This is part three, as Pam deepens her domination over me. We are still in the first week of our one week a month trial run. Things get interesting when Pam invites Steph over for dinner...Enjoy!
I got dressed and made my way to the Italian Food Center. There I bought homemade tomato sauce, pasta, bread, and a nice bottle of Merlot. I set the table for three. The table was draped with white linen, and candles were lit. I showered and dressed in my 'Lucky' Jeans, and a white dress shirt. Underneath was Pam's red thong. I got hard setting this all up. It must be part of my submission to Pam.
My mind wondered about Steph. Would Pam actually have me serve her in a sexual manner? Trust me, I would not mind it at all, however, it would certainly change our relationship. Pam told me to trust her, and I did.
As I started to boil the water for the pasta, the phone rang.
"Hi Scotty, is dinner ready?" Pam asked cheerfully.
"Yes Mistress, it will be ready when you arrive." I said proudly.
"I thought it would be best, if you did not eat with us. You can say you ate earlier. This way you will wait in the kitchen while we eat. Wouldn't that be fun Scotty?"
"I will set the table for two Mistress. I understand."
Understand I did! She wanted me to be a servant waiting for orders. This excited me, but the humiliation in front of Steph, was a new frontier.
"I just showered at the gym, and Steph is finishing off some stretching exercises. We should be home shortly my love."
So I removed my dish setting, and made a small salad with tomatoes and cucumbers. I thought they might enjoy this as an appetizer. A few minutes later Pam and Steph walked in looking radiant. Pam's hair was still wet from her shower, and Steph was wet with sweat. I left the kitchen to greet them, kissing Steph on the cheek, and Pam on the lips. Then I took their gym bags, and placed them in the den.
"Everything looks so nice." Steph said with excitement.
Pam patted my ass and said "Good job Scotty."
Steph was wearing her work out outfit. Black tight nylon bike pants, with the leg stopping at mid calf, and a red tight top. She was wearing sneakers, and her long blonde hair was pulled back with a white head band. Pam had changed, and sported her blue jean shorts, with a V type T shirt. She wore thong flip flaps on her feet.
"I can't eat dinner all sweaty like this, and I didn't want to delay our dinner by showering at the gym. Pam, do you mind if I shower?" Steph asked.
"Not at all, go right upstairs, you know where it is. Take your time, dinner will wait. Isn't that right Scott?" Pam asked with a smirk.
"Yes of course. It will be ready when you come down." I said agreeing with Pam.
"Thanks guys, I will be quick." Steph took her bag and climbed the stairs.
Pam approached me with a grin ear to ear on her face. She kissed me and stared rubbing my cock through my jeans. She unbuttoned them, and pulled them down to my knees. My cock was fully erect and sticking straight up from my red thong.
"It seems you like serving Mistress and friend. I hope Steph don't notice the bulge in your pants. I wonder if you can control it while you serve us dinner. This will be lots of fun."
Pam was stroking my balls, as my cock swayed back and forth. I did all I could not exploding right there. She deep tongued kissed me and said.
"Remember the better you serve me, the better you will cum tonight. Now pull up your pants and pour us some wine."
I pulled them up, and made my way to the kitchen. My enlarged cock was very noticeable through my jeans. I had to try someway to get it down. Pam was no help, as she sat crossed leg on a kitchen stool dangling her flip flop. As I poured the wine, her sandal fell off (purposely I am sure.) I brought the wine to her, and we both clicked glasses.
"To a wonderful Sunday afternoon." she toasted.
We sipped our wine, and she lifted her foot up and wiggled her toes.
"Be a dear and put Mistresses sandal back on."
I bent over to get it, and she put her foot in my face. My mouth was now full of her lovely toes, as I sucked on each one.
"You don't have to call me Mistress while Steph is here...but Ms. Pam will do."
I moaned with her toes in my mouth.
"Don't be a baby. She just thinks we are role playing because I won a bet. Put my flip flop back on and pull your self together, she will be down soon."
I put the thronged sandal between her toes, and she smiled contently.
Steph came down a short time later. She was wearing tight faded jeans that had the worn look. They had holes at the knees, and on the backside. The tight T shirt she wore had a caricature of John Lennon on it. She wore open toe shoes with a cork like heel, about 3 inches high.
"Thanks for waiting, that shower felt wonderful." She huffed.
"Lets eat; I am famished from that spin class." Pam said
I was in the kitchen, as they approached the dinning table set off in the attached room. Pam proclaimed,
"We are ready for dinner Scott."
I pulled Steph's chair first, as she sat with a bit of a startled look on her face. I then pulled out Pam's chair as she waited with a smile. When both were seated, I asked
"Would you like your salads first, or with your pasta?"
"First you should pour Steph some wine, and fill my glass also. Didn't you notice I was almost empty?"
I turned all shades of red, as I poured Steph her wine, and refilled Pam's glass.
"Sorry Pam for not noticing."
Steph looked on in amazement.
"We will have our salads first and please remember to address me as Ms. Pam...and since we have a guest, its only right to call her Ms. Stephanie."
My humiliation began, and my submissive juices were flowing...and my cock growing.
I left the room a bit crouched, as I didn't want Steph to see the bulge in my pants. As I entered the kitchen I heard Steph say,
"What the fuck Pam, this is amazing!"
I didn't hear Pam's response, as I served the salads.
"Scott, are you going to ask Steph if she wants some dressing?"
My heart was in my mouth, as I asked,
"Ms. Stephanie would you like balsamic vinegar and oil, or blue cheese dressing with your salad?"
Steph giggled, and seemed embarrassed,
"Blue cheese would be great Scott."
Pam looked on like a contented cat, as I presented her with the dressing in a small bowl.
"I will have some vinegar and oil."
"Yes Ms. Pam." I said while looking down.
"This salad is fantastic Scott. Did you get the vegetables at the market?" Steph asked.
"Yes, on Sixth Avenue." Pam sounded a fake cough. I got the hint. "Ms. Stephanie."