Michelle returns

After some time, John suddenly noticed Michelle standing patiently at the foot of his bed, her clipboard and pen held to her chest and her face a sloppy mess from earlier.

Good girl, she didn't clean her face like I told her to. But how long has she been waiting there? Oh well, she is my **** after all.

John beckoned Michelle with a wave, and she crawled onto the bed and knelt beside him. He pulled away from his trio of sluts adoration long enough to say "Yes?"

"Lord Master John, I've brought you all the girls you requested. They await just outside your bedchamber."

"Very good little slut, I almost forgot. Send them in, I'm almost done with these three." John gave each of the girls an appreciative spank, making them giggle as they continued to use their mouths on John's neck and chest while he spoke.

"Lord Master John, if I may be so bold, I have arranged a special show for you using the fuck-toys outside. I thought you might enjoy spending quality time with each of them without having to guide them."

After a moment to think, the sluts worshiping his body, John felt it was a good idea. It was basically what he was doing right now, and the added bonus of not having to do anything? John had always been lazy.

"Alright, I'll humor my little sexretary." John gestured to the trio. "Have these three sluts in my bed tonight, I want them to blow me to sleep. For now girls, you're dismissed, you've performed admirably today."

The trio beamed up at John with pride, having just received praise from their Lord and Master. They took turns giving him one last lingering kiss, before pulling back and thanking him for letting their Master use his toys. They gently pulled away from him, not wanting to take their eyes off of his until they turned and walked away, linking arms and whispering about how great that just was.

"Lord Master John, if you would be so gracious as to let this humble servant guide you to the Stripper Throne, we may begin our performance." Said Michelle, and slowly climbed off the bed while John got up, being careful to stay just behind him like a submissive **** should. John shook off his limbs, stretched, then with a thought cleaned off his body as if he were just out of the shower. He placed a hand on Michelle's ass and slowly strode to the corner of the room where his Stripper Throne lay.

It was a large white comfortable single sofa chair, with large flat arm rests (big enough to fit several sluts on each), sitting on a raised dais. A short runway lead from the throne to a stripper pole, its back half surrounded by a semi-circle of mirrors. Either side of the pole were two screens hiding two doors out of the room.

As John climbed the dais and sat in the throne, Michelle clapped her hands, and the various girls around the bedroom each exited, leaving room for the new sluts about to enter.

"Lord Master John, please allow me to ready your cock for the opening of our performance," asked Michelle, and John gave a grunt of approval. She dropped to her knees and raised her hands to clap once more, before devouring his eternally hard cock. Just after she clapped, John heard the two doors open and close, and two pairs of heals clicking on the mirrored stripper stage.