"First things first. When we get home." I announced as I drove home. "I want the meat taken inside and put away. Sonya, you and I will pack it into the freezers. Once it is frozen solid, I was thinking we might want to sort it into type of cuts. Roasts, steaks, ground each kept separate. That is just a suggestion. You are the one handling the kitchen." She agreed and said she was thinking along the same lines as she had to unpack some ground meat to find the steaks we ate the night before. "Let's just get it in there for tonight." I said.
For some reason I had the older women in my car for the return trip. Lenore sat in front. Sonya, Beth and Charlene were packed side by side into the back seat. They had to be feeling the closeness. I almost opened my mouth to comment that if they had not had such firm, trim asses, they would not have been able to fit. Robin drove the other car which had a larger back seat, but the women had made their choice. I just told them to load up when it was time to go home. I'd learned to put a filter between my mouth and brain long ago. I also kept from asking why those women decided they wanted to ride with me. That comment might not have been offensive. I asked "How would you two like to have your catheters removed tonight?" Beth did not hesitate to thank me effusively. Charlene was just slightly less appreciative. I told them I had a few things to do after Sonya and I put the meat away but they were on my list. The two did their best to expedite getting the food inside, encouraging the younger girls to 'get with it'.
I had dismantled the computer and server in my office the previous night. The younger women helped me carry my desk to the other office and place it properly. I decided to haul each electronic component myself. Not only was that part of my OCD talking, I had an ulterior motive. I had an additional piece of equipment to install. It was small and simply required a USB connection but I wanted the job done quietly and without anyone noticing..
I took me an hour to get the server up and running. That extra component took five seconds. Unless somebody really knew what she was looking at, they would be completely in the dark as to it's function. I did not even reveal its existence to Lenore. I guess that was because I felt a little guilty about it. I admitted to myself I was being a complete dick but this was my home. I wanted to know what was going on in it. I justified my actions by telling myself the women were slaves and as such, had no expectation of privacy.
While we were all at the Hacienda that day, I enlisted a friend of mine to install sound activated listening devices in the slaves' bedrooms, living room and the kitchen. My former office was also bugged. Only my own bedroom was left private. This friend inspected the whole house a week ago to check to see if Joanne and Robin had bugged it. They had never indicated they had, but Joanne had tried to monitor my cell, so I did not exactly trust her. Now it was my turn. Any conversation would be recorded and transmitted to my receiver where it would be transferred to an appropriate file on my private computer. I had previously paired each device to the receiver. Multiple bugs in each room ensured full coverage. My friend assured me I would be able to hear a mouse pissing on cotton.
I was confident my friend had not mixed up the devices as it would be a real mess to sort it out. He could not test the system to make sure it worked since the receiver was not connected. I would do that when it began to record. All I could do at this point was watch the indicator tell me data was being collected from the bedrooms and living room. Something was being recorded. The kitchen and my old office were quiet like I expected.
I had already told everybody tomorrow would be a casual day. There was no need to get up early unless they wanted coffee. Breakfast would be delayed to mid-morning so they could relax in bed for a while. I had an ulterior motive of course. I wanted an excuse to get away and listen to their conversations.
I walked into the living room to see if the older women were ready for me. They had pulled out the sofa bed in readiness for sleep. I was surprised to see both had freshly showered and were waiting for me nude. "Ready for me, huh?" I quipped. "In more ways than one." Beth said, seductively. I smiled back and told them to come along to my room.
I had not checked before I went to get Beth and Charlene, but Lenore had Joanne in the room already. Joanne was naked, standing quietly, legs a short distance apart as Lenore locked her back into the chastity belt. "I let Joanne scrub up without the belt on." Lenore offered as explanation. She had a little grin on her face. 'We had a little talk about how we were going to move forward living in the same house."
"Oh, is that all you were doing?" I asked. "Smells a little like aroused pussy in here." Lenore grinned at me while Joanne blushed crimson.
"Well, there was a little price to be paid to get the belt removed." Lenore admitted. "But I also wanted to check her for injuries. Her little anal pucker is pretty sore and inflamed. I rubbed a little ointment on it and in it. That got us both going a bit, so we did a little playing. You don't mind do you?" she asked with a wink.
I said,"Not at all."
We had talked already about what she was going to do with Joanne when she set her down to talk. I assumed a little sex would play a part. At the very least Joanne would be nude to put her in the proper submissive mood. As beautiful and sexy as Joanne was, her fully exposed body would be hard to resist touching.
Lenore said she was going to be nice about it but planned to let Joanne know in no uncertain terms she was part of the household and as a free woman had the authority to give orders and expect them to be obeyed. She fully intended to be supportive of Joanne to finish her degree program and would help her develop a career afterwards.
Without being told both Beth and Charlene immediately assumed the 'present' position many used in 'slave yoga'. They stood with their hands behind the small of their backs, legs spread slightly more than shoulder width apart. Head up, but eyes focused on the floor in front of them. Breasts pushed out. Some preferred an alternate version changing the hand position to behind the head with elbows back which was more uncomfortable.
Slave yoga had originated from the large slave markets. It was used to display the females in the best, that meaning the most provocative positions possible. Another position had the female bent over, hands on the floor, with her ass raised to present her crotch from behind. Free women and even high school girls would occasionally practice the positions in private, mostly with the idea of teasing a sexual partner. Christine had once caught Joanne practicing the moves. It led to another long discussion about sexual activity beyond the biological perspective.
