Sort out his serving staff.

Before I got to bed, I send Binita a message. "Have your ass over to my new place by 8am. If my guest is awake, offer him a fuck. Have breakfast ready by 9. Also, order more uniforms so you can wear a clean one each day."

The next morning, I get exactly the wakeup call I've been dreaming of for years. I slowly go from dreaming about Sabra sucking my cock to waking up with Brooke actually sucking my cock. She's going slowly, and I take my time and enjoy it. I've had a lot of BJs lately, and technically suction is suction, but seeing a girl this hot on my dick somehow makes it better. Weirdly, smelling bacon cooking in the kitchen at the same time I'm getting my dick sucked makes it even more fulfilling.

Binita comes in with a full breakfast on a tray with legs on the sides so you can eat in bed. I smile at her in a happy daze and say, "Where did you find that tray? Does Brooke...?"

Binita smiles proudly as she shakes her head. "No, I bought it for you!"

"Good girl! GOOD!" I grab Brooke's head and cum into her mouth. "GIRL! Very good... initiative!"

Binita looks forlornly at my crotch as Brooke finishes me off and tenderly licks my dick clean. Then my personal maid backs off the bed and lets my serving maid place the tray over my lap as I sit up.

"Did I do a good job, sir?" asks Brooke.

"Yes, that was very good."

"I also made breakfast for your friend, sir," says Binita. The "sir" is almost apologetic, as if she just realized for the first time that she should be calling me that when she heard Brooke say it. "However, I only bought one tray, so he's eating at the table."

"That's fine. It's my apartment, I should get special treatment." I pull out my phone. Caitlin sent me her nightly nude selfie last night, but I was too busy to notice at the time. Her expression looks a little **** in this one. She's definitely a sex maniac. Will starving her make her extra wild the next time we get together? That might be worth investigating.

"Okay, ladies, while I'm eating, let's go over a few things. Binita, you're moving in here. Brooke, I want you to order some bunk beds that can be put in the master bedroom. From now on, we're calling that the servants' quarters." Saying that feels so fucking fancy. "Pack up your clothes and move in tomorrow. Both of you still need to go to classes and talk to your families like normal, I don't want anyone getting suspicious. But when you're not in class, you're here and in uniform. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" they say in unison.

"Awesome!" I gobble down some of the bacon. "Binita, I'm changing your schedule a little. Only edge yourself for one hour a day instead of two, but that's every day now, even if I fuck you."

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, now Brooke, I have a few questions for you. First of all, have you been saying your prayers?" By "prayers", I mean the edging/brainwashing training, obviously.

"Yes, sir! Yesterday I did my prayers after you went to bed, but I usually pray first thing in the morning, so I did them before I woke you up today."

"Good. Next, how did you feel about me fucking Bree last night?"

She hesitates. Her hands twitch a little at her sides, but she still stands up straight like a good maid. "Well, sir, I... I really wished that it could be me, but it made me very happy that you enjoyed it. You should fuck every girl you desire."

I finish off the last of the eggs and move the tray to the side. I scoot to the end of the bed. I'm naked, kneeling at the end of an enormous bed and looking down at my servant. I very sternly say, "I'm going to be fucking other women a lot from now on. You're hot, but you aren't enough for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," says Brooke demurely, looking down. That means she's looking in the direction of my cock, which I think is really fun.

"You're not a person. You pretend to be a person for everyone outside of this apartment, but in reality you're just a collection of holes for me to have fun with. Holes don't get to have opinions, right sluts?"

"No, sir," agree Brooke and Binita in unison.

I run my hands through Brooke's dark, wavy hair. "Here's the big question, Brooke. Do you think you have rights?"

She thinks about it for a second, then realizes the right answer. "I... I guess I don't. You own me, so you have rights, but I don't. Sir."

"But aren't you a woman?"

"Yes, but... that doesn't mean I have rights."

"So, do women have guaranteed rights?"

Brooke's eyes dart around a bit as she rolls the idea around in her head. This is the real test of how strong her training has been. Binita is almost shaking, and her hand is actually raised a little. She's reverted to being that kid in class who knows the answer and desperately wants the teacher to call on her.

Finally, Brooke says, "No, sir. Women do not have guaranteed rights."

"So what is the point of being a woman if you don't have rights?"

"Women... serve men! We are put here to love, honor, and obey men! Did I get it right, sir?!"

I lean over and lick her neck, making her sigh. "Yes, Brooke. You got it exactly right!"

Then I remember something. "Oh, and order more uniforms."