Worried.

In the time it took us to get to the kitchen, Sandra has stripped off all of her clothing except her socks, and had changed into a light pink apron (a full apron, tied around the neck) and slippers. She had three cups of coffee set out and was cutting open the bagels.

This was so unexpected that I froze up. Sandra turned, beamed at us, kneeled before the two of us, and bowed deeply. "You must be Paige. It in an honor to make your acquaintance."

Paige, who had automatically kneeled on the floor the moment we reached the kitchen, looked up at me. "Master, who is this?"

Paige looked a little hurt, but I tried my best to just stick to the facts. "This is Sandra, my girlfriend. We're in the process of seeing whether she'd fit in here. Sandra, you already know **** Paige's name."

Both slaves bowed low to each other.

"...Okay..." I continued, "Why don't we move to the main room?"

Both girls wanted to sit on the floor, but I ordered them to use the chairs. Neither looked very comfortable with the situation, but seemed pleased that at least the other woman was seated on a chair also.

After we had eaten (the girls wanted to wait until I was finished, but I ordered them to dig in), Paige spoke up.

"Your breasts are larger than mine."

"Your waist is slimmer than mine," Sandra responded.

After a short pause, Paige turned to me. "I my master wishes it, I would be happy to accept a second **** into the household."

"You won't regret it, Mistress Paige," Sandra answered. "I am a hard worker and an obedient servant."

"Okay, STOP," I said, slamming a hand down on the table. I didn't quite understand the whole situation, but as the Master, it was my function to take control. "Both of you, kneel down on the floor."

Both girls instantly fell to their knees and looked up at me. Damn, they looked sexy. Sandra's pink apron was loose enough to allow her neft nipple to peek out, and Paige's frightened, submissive gaze was...

Okay, forget that for now. "Sandra, you talk first. Why are you dressed like that?"

Sandra smiled and looked down. "I was hoping that, since you're already a successful Master, that it would be easier if I was a servant in your household. It worked for my mother and I know it would work for me as well. I am new and untried, but I don't mind working hard and taking on unpleasant jobs. Mistress Paige, I place myself in your care."

"Paige, you talk next," I instructed.

Although she hid it well, I could tell that Paige was pissed. "As the Master's girlfriend, your position is higher than mine, Mistress Sandra. I have had the lowest rank in the household for a year now and have no objection to remaining there. I'm sure you would be happier with more authority. Besides, since you're new at this, serving two people would be a bit much."

"I admit that I am new, Mistress Paige, but-"

"Okay, stop," I cut in. "Call each other 'Paige' and 'Sandra,' not 'Mistress,' got it?"

"Yes, Master," they chimed.

Sandra continued, "I am new, but I look forward to learning at your feet and bettering myself."

"The Master does not require a second servant to meet his needs. I cannot think of any needs that I am not already providing for him."

"My mother was a ****; serving is in my genes. And do you provide him with sex?"

Paige flushed and looked down. "No, I do not. If you are adopted into this household, I will strive to see that you are able to attend to his sexual needs without distractions."

"But you're staying here as just a friend until you find a long-term master, right? I will need someone to teach me how the Master likes best being served."

"I have clearly been serving for longer than you have. What makes you think being a **** would be the best thing for you?"

"Well, I mentioned that my mother was a ****. Every morning, my father would **** her to do fifty pushups. Every morning. Then fifty situps. Then one-hundred jumping jacks. THEN she'd be allowed to start cooking breakfast. Guess who's living the longest? And just look at yourself. Your ass and your legs are incredible; you don't get that from sitting around watching soap operas. And I saw the nutrician guides in the kitchen; you make sure to serve your Master the healthiest balance of foods, right?"

"Well, of course I do. Only the best will do for him."

"And that means YOU eat healthy meals also, right?"

"Well... why not? Anyway, I was here first, I've known him longer, and you've just listed a bunch of reasons I'm not going to let you make me the Alpha Bitch without a fight."

"At any rate, as you said, I'm new here. I have to stake a claim in this relationship or I won't last. You've been here an entire year, right?"

Alright, this was getting too bizarre. They were both competing to NOT be the dominant one? I held up my hands for silence and shouldn't have been surprised when they instantly quited and looked up to me.

The ball was in my court now.