The next morning, Claire awoke slowly to too many arms and legs draped over her. She sat up, finding herself between Dolly and James. The bedroom reeked of sex and sweat. The day and night flashed in her memory. Handcuffs, paddles, crops... Dolly had done everything, taking all the pain and cumming with them both each time. She patiently taught the couple if they had questions or thought they might hurt her. Claire felt herself starting to get worked up, despite the pain in her crotch from the abusive, passionate, intense sex her husband gave her after each session with Dolly. Five? Six times? It had never been so good.

Then it hit her again, that she was between her husband and... their lover? No, it hadn't been that. There was no way they were equal. It wasn't a threesome, more two doms and a slave. They had abused her, but not used her. It was great. But it was still another woman in their bed, whose cum was on their sheets, who was sleeping with her husband, and herself.

"Up!" She shook Dolly and James. Dolly blinked her eyes a few times and sat up, seemingly awake and perky as ever. James always woke up slowly, and was confused and bleary. Claire didn't care. "What the hell is she doing in our bed?" she almost yelled, staring right at him and pointing at Dolly.

"Huh?" He looked between the two women.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, was I not supposed to?" asked Dolly, looking a little apprehensive.

"No, you were not!" Claire shouted. "Another woman in my bed? No!" Dolly quickly jumped off the bed.

"Will I be punished, ma'am?" Dolly said, head down.

"It isn't you I'm mad at." Claire stared daggers at James.

"What? What did I do?" he said, leaning on his elbows, still groggy and trying to follow the conversation.

"You're the one that talked me into this," she said angrily. "You're the one that let her stay. You're the one that let her sleep in our bed."

"Hey, you were a willing participant," James said, awake now. "And <i>you<\i> were the one that told her to sleep on the bed."

"I would never..."

"You did."

"You still talked me into this! Dolly, out, now! James, you stay! I'm not done with you!"

"Fuck this," said James, rolling out of bed. "You are just as guilty as I am!" he yelled, as Dolly slinked out of the room. "You offered, not me!"

"I don't remember that! I would never do that!" she shouted, slamming the door behind Dolly.

"You did!" He held his hands up in a conciliatory gesture.

"No way!"

"Yes, you did!"

"Uh uh, I would never let another woman sleep in my bed!"

"Well, you did." he said, pulling on boxers.

"Go get rid of her!" she said, throwing her hands up and shooing him out of the room. "Then we'll finish this."

She watched as James stepped by her and out of the room.

Dolly was just outside, head down and eyes wide. She was visibly shaking. James couldn't help but look down to see what it was doing to her naked breasts.

"I'm sorry, don't be scared," he said, wanting to hold her but knowing better than to be caught hugging the very bare woman.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she said, tears starting. "I didn't mean to get you in trouble. I should be punished, sir, not you."

"No, no, no," he said soothingly, "it's not your fault. I invited you in, she said you could sleep there, she just doesn't remember. It's not your fault." He put a hand on her shoulder, hoping to comfort her. She visibly held back crying. "No, don't worry. It's not your fault."

"But it is, sir," she stuttered between soft sobs. "Please let me make it up to you, sir!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, knowing that whatever she offered wasn't going to win him any points. "You don't have to."

"Please, sir, I must do something!" Dolly insisted.

"No, no," James said, hands up. He took a half step back. "Actually, I was wondering, when can you leave? It would be easier..." 

Dolly started bawling, catching James by surprise. Between sobs, she managed to get out, "Don't *sob* you *sob* like *sob* me, sir?"

"Of course I like you," James said, barely resisting the urge to hug the crying woman. "I just think, you know, it might, uh, be best, if you went home now, you know?"

"But *sob* I *sob* am *sob* home, sir!" Dolly cried out. "This is my home!" She put her head in her hands, body shaking as she wept.

"Uh, I, uh, what?" James stuttered. "Isn't there anywhere for you to go?"

"No!" she cried. "I am your gift! Your servant! Your slave, sir!"

He just stood there, non-plussed. She turned away, eliciting sympathy from him, but still he did not move in, fearful of his wife's reaction. Finally, he went to get Dolly's coat and hand it to her. He stayed silent, worried about what he would say. She shrugged into the duster, still crying. He gently lead her to the living room and sat her on the couch. 

James walked back into the bedroom. "Uh," he said.

"She's gone?" Claire asked.

James drew in a breath. "Not yet, we have a problem," he said, before his wife managed to yell at him.

"What? She's supposed to be out of our house!" Claire shouted.

James brought up his hands defensively. "She thinks it's her's, too."

Claire was about to say something, but caught herself. She finally got out, "What the fuck do you mean she thinks this is her house? Take care of it!"

"She said she was a present," James said. "I think she thinks she is staying here now. Maybe, for a while, or something? She didn't make that clear."

"I don't care!" stated Claire. "Get her out!"

"I tried!" yelled James. "You get her to leave!"

"Oh no you don't! This is your doing! You get her to go home!"

"I... fine," said James. He slammed the door as he left again.

He walked into the living room and sat by the recovering Dolly. She tentatively asked, "Can I stay, sir?"

"Well, that's the thing, see," replied James. "This wasn't something we were expecting, we don't have a room for you, and this isn't really something, well, Claire is into."

"Please!" Dolly said. "There is nowhere else for me to go! I'm bound to you! I'll sleep outside if you want! Please don't make me leave, sir!"

James couldn't help himself, giving her a hug. Just then, Claire came out of their bedroom, dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. "Nice, asshole," she said. "Get her the fuck out, or I'm moving out." She grabbed her jacket and keys.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Out." Claire yanked open the door. "She's gone by the time I get back." She marched out and slammed the door shut.

James sighed, his entire body releasing stress. "Dolly..."

"Please, sir, let me make it up to you," she said. She started shrugging off her coat, but he put his hands on her shoulders.

"No," he said, though he was sorely tempted. "I think, um, that would be a bad idea."

"I'm so sorry, sir! I don't mean to get you in trouble! Please, punish me!"

"No!" he exclaimed, taking his hands off of her. "Just, just, yeah." He stood up and started pacing, trying to think of what he could do. "Oh, god, that was obvious," as he dialed up his cousin. She didn't answer. "Uh, Janet, James here. What exactly is with Dolly? She doesn't want to leave and keeps saying she's our slave and this is her home now and... oh god, Claire is pissed. Give me a call, ok, and please tell me what the hell is going on? K?" He hung up.

He sighed and slouched. Dolly moved in behind him and reached up to his shoulders, massaging the stressed muscles. James twisted his head and started to move.

"Please, sir, let me." James stood still, wanting the reassuring touch as much as the massage. "Please, sir." She gestured to the couch. He sat and straightened up. "Please, sir, lie down."

"Uh, much as I'd like to, I really shouldn't," he said. She continued on what she could while he was sitting up. He hummed in pleasure.

"I am quite good, sir," she said. "If I can't make it up to you in other ways, please let me do this for you. Please lie down, sir."

"Sorry," he said, between moans. "I can't. If she walks in..."

"Should I stop, sir?" Dolly asked tentatively.

"Uh, ooooh, no, Dolly, please keep going."

"Yes, sir." She rubbed down his back as best she could with his position. He was so relaxed, he didn't worry about his cell phone buzzing.  He started worrying about Claire. He was still in only boxers, and that wasn't going to go over well. "We better get dressed," he told Dolly, and shrugged off her hands. He led her into the bedroom, where he figured he could find something to put her in. He grabbed jeans and a t-shirt for himself, then sweats and another of his t-shirts for her. "Put that on."

"Sir, I have outfits in my duffle," she said, reaching for the forgotten bag in the corner of the room. "Let me model them for you."

"Oh, you have some clothes?"

"Yes, sir, many things you might like. A maid's outfit, a corset with matching panties and hose, a sheer body stocking..."

"No! No," he said, stopping her as she began unzipping the duffle. "Please, just the sweats and t-shirt."

"Yes, sir," she said, chastised. She did pull out panties and slipped them on before sliding into the baggy sweats and t-shirt, both oversized for her.

James shook his head. "How you do it..."

"Do what, sir?"

"Make that outfit look sexy."

"Thank you, sir." Dolly blushed cutely.

James smiled at her. "Living room, before Claire gets back." He led them back out to the couch. They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. Dolly started fidgeting.

"Sir, may I please do something?" she finally asked.

"Um, sure," James replied. "What did you want to do?"

Dolly looked pensive. "Sir, it's just that..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I would like a command, sir. I'm trained to do as I am told, and am happiest when I'm obeying." She looked a little nervous at the admission.

"I... well, I... yeah," stammered James. "I, uh, I guess maybe you could vacuum," he said facetiously.

"Of course, sir! Right away!" 

"Wait, what...?" James got out before Dolly was up.

For the first time in a while, Dolly seemed happy. James shook his head. "Please sir, where us the vacuum?" He pointed at the closet in the short hallway. She bounded over and immediately got to work. Quickly she went through each room in an efficient manner, stopping only to move things out of the way. She hummed to herself the entire time.

James again shook his head, and checked his phone. Janet had called, and left a message. He went into the bedroom and closed the door while Dolly was still working in the living room. He listened to the message. "Hi, James! I'm sorry if Dolly is causing problems. I thought you and Claire could use a live-in maid and sex slave. Spice up your marriage, so to speak. You two are so uptight I can tell you're not getting laid, and if you are, it isn't any good. So, she's yours. Please take good care of her, and enjoy! Ciao!" James stared at the wall for a second, then listened to the message again. 

He forwarded it to Claire. "Uh, hon, Janet lost her mind and thinks we need a live-in slave. Check it out, then come home and let's talk about what to do." He flopped on the bed and pointedly stared at the ceiling while Dolly came in and vacuumed. After she left, he sat back up on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. Then he tried Janet again, but no answer. He didn't bother leaving a message.

He picked up the card Dolly had with her when she first showed up. Inscribed on the back was Permanent Escorts, Inc., with a website listed below. He figured he might as well fire it up and see what the hell was going on. It was a strange URL, though, with seemingly random characters ending in .onion. It didn't come up. He searched around a little and figured out it involved Tor somehow, and the so-called 'deep web' or 'dark web' or whatever. He installed the browser, tried the URL, and it worked.

"Permanent Escorts, Inc. Only the finest Escorts, available for your every need, whenever you need it!"

The site had a list of currently available models, specialties, requests, and instructions for care. The currency wasn't dollars; it was all Bitcoins. He clicked on 'Instructions For Care'. They explained how each model was unique and required proper upkeep, which included regular meals, proper accomodations and regular tasks to perform. They said that the Permanent Escorts were not simply maids and regular sexual intercourse was highly advised. There was something about how each Escort was a special order and there were no returns or trade-ins. The last thing was that any abuse, neglect or interference from the authorities would be treated as a breach of contract and immediately be handled with extreme prejudice. James stared, read through the list again, and looked back at Dolly, who had come in after finishing her task, and did not interrupt him.

"So, you're, like, supposed to live with us, I guess," he said softly, not necessarily to her.

"Yes, sir," she answered softly, tentatively.

"Now what?" He ran his hand through his hair, and stood up. "What the hell did Janet get us into? What was she thinking?"

"Don't you want me, sir?" Dolly looked about to cry again.

"I'm so sorry, Dolly," said James. "I just don't know... I wasn't really expecting this." Dolly couldn't control herself anymore. She again started sobbing. He moved to her and took her in his arms. "Shh, it's ok. We'll get this figured out. You're going to be fine." She leaned in as much as she could. He could feel every curve tremble against him. He involuntarily started getting hard. Dolly controlled her sobs enough to run her fingertips over the crotch of his pants.

"Can I, sir?" she asked quietly, and choked back another.

James steeled himself and said, "No, sorry Dolly. It's, well, it's just, Claire..."

"She's not here, sir," whispered Dolly, "and I won't tell."

He struggled to control himself, managing barely to keep his hands up and not sliding down his jeans. "No, Dolly, not now. Please, just, I don't know, please just stop." He took a step back. Dolly looked deflated and rejected.

"Please, sir, don't you want me? Don't you like the way I look?" She looked up at him with shimmering doe eyes.

"Oh god, Dolly, you're one of the sexiest women I've ever met. If I wasn't married..."

Dolly folded on the couch. "Sir, what's going to become of me? All I want is to be needed, and loved."

"I... Are you thirsty?" he asked. "I am." He started moving towards the kitchen.

"Oh, yes, sir, please sit sir, I should've thought of that," said Dolly, who jumped off the couch and hurried by to get to the kitchen first.

"I, uh, what?" he said. "I can get it. You sit. You're upset."

"Oh, no, sir, I couldn't let you. Please," she pleaded, looking distraught.

He sighed. "OK, Dolly." He went back to the couch and sat.

"Thank you, sir! What would you like, sir? I know many cocktails..."

"Oh, no, it's a little early for that. Just some water, and maybe coffee."

"Yes, sir, I'll have it right up." She brought out a glass of water, and, leaning over, let the loose-cut neck of the t-shirt fall open. James had a perfect view of her luscious breasts as she handed the glass to him. "Thank you for letting me serve you!" He stared, sorely tempted, but he let her walk back to search the counters and cabinets for the coffee. Soon, he smelled it brewing. She came out and looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't think to have any ready for you, sir! It won't happen again. Will I be punished?"

"I... uh, it's ok, Dolly, you couldn't have known." He shook his head in bewilderment. Claire sure as hell wouldn't have made him the coffee, much less apologize about not having any ready.

"Thank you, sir! How do you take your coffee?"

"Uh, black, thanks."

"Of course, sir." She went back into the kitchen. She brought out a steaming cup, and again leaned over so he had a perfect view up the too large t-shirt. "Thank you, sir, for letting me serve you!"

He took a sip and hummed in pleasure. It was perfectly made, with enough coffee to make it rich instead of the thin brew Claire made in the mornings. "You're amazing!"

"Thank you, sir!" Dolly blushed cutely.

Just then, Claire thrust the front door open and slammed it shut. "She's not gone yet?" she growled, then took a sip of the Starbuck's she had. He didn't rate one, apparently.

"Yes, and Dolly just made me a wonderful cup of coffee," he said.

"Did you want one, ma'am?" Dolly said, then noticed the cup in Claire's hands.

Claire ignored Dolly. "Oh, great, so I'll pack my stuff then?" 

"Claire, wait, didn't you get the message? I need to show you..." James said.

"Show me what?" She crossed her arms.

"Here." He walked into the bedroom and brought out his laptop. He pointed at the website. "Check it out."

"What the... why?" 

"It explains everything," he said.

Claire shut her eyes, shook her head and sighed. Then she looked at the screen. "What the fuck is this? .onion?"

"Deep web," he explained. "Or dark web. Just read."

Claire did, shaking her head over and over as she mouthed parts of sentences. "OK, what the fuck did your cousin do?"

"She apparently decided to get us our own, personal..." James hesitated, looking for the right word.

"Escort?" finished Claire. "More like slave."

"Uh, yeah," said James. "I really don't know what to do." 

Dolly looked back and forth between them, pensive and uneasy. "Ma'am? Sir?"

"What?" said Claire, sharply.

"Yeah?" James said at the same time, much more kindly.

"Is there anything else I can do, sir? Ma'am?" Dolly said, almost fearfully.

"Sure," said James.

He was quickly cut off by his wife. "No, Dolly, you've done quite enough," she said angrily.

"Hey, don't take this out on her," said James. "It's not her fault she's caught up in all of this." He pointed at the computer. "You saw the website!" Dolly huddled behind him.

"So? Send her back."

"How? You read it! No returns or exchanges. And I don't know what the 'extreme prejudice' means, but I don't think it's like showing up without a receipt down at Wally World."

"Well then, what the fuck do you propose we do?" said Claire through clenched teeth.

"For now, let Dolly do some things around the house," he said. "It makes her happy, and we can get in touch with Janet and find out what's really going on."

Claire paused for a minute, thinking. "Fine," she finally stated. "You call. I get to put her to work."

"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" said Dolly excitedly. "Please let me know what you want me to do." Her entire demeanor changed.

James pulled out his phone.