Undone Dom by Lila Dubois

serving as girlfriend, wife and maid to her man.
    “Exactly. Guys go on two dates with you and they want you to move in and be all I Love Lucy . You have no idea how to do no-strings-attached kinky sex.”
    “Well, you don’t either,” Lulu grumped, “you’re dating Lane.”
    “Exactly. I started with a no-strings-attached relationship and fell in love, with a guy who could and would love me back. Alton is never going to date you.”
    Lulu thought of the way he’d kissed her, the look in his eyes when their gazes met, the touch of his hands.
    They’d just have to see about that.
     
    Alton found his attention wandering, listening for the front door of the guesthouse. Lulu should be arriving any moment. Cheryl was on her knees in front of him. With Maria gone she was the only slave in the house. He’d tasked her with cleaning the guesthouse—a pointless chore since he had it professionally cleaned when there weren’t women in residence, but it reminded her that she lived to serve. Though she wore her chains, she hadn’t been touched sexually all day.
    To reinforce the point that she must serve, in whatever way her Master wanted, Alton had hauled some of his work down to the guesthouse. He’d completely ignored her, setting up his paperwork on the little-used desk. When he’d been there an hour, he’d asked her to bring him a glass of water. The speed with which she’d brought him the glass and her eager posturing told him that rather than grudging resentment she was happy to serve.
    But he’d ignored her and she’d slowly returned to her cleaning. When she was done she’d tried to return to the bedroom—a large space fitted with twin bunk beds, two extra-large cages and several web-cam stations where Masters could check in with their slaves. There were strict rules for the room, and on their first night there Alton used a hidden camera to watch girls to see if they obeyed the rules. Most broke at least one, and were subsequently bound during sleep the next night or punished, depending on their Master’s preference.
    He’d told Cheryl to stand in the corner, nose to the wall. She’d remained in that position until he released her to take his paperwork back to his house.
    Now he was back in the guesthouse. Because Lulu was coming over, the plan for the night had been for Cheryl to remain in the soundproofed bedroom, but her Master had called. He missed Cheryl, wanted to know how her progress was, wanted to know if she was ready to come back, though he’d planned—and paid for—her to be with Alton five days.
    Instead of playing with Lulu, he would bind her and she would watch him work with Cheryl. Cheryl would be displayed on web-cam for her Master, who would then decide if she was obedient enough to come home. She would never know that her Master had called, missing her, whining for her.
    The truth was that Cheryl’s Master had done him a favor calling. Yesterday had been intense, for both himself and Lulu. He’d been up all night thinking about her, his cock hardening as he remembered her skin, her breasts, her hair, her eyes.
    She made him feel alive. Made him feel like a man—a sexy, desirable man. Thinking that made him feel like a giant emotional pussy.
    He needed to become her Master in truth, build the power so that it was always his. That was the way a Master-slave relationship should be. That’s why Masters should not be involved with their slaves, as Maria’s and Cheryl’s Masters were.
    The front door opened and despite all Alton’s plans and lectures to himself, his heart sped up as he gazed at the interior door, waiting for her to step through. The door opened.
    She was like Venus, beautiful and feminine but with large breasts and a firm belly. Her hands were at her side, but when she saw Cheryl she instinctively covered her nakedness. He shook his head and her arms dropped to her side.
    “Luanne, I want you to go into the foyer and retrieve your undergarments. Bring them to