By the time we returned to the hotel that evening, the girls were a mixture of exhaustion, frustration, and overwhelming arousal.
They knew their "reward" awaited them, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. But their reward, while pleasurable, was also a carefully orchestrated torment.
That night, the girls finally received some release, but only half of what they craved. We had sex – passionate, animalistic sex – while the girls were instructed to use their fingers and the sex toys they had been wearing all day.
They were allowed to touch themselves, to explore their own bodies, but they were also forced to watch us, their eyes glued to our every move, every touch, every moan as they were made to fantasize about having sex while fingering themselves.
It was a tantalizing torture, a constant reminder of what they were missing, what they truly desired.
This routine continued for three more days. Each day, the girls were subjected to the same cycle of denial and tantalizing pleasure, which increased in intensity by the day.
They would follow us around Jeju Island, their bodies vibrating with the sex toys I controlled, their desires simmering beneath the surface.
And each night, they would be allowed a taste of release, but never the full satisfaction they craved.
They were allowed to touch, play amongst each other, give each other pleasure, do scissoring but not to be touched in the way they truly desired, they weren't given the real deal which caused them to have a frustration like never before, no matter what they did they never felt truly satisfied.
They were allowed to feel pleasure, but not the complete, overwhelming release they saw us experiencing.
Over those three days, a transformation began to take place within the girls. Their initial embarrassment slowly gave way to a desperate hunger.
The shame they felt at their own actions and desires began to fade, replaced by a growing acceptance of their new reality.
They started to embrace their roles, their subservient positions. The lines between pleasure and pain, shame and desire, began to blur. They were becoming what I wanted them to be.
By the end of the third day, the girls were no longer the same. The spark of defiance in their eyes had been replaced by a look of eager submission.
They had fallen into depravity, embracing their roles as my sluts. They were broken, remade, and utterly mine.
That night, after another day of forced denial and tantalizing glimpses of pleasure, the girls finally cracked. They approached Esther, their faces flushed, their eyes filled with a desperate longing.
"Please, Mistress," Linda begged, her voice trembling with barely suppressed desire. She knelt before Esther, her head bowed, her hands clasped together. "Please, let us have the real deal. The real package."
Sarah, her cheeks burning, echoed Linda's plea. "Please, Mistress," she whimpered, her voice thick with arousal. She wiggled her ass suggestively, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
"We want to feel what you feel. We want to be used like you. We want to also serve our beloved master by offering our bodies to master."
Karen, her usual confidence replaced by a desperate need, crawled towards Esther on her hands and knees. "Mistress," she moaned, her voice dripping with lust.
"We'll do anything. We'll be your perfect little sluts, do everything you wish us to do, no matter if it's depraving, or we have to do questionable things. Just please, let us also have him."
Diane, her eyes glazed with desire, simply whimpered and nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.
Susan, her reserve completely shattered, knelt beside Karen, her face flushed, her eyes pleading. "Please, Mistress," she begged, her voice husky with arousal. "We need it. We need him in us."
Linda, her voice shaking, added, "We're your lowly servant sluts, Mistress. We want to experience the same things you do. We want to be used by the Master, just like you."
Esther, a cruel smile playing on her lips, looked down at the girls, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She had broken them. They were *ours* now, body and soul. And she knew exactly how to use them.
"Well then, my little sluts," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, "let's see just how far you're willing to go."
And so began our reign of depravity.
The same night, I lined the girls up. "So Esther told me, that you are willing to obey my every command? Is that true?"
The girls nodded eagerly as a sinister smile spread across my face, "Well then, Strip," I commanded.
Without hesitation, they obeyed, tearing their clothes away, as their naked bodies now completely devoid of shame. I then adorned them with dog collars, ears, and tails.
"Now, crawl," I ordered. They obeyed instantly, their hands and knees on the cold floor.
"Good girls," Esther cooed, a wicked glint in her eyes as she petted each of the girls happily on them obeying my commands without any questions. "Darling, now let's take our new little pets for a walk."
We strolled through the villa, the girls crawling naked in front of us, their tails wagging eagerly.
Esther and I walked behind them, hand in hand, chatting casually as if we were simply taking our dogs for a walk.
"They're so well-behaved," I remarked, nodding towards the girls. "Yes," Esther agreed, a smirk playing on her lips. "They're learning their place."
We reached the pool area. "Fetch!" I commanded, tossing a frisbee. The girls scrambled after it, running on all fours, their naked bodies glistening in the sunlight as their breasts jiggled like crazy.
Whoever retrieved the frisbee was rewarded with a chance to suck my dick once, their eagerness a testament to their complete submission.
While I was busy training them to be proper sluts to me, Esther, like a good mistress, recorded the whole scene, her laughter echoing through the villa as if taking revenge for all the insecurities her friends caused her up till now.
The depravity continued. The girls were made to eat from dog bowls, sleep in kennels, and perform all sorts of degrading acts. They were our playthings, our living dolls, existing solely for our pleasure.
We then got a bit bored and wanted more entertainment so we decided to have some fun with their obedience. "Perform a slutty dance for us," Esther commanded, her voice laced with amusement.
The girls, without a word, began to dance, their naked bodies moving in ways that were both provocative and humiliating.
They writhed and gyrated, their movements mimicking sexual acts, their eyes fixed on us, begging for our approval.
Next, we decided to test their loyalty. "Fight, whoever wins gets to suck my dick 10 times." I commanded, pointing at Sarah and Susan. They hesitated for a moment, until they heard what the reward was.
Once they knew how rewarding the task was, with a nod from Esther, they lunged at each other, their nails scratching, their hair pulling, their bodies colliding in a flurry of violence.
They fought until Sarah was pinned to the ground, gasping for breath, Susan standing over her, a mixture of triumph and shame in her eyes, crawled on all fours as she got the reward.
We also used them as our personal canvases. I decided to decorate their bodies with temporary tattoos. I drew lewd images on their skin, while Esther watched, giggling with delight. The girls stood patiently, their faces blank, their bodies completely exposed to our whims.
They obeyed our every command, their desire to please overriding any lingering sense of shame or self-respect. They had become our playthings, our living dolls, existing solely for our pleasure.
"Lick my boots," I ordered, placing my leg ahead in front of the girls. The girls, without hesitation, crawled towards me on their knees, their tongues lapping at my shoes as all 5 of them brought their tongues out and cleaned my shoes properly.
"Beg for it," Esther commanded during one of our nightly sessions. The girls, their voices hoarse with desire, pleaded for our touch, their bodies writhing with anticipation.
Then, Esther had another idea. "A little… demonstration," she purred, a wicked glint in her eyes. She pointed to Karen. "Show us how a good little pet relieves herself." Karen's face flushed, but she didn't hesitate.
She walked to a designated spot, lifted her leg like a dog, and proceeded to urinate. The stream wasn't shy or hesitant; it was a full release.
The other girls watched, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal on their faces. It was a degrading act, a complete surrender of their dignity, but they knew it was what we wanted.
They were our pets, and they would do anything to please us. Karen finished, a look of shame and a strange sense of satisfaction on her face.
The other girls, their own bladders suddenly feeling full, shifted uncomfortably, their desires now intertwined with a strange mix of humiliation and longing.
One by one, as if a silent agreement had passed between them, the other girls followed suit, each lifting a leg and relieving themselves in turn, their bodies trembling with a mix of shame and a building, undeniable arousal.
And then, the main course. We filled the whole night with orgies, where the girls were forced to perform for our amusement.
They were made to kiss each other, touch each other, and satisfy our every desire, no matter how perverse. My dick was their reward, a symbol of their complete and utter submission.
As the night wore on, the girls' desperation grew. They had tasted the power, the pleasure, the complete surrender, and they craved more. They looked at Esther, her body marked with my sign, and their longing intensified.
"Mistress," Linda whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, "We want it too. We want the same mark as you have on your body."
The other girls echoed her plea, their eyes filled with a desperate longing. They wanted to be branded, to be claimed, to be completely mine.
I looked at Esther, a silent question passing between us. She nodded, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
"Kneel," I commanded.
The girls immediately dropped to their knees, their heads bowed in submission.
"Repeat after me," I said, my voice resonating with power.
"We wish to obey your every command," I began.
"We wish to obey your every command," the girls echoed, their voices trembling.
"Be your personal sluts," I continued.
"Be your personal sluts," they repeated.
"And do whatever you wish us to do," I finished.
"And do whatever you wish us to do," they whispered, their eyes fixed on mine.
"We will obey your every command without questioning," I said, my voice hardening, "no matter how degrading or questionable it is. I pledge my unyielding loyalty to you master."
"We will obey your every command without questioning," they chanted, their voices filled with a strange mix of fear and excitement, "No matter how degrading or questionable it is. We pledge our unyielding loyalty to you master for our whole life."
As they spoke the words, slave marks appeared on their pussies, glowing faintly. Their bodies trembled as the marks burned into their skin, a permanent reminder of their servitude.
The slave mark directly affected their minds, surging the feeling of total servitude towards me as they started considering me their god, quite literally.
The girls, now branded and bound, threw themselves into the orgy with renewed fervor. Their movements became more animalistic, their moans more desperate, their desire to please us more intense.
They were no longer just performing; they were consumed by their roles, driven by an insatiable hunger to satisfy our every whim.
The night was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their cries, their whimpers, their desperate pleas for more. They were broken, remade, and utterly mine. My personal slaves.
And just like that our one week long trip came to an end, we returned from Jeju Island. The trip had been quite fruitful, to say the least well atleast for me that is.
As we gathered our belongings, the girls lingered, their eyes filled with a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension.
"Where are you going?" Linda asked, her voice small.
"Home, of course," Sarah replied, looking at Linda then at me.
"But… I don't want to go," Karen said, her voice trembling slightly. "Going back… it's like going back to nothing. Just existing in a boring dull house with an even more boring husband."
Diane nodded in agreement. "We… we belong with you," she whispered. "Here… with you and Mistress… we have a purpose."
Susan nodded, speaking for the group. "We're your slaves," she said, her voice firm. "We belong at your house.
We're needed here with you and mistress, with our purpose being making your life better."
Linda, her eyes downcast, added, "My husband… he doesn't see me. Not really. I'm just… there. But here… with you… I feel… useful."
Sarah's voice was barely a whisper. "I feel… worthless at home. Just another… wife who does everything for her family and still has no worth at all.
But here… I have worth. I serve you. I am pleased. I'm… valuable and I feel I have some worth, worth serving you."
Karen's voice rose with a hint of anger. "They don't treat us well. We're like… slaves anyway, where we just aren't named as slaves but we are made to do everything slaves are made to do including getting scolded for doing our best.
But here… even as your slaves… we're treated better. We're… appreciated, cared for, rewarded.
And not just that, sex with my husband is always bland, he never cared about my orgasm, once he finishes he goes to sleep not even asking if I am satisfied or not, but with you, we can more times then you did, we explored new pleasures with you, something we never did with our husbands"
Diane nodded fiercely. "We're not just… things to be used. We're… people. We matter."
Susan's gaze was steady. "We have a place here with you. A purpose. We're not just… existing and we aren't going back to that miserable dull life, we are coming with you to your house, if you want we will stay outside your house like dogs but we are coming with you to your house."
I looked at Esther, a silent question in my eyes. She simply shrugged, a knowing smile on her lips.
"Alright then," I said, my voice calm and even. "Let's go home."
And so, instead of returning to their husbands, their families, their own homes, the five girls followed me to my house. They didn't even consider going back to their previous lives.
They were mine now. Their purpose was clear: to serve me, to please me, to fulfill my every desire. They were my slaves, and my house was their new home.
Their transformation was complete, they were completely trained slaves of mine who have full devotion towards me.
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