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He heard a soft tinkling noise of metal.

Kari was stirring in her sleep on the floor by his bed.

Master G rolled over to the edge to gaze down at her naked body.  Kari was on her stomach.  He grinned.  She had to be after what he’d done to her last night.  There were angry, red stripes from the top of her shoulders to the backs of her knees.  Several round and purpling ovals stood out on her upturned ass.  Flogged, strapped, and then paddled before he rode her ass to a nice, long orgasm for himself.  Oh, he allowed her three of her own as she begged for them, but she knew she had to have tears in her voice to receive permission.

The metal noise was the chain from her collar to the bed frame.  She slept on a twin bed mattress that could be placed there for such a purpose.  Master G smiled once more.  He knew he could pull on her chain, wake her, and she’d gladly service him once more.  She was born to be a slave and knew it.  

The aroma of cooking bacon reached his nostrils, and he sighed with pleasure.  Closing his eyes, he cut out all the background noises so he could listen.

There…two feminine voices whispering in the kitchen.

Jenny and Marie had arrived to cook his breakfast.  They’d gone out on a girls’ night to give him time with Kari.  The girls were very good about scheduling and respecting each other’s private times.  As much as other Doms and Masters might fantasize about it, Master G rarely did all three girls at once.  They usually did so at the girls’ request more than his.  He knew they enjoyed “out-numbering” him.  They acted a little more…boldly at those times and thoroughly enjoyed it.  He did, too.  They would sweetly spoil and pamper him for a day or two after as he recovered.

Kari was dead to the world and with good reason.  He’d used her well last night, and she’d been exhausted.  It was somewhat humorous to him, considering she was half his age.  He rose quietly and padded out of the bedroom to the bathroom to take care of the usual business.  Exiting from the second door of the bathroom, he walked down to see Jenny and Marie look up with warm smiles.

“Is she out?” Marie smirked.

“Not wounded, Sir, but dead.” He intoned with a good British accent.

Jenny giggled.  “May we know what you did, Sir?”

He nodded and sat down at the kitchen table.  He told them what had happened in story form.  All his slaves were accustomed to his being very transparent with them.  Shyness or modesty wasn’t allowed.  They had each expressed, separately, that they enjoyed hearing about his sex adventures even when it wasn’t with any of the three.

Poly-lifestyle was clearly understood before any decisions on dynamics started.  Master G had three rules: complete honesty, no agendas, and no jealousies.  He allowed them to have play partners as well.  Not to do so would have been such hypocrisy.  The partners had to be vetted by him, and he’d promised never to just pimp them out without them getting a say in it.  To him, it was only fair.

He enjoyed watching the differences in breasts between the two.  Dress code was fully nude when in his place, and they all knew it.  He allowed dress-up when they wished to impress him or do a role-play scene.  He did enjoy their schoolgirl and cheerleader outfits.  What man could honestly say he’s never fantasized about spanking and fucking both?  

“Master?” Jenny asked quietly.

“Yes, Jen?” He answered.

“I think it’s my morning, Sir.” She blushed slightly.  She still did after eight months of his collar.  It was adorable.

“You know it is.  I know you three keep careful track.” He eyed her.

She shrugged.  “Yes, Sir. We do.  May I, please?”  She turned over the cooking utensils to Marie, who gave her a soft grin.

“Of course, little J.” He smiled and watched as she came around to face him. She knelt at his feet.  He leaned back and opened his robe.

Her smile was delightful as she eyed her prize and licked her lips.  “Thank you for allowing me to worship, Master.” She whispered, then went to work.

He closed his eyes and sighed.  Jenny was very good at this and had learned all his preferences.  All three did great jobs, but Jenny was definitely his most passionate cumslut.  Her vocals vibrated through his cock and balls as she got more and more into it.  It was time for his hands.

Jenny would be disappointed if he didn’t grab those two braids and tug until she whimpered.

He did so, and she worked harder now as well as faster.

Marie placed his plate next to him and knelt behind Jenny.  

Spank her. He mouthed to Marie.

Marie grinned and nodded.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He felt Jenny’s surprised moans, then her groans as she loved being spanked during sex.  Marie enjoyed spanking any of the other two girls.  She had a bit of Domme in her, which Master G nurtured to an extent.  Yes, it was Marie who usually instigated the foursomes.  

Marie spanked faster and harder.  It was all music to his ears, and he tapped the back of Jenny’s head twice to warn her.  She nodded and prepared.

He came long, hard, and deeply.  Jenny’s suction was terrific as she took it all and drank her fill and more.  God, she was a good slut!

As the flow ended, she sucked off with a pop and looked up at him.

“Such a good cumslut, Jenny.” He crooned.

She beamed.

“Now, be a good girl and go kneel in the corner so I can enjoy that red ass.  Marie will do the cleanup.” He ordered.

Jenny sighed but nodded and moved to obey.  

Marie’s eyes lit up.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“Mmmhmm…get to it.” He told her.

She moved into where Jenny had just left and began to kiss and lick any stickiness from him.  She also gave him soft worship.  He placed one hand in her hair to pet her as he used the other to eat his two fried, overhard eggs and four strips of bacon.  

Breakfast always tasted better when it was served like this, and he was served in this manner.  It’s good to be a Master.  The phrase went through his head for the millionth time.  It was, indeed.