Day In The Life Of A Harem Master 4: Lifestyles of The Rich & Masterful

Dear viewers, let us now set our eyes upon the magnificent manor of one Rob Daily, a gentleman lucky enough to obtain power and wealth through a djinn. How novel!

Come now, let us take a quick tour inside the halls of the man who has casually warped reality, brought to life a bevy of fictional beauties, and claimed them as his slaves for his own amusment!

Entering through the custom-made oaken doors, we come to the grand foyer, the heart of the entire house! Just on this bottom floor alone, we can find two guest bedrooms and three full baths! In addition, rooms located just off the foyer include Rob's personal study, his art room, a recreation room, and the mysterious Pink Room, which can turn any lady into a busty, brainless beauty. How fun!

But, the lifeblood of any house is the kitchen, and in Rob's house, it and the dining room dominate the back half of the bottom floor. Fully stocked and complete with state-of-the-art equipment and tools, it's the dream of any home cook or homemaker. Able to feed and accommodate Rob and his current live-in harem, it is the domain of a select few of Rob's girls, their purpose to cook at the pleasure of their Master.

In The Kitchen

The primary residence of this domain would be Brigitte Lindholm, the formerly spunky Swedish mechanic and engineer turned into a proper housewife and domestic **** with just a few words, her entire life turned upside down. And she couldn't be happier to toil away in the kitchen, morning, noon, and night, cleaning and cooking and shopping all for her man.

Prim and proper and made-up, her long red hair done in a tight bun, dressed in apron and dress and heels, she was the epitome of a proper housewife... save for her thick, muscular thighs and bulging biceps. Rob loved her athletic, Amazonian physique, and he especially loved the stark contrast it made with her wardrobe and attitude, and Brigitte couldn't deny her Master-husband anything in the world, so she spent plenty of time in the gym sculpting her body to Rob's approval.

Currently, with her domestic chores done for the day and dinnertime hours off, Brigitte was enjoying some tea for herself and a guest. Her and her guest made for an odd pairing - the sweet and submissive Stepford wife sat across with another woman who's entire personality was twisted by a few of Rob's words.

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Ever since Rob warped her mind, Daenerys' wardrobe became one of leather and latex, studs and spikes, and here she sat with Brigitte in all of her magnificent and malefic glory, the dark queen of female submission with the simpering domestic ****.

And they were getting along!

"I must say, Miss Daenerys," Brigitte started, pouring her guest another cup of tea. It was important for her to be the best host possible, after all. That's what a good slut-wife did. "The another night, I was a little put-out when Robbie didn't take me to bed with him, so I began to browse Slutter and I watched a few of your videos in earnest." Brigitte blushed and let out a little trilling giggle, as if what she was talking about was the most scandalous thing possible. "Goodness, they're so naughty!"

Daenerys smiled proudly at the comment. "Thank you, dear. I try my hardest whenever I'm in front of the camera. It's important to educate the poor deluded masses." She punctuated her statement with a sip of tea, looking incredibly smug and happy with herself.

"Oh, I agree entirely." Brigitte quickly added, pouring herself a new cup and taking a dainty sip. "Obviously, I agree about everything you say about use womanfolk, about how we need to submit to a man and be proper women, to serve and obey. But, I must thank you Miss Daenerys for opening my eyes to how unworthy most men are. We are so luck to have Robbie to worship!"

"Indeed we are." Both women shared a dreamy, content sigh. "No other man in this world is as great and powerful as our Master." Daenerys then took on an ugly countenance, scowling and scoffing. "Most women will be lucky to have a man half as wonderful to serve." Brigitte agreed once more, shaking her had and clicking her tongue in dismay.

"Whenever I go out to shop, and I see the slovenly, unfocused, unworthy men wandering about... ugh! Pardon my language, but I find it absolutely disgusting! What a waste! The world needs people like you to whip them into shape. The women of this world should be so thankful for you and your videos, to give them men worthy of submitting to."

Daenerys had certainly been busy since Rob whisked her away, producing new video screeds almost everyday, streaming and networking and building a group of like-minded individuals: naturally submissive women that were afraid to act upon their desires and needed just a little push to enact on those wants. She had experienced her fair share of backlash, more people railing against her than agreeing with her, but she could hardly care about such small-minded individuals, wasting their time and effort against her righteous crusade. When she started her campaign, Daenerys had decided even if she converted one women to her way of thinking and transformed one man into a worthy master, she would consider it a victory.

The two ladies continued to sip their tea, Daenerys caring little for how hot it was, drinking with big, greedy gulps, while Brigitte's sips were tiny and slight, perfectly ladylike. Brigitte herself couldn't keep her eyes off of Daenerys' beautiful body and daring outfit, scarlet creeping across her freckled cheeks again.

"Also... well..." slightly embarrassed, Brigitte squirmed and stuttered. "I said they were naughty before, but highly informative. Whenever I'm not pleasing Master with body, I like to fall asleep listening to your words while rubbing my cunt." Embarrassment turned to pure pleasure, Brigitte's blush deepening as she smiled. "I like to imagine their making me a better ****, too, Miss Daenerys."

"It does me so well to hear that." Daenerys cooed. She loved hearing the positive feedback from the few women in her group. She pushed her cup and saucer across the table, silently asking for a refill. "Perhaps you would like to collaborate with me on a future video. The... how do you say it? Stepford Wife? That looks is popular. I'm certain many women would like tips on how to be a better domestic ****."

Brigitte blushed and smiled even more, graciously refilling her guest's tea. "I think I would like that Miss Daenerys."

"And please, call me 'Dany', dear. All my friends call me 'Dany'."

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We have much more to explore in Mr. Daily's house - both the upstairs and downstairs. But, before we ascend and descend, let us cross out beyond the kitchen and the veranda to the expansive yard behind the household.

Lush lawns, verdant trees, and bountiful gardens stretch as far as the eye can see, perfectly maintained by Rob's cadre of slaves, happily labouring for him simply for the pleasure of duty. But the main feature is the Olympic-size swimming pool in the middle of it all. A perfect place for slaves to congregate after a hard day's work, or simply to relax in their down time. Enjoy the crystal clear water, work on their tan, or engage in some poolside fun with themselves and their Master.

At The Pool

"If I'm being honest, I can't believe you would give up being Queen, even to serve the Master." Nami commented, clinging her wine glass with Cersei's. She took a sip and sighed, leaning back in her longue chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it's rays tickled every inch of her nude body.

"You're thinking far too small, Nami." Cersei replied with a wicked, knowing chuckle. Her mature, pale body was slightly more covered - a skimpy micro bikini which only covered her nipples on top and the clit and labia of her freshly shaved nethers - but she was looking forward to tanning her body, something that to her old self seemed like such a sinful, vapid American thing. But now she knew better, now she knew how much Master would appreciate a stacked, tanned, blonde goddess of a ****.

"Yes, a Queen has power, but for every morsel of power you wield, it comes with a terrible doldrum of responsibilities. It was honestly nothing but a tedious bore." Cersei explained, Nami only idly listening, eyes shut as she enjoyed the sun.

"Yeah, but you were rich! Filthy, stinking, queenly rich!"

"While I am glad to have met someone who understands the joys of extravagant wealth, the truth is that Master is far wealthier than I could ever aspire to be." Cersei said, more focused on her wine than the sun. It was a fine vintage - six-hundred dollars a bottle - and Rob had bought her cases of it with little more than an idle question. "I have everything and more here compared to Westeros - gold and jewels and silks and furs. The finest food and drink available. Master Rob provides for all of us. He'll give us anything on a mere whim and, even if he hesitates, all we have to do is offer our bodies and he'll be happy to reward us..."

Cersei purred lowly, mostly to herself, hands wandering around her own body, thinking of the last time Master took her. Fucked her like a common whore, like a beast. How could it felt to be used and filled. To be fucked. Who would want to be Queen, indeed? A rich man's whore, a master's ****... they had life figured out.

To these sentiments, Nami seemed to agree. "Well, when you put it that way, you're absolutely right." She chuckled, placing her wine glass down and stretching her young, erotic body. "Who could ask for more than lots of money, mind-numbing sex, and plenty of friends to share it with?"

"Hiya girls~"

Craning their heads around back to the veranda, Cersei and Nami saw they had two visitors heading their way. With vapid smiles on their faces and massive bimbo tits jiggling in impossibly tiny bikinis, Cynthia and Shulkie sashayed and strutted their way to poolside.

"It's, like, such a super nice day and all, we just had to come out and have some fun in the sun." Cynthia tittered happily, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"Plus, you two babes look super sexy sitting there." Shulkie flirted, shamelessly, blowing a kiss to the two. "Mind if we join you two hotties?"

Cersei and Nami quickly shared a look and a smirk with one another. "'Mind-numbing sex and friends to share it with'?" Cersei repeated to the pirate girl. "Truer words were never spoken, Nami."

Sex with two bimbo fuckdolls wasn't on the docket when Cersei and Nami settled poolside for the afternoon, but when in a harem, do as the harem girls do... Cersei quickly discarded her thin, useless bikini thong, her and Nami spreading their pussies nice and wide, glistening with arousal and heat, and inviting the two dimwitted slaves over.

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Ascending the twin staircase to the upper floor, it is largely given away to sleeping quarters. Rob's master bedroom complete with en suite master bath dominates the main portion of the floor, along with four additional rooms for his various girls. Due to him sharing his bed with different pets every night, there are no permanent sleeping arrangements among the four room. It is also important to note the four ****-quarters share a communal bathroom and a communal closet, in addition to Rob's walk-in closet in his room, full with the various slutty and revealing clothes he loves his girls to wear.

The only other feature of note on the second floor is the large gym which dominates the west wing. Stocked full of the latest and best workout machines and fitness equipment in order to keep Rob's cadre of muscle-sluts in tip-top shape, sculpting their bodies to Amazonian perfection for their Master's pleasure.

In The Gym

"That's it! Keep it up! Don't slow down now!" Tifa cheered, as she made loping, circular stride around the room. Punch pads were attached to her hands, as she egged on her charge, moving to-and-fro around her.

Arya's face screwed in in concentration and frustration, growling as she attempted to keep a beat on Tifa, lashing out with wild, unfocused punches, trying to hit Tifa as she dodged all about her.

"You'll never hit anything thrashing about wildly like that, child." Urbosa clicked her tongue in dismay from her vantage point in the corner, gently critique the young girl. To which Arya took it well.

"Shut up!" Arya huffed, attempting to press the advantage on Tifa, but lack in height and reach, failed to close the gap between her sparring partner.

In fact, while an observer may think Arya had nothing but contempt for Tifa and Urbosa, she had been quite taken upon first meeting them and Rob's other buff beauties. They all quickly struck up a friendship, taking the younger Stark sister under their wing, with Arya frequently joining their training sessions. Even when she couldn't keep up with their sheer physical might, Arya marveled at the lovely bodies of her new friends - tall, muscular, beautiful women. She never knew women could look like that! Arya secretly wished she could have a body like Urbosa or Zarya...

Well, only if Sansa and Master allowed her to. Their opinions were more important than hers, after all.

Taking a break after the end of Arya's training session, the younger Stark gulping down water, Urbosa let out a hearty chuckle at her young charge. "You never cease to amuse me, child. So full of fire this one, eh?"

"I'm not a child!" Arya shot back, prickly. "And I'm not here to amuse you." The young girl crossed her arms and pouted, cursing her scrawny, petite body. "I'm better than any of you, you're just that much taller than me..."

Before Urbosa could inflict any more teasing upon Arya, Sansa's melodic voice entered the gym from down the hall.

"Arya? Arya? Where are you, girl? Come here, Arya?"

Being called like a dog by her own sister did nothing to disparage Arya further. In fact, it perked her right up, Arya responding like a dog, eyes brightening, ears picking up, as she craned her body in the direction of the sound, a hopeful, loverstruck smiling spreading over her face.

Sansa soon appeared in the doorway of the gym, causing Arya to dash forward frantically, only to be stopped when her sister held an arm out at full length, a disgusted looking crossing her lips.

"Ugh! You're all sweaty and stinky. Don't you dare touch me!" Sansa ordered, causing Arya to come to a dead stop, standing attentively, in dire need of her elder's attention and affection. "I just bought some new clothes for you and figured we could have a little fashion show on Slutter. Go and shower and clean up and meet me in the bedroom, quickly now."

"Yes, Sansa. Anything for you, Sansa!" Arya almost tripped over herself in her frenetic need to obey her sister and lover. She knew exactly the kind of clothes Sansa would have bought for her - a mixture of frilly girly stuff and sultry fetish wear. Arya hated all of it. But she loved Sansa. She loved being her doll. She loved being paraded in front of strangers, for them to know she was her sister's property.

Sansa was about to leave when another one of Urbosa's amused chuckled caught her ear. She turned, casting an accusatory look to the Gerudo woman. "What is so funny?"

"Oh, nothing." Urbosa smirked, slowly approaching Sansa. "I was just noticing how our little spitfire behaves around others, so fierce and bold, but around you, she is nothing more than a lovesick little puppy, eager to come running at your every whim." Sansa inclined her chin upward, a gesture of pride.

"But of course. She is my doll, my pet, my sister. It is only natural she loves and obeys me." Sansa said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. So obvious, it was the height of ignorance to not be aware of it. But then, she quieted down, eyes darting between Urbosa and Tifa, clad in their workout gear, voluptuous Amazonian figures bare. While she knew Arya was enamoured with these women, these fellow slaves, Sansa herself hadn't given them much time or attention before.

But now... she was starting to come around to her sister's way of thinking.

"Say..." She started, blatantly eye-fucking Urbosa. "I could always use some help with the stream, Technology was never my strong point. Plus, I think Arya would love it if her new friends witnessed her parading in her new outfits. If you aren't busy..." She trailed off, letting words unspoken do the rest.

And Urbosa was happy to accept. "We would love to, little wolf pup..."

Not an hour later, broadcasted on the @StarkSisterSluts account, Arya modelled all sorts of outfits, handpicked for her by her beloved sister, doing her best to showcase them and her assets. Sansa stood off to the side, directing the show, barking orders to her blushing, nervous sister, while Tifa served as camerawoman and Urbosa monitored the chat, reading off the lewdest, nastiest, most degrading comments Sansa and Arya's followers could come up with for the younger Stark.

The stream was a massive hit, promising more to come, and that was even before Sansa gave in to temptation and desire. Seeing her sister flounce about in slutwear, parading her body about like a piece of meat, knowing so many men and women around the world were hungering for her... Sansa attacked in a lustful fever, pinning Arya down and fucking her, as the fashion show turned into an incestuous live sex stream, all to delight of the thousand and thousand of viewers.

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Finishing off our tour of Master Rob's wonderful abode in the basement and, rest assured, it is much more than an old ping-pong table and a leaky pipe!

Much like how the front foyer leads to the rest of the home, the basement itself begins with a centralized rec room. Pool tables, a karaoke machine, televisions, and a gigantic, magnificent bar, it is the perfect place to host guests or even to relax after a long day of fucking and enslaving fictional women.

Many more rooms branch off from the central rec room area - namely, three rooms meant for video games, each with a wide variety of consoles hooked up and ready to go, and two private home theatres equipped with several machines to play any sort of physical format, as well as any number of streaming services.

And there, tonight, is where we find the Master of the household, enjoying himself and many of his precious slaves...

In The Basement

Rob sat in one of his home theatre rooms, snuggling up on the plush couch with Zarya, Chun-Li, Korri, and Asami, watching some movies.

And... that was it. No wild sex. No magic shenanigans. No orders to humiliate and punish his pets. Just a man and (four of) his lovers, cuddling together and enjoying a private movie night together. Because, sometimes, Rob did just enjoy some quiet, quality time with the women he loved.

It was almost like an actual date, too. Asami came over with Korri in two (the two now living in the penthouse suite atop Paradise Towers), with each girl bringing a movie of their choice for the evening. Zarya picked a screwball 80s comedy, whiel Korri (in her non-bimbo smart-slut form) chose a gritty Hong-Kong action flick. Chun-Li's was a sweeping epic wuxia film, while Asami brought forth a tense and erotic thriller for the group.

And between the movies, the drinks, cuddling beneath the blankets, the warmth of everyone's bodies, Rob couldn't imagine feeling any happier or more content than right now. To spoon with Zarya and be held in her big, strong arms. To rest his head atop Chun-Li's massive thighs or use Korri's soft bust as a pillow, he didn't always need to express his control or engage in mind-blowing sex to be happy with his girls. Sometimes, the simplest things in life offered the greatest pleasure.

In-between films, with the lights turned up, everyone was given a chance to get up, stretch, and go to the washroom to freshen up, Rob broached a question to the group. "Would we like another round of refreshments, ladies?" Rob, glutton that he was, always could use more food and drink, and the chorus of replies told him he was in similar company.

Ringing a small bell on his person, Zatanna and Izu stepped out of the shadows of the back of the room, the magician wearing a sultry look of eager submission, while the Japanese android possessed her normal blank, emotionless expression.

"Can we get you anything, my beloved?" Zatanna offered with a deep bow, winking at Rob.

"Another round for everyone, please, but..." A twinkle in Rob's eye matched Zatanna's own. "I do have to ask: how does it feel serving hand-and-foot instead of being part of this?" Zatanna's sultry smile only deepened, as she gave her master a slight chuckle.

"While I cannot say I would prefer to be cuddling with you in the dark, dear, you've given me nothing but preferential treatment since you claimed me. I do not mind it at all. Besides..." quickly, with long strides on longer legs, Zatanna approached Rob, placing her hand upon his chest, sighing from the contact, resting her head upon it. "We exist for you, Master, service is pleasure in of itself..."

"She is correct, Master." Izu joined in, in her robotic cadence. "We are your slaves. You are our Master. There is nothing more to say."

"Hmm, yes, my love..." Zarya murmured, sidling along Rob. The towering Russian beauty sat her chin atop his head, wrapping her arms around both Rob and Zatanna. "You have given us so much, simply being near you is reward enough. Your love and kindness is all we cherish..."

Korri, Asami, and Chun-Li quickly joined in the group hug, the five women surrounding Rob, their warmth radiating over him, enveloping him. He could feel their love and devotion - love and devotion he had **** them to feel, but nonetheless, it was there. It was real. It was all for him.

"Hmm... I love you, girls."

For Rob Daily, this was heaven.