Adrian spoke next, his commanding voice filling the suite.
"As you can see, Chrissy and I have buried our differences. There are many advantages to having harmony in the household, but there is one more relationship in this household that needs work."
I knew he was referring to the vibe between Sara and Stacey. They barely spoke when Adrian was not around, and only tolerated each other, because Adrian expected it. They used to be best friends, but after Adrian paid Stacey to give him a rimjob, on the same night that Sara got him off three times, there was jealousy between them. Adrian had decided that this was going to end, tonight.
He told Sara and Stacey to go and get naked, and to insert their anal eggs. They left the room obediently, and Adrian turned his attention to me.
"Take a couple of pictures of my bitch polishing my shoes," Adrian said to Svetlana, with noticeable disdain.
Svetlana gleefully took a few photos of me kneeling in Stephanie's crotchless panties, while polishing Adrian's expensive dress shoes.
"Shall I forward the best ones to Stephanie?" Svetlana asked.
"Pick out the three best ones, and send them to Chrissy," he said decisively. "I want Chrissy to send them to directly to Stephanie, thanking her personally for the gift."
I really didn't want to go down this road. I already had endured the embarrassment of Koko witnessing my submission to Adrian at the wedding. Surely, it was enough to have the triplets involved in my continuous emasculation. The last thing I needed was the beautiful Stephanie joining the group, particularly as she had already shown a propensity for domination.
Svetlana had taken about a dozen pictures of me polishing Adrian's shoes and she consternated over her decision, as she selected the most humiliating ones. I heard my phone ding and Svetlana handed it to me. The photos were horribly emasculating and made me out to look like a complete pussy.
I was kneeling on the white towel polishing Adrian's black, patent-leather, Ferragamo dress shoe, wearing a pair of tiny mint green women's panties. The crotch was open, clearly exposing my swollen nuts, and the base of my cock-cage. Svetlana had captured perfectly my look of abject submission, as I worked on spit-shining another man's shoes. The second dress shoe was by my knee, and Svetlana had caught the clear imprint of my pink lipgloss on the tip of it. I hated that photo the second I processed its incriminating details.
The other two photos were no less humiliating, and I struggled to form the words as Adrian waited expectantly for me to text Stephanie. I managed to put together a brief thank you text, but after I read it to Adrian, he deemed it not sufficiently obsequious, and dictated his desired version to me.
"Hi Stephanie, Chrissy here. Thanks for giving me the silky green panties that you wore to blow Adrian yesterday. I am wearing them now, in anticipation of being allowed to suck his cock tonight. Maybe one day I can model them for you? Love, Chrissy."
My hands were shaking as I typed his words. After he had finished he told me to send it to Stephanie. I got an almost immediate response, and Adrian told me to read it aloud before Sara and Stacey returned.
"Chrissy, you look so cute kneeling there polishing Adrian's shoes. I would love you to model some of my pretty things for me very soon."
"It's a date," Adrian exclaimed, as Svetlana watched me squirming before him.
Sara and Stacey were gone quite a while, and returned naked and holding hands, as if to let Adrian know that they had resolved their differences. He seemed to appreciate the gesture, but wanted more of a commitment from both of them. He stood in the middle of the room, and told them to kneel before him. They obeyed his directive immediately, and sank to their knees in unison.