Making and breaking of a cuckold – 22 The dinner party

I eventually skulked back to the pool area and found Max and Gemma had returned and were chatting with the others. I went and knelt before my Owners and awaited instructions. They ignored me for 10 minutes then Mistress spoke, “So faggot, you stink. Go and kneel by the pool”.

I did then Gemma sauntered across and stood in front of me. She slowly raised her right leg and placed her foot on my chest. Smiling, she gave me a hefty push, resulting in me being thrown backwards into the pool. “Stay there till you don’t smell so bad loser”.

I waited till Mistress gestured to me to kneel at her feet. “Good news fuckwit. We’ve decided to have a dinner party tonight and you’re gonna cater. Max is sending a list of drinks to your phone for you to buy, and you will follow me into the kitchen while Sheridan and I decide on the menu. Oh, by the way, you’ll be the chief cook and bottle washer”. That was OK, I was a reasonable cook.

I spent the rest of the afternoon on my own shopping and preparing. Max and Gemma went upstairs, probably to fuck, and the others went home to rest for tonight. No such luxuries for me !!