No one spoke. The shame was palpable, and our reality was truly sinking in. We had been able to distract ourselves for a few minutes by exploring the garage, drooling over Max’s car, and trying to find anything soft to sleep on.
Unfortunately the reality was that our wives were upstairs in luxury with Max, and we were going to have to accept our uncomfortable station.
I thought about the way Max had lounged with our girls at dinner and my stomach growled. I was so hungry. Then I thought about the beers probably still sitting there in the fridge.
It was stupid, having to sit on the cold concrete with empty stomachs while the fridge sat fully stocked right above us.
“I could really go for a beer.” I muttered.
It felt awkward breaking the silence, but immediately the other two broken husbands joined in.
“Fuck yeah man.”
I crossed my arms, feeling a little defiant.
“He can have his fun, but I don’t see a reason why we can’t at least enjoy ourselves just a little.”
It would have looked ridiculous to anyone watching us, three naked losers discussing that we deserved beer, but it felt kind of good.
“I’m going for it” I said, letting my emotions overtake me a bit.
“What do you mean?” The short guy asked.
“I’m nabbing that six-pack. He’ll never know.”
The other two faltered somewhat, not so sure of that idea.
“I don’t know man. He was pretty clear about us staying down here. I don’t want to go through… you know…”
He trailed off, all three of us clearly remembering our humiliating punishment, lifting our skirts at the windows.
I brushed it off. I wanted a beer. Without letting myself think about it too much, I marched off. They didn’t follow.
It didn’t matter, it wouldn’t help having them anyway. I slowly opened the door to the stairs and gingerly started my ascent. The bare feet helped.
I opened the door to the main floor at an absolute snail’s pace, eye at the crack, watching for any sign of movement.
It was an unnecessary precaution. The main floor was completely quiet. I held my breath and crept across the room to the kitchen.
I was terrified, shaking as I carefully pulled the fridge open and found the six-pack, waiting for me there in the door just as I had anticipated.
Even though I was trembling, I felt a sense of victory and accomplishment as I snuck back down the stairs and carried the beer triumphantly into the garage.
The other husbands were astonished, mostly at my bravery/stupidity at so brazenly disobeying Max. They now had a very difficult decision.
I cracked open a beer and took a long, incredibly satisfying swig. It was amazing. Nothing had ever tasted that good.
They watched me, desperately wanting to join, and also terrified of disobeying Max.
After downing my first, I realized they were too terrified to join me. I didn’t care. They say drinking alone isn’t great, but in that moment it felt pretty fantastic. By the third can I was actually feeling like things weren’t really that terrible. Sure, I wished I could reach down and masturbate like I usually did in the evenings before bed, but it was going to be okay.
I stashed the empty cans under a layer of dry unused toilet paper in the bathroom trash can, hid the remaining beer in a storage bin, and tried to find a spot to fall asleep on the hard floor.
It wasn’t easy, but I managed to finally pass out, flat on my back, just accepting the discomfort of the cold concrete on my bare skin, shivering a little bit as I fell asleep.
It wasn’t a good night. I woke constantly, my body complaining about the floor and the lack of clothing. A small light inside Max’s car blinked gently every few seconds; probably part of the security system. It felt so ridiculous sleeping on the concrete beside his car - a vehicle that probably cost twice as much as I made in a year. I thought about what it would feel like to be in a soft bed, the warm bodies of three gorgeous women snuggled up next to me. It sounded incredible. I curled up a little bit on the garage floor and tried to find a meager ounce of comfort.
By the time the first hints of daylight snuck through the garage windows, there were little tear spots on the floor underneath each of us. We didn’t say anything. We each knew exactly what the others had just been through physically and emotionally.
It was time to make breakfast. We put our maid dresses on and went upstairs to the kitchen. To be safe, we cooked a variety of options, from scrambled eggs, bacon, and even waffles. It was excruciating preparing all of that food, knowing we couldn’t eat any of it without permission.
It didn’t take very long for me to crack. I snatched a piece of cooked bacon and stuffed it quickly in my mouth, holding a finger to my lips in a quiet gesture as I chewed. The other two sissies watched me in shock, shaking their heads, but also jealous.
It tasted delicious, but I controlled myself and refrained from eating another piece.
Max and the girls took their time coming out from the bedroom. There was no rush. The sissies would be there to serve them no matter how long they took.
All we could do was keep everything warm and ready and wait. I considered bailing and going for a walk or something, but the other two sissies had clicked into full servant mode, and I felt like I had been rebellious enough already. We stood beside the table, heads lowered slightly in shame, waiting to serve our superiors.
It was enough to send me into an envious despair when the royalty finally emerged from the Master bedroom. The girls were beaming, with tousled hair and flushed cheeks, all three in plush lounge robes. I assumed there was little to nothing under the luxurious material. It was clear they were living their best lives, having slept in after a fun night. I thought back to my long night on the concrete.
They acknowledged us, but barely. We were already being transformed in their minds from equals to servants who weren’t worthy of too much notice. They focused primarily on the food, which I could at least take some pride in as I served them and watched how much they were enjoying it.
They had been seated and eating for a few minutes before Max finally emerged, also in a robe. The girls pushed their chairs closer to him as he took a spot at the table.
He snapped his fingers and we rushed to put plates of food in front of him and fill his coffee mug.
The situation was beginning to feel almost normal as they enjoyed their breakfast and we jumped to serve their every whim. Was I born for this? I didn’t like it. It was uncomfortable and difficult, and I was getting sick of never being able to fully relax.
It wasn’t until they were mostly finished, sipping coffee and tea, that the Alpha male addressed the betas.
“Good work maids. Breakfast was excellent.”
The girls smiled and finally looked at us. Alice started a polite little round of applause for the hard working maids.
I blushed and looked at the floor, somehow embarrassed and proud at the same time.
“I think you’ve earned your first meal of the trip.”
He said it so naturally, as if of course maids had to earn the right to eat. I hated it, but I was also excited. That one piece of bacon was nowhere near enough.
He paused, examining each of us.
“Before you eat though, do any of you have anything to confess?”
I immediately broke into a cold sweat. There was no way he could know about the beer and the bacon. No way. Was there a way?
I stole a glance at the other two losers, who were both staring at me, clearly terrified.
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.
“Confessing now is better than confessing later, sissies.”
We stood in silence, shaking.
I had to bet on him not knowing.
“First one to confess might not get punished at all…”
That was the trigger the other two needed. They immediately started spewing syllables, pointing emphatically at me, each wanting to be the first one to confess sins on my behalf and potentially avoid discipline.
“Slow down, slow down…” Max laughed, loving how easily we could be manipulated.
It took a little bit, but between the two of them they managed to fully lay out every detail of my transgressions.
Max paused for a little while, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. The silence was terrifying. I closed my eyes.
“Okay, maid two, sounds like you’ve earned yourself some pretty severe consequences. I think I have a few ideas that should get through to your little sissy brain.”