Zones of control

Sandra nodded. "Since Paige doesn't service your sexual needs and I," Sandra purrs with a grin. "fully intend to, we thought that I could be your **** in the bedroom and bathroom. I'd keep the rooms clean and you clean and taken care of." Sandra grins sexily.

Paige nods. "And since I've been with you longer and feeding you and all, I'd take care of the rest of the apartment. Cleaning and cooking, what I've already been doing."

I looked both of them and smiled. "I'll certainly miss seeing you in only an apron, Sandra, but I suppose I could find you a maid's costume and a bathrobe. I like your compromise, slaves. We'll do it that way." Frowning, I looked at the floor. "Though the humiliation factor that Paige needs might be a problem..."