Making and breaking of a cuckold – 18 The bar B que

Gemma spoke, “We’re both going to the gym for a few hours cucky so you can attend to your household and yard duties while we’re gone. Sheridan is coming over for a bar-b-que lunch so I want you to go to the supermarket and buy seafood suitable for that, say some prawns and fish plus salad. Check on the liquor supplies too. We want daiquiris by the pool this arvo. Dismissed”.

Lunch time rolled around and I had completed my prep. They all returned from the gym and had a swim to cool off, then sipped daiquiris lounging by the pool. What a life, I thought to myself, especially compared with my life of servitude. Oops, don’t let those thoughts intrude or there’ll be a flogging heading my way. I tended to the bbq.

I was instructed to serve the meal and knelt beside the outdoors table as they took their seats. I was conscious of Sir Max’s directive and waited till they were settled and moved beside him, waiting for him to order me under his feet. He just pointed under the table and I crawled under and made my face available as a footrest for my Master.