Emily tapped the four digit security code onto the pad outside the door to the large condo. The three high-toned beeps announced her entrance home. Smells wafted from the kitchen. Her routine carried her into the office.
She took a seat in Master’s leather chair and emptied her briefcase. Emily rolled her fingertip around the flat pad that brought the computer to life. While waiting for the colorful welcome to pop up, she finger-combed the french twist out of her hair.
Emily went through the mail placed at the edge of the desk, awaiting her attention. Bills were paid with a few clicks of the keys. Invitations, financial forms, important emails, and other documents that needed her Master’s consideration were set aside for him to attend to
Emily refilled her briefcase and left it tucked behind the door. She left the office and went to check on the rest of the house. The girls under Emily’s charge did not belong to her. It was her responsibility to present them to her Master at their best. It was a task that she took very seriously.
Emily’s wardrobe was made up of expensive dress suits that hid racy unmentionables. The clicking of her heels announced her presence. She was structured. They met at his law office. She was his first.
Emily walked into the kitchen, the crisp, modern white that occupied the entire house was hidden by all of the ingredients that Kimberly used to prepare dinner. At 8:00pm the family sat down to eat. Emily’s watch read 7:15pm. It was her job to keep the family clock running. Master would be home by 7:45pm, and he expected everything routinely in place.
“Kimberly, I know you need time to cook dinner, but must you have all of our stomach’s growling until we scarf down our meals like animals?” Emily teased her, and speared a piece of fruit with a toothpick from the nibbling tray. This brought a veiled smile to Kimberly’s face as she worked on the finishing touches. Kimberly handled all of the cooking. Three meals a day and healthy snacks.
At some point during the years since the girls were together, they’d jokingly razzed Kimberly about “taste testing.” She set out a “nibbling tray” before cooking. Slices of fruit, cheese, or crackers appeared and she no longer had to “shoo” them away from her dinner preparations.
Kimberly studied culinary arts in college. The household was lucky to have her. Kimberly’s light brown hair was always held back in a tight bun while she was in the kitchen. She ran the space with amazing ability. She could slow down or propel forward the time of a meal at Emily’s behest. She had an innocent smile.
Emily made her way to the back of the house and poked her head into the laundry room. It was spotless. Only the soft sound of the tumbling dryer gave any life to the room. She shut the door to leave and noticed Cammy coming down the hallway with an empty dry cleaners bag in hand and a warm smile on her face.
“Hello, Miss. How was your day?” Cammy was soft-hearted and soft-spoken.
She was tall, too. Her hair was strawberry blonde and very curly. Cammy joined the family as a service submissive. She kept the home clean, washed clothes, and ran errands when Emily needed her to. Cammy and Kimberly made weekly trips to the store for mealtime and household items as well.
Emily returned the smile. “My day was busy. I’m sure yours was too. The house looks great.”
“Yes Ma’am. I just put away the dry cleaning and I’m trying to control my stomach from growling.” Cammy smiled and tipped her head down the hallway towards the direction of the kitchen.
Emily smirked, “you and me both.” Master’s arrival home was announced with an excited, shrill scream of “Daddy’s Home!”
Emily’s eyes went wide at the screech. “Christ, she’s got to contain that.”
“She’s been pent-up all day. Good luck, Ma’am.”
They both laughed and went in opposite directions. Cammy headed to the front of the house to greet their Master and Emily to make a quick check on the back rooms to make sure everything was in order. Emily found his room perfect. Cammy had his clothes out for the next day. They were placed carefully on his suit rack.
Finding all the boxes checked off her list, Emily headed towards the front of the house to greet him. Their Master went to them individually, with a kiss and kind words. Further information about their days would be shared during dinner and more discreet time, later in the evening.
Master took hold of Emily’s chin and kissed her hard on the lips. He whispered something in her ear and handed her his briefcase. She laughed and made her way to his office to set it aside his chair.
Pretty was the petite, babygirl of the bunch. She had long black hair that fell in curls unless Cammy wrangled her into sitting still long enough to braid them into pigtails. She usually traded a reality T.V. Show for the process, but Master didn’t like doing that too often, as he had to listen to the retelling of the absurdities of the show.
Pretty wore only panties and sometimes knee socks. She was purchased at an auction. She had a single Master. With his passing, she was sent to a slave house. The house Pretty belonged to was never appropriately able to mold her into their idea of what a “little girl” should be. But Master wanted her.
Cammy served Master a drink while Pretty talked his head off. This gave Kimberly time to plate dinner. Cammy prepared each place setting. Kimberly helped Cammy with setting out the dishes for the family. Master, at the head of the table, to Pretty’s, on the floor, between Emily and Master.
Once the table was full, Master sat down to dinner… with all of his girls.
