Suburban Bliss

Part V: Madam and Steve

“The brunette in the corner?”

She looked in the direction he was nodding and shook her head: “uh uh.”

He searched the room some more. “What about blondie over there?”

“Getting warm...”

They were playing their game. The game he always lost, yet loved playing. The game that always followed the same pattern. A bit like “I spy with my little eye...” Madam would tell him she'd spotted another one, and he would try to find out who it was.

“Oh, you don't say, the brown girl?”, he said with disbelief in his voice as he pointed with his eyes at the bubbly, smiling, slightly overweight black girl who was the centre of a lively conversation in a group of young men and women. They were loud in a cheerful way, all laughter and teasing and fun.

Madam nodded slowly, a vague smile on her face. “Yeah, she's one,” she added.

“Mhhh, she is different,” he mumbled. They usually picked up more beautiful girls. Models. This girl was too heavy to be a fashion model. But her liveliness and generous smile compensated a lot. She was very attractive. “I like her.”

“Do you want her?”

“Oh, we have more than enough on our plate as it is right now, don't we?”

Madam was lost in thought for a moment, weighing her options. Then she made up her mind. “You're right, but I'll go talk to her anyway. I see what you mean about her being different. I like her too. Maybe sometime in the future,” she said and strolled off towards the group of youngsters. He watched his wife weave through the crowd, his eyes glued to her ass. ”God, she's still hot,” he thought. As if she read his mind, she glanced back at him and smiled. Within minutes she had separated the girl from the group and was in serious conversation with her in a dark corner.

***

They had met as freshmen in college. When they analyzed, years later, what exactly had been the mutual attraction, they agreed that more than anything else it had been ambition. The burning desire to come out on top. To become very rich, but most of all to beat all the others. All the fuckers that had made their lives miserable at school. The bullies, male and female.

Both of them had had a rough time in highschool. In her case it had been because of her weight. She had been a seriously obese teenager. Insecurity made her eat. A lot. The only way to survive the bullying had been to develop the sharpest tongue in school and a wicked sense of humour. Her remarks could be so poisonous, even the meanest and most popular cheerleader bitches were careful around her. She established some kind of independence, became untouchable in a strange way. She even gained some popularity and notoriety with the nerds and other “unpopulars”, who would sometimes pay her money to verbally settle scores. It gave her some kind of status at school, but she was nevertheless lonely and seldom happy. In her senior year she made the decision to do something about it. It was either that, or stay fat and unhappy for the rest of her life. So she stopped stuffing herself, started to eat healthy food, joined the local gym and began a furious fitness program. Slowly she managed to get rid of all the excess weight. By the time she entered college she had lost nearly eighty pounds, and had morphed into a slim, attractive young woman. She remained a fitness fanatic ever since. Her sharp wit remained, but over time she learned how to use it constructively rather than to try to crush people with it.

His curse had been acne. He was a handsome, carefree 12 year old boy, with lots of friends and without a worry in the world. Then one day he woke up with his face covered in red pimples, and at school the bullying started. He tried every cure in the book to get rid of the spots, but nothing worked. His GP told him at some point the only remedy was to ride it out, wait until his teenage years were over. That didn't help really, but at least it was clear. He hated himself, and basically locked himself up with his computer for the next six years. When he was 18, just before graduation, the spots were gone as suddenly as they had appeared six years before. All of a sudden his face was clean, except for the scars which for the rest of his life he covered with a three day beard. He also emerged from his self imposed isolation knowing more about computer programming than just about anybody in the country. He had started his first IT company at the age of 16 and was already well on his way to becoming a millionaire. He went to college with about a dozen business ideas in his head.

By the time they graduated they were seen at university as the ultimate power couple; good looking, ambitious, very likely to succeed in life. And they did. Steve founded and sold a series of succesful IT companies. By the time he was 30 he was worth more than a hundred million. Madam opened a high end fashion store. She had both the fashion and the business sense to always be one step ahead of the competition. She discovered young, upcoming designers one after the other. Many started their careers selling their clothes in her shops. After a year she opened another store. Five years later she had 26 stores all over the country. By then she wasn't just ahead of the rest, she could make or break the careers of fashion designers, even established ones. At first she had shown the perfect instinct by finding designers who were hot. By now it was she who decided who was hot. Subtle difference.

Their college romance was shy and tentative at first. They connected intellectually, much less physically. They would spend hours talking about the future, their business ideas, succesful people they admired, and so on. It took more than three months of dating before they had sex. For both of them it was the first time. It was awkward and clumsy, but by now their bond was strong enough to laugh about it and try again. Step by step they got the hang of it. No longer insecure about themselves, they began to experiment. She bought a copy of the Kamasutra one day and they made it a project to work through the whole book, try every position, including the really acrobatic ones. They tried threesomes, foursomes, and took part in a couple of orgies. Just before graduation there was a period of a few months during which they had sex in places where they could be discovered, daring each other into ever riskier adventures. Doing it in the dean's office was one of their highlights. They were members of the mile high club, of course. Jealousy was a word unknown to them. They allowed each other to have little adventures, and were completely open about it. It didn't affect the basis of their relationship. In more than 20 years of being together, they had never had a fight.

Because of her business, she knew lots of models. Beautiful girls, all of them. A lot of these girls were wild and uninhibited, and some were openly lesbian or bisexual. She admired that. Once in a while she seduced a model, or the other way around was seduced herself. Sometimes she'd take them home for a threesome with Steve.

Claire was one of those girls. Madam had seen her around the catwalk before. A tall, statuesque brunette with endless legs. In her mid twenties, she'd been around the modelling circuit for nearly a decade. She was an independent spirit, who didn't owe anybody anything. She only worked when she wanted to. A bit of a hippie really, Madam found. A very beautiful hippie. Backstage at some show they started talking. They flirted. Something clicked. There was something about this girl that attracted Madam, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Sure she was very pretty, but so were many other girls. What made this girl so special?

Back at Madam and Steve's beautiful villa they made love. It was great, all passionate and intense and hot but nothing out of the ordinary, when Claire all of a sudden said: “Spank me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Spank me. Please. I really want you to spank me. Hard. It's what I like. And I know you want to do it. I've been giving you hints for the last hour or so, but you don't seem to pick them up. So please, spank me.”

Without waiting for an answer, Claire positioned herself on Madam's lap, offering her gorgeous, heart shaped ass. At that moment Madam had an epiphany. She suddenly realized that subconciously she'd known all along this was what Claire wanted. Even when she walked on the catwalk. Even when she'd seen her previous times. It was in the girl's behaviour, her composure. She just hadn't recognized it. She had noticed it before in other girls too, something inexplicable which she found very attractive. All of a sudden things became very clear. It wasn't just about what these girls wanted, it was something in herself as well. Claire was right, she did want to spank her. And more. Dominate her. Submit her.

With a loud smack her right hand landed on Claire's ass. “Oooh …. yeah,” the girl purred.

“You like that?” Madam asked.

“Yes, madam,” Claire replied.

Another blow followed.

“Oh, yes please!” Claire cried out.

Madam began to feel aroused in a way she'd never experienced before. Her pussy was on fire and she had the feeling she could come right there, without anybody touching her. Spanking this girl did that to her. Again her hand landed hard on Claire's magnificent ass. She noticed the skin turning a little red. And then she was off, lost in some kind of trance. Afterwards she couldn't remember how many times she spanked Claire. When she finally finished, the girl was crying and her ass was dark red. In between she had played with Claire's pussy, and the combination of spanking and fingering had given her half a dozen orgasms, if not more. Still lying face down on Madam's lap, Claire turned her head and whispered :“Thank you.”

“We're not done yet, slut,” Madam replied. “You've had all the fun so far. Now you can do some work. Eat my cunt, bitch. Get on your knees!”

Madam didn't quite know where that came from, but boy did it feel good! Claire climbed down on her knees and buried her face beween Madam's legs. Her task couldn't have been easier. It took less than a minute. The moment her tongue touched Madam's clit, she had a screaming orgasm.

When Steve came home that night, Madam was waiting for him in the ktichen. “I have a little surprise for you,” she purred and took him to the dining room. She knew he had a dominant streak as well, not with her but with other women. She'd noticed it during their three- and foursomes. His eyes went big as he walked in. A beautiful girl was bent over the dinner table, face down, her anckles attached to the legs of the table, her wrists tied behind her back. Her long legs straight, he had a full view of her magnificent ass sticking up.

“This is Claire,” Madam explained with a proud little smile. “Claire would really like you to fuck her brains out. She's been waiting for you for more than an hour.”

He walked over to the girl slowly, almost carefully.

“Waiting like this?”, he asked.

Madam nodded.

“Hmmm, this is a nice surprise indeed,” he said.

He pointed at Claire's ass, still red from the spanking a few hours earlier.

“What happened here?”, he asked.

“Oh, don't worry, she asked for it.... Literally,” Madam replied.

He let his fingertips slide over Claire's perfect, heart shaped ass. “What did you use?”

She just held up her right hand.

He gave her an admiring little nod.

“Is it sore?”, he asked.

“My hand or her ass?”, she quipped.

He laughed: “Well, both I guess.”

“My hand is a little sore still, but it's nothing compared to her ass I suppose.”

He was busy unbuckling his belt. “Can I check?”

“I'm sure Claire won't mind,” Madam answered on behalf of the girl.

His right hand was resting on Claire's ass now. He lifted it and slapped her left buttock.

“Ooh …. hoo,” Claire squealed softly but in a high pitched voice, her face grimacing from the pain.

“Yep, still sore,” he deadpanned. He slapped her other buttock.

By now he had opened his pants and taken out his cock, already hard, not terribly long but very thick and with a little bend. He had positioned himself behind the girl, the tip of his cock at her wet entrance. He caressed and squeezed her buttocks gently. Then, holding her hips with both hands, he rammed his cock all the way in with one hard, violent thrust. Her thighs slammed against the side of the table. The heavy teak dinner table moved a few milimeters because of the impact, scraping the tiled floor. Another “oooh” emerged from Claire's lips, followed by a mumbled “fuck!” Steve left his cock in for a few seconds, then pulled it out ever so slowly until it was at its original position. Then he rammed it in again, full force, holding her waist for balance. A little squeal from Claire. A slow exit, followed by another violent thrust. He fucked Claire like this for ten minutes, never changing pace. The only variation was the position of his hands. They moved from holding her hips to gripping her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, pulling her hair, to her tied hands and back to her hips again, each time finding something to hold on to for the next onslaught. Only at the very end he suddenly fucked her fast and hard, like a madman, until he came. When he was done the table had moved about 4 inches across the dining room. Claire had dark blue bruises on her thighs from banging into the table.

***

Claire stayed. That in itself wasn't unusual. She didn't have a place of her own so she stayed with other people all the time. All her possessions fitted in her old little Mazda MX5. At the age of 15 she had run away from home, from an abusive stepfather and an indifferent mother. She ended up squatting at first, or sometimes spending a few nights with friends. She dropped out of school. Her future looked bleak, but her beauty saved her. Soon after she ran away from home she was scouted for a modelling job. The modelling took off and through the years had provided her with a more or less steady income. With that came independence, which she treasured more than anything. She'd been on the move ever since, a wandering spirit. She never spent more than three months in the same place, always making sure to be a good houseguest, doing chores and paying for her share in living expenses. But never settling anywehere. As her network widened, she started to do housesitting for people who went on holiday or on long business trips. People from all walks of life, some rich, some poor. She developed the habit of temporarily adapting her lifestyle to those of the people who's houses she looked after. If they had a lot of books, she would read all day. The producer who's mansion she lived in while he was shooting a movie somewhere abroad, had a movie theatre, so she watched more than 200 movies in 2 months. It could be anything, from fitness to collecting stamps. After a decade of restlesness, she had a huge circle of friends and acquaintances, and encyclopaedic knowledge about the strangest things.

And she had sex, lots of sex with lots of people. Male or female, young or old, it didn't matter. She was an omnivore. She was completely casual about it. If she wanted sex, she would simply choose someone to have sex with. Whoever was available. She could enter a coffee shop and just as easily end up sleeping with the pretty barrista as with the sharp dressed lawyer who'd just walked in for his daily latte. Nobody ever said no. She left her lovers as easily as she found them though. No relationships. Back home she had seen how that worked out. Whoever tried to come too close would be abandoned. Through the years she'd left behind a long trail of disillusioned wannabe boyfriends and girlfriends, many of them still pining over what could have been.

She had very few taboos either. Over the years, she'd slept with scores of people with all kinds of kinky habits. Since she had very few inhibitions she tried them all, and found that she tended to return to these people more often than to the ones with more regular sexual habits. She was drawn to the dark side of sex. Like the man who owned a huge terrarium in which he kept dozens of snakes of all sizes. Some were quite small, between one and two feet long. Others were bigger, and he also had a boa constrictor that measured more than 8 feet. He got his kick from watching his snakes slithering on Claire's beautiful, naked body. She was a bit apprehensive at first, but she got used to it quickly and the feeling of those cool snakes on her skin soon became a huge turn-on. She would lie down on her back on a large table, naked, right next to the enormous glass cage with all the snakes. The lighting was always a little spooky, adding to the kinky atmosphere. The man would drape a snake on her body. The serpent would slowly start moving all over her. Its forked tongue flipped in and out of its mouth, which to her looked totally horny and filthy. He made sure the snakes would touch her breasts; glide over her nipples. Or slide from her thighs to her stomach, touching her pussy, wide open and wet, along the way. Claire would shiver with pleasure. Sometimes he covered her with two or three snakes, or even more. The boa was introduced only after a while. Instead of lying her down on the table, he made Claire go on her hands and knees on the floor. She quickly found out why. This way the boa could wrap itself around her body. It did so after a while and then began to do what these big snakes are known for: squeeze. Slowly the boa wrapped itself around her. First once, then twice, then three times. Inch by inch it coiled itself tighter and tighter around her nude body. The man was playing with her pussy meanwhile, alternating between finger fucking her and rubbing her clit. As the air was slowly pushed out of her lungs, she had orgasm after orgasm. Her tits were being squashed by the the snake. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Her vision became blurred and her head was literally spinning. She was totally helpless; there was no way she would be able to release herself from the snake's ever increasing grip. She began to fear the man was taking it too far. That thought in itself added to her excitement. Would he really? Just before she fainted, and right in the middle of another massive orgasm, the man, having to use quite a bit of strenght, uncoiled the boa from her body. She collapsed to the floor while he put the snake back in its terrarium, gasping for air. He was back within seconds and without any further ado turned her over on her back and fucked her brains out, while she was still gasping for air, desperately trying to get some oxygen back into her lungs. She loved it.

Even better was the night when he made her lie on her back on the table, with her knees up and her legs spread wide. He produced a perspex tube, about 10 inches long and with a 2 inch diameter. On one end it had a narrow, beak like opening, which he carefully inserted into her pussy. Just an inch or so. He told her to hold the tube like that. He scooped one of the smallest snakes out of the terrarium and pushed it head first into the transparent tube. With a small, round dish on a stick, which made the tube look like a giant syringe, he slowly pushed the snake further and further into the tube. Claire, watching this, suddenly realized the increasingly agitated snake had only one way to go: inside her. She looked up at him in disbelief and was about to protest. Without saying a word however, by just giving her a hard look back, he shut her up and made it clear that this was going to happen no matter what. She relented. She closed her eyes, but he ordered her to keep watching the snake being forced through the tube towards her pussy. He pushed the stick some more and she could feel the head of the snake inside her. It moved its head against the sides of het entrance. Eased by her wetness, and pushed further in by the man, its body followed until the whole animal was inside her cunt. The serpent twisted and turned, gliding around her orifice, probably trying to find a way out. She wondered if panic was an emotion experienced by snakes. The man pulled out the tube and covered her pussy with his hand. Closing her up. He gently played with her clit. Faster and faster the snake moved inside her. It was totally crazy, like a vibrator but a hundred times better. She could feel the snake touching her ovaries. Several times it scraped against her g-spot. She trembled with delight and disgust, panting, mumbling. The man massaged her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples hard, with his other hand. Again she had countless orgasms. He kept the snake inside her cunt for almost half an hour. Only then did he remove his hand from her pussy, opened her up with his fingers and fished out the frenzied snake, which was covered in pussy juices. After tossing the snake back into the terrarium he fucked her mouth this time and came all over her face. Just like every time, that evening she left his place feeling disgusted and humiliated and swearing to herself never to go back.

But she always changed her mind after a while, and inevitably would call him to make another appointment. So a few weeks later she was lying on her back on the table again, same as last time. He'd be getting her hot by having two pretty large snakes travel all over her body. He was going to take it yet another step further this time. While the snakes were slithering on her, he had opened her pussy up with a speculum, the kind gyneacologists use. A metal one of course, cold and uncomfortable. He secured the speculum in just about its widest position, stretching her cunt painfully. Then he took out a much larger snake than the previous time. This one was at least four feet long, maybe five, and about as thick as a man's wrist. He held the snake in a firm grip just behind its head, and pushed it through the hole in the speculum. Slowly he pushed the snake further into her gaping cunt. This one was so much bigger than last time! He pushed more and more of the snake into her cunt, until about a quarter of its length was inside her. Then he closed the speculum and pulled it out. Her pussy closed so now its walls touched the snake. He continued to hold the snake firmly, making sure it couldn't escape, keeping at least 10 inches inside her. The movement of the serpent inside her was more than she could handle. Her whole body started to shake as she came. He didn't allow her any break though. As soon as she had calmed down a little, he began to use the snake on her as if it were a dildo. He was fucking her with a snake.  

***

So it wasn't unusual that Claire stayed with Madam and Steve after that night. What was unusual was that she never left. Without really asking, or being invited, she moved in with Madam and Steve one day and years later she was still there. But nobody complained. She seamlessly fitted herself into their lives, adapting to their lifestyle like she had done so many times before when housesitting. First she became their perfect houseguest, then she took the role of running the household. All the little daily nitty gritty Madam and Steve were ever so happy to leave to her.

And of course she became Madam's first slavegirl. Claire explained to Madam that she had always regarded her as a 'closet mistress'. She knew at least four or five other girls who agreed and who would love to submit to her, but none of them had ever had the courage to tell her. She was so happy to be the one to finally break the news.

The two women went on a journey, discovering step by step what they liked and what not. Her address book full of kinky fuck buddies, Claire had more experience. So first they replicated some of Claire's previous adventures. Then they set off on their own path, experimenting with just one rule: no matter how perverted, nothing was out of bounds until they'd tried it at least once.

Steve was happy to let the girls do their thing and be the beneficiary of most of their discoveries. He was too busy with his business to really become involved anyway. For Madam on the other hand, meeting Claire had been the beginning of the end of her business. One day, about half a year after Claire had moved in, she said to Steve: “I think I'm ready to sell the company. I think I've made my point by now.”

He knew exactly what she meant. Ambition had brought them together all those years ago. Succeeding in life and business had been the ultimate “fuck you” to the cheerleader bully bitches who had been stupid enough to marry their idiot quarterback boyfriends at 19 or so, only to find out he wasn't that good at football after all. So rather than the glamour of a multimillion dollar pro ball contract, these girls had ended up with a moron husband with no skills and a bunch of kids they had managed to produce in quick succession before they were grown up themselves. Forever locked in their hometowns. Living on the boulevard of broken dreams. Madam had been to a couple of school reunions and found them infinitely sad. She no longer needed revenge. Life had done that for her.

Their plan had always been to make a fortune before they were too old to enjoy the money. Fourty was the unspoken deadline. Now, at 37, she was ready for it. There had been approaches before, so when she let the word out through some backchannels that she may consider selling her shops if the deal was good enough, it didn't take long for the offers to roll in. It took a few months of negotiations to seal it, and in the end she sold the business for an amount that made her seriously wealthy, and financially independent (even from her soulmate Steve), for the rest of her life.

***

So this was how Madam found out she liked to dominate women, and how she discovered her gift.

Now that she knew what she was looking for, she could spot a submissive girl from a mile away. She never failed. She found them at parties, fashion shows, concerts, any place where there would be an assembly of young women. She once even discovered a gorgeous new sub in a football stadium, spotting her with binoculars all the way across the pitch. Often her discoveries were counter intuitive. It wouldn't be the wallflower somewhere in a corner, but the loudmouth who liked being at the centre of attention. Now that she was aware of it, Madam also realized there were many more subs than you'd think. In nearly any public place with more than a hundred women she would spot one. Having sold her company, she was now able to devote a lot of time and attention to her newfound hobby. She went for it with characteristic focus and zeal. Together with Claire she refurbished the basement, which covered the full floor area of the house, into a pleasure den. Then they went out hunting for girls. So many slaves, she thought, so little time.

They started with the four girls Claire had mentioned, the models who had agreed to Madam being a closet mistress. They took them in one by one. Madam trained them to be exactly the kind of slavegirls she wanted them to be. Beautiful, elegant, well behaved and educated, submissive and obedient. Ready and willing to serve Madam, Steve, or any other man or woman (or group of men or women) Madam designated, at any time and in any conceivable way. She turned them into the cock hungry painsluts they had always wanted to be. After their training she let them go again to carry on with their lives. Madam could call them back at any time though, for whatever reason, and she regularly did.

Next she went out to find other girls. The first time she was a bit nervous still. On a sunny afternoon she spotted a lovely, beautifully innocent looking blonde girl in a cafe, close to the university. She was sitting alone next to an open window, reading a book, oblivious of what went on around her. Probably a student. All Madam's instincts said this was one of them. She had to be a slavegirl. Madam took a deep breath and walked up to the girl. With a remark about the book she was reading Madam sat down next to her, uninvited, and started chatting her up. Once she was talking, the nerves were gone. And anyway, it couldn't have been easier. The girl was clinging onto every word she said, while giving off one non verbal signal after the other to indicate she was available and willing. Half an hour later they left the bar together. Madam invited the girl to her place, which she eagerly accepted. Back home they talked some more over a glass of wine. They were sitting on a couch. Madam had positioned herself quite close to her, now and then gently touching the girl's knee, arm or cheek. When Madam leaned in to kiss her all resistance, if ever there was any, was gone. Madam slowly undressed the girl, pealing off her clothes to reveal her nice body with small hips and perky breasts. Then she pulled her of the couch and with a hand at the small of her back marched her gently to the bedroom, Madam still fully dressed, the girl completely naked. As they stood by the side of the four poster bed, Madam whispered in the girl's ear: “Lie down on the bed, I'm going to tie you up.” The girl obeyed without hesitation, as if it was the most normal request from someone she'd just met an hour ago. Madam blindfolded the girl and tied her spread eagled to the big bed, arms and legs stretched wide apart. She took it slowly, one step at the time, careful not to spook the girl. She needn't have bothered. Every time Madam inflicted some form of light pain, pinching her nipples or pulling her labia, the girl responded with moans of pleasure and encouragement. The nipple clamps were welcomed with a genuine “Oh god, yes!” Just like the whip. She was like putty in her hands. By the time Madam had finished, the girl declared this was the best thing that ever happened to her and begged Madam to keep her. She even went down on her knees and kissed Madam's feet.

She still couldn't explain exactly how she did it, but all the other girls that followed were equally easy. As if they had been waiting their entire lives for this to happen, as if meeting Madam released them of the shackles of their inhibitions. It set them free. They could finally be themselves. Only to be shackled again or course, but this time literally.

At any given time, Madam would have two or three trainees. The training period usually lasted a few months. Madam would initiate them into the art of bondage, whip them with a multitude of different whips, inflict countless other forms of pain and humiliation and made them love every single one of them, and teach them to be the perfect whore for both men and women. Steve was still too busy with his business to be closely involved in all this. Madam needed a male to help her train her slaves, but he didn't have time for that. So Madam found another man to play this part. John, a wiry black man in his mid thirties, lived in the little house all the way in the back of their huge garden. He had been their gardener for some years, a task he took very seriously. He meticulously looked after the trees, plants, flowers, grass and swimming pool. Their garden always looked like an ad for a house and garden magazine. In his spare time however, John began to teach the trainees a few things about how to make a man happy. When Madam had first explained what she had in mind, he had looked a bit suspiciously, as if he didn't believe her. But soon enough he had warmed to the idea, and he became Madam's trusted assistant. Almost every evening Madam would send one of the girls over to the garden house for a training session with John. Soon he developed what could be called a curriculum, consisting of every sex act a good slavegirl should be able to perform properly to pleasure a man. They had to be able to swallow his massive 9 inch cock of course. Apart from taking him in their lovely throats, they also had to open up their cute little assholes for him. His huge cock would stretch them wider than they could ever have imagined. Some men liked to have their asses licked, so the girls had to practice that humiliating act on John's black ass as well. And of course he fucked them in every position conceivable. To ensure his discretion and to make sure he wouldn't take another job, Madam paid John a handsome salary. It made him the best paid, and happiest, gardener in town.

Through the years, many dozens of girls passed their house. Most stayed a few months; some, like Claire, much longer. All of them were very happy while they were there. After leaving, some of them ended up in similar relationships, finding a master or mistress elsewhere. Many of them returned to their normal lives afterwards. Some started families. But every single one of them returned in a flash whenever Madam gave them a call or sent them a message. This would regularly happen. They were completely devoted to her, for the rest of their lives.