Aymelek had settled before the sofa, idly wondering if they'd wish to use her as a footstool this night. Her back was aching a bit; as the baby grew in her fertile womb, the pressure it caused on her lower back was merciless. As she lifted her hips helplessly to her Mistress's touch, she couldn't help but respond.<br/><br/><br/>She'd been working for the law firm as a file clerk when she'd first met Mr. Myers; still dewy-eyed and fresh out of college, she remembered the first day she'd shown up at the law offices of Stephens, Johnson & Myers, a day that she would realize was going to change her life forever.<br/><br/><br/>“Mr. Myers, congratulations on the win in court today Sir!” She'd gushed, a scant couple of weeks after she'd started, walking into his office with an armload of thick files, dressed as the epitome of a bookish clerk type. Black closed-toe pumps, a slightly below knee-length knit blue skirt, topped with a simple white cotton blouse. Ayme'd never been one to wear a lot of makeup; before starting work here she'd never bothered with anything more than a bit of lip gloss. Somehow, she felt more professional with it on though; more polished perhaps.<br/><br/><br/>Mr. Myers sat at his desk, going through paperwork and looked up as she stood in the doorway. He was a handsome man; successful, rich, and well kept. Though he was only in his thirties, he'd climbed quickly through the ranks and made partner in near record time at the firm and she was impressed. Everyone in the firm, when she'd first started, had talked about how quickly he'd moved up in the world. Of course his friendship with the mayor didn't hurt that image either.<br/><br/><br/>One late evening, she'd heard Mr. Myers still in his office as she was gathering up her things to head home. “Miss O'Connell, come here please.” She'd stepped in and seen his wife, Tatiana standing near a window, looking outward while he and the mayor sat with snifters of brandy, or maybe cognac. The mayor stood, his glass in hand, walking around her slowly. Ayme tried not to twitch nervously and smiled in what she hoped was a friendly, yet formal manner.<br/><br/><br/>“Miss O'Connell, I have a proposition for you..He began and Ayme had listened, looking to the Myers like this was some kind of joke. She sat slowly in the chair as he began to speak of Derrick and Tatiana Myers, their desire for a child, the necessity of a surrogate and then, in more explicit detail...their lifestyle. Ayme was stunned; was she being punked? She darted a glance around the room, to shadowy corners, then nearly yelped as Tatiana had come up to her, cupping her chin with one hand and tilting it so she could look into her eyes.<br/><br/><br/>Ayme dimly remembered the rest of the night but when she awoke the next day, she had a collar at her throat and was curled up on a pet bed in their bedroom, the monstrous dog of theirs, Prince, curled at the end of their bed. They realized she was awake and from then on, she was ayme, the pet. While Prince was higher up on the food chain, so to speak, ayme was well cared for. They kept her well fed, healthy, and, as the pregnancy with their child progressed, they ensured she had everything she needed for herself and the baby.<br/><br/><br/>She nuzzled Mistress, the blindfold letting no light in at all. She heard Prince's panting breaths, then listened silently to her Mistress telling Master that dinner was ready. She shifted to a more comfortable position, wincing slightly as she got a twinge in her side. She reached up and touched the rings through her nipples, the piercings themselves no longer sore but her breasts feeling swollen, achy. Idly she wondered if she'd be allowed to follow them into the kitchen, should they choose to eat there.