Follow him to his home.

Shiki had **** but to come with him. If she slowed down for a moment, he'd yank on her leash and pull her over. Surrounded by guards she could take no action against him. It'd be difficult even if there were none as she had no current weapons of her own on hand now, and that the man could always activate her bomb collar whenever he'd like. She followed him into a dark-tinted black sedan, shoved into the back seat as the Man took up the front passenger seat while one of his men drove the car, others following from behind.

They drove for quite some time through the city, passing multiple skyscrapers as they headed for the much less populated, but incredibly wealthy suburb area. His car pulled into a large, walled enclosure, the brick barriers around his home being about 10 foot tall. A number of **** maids were already greeting the convoy, bowing their heads as the Man got out and opened Shiki's door to take her leash.

**** trading must've made this man bank, as his mansion was even more elaborate than her own family's home.

"As you can see, my bitches all love me." He boasts. One of his hands wander over, and begin to grope one of Shiki's breasts. "Each one of them used to be someone special. A cop, a detective, a politician, or just some uppity activist bitch. They all know their place beneath me. They know their job is to cater to my desires. They all hated me at first, but every single one has given me a kid."

Entering inside, the Entrance hall of the mansion was a large, expansive space. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling as two opposing grand stair cases went up to the second floor. Statues, paintings, and plants decorated the walls. In the center between the staircases a wide double-door led in further within.

"You will be living here now, Shiki. I'll have one of my girls show you around. Oh, and don't think about trying to get out. That bomb collar will go off if you go beyond the walls."

It was quite silent, but then again when you have two quiet slaves walking with each other, they wouldn't have much to say. Shiki being herself, and this Head Maid just as aloof. Notably, she didn't have a collar on her, although instead of having her ID pinned to her uniform, she had her tits out with the ID pierced through one of those nipples.

She had been shown to many rooms. A dining room, the kitchen, his master bedroom, an activities room, a strategy room (where he and other high-ranking slavers and gang leaders meet up), an armory (linked to his bedroom and unable to be accessed normally), a Sauna and an outdoor hedge garden by his pool.

And finally, the quarters for the Maids themselves. It was a section of the mansion dedicated to them. A long hall, lined with doors that led into private bedrooms for each girl. Of course, the Man had a key for all of them, so if he wanted to fuck them he could anytime he wanted. Shiki's room had recently been freed up.

Inside was a relatively sparse room. A twin-sized bed, with a drawer, a table and a chair. The small bathroom had enough room for a shower, toilet, a sink cabinet, and a mirror cabinet as well.

Laying on the bed for her was a maid outfit as well. At some point, her ID card had been made as well.