"Well," said Nadia, laughing, "doesn't she look the pretty little poppet." I felt the colour rise in my cheeks at the patronising tone of her voice. "Little Harriet, all ready to serve her Master and Mistress. Aren't you, Harriet?"

That Nadia was now my Mistress was news to me, but I thought it safest not to argue. "Yes, Mistress. Shall I serve the pizza now?"

"Yes, and hurry up, it'll be getting cold." I scurried towards the kitchen to get plates. "Run girl, run," Nadia chided. I broke into a ridiculous trot to satisfy her, aware of how foolish I must look, tarted up in my maid's outfit and running through the house, my little, starched apron flapping helplessly as I teetered on high heels I could barely control when walking, far less running. I fetched the plates and pizza cutter and set them on the table, then collected the pizzas from the sideboard.

"Cut us some slices, Harriet," my Master told me; I rolled the cutter up and down the nearest pizza and deposited generous wedges on their plates. They started to eat them, chatting carelessly to one another, while I stood back from the table, arms behind my back, awaiting instruction. I looked at Nadia, my erstwhile friend and equal, someone with whom I had shared moments and adventures, but to whom I was now beholden, a servant waiting on her every need, subject to her whim and caprice. I hung my head sadly as I contemplated my position in life. Nadia, unless she wanted more pizza, didn't so much as look in my direction.

They chomped their way through the pizzas, never once giving any indication that I might be allowed to share any. I hadn't eaten all day and the smell from the pizza was making me dizzy with envy and hunger. I stared longingly at the fast disappearing food, hoping that I might at least be allowed some scraps. It was looking less and less likely however: after they had finished each wedge one of them would wave casually at me and indicate that I should cut another. Half disappeared very quickly, then three quarters, and finally there were only two wedges left. I eyed them avariciously.

"Wine, Harriet," my Master ordered. I dashed to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of Mexican chardonnay from the fridge. It was slightly too chilled, so I rubbed it with the tea-towel for a moment before returning to the dining room.

Where the remaining slices of pizza had gone.

My Master and Nadia were merrily chewing the lasts remnants, watching my reaction with amusement. Resignedly, holding back a tear of disappointment, I took the wine to the sideboard, knowing I would have nothing to eat that day. I bent down to pull two glasses from the cupboard, aware that my backside would be showing as my ridiculously short maid's skirt rode up at the back. I rummaged around for the appropriate glasses and the opener, becoming flustered as I contemplated what I sight I must be.

"Is she wearing panties?" I heard Nadia say.

"Yes, looks like it," my Master replied.

"Oh dear. Oh dear no, that's a mistake. She should never be allowed to wear panties. Never. You never know when you might need access."

"Yes, you're right. Harriet, you heard what Nadia said. Take them off, now." Reluctantly, I stood and fumbled underneath my skirt, feeling for the waistband of my panties and hiking them down. I slid them down my legs and raised my feet, one after the other, to pull them from me. Immediately, I felt incredibly vulnerable, helpless in front of my former friend.

I had located the glasses, but the bottle opener was still missing and I realised, with an aching, stabbing blow to my heart, that I was going to have to bend over again to search the cupboards for it. And as I did so, I knew, I was going to be completely exposed. Biting my lip and trying not to think about what was happening, I bent down again.

"You see," crowed Nadia instantly. "That's much better, isn't it?" My Master agreed. "What a pretty little arse she's got, and I can just see the start of her pink lips poking out." I listened in horror as they debated the finer points of my anatomy, my Master appraising Nadia of the size of my pussy and the shape of my lips.

"She has delightful little flaps which you can really get a grip of. She loves it when you bite and gnaw at them." I found the opener and, relieved, made to stand up again. "No, Harriet, stay like that a moment, we're still looking. Bend over further and part your legs."

Knowing I was now an object on display, I moved away from the sideboard, closer to my Master and Nadia. I stood with my legs apart and bent over; feeling behind me, I grabbed my skirt and pulled it up, resting it on my back so that my arse was totally exposed. It would still be completely red and raw from my beating, I knew, with criss-cross patterns from the belt marking my skin. I bent over as far as I could reach and gripped my hands around my ankles. I was now splayed in front of them, defenceless and open to their gaze.

"You really have been training her well," Nadia said to my Master. I froze as I felt her hand on my thigh, caressing slowly down from my buttock to the back of my knee and dragging her nail upwards again. She grazed her finger up and down the cleft of my backside a few times, pressing it provocatively against my hole, then slid downwards towards my slit.

Which was wet.

"I think little Harriet likes this," she laughed, wiggling her fingers inside me. "Do you like exposing yourself to us, little poppet?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered.

"And would you like to do other things for us now, little poppet?"

I felt the anticipation rising within me, the rush of excitement fizzing through my stomach, and knew that, whatever my mind was saying, my body couldn't lie. I knew the answer.

"Anything, Mistress."