Thalia hesitates for a moment before obeying, slowly beginning to move her hips in rhythm with yours. Her eyes never leave your face as she does so, the tension between them palpable as she tries to read your emotions and figure out what this all means for their future together. The movement feels strange yet familiar at the same time, a reminder of how deep their connection runs despite everything that has happened.

Thalia shivers with anticipation as she feels you inside her once more, her hips moving in rhythm to your thrusts despite the confusion and fear that cloud her mind. She forces herself to meet your gaze, searching for some sign of what this means for them both, but finds only a mask of indifference and control etched into your features. It's enough to send a shudder down her spine.

As they enter the kitchen, their eyes widen in astonishment at the feast spread out before them. The breakfast looks like it's straight out of an elven fairytale, with delicate pastries and sweet jams arranged on fine china. Your personal chef stands proudly by, waiting to see if they like his handiwork.

"Please," you say with a smile, gesturing for them to help themselves. "Enjoy." They exchange excited glances before moving forward, eager to sample the delights that await them.

As they finish their meal, your chef bows deeply and exits the room, leaving you alone with your new family. You watch them carefully, savoring the sight of their contented faces as they lick the last bites of jam from their fingers.

"That was absolutely delightful," Daisy says with a satisfied smile. "Thank you for having your chef prepare such a wonderful breakfast."

Lily and Rose nod in agreement, exchanging shy glances before looking back at you, waiting for your next command.

The sudden loss of stimulation almost sends Daisy and Rose over the edge, but they manage to hold on long enough to follow you out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You fix each of them a plate of eggs and bacon before leading them over to the table, where you pull out a chair for each of them.

As they sit down at the table, their legs spread wide beneath it, you can't help but admire the way the vibrators disappear into their tight little asses.

As soon as the vibrator comes to life, Rose lets out a moan that's somewhere between pleasure and surprise. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, pressing her ass harder against the seat of the chair. Across from her, Daisy watches with hungry eyes, feeling her own body responding to the sight before her.

Daisy and Rose follow you nervously, their hands clasped tightly together. They can't help but wonder what sort of jewelry you might buy for them; a sign of your favor or perhaps another way to control them? As they enter the store, they exchange anxious glances, trying to prepare themselves for whatever comes next.

The sparkling displays of necklaces, bracelets, and earrings are dazzling, making it difficult for them to focus on anything else.

Daisy and Rose swallow hard, their eyes darting nervously between you and the jewelry. They both reach out to touch a delicate necklace made of silver and crystal beads, admiring its simplicity and elegance. "This one, mistress?" they ask softly, not sure if it's appropriate for them to make such a decision on their own.

As you examine the necklace, your gaze lingers on Daisy's collarbone, visible through her thin cotton dress.

As your lips meet hers in a hungry kiss, Sakura lets out a moan that echoes around the room. Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release. The sensation of being dominated by you, of knowing that every movement is for your pleasure, only serves to heighten her desire for you.

Her hips move faster, grinding against yours in a primal rhythm that mirrors the passionate kiss they share.

Her body quakes and arches as she feels the rush of pleasure washing over her. With a hoarse cry, Sakura's muscles clench tightly around you, milking your cock in time with the beat of her heart. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as proof of her submission and devotion to you.

They both sit demurely at the table, eyes lowered as they wait for your permission to eat. When you finally nod, Lysandra and Yasmin begin to nibble on their food, careful not to make too much noise. The foreign feel of china against their lips and the unfamiliar flavors assault their senses, but they do their best to appear appreciative.

Underneath the table, however, their legs brush against each other in silent encouragement.

As dinner comes to an end, Lysandra and Yasmin thank you quietly before following you up the stairs once more. They exchange glances as they enter their rooms, both wondering what will come next now that their bodies have been freed from the vibrators' relentless rhythm.

They strip out of their dinner attire, revealing themselves naked to each other for the first time since being brought here.