Paige needs to get out more.

"I'm a little worried she is becoming stagnant here." Sandra explains "she should still be going out and trying new things. I am fine with her staying your **** as long as she wants I just want it to be because you're her favourite not because she is afraid of change."

"Do you have any suggestions?" I asked.

"Well, I can think of a place that shouldn't be to intimidating" Sandra answered. "Its a little exclusive, but the owner is a family friend, I may be able to get us in tonight."

Sandra went outside to call her mysterious contact, I went into the kitchen to check on Paige. She was chopping vegetables, rice was on the stove and I could smell salmon cocking in the oven. "So ****, what do you think of my girlfriend now that you met her?"

She brightened but maintained a submissive stance. "She is very lovely, I hope to see more of her." Her expression changed "I am sorry for having dirty thoughts about you and your girlfriend master. It was very bad and I will stop if you wish."

She was giving me the option to return to our platonic relationship, but I knew there was no going back especially since neither of us wanted to. "Was this the first time you thought about myself or your mistress?"

"My first time for my mistress sir, but I have often masturbated thinking of you." She was starting to blush.

"Give me an example."

"Yesterday, while you were at work I knelt down, touched my pussy and sucked my fingers pretending they were your ... manhood." she clearly felt awkward talking about my penis.

"It was very naughty of you to have those thoughts and not tell us. I will have to punish you for that. Get changed into your bunny outfit."

She left and few minutes later hopped back, with her arms curled to her chest like a cute bunny. She was wearing pink rabbit ears, a butt plug topped with a fluffy cotton tail, and pink cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Her ankle cuffs were connected by a short chain, hence the hopping, but her wrists were attached to nipple clamps that tugged on her sensitive nubs with every bounce of her breasts. She presented herself for my approval, and after I nodded returned to chopping vegetables. With her wrists and nipples chained so closely together, she was now **** to bend over the counter, and I couldn't resist the occasional smack on her round shapely ass.

Soon after I took the salmon out of the oven, Sandra entered the kitchen. "I was able to find something for us to do tonight" she informed us.

"Are you going to tell me what?" I asked.

"No, I want to keep it a surprise." She smiled and added "for both of you."

Paige set two places at the table, and Sandra and I sat down. Paige served us, taking tiny steps rather than hop, so she didn't spill. Sandra enjoyed Paige's restrictions as much as me, grabbing a fistful of Paige's but when she bent to spoon rice on my plate. After we began eating she knelt off to the side.

In between bites Sandra spoke to Paige; "I noticed your attire has changed."

"Yes mistress" Paige explained with her head still bowed "I wear this humiliating outfit as punishment for keeping my dirty thoughts about my master and mistress hidden."

I clarified the new rule "in the future she will tell us exactly what she was thinking about when masturbating."

After a moment of thought Sandra commented "you should be punished twice: first for breaking the rule, and second for needing it explained."

I nodded and she contiued "for the next two days you will not masterbate, if you do, you will inform us as soon as possible."

"As you say Mistress" Paige responded, looking like she wanted to vigorously rub herself right now.

"I should inform you that through my own stupidity I will make many mistakes, some I will need explained to me. I hope you continue to punish me as needed." Paige was of course a model **** and rarely made any mistakes; she actually meant 'I hope you punish me for arbitrary reasons.'

When I had finished my plate, I asked for a second helping. I only ate a few bites before getting up and putting the plate on the floor. Sandra gave me a confused look, so I explained "she is only allowed to eat the food left on my plate." The plate remained on the ground while Paige cleared the table. Only when the kitchen was spotless did she crawl over to the plate and begin eating, without using her hands of course.

When it was time to leave, Sandra and I decided that even though it would be a perfectly just punishment to **** Paige to wear her bunny costume outside, it would draw too much attention to her owners. So she was allowed to change back into her maid outfit. She would, however, be blindfolded as to not spoil the surprise. I led her to the backseat of Sandra's car before getting in the passenger seat wonder where Sandra would drive us.