'Now, get your slut ass upstairs and get Eve to treat those welts. Get in bed and I will be there shortly. I have business to attend to. GO!"

Watching you hurry up the stairs with Eve in tow, Stephen waited until you were safely out of sight and then went into the study and took his cell phone. Plugging it into a device that he took from the safe in the wall, he dialed a number and then waited.

"Tom?"

"scramble"

"Ok, is the job taken care of?"

"Good. Any problems?"

"The Taylor woman too? Ok, take care of it."

"Tom, when we get back to the estate, come see me. You have done well. I have a new assignment for you. Be prepared to move to the estate."

"You deserve it. We will talk more when I get back."

Hanging up the phone, he swore softly under his breath. That damnable Taylor woman. So she was really behind this. She got to Steve and used his jealousy and his pent up sexual desire to turn him. I should have taken care of that problem when it first rose. My mistake. Not one I will make again.

Tom will be a good addition. He has been with me a long time and has been trustworthy and faithful. He should fit in well in the household. Perhaps he and Eve will hit it off. That would be a good match and would solve a couple of problems. Fuck, now I am playing matchmaker.

Shaking his head, he turned and headed toward the stairs. Taking them two at a time he walked hurredly toward the bedroom where he knew that Abby was waiting.

Entering the bedroom, he found Abby waiting in bed as instructed but with a surprise. She was on her knees in the bed. Her wrists were cuffed behind her and her ankles were cuffed and chained to the footboard of the bed, forcing her to spread her legs wide apart. Her ass was thrust high in the air, open, inviting and waiting. She looked at him, her head laying on the bed linen, and smiled.

"Hello Master. Your slut awaits you. Her cunt and ass are ready for you. Won't you please use her for your pleasure?"

With a broad grin, Stephen walked toward the bed, shedding clothes as he went.