrassed.

"Yeah...it's a turn on for me. I...had a boyfriend in college who liked to play with them and I realized it...got me excited."

Amber glanced up at Claire and then down at me, kneeling at her feet.

"Claire, in case you haven't noticed, I have my own personal servant who does absolutely everything I want, and pays me for the privilege. I have his cock in a tiny cage and the longer he's locked, the more excited I get. Sarah here..." she nodded her head to her friend "Has a business as a physical trainer where she keeps her clients, both guys and girls, locked in chastity devices as well."

She walked over to Claire, and gave her a little hug. She kept her arm around Claire's small shoulders, and looked her in the eye.

"So believe me, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of! If you get turned on when someone touches your feet, I think that's awesome. You really don't have to hide anything like that around Sarah and I."

I felt a surge of admiration for Amber. She obviously cared about putting her new friend at ease and feeling as comfortable as possible, given the odd situation.

Claire nodded and bit her lip. She glanced over at Sarah before smiling at Amber.

"Uh...thanks. I really appreciate that." She looked down at me, apparently making up my mind.

"Yes, I'd like Chris to kiss my feet, please."

I crawled over to her, and gently pressed my lips against her foot. I felt all three women watching me as I repeatedly kissed her foot, working my way down to her toes. I switched to the other foot and repeated, eventually licking her toes softly.

"Ohh..." I heard Claire sigh softly above me. "Okay...okay" She said, pulling her foot away from my eager mouth. "That's...nice."

I glanced up and saw her face was flushed slightly.

"That's hot" Amber said, admiringly. "He'll have to give you a nice long foot rub later, won't you bank?"

"Yes Miss" I responded.

One of the girls' phone rang, breaking the sexual tension in the room.

"Hey when's dinner? I'm starving" Sarah said, pulling out her phone and glancing at the screen.

"Yes mistress, I'm sorry. It should be ready any minute now."

I hurried to my feet and rushed to the kitchen. I just had to prep a few more things and set the table. The beef would be ready to come out of the oven in five minutes.

I grabbed some dishes and silverware and started setting the table.

Claire and Amber were sitting on the couch, sipping their drinks. Sarah was standing in the same place, frowning as she texted on her phone.

"Another client?" Amber teased.

Sarah looked up and laughed.

"Actually, yeah."

Amber shook her head. "You're incredible."

Claire raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Another...chastity client?"

Sarah nodded.

"Wow. I have so many questions!"

Sarah put her phone down and took another sip of her old fashioned.

"Ask away!" She said magnanimously. "But make room for me on that couch!"

The three of them talked about Sarah's growing business as I put the finishing touches on dinner. After setting all the food on the table I stood in front of them, waiting for a break in their conversation. I realized I was sort of on auto-pilot. It all seemed so surreal. I had served Amber and Sarah separately but rarely together. And Claire was a relative stranger. As long as I was busy I could sort of bury myself in my tasks. But standing there waiting to be acknowledged I felt completely self conscious and embarrassed. It didn't help that all three of them were stunning, each very different but all undeniably sexy.

After a few moments Amber looked up at me.

"Yes?"

"Dinner is ready, Miss." I said.

Sarah's face lit up.

"Ohh god I'm starving!"

She hopped to her feet, before turning and pulling Claire and Amber up after her. They bustled past me, still talking about the finer points of Sarah's fee structure as they all sat down.

"Serve us, bank." Amber said, not taking her attention off of Sarah as she described to Claire what she was charging her clients.