The new reality.

"Let's go to the living room," he says, gesturing towards the door. You nod, a bit disappointed that he rejected the pleasures of your body, but taking solace in his words "Perhaps later." More than anything else, you want to serve him, please him, demonstrate your submission and servitude. You walk in front of him, twitching your rump as you walk, trying to entice him to take you again, but not daring to look back at him with invitation in your eyes, fearing to be too forward.

"Take a seat," he tells you, gesturing to the couch, then sitting beside you. You curl your legs under you and look at him with downcast eyes that signal his dominance over your mind and body, waiting for him to speak.

"We need to discuss the rent situation. Given the change in circumstances, I will give you and your room-mates another two weeks of grace to come up with the arrears. After that, there will be no further extensions, and eviction notice will be served and executed." He pauses, looking at you. You bite your lip and nod, your eyes starting to fill with tears.

"Should that happen, I will allow you, and only you, to move into a vacant studio apartment that is currently being renovated. Your room-mates will have to find other accommodation that they can afford." You nod, a tiny surge of happiness flickering through you at the thought that you will still be in the building, still able to serve your Master.

"In the meantime, I can offer you some means to pay off part of the arrears. I know you are a part time waitress, and I regularly have gatherings of friends here. I would allow you to reduce the debt by working at such parties, serving drinks, and such other needs my guests might have." He smiles at you, his eyes roaming over your naked flesh. "You would be dressed in a manner appropriate to the guests. My friends share many of my...interests...and proclivities. Do you understand?" He makes a nod towards the dungeon room, and you blush as you grasp his meaning.

"Yes Master," you answer softly, looking at him with submission. "Wench understands. Master can use Wench as he desires. Wench lives to serve Master."

"Very good," he says thoughtfully, reaching out and stroking your cheek. You press your face against his hand, your eyes worshipping him, grateful for his touch. "I may allow my guests to use you as well. Use you as I do. Do you object, Wench?"

"No Master," you answer, your belly fluttering with forbidden excitement at the thought of being publicly shared. To be used and degraded by your Master's guests, passed from one to another to satisfy their sensual needs. You tremble slightly at the thought, your mind racing with excitement. "Wench is honoured to do whatever Master commands. Wench lives to serve and obey Master."

He looks at you, his hand still cupping your cheek, his eyes probing yours. His commanding gaze thrills you, and you want nothing more than for him to take you, use you hard and ruthlessly, take whatever pleasures he desires from your body. You whimper softly at the thrilling thought of submission and surrender, your pussy starting to flow again. He smiles at you and takes his hand from your cheek, watching your face flicker with dismay at the loss of his touch.

"Excellent, Wench. Truly excellent." He pauses and looks away as though composing his thoughts. "There is a gathering this Friday. You will arrive here at 6:00 PM precisely to be dressed and prepared for work. I will reduce the arrears by three hundred dollars for that evening's work." You nod understanding, your eyes never leaving his face.

"Do you have questions Wench?"

"Will Master allow Wench to see him before Friday?" you ask in a trembling voice. "Wench...fears to go too long...without...training..." He gives a soft laugh and nods.

"Wench can return for training tomorrow afternoon," he says, smiling at the happiness that his words awaken in your face. "At three. Do not be late."

"No Master. Wench will be on time. Thank you Master."

"And this is as good a time as any to explain matters. In here we are Wench and Master. Out in the world we are landlord and tenant, Tom Berridge and Lisa Carter. We are both free to live our lives outside this apartment as we choose and without hindrance. But inside these walls we are Wench and Master. Do you understand?"

"I..I think so Master," you answer uncertainly.

"This means you are free to date, see other men, fuck them if you wish."

"Wench desires no one else but Master," you answer urgently.

"We shall see. My statement stands. Do you have questions?"

"Does this mean...mean...that Master...has...has other Wenches?" you ask with a trembling voice.

"Master has other submissives who he trains and who give him service. Only you are called Wench. Does this displease you?"

"Wench has no right to judge Master," you answer, your eyes lowered. "Wench is pleased to be owned by Master, and is grateful to accept his will and his training."

"You learn quickly Wench," he says calmly. "You may prove to be entirely satisfactory."

"Thank you Master," you say happily, wiggling at his praise.

"Now it is time for you to leave Wench. I will get you a robe to wear home. You can return it tomorrow." Your eyes follow him as he rises and leaves the room and remain on the hallway until he returns holding a soft cotton robe. He gestures you to stand and puts it on you, tying the belt around your waist.

"Master does not wish to use Wench again?" you ask timidly.

"Tomorrow at three Wench," her reminds you, leading you to the door. Before he opens it he unbuckles the leather collar, taking it from your neck. "When you return tomorrow this will be returned."

"Thank you Master," you say quietly, then quiver as he touches your cheek again, loving the feel of his hand. With that he opens the door and lets you out, closing it behind you.

You stand in the hallway, your heart hammering in your chest, your pussy flowing with arousal, your mind trying to adjust to your new reality, trying to cope with being both Wench and Lisa.