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The girls and I got all the cold and frozen food put away. The rest of the groceries would be fine for a day or two sitting in the back of the truck in the garage. I gave them a tour of the house. All six rooms took about a minute. I got the big fireplace in the lounge going, and the house slowly warmed up.
Pussy asked, "Master, please don't be mad. You've been good to us, and we like you a lot. But I have a few questions please?"
"Sure, what do you want to know?"
"Master, slaves sleep in cages. Where are our cages? Can we have a blanket in our cages? Please? And will you make us wash outside in the winter? Please don't make us? If you leave us at home alone, where are your chains? Our old master would always chain us up if he had to leave us alone."
"Pussy, I don't have any cages! You don't have to sleep in a cage anymore! I won't chain you up! I'm helping you by letting you stay with me. I'm not keeping you prisoner! There is no other good place for you to stay around here, but if you really want to leave, you can. You can bathe or shower in the bathroom. Getting wet outside in the winter is awful! You can get frostbite, or even die!"
"Master, how many men a day do you want us to fuck? You bought us a lot of clothes, and at home slaves are always naked. You must want us to go out and fuck lots of men so you can get money, since you got us all those clothes, right, master?"
I was speechless and shocked.
"If we don't bring you money, you won't want to keep us. Our old master always said if we didn't bring in enough money, he would throw us away, and we would die alone! How can we get you money, so you won't make us leave, master?"
"NO! I would never make you do that! You are NOT whores anymore! You don't have to give me anything. I'm trying to be a friend and help you."
She sat on the floor, started to cry with a big smile on her face, and hugged my knees. "Sorry master! Thank you for being so good to us master!"
The other girls were all smiling widely and were about to cry from happiness.
I asked them, "So what do you want for dinner?"
They were all silent for a long time.
"Well, what do you want?"
Butt spoke up, "Sorry master, but slaves eat what they are given. Their master decides."
I sighed loudly. I was getting frustrated with all this 'master' stuff. I said, "If one of you doesn't decide, tonight you get pickles and mustard. Pick something!"
They followed the rules.
I put two pickles and a spoonful of mustard on each of their plates, and made myself a big bowl of chicken soup with a moose meat sandwich. I showed the girls my meal. "I know what I want, so I get this." I put the plates on the table. The girls sat on the floor, looking up at their unappetizing meal.
"Well, come eat!"
"Sorry, but master, slaves always eat with their bowl or plate on the floor. And slaves may not use furniture unless commanded to."
"Fine!" I put their plates on the floor. They still wouldn't eat. I finished my sandwich.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"Sorry master, we can't eat dinner until after our confession and punishment at 7 o'clock. It's only 6:40."
"I am ordering the four of you as your master, eat your damn pickles and mustard! You're adults, or nearly adults. How difficult is it, to just eat a freakin meal!"
They left the plates on the floor, leaned over, and ate without using their hands. I could tell they were far less than happy with the flavors.
When I finished eating and left the table, Mouth picked up my bowl, put it on the floor, and started licking it clean. Pussy did the same with my plate, but only got a few crumbs of bread.
"What are you doing?"
"Master, after the master finishes a meal, the slaves may clean the master's bowl or plate, one per slave, starting with the smallest slave first."
Pussy said, "Master, it's time for confessions and punishment, then inspection. Please master."
I let out a big sigh. "What are the rules about confession, inspection, and punishment?"
Butt recited the rules. "Master, at 7pm each night, each slave will confess any times during the day they broke the rules. They will also confess all the times they wanted to break the rules. Then the slave is punished, by spanking, whipping, or other methods the master may choose. After punishment, the slave kneels on the floor nude with her face down and ass up, presenting herself for inspection. The master inserts a finger into his choice of her vagina, asshole, or both, and may smell, taste, or play with her as desired. After inspection, the other slaves tell of any rules the slave broke but did not confess. Those are punished at least three times as severely, and the slave reporting the violation gets a reward. During confession, the slave may tell her master her preferences and likes or dislikes, but at other times she may not unless ordered to."
I was getting annoyed. "That's stupid! Besides the bathroom craziness, you four behave better than most people I know."
"Master, please! We can't go to sleep until after confession, punishment, and inspection!
"Fine! Slaves, remove all your clothes. Put them by the washing machine downstairs, then come back."
Seeing their boobs bounce as my four young ladies walked up the stairs naked was very nice. Maybe being a master wasn't all bad.
"Ass, start your confession."
Other than begging to suck me at the store earlier, Ass spoke for the first time of the day and said, "Master, I did not break any rules today. I wanted to break the rule about master choosing the slaves' food. I hate mustard. I wanted to give the master a blowjob, but you told me not to."
I asked, "What would your old master usually give as punishment for that?"
Butt said, "Two swats with the hose whip."
"Do you know how to make a hose whip?"
Butt answered, "Yes master, you cut two pieces of garden hose as long as your arm and wrap tape around the ends."
"Butt, there's an old garden hose in the garage next to the workbench and tape hanging up near it. Go make one and bring it here."
Butt was in the garage and thought, "When I told him about the whip and didn't mention the sandpaper, he didn't say anything. Maybe he doesn't know! The sandpaper on the end makes it hurt so much worse! I'll leave it off, and maybe he won't notice."
The next day, I would find a piece of coarse sandpaper on the workbench and think, "Sandpaper goes over by the table saw. That's weird." I put it away.
In the living room, Ass still faced the floor and looked a little worried.
"What are the other ways your old master would punish you?"
Mouth said, "He would hit us with a cane, a flyswatter, a wooden ruler, or a frying pan."