Part 50 (2/2)

I heard the girls get out of the bath. The water splashed and the vibrations of their bodies as they moved around the bathroom. I could hear the faint sounds of the hot bath water draining from the tub and the girls drying off. I heard them as they entered the bedroom. Unsure what to do. I could sense them as they moved to the center of the room and just knelt. Unsure if they should wake me up. Or just kneel quietly until I woke and gave them further instructions. Neither particularly wanted to guess wrong.

I opened my eyes and hitched myself up on the bed, saving them the decision. Glanced over. They were kneeling in the middle of the carpet. Quietly watching my movements. I could see that their fingers were pruned the way they were kneeling with the palms of their hands upturned on their naked thighs. Legs together. Elizabeth had chosen the necklace and Sheila was wearing the diamond bracelet on her left wrist. Presumably both were wearing the anklets. Even though I couldn't see, their feet were probably pruned too. Their skin almost glowed, in that way women's skin glows after a bath. I could watch them all day, kneeling there.

Elizabeth spoke softly. ”I'm not sure if I'm allowed to speak, but thank you for the gifts. They. Are beautiful. I wasn't expecting that.”

”What were you expecting?”

”I don't know. Knowing you, maybe some nipple clamps, or a new vibrator, or platinum handcuffs. I don't know. But thank-you. Did you pick them out?”

”No. Actually Christi, Jane and Anne did.”

”Anne?”

”You don't want to know.”

”They are gorgeous. Whoever she is.”

Sheila was silent.

”Is there anything else we can do for you?”

”Nope. Just kneel there and look pretty until dinner is ready.”

I leaned back and rested again.

A soft voice, hesitantly spoke again. ”Sir? Can I speak?”

I opened my eyes again. It was Sheila.

”What's up?” I asked kindly.

”Can we. At least talk while you are resting? Please? We'll talk quietly.”

”Sheila. I'd prefer if you didn't. I'm enjoying the silence.”

”Alright. I'm sorry.” She lapsed back into silence. Her expression was one of confusion and hurt. Not sure why I couldn't just let them go to another room and talk. But she knew better than to question it. It was better than being gagged. And she knew about being gagged.

I closed my eyes again and relaxed into the comfort of the bed. I could hear the soft breathing of the girls as they just quietly knelt and waited. Probably a bit uncomfortable on their knees.

Finally I heard a faint voice from the bottom of the stairs. Sounds didn't travel particularly well in this home. It sounded like Jane or Christi calling that dinner was on the table.

I opened my eyes. Elizabeth and Sheila had both heard the call as well. They looked anxious to go. I suppose being forced to kneel naked for twenty minutes with nothing to do but keep silent makes a woman a bit restless. I forced them to remain on their knees while I slowly got up.

Finally Sheila risked breaking the silence.

”M-master?”

”Did I give you permission to speak?”

”I'm sorry.” She closed her mouth again.

”Come on. Dinner is served. I think.” It had been about three minutes since the call.

Elizabeth and Sheila both scrambled to their bare feet. Waiting for me to tell them they could go downstairs. Elizabeth's eyes expressive. Wanting to say something. Ask if she could go downstairs. As I approached the door, I knew why. It hadn't reached to the bed yet, but the smell of dinner, whatever it was, permeated the room. Garlic. My mouth began to water. I'm sure the women were in as bad a state. Hadn't eaten since breakfast. I thought I could hear Elizabeth's belly rumble as she smelled her coming food.

I gave them both a pat on their bare bottoms. ”Go on. You two are like a pair of lions, smelling the kill. You can talk now as well.”

The girls gratefully scampered out of the room. Elizabeth calling a word of thanks over her shoulder. I could hear the two of them thundering down the stairs and towards the dining room. I followed them at a more sedate pace.

When I got into the dining room, I stepped back in shock. The girls had made the dining room up into something to rival fine dining establishments. They had moved the extra chairs over to the other side of the room. Now there were only six chairs towards one end of the huge table. The end of the table was obviously reserved for me. Jane and Christi flanked me, and the rest of the girls were seated demurely in the remaining chairs. Candles graced the table, and the lights were dimmed. Their hair and faces glowed in the soft light. They were all waiting patiently for me to allow them to eat. Hands clasped in their laps. I glanced at the table before I sat. Christi had prepared a full dinner. Bread. Wine. And a steaming bowl of pasta. Some sort of cream sauce. A huge tossed salad.

I sat and looked over at Christi. Her red sweater flickered in the candlelight. I idly wondered what our ill.u.s.trious Mr. Mayer would think of us, three clothed, three unclothed strangers using his kitchen and dining room as though it was our own. Drinking his precious wine. I didn't particularly care what he thought.

Christi smiled. She whispered to me. ”Did we do good?”

I nodded. It had been a long time since we'd had dinner together. And this really blew my mind. I guess they were probably looking for something to stimulate themselves as well. Christi saw my questioning look at the pasta.

”Carbonara. I used some of the lunch meats. I really hope you like it. My last boyfriend did.” She whispered to herself, ”G.o.d. I hope he likes it.”

She picked up the serving spoons and put some pasta onto the plate in front of me.

”Can I serve the rest of us as well?”

I nodded, watching her body move as she doled out the noodles. Giving the girls less than she did me. I wasn't going to stop them from having seconds if they wanted it. There was tons of pasta.

I picked up my fork and spoon and twirled the first strands of linguine on the fork. I popped it in my mouth, my mouth exploding with flavour. The best carabonara I'd ever tasted. Garlic.

I looked up. Christi looked worried. I rea.s.sured her.

”Excellent. What are you all waiting for?”

Christi smiled and swallowed in relief. She experimentally dipped her fingers into her plate and pulled at a few noodles. Having trouble with the slippery food. Tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. Frustrated with her dinner and her inability to eat it. She s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand back, the pasta still a little hot for her. She stuck her fingers in her mouth to ease the burning sensation.

The other girls watched as Christi slipped her fingers out of her mouth and stood. She licked the cream sauce off her fingers carefully. I could see the tears br.i.m.m.i.n.g in her eyes as she grasped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head in one swift motion. I was too surprised to react. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s fell free and she sighed. She began to unb.u.t.ton her jeans.

I finally found my tongue. ”Christi?” I asked her. ”What are you doing?”

”I'm. I'm taking my clothes off.”

”Uh. Why?”

”I'm going to spill. And I don't want to get punished. Not tonight. Please just let me take them off.” She swallowed heavily. Hardly being able to stop the tears.

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