Be My Bitch

I got dressed as fast as I could. I’d never worn anything like this before and was doing it the way I’d seen her do it many times before. To my surprise, I’d been rather attentive and got everything correct. “Nice Job, Thom” said Mistress Jennifer. Holy shit, a compliment as well as my name. Just then, Mistress attached a collar to my neck with a leash and led me downstairs. Upon arrival to the kitchen, there was one of her friends waiting with what looked to be a video camera. Mistress spoke, “Susan is here to document your progress. As well as provide insurance should you ever decide leaving is more agreeable to you. Should you ever entertain any notions of leaving, this video will be released, and you’ll never have any dignity again. Just imagine all your drinking buddies seeing you dressed like this and obeying my orders. I think you get the idea. Nod if you understand” I nodded, my heart sank as I realized my worst nightmares were about to come true.
As I prepared breakfast for everyone, Susan and Mistress talked. Susan was astounded that Mistress’s plan was actually working. Mistress explained, “Well Susan, it was really that trip to Amsterdam recently where I learned everything I needed. While I was there meeting with the family lawyer, I couldn’t help but notice how the men around her seemed to do be so subservient to her. Eventually, I asked her how she was able to accomplish it. She took me under her wing and taught me everything I would ever need to know. She taught me that, while men act like they enjoy being in charge, they all secretly desire to be commanded by strong women. That once they realize there is no escape they fall right into line.” Susan replied, “Could you teach me, Jenn?” Mistress spoke, “I’d be happy to. You’ll be here for most of Thom’s training, so you’ll be ready to begin after that. Who knows, there might be a future for us doing this long term.”
After they’d finished speaking I prepared both their plates and served them.