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I woke up in a fit, smothered in between a pair of breasts, held tightly in place by one person, with my back to another.

At first I thought Mama Kelly or Anne had gotten her hands on me in their sleep again, and Grace had her back to me until I managed to pry myself loose.

Once free of the mysterious person's grasp, I sat up, and got a better view of the situation. The room was dark, and I couldn't really make out anything in great detail, being reliant on the city lights to provide what light they could through the thin curtains.

A giant black girl I didn't remember the name of had been the one holding me tightly, while Master had been behind me. Still tired, the girl I couldn't remember the name of rolled over while she mumbled something I couldn't understand, and started cuddling with another woman who had been on her other side. I in turn, moved over to my master's side, and squirmed my way under his arm. Now used to me, he only shifted slightly, and I fell asleep with my head on his broad shoulder and chest as his arm rested on my side.

Some time later, I heard the sound of running water, and a couple of voices softly speaking next to me. I groaned and instinctively tried to fall back asleep, moving a bit as I tried to get more comfortable in my half-asleep state. I heard a female voice I couldn't put a name to chuckle softly.

"She's adorable when she's sleeping," the female voice said, "how long have you had her?"

"Only a month, maybe a bit longer than that." Master replied softly as he stroked my hair. "She wasn't even trained or anything. Just fresh from the breeder, poor girl."

"And she's already this attached to you? Lucky." The female voice said, "Honesty took three months to get that comfortable with anyone but my mother and her sister, and she was my best friend before I got her."

A second female voice entered the room, and made no attempt to be particularly quiet or soft about it. "Mistress, Mister Petersen, the bath is ready." She said.

I slowly opened my eyes, but made no effort to roll over and see who the other voices were. I was too comfortable and secure in my position, and master usually liked to stay like this for a while in the morning.

"Thank you again for letting me use it." The first female voice said, "I'm just so stiff for the rest of the day otherwise."

"It's fine." Master said softly, before moving into his normal tone as he pinched my butt, "Rise and shine sleepyhead, it's bath time!"

I sat up fairly quickly, and rubbed my eyes. Usually I only got to soak in the bath once or twice a week, with Grace, Anne, and sometimes Mama Kelly, and I just showered twice a day for the rest of the week (a luxury for someone who used to only get three minutes of hot water a day.) I'd never gotten to bathe with my master before, even if it was with other women.

After Master had gotten up, found his pants, and unlocked my collar and then Honesty's, the two of us helped Miss Rebecca up and out of bed. She then staggered in a painful and stiff looking way into the shower.

It was only after I'd washed Miss Rebecca's back in the shower that I realized Master had yet to join us in the bathroom. I leaned out to look into the bedroom, and I noticed that he wasn't there either. I couldn't help but pout about his rejection of me, while Honesty and Miss Rebecca laughed.

As Honesty and I took turns washing each other's difficult places in the shower, Miss Rebecca took some time to soak and gawk at the size of the bathtub. I knew it wasn't as large as the one downstairs at home, but I didn't want to say anything.

After we had finished washing up, we joined Miss Rebecca in the actually fairly tight for three people bathtub for a morning soak. "So Honesty, did you have fun last night? It's the first time we've had someone small enough for you, and you did make some adorable noises." Miss Rebecca said with a thin, knowing smile on her face.

Looking over to my left, I saw Honesty avoid eye contact with her mistress as she blushed. "Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed last night." Honesty said. "It would've been nicer if you hadn't tied me to the bed. I thought you were planning something worse.

"Of course not. I just didn't want you to accidentally crush the poor boy." Miss Rebecca laughed before she focused in on me. "As for you Marie, I saw what you were doing last night." Miss Rebecca said as she crawled towards me, "You're just a little slut who has her master wrapped around her little finger. How many nights a week do you two do it?"

"Four or five." I replied nervously as I tented my index fingers above the surface of the bathwater, I could feel myself blushing as I remembered some of the more fun times. I glanced to my side, and noticed that Honesty was now looking out the window, and just seemed unsurprised by her mistress' behavior.

Miss Rebecca was immediately thereafter atop me, hand laying on my mound, and I could feel her running her fingers over my labia. "Well, you certainly can't seem to get enough of him, can you?" Miss Rebecca said with a smile, "Or is it that you can't get enough sex in general? Do you play with other girls?"

I blushed. "I wasn't allowed to at the facility, though my sisters and I did experiment a bit. Now, Grace or Anne will push me down there when Mama Kelly is sleeping with Master's parents, and Master wants to sleep alone, or if they're just bored during the day." I said, as Miss Rebecca's thumb and forefinger found my clit, and began playing with it, while I tried to ignore the sensation. "I think Master knows, but he probably considers it part of my duties. I really prefer when it's Master though. He's so gentle and kind compared to them, and he smells so good."

"You really are such a dutiful little slave girl." Miss Rebecca said as she continued to play with my clit, "You're certainly enthusiastic, and you're definitely in love with your master. I just wonder if you're ready to share him with others."

I felt something drop in my stomach as I realized what the brunette woman in front of me said. "If, If I have to," I said as I looked away from Miss Rebecca and Honesty, "I will."

Then, Honesty, sensing the mood, spoke. "Mistress, you only have a couple hours left before you need to be in class," she said, as she looked towards her now surprised mistress, "and I know how you feel when you've taken your medication on an empty stomach. Go eat something while you can."

At that Miss Rebecca swore, as she shot out of the tub, and started to dry off, with Honesty following shortly behind her, intent on helping her mistress.

After those two left the room, I found myself alone in the tub, and I took the chance to finish myself off before I got out, once again returning to a fantasy of it just being Master, myself, and a can of whipped cream.

After drying off, and setting the tub to drain, I walked out into the kitchen to get something for breakfast.

Miss Rebecca and Honesty were sitting around the breakfast bar in the same clothes they'd had on yesterday, drinking a cup of coffee each, and were eagerly waiting for Jimmy to finish up with the heaping pile of scrambled eggs he'd been making. Grace, already in her uniform, was sitting next to them, with her usual breakfast of a bagel and coffee.

I looked around a bit and found Master asleep in his pajamas on the couch, while Master's sister, my sister and the baby were likely still in the master suite. So, with nothing better to do, I put on an apron, and poured a cup of coffee before I walked over to Master's place on the couch, placing the cup on the table.

I gently poked his shoulder, and tried a couple other ways to wake him up, before I gave up and blew in his ear.

Master awoke with a jolt, and looked around for a bit before halfway glaring at me. "Good morning Master," I said in a particularly cheerful tone, and he just sighed.

I then handed him his cup of coffee, and left him to drink it as I returned to the kitchen.

Jimmy looked at me. "Aren't you supposed to be wearing your uniform?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

I looked down, and realized that I was naked. I then looked back at Jimmy, and noticed that Miss Rebecca and Honesty were staring at me. "I'll put it on after breakfast." I said, "Master might like it after he wakes up." With that, I went into the fridge, and poured myself a glass of grapefruit juice before starting to plate up Master's breakfast while I hummed a song I'd heard the day before. I really did like that I could just skim fresh food like that without any comment.

Miss Rebecca then turned to Honesty and spoke. "Why don't you ever do that for me?"

"Mistress, we live in a dorm room." Honesty said, "I can't do something like that without ruining your reputation, and giving everyone else a free show."

"You really are no fun." Miss Rebecca said, before turning to Jimmy and Grace. "Does Marie do that often?"

"I don't know about Marie," Jimmy said as he pushed the finished eggs into a serving tray, "but Janice just doesn't put anything other than panties on before ten if she can help it."

Grace sighed before she spoke. "Marie 'forgets' her clothes a couple of times a week." Grace paused, taking a sip of her coffee before continuing. "Steven definitely enjoys it, as does my Master, who has been trying to get Mama to do it as well."

"Your master? But isn't he your..." Miss Rebecca said, letting the question trail off as she was presented with a plate of scrambled eggs and a bagel.

As I was preparing a plate for Master, I heard Grace's reply. "Yes, my master is my father," she said, "he's doing it more to get a rise out of my mistress and mother than anything else."

"Well, you know, I'm sure the young mistress and Rupert would be quite appreciative if you did it as well." Jimmy said as I hunted through the drawers for flatware and a tray, "You might want to start doing it over here before you swell up too much to do it, or have all the loose skin and stretch marks those two have."

I took Master's breakfast over to his seat on the couch as the two continued their conversation, while Honesty ignored the trio's conversation, instead finishing off her breakfast.

My sister ended up emerging shortly after I had given Master his breakfast, holding her child on her hip, and as Jimmy had said, wearing nothing but a pair of obnoxiously green panties, much to Grace's displeasure. Constance was apparently still miserable and hung over from the night before.

Eventually Jimmy managed to coax Constance out of bed, and got some food in her. Master finally woke up enough to get dressed and showered, before driving Miss Rebecca to campus and then he went back to the store to get a desk, leaving Honesty here with us.

The rest of the morning passed more or less uneventfully. Constance had fallen back asleep after she'd eaten. Janice had fed her daughter, afterwards helping me with the dishes. Jimmy and Grace kept an eye on things or did spot cleaning, as Honesty enjoyed being able to relax for the first time in what was apparently a long time.

By mid-morning we'd run out of things to do, and I'd found time to get dressed, so we were mostly just sitting around in the nursery. Honesty and Grace were in a couple of chairs, while the baby slept in the crib, and my now-clothed sister had fallen asleep on the couch with her head in my lap. Jimmy, sensing that this was going to be "girl talk" had decided to remain in the living room.

Judging by the look on Grace's face, I wished I had joined him.

Grace was the first to start this line of conversation, taking us away from lighter topics, a look of discomfort evident on her face. "When I look at Janice, I can't help but feel jealous of her." Grace said, "She has everything I've ever wanted, and everything I'd ever be able to have, and yet I just have to sit here and watch her enjoy everything."

"So that's why you're so clingy." Honesty replied, looking entirely unamused. "You're trying to mark your territory."

"It's really not right." Grace said crying, "She came out of nowhere, and yet she gets to use the crib, and sleep with my sister and Jimmy, and do everything I was supposed to do, and I'm supposed to act like I'm okay with this? My future master, the man I had resigned myself to serving and having the children of, seems more interested in her and her child than anything else when he's over here."

Honesty and I sighed. I felt legitimately sorry for Grace, but I still couldn't help the fact that I found this incredibly grating. I put as nice a smile as I could on as I prepared to comfort her yet again. I looked over and noticed that Honesty was now frowning.

"Of course he's interested in them." Honesty said angrily, as I felt my sister's head move in my lap, "He paid good money for them, got engaged so that he was sure they would be well cared for, and he's rightfully worried about how they're fitting in to the previous situation. It doesn't mean you, the little houseborn bitch you are, happen to be losing out on anything. I mean look at how Jimmy actually looks at Janice, and for that matter, Marie, he's definitely not attracted to either of them."

Grace now looked furious, and was about to speak before my sister interrupted her. "I know how you feel about me." Janice said, as she sleepily removed her head from my lap and sat up next to me, "I never wanted to take anything from you. I like you, I want to be friends with you, and I want to see you be happy. The day I held my Katerina for the second time was the day I'd achieved more than I thought I ever would be allowed to, and as long as I can watch her grow up I'll be content with my lot, even if my master puts me aside."

Grace still looked angry, and her voice picked up. "How is that possible?" Grace replied, "How can you knowingly be despised by someone and yet still want to like them and to be friends with them? How could you be content with being put aside?"

"Because I'll do anything for my Master and my daughter." My sister replied, seriousness evident in her voice even if I still heard the gentle tone she had always used for me and our sisters. "After all, he's the man who has let me raise my daughter."

Grace just looked even more confused, and didn't say anything before Honesty sighed. "It's something Houseborn can't understand. The three of us are grateful to our masters for things you take for granted, and a free person would never think about, like not being permanently separated from your only remaining family, or getting to raise your children." She said, before leaning over and giving me a look, "Of course, there are some of us who aren't loyal to our owners for such high minded reasons, and are maybe only limerent, but well, for someone who maybe never expected to have a lover or even a real master, that might also be a reason."

Grace apparently took that as a sign she might want to shut up, and so she did.

We sat in silence for a second before I heard the door open, and looked to see who was entering. Constance was standing in the doorway, frowning. "Thank you Honesty," She said, never taking her eyes off of Grace, "I do think my precious sister needed to hear that. I'm trying to decide if she still needs punishment for daring to think that I would replace her, or if that was enough."

Grace was now looking nervous, and after sliding out from the chair, slinked over to her sister with a downcast expression before kneeling. Constance merely put her hand on Grace's head, wrapping around the hairband that was part of our uniform.

I saw that Grace tried to avoid flinching. I swallowed nervously.

"Really, I wish you'd said something about this sooner. It would have made things so much easier on everyone to just have this in the open." Constance said, as she tightened her grip on her sister's hair and her tone became more strict, "That said, you did air our dirty laundry to a guest, even if she is just that woman's slave. You definitely do need to be punished for your transgression, and if you're acting like a child in my home, I should treat you like one."

Constance dragged Grace over to the chair Grace had previously been sitting in, before she sat down herself, and hauled the girl in the maid outfit over her knee, before reaching under Grace's skirt and untying the now visibly embarrassed girl's panties before tossing them aside.

I noticed that my sister was now holding on to me, while I tried to hide behind her as I looked away, trying to avoid eye contact with either of the two sisters. Honesty on the other hand just seemed bored.

I heard Constance's palm slap against flesh a good fifteen times before it stopped, and Grace was sent out of the room, still pantyless, to find Jimmy and have him show her where the ointment was.

"With that dealt with," Constance said. "Janice, you've been good, and I expect you to remain on your best behavior until everyone goes home. I'll have a word with Grace later, but I don't think this will really resolve itself soon."

After that, the three of us spent a long time in relative silence, as my sister once again fell asleep in my lap, while Honesty was doing something on her phone, and I fantasized about Master. I sat there, thinking of his smell, and the kind look in his eyes he'd have as he played with our children on a weekend afternoon.

Then I remembered who else was in the room, and the position I could find myself in. I didn't want to end up being trapped in the situation Grace or Janice was, and be put aside by the person I lived for. I needed to secure my place at his side before anyone else could force me out of it. From the books I had been reading, I was just about due to ovulate again, so I decided I'd do everything I could to monopolize him over that period, and thus do my duty while I secured my position with a child.

Master arrived around the same time my sister's master and Miss Rebecca arrived, and immediately I was put to work helping him move furniture he'd bought up from the van, as were my sister and Jimmy, while Honesty handled sorting everything on the other end.

As had happened yesterday, I was summarily kicked out of Master's new bedroom as soon as the furniture was ready to be assembled, this time by Master, Jimmy, and Honesty. My traitorous sister dragged me away from my spot by the door and forced me to sit in the living room, while she went off to nurse her daughter and left me with noone aside from Miss Rebecca and a television for company.

"You can sit next to me you know." Miss Rebecca said as she patted the cushion next to her on the couch. "I don't bite."

Not wanting to cause any trouble, I sat next to her and was immediately scooped up into a hug.

"You're just so cute, you know that? Even with all the loose skin, you're just adorable." Miss Rebecca said. "I do have a question though."

"What is that ma'am?" I replied, not knowing how else to respond.

"What do your tattoos mean?" Rebecca said innocently. "I saw your sister has mostly the same ones."

I sighed. "They're a couple of brands, as well as my registration and stock control numbers, ma'am. The S crossing an A on my shoulder is the brand of the breeder that produced me, and there is a negated m on my hip because I'm failed breeding stock." I said with as little emotion as I could muster. "If you wanted me to, I could strip to point them all out."

I could feel her tense up. "That won't be necessary. I was just curious, I don't want to humiliate you." Rebecca said before pinching my cheeks. "Especially not when I can do this."

"Please stop." I said, through the pain. "You're hurting me."

She let go of my cheeks. "Sorry, I got carried away." Rebecca said, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to change the subject, since it's probably pretty tender."

"Thank you ma'am." I said as I turned to look at her. "You're actually the first to ask about them."