Greetings from Colorado, where the men shave their legs and the women do not. I’ve moved in with Mistress Brianna for a little while out here and have been soaking up the sunshine. As you know, Mistress Jasmine is not in a new town for . . . → Read More: The Trouble with Cock Teasing New Houseboys]]>

Our new pet was initiated as a proper pantyslut, sporting a pair of indigo lacey stretch boyshorts. (Don’t you just love how boyshorts are anything but masculine?) Ah, there’s nothing like a little erotic humiliation to put a slave in the right mindset.

Freshly pink, he went about his duties of cooking and cleaning with remarkable efficiency despite Mistress Brianna’s and my constant teasing. The striped sissy apron he wore did little to conceal his aching cock which was edged several times for Our amusement.

Now, we gave him an apron for two reasons: 1) to remind him of his place and 2) because we directed him to cook bacon. Not that a little bacon spatter wouldn’t be a vastly entertaining form of CBT but Mistress chooses to be merciful in the beginning.

Our new footslave cooked us a delicious meal, then sat on his little pink cushion in the livingroom, rubbing our perfectly pedicured feet while we ate. We finished up with a lovely tease and denial session for our after dinner entertainment, complete with nipple clamps and ice cubes. Such a glorious afternoon.

All was well until later that night when I heard a terrible squealing noise from the shower. Mistress Brianna, famous for Her silky smooth alabaster skin, had been performing her nightly skin care ritual of slathering herself with coconut oil. She was none too amused to discover that, to a delirious cock-teased footslave, a glass jar of virgin coconut oil looks exactly like a bacon grease jar. She had covered her shapely shoulders, her beautiful breasts and lovely long legs in bacon grease!

Now I would have helped her scrub it off but I was paralyzed by the uncontrollable fits of laughter. Had our pet still been at the apartment, I would have made him lick it off, though this stunt earned him his new name- Kermit. (Seriously, have you ever noticed how much Mistress Brianna has in commmon with Miss Piggy? Blazing blue eyes, lucious curves, a mean karate chop…and now, they both smell like pork.) In fact, I’ll give 10 free minutes to anyone who sends Mistress Brianna some Miss Piggy paraphernalia before Halloween- i.e. blonde wig, feather boa, opera length gloves, sparkly shoes. (She is sooo going to kill me for that.) She’s so athletic, I can’t glamourize her alone and she doesn’t have a Halloween costume yet.

As for Kermit, I don’t suppose I’ll be too hard on him, after all, being teased by two sexy Mistresses is enough to make a submissive’s head explode. Of course if you think you’re man enough to handle both of Us at once, you can usually find Us on most nights after 8pm EST. Make sure you bring an apron, just in case.