Week 1: Friday, 7th Dec 2029, Night

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Another night, another lesson. Again, I’m not playing teacher tonight. Jennifer takes the lead, poised with that perfect elegance, the black silk of her hair catching the low bedside lamp as she kneels across from Lisa on the rug. I watch them on my bed, Yoko lying beside me, head on my shoulder, eyes fixed on her pad.

Jennifer’s gaze is direct as she addresses Lisa, who kneels with a practiced obedience, “Lisa, tell me what you know about service sessions,” Jennifer asked.

Lisa’s voice is calm and clipped. “A service session is whenever Master desires it: when he gestures, when he looks our way, when he simply issues a command.”

Jennifer shakes her head, a half-smile curving her lips. “Yes, we are always available for our Master's use. But I’m speaking of the scheduled kind. Bed duties. Shower attendance.”

Lisa bows her head, the flush in her cheeks a confession of inexperience. “My syllabus covered service acts, how to clean, how to please, but not in the shape of a full session”

“I expected as much,” Jennifer says, warmth in her tone. “Then we learn by doing.” She glances up at me, seeking permission. I’m in the mood for something specific, a little edge to tonight’s lesson.

“A bit of anal,” I say, voice low, casual. “I missed that tight hole of yours, Jennifer.”

A rosy flush blooms across Jennifer’s cheeks. Even now, being asked to demonstrate anal for me in front of her sister slaves exposes a vulnerability she knows too well. She’s good at taking my dick up her ass, and serve beautifully, but climaxing from it alone remains a challenge.

“Yes, Master.” Her voice is steady, but I can tell by the extra flick to her tongue as she wets her lips that she’s nervous and aroused.

She turns back to Lisa, professional but intimate. “The first step, always, is preparation. I’ve spent the last hour readying all my holes so we can skip the tedious part. Since you're here to assist, use your judgement and follow orders, Master's first, then mine. Tonight you will be lubing Master with your mouth."

"Yes Mistress." Lisa replied.

Jennifer slides open a small black suitcase from beneath the bed, revealing coils of soft rope and cuffs “Anticipation is everything. Lay out what Master prefers before he asks. The toys and restraints. You present yourself, and your tools, open for his critique.”

“I’m not the strongest when taking Master’s cock in my ass, so restraints might be necessary. Remember, we only do the preparation, the decisions are made by Master."

Jennifer glances to me, “May I keep the session simple, Master? I know you have a long day tomorrow, so perhaps no elaborate bondage tonight.”

I nodded, and gave Yoko a gentle push so I could sit upright at the head of the bed. The mattress dipped and whispered beneath me. “Lie on your back, Lisa. Jennifer, straddle her, reverse, mouth on her crotch.”

Jennifer moved first, a fluid arc of fair skin and midnight hair, her movements practiced but just a touch too hurried. But then she caught herself, slowed, letting her hips sway as she swung one leg over Lisa, meeting my gaze with a playful wink before she crouched, lowering herself so her ass and slick folds hovered above Lisa’s parted lips.

Lisa’s breath quickened, her hands trembling as she reached up, easing her palms along Jennifer’s thighs, steadying Jennifer above her. A greedy tongue flickered out, tracing the curve of Jennifer’s sex, then dipping farther, teasing at her tight asshole.

“Jennifer, grab Lisa’s ankles. Lisa, hold Jennifer’s.” I picked up a coil of rope, letting it unwind across the bedding like some languid serpent. One by one, I bound them together, ankles to wrists, their bodies **** into a loop of service, limbs interlocked.

Lisa strained, neck arching, lips already slick with saliva and Jennifer’s arousal as she lapped, slow and hungry, at Jennifer’s puckered star. But Jennifer was a tease, grinding down just enough, then lifting her hips so Lisa had to chase, tongue darting, nose pressed tight, getting smacked and smeared as Jennifer rolled her hips.

The scent of their need, the wet kiss of Lisa’s tongue on Jennifer’s hole, it was all heady as wine. I stroked myself, lazily at first, watching, savoring, then stepped forward, my cock throbbing.

“Enough with Jennifer. Get me ready,” I said, sliding forward to plant my shaft square across Lisa’s face.

Jennifer glanced back over her shoulder, hair falling forward, lips parted, voice husky with anticipation. “Lisa, focus. You need to prepare both Master and me.” She rocked her hips, pressing her ass firmer onto Lisa’s chin as she spoke.

Lisa’s lips parted wide, tongue flattening eagerly along the base of my cock. She worked me with nothing but her mouth, neck straining, jaw aching, spit gliding down my length as she slurped and suckled, moaning, “Mmmph… slrrrp… ahhnnn…” The ropes bit gently at her pulled-back wrists, her blue eyes sparkled with obedience and hunger, never leaving mine, even as spit ran freely from the corners of her mouth down her chin.

Above her, Jennifer’s body trembled, perched over Lisa in a perfect reversal, her own wrists lashed tight to Lisa’s ankles, forming a sinful, inescapable knot of flesh. She shifted her hips, arching, presenting her ass and wet folds to Lisa’s mouth.

“Now, Lisa, work my ass, make it wet, make it open,” Jennifer instructed, voice husky, breathless as she ground herself slowly down, smearing her slick, needy heat over Lisa’s face. Lisa strained, tongue darting, circling Jennifer’s tight ring, coaxing the muscle to relax as much as it could without the help of her hands. Jennifer gasped, grinding herself harder, trapping Lisa’s mouth, her thighs quivering at the effort.

Slrrch… schlp… Lisa’s tongue painted messy circles, lapping, flicking, spitting, until Jennifer’s hole glistened, open and twitching. Jennifer pressed back, a needy whimper escaping her lips, “Just like that… More… get me ready for Master…”

I watched, cock now slick and swollen, Lisa’s mouth having left it shining, throbbing in the open air. Both girls grappled with their bonds, ankle and wrist tied tight, bodies locked together in a web of obedience and need. The scent of their sweat and sex hung thick, every breath vibrating with anticipation.

"I'm ready, Master. Please take my ass," Jennifer husked, voice trembling with anticipation.

I smirked, bringing my palm down across her cheek in a sharp slap, smack, just enough to leave a flush blooming beneath my fingers. "Quiet. Use that mouth for what it's meant for, start licking Lisa."

Jennifer obeyed instantly, lowering her face, letting her tongue descend and bury itself between Lisa's legs. Her lips pressed to Lisa's slick folds, tongue lapping, savoring every shuddering gasp that escaped the bound girl beneath her.

I leaned forward, spreading Jennifer’s cheeks wide, my cock poised at her glistening, eager hole. I glanced down at Lisa, who was breathless, face flushed and needy, hips rolling up into Jennifer’s mouth.

"What about you, Lisa?" I growled, watching Jennifer’s ass flex prettily around my tip. "Like what you see?"

Lisa managed a muffled moan, her own tongue straining to return the favor, flicking and swirling as best she could given her limited angle. "Mmm, Master… Mistress Jennifer’s ass is so beautiful… so ready to be claimed by your cock…"

The tension in the room was electric, the tangle of bodies locked by rope and obedience. I laughed, low and hungry, and pressed forward, my cock driving into Jennifer’s ass with a slow, relentless ****. Her walls clamped down, rippling, as I buried myself to the hilt, savoring the way she whimpered against Lisa’s dripping cunt.

Jennifer worked Lisa’s pussy desperately, tongue plunging in, lapping in messy, wet circles. Every time I thrust forward, Jennifer’s mouth was pressed harder into Lisa, muffling her own moans and sending shivers of pleasure up Lisa’s spine.

"That’s it," I grunted, gripping Jennifer’s hips, using her as nothing more than a toy for my pleasure. With each deep stroke, my balls pressed against Lisa’s chin, the rope binding them forcing them closer, no escape, no reprieve.

Lisa’s own cries grew louder, her tongue working furiously at Jennifer’s clit. "Mmmf… nnhh… Mistress, yes… please…" The slick, obscene sounds of lips on flesh, the rhythmic slapping of my hips meeting Jennifer’s ass, filled the air.

Jennifer’s body trembled, every muscle straining, caught between overwhelming sensation and service. Her ass swallowed me greedily, squeezing, milking me with every thrust. Her moans were muffled but ****, vibrating straight through Lisa’s soaked pussy.

"Don’t stop, either of you," I commanded, pace hammering harder, hips slamming into Jennifer’s bound body, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

My climax built, fiery and inevitable. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep in Jennifer’s ass, cock pulsing, spurting hot ropes of cum inside her. "Fuck, yes. Take it" I snarled, every muscle tight.

Jennifer moaned around Lisa’s cunt, shuddering as she felt me flooding her, hips jerking in helpless ecstasy.

Slowly, I withdrew, cum already leaking from her well-fucked hole. Jennifer and Lisa remained knotted together, gasping and trembling, their faces slick with sweat, spit, and the sticky evidence of my claim.

“All that fun without me. And here I am, the only one working,” Yoko’s voice cut through the haze, a note of playful envy threading through her every syllable.

Jennifer barely managed to lift her head, voice husky but commanding. “Lisa, you’re not finished. Clean Master up with your mouth, don’t stop until every drop is gone.”

Lisa immediately obeyed, shifting her bound body with practiced grace. Her lips parted, tongue pressing against my cock, slow and thorough, tracing each sticky line, lapping me clean with greedy diligence. Slrrp… mmph… Her mouth was warm, insistent, unwilling to let even a taste escape, swallowing each salty trace as I threaded a hand through her sweat-damp hair.

Yoko perched herself at the edge of the bed, tablet still aglow. “Is the raid done?” I asked, voice lazy with satisfaction as Lisa’s tongue worked me.

“Yes and no,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “I always figured a raid meant stealing the goods, not blowing them up.”

I chuckled, pulling my cock from Lisa’s mouth, glistening and perfectly clean. “What happened?”

“Incompetence on all sides,” Yoko answered, scrolling through data with a flick of her finger. “They blasted half the cargo to hell. Mikhail’s not going to recoup even a fraction, not with all the munitions they burned.”

“The details are irrelevant,” I said, waving a dismissive hand. “Did you get enough evidence to pin the whole mess on Mikhail?”

“Plenty,” she said, voice smug. “Security company’s got it too. Mikhail’s so-called expert thought he fried the surveillance, he was dead wrong.”

I turned my attention back to Lisa, voice dropping into that tone that made her shiver. “Good job, Lisa. Now go clean Jennifer’s ass, inside and out. I want her spotless. I think she earned herself an orgasm too.”

Lisa twisted, her mouth seeking out Jennifer’s well-used hole, tongue diving in, swirling, cleaning out every last spill, every slick trace. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes half-lidded with devotion as she rimmed Jennifer, slow and thorough, not missing a single fold.

Jennifer exhaled a shaky moan, her spine arching in response, a hitch of pleasure resonating in every muscle. “That’s it. Deeper, Lisa.”

Lisa redoubled her efforts, tongue gliding deeper, circling, tasting, cleaning without pause. When Jennifer was clean, her ass glistening, no trace of cum left, Lisa shifted to Jennifer’s pussy, mouth sealing over her folds, sucking hard, tongue flicking mercilessly over her clit.

Jennifer’s breath caught, hips grinding desperately, every muscle straining against the ropes. “Oh—fuck—yes, Lisa…don’t stop…”

Lisa devoured her, moans vibrating through Jennifer’s core. Jennifer clung to the edge, head thrown back, body shaking helplessly as Lisa’s tongue worked in relentless, eager circles. Schlpp… slrrch… mmmnnn… Lisa’s mouth was everywhere, pleasure building fast beneath her touch.

With a strangled cry. “Master, please. Ah, I’m coming!” Jennifer broke, hips jerking, thighs clamping tight around Lisa’s head as she came hard, shivering, entire body wracked with grateful, wrung-out pleasure.

Lisa only pulled away when Jennifer’s trembling subsided, both of them panting, sweat-soaked, bodies tight and tangled in ropes and devotion.

I leaned back, letting the lingering shivers settle into the mattress, the taste of sweat and sex thick in the air. Jennifer and Lisa remained entangled, limp, still bound together in the web of rope and satisfaction—Lisa’s cheek pressed to Jennifer’s thigh, Jennifer’s hair fanned across Lisa’s stomach.

“Yoko,” I called, voice soft but final in the afterglow haze. “Release them.”

Yoko slid off the bed without complaint, her bare feet whispering over the carpet as she crouched beside the girls. Her fingers were deft and gentle, tracing lazy circles over flushed skin as she loosened each knot, rope slipping away from ankles and wrists with a soft whisssh.

Jennifer rolled onto her side, sighing in pure relief as her arms slid free. Lisa flexed her wrists, red lines blooming on pale skin, then let herself be gathered up by Yoko’s arms and guided onto the bed. The three of them collapsed together, tangled in a pile of limbs and hair and exhausted laughter, the air buzzing with contentment.

I pulled the blankets over the heap they made, feeling warmth bloom in my own chest. Yoko slid in next to Jennifer, curving her body around her like a shield and a lover both, while Lisa curled up on my other side, cheek nuzzling into my chest.

The four of us fit in the bed, a tangle of skin and limbs, sweat drying, hearts thumping in slow, sated rhythm. I tangled my fingers through Yoko’s hair, stroked Lisa’s hip, pressed a kiss to Jennifer’s forehead. My girls giggled softly, shifting closer, arms draped across one another, legs locked and knotted as we slowly drift off asleep.