Kim and Tabby waited a moment after knocking on Chelsea's door before her man opened it. Tabby's eyes flared, Kim put her hand in his hair to calm him. Sometimes, if men came from the same area they would remember bits of their old lives. Tabby definitely recognized the dark-skinned scientist from the vault, but at least he wasn't trying to jump up and fight him or anything. Tabby wasn't a fighter anyway, but you never knew when you were talking about men.
"Who is it, Cammy?" Chelsea called from the living room, but she was already walking over to see before he could respond.
Cammy squirmed a bit in place as Chelsea came over and set one of her hands on his shoulder. She kept Cammy unleashed and ungagged. That's what you could do when you picked an obedient one. He was dressed in a simple maid's outfit and apron. Chelsea gestured and he nodded sheepishly before lifting the hem of both his skirt and apron so they could see his caged clitty as he bowed.
"That's good, Cammy!" Chelsea patted his back and tousled his hair. "But next time, I want you to remember to do that without me reminding you, okay?"
"Yes, mistress," Cammy whispered as she kept ruffling his hair.
"Kim!" Chelsea turned to her guests and shook Kim's hand. "I'm glad you two could make it."
"This... is a work event, isn't it?" Kim frowned.
"Not technically, no." Chelsea gestured them in, "It's going to be full of people from work, but that's sort of a correlation thing. Higher-ups want to do an obedience check on the vault men."
"Oh..." Kim shrugged out of her coat, "I wish they'd waited a bit longer. Tabby is having some trouble."
"Don't worry, it's not a performance review or anything." Chelsea reached out and pinched Tabby's chin. He clearly wanted to squirm away, but he knew better. "It's more of a check-in. We'll talk a bit, have a bite to eat, then if you want to, there are some obedience exercises we can run through."
"Is that why you had me..." Kim gestured awkwardly to a package she was carrying.
"Yes, yes," Chelsea took the box, "But later. Let's save this until after we've had a bite and made our introductions."
Chelsea's living room was decorated with an assortment of stark, black and white artworks and overgrown greenery. Creepers trailed down from hanging pots to the floor and lush wet leaves sprouted from every corner, every unadorned nook. Despite this, the center space was almost aggressively open. All of the seats were pushed back against the walls, leaving enough room in the center for three full-sized Futa to lie head-to-toe either way across. The light wood floor shone spotlessly, decorated with a few spare yoga mats that probably weren't just for show, knowing her. The kitchen smelled lovely, though in the sense of sauteing vegetables with an abundance of herbs and seasonings. If there was a scrap of meat it would have shocked Kim dead.
Ellen was there with a brunette male in matching sort of outfits. She was a tall, excessively friendly, curvy woman with more chest than she would have liked, enough of it that the starched and stiff white shirt she was wearing looked like she'd been sewn into it while her male's was open at the collar and loose as a gown. They each wore a pair of tan breeches with leather straps crossing them, his were assless. He had a docile sort of look, though judging by how red his rear was, he'd spent far too much time recently riding either a horse or its owner.
Maddy was sitting back on one of the chairs with her feet up on the back of a kneeling chubby blonde male. She was normally just as kind and sociable as Ellen or Chelsea, but she was dressed almost entirely in latex, down to a slick black cock sheath, and fidgeted with her hands. Her red hair was tied up in a bun and she looked like she'd been interrupted in the middle of something. The blonde man was dressed in a latex, spaghetti-strap camisole and a skirt so short as to almost be pointless. He was made up gaudily as a cheerleader, and his cowed but relieved look suggested he had been just as much in the middle of whatever it was they were doing.
Chelsea's man came in and bowed as he set some appetizers on one of the counters, then adjusted his glasses before shuffling his way back into the kitchen. Chelsea caught him and tutted gently on her way out to the rest of them. Her hair was ratty and brown, but in a way that suggested perhaps more care than she wanted people to think. She was wearing a casual, loose white top that draped around her more like a suggestion and - scandalously - closed-crotch spandex pants.
"The hell are you wearing?" Maddy snorted at her.
"Excuse Maddy," Chelsea said to Kim, "Apparently she and her man do some kind of 'discipline' every night at the same time, and she only remembered right in the middle of it that we were doing this tonight."
"And only learned on arriving that I didn't actually have to be here," Maddy sighed. "But we're here already, and my footstool could use some socialization for once."
Her footstool whimpered through a bar gag.
"As for what I'm wearing," Chelsea shrugged, "When you're doing certain stretches, having your genitals hanging free risks injury."
"What kind of stretches are you doing that put your dick in danger?" Kim muttered.
"Difficult ones," Chelsea grinned back.
"It can certainly be in the way sometimes," Ellen offered.
"And here I thought you were too good for it to get in the way," Kim snickered.
"You're one to talk," Maddy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "Can your man even take you?"
"We're... working on it," Kim said self-consciously.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Chelsea patted Kim's arm, "Some girls simply receive more blessing from the goddess than others."
"And some girls receive too much," Ellen grimaced.
"On second thought, can anybody take you?" Maddy frowned.
"I'm no virgin!" Kim was very quickly not having any fun, "I've been to the pens, same as anybody."
"We just need to get your man on some of those pen drugs then," Maddy leaned down and lifted her man's face so he could see Kim's cock. "See that? I told you that you have it easy."
