Yesterday, had been an interesting day. Morgan had witnessed the punishments of both Cassie and Alexis for their failures at the office, and Morgan had been left to simply observe and enjoy, bathing in the success of her own sexually satisfying endeavors with the staff and in being in the Master's favour for it. Alexis, small and petite, had been strapped down onto the four-legged wooden stile in the sex den and had one of the fucking machines set up behind her, pounding her for a fair few hours. Where as Cassie had been whipped by the master, and by the end of the day was covered in welts and bruises.
Morgan had enjoyed her sister slaves receiving punishment, but had no illusions that it had made her the favourite. Indeed, it had not been her bell this morning that had summoned her to the Master's bedroom. The noise had awoken her, but the Master had new toys to play with, and she had subsequently gone back to sleep, idly musing on what she might do that day.
At an appropriate time, she arose and dressed into her uniform of the day (which consisted simply of two thin leather straps tied above and below her breasts, and a thong) and went downstairs for breakfast. She found her usual mango waiting for her on the table, for the Master controlled what they ate and was very careful about her putting on any weight, and she sat down, picked up her spoon and started on it. Not long after, Cassie entered, looking smug, if not a little pained, as she sat down at the top end of the table.
"Still not calling for you in the morning, eh Morgan?" She preened, almost purred in satisfaction, before inhaling quickly with glee as her breakfast was placed down in front of her. A full english, and a muffin.
This ample breakfast rather than Cassie's snide remark caused Morgan to raise an eyebrow, stowing away the frown of jealousy as she poked her own mango with her spoon. Morgan was lean, whereas Cassie was already soft and doughy, with ample thighs and breasts and a hanging stomach, so if either of them should be eating a mango, it shouldn't have been Morgan. "Nice breakfast Cassie. He feeding you up?"
Cassie picked up her muffin and began buttering it, her smirk sitting on her a little more broadly. "The Master has asked that I gain some weight. I suppose he's sick of fucking little sticks. They break and cant take what he's giving."
Morgan returned to her mango, then felt ridiculous for being jealous. She didn't even like bacon. Alexis arrived not long after, and sat down opposite Morgan, treated to the same breakfast as her, and there they sat in an awkward silence for ten minutes, at which point the Master himself joined them. He brought his paper with him, sat down at the head and started on his own breakfast.
"Well my girls, I've got some big news."
Morgan sat upstraight and craned her neck down to the end of the table, listening avidly. While she found his ways unsatisfying, she still craved his attention and goodwill. Alexis followed suit, and Cassie even put down her fork.
"I mentioned when I brought you two new girls in that I wished to have a Head Slave. Well, after observing the three of you in the recent days I have decided on whom that shall be." He paused. The other two girls looked excited and a little eager, but Morgan remained wary; while yes, she should have been considered the best of the three in the last week, she highly doubted it would be her. As such, she remained cautious of the likely disappointment approaching her.
"I'm naming Cassandra as my new Head Slave." The words came in, and Cassie squealed with joy, whereas Alexis' face dropped and her head drooped down. Morgan felt the disappointment wash over her, but also a tinge of relief. Without the burden of being the head slave, she could always pursue other things around the house. "Now," he continued, picking up his cup of tea and nodding at Cassie, "This means a new collar for you Cassie, and your things will be moved to the Mistress' bedroom adjacent to mine."
He paused, took another sip, then turned to his other two slaves. "Now for you girls, this means a few things. First off, when I am not present, you will follow Cassandra's orders. Secondly, don't be too disappointed Alexis. It was a tough choice, but she took her punishment a little better than you did. Now, I'm going to take you both into town, so go and get ready. Morgan, if you could stay please."
The two girls got up and left, Cassie with a little more joy and bounce in her step. Once they were gone, he turned to Morgan and put his tea down. "I know what you're thinking Morgan." She froze, having been daydreaming about Forbes possibly pressing her to the wall and fisting her, and refocused on the table. "Yes, you have done exactly as I have asked, not been punished, and excelled in every task. But I'm still bored of you. I thought about selling you on, or putting you in charge of the staff, but I'm not through deciding yet."
Morgan could only nod, feeling his words in her stomach, icing over and creeping under her skin. "Yes Master."
"But you're still an excellent slave and while we're out, I have a task for you." He finished off his tea and stood up. "The gentleman who comes to take care of Claire is unable to, and given your performance on the rest of the staff, I hoped you would do it instead. There's a courier bringing something to help you with this, but he wont be arriving for a while. So, take some time to yourself until he arrives."
