That evening, after clearing out the guest room, giving the entire house a thorough cleaning and cooking dinner, the slaves gathered in the main foyer, a few minutes before Master Henry usually got back from work. They knelt in a row, hands folded in their laps, heads bowed submissively. They waited fifteen minutes, then another fifteen minutes and another after that.

“He must be at the airport.” Jade said, “Picking up his sister.” The other slaves nodded, though none of them moved from their position. Master Henry wanted all of his slaves waiting by the door to greet him each evening when he arrived back home. Even if they didn’t know when he was due to arrive, they had to be at the door when the time came, whether they had to wait by the door, kneeling, ten minutes or ten hours.

Eventually, they heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house. While the others remained kneeling, Jade rose to her feet and walked to the door, keeping her head bowed, one hand folded behind her back while the other reached forward and grabbed the knob. Timing it just right, she opened the door just as Master Henry reached the welcome mat.

“Welcome home, Master Henry!” All four slaves chorused in unison. Andrea waited a moment, as he stepped inside, then glanced up, as much as she dared, watching as their owner was followed into the entryway by a young woman. She was a close match to her brother in looks; dark hair cut long with bangs, an expensive lined jacket, calf high leather boots. On her face was an expression that said loud and clear she expected to be waited on and heaven help the poor slave who failed to please her.

Madelyn stepped into the house, giving Jade and Katlyn a brief, dismissive glance. “I would have thought you’d sell these two, after you told me you’d purchased two new girls. I know these worn out sluts wouldn’t fetch much of a price, but the brothels and torture dungeons always need new slaves. You don’t need any extra mouths, eating your food.” The two older slaves stayed silent, trying not to show anything but dutiful subservience on their faces as she spoke.

“And why aren’t they chained, brother? I gave you those lovely sets of cuffs and chains for Christmas last year.” Madelyn continued, giving a melodramatic sigh. “You are too soft on them. No wonder you need four slaves, the lazy bitches are probably loafing about all day.”

“Jade, Katlyn, go put on the shackles.” Henry ordered, in the tone of one suggesting they wear the sweater an aunt gave them for Christmas, at least while she was visiting. “They’re in the playroom in…oh…one of the chests. You’ll find them.”

“Yes Master.” The two responded and swiftly turned and hurried for the stairs down to the playroom. Meanwhile, Madelyn turned her attention to Andrea and her sister. Hurriedly, Andrea turned her gaze downward, submissively, as she awaited her owner’s sister’s judgement.

“Hmmm…” The other woman said, leering down at the two kneeling slaves. She snapped a finger at Andrea. “Stand up, slave.” She ordered sharply. Silently, Andrea rose to her feet, keeping her eyes downward. She suppressed a slight shiver as she felt the other woman’s hand go to her right breast, grabbing it and squeezing. Andrea had learned to get used to other people handling, groping and fondling her naked body, that was just part and parcel of slavery, but most of the time it had been men feeling her up. She wasn’t as used to receiving the same sort of treatment from a woman not much older than herself.    

“Remove your clothes, slave.” Madelyn ordered. “You to.” She added, nodding to Lisa. Thanks to her slave conditioning, Andrea had her bra unhooked and slid down her arms, baring her round, perky breasts, before she realized what she was doing and had a chance to feel embarrassed. Cheeks flushed slightly, she slipped her thumbs under the band of her panties and slid them down her long legs, stepping out of them before straightening up, naked save her heels. Beside her, Lisa had also stripped naked.

“Not bad.” Madelyn said, stepping forward once more. One hand went out to Andrea’s now naked body, slipping between her legs to caress the slave’s sex. The other went to feel up her sister’s. It was hardly the first time Andrea had been touched down there by another woman, the slaves took whatever pleasure they could when they were locked up for the night, but Madelyn’s touch had a much different quality to it. There was no gentle stroking, or petting. Her touch had a predatory, grasping edge to it. She treated Andrea’s sex as if she owned it, even if it was technically her brother who owned Andrea and thus her pussy.

Rough as it was, though, Madelyn had plenty of experience. It didn’t take more than a moment before her efforts had an effect on both girls. Andrea bit her lip, suppressing a moan. Beside her, Lisa couldn’t quite keep it in.

The other woman might have gone further, but she was distracted by a noise from the door. Andrea didn’t notice, until the hand rubbing her clit was abruptly withdrawn. She glanced over, looking to see what had distracted the Mistress from her attentions. Another slave was standing at the door. She looked to be about the same age as Lisa, though her skin was paler, her chest a bit smaller. She shuffled into the door, bent over double. Part of that was due to the small mountain of suitcases and other bags she was carrying, part of it due to the heavy steel restraints encircling her wrists, ankles and neck. Several feet of stout chain linked all of them together, limiting her movements to a slow shuffle. She shivered. Apart from the metal squeezing her limbs, the slave was completely naked.

“Took you long enough with the bags, lazy slut!” Madelyn scolded her slave. The girl bowed her head, mumbling abject apologies through the large ballgag jammed between her teeth. Madelyn walked over, grabbing one bag from the pile. “Take these up to the guest room, chop chop!” She punctuated her order with a hard slap across the girl’s naked backside.

As the slave shuffled towards the stairs, Madelyn reached into the bag she’d taken and pulled out several boxes. Andrea saw the logo for Harris’, the high-end slave market where she and her sister had been sold to Master Henry. Besides its auction houses, both high end and low, the market boasted countless stores selling restraints and other necessities for the modern slave owner. Sure enough, Madelyn opened the boxes and produced two sets of matching restraints; high quality silver finished handcuffs and leg irons.

“Put these on and see if they fit.” Madelyn said. “Tight now.” Obediently, the sisters stepped forward and took the shackles from her, locking the steel bands around their wrists and ankles, tight, as they’d been taught in the training camp.

“There, much more appropriate for slaves, don’t you think?” Madelyn said to her brother as she leered at the two girls, now standing naked and shackled.

“Of course, sis.” Henry said, placatingly. “Now, I think we’ve stood in the doorway long enough. I’m sure my girls have prepared us a wonderful dinner tonight.” In his voice, his tone said that they would regret it if they hadn’t. Madelyn nodded, waving a hand, dismissively to the sisters. With a bow, the two turned. Andrea paused, bending over to collect her and her sister’s discarded clothes. Shackled, there was no way for them to dress, but it wouldn’t do to leave them cluttering the floor…something she was sure Madelyn would comment on, and punish, if she had lapsed in her duties thusly.

Ignoring her, Master Henry and his sister swept through the house towards the dinning room. Andrea and Lisa had to hurry, taking another route, so as to be waiting, ready, to seat and serve the pair, when they arrived. This was made somewhat awkward by the ankle fetters limiting their movement. They hadn’t worked shackled since their training, but the skill of moving about in chains quickly returned and the two arrived a second or two before their owner and Madelyn. Both straightened to attention, instantly, as if they had been waiting here for hours, ready to serve, instead of just arrived themselves.

Master Henry moved to his usual spot at the head of the table, his sister to the opposite end. Andrea pulled Henry’s chair back to seat him, while her sister sat Madelyn. Andrea than offered both of them some wine, a light claret Jade had selected from the Master’s cellar earlier that afternoon to go with the lamb she’d prepared for dinner.

She, and Katlyn had now returned from the dungeon, having donned their own shackled and leg irons Madelyn had given them in previous years. They’d also stripped naked, knowing Madelyn’s preferences for slave’s dress: steel and nothing else. As they brought in the first platters with the soup course, Andrea and Lisa knelt at either end of the table, beside the diner’s chairs, ready at an instant should they need anything, from a fresh glass of wine to more, intimate, services underneath the table. They had a lot of experience entertaining the many guests Master Henry brought over in his capacity as a political lobbyist and he was not above using his slaves to gain favor with the rich and powerful. Their own opinions on the matter was, as usual, not considered for an instant.

Throughout the meal, things seemed to be going well enough. Andrea was tensed at any moment for the explosion of rage she expected from her Master’s sister, if any of the slaves were to spill so much as a drop of wine or speck of food as they cleared used plates and brought fresh courses, but all of them were trying their hardest to avoid anything that might set Madelyn off. She seemed to be in good spirits, catching up on gossip with her brother, ignoring the slaves the way she ignored the table or her chair or any other furniture.

Then, just as Andrea had let her guard down as Jade served the crème Brule, Master Henry casually called across the table. “Would you be interested in going anywhere this evening, or would you prefer to turn in early? I know you had a long flight…”

“I think I would like to relax and turn in…” Madelyn said, taking her spoon to her dessert cheerfully. “and if it is fine with you, I’d like to borrow one of your lovely slaves to help, plus a few things from your modest playroom, the riding crop, those nipple clamps, the silver ones I gave you, remember, and a couple plugs.”

“Of course.” Henry said, cheerfully. “I’ll content myself with one of the other girls, Jade, I think it’s been a while since I’ve sampled your lovely puss, isn’t it? After you finish clearing up, head upstairs and chain yourself to the bed, spread eagle.”

“Yes, Master.” Jade said, bowing her head as she removed the rest of the plates with the remains of the meal. It would supplement the slaves’ supper for the evening.

“And you,” Master Henry turned to Andrea. “Do whatever my sister wants and make sure she enjoys herself, understand?”

Andrea bowed her head as well, trying to suppress the trepidation in her gut. “Yes Master.” She said, quietly. Just as she said this, Madelyn reached down and grabbed Andrea’s collar by the ring on the front. “Come, slave.” She said, leering predatorily down at the naked slave. “I’ve had a long day and I’d like to unwind…” Andrea hurriedly rose to her feet at the tugging on her collar and shuffled out of the room after the other woman…