White Sheets - 1. Welcome to Harlaney House

"Welcome to Harlaney House." Nothing about Mistress Therese's demeanor indicated this was a warm welcome. She wore her usual blue-gray business dress, her mousy brown hair pinned up, and her typical stern expression was on her face. The only spot of color on her was the orange and red frame of her glasses.

One of the two students looked like she was about to return the greeting, but Mistress Therese was already continuing to speak.

"The house and its rules have a long tradition, and I'll say it first: if you don't abide by them, you'll have to leave."

"Yes, Miss." said the two young women in chorus.

Remy, standing a little apart with his hands clasped behind his back, had to suppress a smile. In that respect, his mistress's demeanor was quite useful, for it deterred.

"The ground floor is mostly closed off or general space. The second floor is absolutely forbidden. Anyone caught there must leave- there is no warning. The first floor contains your rooms. With the exception of your personal bedrooms, the slaves tend to order and cleanliness there. They wash, clean and cook for the entire household. If you need someone to take you somewhere by car, that can be arranged." Mistress Therese paused, the two young women nodded, and she continued: "In my house, as in almost all student houses, no personal slaves are allowed. If you don't want to spend your money on prostitutes, you can ask my slaves, but with conditions: they must give their consent, always with condoms and never with toys."

The girl with the blonde curls- Jay? Joy?- made a puzzled face, but kept her mouth shut, while the other girl dropped her pinched expression and looked with interest at Remy.

He smiled politely. For these rules alone, he loved his mistress. Being allowed to say no felt incredibly good, even after all these years.

While Flavius and Marc brought in the luggage of the two newcomers, Mistress Therese continued with her explanations. When she finally ended, she nodded gravely.

"I sincerely hope that we can all live together in harmony. Marc and Flavius will take your luggage upstairs, Remy will show you to the two rooms available, you can work it out between yourselves as to who takes which."

"Thank you, Miss Harlaney." the curly-haired girl said dutifully, and Remy indicated a bow.

"Oh, and Remy, make sure Bella is awake and remembers her appointment this afternoon."

"Yes, Mistress." He nodded and allowed himself a fine smile, for Bella was so incredibly dreamy and scatterbrained that it seemed like a miracle to them all that she had gotten this far in her studies.

Still on the stairs, the curly-haired girl cleared her throat. "So, Remy... you guys are available to us?"

It was the worst possible first sentence in Remy's eyes, but he nodded. "Yes, miss. In the conditions mentioned."

"Joy." she said, amused.

"Yes, miss."

"No, I mean that's my name."

"Yes, miss."

The other girl gave an annoyed sigh. "My name is Keira."

"Welcome to Harlaney House." He knew what especially Joy was getting at, and accordingly it was almost fun to avoid her.

"You can just say Joy."

"I'm sorry, miss, but that's not in keeping with my mistress's rules of courtesy." Having reached the top of the stairs, he stepped aside. "There to the left are the two rooms already occupied by Miss Bella and Miss Sarah, there to the right are two rooms for you. Because of the bathroom, you will have to arrange in pairs." Everything else regarding the rooms, the common room and the large library had already been said by Mistress Therese. "If you have any questions, your housemates can certainly help you, otherwise Mistress Therese and Mistress Ellen are at your disposal, and of course we slaves." He smiled politely and indicated a bow.

Keira nodded simply and stepped aside as Flavius and Marc came up with the second load of luggage.

"My question was about something else, Remy," Joy said, again with that amused undertone he didn't like. "You are available to us in the bedroom?"

"Under the stated conditions, miss," he repeated.

"This no-toys rule... does it apply only to you boys or to ourselves as well?"

"You'll have to ask Mistress Therese about that, miss." For his part, this made him certain that he had no desire whatsoever to serve Joy. He was not comfortable with this type of woman, and although first impressions did not have to be the right ones, they were formative.

"What time is lunch?" Keira interjected, clearly uncomfortable with the subject.

"Around one o'clock down in the dining room. By arrangement, Cain can put something on hold for you, leave you out of the planning, or pack a lunch for the university lunch break."

"Sounds good. Dinner? Breakfast?"

"Dinner around seven or later, breakfast by individual preference."

"Wonderful." Keira smiled contentedly, then nudged Joy. "Let's go look at the rooms."

Joy nodded and Remy sighed soundlessly before turning in the opposite direction.

"Miss Bella..." He knocked on Bella's door, hoping she was already awake. Sure, it was still summer vacation, but in this last week, most students already had appointments. "Miss Bella." He knocked again and heard something rumbling.

"Oh, damn..."

A smile crept onto his face and it widened as a disheveled Bella opened for him. "Good morning, miss. I'm supposed to remind you about your appointment this afternoon."

"Appointment?" She was very obviously not quite awake yet, even though it was almost noon.

"With Professor Sand, I think. You should check your schedule," he suggested gently, and she nodded.

"Are the new ones here already?"

"Just looking at their rooms."

"How are they?"

"Clean and tidy, same as always." He got an annoyed pat to the chest in return, which he took with a grin. "I've only been talking to them for five minutes, so I'll keep my first impressions to myself."

"Will you serve them?" Now Bella was awake, a disparaging look sparkling in her dark eyes. Or maybe it was jealousy.

"I'll abide by my own rules, miss. For the first two weeks, it's always a big no for the newcomers." He tilted his head at his words, but as serious as he meant them, he couldn't hold back the smile when she looked at him skeptically. "You know me by now, don't you?"

She sighed. "Yes. Yes, I do." A little roughly- more possessively- she grabbed him by the T-shirt and pulled him down to kiss him.

"Good morning, Bell." he murmured, smiling. He liked Bella, maybe a little too much, but just having this opportunity filled him with deep satisfaction.

"Are you available tonight?" she wanted to know as he straightened up and smoothed his shirt.

"You should ask Mistress Therese that. Otherwise, anytime, miss." He gave her a smile and then turned away to attend to his other duties. He really hoped that Mistress Therese didn't need him today, because serving Bella was something he did with pleasure. It was her last year at the university, and he was already wondering which of them it would hurt more when she left Harlaney House next summer.

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"Now that's what I call a welcome."

Remy, balancing on the edge of the bathtub, looked up.

Mistress Ellen, the wife of his actual mistress and matriarch Therese, stood in the bathroom doorway with her hands on her hips. Her clothes were sticking to her body from sweat and her white-blond short hair was sticking out in all directions. "Really, Tessy, I was going to lecture you about still not taking care of the car, but..." Her voice trailed off and Remy lowered his eyes back to the real problem: his mistress' hair.

"Ellen, please, not so loud... I'm trying to relax," Mistress Therese replied softly. She was sprawled out naked on a towel-padded wooden couch, her head resting on the edge of the tub, and Remy was busy washing her long hair.

Mistress Ellen snorted. "What a welcome. I've been gone two weeks and this is how I'm greeted?"

Mistress Therese sighed, angled her legs, then spread them. "I'm naked, I'm willing- what more do you want?"

After a sound of outrage that was not very convincingly outraged, Mistress Ellen stomped out.

Unimpressed, Remy continued to massage Mistress Therese's scalp, who opened her eyes briefly, and winked at him. He gave her a smile. Therese Harlaney may have seemed like a cold woman on the outside, but Great Mother, things were hot in his mistresses' bedroom.

And not only there. Mistress Ellen proved that by returning- now naked as well. "Tessy, we need to talk."

"M-hm, why don't you use your mouth a little more appropriately than wasting it on useless words?"

Remy stifled a smile and carefully wiped away a flake of foam that had strayed onto his mistress's forehead.

"Is that what you always tell your students?" Mistress Ellen purred, sitting down at the bottom of the couch and then sliding her hands from her wife's feet upward.

"Oh please! The young darlings hardly know their own anatomy. They couldn't lick a slave's dick if their lives depended on it."

"Suck, sweetie, with men you say suck."

"Oh, whatevaaah!"

Remy merely saw it out of the corner of his eye, but Mistress Ellen now proceeded to put her mouth to good use, as had been suggested to her. He, on the other hand, proceeded to rinse the foam from Mistress Therese's hair. This was proving increasingly difficult insofar as his mistress was first squirming and secondly grasping his wrist for support as he tried to shield her eyes from the water.

"E-Ellen... oh!"

Now he did glance at Mistress Ellen, who winked at him and shrugged at the same time as Professor Harlaney's pale flesh twitched and trembled between them.

The jolt that ran through her body when she finally came with a yelp almost caused Remy to lose his balance and fall into the tub- instead, he let go of the showerhead to seek his own footing now, splashing them all with warm water.

"Apologies, mistress," he mumbled sheepishly. Not apologizing felt worse to Mistress Therese than being interrupted during lovemaking.

He promptly got his cheek patted with a trembling hand- nothing about what was happening was anything new or out of the ordinary.

"So, sweetie..." Mistress Ellen straightened up and gave Remy another wink, "how about we go to bed and I finally get my well-deserved welcome?"

Mistress Therese merely groaned.

"Welcome home, Mistress." Remy said instead and turned off the water, smiling honestly at Mistress Ellen. For years he had hated his home, for years he had searched for a home. Here at Harlaney House, with these two mistresses, he had found it.

Mistress Ellen laughed. "Thank you, Remy." She stood up and helped him rise from his uncomfortable position on the edge of the tub, then pressed a sticky kiss to his cheek. "It's good to be back with my lovelies."