This would have to wait until they brought the new slaves to their main compound, as his crew hadn’t brought any equipment other than the essentials for the job, but there was plenty of fetish clothing in his own collection that he knew she would look delightful in. Just imagining that nubile brunette bound, gagged and serving him coffee while dressed as a slutty nurse or cleaning his boots in a bunny costume was enough to get him stirring again. He also considered the cat ears she was already wearing; perhaps they would go well with a latex bodysuit of some kind or even work with the basic maid outfit, even if it was a bit clichéd.The running water from the kitchen sink could be heard faintly in the bedroom, which led Master to wonder what else might be audible. He had never checked to see what the range on that remote was, either, but realized that clicking the ‘on’ button would answer both questions. Judging by the volume of her groaning that echoed down the hall once he pressed it, the range was considerable. Megan tried to focus on washing the dishes with a sponge, but with the tiny motor reverberating against her, that was like trying to study while music blared in your ears. It was also difficult to stand, given that her legs shook considerably whenever she was stimulated this intensely. Her increased heartbeat was expected, yet made unpleasant by the collar that restricted her throat and the ball gag that forced her to exhale mostly out of her nose. Eventually she gave into the sensation, as she did before, figuring she might as well find some sort of pleasure wherever she could if her captors were so intent on depriving her of it. She gripped the side of the counter and straddled one the bottom cupboard’s metallic knobs, rubbing her leather-veiled crotch up and down. It was a gratifying 30 seconds until the vibrator stopped right as she was on the cusp of release, turning her moans into cries of frustration. “All part of the plan.” Master chuckled to himself. He took a considerable risk by having these sessions when he couldn’t watch and monitor her, but was confident that a time length of two minutes or less was safe. Everything was hand-washed and placed on the blowjob drying rack by noon, at which point Megan realized something. He hadn’t ordered her to come back by a certain time and was probably too occupied with his tablet to notice the sink being turned off. Plus, all his ‘associates’ were hanging out in a different side of the house, possibly leaving the front entrance unguarded. If there was going to be a time to check for an opportunity to escape, this was it. She walked as quietly as possible through the kitchen and dining room, past the bathroom and to the steps of the foyer. Peeking carefully around the wall, she saw there was no one else in sight, nor could should hear any other footsteps or voices. Her restraints wouldn’t allow cumshot her to run or scream effectively, but she figured it was little more than 100 yards to the public road where she could wave somebody down for help, and that wouldn’t take too long to walk. She was just about to sneak over to the front door when a different one slammed behind her. “Hey, shithead.” Katelyn snapped. Megan gasped and turned around, then froze upon seeing who it was. “Where do you Hardcore think you’re going?” The domineering redhead walked over in long, angry strides and seized her, gripping her lower jaw and forearm. “Mmmm…uuhhhhhh.” She garbled and pointed toward the bathroom, hoping asian Katelyn would believe she had simply gotten lost trying to find it. “Yeah, okay. Why don’t we go tell Master that?” She took the chain hanging between her breasts and dragged her back to the bedroom, making sure to pull on the slave’s neck whenever she fell behind, and continued “He spoils you, that’s for sure. No fucking japanese way would Gabby or your little boyfriend dare try and escape, not after the night we gave them.” Megan furrowed her eyebrows and growled a few unintelligible curses. It was odd, however, to discover that even the man’s peers called him ‘master’; she had expected them to call him by his actual name or at least have a separate nickname. “Just wait til I get five minutes alone with you, bitch. When he finally shrunk enough th come out I couldn't blowjob believe how fucking big he was.. The fabric of her jeans was the only thing that was between his tongue and her pussy. Would that be okay?” He didn’t choke on his cumshot words but he did stammer on them. “And japanese you remember Miss Johnson. If he was just that much more unambiguously evil, Phil would Hardcore have considered him a true worthy opponent, and stopped at nothing to take him down. "I want you" she put my hand that she was holding on the bush, that was thick and looked like over due for a shave or a cut. Is that mature and responsible? I looked up and Dad had his eyes closed and he was sweating. Things were just too different now asian for things to ever be the same. The heat was cranked up in her place.