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Master was a collector of sorts. He did enjoy the finer things in life and a look around his rather large estate would show this. There were rare trees, foreign fish in his pond, and perfect grass leading up to the stone walkway. When you have the means for it, there is not reason you should not have it. Though he was not the type to share so a wife was not in his future. However, he still desired the attention of a woman but he wasn't going to pay for a one time deal. So instead he also kept his home with the company of women that wanted to serve him. They knew their place and it was beneath him. They were there for the sole purpous of keeping him happy.
He had gone by Master for such a time now that his real name didn't matter. Master was who he is and none of his girls would ever be able to refer to him as anything other than that. His tall and firm frame only added to the look that he was in charge. He kept himself in shape as he had all the functions of a gym in a separate room in his home as well as a pool. There was little reason for him to leave his estate and he seldom did. Perhaps on a business meeting when it couldn't be scheduled by video conference or having this accountants meet him at his home. Food was either picked up by one of his slaves or delivered to the gate and brought in. Technology was a wonderful thing and there was no shortage of it.
Each girl would have their own sleeping quarters though there was the lucky one or few that would be able to share his bed for the night. The chance to be that one was a friendly competition to see who could earn the most favor during the course of the day.
Today was similar to any other day. He had finished his breakfast and was moving through the house. He dressed simple in a pair of shorts and a white shirt. Though he preferred his slaves to dress in more risque, tight, or revealing outfits as these were more pleasing to his eyes. He never had much of a plan outside normal human functions (eating mostly). He normally just went about the day doing whatever and whomever he felt like. He didn't have any such formal title but as a funny man once said "It's good to be the king."
Master was a collector of sorts. He did enjoy the finer things in life and a look around his rather large estate would show this. There were rare trees, foreign fish in his pond, and perfect grass leading up to the stone walkway. When you have the means for it, there is not reason you should not have it. Though he was not the type to share so a wife was not in his future. However, he still desired the attention of a woman but he wasn't going to pay for a one time deal. So instead he also kept his home with the company of women that wanted to serve him. They knew their place and it was beneath him. They were there for the sole purpous of keeping him happy.
He had gone by Master for such a time now that his real name didn't matter. Master was who he is and none of his girls would ever be able to refer to him as anything other than that. His tall and firm frame only added to the look that he was in charge. He kept himself in shape as he had all the functions of a gym in a separate room in his home as well as a pool. There was little reason for him to leave his estate and he seldom did. Perhaps on a business meeting when it couldn't be scheduled by video conference or having this accountants meet him at his home. Food was either picked up by one of his slaves or delivered to the gate and brought in. Technology was a wonderful thing and there was no shortage of it.
Each girl would have their own sleeping quarters though there was the lucky one or few that would be able to share his bed for the night. The chance to be that one was a friendly competition to see who could earn the most favor during the course of the day.
Today was similar to any other day. He had finished his breakfast and was moving through the house. He dressed simple in a pair of shorts and a white shirt. Though he preferred his slaves to dress in more risque, tight, or revealing outfits as these were more pleasing to his eyes. He never had much of a plan outside normal human functions (eating mostly). He normally just went about the day doing whatever and whomever he felt like. He didn't have any such formal title but as a funny man once said "It's good to be the king."