Week 1: Thursday, 6th Dec 2029, Morning

A sharp knock rattled the door, dragging me out of sleep’s heavy fog. Jennifer’s silhouette stood framed in the dim arcology light, Lisa just behind her. On my chest, Yoko lay sprawled, little gremlin had her mouth open, drooling a dark patch onto my skin.

“Wakey wakey,” I murmured, giving Yoko’s cheek a gentle slap. Her brow furrowed, lips parting with a half-coherent whimper, nuzzling against my palm before I nudged her off.

I rolled out from under her, padded to the door, and swung it open. Jennifer’s eyes flicked to Yoko, then to me, sharp and ready.

“Jen, you’re on wake-up duty. I did promise Yoko an orgasm. Make sure she remembers it.” I said.

“Yes, Master,” Jennifer replied, letting a sigh escape her mouth.

I turned to Lisa, nodding for her to follow. “Come on, office. We’ve got business.”

Inside, the office was still a bit bare bones, no guest chair, just my own seat behind the desk. I sat, then caught Lisa’s hand and tugged her neatly onto my lap. She let out a soft, startled yelp, body tense for an instant, then settled without protest, flush rising to her cheeks as she adjusted herself, perfectly silent and still, awaiting my word.

“I’ve uploaded the documents you requested, Sir. They’re available on your tablet,” Lisa said, her voice soft but clear.

“Good. Let’s trade, pull up my faction dossiers and read through them. Tell me if I missed anything, or got something wrong,” I replied, grabbing the tablet to browse Lisa’s latest uploads.

It didn’t take long before a familiar signature caught my eye. “You got Yoko to help with this. How the hell did she even get access to a real computer?”

Lisa gave a tiny shrug, lips quirking. “She did all her hacking with the **** tablet. I’m still not sure how she managed to bypass the controls. I’d complain, but… after your whole talk about ‘unique selling points’ for slaves, I figured you must have let her.”

I let my head fall into my palm with a groan. “No, I didn’t. That little gremlin… clearly, last night’s punishment didn’t make enough of an impression.”

I decided Yoko’s punishments could wait; there was more value in reviewing the files Lisa had assembled. I scrolled, skimming Vivien Holt’s dossier, aristocratic, protected, every inch the nepo baby. Her mother ran the entire Covenant division for East Europe. That was impressive, and, with the right pressure, potentially very useful.

“Into femdom, huh?” I smirked, flicking my thumb through Vivien’s digital footprint. “Everyone talks about daddy issues, but you rarely see someone with a full-blown mummy issue.”

Lisa didn’t look up from her tablet, but her lips twitched. “Never would have imagined, Master. I guess there’s a first for everything.”

I grinned. Vivien would make a fine addition, redhead would be a nice change of pace, and she’d be leverage incarnate against her mother. Who knew? Maybe I’d end up with both mother and daughter in the stables, eventually.

I flicked to the next file, a new face staring back, Mikhail Volkov. “So this brute’s running things here?”

Lisa shook her head. “Not really, sir. X-4 has a decent location but it’s underdeveloped. Mikhail’s always wanted to own the arcology outright, but he never managed to save enough, wouldn’t share control. He pushed away anyone trying to influence X-4. He didn’t want you buying in, either, but since you’re not from the New World, his threats never actually reached you. Most of the factions and citizens here wanted something different, so it looks like they let his warnings disappear.”

I snorted. “Ruthless but brainless, then. With Yoko’s help, I can cut his line to the Iron Fangs. That’ll leave him dangling, meat on the chopping board, dick in the chastity cage”

Lisa nodded, tapping at her screen. “Should we try to work with the female Iron Fang? Her grudge might make her a useful ally.”

I shook my head. “No. Mikhail himself is better leverage. If we take him down and handle things ourselves, we can take over his **** contacts directly, build our own network, not owe favors. Let’s keep it clean. We need good **** sources more than we need vengeful allies.”

Lisa offered a small smile, eyes flickering with satisfaction. “Understood, Master.”

"Arrange a meeting with Vivian in the afternoon, tell her in order to establish my slaving corporation, I need to do business with her. Let's see if we can hit two birds with one stone, and pit her against Mikhail"

"Will do, Master."

As I mulled over the upcoming meeting, Jennifer ushered Yoko into the office. The little menace bounded in, bright-eyed and insufferably chipper.

“Morning, Master,” Yoko grinned, like she hadn’t spent half the night drooling on my chest.

I cut straight to the point. “How did you unlock the controls on your **** tablet?”

She gave me a sly look, chin up. “You wouldn’t get it. It’s a whole thing. Anyway, did you poke around my old drives yet?”

“Yeah,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “Did you really break into a Monarch’s vault?”

Yoko smirked, unashamed. “Not a vault. All of them. Check the files, I've got more than information, there’s enough cold wallets in there to buy the whole damn world. You’re welcome.”

“And you still tried to steal from me?” I scoffed. “What the fuck, Yoko.”

She shrugged, perfectly blasé. “Proof of concept, Master. It’s not about the money, it was about trying a new technique. You should appreciate the artistry.”

“If by ‘new technique’ you mean getting yourself caught and trained, I hope you keep innovating. It’s entertaining.”

She flashed that wicked, satisfied grin. “Hey, I’ve got credits and regular orgasms. I call that a win-win.”

I shook my head, unable to hide a laugh. “Whatever floats your boat, gremlin.”

“Jen, take her to get cleaned up,” I said, nodding toward Yoko, who was still beaming with self-satisfaction. “Lisa, status on my files?”

Lisa didn’t miss a beat. “I’ve just finished the ones on the Old World, the Covenant, Iron Fang and the Free Cities. They’re accurate, Master. Minor tweaks only.”

“Good. Jen, once Yoko’s presentable, you’re on lunch duty, show her what a real meal looks like.”

Jennifer gave a crisp nod. “Yes, Master.”

The household shifted into motion: Yoko trailing after Jennifer with a cocky little salute, Lisa returning to her tablet with silent efficiency. The door closed behind them, leaving me alone in the morning hush, dossiers still glowing on my screen, and the day’s games just beginning.