The first breakfast with my slaves is a memory that stands out, because it set the tone pattern for all those that followed:
I was woken at 8 a.m. by a gentle nudge on the shoulder from Hillary that quickly turned into a stronger shake. What can I say? I'm a deep sleeper, especially after a night like the previous one.
I didn't hesitate when she told me that breakfast was nearly ready, I got out of bed and headed straight for the shower. "Join me?" I asked while the water was heating.
Hillary paused, then nodded and joined me in the shower, washing my back and submitting, if not enthusiastically, as I returned the favour, wandering my hands well forward of her 'back'. Okay. Maybe she's not a morning person.
The activity had completed my morning erection, though, so I leaned her forward and entered her slowly from behind and started stroking. I sped up, forcing her to brace herself stiffly against the wall until I came. Technically only - I'd had better orgasms masturbating.
"What is for breakfast, anyway?" I asked as I rinsed down again. "I didn't think there was much in the kitchen."
"Noreen's preparing it, Master," she replied as I shut the water off.
"And what is she preparing? I don't recall there being much in the way of food about."
"She ordered a delivery, Master. She took money from you wallet."
Her tone of voice clearly told me that she thought she'd imparted important information, but we obviously had different ideas about what was important.
Heading for my wardrobe, I mentally cursed the fact that the collar control as still downstairs. "What is Noreen preparing for breakfast?" I asked with exaggerated patience.
Well, she wasn't completely tone deaf, I decided as she snapped to attention and dropped her eyes to the ground. She was even smart enough to stop her answer at my sharp "Ssst!"
"Make a note for me to have intercoms installed," I told her as I finished dressing, and reached for my cellphone.
"Good Morning," a cheery voice answered. "George Page's Residence, How may I help?"
"Good Morning Noreen. What are you cooking up down there?"
"Pancakes and syrup, followed by your choice of Cereal or Bacon, Eggs & potatoes." She paused. "I, uh, used some more of the money from your wallet to order a delivery. Um, I have the list and receipt down here."
"I know. Are you cooking just for me?"
"Yes. I also got some sandwich meats and bread for lunch, and, um, some slave chow."
"That sounds good. I'll go with the cereal. Prepare two more seats of the same, and one of the slave chow. Is Tia with you?"
"I think she's unpacking in the den."
"_Very_ good!" I said warmly. "Send her up here with the collar remote, would you? Hillary and I will be down in a minute."
A quick thumping on the stairs warned me of Tia's approach and I walked over to take the remote just as she arrived at the open door. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and had shreds and flecks of packing materiel all over her. "Noreen's just about got breakfast ready," I told her. "Better go get cleaned up." She glanced across at Hillary, who was still standing with her head down, and nodded once before heading back toward the stairs.
Turning back to Hillary, I carefully set the remote and locked on a mild discharge. Watching her carefully, I saw her jaw muscles clench. I slowly increased the current until her breath hissed through her teeth.
"You've done two things this morning to annoy me. What are they?"
"I didn't answer your question." She gasped as she forced her jaw to unlock. I dialled the collar down a tad to make it easier for her.
"And?"
Her eyes flicked to the side, as if looking for the answer. I joggled the current control slightly to hurry her as she fixed on the bathroom door. "I, uh, wasn't... I didn't do you well in the shower."
"True," I said as I unlocked the constant flow, and then dropped her to the floor with a more powerful jolt. "But not what I was thinking of. I was informed that you weren't particularly good lays when I brought you. Tell me, what did you hope to achieve by ratting on Noreen? Better treatment?" I punctuated that with a mid-level zap. "Punishment for her?" Zap.
"She stole from you!" Was there the tiniest bit of pleading in her voce?
"Did she? I informed the three of you last night that you responsible for household duties. Including both cooking and shopping. I obviously hadn't set up the account to enable that, so Noreen extended the instruction I gave her last night, and used cash. _And_, you will note, she informed me of her actions the very first thing after answering my question. Until I asked her for the remote, she was probably expecting the dog food to be for her."
"So," I went on, "Since you didn't appear to care what was for breakfast, you've got the dog food, sorry, the slave chow. For the other, we'll consider it closed. For now."
**
Entering the kitchen I found Noreen and Tia standing by the counter, with three places set on the table, and a frying pan in the sink.
Frying pan? I deliberately hadn't brought any cookware with me, because I had planned to start from scratch. Make some retail slave's day with a big order.
Tia was nude, and her hair was still damp from an obviously quick rinse that had managed to get most of the packing material out.
Noreen, on the other hand, was almost decently clothed. Well. Call it covered instead. Somewhere she'd found one of the keepsakes I'd brought with me - a branded apron from my last employer. Her hair was pulled back in a crude tie and also had flecks of packing in it.
"Sit, sit," I waved them to two of the set places. "Where's the other bowl?"
"On the bench. I, uh, didn't know whether you wanted it on the floor, or ..."
"On the table's fine.. Normal utensils - I'm not treating any of you like dogs. This morning." I grinned and took my place at the head of the table.
Noreen quickly served up my plate of pancakes, then set up a place at the foot of the table for Hillary before serving up he others and stripping off the apron to sit down and eat.
Breakfast passed with surprising normality. I engaged them in various small talk, idly picking up information about their lives and personalities. Hillary had to be coaxed into joining in, but by the time she'd finished her plate, it was almost 'nothing unusual here, I just happen to be eating repackaged dog food.'
My initial assessments were quickly confirmed: Noreen and Tia were morning people, Hillary wasn't. Tia was the most submissive of the three, Hillary the least, and Noreen? It looked like she was focussing on what she _could_ control - like cooking, and she looked comically relieved when I ruled that her morning's shopping had been within bounds, and properly done - rather than on what I made her do.
When the plates had been cleaned up, and coffee served all around, I leaned back in my chair. "So. Shopping today. What do we need?"
"If I may?" Noreen asked tentatively, picking up one of my notepads from the bench and bringing it to the table.
"Per your instructions from last night, we need some, um, specialised furniture. I think the slave outfitters sell that sort of thing, and there might be somewhere more upmarket, as well, I think I remember that Wood's had a curtained off section."
"Add an intercom system to that," Hillary said as Noreen paused. "The need for one became apparent." Se glanced at me and relaxed slightly as I smiled and nodded.
"Towels, too," I put in. We ran out my supply last night.
Noreen nodded. "Manchester and housegoods in general. Your boxes don't have much more than a basic dinner set, and I was lucky to find that frying pan had been left behind."
I nodded again. "I'd wondered where that came from. Is there somewhere where we can get all that at once?"
"I have my good dining set at home," Tia offered. "We only used it or special occasions, I'm sure Tim wouldn't mind..."
"That reminds me. Do you all have your lists of things you'd like me to try and get from your former husbands?"
Noreen took two folded sheets from the pad and passed them to me, one labelled with each of her and Tia's names. I glanced at the contents briefly and smiled as I slid Tia's back to her. "I think you left something off this" I told her
She looked slightly puzzled as she read down the list. "No, patron. Everything important is there, I don't need anything else."
I took the sheet back and, grabbing Noreen's pen, made another entry. "I can't promise that I will succeed, but I will try."
"Thank you," she said, tearing up as she read my addition: Daughter Sandra.
I turned to Hillary with a raised eyebrow. She flushed and shrugged.
"By this evening," I said. "I'll be making the calls then. What's next, Noreen?"
"You need to get those accounts set up. I brought food for breakfast today, and lunch, but I need to be able to do a proper shop if I'm going to cook proper meals."
"Something to wear?" Tia asked. "I got some plain shifts for Sandra, for when we went out."
"You can keep the T-shirt, but yes. We'll get you something nice and obviously slavish. The slave outfitters again, I suppose.
"Hmmm. Okay. We'll go shopping after lunch and I'll set up the accounts then. In the meantime, you can finish unpacking everything. Use your own judgement as to where to put things. Oh, you know I'm going to see Earnestine's new owner tomorrow afternoon. I'll be taking one of you with me. Sort it out amongst yourselves. I'll arrange something to keep the rest of you entertained while we're out."