Debra was depressed. Heavily so, to the extent that she was really pushing herself just to get out of bed.

She was lonely. She was also gay; she’d worked that out from the few satisfactory ‘flings’ she’d had in college. That was before she’d become the owner of a billion-dollar tech company…

She couldn’t believe the problems she was having finding companionship. People were either intimidated by her or just wanted to mother her; she wasn’t exactly a big person, being just over five and a half feet tall.

In the end, she felt she had tried everything, visiting clubs and bars, dating agencies and dating apps. Then she got a mysterious message…

Need proper companionship, and money no object? Ask us. We have the perfect companion for you. Our companions treat it as a ‘job for life’. Literally…

The text went on to mention some contact details. It was for a very exclusive club in town, one that she already had a membership card for…

She arrived at the club later that evening by limousine, having booked an ‘appointment’ with the companion service. She was met at reception and ushered into a rear room.

She gasped. Two incredibly beautiful women were standing there, each wearing nothing but a filmy, fairly see through nightdress that left nothing to the imagination…

Evan as she stared, the two women started circling her, inspecting her. They then both snuggled up against her and kissed her.

They were both almost identical, obviously sisters, almost twins. They were also really turning her on, pushing all the right buttons. Only problem was, how was she going to choose which one? After all, she had come for a companion, not companions, plural.

In the end, the women made the choice for her. One took a step back…

Slavery, of course, is illegal; Debra just ‘permanently hired’ the woman’s services as an escort. As they started to leave, however, she saw the look in the woman’s eyes as she looked back at her sister.

Debra had already spent an obscenely large amount of money; luckily, however, she was so rich that that money was just pocket change to her.

“By the way, I’ve decided to take the pair”, she said. “I take it you want the same again for her?”

The person running the club didn’t argue; they gratefully accepted a second suitcase of cash, and the other woman also became Debra’s property…

She took the pair back with her in her car. They all rode in back; her driver, also female, was having a hard time concentrating on the road as the women showed Debra how grateful they were for her buying both of them…

When they got back to her apartment, the three just walked in, heads held high, right past the receptionist. Debra giggled as the receptionist’s jaw dropped. The women were still wearing just their nightdresses…

Up at her apartment, now safely behind closed doors, all three stripped off and went to bed together. The antics started in the car continued…

Next morning, Debra opened her eyes, then squinted in the bright light. She never normally slept in that late…

A wonderful aroma floated in from the kitchen, then one of the women came in with breakfast on a tray. You could also tell from the sound from outside that the other was hoovering the apartment.

“You didn’t need to do all this”, Debra said. “I do like it, though…”

“It’s our honour, Mistress”, the woman replied.

The woman then gasped as Debra asked her her name.

“No-one has ever asked me before”, she said. “We were just there to be used.”

She actually started crying.

“Thank you for caring, Mistress. My name is Ayla; my sister’s name is Elena.”

“What beautiful names!”, Debra said. “Beautiful names for beautiful people.”

Debra then went to eat her breakfast, before it got cold.

“Aren’t you eating, too?”, she asked.

“We only eat once a day, Mistress”, Ayla said. “It’s how we keep our wonderful figures. Also, we have special food to eat.”

Debra, intrigued, got Ayla to show her what she meant. She was absolutely disgusted…

The women had been fed on leftovers, fed into a blender. They weren’t just ‘sleek’, they were seriously malnourished, supposedly to keep them under control.

The two women were shocked when Debra ordered them to join her for breakfast.

“Mistress, it’s not done! We can’t!”, they both exclaimed.

“It’s an order!”, Debra shouted back. “I’m ordering you to look after yourselves!”

Wailing about ‘cruel treatment’, Elena collapsed. Both Ayla and Debra rushed to her.

“I’m a slave!”, Elena wailed. “Mistress, I don’t deserve to be treated properly. You’re teasing me, being cruel and unnecessarily heartless!”

Ayla stroked her sisters head, whispering comforting words to her.

“This owner is different, sister. She cares…”

Elena’s eyes went wide. “You’re not going to punish me, Mistress? After all, it was my fault you had to pay for both of us…?”

“Of course not, Elena!”, said Debra, shocking Elena by using her name. “I love you. Both of you, and I care for you. Now, come and eat some proper food, both of you.”

Neither of the women were used to having real food again; both had bad upset stomachs quite quickly after.

“If this is what being properly looked after feels like, I’d rather be punished”, said Ayla, after her third trip to the loo…

Debra begged them both to keep with it; gradually, they got used to real food again. Both women also had more colour in their cheeks…

Once they had sufficiently recovered, Debra took them both to her favourite restaurant, after buying them both matching gold lamé dresses, having a silver one for herself. There were gasps as they entered the restaurant. The looks were ones of desire…

Ayla and Elena had never been treated so well. They loved it. They were both almost purring with delight.

There was a little problem. Neither of them could get used to sitting at a table with their Mistress; it just wasn’t done. Debra hadn’t realised this, as they had never eaten at the same time at her house.

Three plates of food were dished up on the table.

“Who are the other plates for, Mistress?”, Ayla asked.

“Why you, of course”, said Debra.

“We can’t eat at the same table as you!”, both women said, shocked. “It’s just not done.”

“You’re not staff, or anything like that”, said Debra, indignantly. “You’re my companions. That means you keep me company. Understood?”

Ayla was almost in tears, as was Elena. They held onto each other for comfort.

“We’ve both been trained properly!”, she said, just as indignantly as Debra. “I will not disrespect my Mistress by eating at the same table as her, and neither will Elena!”

The two women took up positions either side of Debra, then knelt on the floor.

“We will keep proper companion positions until you have finished, then we will have ours.”

“You’re both causing a scene!”, said Debra, embarrassed.

Despite everything she did, the women refused to eat with her.

To their amazement, Debra got up and stormed out, leaving the women behind.

By the time Ayla and Elena had realised what she was doing, she’d got in her car and driven off, leaving the two women at the restaurant with no way of getting ‘home’.

They didn’t even know where they lived…!

Elena, the younger of the two, was distraught. She’d never upset an owner before. She just started crying, still on her knees on the floor. Ayla hugged her.

“She’ll come back. She will…”, she said, hugging her sister and gently rocking back and forth.

Time passed. The food on the table went cold and was cleared away, uneaten.

Ayla and Elena remained on their knees by the table. People had come and gone. Nearly all of them had given the two gold clad women peculiar looks…

Ayla just hugged Elena, trying to reassure her.

Finally, the restaurant manager came over.

“I’m sorry, but it looks like Madam is not returning. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave; you’re disturbing the other guests, and as it is getting to our busy period, I need the table.”

“But we’ve nowhere to go!”, wailed Ayla. Elena just sobbed…

Devastated, Ayla and Elena got ready to leave the restaurant. The manager, feeling sorry for them, came over again.

“I shouldn’t really do this”, he said, “but this is Ms Mason’s address. She’s probably worried about you already. I know she cares about you; I saw the way she was looking at you both. You did really hurt her feelings, by the way; talk about biting the hand that feeds you.”

“I’ve also called a taxi for you and paid for it. I’m a sucker for a sob story…”

Ayla hugged him.

“Thank you! Now, I only hope we can repair the damage…”

The taxi soon turned up and took Ayla and Elena to the address on the paper. Shaking, Ayla knocked, terrified that Debra would have nothing to do with them.

“It’s open”, came a quiet voice from inside…

Debra was sitting there in the darkness, still in her silver dress. She’d not bothered to switch anything on; she had obviously been crying.

“I’ve never been so insulted in my life!”, she cried. “Have you any idea what you’ve done?”

“Mistress, please!”, wailed Ayla, Elena sheltering behind her. “You’re scaring us. What have we done wrong? We’ve only behaved the way we’ve been trained. Was that wrong?”

“Yes, it damn well was!”, Debra cried back. “It’s in the title. Companion! Not Slave! You’re supposed to be my companions! That means keeping me company. That includes eating with me!”

“We didn’t know that!”, said Ayla, speaking for both of them. “We’ve been trained to serve, including sexually; but we’ve been taught that we’re never on the same level as our Mistress. This includes not sharing the table with her. If you’re going to complain about rules, we might as well get another breach out of the way, right now!”

“What on earth do you mean?”, asked Debra.

“We’re in love with you! Both of us, completely head over heels in love with you! Neither of us can do without you anymore! Please, can’t we work this out?”

Debra thought for a moment.

“Have you any idea how much you hurt my feelings?”, she asked.

“We have now”, Ayla said. Both she and Elena were gingerly approaching Debra.

Debra just couldn’t be angry with them anymore.

“Come here, you two…”

There wasn’t any sex in bed that night; just three human beings keeping each other company.

“New rule”, said Debra. “From now on, if you can share my bed, you share my table. Understood?”

Both women nodded.

“It will be difficult for us, as it goes against all our training”, Elena said. “However, you’re nothing like a typical Mistress, either. You care way too much…!”

Debra stroked their heads.

“I love you too…”

Life gradually settled to what passed for normal in the household.

Then, Debra got a phone call that surprised her. Her sister, Phoebe, was going to drop by for a visit.

Debra told Ayla and Elena about Phoebe and told them to be on their best behaviour. However, she wasn’t sure how to explain them to her…

As Ayla and Elena were Norwegian, Ayla suggested that they were adult education foreign students that Debra had agreed to host. Debra liked the idea, so that was what they went with.

Phoebe arrived later that week, and all four got on well.

The problem was, Elena was really attracted to Phoebe…

Her training won out, and she didn’t do anything stupid. The problem was Phoebe had noticed…

One night, right in front of Debra, Phoebe kissed Elena. With a shriek, Elena shot out of the room.

Everyone else looked for her, all over the place, but couldn’t find her anywhere. She hadn’t left the flat; the door was still locked. Where on earth was she…?

Phoebe was devastated.

“I had no idea she’d react like that!”, she said, aghast. “I thought she fancied me…”

“Elena! Come Here! Now!”, Debra called, giving no room for argument.

Elena slinked out from under the bed and came back into the living room.

“Am I correct in assuming you have feelings for my sister?”, asked Debra.

Elena nodded, blushing furiously and ashamed.

“Well, I’ve got a solution for that. My sister is staying for a while, as her job has fallen through. As such, she will need your room.”

Ayla and Elena both gasped.

“But where will we sleep, Mistress?”

Ayla had used the title before she could stop herself. Now Phoebe was really interested…

“Ayla, you will sleep with me in my bed. Elena, you will sleep with Phoebe in hers…”

Debra had decided to tell her sister everything about her two ‘companions’. Elena was over the moon as she found out she was being ‘lent’ to Phoebe. Ayla was also deliriously happy to be sharing Debra’s bed.

It turned out for the best for all concerned.

Occasionally, Ayla and Elena swapped over; Debra’s greatest surprise, however, was when the two women slept in their bed and she ended up with Phoebe…!