Week 2: Thursday, 13th Dec 2029, Morning

I woke to my alarms, my arms finding only empty sheets where Yoko had been pressed against me as a body pillow last night. By the time I entered my office, Jennifer, Seraphina, Yoko, Lisa, and a steaming mug of coffee were assembled in wait.

“Looks like the whole gang’s here,” I joked, grinning as I took my seat.

“We were just talking about you, Master,” Jennifer teased.

“Was it about me, or about my cock?” I fired back with a smirk.

Seraphina smiles, her tone brisk and all business. “Staffing, actually. We’re a little light at the seams.”

I shrugged. “We’ve got nine slaves in training. The four bodyguards just need some fine-tuning, Mikhail is no issue, and the influencers will fall in line after a taste of the whip. Nine between you and Jennifer shouldn’t be overwhelming. Lisa, are things getting out of hand with the calls, or is Yoko swamped? I doubt so, she’s mostly been gaming the past few days.”

Yoko gave me a cheeky side-eye but said nothing.

Jennifer picked it up. “It isn’t just the current numbers, Master. Given that Mikhail’s handled and Vivian’s keen for a partnership. We should start our slaving operations. New merchandise, more logistics, security, trainers… That’s not even scratching the surface. We won’t keep up without real planning. We need your intentions so we can prioritize.”

“And with Yoko’s wallet so comfortably deep, I guess there isn’t much day-to-day motivation anymore,” I said with a mock sigh.

“You’re welcome,” Yoko replied, grinning. “Pump a little cash into my account, will you? I need skins for my game.”

“I’ll pump a few milliliters into your hole tonight,” I muttered, ruffling her hair. “Alright, let’s get real.”

I turned to Jennifer and the others. “Since money isn’t an object, running this corporation is practically a hobby. And since profits aren’t my main goal, I expect the whole operation to serve my ambitions first. Top priority: get me the slaves I want, train them the way I want, both mind and flesh. Yoko’s little stolen cache of old world tech might be useful.”

“So, we’re looking for medical specialists?” Seraphina clarified.

“And tech experts, yes.”

“Understood, Master.”

“Second, this business will be my lab. I want to test some product lines, see if my theories pan out. This city needs a new line of product, and I'm gonna give it to them.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at my own movie reference.

“Like your Sword Maiden concept?” Jennifer mused.

“Exactly,” I affirmed.

Seraphina nodded thoughtfully. “So, regular organizational stuff: marketing, campaign planning, logistics.”

“Those are the two main priorities right now. Any thoughts?”

“I can reach out to connections from the Utopian Orphanage,” Seraphina offered. “We’ve got trainers and experts who’d jump at the chance. Most are sick of politics, the orphanage has lost its way. My brother runs it well, but he’s no visionary. Plus, I could link you with the Growth Research Institute and Saint Claver’s. Strong med teams, lots of researchers.”

“Sounds promising.”

Lisa jumped in, her voice crisp. “We should make more use of Vivian. Her family name opens doors, and paired with your wallet, we’ll have access to global talent.”

“My only concern is their willingness to, let’s say, accept our terms. I’m not looking to hire, I’m looking to own.”

Seraphina’s tone was matter-of-fact. “With enough incentive, Master, everyone’s for sale.”

“Good. Filter out the promising candidates. Bring me a list of the best. Until then, let’s get those already on our plates under proper control.”

"The bodyguards. What do you think about their performance last night?" I asked.

"Well, Master. If you're asking whether they're competent bodyguards, last night wasn't really a proper showcase. Their previous experience should justify their strength though," Jennifer stated. "But if you're asking whether they make good sex slaves... I think they're great blank canvases, but they lack experience in that regard."

"I have to agree, Master. Looking at how Catalina sucked your cock last night," Seraphina chimed in with obvious amusement, "they should learn fast enough."

"I'll leave the specifics to you girls. You know what I'm expecting," I replied. "What about their particular psychological quirks?"

"Pretty fucked up but straightforward enough. Linh just needs to learn how good it feels to get her cunt properly fucked. Right now she thinks sex is just another duty, I need to teach her that screaming in pleasure while Master pounds her tight pussy is part of being useful." Jennifer said.

She gestured dismissively. "Esperanza thinks she deserves to be punished, and I've dealt with enough masochistic dykes to know exactly what buttons to push. Pain makes her wet, humiliation makes her cum, easy enough to handle."

"MinJung knows the game but needs to learn her pretty face and fat tits aren't enough to coast by on charm alone. I'll motivate her to work harder by making her earn every simple pleasures."

Jennifer paused, considering. "But Catalina... she's smart, willing to work, and eager to get fucked. Hell, I'd say she's already mostly there psychologically."

"Mostly," I agreed. "Catalina claims she's accepted her fate, and I believe her. But her understanding of what that fate entails for her and her **** sisters is still incomplete. She thinks obedient slaves automatically get good treatment. Not necessarily wrong, but it's not the full picture. Am I right, Seraphina?"

"Yes Master. A good **** knows her place," Seraphina purred as she gracefully dropped to her knees beside my chair, "and her purpose."

She crawled forward, pressing her face against my growing bulge while looking up at me with devoted eyes. "I'll make sure Catalina understands that if she truly cares about her teammates and **** sisters, she'll ensure they all earn your cock, your attention, even your punishment. They need to compete for the privilege of serving you."

"Exactly," I replied, placing my hand on Seraphina's head as she nuzzled against my crotch. "Have their training plans done by tomorrow. And bring Tiffany in later."

"Yes Master."