Agree to let Dodie make dinner

Josh raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he contemplates Amy's proposal. "An excellent idea, slut," he agrees, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure Dodie would be delighted to cook for us, wouldn't you, my dear?"

Dodie, caught off guard once again by the unexpected directive, nods quickly. "Yes, of course, Master. Whatever you require, I'll gladly provide." Her gaze flickers to Amy, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension evident in her expression.

Josh stands, his tall frame towering over the pair as he pours himself another glass of wine. "Then it's settled. Dodie, you may begin preparing dinner immediately. And Amy, perhaps you'd like to oversee her in the kitchen?"

Amy's face lights up with a triumphant smile as Josh confirms her suggestion. She sets her wineglass aside and rises gracefully from the bed, her movements fluid and purposeful.

"Yes, Master," she replies, her voice crisp and authoritative. "I'll ensure that Dodie cooks a meal fit for your discerning palate." Turning to address Dodie, Amy's demeanour shifts, taking on a maternal quality. "Come along, dear. Let's see what culinary delights you have in store for us."

Dodie follows Amy obediently, a sense of trepidation mingled with anticipation colouring her thoughts. As they exit the bedroom, Dodie can't help but wonder what other surprises this day might hold, both in the kitchen and beyond.

Josh lounges back on the bed, his eyes never leaving Amy as she leads Dodie out of the room. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he calls out to them.

"And remember, Amy, while Dodie is cooking, don't hesitate to have a bit of fun with her. After all, it's not every day you get to play house with your favourite toy." His voice drips with suggestive undertones, leaving no doubt about the nature of the 'fun' he expects Amy to indulge in.

Amy's cheeks flush a deep crimson at Josh's explicit encouragement, but she doesn't falter in her stride. Instead, she shoots him a coy glance over her shoulder, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, don't worry, Master," she purrs, her voice dripping with promise. "I'll make certain Dodie enjoys herself as much as I do. Perhaps a little taste of what's to come in the future, hmm?"

With that tantalizing remark, Amy disappears into the kitchen, leaving Josh alone with his thoughts and the lingering aroma of their recent activities.

Amy strides confidently into the sleek, modern kitchen, the scent of her arousal mingling with the tang of wine on her breath. She closes the door behind her, ensuring they won't be disturbed, before turning to face Dodie.

"Now then, my dear," Amy begins, her voice low and sultry, "let's get started on that dinner, shall we?"

She saunters closer, her hips swaying enticingly, until she's mere inches from Dodie. Leaning in, Amy brushes a strand of hair from Dodie's face, her fingers trailing lightly down the curve of her cheek.

"I must admit, I'm quite excited to see what you'll whip up for us," Amy murmurs, her warm breath ghosting over Dodie's ear.

With a playful smirk, Amy reaches around Dodie to retrieve a sharp knife from the block, her bare skin brushing against the soft fabric of Dodie's shirt. She gives the knife to Dodie, who begins to chop vegetables with practiced ease, Amy's gaze flickers down to the droplets of her own essence glistening on Dodie's chin.

"Mmm, delicious," Amy purrs, her eyes darkening with lust. She dips a finger into the puddle, tracing the outline of Dodie's lower lip before bringing it to her own mouth for a tasting.

The salty-sweet flavour of her arousal seems to embolden Amy further. She steps closer, pressing her naked body against Dodie's side, the heat of her skin seeping through the fabric. One hand slides around to cup Dodie's breast, thumbing the hardened nipple through the material.

"Just let me know if you need any... assistance with the cooking, my dear," Amy breathes, her lips grazing the shell of Dodie's ear. "I'm happy to lend a hand, in more ways than one."

As she speaks, Amy's fingers deftly pulls Dodie's dress aside, sliding the garment off her shoulders to reveal the creamy expanse of her chest. Dodie's breath catches, her nipples pebbling under Amy's appreciative gaze as she puts the knife down to let her dress pool at her feet.

Amy's hands roam freely over Dodie's exposed skin, mapping the curves and contours with reverent touches. She pinches a pert nipple between her fingers, rolling it gently as she leans in to capture Dodie's lips in a searing kiss.

The flavours of food and sex mingle on their tongues as Amy deepens the embrace, her body undulating against Dodie's in a sensual dance.

Amy's passionate kisses and roaming hands threaten to distract Dodie entirely from her culinary tasks, but the latter manages to tear her attention away from the tantalizing sensations long enough to stir the pot of simmering sauce.

"Focus, Dodie," Amy chides playfully, though her own actions belie any true concern for productivity. She nips at Dodie's earlobe, her teeth grazing the delicate flesh before soothing the sting with a lick.

Dodie lets out a shaky sigh, her concentration wavering as Amy's touch ignites a fire within her. She tries to refocus on the sizzling pan of meat, but her hands tremble slightly as she turns the steaks.

Amy notices Dodie's struggle and decides to take matters into her own hands. She moves behind Dodie, her bare breasts pressing firmly against the small of her back as she guides Dodie's hands over the sizzling pans. The heat from the stove mingles with the warmth of Amy's body, creating an intimate atmosphere that leaves little room for thought, only sensation.

"Dinner's almost ready," Amy coos, her breath tickling Dodie's ear as she leans in close. "Let me finish this for you, my love."

Amy's hands move deftly, expertly flipping the remaining pieces of meat as she continues to press her ample bosom against Dodie's back. Her lips trail down the column of Dodie's neck, planting a series of feather-light kisses that send shivers coursing through her body.

"Mmmm, you're doing so well, my sweet," Amy purrs, her words vibrating against Dodie's skin. "Just a little longer, and we'll have a feast fit for our master."

As the last of the dishes are prepared, Amy steps back, admiring her handiwork with a satisfied smile. The kitchen is filled with the mouth-watering aromas of perfectly cooked steak, roasted vegetables, and savoury sauces.

"Well done, my dear," Amy praises, reaching out to caress Dodie's cheek. "You've outdone yourself tonight."

Turning to survey the spread, Amy's eyes gleam with mischief. "Now, let's present our offerings to Master, shall we?" She winks at Dodie, her meaning clear. Together, they carry the laden trays back into the bedroom, where Josh awaits, a hungry look in his eye.

Josh sits up straighter on the bed as the women enter, his gaze raking over their flushed faces and disheveled appearances with a critical eye. He nods approvingly at the sight of the delectable feast they've prepared.

"Well, well, well," he drawls, rising to his feet. "Looks like my pets have been busy. Very good, indeed."

Josh strides over to stand beside Amy, his hand coming to rest on her hip as he surveys the spread. "You've outdone yourselves, ladies. Why don't we dig in?"

As Josh settles back onto the plush mattress, Amy and Dodie arrange themselves on either side of him, the warm glow of the sunset casting a romantic ambiance across their entwined forms.

They begin to eat, savouring each bite of the exquisite meal prepared with such care. Laughter and gentle banter fill the air as they enjoy their dinner together, the weight of their submission temporarily set aside in favour of simple pleasure and companionship.

Amy reaches for a piece of steak, bringing it to her lips with a seductive smile. "Mmm, this is incredible," she murmurs, her eyes meeting Josh's over the rim of her wineglass. "Your tastes are truly refined, Master."

Josh chuckles, a smug grin spreading across his face as he catches the implication in Amy's words. "Why, thank you, my dear," he says, his voice low and smooth. "I do have a keen eye for selecting the finest delicacies, especially in terms of... succulent meat."

His gaze drifts over to Dodie, who blushes at the blatant reference to her beauty. Josh's eyes linger on her, a predatory glint in their depths that sends a shiver down her spine.

As the evening wears on, Josh's attention begins to wander, his eyelids growing heavy. He stretches languidly, his muscles relaxing beneath his skin.

"Well, my lovelies," he drawls, his voice thick with drowsiness, "it's been a long day, and I believe it's time for us to retire for the night."

Amy and Dodie exchange a glance, understanding the unspoken cue in Josh's words. They begin to tangle their limbs with Josh's, pulling themselves as close as they can to his body.

Josh's arms wrap around the women, drawing them snugly against him as he settles back into the pillows. He nuzzles into their hair, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scents of their skin and arousal.

"Sleep tight, my pets," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Dream of the pleasures yet to come."

With those parting words, Josh's eyes drift shut, his chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm as he slips into slumber. Amy and Dodie follow suit, their bodies moulding to his as they surrender to the allure of unconsciousness, safe in the knowledge that they belong to him completely.

***

Morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled mass of bodies on the bed. Slowly, consciousness returns to the trio, their breathing evening out as they blink open their eyes.

Amy is the first to stir, stretching languidly and yawning widely. She gazes down at Josh, a contented smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, Master," she whispers, her fingers trailing through his hair.

Josh stirs, a sleepy grin curling his lips as he opens his eyes to regard Amy. "Morning, pet," he rasps, his voice rough with sleep. "I trust you enjoyed our little... interlude?"

Amy nods, her cheeks flushing pink. "Very much, sir. It was wonderful."

Josh's gaze drifts to Dodie, who's just beginning to awaken. He watches her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

"Right, breakfast," Josh says abruptly, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Dodie, why don't you whip us up something tasty? Eggs, bacon, the works."

Dodie blinks awake, her mind foggy with remnants of sleep. But at Josh's instruction, she quickly scrambles out of bed, padding naked to the kitchen to start preparations.

Josh turns his attention back to Amy, who's watching him with wide, eager eyes. "I want you to tidy up the living room and dust the bookshelves. Make sure everything is spotless and in its proper place."

Amy nods promptly, a look of determination settling on her features. "Yes, Master."

Josh pads into the kitchen, his bare feet making barely a sound on the tile floor. He finds Dodie expertly flipping pancakes on the griddle, the aroma of sizzling bacon and melting butter filling the air.

"Not bad, Dodie," he approves, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. "You always were a talented cook."

Dodie blushes, a pleased smile curving her lips. "Thank you, sir. I tried to make something special for you."

Josh nuzzles into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. "Mmm, you succeeded. Now, how about some coffee to go with that?"

While Dodie pours Josh a steaming mug, he takes a seat at the island, watching her with a predatory gleam in his eye.

Once Josh has savoured a few bites of his breakfast and drained his coffee, he rises to his feet, stretching languidly. "Well, I suppose it's time for me to tackle some work," he announces, heading toward his home office.

Josh strides into his spacious home office, the rich scent of leather and polished wood enveloping him. He takes a seat behind his massive mahogany desk, leaning back in his chair, Josh's begins to think on which girl he wants to get next.