031
JULIA
After Master's blow job in the morning, he told us to work on Lisa's life; getting it moved from her house to ours. Mail, bills, address changes, driver's license; they all had to be done. Anything she wanted to keep had to be moved to our house, then a real estate agent contacted to put her house on the market. Master said it would probably take several days of activities to get arrangements made for everything. He would take care of whatever he had to do to integrate Lisa into ours, adding her to our life insurance, medical insurance, dental. He would look at adding the bondage furniture business to his, or incorporating a new business and making us employees, though he was leaning to a new business because of the business model, as he wanted it to support us as slaves.
After our exercise routine of yoga and swimming, we set up appointments with three real estate agents we'd speak to tomorrow, then we started going through her house and collecting everything she wanted to keep from her old life as a non-slave. Some clothes, photos, knick knacks, jewelry, a few furniture pieces which would go well in our home, some of her favorite music and DVD's; the list was small. There was surprisingly little she felt the need to keep. Naked slaves didn't need much in the way of clothes. A lot of the photos were of her marriage without children, so she kept only photos from her childhood or other people she cared about. We made piles of things to move, things to throw away or donate, things to sell. It was a surprisingly small pile of things to keep.
"My old life doesn't hold much interest for me anymore," Lisa said. "Everything I want is directed toward my future with you and Master; children, a loving relationship, my sex slavery."
I hugged her. "I understand. My old life has fallen away and only the future beckons me now."
"Should I sell the furniture with the house or have a big garage sale?"
"I think ask the real estate agent first, but I'm inclined to go with garage sale, then donate, and sell the house empty. Most people want their own furniture anyway unless it's newlyweds."
"We have a lot of work to do, don't we?"
"Working together, it will get done."
Going home in time to make a salad for Lisa and Master to eat before they headed to Edward's for poker; eating light because of the snacks. Master fed me during supper, giving me my first orgasm of the day; one I desperately needed. Slave girls need to cum often or they get cranky.
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