McKenna, Lacey, and Meg took no time at all to settle into their new routines. To recap, McKenna was now a partner in the company and making a lot more money, but she spent her nights chained up at my feet. Often literally. Last night I put her in chains and made her lay down by my feet like a bitch while we watched TV. I usually made McKenna tell me what was happening to her and how it made her feel to add to her degradation. That was always fun. I helped to build her up in her public life, but she was now, and always will be, my slave behind closed doors.
Lacey had not had an outburst since I purchased the strip club. It had only been a week since the opening, but she performed her duties without complaint, and now that there was a night manager she was able to be home by midnight. Lacey did not even bat an eye at the absurdly slutty outfits I would make her wear to work. She worked in a strip club after all! Meg told me that Lacey would often mutter "just four more years" to herself when alone in the bathroom. I honestly did not give a fuck. McKenna was my favourite and totally subserviant as she knew that I had the power to send her to prison for life, and Meg was enjoying her predicament and has practically cooperated with the entire blackmail situation. Lacey was my original crush, but I now saw her as simply an extension of the harem. An ass to use from time to time.
Speaking of Meg, she was my inside girl. She confessed to me the other day that being my slave was essentially a dream come true for her, something that had been implied repeatedly but finally said out loud. I didn't make her say it either. Meg volunteered the information. She craved domination and I was more than happy to provide it to her.
Lately, domestic life has been bliss and there was nothing else I wanted. One of the strippers in my employ offered to fuck me for $400 last night and I outright refused. Why would I? McKenna was waiting at home for me, and I fucked her ass later that night. It was why I let her off shower duty the next day and had Meg do it. I had admittedly fucked McKenna a bit too hard. Repeatedly. Her ass needed a break.
"Tomorrow is the six month anniversary," I remarked to Meg as she washed my balls.
"Well..."
"What?"
"You won't punish me?"
"Nah, say what you were going to say."
"It's the six month anniversary with McKenna and Lacey. Not with me."
I looked Meg in the eye as she continued soaping up my crotch. I suddenly felt a twinge of remorse, not for enslaving the women, but for treating Meg as the third wheel when really, it should be Lacey.
"You're right," I admitted. "All the same, I would like to throw a party."
"What did you have in mind, master?" Meg asked as she rinsed me off and set to work washing herself as I watched.
"An orgy?" I joked. Meg raised an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't be opposed."
"Damn, bitch! You may just be kinkier than I am!"
Meg giggled as she erotically washed her tits in front of me. She was such a perfect slave... always thinking of what would please her master. I could see it from the little things like how she was washing her body seductively, how she paid special attention to my cock and balls when drying me off, and how she always made sure to sway her ass while she walked.
"Meg, I want you to train the other girls."
"Train them?"
"You are literally the perfect slave. They've accepted their situation, but I need them to do what you do."
"What do you mean, master?"
"You know what I mean. How you always do exactly what I command."
"It took me some time to learn though."
"Of course it did, but you were a natural, and a quick learner."
"Well, master, if there's two things I'm good at its math and fucking."
I laughed at that. It was infectious. Meg and I laughed our entire way into the kitchen for breakfast where McKenna was sitting at the table and Lacey was finishing up her cooking.
"Morning sluts!" I greeted them.
"Good morning, master!" McKenna and Lacey said in unison. I sat down at the table.
"May I eat at the table today, master?" asked Meg. McKenna's eyes widened and she immediately stood up and dropped to her knees.
"Yes, you may. So, McKenna, I take it you know what you did wrong?"
"Yes, master!" said McKenna hastily "I'm sorry master!"
"You need to do better than that. Apologise the way you know I want you to."
McKenna hesitated for a moment as Meg looked at her and smirked.
"This stupid slut is sorry for sitting at the table without permission. I know that as I slave I need my master's permission to do that, and I did it without asking. I'm so sorry, master!"
"What do you think your punishment should be?"
"Please go easy on me! My ass is still sore!"
"What will you do to avoid another assfucking this morning?"
"I-I-I-"
"Call the office and tell them you will be working from home this morning."
"Yes, sir!"
McKenna left to find her phone while Lacey served us breakfast. I made Lacey put McKenna's in her dog bowl and allowed Lacey to eat at the table with Meg and I. McKenna came back into the room and dropped to her knees at my side.
"I did as you asked, master."
"Good, your food is over there. You know what to do."
"Yes, master."
McKenna crawled over to her dog bowl and began to eat. I had Lacey pour some water for her as well, which she lapped up like a dog would.
"I have some news," I announced. "I am putting Meg in charge of training. While the two of you have improved signifigantly, there is still some work to be done. You will notice how, even now, Meg is thrusting out her tits so that I can have the best possible view? This is what you all should be doing. Meg will be training you every evening before bed to be better slaves. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, master!"
"Good," I said. "Meg, you will start tonight. I want to see some sign of improvement by the end of the week or you will be punished."
"Yes, master. If I may ask, what will my punishment be?"
"Proportional to how bad of a job you've done. Your reward will also be proportional."
"Yes, master. Thank you, master!"
"Of course, slave. Now, McKenna, you know you have to be punished for sitting at the table without permission?"
"Yes, master."
"I will give you two options. One is another assfucking, which you already said you can't take. The other involves public humiliation. Neither will be pleasant for you."
"What kind of public humiliation?" McKenna asked cautiously. "I am still on the board of a- AH!"
McKenna yelped as I walked over to her and twisted her nipple.
"I know you're a powerful board member," I told her, still holding the nipple while McKenna whimpered, "but you're still my bitch. What are you?"
"I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch daddy!"
I released McKenna's nipple and she took a few breaths but did not speak.
"You have two options," I began again. "Option one: I will fuck you in the ass and the only lube you will have is a pre anal blowjob. Option two: we will go out for brunch and you will eat at the restauruant topless. Your choice. I will need your answer by the time I'm finished eating though. If you don't choose, I will do both."
McKenna looked like she wanted to argue, but she simply mumbled her affirmation and went back to her food. I sat down and purposely took a long time to eat, even pausing to allow myself to enjoy a blowjob from Lacey while I played with Meg's tits. I took the last bite of my eggs just as I was cumming in Lacey's mouth.
"Share the cum with Meg," I ordered. Lacey and Meg french kissed and about half the load spilt into Meg's mouth. Both presumably swallowed but I was already attaching a leash to McKenna's collar and yanked it so she would look up at me from her kneeling position.
"Well?" I asked. "What is your decision?"
"I can't take the ass fucking," she whispered. I yanked the leash up and harshly smacked McKenna across the face.
"I didn't ask if you could take the assfucking," I told her. "I needed a decision. If you can't decide, then I guess I have no choice but to-"
"Topless!" she cried. "I'll eat topless!"
"See? That's all I wanted to know. Go shower while I pick out Meg's outfit."
Lacey did not have to leave for the strip club for a while, so I allowed her to have some free time after doing the dishes. I leashed up Meg and crawled her into the bedroom for the heck of it before picking out a blue dress with matching heels for her to wear to work. I removed the collar and kissed her goodbye with a smack on the ass for good measure. She left and I went into the bathroom while McKenna sobbed in the shower.
"What's wrong?" I asked innocently, opening the shower curtains.
"I-I-I don't.... I...."
"Then you shouldn't have broken my rules. No, I'm not falling for this. I have been very fair with you these last months and you have been doing the bare minimum. You need to internalise the fact that you are a slave and this is what we are going to work on today for both you and Lacey. So, finish up and meet me in the bedroom in fifteen minutes. You aren't getting any mercy from me today."
I shut the curtain and left. I selected a semi casual outfit for the day and laid it on the bed for McKenna to dress me when she got out of the shower, which she did, still dripping wet. After she dressed me, she went back to the bathroom to do her hair while I picked out her "outfit," which was really just a pair of jeans and high heels. McKenna squeezed into the jeans (which, of course made her ass pop) and put on the shoes before looking at me. I smiled as I looked her up and down, letting my gaze linger on her bare tits.
"Alright, let's go!" I announced. McKenna meekly followed a little behind me as we made our way downstairs and to the parking lot. We came across nobody before getting into the car. I drove this time while making McKenna give me head. I didn't need eyes on her quite yet. The blowjob lasted a while and I came a couple minutes after arriving at the brunch spot. Making sure McKenna swallowed, I gave her a tic tac before we stepped out of the car. Instantly, passersby stared at McKenna's chest, her tits bouncing with each step. The black topless beauty tried her best to hide her embarassment as we entered the establishment.
"Ummmm.... ummmmm.... I... I don't know if.... ma'am, you need to put on a shirt," the guy at the counter said. He barely looked a day over twenty one.
"Do you have a problem with my girlfriend's body?" I asked. The man stammered some more.
"I-I-I n-no... I-I j-just... no shoes, no shirt, no service!"
