Her Place

We walked about a block from the Laundromat, to a nice greystone building. It was a larger house that had been converted to apartments after the war. We walked up to the second floor where the smaller girl unlocked the door and pushed it open. The taller girl, who’d been standing behind me, shoved me through the door. I wasn’t expecting that, and fell into the room, laundry bags going everywhere. I rolled over and attempted to stand, but the taller girl put her foot on my chest, pushing me down.

“My name is Donna, and this is Jenna. But from now on, you’ll call me Master, and you’ll call her Mistress. Understand?” She was standing over me, her foot still on my chest. I nodded my head. “And from now on, your name is Bitch. You understand?” I nodded again.

“Now, Bitch, pick up the laundry, and put it away.” She commanded. I picked myself up from the floor and grabbed their laundry bags.

“Where does,,,” Before I could finish asking where the laundry went, Donna slapped me hard across the face. So hard, I staggered backwards and dropped the bags again.

“Bitch!” she almost screamed, “Did I say you could speak?” I was in stunned silence. “You talk when I say you can, bitch. And you say what I tell you to say. Is that clear?” I nodded. “Answer me, Bitch!” she almost screamed again.

“Yes, Master.” I said meekly. “I understand.” I had never considered myself submissive before, but I was falling into that role quite easily. I glanced over at Jenna, who’d been standing off to one side. I immediately noticed the smirky smile on her face, and the points her very erect nipples made in her t-shirt.
“Jen, show the bitch were the laundry goes.” Donna said. It wasn’t exactly in the same, commanding way she’d spoken to me, but I could tell that Jenna took her orders from Donna too.

I picked up the bags and followed Jenna down a short hallway. There were two doors on each wall, and one at the end. Jenna opened the last door on the right and went in, and I, of course, followed. The room seemed oddly small, even for a child’s bedroom, and had been converted into closet. In fact, the only items in the room were two portable wardrobes and two 6 drawer chests.

Jenna walked over to one of the chests. “Put the bags over here and I’ll help you put the laundry away.” she said. I walked over and dropped the laundry bags next to her. When she pulled the drawer open, my heart skipped a beat. The drawer contained row after row of neatly folded and stacked panties. I must have gasped out loud, because Jenna chuckled. “You really love panties, huh?” she asked. I gulped and nodded. “Then you’re in trouble.” she giggled. “We’re gonna have fun with you!”