As the handle turned and the door opened, I was met by my two owners. You could
tell they had been joking and laughing together. They both wore broad smiles.
Kneeling in front of them, wearing my lace apron and makeup, I held the frosted
mug out to Tom.

"Welcome home sir, please accept this cold beer from your lowly slave."

"Don't mind if I do Joanie", Tom said answering me with my fem name.

"Doesn't Joanie look adorable", Sheila said. "I made sure she not only was
dressed for you, but also her attitude was ready for you."

"Is that right Joanie? You know Monday's a tough day and I could really use a
slut to take away all my stress. Are you going to be my slut tonight, Joanie?"

"Yes sir", I meekly answered.

"It's a little cool outside for the lanai tonight," Sheila said. "Why don't you
fetch me a glass of wine, and serve it to me. Tom and I will be on the couch here
in the family room."

"As you wish Mistress."

I then scurried off to get Sheila's wine. When I returned, they were together on
the couch. I handed the wine to her but she did not take it. Instead she looked
down with her eyes as if trying to tell me something. I understood her gesture
and kneeled. She then accepted the Chablis.

"Joanie," Tom said. "I have been on a building site most of the afternoon. As you
can see my shoes have gotten quite dirty. Any suggestions on cleaning them?"

He was being quite brazen with me. I could tell he was really getting off on his
power. I looked at his shoes, then up at both of them. Sheila's eyes were
piercing, almost angry with me. I then remembered her lecture on hesitating to
carry out their demands. I moved my face down to his oxblood, tasseled loafers. I
stuck out my tongue and started licking the dust off the surface. I could taste
the dirt in my mouth. How humiliating this was to lick another man's shoes. I
also knew my cock was as hard as a rock. They just looked down at me in silence
wearing small but contented smiles. When I was done cleaning the surface of both
shoes, Tom lifted the bottoms of them to my face.

"Don't forget the soles slut. What would our clientele say if I went to work with
dirty soles?"

He and Sheila both laughed heartily at this.

I used the flat of my tongue to clean both soles. I had to swallow a couple of
small chunks of dirt. I could taste them dissolving in my mouth. I cleaned both
soles thoroughly. My mind was telling me this was too much, but my cock said
different. I tried relieving my conscience by telling myself I was doing it for
Sheila. But I knew I enjoyed serving him in this humbling way.

"You did good Joanie," Tom said. He then put his arm around Sheila and said "You
have really brought him a long way since this morning hon. You must have really
put him through the ringer today."

Sheila giggled at Tom's remarks. "He got quite an education today. Not only did
he serve myself and Linda, he also revealed something very special to me."

"And what was that?"

I couldn't believe she was going to tell him. Even though Tom wasn't the jealous
type, it was just too personal. Sheila nudged my face with her dirty soul. She
had a smile on her face like the cat that got the canary. Then she really floored
me.

"Why don't you tell him John", she said teasingly, while she stroked my cheek
with her toes.

"I...I uh...I told Mistress that I was in love with her", I stammered.

I could feel the blood pouring into my face. I must have been blushing a deep
red. I actually felt grateful that I had some makeup on. Sheila didn't help me
out at all. She sat there smiling, enjoying my embarrassing predicament.

"And what did my wife say back, John," he asked with a smirk on his face.

"She said she would use my love for her to enslave me even further."

He really let loose with a big laugh at this statement. His eyes were even
watering up.

"I should have known that would be her reaction", he said still laughing.
"Remember on the way to the lake when I told you if you give her an inch, she
would take a mile?"

"Yes sir."

"Well now you know I wasn't kidding. All this woman has talked about since she
found out about your submissiveness is enslaving you. She has a mind like a trial
lawyer. You don't stand a chance John. She will use everything she can to own
you. Even your love."

"Don't make me sound too conniving Tom. After all, this is what you want and have
always dreamed about,,,,isn't it John?"

I looked up at her. Her mouth was smiling that sweet beautiful smile, but her
eyes were dead serious. She wanted to own me, plain and simple.

"You know it is Mistress. I am prepared to give up my life, to be your slave."

She beamed at my statement. I even felt that Tom was moved a little.

"And in return, as long as you are loyal and subservient to us, we will never
release you. That is unless you want to leave."

She knew that I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. I was too deeply tangled in
her seductive web of dominance. Sheila finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

"John, there are three nice steaks in the fridge. Why don't you grill them while
Tom and I have a another round of drinks. We both take our steaks medium rare."

"And speaking of another round", Tom said. "We are ready for one."

"And John", Sheila added. "Grab yourself a beer too. I think you're going to need
it."

"Thank you Mistress, I feel I need it already."

I then fetched them their drinks, and then started grilling the steaks. The
weather had cooled down quite a bit, so I used the Jen-air grill in the kitchen.
We all had a few more drinks and ate heartily. After dinner they retired to the
family room again for a nightcap. This time I was not offered another beer. I was
told to clean up the kitchen and return to them when finished. When I returned, I
found them kissing passionately on the couch. They broke their embrace when they
saw me walk in. Tom looked at me with lust in his eyes. He started massaging his
cock through his pants. He spoke softly, but firmly.

"Now it is time to start fulfilling your slut duties, Joanie."