Thank you to those who have commented on previous works. I am aware by English skills are slightly lacking and am trying to find an editor. If you would be interested in helping, please let me know. For now though, I will do my best to catch my own mistakes. Enjoy.
Almost six months have passed since my friends came over for dinner. After a long phone call the following day, we came to an agreement for Henry and Clare to move into one of the two empty houses next door to the property my new slaves live in. With her help, the support they and those living in my house get has improved. One slave from the training house and two from my house have also since decided to switch courses and try their hand at a more mainstream career.
For those that are left, life has only got more fun. Social inhibitions have become a thing of the past, and each slave has opened up about their desires and hopes. Everyone, which somehow has ended up including Henry, Clare and I, has their own exercise and diet plan. Apparently, there were some complaints regarding my inability to pick up some of the women, so my predominantly running based worksouts have been adjusted to focus more on strength and flexibility.
Given the backgrounds of the women, lots arrived with various additions. Clare found that replacing drugs with forced orgasms soon rewired people’s brains so their immediate thought when they get a craving is that they want sex. After a month under Clare’s control, even the most hooked addict was turned into a horny mess. Clare also liked to point out that these women then worked extra hard in their training as they were then rewarded with orgasms and didn’t take much longer to become well-trained staff.
Thanks to the chaos of the NHS, there is a surplus of nurses and doctors desperate for a change of career. After Clare and my AI assistant struggled to find a straightforward solution to getting an illegal immigrant safe access to medical support, they decideed to support struggle medical workers. Reaching out to those thought to be at the greatest risk of burn out and mental health risks, they set up a charity with some of my money to give the less fortunate access to medical support. Of course, this then allowed the filtering of some medically minded women into our little family.
With around fifty staff now, we are mostly self-suffivet. We even managed to bring three older women on board to be counselors. Clare referers to them as the ‘Ladies’ whilst the other women call them their ‘Mothers’. They live in the remaining staff house, are aware of but not involved in what occurred in the other three houses and have staff clean and cook for them. The biggest change of all though is what goes on in my house. And it’s all thanks to Clare. Apparently, Henry had enjoyed Clare’s antics when They had visited mine all those months ago. So, a few weeks later, they went to an event in London and have been going back every week since.
Through these events, not only has Clare recruited two more submissives, but she has also come across lots of ideas. As I still spend most of my wake hours staring at computer screens, my main interaction with the women in my house are when they bring me food and whoever is under my desk. I’m almost always getting a blowjob or a mass. Meanwhile, each time I do venture downstairs, there is a slight difference.
My rule of naked unless we have guests has been completely rewriteten by Clare. Now, women are wandering around in all sorts of revealing outfits. Some are still naked, some in lingerie, others latex and some in see-through dresses. Jewlery and bondage wear have also become increasingly common. The only remaining rule of mine for them was about being able to move around quietly. So, any heels have fabric soles and bdsm gear have no metal chains.
Like most days, my little blonde pet wakes me up in the morning with a blowjob. Once awake and relieved of one load of my seed, I get up.
“Sir, Clare has requested she joins you for breakfast this morning.” A woman dressed almost entirely in black latex information me.
I look up and down the woman’s body. I can’t tell who is under the attire, only their eyes and breasts are exposed. A little white pinny is wrapped around their waist, covering their crotch. Combined with the white bands on the front of the corset and the frilly bits around the neck, upper arms and tighs, she looks like a very kinky maid.
“Tell her she may join, but fully dressed and professional this time.” I tell the woman.
She turns and walks out of my room, her ass mostly exposed and giving the impression her pussy is too under the apron.
“And I approve of your outfit.” I comment before the woman disappears.
I have had to make sure I let the women know if I particularly like or dislike their outfits, as to begin with they had all started wearing this frilly underwear I couldn’t stand. Turns out Clare likedit and with no complaints for me had assumed I liked the look too. Now they have a list of outfits I have approved or distributed of and any I don’t comment on are allowed but don’t make the encouraged list.
I have a quick shower, get dressed and head downstairs to breakfast, my bitch crawling along behind me. At first, she had been slow and thudded noisily behind me. Now though, her outfit included pads to muffle the noise, and she has become proficient and going quickly, even up and down stairs on her knees and elbows. We don’t even have sex much, she simply follows me around, curls up in her dog bed next to my desk during the day and snuggles against me at night. She’s cute and has mastered the art of waking me up with her mouth in a way that is both pleasant and relaxing.
Other slaves have also gained their own unique rolls in the house. Two women have started taking medicine that has induced lactation and are slightly different versions of a hucow. One loves being objectified and degraded, reduced to nothing more than a source of milk. She is now mounted each morning above a milking machine to provide fresh milk for my breakfast. Her frame has her on her knees, leaning forward with her hair and arms pulled backwards. She is steadily fucked in her ass all through breakfast, a vibe pressed against her pussy and clip which adjusts to ensure she spends the entire time on the edge without ever getting a release. Clare’s truly magical touch on this woman’s prediction is the collar around her neck that will shock her and shut off the vibrator for thirty seconds if any noise other than a “moo” comes from her mouth.
The other woman loves having people sucking her tits and has essentially become a wet nurse for the other women. The woman Clare met the first time she came over and took a disliking too after Henry, Clare’s husband, said she was the most beautiful woman in the room has also got a unique job. After one of the BDSM events they went too,They had a discussion and decided to slightly open their relationship. Clare is now allowed to do what she likes with whomever she chooses, her only requirement is she must tell Henry all about it the next time they’re together.
Henry, however, is only allowed to sleep with Clare and this one slave. As he lives in almost constant chattity, he can only have sex with either of them with Clare’s permission. Part of my deal with Clare was that this woman would become her personal slave. I let the woman have a meeting with Clare before agreeing to this, and she came back incredibly excited. A month in a private medical facility and the woman’s natural milf body has been transformed into that of a complete bimbo.
Although her breasts weren’t particularly sagging, they have been replaced by slightly larger and definitely fake tits. Her ass and lips have been similarly modified. Apparently still in training, the few times I have seen the woman, she is in ever stricter corsets. Shealso has tattooed make-up and on one ass a tattoo saying “Clare’s Sextoy”. Clare has admitted that she is well on her way to making the woman an object.
Her nervous system has also been modified and continues to be so, steadily increasing the woman’s sensitivity to touch, reducing her ability to feel pain and reducing her ability to control her body. Clare and my AI recon she’ll be in a wheelchair within a month or two, and practically paralysed within six months. The only reasons I had visited Clare and Henry’s house has been to check in on the woman, ensuring she knows the long-term consequences of their plan. I haven’t once gotten close to convincing her out of it, instead she made me promise to use her at least a couple of times once she is truly a doll.
“Good morning.” Clare smiles at me as she walks into the dining room.
“Morning, look at you covering almost half of your body with clothes.” I reply.
Ever since Clare and Henry admitted they had opened theirrelationship; Clare has been trying to bed me. Henry thought I wouldn’t last a week, Clare reckoned a month. Here we are, almost two months later and I have still ignored her advances. Last time she had asked to join for breakfast, she was wearing what she said was a bodysuit but was just a couple of strraps. They didn’t even go close to any of the places one would think should be covered when joining a friend for breakfast.
“God you rich white men are all so bloody conservative!” She sights as she tops her coffee up with some of the mooing cow’s milk.
“I do apologise, I hope the inordinate amount of my money you seem to be spending each week on sex toy and lingerie makes up for my outrageous behavior.” I smile as she shrugs her dress off before taking the seat opposite me.
“I have three women who I would like to go through with you.” She tells me, as if she hasn’t just become naked before me.
“What’s going on with them?” I shake my head, forcing myself to focuson my breakfast rather than her chest.
“One is struggling, the other two I simply have ideas for that I would like your opinions on before I pitch it to them.”
“Let’s start with the struggle one.”
“She’s a beautiful but puggy woman, but she is struggling with moving on from her previous life.”
“What’s she left behind?”
“An abusive relationship. She hates herself. Every time she gets something wrong, she tries to self-harm. Makes teaching her challenging but leaving her to rest causes her to spiral and either harm herself or others. I’ve spoken with the Ladies and whilst they are meeting with her daily and we are getting her out for a walk or run each day, we are still needing to keep her in some form of restraint when not supervised.”
“I’ll come over for lunch, have her and some of the Ladies join us. Let’s see if we can come up with a solution she too approves of. What’s about the other two women?”
“They’re twins.” Clare smiles at me, almost bouncing with excitement.
“What?”
“Identical.” She grinins.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Thank you? Fuck me? Bring that ass over here?”
“You did?” I asked her, eyebrow raised.
“Done? We haven’t even started.” She refuges, standing and leaning over the table as she stars at me.
“How new are the twins?” I say, forcing myself to look away as she stands and turn away, swinging her ass as she goes to refill her coffee despite the maids waiting to the side.
“They arrived at the start of the week, so three days. They’ve quickly settled into the standard routine; I explained yesterday the basic rules and goings on of the house. Both of them seemed to light up at my description.”
“Keep it sfw with them for now until I can have a talk with them. I want to sort out a plan for the other woman first though.”
“Of course, Sir. Anything else I can help you with?”
She’s standing above me, one hand behind her back whilst the other holds her coffee mug. Her legs are spread, and chest pushed out showing off her body to me.
“I have a meeting starting soon, that will be all. See you at lunch.”
She saunters out of the room,leaving her dress still on the floor. I can only imagine how Henry will feel in a few minutes when his wife returns naked. I grab another mug of tea and head back upstairs. My bitch, who had curled up at my feet followed. As usual, she takes a detour via the maids standing next to the buffet table who hand feed her as I walk off. I leave my bedroom door ajar knowing she will return to her dog bed in a few minutes. A busty woman is already beneath my desk in pink lace underwear.
A long meeting and an hour of typing later, my feet and calms have been thoroughly massaged, but I was too focused to make use of the woman’s mouth. A maid alerts me that its lunch time, so I head over to Henry and Clare’s house. Although being on my property, it’s still a five-minute winding drive or a fifteen-minut walk. It’s a cold but sunny day so I grab a coat and walk.
KNOCK KNOCK
“Hi Joey.” Henry smiles as he opens the front door.
“Hey, how’s work going?”
“It’s alright, certainly not enjoying it as much as Clare is loving her new job.”
“Yeah, she seems to enjoy spending my money. Perhaps a tad too much.”
“We usually have two women around and they’re always stunning. In a house with more than ten times that, I think you’re doing alright. And you actually get to have fun.” Henry says, barely whispering the last part before opening the door into the open plan kitchen dining room.
“Ahh, his Highness has graced us with his presence. Remind me to tell the girls they need to account for the fact it takes you fifteen minutes to get out of the house.” Clare calls across the room as we enter.
“My apologies, it’s a too nicer day to not walk.”
“Not at all, we have only just arrived ourselves.” One of the Ladies answers.
Given the half-drunk glasses of wine in front of each of them, I doubt that’s the case.
“My apologies though for being late. How are you all doing?”
We catch up, the Ladies never state specifications but give Clare and I hints and suggestions on changes to make in the house. Often its sorting room changes, other times orchestrating one on ones to allow women the opportunity to open up to one of us. There are two maids in the room, each in conservative maid outfits, preparing food and serving us drinks.
“Sorry for interrupting.” An incredibly short woman mumbles by the door. “I was told you wanted to see me, Clare.”
“Yes, please come in.” Clare smiles, waving the woman in and getting up to greet her.
She has a slightly chubby baby face, her mousy brown hair a bit of a mess framing and partially covering her face. Her large chest is obvious despite the jumper that is so oversized her hands are completely covered by its sleeves. She can’t even be five foot, and if it wasn’t for her fierce eyes and large chest, she could be mistaken for a child.
I stay standing to one side, next to Henry, not wanting to rush the nervous woman. Her eyes shift around the room like prey searching for a threat. Our eyes lock before she continues on to Henry. Just as my eyes drop to her outfit, her gaze jumps back to mine.
“Are you up for joining us for lunch?” Clare asks the woman.
Despite seeing a lot of both sides of Clare the last few months, I still struggle to comprehend how she can so easily switch between her dominant and motherly persons.
“Is that him? My owner?” The woman mumbles, her eyes not leaving mine.
“That’s the Master of the house, yes.” Clare confirms, a weak smile on her face as she turns to regard me.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I smile at the small woman, taking a couple of steps towards her but stopping with a couple of meters still between us.
“Why do you want me?” She mumbles.
“I believe I can help you. Offer youthe level of structure and support you need to achieve your potential.”
“I don’t have potential. I failed school and look at me. I’m not even harem material.” She motions at her body, a sob escaping her lips before she clamps her mouth shut.
Her head drops but I can see the tears streaming from her eyes.
“I don’t sleep with all the women who live with me. I sleep with those that I want me to, it isn’t a requirement. As for your potential, that is why I invited you to lunch. I can’t know your potential without knowing you. And I would like to get to know you.” I speak quietly and calmly as I steadily approach the crying woman.
“What happens when you don’t like what you learn?”
“You’re negative, but that question says you can think forward. Did you have an easy home life growing up?” I ask her, dropping to my knees still a foot from her.
“I never knew my dad and my mom was a drink. My brother and I were in and out of juvie, not that my mom ever seemed tonotice or care.”
“So, whilst you failed school, you managed to be your own parent from a young age? Can you look at me a second.” I whisper and am happy to see her tilt her head so her eyes can just about meet mine. “Don’t compare yourself to a normal person, they don’t exist. I don’t care about your school grades, no one here does. I have a woman from Sudan working for me, she never went to school, and only started learning to write a month ago. Just because you haven’t had the opportunity to discover your talents, doesn’t mean you haven’t got any. Understand?”
“Uh hu.” She mumbles, using one of her baggy sleeps to wipe her eyes.
“You got the energy to join us for some food?” I ask her, holding out a hand.
“Ok.” She nods, taking my hand in a cotton covered hand.
We walk together over to the table, and we all take our seats, her between me and one of the Ladies.
“Hey Mother.” She smiles up at the old woman beside her.
“Good afternoon darling,how was yoga this morning?”
As the maids, dressed in our most conservative maid outfits serve lunch, I can’t help but think I’ve created a cult. I’m essentially worshipped, maybe I have made myself a Godlike figure using my money. I’m not an idiot though, I know it will all go wrong at some point, might as well have fun while I can.
I struggle to get the small woman to talk to me again over lunch, her focus either the food before her or the Lady the other side of her. She seems some relaxed though by the end of lunch, so I guess that’s a positive start.
“Thank you for lunch Sir.” She smiles shyly at me, catching completely off-guard.
“You’re welcome. I would love to continue getting to know you, over lunch or a walk. I’ll be here this time next week, but you’re welcome to talk to Clare if you would like to meet me sooner.” I stop what I was about to say as I notice she looks like she is fighting to say something.
“Could we walk now?” She mumbles, her eyes immediately focusing on her feet after she finishes speaking.
“Of course. Go grab a warm coat and some shoes, I’ll meet you by the door.” I smile, impressed with her bravery.
“Can I have a quick word.” Henry whispers in my ear once the petite woman has curried out of the room.
“Sure, what’s up?” I ask him.
He doesn’t say anything, only lead me out of the room after the small woman. I say a quick thank you and goodbye to the Ladies before glancing at Clare. My words die in my mouth as she winks and nods for me to go after her husband. She clearly knows what he has to say, so I go after him.
“What?” I ask as I close the door behind me, leaving us alone in the entrance hall.
He stands there for a minute, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“I need you to fuck my wife.” He finally lets out in a single, rushed breath.
“What?”
“Joey, please don’t make me say it again.” He pleads.
“Why?”
“Because its…”
“Not that, why do you want me to, you know…” I interrupt him.
“Ha, uhhh… She won’t, you know, with me until you do. I have been teased every morning and evening for a month. All I can taste is her, all I can think about is her. I know the effects aren’t permanent, but my cock’s already noticeably smaller, man. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.” He looks geniunly scared as he pleads with me.
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