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."