We arrived at my house, an apartment spacious enough to accommodate only 3 people, but now had 8 people living there. Esther, with an air of superiority, led the girls inside.
"Alright, my little pets," she announced, her voice laced with amusement, "let me show you where you'll be staying."
She led them to her previous room. It wasn't much – just a bare room with a few blankets and pillows and just one bed on the floor. It was Esther's old room, where she used to sleep.
But after I turned Esther into my woman, she started sleeping with me, I mean of course she would sleep with me. We moved their master bedroom from her room to mine so we could sleep comfortably together.
My bed was moved to Esther's old room, which could only fit one person. Her things were moved to my room. My dad's photos and other things related to him were put in the cupboard.
I still love him enough to not throw all his belongings away but I need some space especially when I'm Esther's new husband now, and thus his pictures and belongings were put in a cupboard and they were replaced with pictures of Esther and me in all kinds of poses.
Be it her hopping on my back, me carrying her in princess carry or our wedding photo that I took when I married Esther, all of them were put on the wall.
Of course, none of them were NSFW, since I wouldn't want anyone but Esther and me to see them. All in all, Esther's old room was very plain, but the girls' eyes lit up with excitement when they saw their new room.
"This is… perfect, Mistress," Linda exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.
"We're so grateful, Mistress, that you let us use your old room," Sarah added, her eyes shining with happiness.
"It's more than we deserve as your slaves, Mistress," Karen chimed in, a shy smile on her face.
Diane and Susan simply nodded in agreement, their faces beaming with joy.
They quickly settled into their new "home," arranging the blankets and pillows to create a cozy nest. Esther watched them with a satisfied smirk.
"Now," she said, her voice firm, "there are a few rules you need to follow in this house."
The girls snapped to attention, their eyes fixed on Esther.
"First," she continued, "you are never to enter Master's and my room without permission. Always knock first."
The girls nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress," they chorused.
"Second," Esther said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "you will be accompanying us in the bath."
The girls' eyes widened in surprise.
"It will be your duty to bathe us," Esther explained, "while Master and I… enjoy each other's company."
A blush crept onto the girls' faces, but their eyes also held a spark of excitement. They were eager to serve, to please, to be a part of our intimate moments.
"We understand, Mistress," Linda said, her voice barely a whisper.
"We will serve you well," Sarah added, her eyes shining with devotion.
Esther smiled, pleased with their response. "Good," she purred. "Now, a few more things..."
The girls leaned in, eager to hear their new duties.
"You will prepare breakfast every morning before Master and I wake up," Esther continued. "You will keep the house clean and tidy at all times. You will be responsible for grocery shopping and running any errands we need. You will help us get dressed and ready for the day."
The girls nodded eagerly, their faces glowing with enthusiasm. They were thrilled to be given such important tasks.
"And finally," Esther said, her voice taking on a stern tone, "if you wish to… indulge in any self-pleasure, you must ask for our permission first."
The girls blushed, but they quickly nodded their understanding. They knew their bodies were no longer their own.
"Do you understand all the rules?" Esther asked, her eyes scanning the group.
"Yes, Mistress!" the girls replied in unison, their voices filled with a mix of excitement and reverence.
Esther smiled, satisfied. "Good," she purred. "Now, get settled in. We have much to do."
With a flurry of nervous energy, the girls began unpacking their meager belongings. They quickly changed out of their regular clothes. Stripping themselves naked and taking the lingerie provided by Esther.
The girls looked at the lingerie Esther had given them and had to admit it was… different. The bras were open cups, more like frames for their breasts than actual bras.
Their breasts were completely visible, meant to be looked at, not hidden. The bras were designed to highlight their breasts and make them more appealing.
The underwear matched – crotchless panties that left their pussies completely exposed. A heavy blush spread across their faces as they stripped down and revealed themselves in the revealing lingerie.
They knew what Esther was doing. She was dressing them to be looked at, not just by us, but by anyone we might meet. It was another way of marking them, of reminding them of their place.
One of the reasons for the revealing lingerie was to constantly remind them that they were no longer respectable women, but my personal sluts.
Another reason, and perhaps the most practical, was so that I could easily grab their breasts whenever I wanted. After all, they all had breasts big enough to qualify as "oppai is truth."
Over the lingerie, they then put on the maid uniforms Esther had provided. The uniforms were simple but elegant, designed to be both practical and… appealing highlighting their breasts especially the nipples properly.
The contrast between the demure maid outfits and the scandalous lingerie underneath added another layer of arousal and humiliation.
The girls, now clad in their new attire, looked like proper servants, ready to cater to our every whim.
Another reason, and perhaps the most practical, was so that I could easily grab their breasts whenever I wanted. After all, they all had breasts big enough to qualify as "oppai is truth."
Over the lingerie, they then put on the maid uniforms Esther had provided. The uniforms were simple but elegant, designed to be both practical and… appealing, highlighting their breasts, especially the nipples, properly.
The contrast between the demure maid outfits and the scandalous lingerie underneath added another layer of arousal and humiliation. The girls, now clad in their new attire, looked like proper servants, ready to cater to our every whim.
As they emerged, I gave them a thorough look from up to down. To ensure they were wearing the lingerie I had given them, I pinched each of their nipples through their maid outfits.
Twisting them properly to ensure that the only thing I feel other than the nipples should be the fabric of the maid top and nothing other than that.
They moaned softly, as their bodies reacted to my rough twisting of their nipples. I then slipped my hands inside their skirts, checking to make sure they were wearing the crotchless panties given them.
As my fingers slid into their pussies to make sure they obeyed the orders properly. Once again they moaned, their faces flushing heavily.
"Alright," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "Since you have properly obeyed the dress code. It's time for your first official order as my maids."
I gestured to the center of the room. "Turn yourselves into a royal chair for me."
Without a word, the girls nodded and moved into position. Susan and Sarah stood like armrests, their arms outstretched.
I stretched my hands wide like a king and grabbed their breasts tightly as my hands were resting on their shoulders and groping their tits through their maid outfits as I settled onto Linda, who had ducked down to form the seat.
Diane knelt in front of me, acting as a footrest as my leg rested on her head. Karen stood behind me, using her body as a support for my back as she massaged my shoulders.
"Perfect," I said, leaning back and relaxing. Taking in the feeling of sitting on a human chair made of five milfs. "Now, here's the deal. Whenever I signal," I said, "you'll instantly turn yourselves into a chair, switching positions as you see fit.
There shouldn't be any fighting over who does what. As soon as I signal, the chair should be ready for me to sit. Whoever fights gets no food for the whole week." The girls nodded eagerly, their eyes fixed on me.
"Now," I continued, "Esther and I are going to work out. You girls will clean the house, prepare hot water for our bath, and have dinner ready for us when we get back. We'll need to replenish our energy after a long, relaxing bath."
The girls nodded in understanding. Esther, however, slumped her shoulders in a tired sigh. "We just got back from our trip," she complained. "Can't we relax for a day?"
"Nope," I said firmly. "You've had a whole week off without working out let alone exercising. No more rest for you." I looked at her pointedly. "I want you in my room in five minutes, dressed for a workout."
Esther opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off. "If you want to rest," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument, "then today, you get nothing. No food from me, no sex, no cuddles, nothing. No pampering, and you don't get to sleep beside me."
Her eyes widened in realization. "And," I added, a playful smirk on my lips, "if you're so tired from the trip and want to rest and don't want to exercise, I'll just… rearrange things. I'll use these slaves and have sex with them instead of with you, while you get to watch."
Esther's expression changed instantly. She knew I wasn't kidding, especially in terms of exercises. She knew how much she valued our time together, how much she enjoyed the special treatment, the pampering, the sex.
And she certainly didn't want her privileges going to the slaves even for a single day. Her shoulders straightened, and her tired sigh vanished.
"I'll be there in two minutes, Sir," she said, her voice now filled with determination as she saluted, looking at me with serious determination, just like a new recruit would.
She gave the girls a quick glance, a silent warning in her eyes as if telling them, "Don't even try to have any wrong ideas, he's mine." and hurried off to our room. She knew better than to give me any bullshit excuses when it came to fitness.
True to her word, Esther was in the workout room in under two minutes, clad in her gym clothes.
Her workout outfit consisted of a pair of tight-fitting leggings that hugged her curves and a sports bra that barely contained her huge breasts, showing off her cleavage.
I had already started my routine, and she quickly joined in. However, while I powered through the exercises with ease, Esther struggled. Even basic warm-ups seemed to take a toll on her.
"How… how can you do all this so easily?" she gasped, collapsing onto a mat after a particularly grueling set. "I can barely… do anything, my muscles feel so sore just from the basic exercise."
"That's because you haven't worked out in seven days," I said, not missing a beat as I continued my routine. "While I, on the other hand, have worked out every single day."
Esther looked at me incredulously. "Every single day? Even on vacation? When did you do your workout? I didn't even see it?"
I nodded. "Every single day, you guys might have not noticed but that villa had a gym as well and I worked out every single night when you guys fell asleep." I confirmed.
"I just have 23 hours in a day, instead of 24 hours like everyone else. One hour, every day, is dedicated to staying fit. No excuses."
Esther stared at me, a mixture of admiration and frustration in her eyes. She knew I was right. She knew the importance of discipline and consistency, especially when it came to fitness. And she knew she had some catching up to do.
"I want you to be a badass fighting bitch," I said, my voice firm. "Women who can protect themselves and stay fit are way hotter than normal women. Plus," I added with a wink, "a fitter physique means healthier babies."
Esther's eyes lit up. The idea of being a strong, capable woman, someone who could hold her own in a fight, clearly appealed to her. And the mention of healthy babies definitely hit a nerve. She was determined to be the best possible partner for me, in every way.
With renewed motivation, Esther threw herself into the workout. She pushed herself harder, her determination evident in every movement. Sweat glistened on her body, her clothes soaked through as she went through the exercises.
She grunted and panted, her muscles burning, but she didn't stop. She was determined to prove herself, to me and to herself.
By the time we finished the workout, Esther was completely exhausted. She collapsed onto a mat, her chest heaving, her body trembling with fatigue.
But despite the exhaustion, a satisfied smile played on her lips. She had pushed herself to the limit, and she knew it. She was one step closer to becoming the badass fighting bitch I wanted her to be.
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