Co Workers Turned Sex Slaves Ch 06

"Good morning, master!"

I groggily opened my eyes and looked up to see Meg's hazel eyes gazing into mine. I slowly blinked and glanced over at my clock to see it was only eight in the morning.

"It's Saturday," I groaned. "You couldn't let me sleep in?"

"I-I'm sorry master! I-I just, I could barely sleep last night! It's... it's... please don't punish me!"

"Relax," I said, looking over to see McKenna and Lacey sound asleep. "I'm only going to punish you a little. You'll probably enjoy it if you enjoyed last night."

"I did, master!"

I sat up and looked Meg straight in the eyes. They had a sparkle to them.

"You really mean it, don't you?" I asked in awe. "You're not just saying that cause of the blackmail?"

"I do," Meg said with a giggle. "I've always been into BDSM and I-"

Meg paused as Lacey muttered something in her sleep and rolled over. I held a finger to my lips and, tugging Meg by her bare arm, pulled her into the bathroom.

"Please, continue!" I encouraged, lifting up the toilet seat.

"Well," began Meg as I took my morning piss. "I've never gotten to try it out. I mean, I was with the same guy for almost a decade!"

"What happened?" I asked as I finished up and flushed.

"He was a compulsive gambler and wasted our money on it without telling me."

"So you dumped him after that?"

"No, I dumped him after he got my brother caught up in it. After that he moved to Vegas and I never saw him again, but Mark... he was very vanilla. Not like you."

My cock began getting hard. Meg's voice turned me on so goddamn much. I gave her a slight smile and gestured for her to come into the shower with me. Meg smiled and stepped inside.

"I noticed you didn't try to negotiate a time frame," I said, turning on the water. Meg soaked her hair and sighed in satisfaction as the warm water coated her body.

"I didn't want to admit it but this whole thing has turned me on so much," she confessed.

"I could tell," I said as I handed Meg the shampoo bottle. She got the hint and began washing my hair. "You got wet so easily. It took longer for Lacey and McKenna, although not as long as they'd like to pretend."

"It's too bad being a sex slave isn't a job," bemoaned Meg as she used the showerhead to rinse off my hair.

"You could have become a stripper," I suggested as Meg soaped up my chest. "Or a prostitute!"

"And get an STD?" she asked. "No thanks. Besides, its not exactly the same. I like the loss of control. It turns me on. Oh, and if you think I could be a stripper, you've clearly never seen me dance."

I had a good laugh at that. Meg got on her knees and began washing my cock and balls.

"And I've always had a head for numbers," she concluded. "That reminds me, I have an idea for how you can directly control our finances and it can even be tax deductible!"

"Do tell!" I encourages. Meg immediately launched into an explanation involving stuff I frankly knew only a little about, and it was hard to concentrate with her hands on my crotch. I had her repeat it three times before I got the gist.

"See, so if we set up this shell corporation and donate 20% of the total income to charity, McKenna and Lacey can "pay you" as a consultant and you don't even have to pay taxes. Of course, there is one major caveat."

"And what is that?" I asked.

"Do you want me to blow you?"

"No, I'd better concentrate right now."

"Fair enough," Meg remarked, standing up. "Perhaps I'd better wait to start washing

my boobs then?"

"A good idea," I said laughing.

"Well, you would have to quit your job. See, the service you are providing would be unclear and can be whatever you want: online gambling, investing, etc. There are many ways McKenna, Lacey, and I can "lose" our money, but the IRS will never believe it if you're still working part-time."

I thought for a moment but the decision was clear. I had enough of a background in financial matters to know that Meg was right.

"Set it up," I said, "but after you blow me."

Meg smiled and got on her knees. She took my cock in her mouth and immediately began facefucking herself. I wondered for a fleeting moment if she was trying to trick me somehow, but considering what I had on her, there was no way. I soon exploded in her mouth and she swallowed before getting up and washing herself. I got out of the shower and dried myself off while Meg bathed in full view of my gaze. I didn't bother getting dressed yet and sat myself down at the dining room table. Meg soon followed and rummaged around the fridge.

"What would you like to eat, master?" she asked.

"I'm not hungry yet," I decided. "Why don't you get to work on that accounting stuff we talked about in the shower?"

"Yes, sir! May I make myself some breakfast to eat while I'm working?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

Meg made herself a bagel with cream cheese before retreating to McKenna's home office space to work. I made sure to give Megan all the necessary passwords before going back to the bedroom. My other two slaves were still sound asleep and I saw no reason to wake them. I got dressed and took a book to read while I sipped on some coffee Megan was thoughtful enough to put up for the both of us.

I got through a good chunk of the book before hearing some noises come from the bathroom. Assuming McKenna or Lacey had woken up, I stood to go and check, but ended up checking on Meg instead. She was hard at work as if she had been at the office, minus the clothing. I gave her tits a good squeeze before going back to my reading. A half hour or so later, Lacey appeared.

"Good morning, master!" she greeted me before walking over and dropping to her knees in front of me. "McKenna is in the shower!"

"Alright, why don't you make us all some breakfast?"

"Yes, sir!"

I dismissed Lacey with the all too familiar smack on the ass and continued to read, but I found my cock slowly springing back to attention. I had definitely grown accustomed to seeing naked women all the time, but my hormones were still what they were and I soon found it difficult to focus on reading. I shut the book just in time for McKenna to come into the room and fall to her knees, her tits jiggling as she did so.

"Perfect timing," I said standing up. "You can stand."

McKenna stood up and I ran my hands all over her body spending a lot of time groping her tits and ass. That never got old. As I started to insert a finger into McKenna's pussy, Meg ran into the room with her tits bouncing.

"Master!" she cried. "Master, I finished!"

"Everything?" I asked, withdrawing from McKenna.

"Yes, master! All you have to do is resign from the company!"

I turned back to McKenna.

"Well, seeing as you're technically my boss, I may as well tell you. I quit!"

Megan briefly explained the situation to McKenna while I undressed myself. I honestly didn't even know why I ever bothered getting dressed if I wasn't going outside. When I lived alone it made sense, but with three constantly naked ladies around, there was simply no point.

"I see," mused McKenna after some time. I searched her face for some hint of frustration but found none. Either she was the world's greatest actress, or she had become fully domesticated. The thought of permanently losing even millions of dollars to her blackmailer didn't seem to upset her one bit, and even if her embezzlement was revealed, I could assume plausible deniability thanks to Meg!

"You're aware that if this ever gets out you could go to jail for a lot longer than you would have otherwise?" I asked Meg after reviewing her work. "You've put yourself on the hook for everything besides McKenna's original crime."

"I understand that," replied Megan solemnly. "I want to belong to you entirely, master, even if that means going to jail for you."

I looked at Meg with amazement and immediately kissed her directly on the mouth. She reciprocated just as eagerly and it was a full minute and a half before we stopped.

"It's a good thing you aren't going to jail," I said to Meg. "After all, the only people who can testify against you are McKenna and Lacey, and if you go to jail they go to jail for longer. Isn't that right, McKenna?"

"Yes, master." McKenna answered simply.

"Good. Let's eat!"

I wrapped one arm over each girl's shoulder as I led them into the dining room. Lacey was finishing up her cooking and I sat McKenna at the table, but ordered Megan down on all fours. She immediately complied.

"I was going to give you a spanking," I said, "but because you've been such a good girl today, I'm not going to punish you too much for waking me up early this morning. Your punishment will be to eat your breakfast out of your dog bowl this morning."

"Yes, master."

I made Megan sit by the bowls on the floor and when Lacey served breakfast, she poured Meg's into her dog bowl. Megan dutifully ate everything without a hint of embarrassment at having her ass in the air as she did so. I enjoyed my eggs and bacon from the comfort of my chair as did Lacey and McKenna. Once breakfast was over, I allowed Meg to clean her face and join us at the table.

"If you don't mind me asking, master, what blackmail do you have against Lacey?" Meg inquired.

"McKenna and Lacey were drunk driving and hit someone," I explained. "So I have that on Lacey and I have that and the embezzlement on McKenna."

McKenna and Lacey looked down at their empty plates when I said this. To be reminded of this crime reminded them of their continual penance for their actions that night.

"Megan, why don't you wash the dishes," I instructed. Megan nodded and cleared the table.

"Are you guys ok?" I asked.

"Yeah," replied Lacey.

"Yes, master," answered McKenna.

"Good. I know we got off to a rocky start but it all worked out in the end. I mean, this isn't too bad, right?"

"No, master," answered McKenna.

"I-I thought it would be worse at first," admitted Lacey, "but it's not terrible. I mean, the tats have grown on me and I barely realise I'm naked anymore."

"And you, McKenna?"

McKenna took a deep breath.

"It hasn't been easy for me," she said. "I'm not used to being bossed around and submissive, but it's been getting easier. Still, I wish..."

McKenna trailed off. I leaned forward with interest.

"You wish what?" I asked.

"Can I speak freely?" McKenna asked. "Without being punished for it?"

I thought for a moment as I considered the implications of what I would be permitting.

"Lacey, get under the table and suck my dick," I ordered. "Alright McKenna, from now until I cum you may say whatever you want without repercussions provided it is respectful."

Lacey crawled under the table and took my cock in her mouth. McKenna took another deep breath before looking me in the eye.

"I hated you at first," she said. "A big part of me still hates you. I was a successful black businesswoman and you made me into your personal whore, which is demeaning on so many levels for so many reasons. The tattoos were... are the worst. I used to look in the mirror and love my body, but now I look in the mirror and when I see the piercings and 'daddy's bitch' on my stomach, it just reminds me of how I no longer have any bodily autonomy whatsoever. Speaking of my body, I hate the degrading comments you always make about my tits and ass and I hate that no matter what you say or how much of an asshole you are at the end of the day I still have to shut up and suck your dick. Literally and figuratively. I hate how if you didn't have the power to make me serve twenty-five to life in federal prison, I would never in a million years ever fuck you. Ever. I especially hate how you make me kiss and fuck Lacey even though I've made it clear many, MANY times that I am NOT a lesbian. All of this is still true, and yet... I have never been more turned on in my life."

I smirked at McKenna's final admission. The sound of running water stopped and I saw Megan making her way back over.

"Thank you for your honesty," I told McKenna. "Megan, you deserve a break. Would you like to go out and see your brother?"

"Yes, master! More than anything!"

"Go ahead, just be back here by six. I'll even let you pick your own outfit... but it has to be approved by me."

"Thank you, master!"

Megan dashed off to get dressed while I turned my attention back to McKenna.

"Anything else to say?" I asked as I felt myself coming closer to orgasm. "Lacey, stop sucking and start licking my balls to give McKenna more time."

Lacey allowed my cock to fall out of her mouth and buried her face in my ballsack. McKenna leaned forward, her tits hanging provocatively. I reached out and squeezed them.

"Are you ever going to let us go?" she finally asked. I released McKenna's tits and gave them a slap.

"OW!" she cried. "I thought you said I could say anything as long as it was respectful?!"

"That wasn't a punishment," I said chuckling, "I just felt like doing that. As I said before, when the statue of limitations is up you'll be a free woman. That is, if you don't choose to stay."

"I won't," she assured me. I raised an eyebrow."

"Really? I thought you've never been more turned on in your life? Lacey, start sucking my cock again."

"Women often find that they get turned on when raped."

"Watch it, McKenna. We're moving out of respectful territory now."

"Ok, look, I'm sorry but, respectfully, is that not what you're doing to us?"

"I'm giving you a choice. You're free to walk out of here anytime you want. You're free to say no anytime you want. These actions, however, have consequences. If I held a gun to your head and told you to suck my dick or I'd shoot you, then that would be rape. Telling you that I know you committed a crime and giving you an out that involves sex is a very different thing. I'm not forcing you to do anything. You're the one choosing to use your incredible body to your advantage and serve no jail time for something most women, and any man would spend their best years locked up for."

McKenna sat there and said nothing as I suddenly moaned feeling the orgasm build up. I made a bit of an extra show of it as I came inside Lacey's mouth, signalling to McKenna her brief reprieve was over.

"Lacey, don't swallow! Stand up and give McKenna a french kiss. Let her have some of the cum."

Lacey got on her feet and did exactly as I asked. About half the cum in her mouth spilled into McKenna's and after the two women shared a passionate kiss (at least in appearance), they swallowed. Just then, Megan came out in the yellow sundress, white heels, and black leather jacket she wore the previous evening.

"No," I told her, standing up.

"What's wrong with this?" asked Megan. I slapped her across the face causing her to squeal.

"Sorry, master!" Megan squeaked. "I-I didn't mean to question you!"

"You made a mistake and you corrected it after I slapped you, it happens. Take off the dress."

Megan slipped off the sundress revealing a matching set of white bra and panties.

"The underwear is ok but the bra needs to go," I said. "Let's see what you brought with you."

I rummaged around Megan's closet and pulled out her dark blue skinny jeans and white tank top while she unhooked her bra and tossed it into her pile of clothes in her suitcase.

"There you go," I said, throwing the clothes I picked at her.

"Master, can I say something?" she asked. I sighed.

"I don't like all this questioning going on today but go ahead."

"I'm seeing my brother and... well... you're sending me over there in a tank top without a bra."

"So?"

"He's going to see my nipples!"

I shrugged. "You're going to be dressing a lot sluttier from now on, he may as well start getting used to it. You can wear the heels and the jacket you picked."

Meg looked like she wanted to protest but thought better of it and put the tank top on. She then squeezed her legs into the skinny jeans which complimented her more normal sized ass nicely. Meg then put on the leather jacket completing the look.

"Beautiful," I said. "Have fun!"

I led Meg to the door and released her from her collar before letting her leave and locking the door behind her. I strolled back into the living room naked, of course, and allowed McKenna and Lacey some free time while I played some video games. It was sometime around the fourth straight hour in a row of killing zombies that I began to think about what I wanted for the future. As much as I enjoyed video games and other such hobbies, I wanted to enjoy every aspect of my life, sex and otherwise. Two months ago I had an alright entry-level job that paid well but no girlfriend. Now, I had three bombshell sex slaves, millions of dollars, and a fancy penthouse in New York City. What I needed now was to figure out a way to make even more money.

Deciding to wait until Meg was back for that conversation, I strolled into the bedroom where McKenna was on her computer and Lacey was drawing.

"I want a sandwich," I told Lacey.

"Coming right up!" she said with a smile. I smacked her ass as she passed but decided to follow her into the kitchen. Lacey made me a quick sandwich and sat it in front of me.

"I'll give you the same deal I gave McKenna," I decided after taking a bite. "You may say whatever you want without consequences until I am done with my sandwich, so long as it is respectful."

Lacey bit her lip. She sat down across from me as McKenna had earlier and placed her bare elbows on the table.

"What do you want me to say?" she asked, holding up her right arm that had a naked woman collared, leashed, and kneeling tatted on it. I gave a wry chuckle before taking another bite of my sandwich.

"And since then have I not treated you well?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Lacey looked down at her lap.

"Do you expect me to say I'm enjoying this?"

"Is it as bad as you thought it was going to be?"

Lacey pondered the question for a moment while I ate more of my sandwich. I noticed my cock getting hard.

"No," she finally said, "but you made one hell of a first fucking impression."

I smirked thinking about the first night when the feisty Latina attempted to rebel and was swiftly put in her place upon realising her mistake.

"And have I made you do anything so humiliating or degrading since?"

"No..."

"Tell me honestly, was there a chance you ever would have gone out with me before the blackmail?"

"No. I mean, yes?"

"No consequences, Lace. Answer honestly."

"No... but it's not because of you... you just weren't my type."

"What is your type?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Try."

"I usually date older guys."

I was nearing the end of my sandwich. Before I finished, I stood up and walked over to Lacey and brushed a lock of hair away from her face.

"And from what it sounds like, these relationships didn't work out too well for you," I observed. At this, Lacey looked up sharply.

"And this one is?!" she asked, before clasping her hands over her mouth. "I'm sorry, master!"

"It's fine, I said no consequences. So you and McKenna are... resigned, but not enthusiastic. Well, I suppose that's to be expected, but there will come a day when the both of you realise this is for the best."

With that, I popped the last of the sandwich in my mouth which officially ended Lacey's grace period.

"MCKENNA!!!" I called. A few moments later, McKenna came trotting into the room her feminine parts bouncing erotically.

"Yes, master?" she asked.

"Lap dance," I ordered.

With another "yes, master," McKenna began to grind her ass into my cock as I grabbed her tits. I looked at the giant dragon tattoo on McKenna's back and smiled. These bitches were still mine.

"Lacey, I want you to tell me what your favourite part of McKenna's body is," I prompted.

"Uhhh, uhhh," Lacey stammered, clearly caught off guard. "Her boobs? I'm kinda jealous..."