Get famous, get the girl, get the other girl

I go over the basics of training with Jez on the ride home. I give her the commands to masturbate a bunch of times per day when thinking about me and all the stuff that goes with that. I make her forget those instructions, but I do have her consciously record a mantra that she can listen to all day and order her to edge to it for an hour a day. I also give her the commands not to look at other men and stuff like that.

At some point, I should just print all this out on an instruction sheet so I can hand it to the new girls. This is getting repetitive.

Some of this stuff doesn't feel necessary for Jez, since she came pre-brainwashed by all the demon worshipping and goth stuff. From what she tells me on the ride, there weren't even any other goth kids at her school, meaning she's 100% internet trained, so you know it's the most bullshitty version of that stuff. However, I don't want her infatuation to ever fade, so I get her on the training program. For her recorded mantra, I don't do the “worthless slut” version, I make it more like, “I was born to serve my lord Greg, his is a powerful...” etc, etc. You've gotta customize this stuff.

I also put a bunch of stuff into her mantra reinforcing that hierarchy that I gave her. Now that I've got so many girls, I want things to run a certain way.

When we get to the apartment, Brooke is at the door to meet us. “Good evening, sir!”

“Wow, you're Brooke, aren't you?” says Jez. “You're really pretty! Could you get me a drink?”

“No, no no!” I say. “Brooke is my personal maid. Hold on, let me call everyone in here so I only have to explain this once.”

I yell for Binita and Freya to come in. They stand next to Brooke. Freya looks a little cold, maybe because she's naked all the time. Oh well, she'll get used to it eventually.

“Girls, this is Jezebel. She is my girlfriend. That means she ranks above all of you bitches and is your second priority after me. All of you will serve her and do whatever the fuck she wants as long as it doesn't contradict something I've said. Brooke, you're still my personal maid, so you'll still stick close to me whenever I'm around, but switch to Jez if she's the only one around.”

“Yes, sir!” Like the other girls, Brooke doesn't look too excited about this. I make a mental note to add something about how good it feels to respect the hierarchy to all their mantras.

“Jez, if you need anything and I'm not here, then you can use Brooke, otherwise use Binita. If you're really good, I'll get you your own private maid one day.”

“I'll be good, my lord!”

“My lord?” asks Brooke, confused.

“Yes! He's our lord and we were born to serve him!”

“Oh,” says Brooke. Then she looks at me and smiles in a way that's even more devoted than usual. “Yes, I feel it! He is our lord!”

Right, I'd forgotten how religious Brooke was. I guess she's so deep in the training that she's willing to believe I'm god now. I wonder if she'll ever figure out that when Jez says “my lord”, she's talking about lord Satan. God, these bitches are so dumb, they really are lucky I'm taking care of them.

Jez walks up to Freya. “You're Freya, right? You're so pretty, too! You look just like this girl, Amy, from my high school.”

“Thank you,” says Freya, her head turned down.

Jez stops smiling. “Get on your knees.”

Freya looks up and sees the serious look on the goth girl's face. I think she tries to resist for a moment, but I ordered her to do what Jez wants, so that means Jez's orders are as good as mine. The ginger slowly sinks to her knees.

Jez pats her on the head. “Good girl! Now bark, bitch!”

Freya holds out for a moment, then let's out a little, “Yip! Yip!”

“Wow,” I say. ”You must really hate Amy from highschool!”

Jez says, “She got mean when I was the first girl in my class to develop breasts.”

“Sounds like a real cunt. Feel free to make the gingercunt play dog games or whatever. I'm going to my room for right now. You can unpack when you like and pick out a bunk in the servants' quarters, although you'll be spending tonight in my room.”

“Thank you, my lord!” says Jez. Then grabs a long stem rose out of a vase, throws it across the room and yells, “Freya, fetch!”

I go to my room and fire up my computer. I spend several hours looking for information and figuring out my plan, then I go back to the living room and watch a couple of anime on the couch with Jez. She cuddles up against me, pressing her lush body against my side. She has pretty good taste in shows, and I enjoy them even more once I slip my hand into her shirt. Then we go to bed and she kisses me all over my body, but only from the neck down. I'm still holding out on kissing. She gives me a blowjob before we go to sleep.

I wake up to another blowjob from Brooke. Life is fucking good!

I just need to make sure nobody can take any of this away.

At breakfast I check my phone. Caitlin sent me her nightly photo, but it isn't a nude this time. It's a selfie of her and a reasonably attractive girl, maybe a 7, with long, blonde hair on one side and an undercut on the other side. They're smiling together at a bar. Nice, Caitlin's already working on someone.

After breakfast I call all the girls into the living room.

“Okay, it's time to talk about capturing Sabra.”

They all look a little confused. Jez is the only one who has even heard that name before.

“Everyone say, “Sabra will be our queen. We are nothing compared to her and she will be second only to our lord, Greg,” and forget this.”

In unison, they all say, “Sabra will be our queen. We are nothing compared to her and she will be second only to our lord, Greg.” Then they turn and look at each other, amazed that they have spontaneously said the same thing.

“Now, I have a plan for capturing her, and some of you will have a part to play in it.” I turn on the wall sized TV, which is hooked up to the computer. “We'll start with her.”

The woman who appears on the screen is... hot? Kinda? She has big tits and a tiny waist, but I checked and it was surgery that made her waist that tiny, and the surgeon maybe went a little too far. She has a weird haircut that I don't like and makeup so thick, I'm not really sure what her actual face looks like. I can see why some people like her, but I'd personally only call her a 7.

“This is Amanda de la Rue. No, that's not her real name, her real name is some boring shit like “Amanda Smith” or something, but she thought it would be cool to call herself “Amanda of the street” in French. She's a an Instagram model who some people think is attractive. Hold on, let me read her bio.”

I pull it up on on my cell phone. “Here it is. “Don't call me bi, bitch! I'm into women, men, queer folks and whatever else you got! Crazy messed up poly pan diva of your dreams!!” So, yeah, she's *that* kind of pretentious. However, the “poly” part of that is the part we care about. You see, Sabra, a much, *much* hotter Instagram model, recently broke up with her boyfriend and started dating Amanda. Since Amanda very proudly only does open relationships, we're going to get her to date me, which will bring Sabra to us."

“That's where you girls come in. You're going to become Instagram models too. Amanda has a reputation of doing a lot of photo shoots with models who are hotter than her so she can leach off their views, so we're going to use that.”

Brooke timidly raises her hand. I nod to her. “Sir, becoming an instamodel is... well, there are a ton of people trying to do that. How can we be sure we'll be successful enough to get her attention?”

I laugh a little. “You know, there's something I keep forgetting to ask you, Brooke. Just how rich are you?”

She looks at the other girls, suddenly shy. “I'm... I'm actually... really, really rich. My family has a ton of oil money. But that's just my family, not me, really. Any time I use my credit cards, my father calls me and demands to know what I'm wasting money on.”

I smile, thinking about my latest member perk in the app. “Don't worry, Brooke. I don't think that's going to be a problem anymore.”