Morgan fidgetted in the back seat of the car, checking her watch for the thirteenth time in the last two minutes, urging the car faster as she peered out the window again. A joyous "Oh!" left her mouth as the house had appeared into view. Still, she was late. Today was the day of the choosing. The Master had taken her aside and informed her that he would be taking on two new slaves, and that things were certainly to change in the house. He had sent her on an errand as the five finalists had begun arriving, to pick up a package for him from town, and she had been caught behind a tractor on her way back out.
Barely allowing the car to stop, she leapt out of the car, her feet taking her away with her shopping bags as soon as her heels touched the gravel, with a nod to the driver, "Thanks Edwards." The driver, whom had gotten out to open her door, tipped his hat to her with a quiet "Ma'am" then got back into the car to return it to the garage.
Taking the steps quickly, she pushed her way through the double doors, again beating the butler to it and mumbled an apology as she rocketed through the foyer. However, as she approached the large double doors to the lounge, she slowed down, actually reaching a halt as she took in a breath and composed herself, before opening them quietly and sliding through.
"You are six minutes late, my dear Morgan." The voice came from the otherside of a large chair, its owner not turning around to see her. His attention was pointed fixedly on the five women knelt on the floor around his chair, each wearing only panties and stockings.
"My many apologies Master. There was traffic..." she began, mumbling and fixating on the floor, however he cut her off with a wave of his hand.
"Nevermind, we shall deal with that later. Now," he stood up, looking over the various women surrounding him. Morgan eyed each of them up jealously, comparing their breasts, hair, complexion to her own, still bitter that her master wished for more than her. "Which of these deserves to be my new slaves?"
"None sire," She smiled, sharply and almost haughtily, "None of these whores look even remotely fit to serve you."
The Master couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to stroke Morgan's cheek briefly. "Ah, and the rivalry begins. My clever little Morgan. I'm most looking forward to watching you girls fight between yourselves." He looked back at the other girls, "However, you must not lie to your master." And with that, he slapped her. Hard enough to teach her a lesson, however not hard enough to bring tears into her eyes. She acknowledged her punishment with a nod, saying nothing more. She knew he had already chosen.
He grew bored of the women surrounding him, and dismissed three of them, letting the staff deal with their removal from his house, just leaving his new two new girls in front of him. He had tested each one thoroughly in Morgan's absence, and grinned fondly on the experience, before he remembered for what he had sent Morgan away. "Morgan, bring them to me."
Opening her bag, she pulled out two wooden boxes, and with one in each hand she walked over to him, kneeling down next to him and offering them up for him. In turn, he opened each box, revealing two black collars, both sisters of the collar around Morgan's neck, which he then placed around the necks of each of the new girls. "So girls, you have taken my collar, and are now my property. I'll run through introductions and what this entails in a moment, but first, we have a matter to deal with."
With that, he turned again to Morgan, still kneeling next to him. "Pull your dress down." Morgan, with a little shame, realised that her lateness was now to be dealt with, and pushed the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, then pushed her light summer dress down around her waist, leaving her breasts nude and open. "Alexis, pass me the whip from the mantle".
One of the new slaves, a petite brunette, scrambled up and went over to the mantle piece, grabbed the big bull whip and brought it over for her new master. He took it and swished it in the air briefly, testing its balance. "Six minutes late whore. You think my time is so easily wasted?" He struck out at her breasts, hitting her three times in quick succession on the nipple of her right breasts. Morgan began to yell at the first strike, yet stifled it, still ashamed to have slipped up so seriously infront of the new girls. The second three came down hard on her left breast, leaving both her nipples stinging and sore, but as he lifted the whip again, she realised he was not done.
"Lift up your dress." She complied immediately, her cunt now revealed from under the dress, as she remained kneeling on the floor. She quickly moved her legs apart for him, and tensed, as the whip smacked against her wide open cunt, flinching and letting out a low squeal. He only struck her once, then threw the whip onto the nearby sofa, and left her holding up her dress with her tits out.
"Alright, as my slaves, I expect you to be in a constant state of attempting to gain my favour. The most successful will gain the place of my head slave, however that position is very fluid. My Morgan here has an advantage over you both, given she knows what I like and how I like it. However, she also has a giant gaping cunt, and I have used her over and over, so you two are advantageous in being fresh and exciting." He sat back down at this, beckoning for Morgan, whom had gone a little red as the girls giggled quietly and pointedly at her, to come and kneel in front of him with the other two girls. "Now, we have entered into a deal here. The rules are as follows: you do as I say. I'm not known for urinating or defacating on or in my property, so that shouldn't worry you, however I will use you all as toys for my amusement. In return for this service, I shall provide for you, food, shelter, clothes, whatever nescessities you may require: in addition, a payment will be made monthly into an account, which you will be given access to once you're time as a slave has come to an end."
The Master then leant back in his chair, closing his eyes and waving them away with his hands. "Morgan, show them around. Get them dressed."
