Slaves - You’re the Master

it’s one of those mornings, when you’re peaceful, with your slaves in your bed, on your floor, naked, all, where no one dare to wear something against the Master’s order, their butt red from spanks and belt buckles… Anyway, it feels so good…one arched herself to fit your ass in her pussy, another, with your cock in her mouth to keeps it warm. Another sucking your balls, and hundreds of slaves in that palace You slowly stretches, it’s time of training, to make them submit more and more every day…wanna have a clean palace? Make your slaves stay still, without moving, and not wasting time, training them to submit, moan, suck, drool, cry, beg, scream…all with high techs devices, the mask, where when you shove your cock, her brain his controlled, and the slave will suck like their life depends on it, the mask, watching porn all day, implanting desire in the subconscious, having a heater against the pussy, to make it warm, tight, needy and wet, the smart machines to implant se toys in their bodies, the smart syringes, to put a liquid that’ll make them drooling lubricant, recovered in bottles to send, for the female slaves, breasts trapped In bottles to take their milk, all that Reunited tied down on chairs, spread legs, all day, until the Master comes home to play with them “They fuck so bad…they should be more trained…” you murmurs to yourself