Co-Worers Turned Sex Slaves

It was Monday morning and I lazily blinked my eyes open as I felt the warm sensation of a mouth on my cock. Judging from Lacey's position at the side of the bed with a tray of food, I knew the mouth to be McKenna's as Meg was still locked up in her cage. Remembering our new arrangement, I sat up and prepared to enjoy the first of many Mondays where I wouldn't be going into work. My slaves would work, the money would go into my account, and I would tell the IRS that I was making money from an online "business" that Meg set up for me. The business would then "merge" with the casino I was in the process of setting up for Meg's brother to manage. This way I would have both more money and power in the long run while my slaves continued to pour their earnings into my account.

Of course, my monetary power was more symbolic than anything. I wasn't stingy with the money and I allowed my slaves to spend it quite frequently, but always made them ask permission first, even for buying a latte. McKenna made the most money followed by Meg, and finally Lacey. It was all more than enough for the four of us to have a comfortable life.

As Lacey began to feed me in bed while I came down McKenna's throat, I thought back to yesterday. Meg spent all day in her cage only coming out to use the bathroom, and each time she had to go I leashed her up and made her crawl beside me. I wanted the first day of her punishment to be simple and straight to the point. I allowed Lacey and McKenna to go out yesterday and hang out with some friends. It was important that people in their circles did not suspect anything and besides, I had Meg if I needed a blowjob or something. However, I ended up waiting for the other two women to return and we had a glorious threesome which ended in Lacey eating my cum out of McKenna's pussy.

"Master, we are running late for work and Meg is still locked in her cage," Lacey pointed out. I sighed and took the plate from her and set it on the nightstand. It was my fault. I insisted on not being woken up too early and it bit me in the ass. McKenna emerged from under the covers.

"Have you both showered?" I asked.

"Yes," Lacey answered, "and we did our makeup, like you told us to last night."

I nodded. Some of McKenna's lipstick was amudged bit she'd figure out a way to fix that before her co-workers saw. I was pleased to see some of it on my now flaccid dick.

"Alright, both of you get dressed and go."

I picked out a short red dress for McKenna and a pink blouse, short skirt, and blazer for Lacey, who I made leave several buttons unbuttoned. McKenna was allowed to wear a bra but Lacey was not. Neither woman was allowed panties.

"Sir," said McKenna as she stepped into her dress, "Megan has not had the chance to shower."

"Megan is working from home today," I told her. " Now hurry up and go! Oh, and as mich as I love seeing those collars on you, dont forget to remove them before leaving."

"When do we have to be home by?" asked Lacey. I raised an eyebrow.

"Got a hot date?" I inquired.

"N-No" began Lacey nervously. "I-I just-"

"Some of the people we hung out with last night are going to the bar and they invited us."

"On a Monday?" I inquired. "I want to come along."

"Lacey and McKenna exchanged a quick glance but nodded. I dismissed them with a smack on the ass and went to the bathroom to perform my morning oblutions. After I was done, I went to the living room and found Meg already awake in her cage.

"Good morning, master!" she greeted wearily.

"Good morning, slave! How'd you sleep?"

"Not so well. I'm not used to sleeping like this. May I have a cushion or a blanket to sleep on tonight?"

"I'll think about it. In the meantime, you look like you could use a shower. Care to join me?"

Meg's eyes lit up at the prospect of being let out of her cage. I grabbed her leash and unlocked the door before attaching it to her collar. Meg wordlessly crawled beside me as I led her to the bathroom.

"I... um... I have to-"

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes," I said. I unhooked the leash and went to finish my breakfast. I then put the dish in the sink and returned to Meg who was ready for her shower. She dropped back down on all fours when I entered.

"You can stand for now," I said. Meg stood up and stretched.

"Ohhhh god that feels so GOOD!" she exclaimed. My cock twitched and I found myself getting hard just in time. We stepped into the shower and I watched Meg's tits jiggle as she soaped up her hair. More than a couple times Meg's hand found her way down to her pussy only to be reminded of the chastity belt.

"You're taking your punishment well," I complimented. Meg beamed as she rinsed herself off and began to wash me.

"Thank you, master," she said quietly. That was the extent of our conversation as I allowed her to bathe me. She rested her hand on my cock and looked at me quizzically.

"Not yet," I said. Meg nodded and turned off the water before drying me.

"What clothes would you like to wear today, master?" she asked.

"I dont believe I'll be needing clothing until tonight," I said. "Now get down on all fours!"

I leashed Meg up again and walked her to the kitchen. I was about to put her back in her cage with some food when I got an idea.

"How would you like to reduce your time to one week?" I asked. Meg looked up with a gleam in her eye.

"What do I have to do?" asked the overeager brunette. I patted her head and smirked.

"Why dont you suck my cock while I explain."

Meg obediently took my cock in her mouth and began to give me her expert attention while looking up with her brilliant eyes so that she didn't miss a word. I took the opportunoty to spit directly onto her forehead.

"Thank you, master," she said before resuming the blowjob. the glob of spit trickled down onto her pretty little nose.

"Thank you for what?" I asked with mock ignorance.

"Thank you for spitting in my face, master!"

"Your welcome, slave. Ohhh yeah, keep sucking. Right, so Lacey and McKenna are going out tonight. They're going to text me when they're at the bar. I want you to follow them and report back to me, but dont let them see you! Something is off about this."

"Glug, glug, glug! Yes, master! Glug, glug, glug."

I began to roughly facefuck Meg and spit on her face a couple more times. After a few minutes of facefucking with barely a reprieve, I allowed Meg to gasp for air before shoving her face in my balls. Taking the hint, Meg sucked on my nuts while jerking me off. I couldn't contain myself and jizzed all over her pretty face.

"Damn, you're gonna need another shower before tonight!" I remarked. Meg smiled proudly and looked up from her knees.

"May I shower, master?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Nope, you can stay like that until the afternoon. In the cage, bitch!"

I smacked Meg's ass as she crawled inside dissappintedly with spit and cum covering her face. After locking Meg up, I took a moment to savour the scene before going to the couch and turning on the television. I spent the morning on the couch and only let Meg out when I was ready for lunch. She went to the bathroom to clean the now dried cum off her face before returning.

"Master, may I have something to eat too please?" Meg asked submissively. I thought for a moment. Her stomach growled.

"Make enough for two," I said. Meg beamed and kissed me on the lips.

"Yes, master! What should I make?"

"Whatever you feel like."

Meg skipped off to the kitchen after a second kiss and returned some time later with a bowl of pasta that looked like there was enough for three rather than two. It was a beautiful italian dish. Meg made me a bown and was going to pour some into her dog bowl when I held my hand up.

"Not yet, bitch. I want my dick sucked while I eat."

"Yes, master."

Meg crawled back over to me and immediately began sucking me off. She went right for the deepthroat whilst cupping my balls with her hand in an attempt to get me to cum faster, but I renained in control and finished my food before cumming, although, I was close. I stood up and Meg got the hint to stop.

"Get up and bring the rest of the food into the bedroom," I ordered. Meg did as I asked. Upon arriving in the bedroom, I took the bowl and made Meg make the bed before putting a sheet over it. I then handed her the bowl and laid down face up on the bed.

"Pour the food on my body," I ordered. Meg looked a bit surprises but she was too hungry to complain mich and did as I asked. I felt thebwarm sensation of pasta all over my upper body along with carrots, peas, sauce, and little bits of chicken. Some found its way down to my crotch.

"Good, now clean me up. You're gonna eat everything off my body and you're not gonna use teeth... or hands. That includes sauce too, by the way. I want a full tongue bath after."

"Am I being punished?" asked Meg as she bent down and slurped some pasta off my hairy chest.

"This whole week is punishment for you," I told Meg as she decided to start further down near my crotch and work her way up. She licked some sauce off my erect cock and picked out a piece of pasta from between my cock and balls.

"But having you do this isn't punishment for you telling your brother about this. Its because you made enough for three when I told you make enough for two."

"I'm sorry, master. I was hungry."

"Next time, ask first."

"Yes, sir."

For the next twenty minutes, Meg ate her meal off my body without complaint. Then, true to my request, she gave my front a full tongue bath starting from the toes up to my neck. She was thurough.

"Too bad you have that belt on," I said. "Otherwise, I'd have you fuck me right here."

Meg let out a slight moan of dissapoinent as I gently pushed her off and stood up. My throbbing erect cock was now eye level with her as she sat on the bedside. It only took a few strokes to cum all over Meg's face.

"Swallow as much as you can and then wash up," I commanded. Meg used her fingers to start scooping cum off her pretty face and into her mouth. "Afterwards, we're gonna get you dressed and ready to go."

Meg finished ingesting all the cum and went to the bathroom to wash. I picked out some more conservative clothes for her: sweatpants and a hoodie. I wanted her to look inconspicuous when she was following Lacey and McKenna. Meg came back and moved to get dressed but I stopped her.

"There's still a couple hours before they leave," I reminded her.

"Yes, but they might leave early and not tell you."

I hesitated. On the one hand, it was obvious that Meg was just trying to get out of being locked in her cage for the afternoon but on the other hand, she could be right.

"Fine, but dress me first. Something good for going out tonight."

Meg gave me a smile and picked out a simple but elegant outfit of jeans, a button up, and a sweater, over which I would wear my coat. Meg then got dressed herself and I removed the collar before sending her on her way. However, I decided to secretly follow her myself in Lacey's car, which was still in the garage as McKenna drove today. In short, the afternoon was boring and Meg behaved like a good girl. So did Lacey and McKenna, according to Meg, when she called to report back to me.

At 5:30 I met Lacey at the office and gave her a kiss. She and I were "dating" in public so this was expected. McKenna gave me a respectful nod and I texted Meg to go home. She was grounded, after all. I did, however, allow her the dignity of not going immediately into her cage, although she still had to strip naked and put on her collar. I verified this via FaceTime before we went inside the bar, my hand in Lacey's, but the other one discreetly squeezed McKenna's left ass cheek when noone was looking. After texting Meg to confirm her punishment was commuted to one week, I put my phone on vibrate and proceeded to act as Lacey's boyfriend with their new friends. It was three women, two blonde and a redhead, all of which looked at least ten years older than McKenna. I recognised one of the blondes as a recent client.

"So, McKenna," the former client said, "when's the last time you were seeing someone?"

"Oh, um... I'm... well."

I had trouble holding back a smirk. It wasn't like McKenna to be at a loss for words.

"She's seeing someone," Lacey interjected hastily. McKenna shot her a thank you glance.

"Really?" inquired the red head. "You haven't posted about him on social media at all?"

"Oh, well, it's a casual thing," explained McKenna. "I'm busy, he's busy, so we're just keeping it simple for now."

"I know what that means!" exclaimed the other blonde.

"Should've know with how she's dressed," remarked the red head. McKenna nearly spit out her drink.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. The women paused their banter.

"I was just compli-"

"No, you were implying that McKenna's a slut. She said she wants to keep her new boyfriend private so you should respect that! And, by the way, your dress looks fine, McKenna. It's not your fault SOME of us dont seem to understand that it isnt 1950 anymore."

All the women went quiet and I wondered if I had pushed it too far. McKenna stood up and walked directly into the bathroom. I felt my phone vibrate and I got a text. It was McKenna, asking permission to leave. I granted it but told her to wait in the car, as Lacey and I would be leaving too. Twn minutes and some excuses and half-hearted apologies later, we were all in the car with McKenna driving us home.

"Why did you say that, master?" asked McKenna.

"Because nobody gets to call you a slut except for me," I answered simply.

"Thank you," McKenna replied in a tone barely audible. We were soon home and the girls stripped per usual. Meg was there to greet us and, after a french kiss, I ordered her into her cage. She crawled inside and, after locking it, I took Lacey and McKenna into the bedroom.

"Master, before we start, can I say something?" asked McKenna.

"Go ahead."

"Those women are the wives of some of the higher ups. You wanted us to work our way to the top but now we can't! It'll take months to repair-"

"McKenna..." hissed Lacey in a warning voice.

"No, it's ok," I said. "Lacey, start sucking my dick, this doesn't concern you."

Lacey dropped to her knees and began sucking. I looked McKenna directly in the eye before speaking.

"You don't need them," I said. "You can get your way by appealing directly to these bosses, if you know what I mean."

"Then that would make me what they think I am. A whore."

I slapped McKenna across the face.

"You are whatever I need you to be. When is your next meeting with these men."

"Friday is my performance review."

"Perfect. Be ready to get fucked, and leave the rest to me."

And, after that brief exchange, I bent McKenna over and spend the next hour fucking her doggy style while sending Lacey to look after Meg's needs.

The next morning, I sent Meg to work with the other women. This time, I made McKenna dress like her old conservative self. I had a plan. I spent the rest of the day following Mr. Klein, the wife of the red head who made the insulting comment. He spent his day at work and his evening in the strip club. Interesting. Wednesday and Thursday were spent tailing the husbands of the other two. As it turned out, one husband spent his time at a different strip club and the third with a prostitute.

Meg spent Tue-Thurs at work and, aside from Thursday, spent every evening in her cage where she ate and drank from her dog bowl. She was starting to go crazy without an orgasm and spent Wednesday night rubbing her crotch against the side of the cage (to no avail). I told her to stay late at work Thursday and gave her hidden cameras to install in the conference room with the promise of an orgasm after. I met up with her and removed the chastity belt.

"To be clear," I told her, "you're wearing this belt out of here, so if you want to cum-"

Before I even finished the sentence, Meg was on the conference table masturbating. Within minutes, she was done. I then put the belt back on her, got her dressed, and we went home, where a relieved Meg happily undressed and crawled back into her cage.

Friday was showtime. I had bought McKenna a specific dress for the occassion. It was a black mini dress with lingerie and matching heels. The dress was basically a strap across her tits but it covered nothing else in her upper half. Her lower half was better conceled, but not by much considering how short it was. Of course, she wore no panties. I made her repeat her instructions back to me and then, once I was sure she was clear on the plan, I send her off with a smack on the ass.

I watched the performance reviews on the cameras and heard everything thanks to Meg's thurough instillation. Only McKenna and two other middle managers were interviewed. The first two were boring and I passed the time reviewing the photos I had taken the previous nights. I did some googling as well and found out that the strip club the men had gone to was closing down.

Finally, it was McKenna's turn. The moment she walked in, all eyes were on her. McKenna's face betrayed her feelings of humiliation at being eyed like a piece of meat by these three old white guys, but she took a deep breath and sat down.

"Maggie was right," whispered one of the men, unaware of the microphone underneath the table recording his every word. "She is a slut."

"Mr. Klein, Mr. Drake, Dr. Umbridge." addressed McKenna respectfully. "I'm here for my performance review."

"R-Right," stammered Mr. Drake, adjusting his necktie. "So, we need to talk about... about..."

"Get it together," hissed Dr. Umbridge.

"It's hot in here," interjected McKenna.

"Henry, go get someome to tell facilities to turn down the heat," said Mr. Klein.

"No, it's fine!" insisted McKenna, standing up. "I'll just get more comfortable."

As McKenna reached around and pulled down the strap, I found my hand wandering into my trousers before remembering that I'd make Meg stay in her cage today. I wanted her to suck my dick while I watched, but there was no way I was missing the action. Mr. Klein sank back into his seat and passed his handlerchief over his face as McKenna slipped out of her dress leaving her fully naked.

"T-This is highly irregular!" shouted Umbridge, making a move for the door. Mc.Kenna grabbed him by the arm.

"Sit down, or I'll tell your wife about the hooker."

Umbridge muttered something under his breath and then, in a flash, his octogenarian hands seized McKenna's tits.

"Don't be shy," McKenna told the other two men. "Come grab a feel."

McKenna soon found herself being groped everywhere by these men. Klein stuck a finger in her pussy and McKenna let out an exaggerated moan. I quickly ran to unlock Meg's cage and ten seconds later she was sucking my dick as I watched McKenna get violated.

"I know I haven't been doing my best work lately," admitted McKenna, "but give me a good review and you can do whatever you want to me for the next hour."

The three elderly men barely stopped to acknowledge the deal as Klein aggressively fingered McKenna, Umbridge rougly squeezed her tits, while Drake actually got on his knees and ate her ass. Pretty soon, it was McKenna on her knees while the men stripped. She sucked one off while stroking the other two with her free hands alternating every few minutes or so. Klein has difficulty maintaining his erection but a pill later and he was rock hard. McKenna then sucked and licked their saggy balls before bending over to be fucked. Klein took her from behind while Umbridge facefucked her. I came in Meg's mouth around the same time Umbridge came in McKenna's. She swallowed with a smile as Klein continued fucking her. Drake was next to facefuck McKenna but instead of cumming in her mouth, he pulled out and came on her face. Eventually, Klein was ready and he added his load to McKenna's face.