For a brief moment, upon waking up, Andrea experienced and sense of confusion, finding herself not in her bed, in her room back home, but in a strange room, lying on a pile of soft pillows and blankets, wrapped in the arms of two other young, naked women. As it always did, the by-now familiar pressure of the slender, silver band circling her throat reminded her. It was just under a year since she, and her younger sister Lisa had been taken from their home by a ‘recruiter’ for Boundoggle, enslaved, trained and finally sold here, to their Master Henry.

At that moment, Andrea’s sister was not in the room the two shared with their fellow slaves, Jade and Katlyn. Master Henry always took one of his slaves to bed with him, while the other three were locked in their cell in the basement. This duty was shared among all four young women, but Lisa, as the youngest and prettiest of the group, found herself picked more often than not.

Andrea guessed it was a few minutes before 5 a.m., when the slave’s workday began. At least, for Andrea and the other two. Lisa would remain in bed with the Master until he awoke, usually around seven. Having to take care of the Master’s morning wood was a small price to pay for an extra two hours or sleep, and it wasn’t as if all of them weren’t used to being used for his sexual pleasure whenever he wanted. It was part and parcel of a slave’s life.

Not for the first time, Andrea wondered where she would be now, if Lisa hadn’t left the front door of the house unlocked, if the Boundoggle slaver hadn’t come in and enslaved them both. She’d be back and college, finishing up her undergraduate degree, looking at medical schools. Lisa would have graduated and gone to college herself, maybe the same one as her sister. Then again, if that slaver hadn’t grabbed them, maybe another one would have. Women found themselves enslaved everyday and the two were certainly attractive pieces of merchandising. And if they’d been sold now, would Master Harris still have bought them? Or would they have been sold to someone else, far crueler than their current owner. Perhaps this was the best Andrea could have hoped for, for her and her sister.

At that moment, there was a chime from the front door of the cell, signaling to the slaves their workday had begun once more. Immediately, Jade and Katlyn were awake and rising from the sheets. One of the first things slaves learned was they couldn’t layabout in bed long. Andrea rose with them, the three heading to the small shower tucked in one corner of the cell. To save time, all three climbed under the showerhead together, yelping as the water came out, cold. They quickly soaped each other up and rinsed off.

Then, it was over to the table and vanity to do their hair and makeup. Master Harris expected his slaves to look their best at all times. Again, the three worked as quickly as they could. The chime that had awoken them unlocked the cell door, but also started a timer. They had twenty minutes from that until the second chime. That told them they had five minutes left to get ready. After that, the cell door would lock again, until the Master came down. If he found his lazy slaves trapped inside, he would not be happy. Just across the hall from their cell was the punishment room, where the Master kept the whips, cages, wax candles and everything else needed to torment a bad slave girl for her misdeeds.

Makeup applied, the three got dressed. Here, they were helped by their limited wardrobe choices. Master Harris was of the opinion that clothes were a privilege his slaves had to earn, and which could be revoked as needed. Jade, the Master’s first, and favorite slave, was allowed a thin, lacy black top and mini skirt over matching lace lingerie. Andrea had panties, bra and stockings while Katlyn, who had recently displeased the Master, was forced to go bare chested.

All three wore high heels. Andrea and Lisa had struggled for a bit in the shoes, when they’d first arrived. In their old lives as free girls, they’d mostly worn sneakers or flip flops and at the training camp, they’d gone barefoot, as they’d gone bare-everything all the time, so they’d get used to exposing their bodies on command from their future masters. By now though, both were as proficient in the high heels as the other two.

The first task of the day was breakfast. For the slaves, that was toast with margarine, generic brand jam and instant coffee. Nothing exciting, but it was still far, far better than what they’d been fed in the training camp. Boundoggle’s ‘Slave Chow’ (tm) was formulated to supply everything a slave needed, except a taste and consistency that didn’t put one in mind of low-grade industrial glue.

Master Henry’s breakfast was rather more elaborate. Hand ground coffee, carefully steeped, eggs, bacon, hand squeezed juice. While Jade and Katlyn busied themselves preparing that, Andrea stepped out the front door and walked down to the street, still dark in the pre-dawn hour. To her disappointment, the post hadn’t arrived yet, so she had to wait, shivering in the cold January air.

Finally, the postwoman arrived, looking even colder than Andrea. She was a slave, dressed in a postman’s cap, jacket, open to show her slave collar, and boots, with nothing else on. Andrea felt sorry for her. As soon as she’d grabbed the parcel of letters and the morning paper, Andrea could hurry back inside, while the other girl had more houses still on her route before she returned to her warm cage at the local post office.

Letters and paper were laid on a tray, alongside the covered breakfast plates. Andrea’s stomach growled, just smelling the delicious food. She had to fight the temptation to sneak a few bites on the way upstairs to the Master’s bedroom. Katlyn couldn’t help herself, which was one reason why the older slave was still going topless while Andrea had a bra on.

Quietly, Andrea slipped into the bedroom. One of the first rules the sisters had learned was not to wake the Master. Seeing him, still slumbering in bed, Andrea waited by the door, holding the tray, still as a statue, until he awoke, whether that was in the next ten minutes or two hours from now. She prayed it wouldn’t be the latter. If it was, his breakfast would be cold, he would be cranky and all of them would likely end up in the punishment room for it. It was hardly fair, to be sure, but Andrea had long ago abandoned any hope of fairness, since the moment the slaver’s ropes were pulled tight around her and her sister’s wrists, signaling the end of their old, carefree lives as free girls and the start of new ones in chains.

Her sister, Lisa, was lying in bed, beside her master. She was as light a sleeper as the other slavers and had awoken when Andrea came in. Cautiously, she sat up, careful not to disturb the slumbering man beside her, either by bumping into him, or by the rattling of the chain that ran from her collar to a ring at the headboard of the bed. She glanced over at her sister, the two of them silently sharing the hardships of the life they’d found themselves in.

Eventually, the Master stirred. He grinned, turning to look at the naked girl sharing his bed with him. “Good morning, Slave Lisa.” He said. Turning, he nodded, adding “Slave Andrea” as Andrea hurried forward to serve him his breakfast. She set the tray on the nightstand by the bed and pulled the covers away, wafting the mouthwatering aroma into the air. Master Henry gave a murmur of delight, as did his two slaves.

“Slave Lisa,” Master Henry said, giving her a sly look. “You know what to do.” Lisa nodded. One of the perks of serving as the Master’s bedwarmer was getting to share his breakfast, though this came with a price…

With only a slight sigh of resignation, Lisa gave her sister another glance before disappearing under the covers, only the chain linking her to the bedstand sticking out, rattling as she worked her way over to the man’s crotch. That section of sheets began to bob up and down as Lisa began dealing with the Master’s morning wood. It wasn’t long before he was moaning between bites of bacon and eggs. A minute later, he gave a long groan. Lisa’s head reappeared a moment later, licking a few drops of the Master’s cum from her lips. She was rewarded for her efforts with a few morsels from his plate and a couple sips of orange juice. As he fed her, her hands worked, under the covers, stroking his manhood until it was erect again. Then, she disappeared beneath them again, taking Master Henry in her mouth in the hopes of earning a few more bites of the delicious breakfast.

Andrea, meanwhile, had gone to the Master Bedroom’s walk-in closet and was busy getting the Master’s suit ready for the day. Each piece was cleaned and pressed, immaculately, by the slaves as part of their duties. Selecting paints, shirt, jacket and tie, Andrea lifted the hangers off the bar and went back to the bed, standing at attention as she waited for the Master to get out of bed.

As usual, though, Master Henry was in no hurry. He had finished eating and passed the tray over to a delighted Lisa who was busy polishing off the remaining table scraps and was going through the mail, both the physical (mostly bills and advertisements today) and the electronic, on his phone.

“Well well…” Master Henry said, to himself and not to the two sisters nearby. “Isn’t that interesting…” Now, he did turn to address the two girls. “Slaves, after I leave for work, you are the prepare the guest room; dust it, new sheets, everything.”

He didn’t go further, the slaves didn’t need to know why, only what their orders were. Andrea did risk speaking up, hoping to Master was in a good mood from his breakfast and her sister’s mouth and hands. “What is it, Master?” She asked in a quiet voice.

To her relief, the Master smiled, instead of ordering her to the punishment room for speaking without leave. “It seems my sister Madelyn will be paying us a visit after all.” He told her, before returning to his emails. Andrea didn’t press further. After living under his roof for almost a year, she’d learned a bit about her Master’s extended family. His parents were both dead, but he had a sister. She’d married into money and lived somewhere on the west coast.

After the Master finished checking his emails, he rose from the bed. Lisa was unchained from the bedpost, so she could assist her sister in dressing him for work. Downstairs, Slave Jade and Slave Katlyn were waiting with his briefcase and coat. All four bid their owner a good day at work, before he went out the door.

After he was gone, Andrea told the other two about the email he’d gotten. To her surprise, both slaves groaned in disappointment. “I’d hoped when she couldn’t make it for Christmas it meant she wasn’t coming this year.” Jade said.

“Why? Andrea asked, confused. She knew their Master was one of the kinder owners they could have, how much worse could his sister be?

“You’ll see…” Jade said, shaking her head. “Anyway, we’ve got the guest bedroom to clear on top of everything else today, so no time to waste standing around. Hurry!” At her urging, the four slaves hurried up the stairs to start the day’s toil…