Lasagna!

Lunch was set out and smelled wonderful - it looked like they had made a lasagna-like dish with fruit salad on the side. Paige's usual work was neat and elegant. This plate of "pasta" was kind of an amorphous mass of slop and didn't look at all appetizing. And she usually had a flower in a vase or some other minor decoration. Mind you, it smelled good. I tried to decide if I should be pleased or not. Both girls were in the kitchen and they both looked alluring and sexy wearing just aprons and collars.

"I didn't know that!" Paige said to Sandra as they poured a cup of water into the coffee maker. "I've never used a microwave to cook before, just for warming up leftovers."

"Well, we'll clean it up later, I guess. Now, we've got steamed carrots; you're saying that that isn't enough?"

"Not enough overall. We'll have to include some more variety with dinner. Now let's check the fridge again. I really thought I had some parsley left and that... thing... needs to have SOMETHING to make it more-"

"I'm back!" I called to them, walking over to sit down.

For a second, Sandra tried to cover up, then stopped.

"The lasagna's too hot to eat right now," Paige called out as they rummaged through the vegetable drawer.

Stick to the facts. "Usually your presentation is better than this," I said, pushing it aside in favor of the fruit salad.

"My fault!" Sandra called out. "Sorry! It's something my dad used to cook up and it usually looks nicer than that."

Half an hour later, lunch was finished. The dishes were served at different time, but they tasted wonderful; especially the "lasagna." The kitchen was a mess.

They started cleaning up, but I told them to wait and kneel in front of me.

"Slaves, I'm disappointed with the presentation, especially considering all the time you were given, so you'll both have to be punished. However, I'm pleased that the two of you were able to work together as well as you did. I'll try to make it something you would enjoy, but it will still be punishment. Before we go into that, there are a couple things to get out of the way. First..."

I reached down and unlocked the cuffs. Sandra rubbed her wrists and Paige simply returned her hands to her lap.

"Second, were you able to get your differences resolved?"

"Yes, Master," they said, not quite at the same time.

Sandra watched the other ****'s manner as Paige spoke. "Of course, the overall decision is yours to dictate if you wish to do so. We have a preference that would work best for us, however."