Dinner Goes Well

Ashley helped the busty redhead with making dinner. The mother of the two mistresses wore nothing but an apron that said ‘Kiss the chef’ with an arrow pointing down towards her crotch. Anna made her wash her hands before helping, but otherwise didn’t mention her sweaty, grass-stained, and dirt covered body. Dinner itself was nothing special; spaghetti and meatballs with breadsticks. Separately though was dinner for the slaves of the house, which consisted of a more basic Pot Pie. Among the usual ingredients though was a bottle of clear liquid Anna took from a special cabinet above the stove.

“What’s that?” Ashley asked

“Special aphrodisiacs” Anna said nonchalantly, “Master likes us to be aroused at all times, so he has us mix this into our food.”

Aphrodisiacs of some sort weren’t unheard of, especially at parties and special events, but this was the first time she had seen one used in everyday food. With the right dosage they could make a person anywhere from perpetually aroused to crazily horny. The last time Ashley had had one was the celebration after her dance team made it to State. She could only remember drinking the shot of the drug then waking up hours later in a pile of naked teenagers, half of which she didn’t recognize, and with a sore pussy.

She hoped that whatever Master was having her take was less strong, otherwise she didn’t know if she could handle it.

They served dinner to the family. The master, mistresses, and guest eating at one table while the slaves all ate at another. She felt the drug kick in almost immediately, and had a strong urge to touch herself before remembering that she wasn’t allowed to masturbate indoors while at home. The others seemed to perk up in the same way too, and she could see the male slaves getting hard already.