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 workouts have been adjusted to focus more on strength and flexibility.
Given the backgrounds of the women, lots arrived with various addictions. 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 decided to support struggling 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-sufficient. We even managed to bring three older women on board to be counsellors. Clare refers 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 occurs 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 awake 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 massage. Meanwhile, each time I do venture downstairs, there is a slight difference.
My rule of naked unless we have guests has been completely rewritten 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 informs 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 thighs, 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 liked it and with no complaints for me had assumed I liked the look too. Now they have a list of outfits I have approved or disproved 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 pleasurable and relaxing.
Other slaves have also gained their own unique rolls in the house. Two women have started taking medication 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 clit 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 predicament 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 chastity, 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. She also 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 their relationship; 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 straps. 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 sighs 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 behaviour." 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 focus on 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 struggling 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?"
