Master and his Girls

(( OOC: I am looking to do a scene where my character is the master of a number of different girls living in his household. Can be any real number of females but no males... sorry guys. They could have been specifically bred and trained for this sort of lifestyle and some could have been bought or been gifts. Just want to see if anyone is interested in joining this before I go into a log detailed post. I will just give character specs. Please do the same ))

Name: Wil Syntar
Title: Master
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 190lbs
Hair/eye color: Short dirty blonde/blue
Age:34
Work Status: Retired

Wil Syntar was never one to really settle down. One woman for the rest of his life enver seemed to be appealing. Plus he came from a loveless family so he didn't quite understand the feeling since it was something he never experienced. Instead he saw women as objects just as his father more or less treated his mother. He took it to an extreme though later in his life. After making his fortune in the stock market, he know retired to live out his life in luxury. He now could afford a home out in the middle of no where built to his specifications. He didn't live alone as he had a number of slaves living with him. Each had different tasks within the household. Some cooked, others cleaned, others still would garden, and another might be his personal pet that followed him around like a dog. (other tasks open, feel free to create more) However, all were responsible for the job of pleasuring the master. It was the one task the each would have to hold high over the other. They would have to be ready to fulfill his every desire at his beck and call even if that meant join him with another one of the girls. He didn't care if the girls enjoyed each others company while he was away or not currently in use of them. He didn't want them at all associating with other males which wasn't a problem since there wasn't any around for miles. These girls gave everything of themselves to their master and would serve him faithfully until the end. Wil never would grow attached as these girls were property to him.

Kitten awoke when she felt her create bump the floor. She yawned and starched. She licked her lips, her mouth was dry. The water bottles were empty and her food was gone. But something made her stop think of that. Voices, wonderful male voices. The clinic had kept her away from male so her imprint programming would imprint her devotion on the first male she saw. She had only saw women for her 18 years and the sound of male voices made her excited.

She heard some of the voices going away and felt sad. Then there was noises outside of her create and the door opened. She heard a nice male voice tell her to come out. She crawled out and saw some feet. She slowly looked up until she saw a handsome face smiling at her. She smiled back. “Hello, masterrrr.” She purred and crawled over and rubbed her face against his legs. She sat back on her feet and smiled up at him. “I am Kitten and I am forrr yourrr pleaurrre.” Her programming kick in she was now solely devoted to this male all her life now.


Kitten
Age: 18
Height : 5”2”
Hair: Black to the middle of her back
Eyes: big and brown
Physical Characteristics: Her skin is naturally dark tanned with a light glossiness to it, lightly freckled shoulders and very soft and smooth. Her pubic hair was lasered off. She has soft full pouting lips. Her body is slender but a bit athletic. Her breast size is low B very cute and a tight little ass. She is very limber.

Background: The clinic bred Kitten as a pleasure pet. She is human but acts like a cat. As per order she was spade and her pubic hair was removed. She is subservient and will do anything her master says. The clinic recommends that the new owner not be fiscally violent to their products, as this can mess up their programming. She was trained to enjoy sex in all three regains, to like the taste of cum, and to not like to wear cloths. She can walk on her two feet but can also move rather will crawling around.

He looked to the crate now that he was alone. He used the crowbar handed to him to pry it open as he looked into the darkness of the box to see the nude frame of the girl before him. He smiled as she was as he saw in the pictures when choosing her. He titled his head to one side as he watched her crawl her nude frame over towards him. He bent at his knees some as he leaned forward slightly when she leaned herself back on her feet in such a provactive kneel. "Welcome to my home my pet... I hope you are here for my pleasure... isn't that what will make you happy?"

He moved his hand to touch along the side of her face feeling her soft skin as he slid it along her hairline. He was curious about her and what she would actually be able to do though he had a good idea of what exactly.

Even thought she had never had sex before she knew why she was getting wet. “Yes it would me verrry happy, Masterrr.” She closed her eyes and purred as his hand touched her face. She turned her head and gently licked his hand. Her tongue was still dry form not having enough to drink but it was still nice to feel on his skin.

“What does Masterrr want of me?” She opened her big brown eyes at him and smiled.

He felt that tongue as it felt more like a cat's tongue than a persons. He knew what he wanted as he had such a willing pet nude infront of him. He moved his hand towards her chin rubbing along her neck. "This pet seems to be thirsty... would she like to drink of her Master's cum" He knew she wouldn't be able to say no to him as he leaned back some and moved towards a nearby chair that had soft furs about it. Obviously it was his chair in the house and no one else could sit in it, unless on his lap as he sat in it.

He waved the girl over curious now as to her exact training. Did she know how to remove pants or atleast unbutton them. He was sure nothing was left out or her programming.

((Hope you don't mind me joining. I won't interrupt anything right now just in case))

Natasha groaned as she rolled over, the soft silkiness of the sheets making it impossible not to sleep well but at the same time her head was throbbing slightly. She figured the 'master' had had his way with her again and he wasn't gentle about it. Then again, he couldn't be very gentle with her. She wouldn't give him the option. Natasha was not like any of the other girls in the household. No, she was much more insubordinate than the others. Why? She didn't want to be in this hell hole with Will or any of the other girls. No, she was held against her will for the most part. She'd only been around for a month or so and she dreaded every morning she awoke. I'm sure you're wondering how the beautiful raven haired Russian ended up in such a position. Well, she was a gift, an exotic ethnic gift to Will for a special occasion. Being the powerful, yet retired man he was, didn't mean people still didn't owe him. You see, Natasha was born in Russia but ever since she could remember she'd wanted to live in the States.

She couldn't immigrate for some reason never quite clear, maybe her age, but the minute she turned 18, she decided to get herself smuggled in. What a huge mistake. She didn't find out what she owed the smugglers until she arrived on US ground and she regretted it. Evidently the smugglers had friends and one of them needed a girl. Natasha had been their prime choice. Being passed off to a businessman wasn't horrible in her mind, he treated her well the first few days, gave her a place to sleep and food, bought her clothes, plus she did what she liked...until one day he told her to pack up her things and brought her to this mansion in the middle of no where. And this new guy...the one that forced her to call him master...actually expected her to tend to his every want and need. The Russian had always been rather strong willed so she didn't take lightly to being bossed around. That's when all the trouble started.

Sighing she sat up and ran a hand through her jet black locks of hair. Will was no where in sight, not that she minded all that much. She liked her alone time though she noticed Will liked her company no matter how rude she could be to him. In the end he always won out, whether she was drunk, drugged or she just finally caved in, but once it was over, he always locked her away in her room. It was a beautiful place, large and spacious, but it felt like a cage to her.

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Name: Natasha
Title: The Wild One
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 130lbs
Breast Size: 36 D
Hair/eye color: Long flowing black/Grayish blue
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Russian
Doesn't particularly like her arrangements here, but deals with it. Not the most willing to please Will, but she has a certain fire in her veins that's alluring

She really wanted water but the thought of tasting his salty cum took over. They had given her cum at the clinic to as a treat for good behavior. She made sure to always behave. His hands were gentle and warm. She purred at his touch.

“Yes, Masterrr.” She watched him walk to a chair and sit down. When he waved her over she started to purr louder and crawled over to him. Her eyes were fixed to his crotch and she licked her lips in anticipation.

She sat down on her feet her knees between her master’s feet. She reached out and rubbed her hands up his legs until they got to his crotch. She smiled up at him looking for encouragement. Then she slowly unbuttoned his pants and started to remove his pants.

Claire
Age: 22
Height : 5'0
Hair: Red-brown, very soft, wavy, and just past her shoulders
Eyes: Large, Black
Physical Characteristics: She is very pale, a soft blush to her cheeks, and pouty lips. Though she is very short, she is also very slender with large C cup breasts with puffy pink nipples. Her features and hands are quite delicate. She keeps her pussy cleanshaven.
Other Characteristics: Her voice is very soft, so much so that Will has often scolded her to speak up. She is very affectionate, understanding, and devoted. She has been with Will for almost 5 years. She has a deep, enduring "old soul" quality.
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Claire squirmed in her little bed. She usually was allowed to sleep at the foot of Will's bed, but he had gotten a new girl, Kitten, and she had spent last night in one of the little spare beds he kept available for his slaves. She stretched out and got to her feet, going to the kitchen to begin cooking Will's breakfast. She loved to give him pleasure. Many of the younger girls, or even older girls who had less spiritual depth, were easily seduced into a false image of what servitude was. Often, they assumed that to be a good submissive had only to do with sex. That every duty they were accountable for involved being chained up or on their hands and knees. Cooking for Will was one of Claire's favorite parts of her day. Claire stood on her tippy toes to get her apron and hummed softly as she got out her pots and pans for breakfast.

He watched as the girl crawled towards him. His eyes following her every move seeing how graceful and cat-like she was in this position. He saw her stop and get to her knees between his legs as he opened them when she came closer.

His eyes looking to the her hands as they moved up his legs to his pants. He didn't stop her from doing so. Only watching her still as she felt him at the crotch of his pants. He wasn't firmly erect yet but he knew he soon would be. His one hand moved to run through her hair as his hips were lifted once she unbuttoned his pants. "Such a good pet. You already know what your master likes."

He would settle down once more with his pants removed as his hand would remain running through her soft long locks as he could have sworn he was hearing sounds coming from the kitchen not too far from the main living room.

Carefully sleeping out of her bed, she held her head the throbbing not seeming to leave her. It was Will's doing she was sure of it. After all he had to keep her drugged up to calm the fire inside her. The only time it wasn't a problem was when she was in bed. Unlike a lot of the girls, Natasha was one he could be as rough with as he wanted. She was delicate, just not as delicate as the other girls, she could withstand a much rougher session. No, he didn't make love to her and it wasn't mild enough to be just called sex either. No, he fucked her in all senses of the word, but his taste for her was rare. He preferred the submissive girls, she was just incase he ever did want variety.

Natasha stood naked, though she moved to her dresser, pulling out a pair of lace black panties and a bra. It was the only things she had to wear at the moment plus she was too dizzy and somewhat tired to search for something more to cover her. Plus it was as hot as hell in the room. Fishing in her dresser, she found her trusty bobby pin and moved to the door, carefully picking its lock. After a second of toying with it, it clicked and she opened the door. She was parched so she made her way toward the kitchen, eyes shut to try and help keep her wobbling body up. She hated the shit he gave her, it zapped her of her strength but her spirit was still there if only somewhat. The girl stumbled into the living room, hearing noises and opened her eyes to see Will positioned in a chair, legs open with a new 'pet' between them. "At least you're comfortable," she said somewhat bitterly, her Russian accent still just as thick as ever.

He smirked when he saw Natasha looking groggy come walking into the room. His eyes moving over her frame seeing it to be as perfect as ever. She was dressed in a way that amused him but he kept it to only a smirk.

A nod of his head was given to her at the response to her question. He licked his lips as he was in fact quite comfortable. He knew she should be in her room but she wasn't going anywhere so he didn't fear her either. "Actually yes... I am quite comfortable. You should join Kitten here... I am sure you two will get along nicely." He smirked at her as he didn't want his pet to stop what she was about to do as well.

Kitten looked at his cock and marveled at how nice it looked. She licked her lips and moved her head forward. She caught a glimpse of some one walking by but gave them no mind. Lifting his cock up, she licked it slowly from the base to the head. Her tough was a bit rougher than regular humans but guys always like their pets tongue. When she got to the head she quickly lick off a bead of precum. Closing her eyes she began to tease his cock head with her tongue. Then she looked up at him and smile. She opened her mouth and slowly took his cock deep into her mouth.

The clinic had made her able to hold her breath longer then most humans. So she let his cock go deep into her throat. She then would pull her head back until only the head was in her mouth then back into her throat.

Noticing his smirk, Natasha glared at him. What the hell did he think was funny?? He was quite lucky he was able to keep her under control or she would have ripped that fine example of a specimen off, therefor castrating him. But she was groggy and no where near strong enough to commit such an act as she watched his new pet excitedly go down on him. The Russian was fairly good at giving head, but even then she was rough, nipping and playing rough with his goods, a little too rough for his liking she supposed. Not that it really mattered.

The girl took note of his suggestion a devilish smirk over taking her features as she moved closer to him. Her curvy porcelain figure stepped behind him, hands raking through his soft hair, her full luscious lips at his ear as she whispered.

"You'd really like that...wouldn't you?" she asked teasingly, letting her plump Russian lips graze his ear ever so gently before nipping at it, her hands moving to his shoulders, sexily running them down his chest and back up, whispering again, her voice husky and sexy. "I'll let your new toy have some fun by herself, she looks as though she could use the attention more than me," Running her hands through his hair one more time, she stood straight, flipping her own slightly though she didn't move out of her spot, curling her finger around small strands of his hair.

He breathed in sharply as he watched his thirsty pet move towards his exposed cock. Feeling her tongue take its first lick. His eyes closed for just a moment at the sensation of her warm muscle gliding over him. They would open to see her move to that mushroomed tip. She definately had been shown what to do as he let out a held in breath feeling her beginning to take him deep into her throat. His fingers curling a bit in her hair now as he licked his own lips.

His attention looked to Natasha as she walked around him. He could feel her hands moving over his upper body and down his chest. Something about her intoxicated him though he never admit it that was probably one of the reasons he kept her around. He felt that slight nip to his ear as he turned his head some to look towards her. "You know you need it too. Your just not ready to.. mmmm... admit it."

He smirked as he looked back down to his new loyal pet. He wanted to see how well she worked so he kept his hips steady not thrusting up into her mouth. "That feels good pet." He wanted to make sure she knew she was doing well to please him.

At his comment, Natasha couldn't hold back a soft chuckle, her accent making it sound odd, but genuine all the same. She needed his attention? He wasn't the one being held hostage. Smirking, she allowed her slender finger to caress his cheek ever so lightly. Why not humor him? She had nothing better to do. Of course she could have gone to help Claire cook, but she was awful at that. The only job Will trusted her with was his evening massage and dusting in that stupid maid outfit he'd bought for her. What was so appealing about a maid anyway? It was humiliating yet she did it anyway.

"Oh yes master...I craaaave your attention," she purred, sarcasm coating her every word as she leaned down to his ear, sucking on the lobe gently before nipping again, though her eyes were watching his new 'pet'. She was eager, obviously trained for this sort of thing, but it didn't bother her. That was her problem and Natasha wasn't about to get work up about people being treated like animals. Her hands made her way back to his shoulders, massaging them with just enough pressure and roughness to bring his upper body pleasure, relaxing him even more as Kitten worked her magic. "How does that feel, Master?"

Kitten loved her master. She rolled her tongue around his shaft and sucked it hard. Se used her one hand to stroke down his cock as the other gently played with his balls. She pulled all the way back and smiled at him. “Thank you, Masterrrr.” She glanced at the women but didn’t care how she was.

She licked his cock then took a deep breath and took it all the way in to the base. She used the muscles of her throat to message it for a bit. Then she back up and started to fuck his cock with her mouth. He tasted so good to her his precum gave her a preview of what was to cum.

Well now, this was slightly unexpected from Natasha. His shoulders shifted some at the feeling of her hands working over them. He relaxed some into her touch as she used the right amount of force in order to get to his muscles. He moved his one hand back behind him on his chair to touch along the upper part of her one arm running along her smooth skin. He looked back to her for a moment. "You always have such good hands my dear... one of your enjoyable traits."

His attention went back to Kitten who popped off to thank him for his comment. He groaned slightly as his moistened member was exposed to the air. He thought he should perhaps compliment her while she was working as she might have been programmed to thank him for any compliments. He did breath in sharply when she took him to the base and let it out when she went back up on him. He watched her hair move about as she fucked him quicker with her mouth.

He shifted himself only slightly though he did lean his head back over the top of the couch and to the bra covered breasts of Natasha who was standing oh so close behind him. He figured he should use those natural pillows.

Kitten was bred to not get tired and she showed it. She worked his cock over and never slowed down. She did take it out of her mouth and lick it as she stroked his cock. Then back to the hilt. This time she sucked on his cock as she pulled back from him. The hand that was on his balls moved up to rub his chest. She could feel herself getting wet but was trained not to touch herself unless her master told her to.

Yes, she would humor him for now. Maybe if she pleased him, he wouldn't drug her up again this afternoon. It really was a nuisance, even now her head was still pulsating, but she did her best to ignore it. At least she wasn't the one on her knees at the moment. She saw the animal like being look up at her but ultimately ignore her. Natasha couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not, but she decided she didn't care. She was a animal, it wasn't as if she could keep her company anyway. Feeling Will touch her she resisted the urge to pull away, letting him trail his hand along her skin while commenting. "Personally I think all of my traits are good, especially the ones in which I can..." She gripped his shoulders much rougher before resuming the previous amount of pressure being applied,"...hurt you a bit,"

Natasha rolled her pale eyes at the animal's thank you. It annoyed her for some unknown reason, but she ignored the feeling as she continued working his shoulders. Suddenly Will leaned back, his head resting on her large plump tits as if they were pillows. She had half the mind to smack him, but if she wanted to go a day in which she could move around without stumbling every five minutes, she'd have to play nice. "Shall I puff them for you?" she asked, her voice sounding sickeningly sweet as she stood her ground, allowing his head to stay.

His breathing was getting heavier by the moment. His eyes closed as he felt Kitten going to work on him. He was fascinated by the way she worked him. How many dildos or other objects did she practice on. He bit into his bottom lip some as his fingers gripped her hair tighter.

His eyes opened at the feeling of the tighter grip as he smirked up to Natasha. Well well. She wasn't completely out of it he figured. Then why was she acting as she was. He was cautious with her but enjoyed this game they seemed to play as he moved his hand still along her arm moving his head back and forth along the tops of her breasts. "If you could... that would... uhhh... be great."

He could feel himself building towards something as tension was growing in him. He let out a groan again as his cock was popping in and out of her mouth watching her work so hard to please him. Her hand on his bare chest felt wonderful. This was the best part of being a master. Having multiple girls service you. He enjoyed the feelings of the hands on him as well as the mouth wrapped around his cock.

The Russian's temper flared hearing his words, but she calmed herself. She was only drugged enough to feel a little woozy, she didn't want him to make it to where she could barely function at all. So she bit her bottom lip hard, keeping her accented mouth shut as she paused momentarily to push her bra clad breasts together a bit. A second later her hands were working over his skin again, only they moved much slower, much more sexual as she heard him groan. The sooner he released, the sooner she'd be done. Hopefully. Natasha didn't expect him to want her to 'play' with his new pet as well. In fact she highly doubted the Kitten would do such a thing. He'd probably mount her and be occupied with her the rest of the day. Yea, she'd be god damn lucky if he decided to focus on his new toy only.

Leaning down, she craned her neck slightly letting her lips graze his neck. She planted kisses there, nipping and sucking as she massaged trying to help the Kitten along with his release so she could have the day off.

Well he could tell something was up with this girl as she was showing signs of affection he didn't usually see out of her. Unless perhaps she was wanting something. Still he wasn't about to stop her. She was adding to the sensation of the moment as his hand moved from her arm now to the back of her head running his fingers through her hair. His eyes were closed once more to allow his sense of touch to take it all in.

He licked his lips as a smirk came to them as a thought filled his mind for just a moment. Well he figured he would see how willing Natasha was and perhaps understand more about Kitten. All this attention was amazing and he wouldn't give it up for anything right now.

Claire leaned back slightly from her post at the stove, to peer into the living room. She'd have to time breakfast just right so she wouldn't interrupt anything and all of the food would still be hot. She'd gotten over her jealousy of seeing Will with other girls, especially the newer ones. He needed the attention of many women, and she admired him for being a man who could handle them all, and their varying tempers. She was a vision of domestic sweetness, wearing only her little white apron, her soft tresses pulled back into a messy bun as she cooked, standing on her tippy toes to get this or that. Will looked like he was getting close, she noted from the doorway, and she took the eggs and sausage off the stove and began to get his breakfast together on the plate. She cut the crusts of his toasts off and put them in a bowl for Kitten and poured a glass of orange juice and cut the leaves from some strawberries for Natasha. It didn't look as though any of the other girls were up yet.

Kitten could tell her master was enjoying himself. That made her happy. She was programmed to make him happy and obey almost any command. Only things that would cause her harm could she not obey. She felt his hand grip her hair tight. It hurt a bit but not enough to cause her to stop.

It took years of practice to get to this level of giving pleasure. She loved the taste of him and wanted his cum in her mouth.

Feeling Will still rubbing her arm, she felt his hand slink up to her hair, his hand working it loosely. She didn't back away, her lips still falling over his neck, sucking at it with a new found tenderness she'd knew he would enjoy. His back arched, he was growing closer, she could tell. Faintly she could hear Claire in the kitchen, fixing breakfast. If there was one girl she got along with in the house, it was Claire.

Not only was she sweet, but over all mild mannered, much the opposite of Natasha. She couldn't understand why she was so affectionate toward Will. He was an ass and yet, Claire would probably take a bullet for him. Moving her head and lips back to his ears, she decided to ask him, to give him reason as to why she was so willing this morning.

"How's about a day off, Will? I'll be a good little whore today..."