"More coffee, master?"
"No thanks, Lacey, but I could use a back massage."
"Yes, master."
Lacey moved behind me and began massaging my back as McKenna was on her knees in front of me and sucking my dick. It was now Saturday morning and almost a full week of our new arrangement. Lacey and McKenna no longer complained about their role as my sex slaves. McKenna had been completely pacified by the amount of leverage I had over her and Lacey no longer talked back or resisted after her ordeal on that second night. Both slaves obeyed my every command as evidenced by the lips wrapped around my cock and the coffee in my hand.
"On all fours next to the couch," I ordered Lacey, who ended the massage and hastily complied. I took another sip of the delicious coffee she made me and set the cup down on her bare back. I had been doing this enough times to both women lately that they knew the drill. Last night, McKenna allowed my glass to spill and her punishment was a harsh spanking and to clean up the mess with her tongue.
"I'm gonna cum," I told McKenna as I reached over and took another sip of coffee. Resting the cup back on Lacey, I grabbed McKenna's head and shove my cock deep into her mouth before cumming down her throat. I waited until I was finished before withdrawing and allowing McKenna to gasp for air on her knees in front of me, spit dribbling out of her mouth.
"Go make us some breakfast," I ordered as I finished my coffee and gave the cup to McKenna to take with her to the kitchen. I dismissed her with a smack on the ass, something McKenna no longer flinched at or reacted to. I then hooked a leash to Lacey's collar and crawled her to the bathroom where she held my dick as I pissed without complaint.
"If you EVER pull that shit you did again I will shove your face into that dirty piss water and let you choke on it, understood?" I growled, yanking Lacey's leash.
"Yes, master!" she answered hastily, knowing that I was referring to what she had threatened on her second night as my slave. I smirked as I flushed and led Lacey into the shower where she washed me. There were no complaints, even as I made her manscape me and shave my face while fondling her ass. I then made her get down on all fours and walked her into the kitchen where McKenna was finishing cooking up some eggs, potatoes, and bacon. She served me first and then shot me a questioning glance.
"Bowl," I said simply. McKenna nodded and served herself and Lacey next in their dog bowls. Ever since that second evening, I often made them eat out of their dog bowls on the floor, but this was not always practical depending on the time of day and type of food. However, because neither had properly showered and done their makeup yet, I decided to have them eat like bitches that morning, as opposed to the other mornings when they had work. When they ate out of their doggy bowls, they weren't allowed utensils, and they were required to lick their bowls clean, which both did by the end of breakfast.
"Go shower and get cleaned up," I ordered, unclipping Lacey's leash. "We're going out today."
I decided to dress myself for once while my slaves were showering. After selecting dark jeans and a black long sleeve t-shirt, I went to the bathroom and found Lacey waiting for McKenna to finish showering. I walked over and yanked the shower curtain open causing McKenna to jump in surprise.
"Fuck no," I snapped. "Lacey, get in there with her, otherwise this'll take forever!"
I smacked Lacey's phat ass as she moved past me and stepped into the shower with McKenna. I was hard again but decided to wait until the car to do something about it. Both women finished showering and began to do their makeup and other beauty routines. I had gone shopping for sluttier clothes the day before and picked out some new outfits for my slaves. Lacey was given skinny jeans that her ass barely fit into and a white crop top that read "blowjob queen" in pink letters while McKenna was given somewhat colourful flare pants and a black tank top to wear. Neiter women were allowed bras or panties and both looked horrified at their outfits, but they put them on witbout complaint. I could see McKenna's nipples through her shirt causing my dick to get uncomfortably hard in my pants.
"Isn't it a bit cold for this, master?" asked McKenna somewhat respectfully.
"Nah," I decided, throwing Lacey her black leather trench cost and McKenna her Canada Goose jacket. I allowed them to remove their collars before we went to McKenna's car. This time, I drove while Lacey, true to her shirt's slogan, gave me road head from the passenger seat. I came in her mouth a few blocks from our destination and Lacey swallowed the load just in time for me to give her a breath mint, which she gratefully popped.
"A tattoo parlour?!" exclaimed Lacey.
"And they do piercings," I noted. "Remember, neither of you have any say over what I choose to do with your bodies. Not anymore."
Without another word, I exited the car, and both slaves followed. I walked inside and shook hands with the muscular bald tattooed man who ran the place.
"Jack," I introduced myself, "we spoke on the phone yesterday."
"Ah, yes!" the man exclaimed, returning my handshake, "and these must be the two lovely women you spoke about. Wow! You weren't kidding! They're absolutely stunning!"
"That they are. Slaves, this is Doug. He'll be working on you today."
McKenna was more obviously startled that I would reveal their situation to a stranger, but Doug laughed it off.
"You can relax, I get all sorts in here. I can keep a secret. Just sign these forms saying that this is all consensual and we'll be good to go."
I shot both women a sharp glance but neither needed a reminder as they both signed the documents handed to them. Doug collected these and then smiled.
"Alright then, if its ok with Jack here, I'd like to see what I'm going to be working with."
"Girls, strip!" I ordered. McKenna was a bit more hesitant this time but Lacey undressed almost immediately. McKenna slowly followed her friend's example and was soon naked beside her. Doug whistled approvingly.
"So, what would you like me to do with them?" he asked. I pulled out my list and handed it to him. Doug studied it for a moment while Lacey and McKenna looked on nervously.
"Ok, this is definitely doable. The nipple, bellybutton, tongue, and clitoris piercings I can do today. Do you want some time to think on that tats or..."
"I know what I want," I answered as Lacey and McKenna's eyes widened at the mention of the piercings I was making them get. "For McKenna, I want a white rose tattoo on her arm, I want a big dragon tatted all over her back, and I want something sexy running down her leg, maybe some flowers or something. I also want "daddy's bitch" to be tatted across her stomach in elegant looking script. For Lacey, she will have a naked stripper dancing on a pole tatted on her left arm and a naked woman collared, leashed, and kneeling on her right. I want "spank me" written just above her ass and a red rose in between her tits."
Both women audibly gasped. Doug nodded approvingly.
"Can you give us a minute or two alone?" I asked. Doug nodded.
"Sure, no problem. I gotta check to make sure I have all the right ink anyway."
As soon as Doug left the room, McKenna dropped to her knees and begged me to reconsider with Lacey quickly doing the same.
"Please, master!" McKenna exclaimed on the verge of tears. "I'll never be able to show my body anywhere again with those tattoos!"
"You don't show off anyway," I retorted, "and besides, I own you. I can do what I like, or would you rather get a prison tattoo of your choosing? Or of your prison wife's choosing perhaps?"
"Master, please!" Interjected Lacey. "We have done everything you asked. We've been good slaves!"
"My mind is made up," I said adamantly. "Now unless you want another punishment later, I'd suggest you shut up and take it."
Just then, Doug walked back into the room with a younger guy and some equipment.
"This is my assistant," Doug explained.
"Chris," the young man said while extending his hand for me to shake. He was, however, entranced by the sight of Lacey and McKenna's nude bodies and as a result, gave me a very loose handshake.
"Nice to meet you, Chris," I said with a wink.
"Chris, you can get started on the piercings while I finish sterilizing this stuff," said Doug.
"Yes, sir!" exclaimed Chris, obviously eager to work on the two hotties in front of him. McKenna shot me one more pleading glance but I ignored it. "Who's first?"
"McKenna is," I said simply.
"Great! McKenna, just sit down. Don't worry, I sterilized the needle myself. Now, which do you want first?"
"McKenna shot a glance at me. I saw Lacey looking on nervously with a slight fear in her eyes as she knew she would be next.
