After A Great Dream.

You stir in your bed, your covers mostly on the floor. The sun is just starting to peak into the massive windows by your bed. Glancing down the length of your body you see the reason you woke so early.

Heather laps greedily at you pussy as your mighty cock begins to rise from it's own slumber.

"Greetings Mistress," she says before returning to your needy pussy.

"Good morning, slut," you sigh in contentment.

This is part of her morning duties. It used to take her much longer to get to this point in her list of chores but with the others here, it seems, she can get to it much earlier. You'll have to reschedule a few things if you want to sleep in ever again. Her eagerness to fulfill this part of her duties will have you up at the crack of dawn every day if you don't do something about it. But for now you just bask in your half-sleep state as she drinks and gobbles you up, completing her task at a slow and savouring pace.

Face glistening and covered in white Heather sighs, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, slut," you yawn as you stretch.

After Heather cleans you up with her mouth it's time for your rounds. You exit the bedroom and enter the large living area. Several girls are dressed in French maid costumes, the skirts short enough to basically always reveal the black lingerie underneath. You wander the house to insure that everyone is doing their job, mostly cleaning or reorganizing your new place. Every time you approach one of your slaves you stop them to perform a full inspection. They stand at attention, chest heaving in anticipation beneath the corset that makes up the top of their uniform. You especially like the black leather collars you make them wear and make sure each is nice and tight around their necks. With a nod of approval from their owner they bend over, knowing the drill. With your hands you ensure that their underwear is fitting properly, snug against their body, and that they each have the buzzing pocket rocket they are supposed to insert into themselves each morning. Natasha, naughty girl that she is, has also kept the beads in her ass from last night after she spilled your drink all over you. You sigh at the memory and grab her ass in a resurgence of excitement.

You only make it through three inspections before you find yourself ripping down Ashley's panties and tearing out the vibrator to replace it with your cock. Ashley howls in delight while the others all slow down their work to watch enviously, clutching at their groins and hoping they'll be next. It takes you several minutes to cum deep inside your **** whore and she's down for the count after more than a dozen orgasms of her own.

You growl in hunger and bark, "All of you, bedroom, now!"

They all squeal in delight and drop what they were doing to race to the bedroom. No single one of them could hope to match your desire nor your virility. But together they stood a chance.

You lay a top a field of bodies, fire finally starting to die down as you conquer one final submissive. The rest all sigh and murmur happily, though it'll be hell getting the stains out of their uniforms. You slam into her, bed creaking beneath the **** of your thrusts, her body arched in your arms.

"Mistress!" she moans again and again.

You feel your body tense as you approach your final release. You hold tight to your pillowy soft lover and jerk your hips as you spurt cum...

All over your brand new pillow. Which you are clutching like a lover, including biting at a now damp portion like you were nibbling on its "neck". You freeze in realization. You're going to have to spill something all over your pillow, sheets, and probably the robe to hide this from the laundry staff. You're just glad no one else is here in your less than luxurious apartment to see this. As your orgasm and anxiety die down the **** tiredness from the counter agent returns. You throw the pillow aside, roll to the opposite side of the bed, and fall back asleep.