I told Nicole that she was now my anal slave to give her ass when I required it. She would help her mom cook and help clean. And Lisa would be my over... all slave; she would be in charge of keeping the other 2 in line and be in charge of cleaning. They all agreed to the new rules. A week later me and Lisa were married. We got home and the three of them got undressed like they were supposed to. I told Patty to get to work eating out Lisa and get her nice and wet and ready for me. While she was. At the other end of the chain, I set another false chain link. Lastly was a thick sleeping mat and pillow that I laid on the floor in front of my desk. I picked up the chain to measure what it would allow access to. Holding on to it, I could reach the little bathroom, which was nothing but a primitive flushing squat toilet. I couldn't touch the window in the north wall or even stick my head out of the door to the south. I could reach about two feet beyond my desk, however and that would be. There was something about the easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality which made it impossible for Lynn to take her eyes off him."Right, now you know the sequence, kid, so try not to screw up!" warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone. "You stand next to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low. Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you ain't never been anything but a stupid slave and this lady can have your head. Lake. Protocol," Brad spoke into the intercom.The attractive blonde nodded and leaned forward to swipe her ID card in the scanner, the motion giving Brad and Brock a way better view of the swelling tops of her ample breasts. Her cleavge going against her buttoned up blouse."Damn," mumbled Brad in admiration, taking his finger off the intercom button. "Gemma just keeps getting hotter and hotter everytime I see her. Just when you think it's impossible for her to get any hotter." I second that,".