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The day after Annie and I had experimented with the first to devices I had made, Annie had woken me with a blowjob and decided that the farm was our new home. We had gone downstairs giggling like teenagers, my cum still dripping from her snatch. She had decided her new job would be researching new toy ideas for me to make. Spending her days looking at sex toys had her pouncing me at almost every opportunity.
In the city, we had both been very dominant and had fun fighting for control in the bedroom. The addition of these bondage devices had her like putty in my hand. She would happily suck my cock or take it up the ass if it meant she could test out the latest corrections to the cage or even get a toy out of the toy box I had locked after finding her passed out on our bed having got sidetracked from research. The dildo in her ass and vibrator still on and buried in her pussy making it rather obvious what had happened.
She had also noticed the price of the different toys I was replicating. Somewhere worth thousands yet I could make a couple a day. After a few weeks, we agreed to turn a dilapidated barn on the far side of the farm into a new workshop. Within weeks, we went from three employees to eight as we struggled to keep up with orders. Word quickly spread that our products weren't just good quality, but also thought through. We didn't advertise that we had tested every single product to the nth degree, but the comments often alluded to it.
I had felt my relationship with Annie shifting more and more as time went on. The lively, smart and sometimes bratty woman has become obedient, docile and solely motivated by sex. On my birthday, she had surprised me with a threesome. Apparently, she had met a local waitress, Ella in a club in one of the "nearby" towns and hit it off. The woman still lived with her parents, and fed up that the only men she met, she'd known since childhood. Without the confidence to leave, she'd essentially become as celibate as a nun.
Although a larger woman than those I have been with before, her head-sized tits had been great fun to play with. From celibacy to fucking with two nymphs running a sex toy store, the poor woman didn't really have a chance. Her initial nervousness around being nude in front of two almost strangers was washed away with her first orgasm. By her third she was barely able to make full sentences, and after the fifth she we had to put her to bed as it felt like any more would be taking advantage despite her exhausted pleas for more.
Ella had knocked on our door a few weeks later, bright red and teary eyed. She hadn't been able to forget about that night and wanted to become our pet. Before I could formulate a reply, Annie was hugging her and giggling, welcoming her into my harem. Finally noticing my serious look, Annie just winked at me and pressed on the woman's shoulders. Still in the doorway of our front door, the woman sank to her knees, fished out my cock and started playing with it.
Annie soon had her trapped between our bodies as she leaned over her and kissed me. Soon hard, Annie started fucking me with our new slave's mouth. Any thoughts of telling Annie off or turning away this woman were forgotten as I emptied my balls down my new slut's throat.
"Welcome to your new home." I smile down at her, stroking her blonde hair.
"Really?" Ella asked, looking up at me a string of drool still connecting her mouth to my cock.
"Really. Now clean it." Annie agrees with me, before returning her attention to my cock.
She obediently licked and sucked my cock clean before gently putting it away and zipping up my trousers.
"I left my parents a note saying I was leaving. Driving into the unknown to start a new life." The woman told us as we went inside and Annie put on the kettle whilst we sat at the dining table. "It's not a lie, but I think it should mean no one will come looking for me here."
"Being with us doesn't mean you can't go back and visit your family." I point out.
"I'm fed up of them treating me like a disappointing failure. And my step dad just leers at me like I'm just a sex object." She tells us, her tears returning.
I ignore the fact she did just blow my cock willingly and focus on learning more about her. We hadn't exactly chatted much on my birthday. I had expected her arrival to cause Annie to return to her more dominant ways. Instead, Ella's desperation to please me had rubbed off on Annie. Both of them started wearing leather collars around the house. We agreed that they would do chores and help with the company in return for points. Every product on our website would be thoroughly tested by each of them. Points have a cash and a reward conversion, meaning they can each earn the use of toys or purchase new ones.
Nervous that they might grow to compete against each other and start disliking one another, I let them play together with our entire toy box for an hour every Sunday. It's almost always the highlight of my week, watching the pair go down on one another, giggling, and fucking without a care in the world. Both of them have lost any sense of embarrassment and they fist one another only to stick their glistening fingers up their own or the other's noses.
Not only have their bodies get used to taking all the toys, but they also are able to compare the benefits and issues of each new product, providing better feedback. As it's my job to ensure each product is up to our standard, I make sure to regularly assess the checking processes myself. Stepping into to give my testers feedback or a helping hand whenever and however I deem necessary.
Soon I was employing electronics engineers and coders as my company steadily grew. We discovered Ella has a thing for latex and soon she was spending most of her rewards on spending a day completely clad in latex. Through one purchase, I met a woman called Clare who makes handmade latex and leather outfits. Her work was phenomenally beautiful yet she was struggling to make a living as she would take almost a month per item. I brought her on board and soon two of her friends joined as well making different fetish outfits. With my workshop's facilities, they could all make better products quicker.
Clare came over for lunch one day to chat about work and as she was nervous about the size of the company and if her and her friends would lose autonomy when it came to what their products were like. I confirmed that they wouldn't and our conversation shifted to how we each got into this line of work. She had been a professional dominatrix for a few years but after meeting her now ex-husband, she had decided to become monogamous.
She had already moved into the countryside and set up her little solo business before they had divorced and she decided against moving back to the city. She had a couple of online subs through the last few years but still wished to find a full-time sub. Much to my horror, Ella chose this point in the conversation to enter the room dressed in one of Clare's outfits. The happy and quickly embarrassed woman looked stunning. The inbuilt corset not only clinched her waist, but thrust up her ample tits. The pink between her legs gives away the inbuilt condom sleeve buried in her pussy, and from helping push it into her this morning, I know there is a similar one in her ass.
"Goodness me, don't you just look gorgeous!" Clare gasped as she sees the shiny slut enter.
"Ella, what are you doing?" I asked her, having told her and Annie I was having a visitor for lunch.
"Oh my. Sorry Sir." Ella mumbled, quickly fleeing from the room.
"Matt, she doesn't have to go. It's always nice to see my work in use."
"Ella!" I shouted over the patter of her bare feet running up the stairs. "You're right, your work is always lovely to see."
Clare laughed at my comment as Ella came back into the room, face down and hands drooping by her sides.
"That's no way to show off a work of art. Head up, sway that ass and show off that beautiful outfit for its maker." I scold Ella, watching her face light up and then go even more crimson as she realised I wasn't calling her a work of art.
As someone who loves spanking and manages to get off on not getting off, the only form of punishment I've found to work on Ella is humiliation. Even this is tough though, too much and she cries, and too little and she doesn't even spot it as being a punishment.
"May I?" Clare asked me, still admiring Ella as she pretends that she's on a cat walk going back and forth across the kitchen.
"Sure." I smiled, also admiring my beautiful sub.
"Come here girl." Clare ordered firmly.
Ella tiptoes over to us, her face still red but an excited smile now plastered on her lips.
"Thank you for making this beautiful outfit, Mam." Ella grinned as she put her arms behind her back and thrusts her hips and chest out.
"You're welcome, it looks lovely on you." Clare said, her fingers running over the seams of the corset.
I watched as the woman admired her own work, wondering what was going through her mind. If she was at all interested in the soft flesh beneath it.
"How well trained is she? I noticed she doesn't walk correctly." Clare asked, turning to me after patting Ella's hip.
"She is obedient. I don't focus much on specific training. For me it's about having fun and pleasure. I have no interest in spending an hour getting them to stand or walk in a certain way if I could spend that time using them in more enjoyable ways." I stated.
Despite working with this woman and others on sex toys and outfits, it seemed wrong discussing them actually being used or other intimate information about our lives.
"Them, you have multiple untrained pets?" Clare asked, eyebrow raised.
"Two subs. Yes." I admitted, mentally hitting myself for letting that slip.
"What if you let me spend an hour or two training either one of them. I'd do it for free?" Her excitement at the possibility was more than evident.
"And what would you want in return?" I asked, nervous of her plans.
