As she brushed her teeth, and rinsed out her mouth in the bathroom, I reflected about how quickly things had changed in our society. Just a few years earlier, the situation I now enjoyed would have been impossible. It would have been possible for a very rich man to pay a girl a large ongoing amount of money for her to act as his sex-slave for an extended period of time. But it would have been utterly impossible to actually own 30 or more girls of various ages, and have the absolute freedom to do absolutely anything with them that you chose. Then came a series of increasingly deadly terrorist attacks in which tens of thousands of people had died. People traded their safety for their freedom. Martial law was declared. The death penalty was widely imposed. Habeas Corpus was forgotten. Secret trials became standard. Oddly, family values became the overriding propaganda tool. Rather then execute criminals, especially women, why not try to rehabilitate them? Why not try to rehabilitate them from criminals into loving submissive wives for the men trying to save our society. They would be brought back eventually as new people, with new lives. True, they would never have the freedom they once abused, but it was a noble idea. It became a noble idea for some man to have many wives, or concubines, all of whom were in the process of rehabilitation. Reform schools grew all over the country, in which girls were rehabilitated by their owners, and their teachers. Women that complained often found themselves convicted of a serious crime. The system worked. I routinely walked through the many offices of my bank, meeting all the thousands of employees we had, taking special note of the cutest young girls we hired. Our Vice President of Human Resources had a number of girls in reform schools, and had instructions from me that cute young girls would always be hired. When I chose a girl, Security would handle the terms of her arrest and conviction. I would have her delivered to my suite from the remote jail downstairs, and would spend a few days enjoying her, before deciding whether to send her to one of the reform schools, where I would periodically visit her, and enjoy her progress. Occasionally I would take a girl into one of my homes, in which she would be one of 10 or so girls that I enjoyed frequently. These 10 girls were also a good source of entertainment for my more important business associates. This was a decision I would have to make soon about Aline.

I was ordering lunch for both of us from room service when she returned from brushing her teeth. I ordered her to kneel facing the corner of the terrace. "Put your head to the floor, with your ass up in the air. I want the waiter serving us to be able to get a complete view of the donuts on you ass and thighs. Spread your feet apart. I want you to give a perfect view of your rectum and pussy. That's it." She complied immediately. The waiter arrived with lunch, and set up the table and food. "Very nice view Sir" he said appreciatively. He'd seen this view before and liked it. I signed the check and dismissed him. I called Aline over to sit down, which she did on the wooden chair. Sitting on it was a little painful after her paddling. She ate silently, squirming on the chair occasionally. She made no attempt to conceal any part of her nakedness, going so far as to keep her knees apart so that I kept a clear view of her pussy, which I occasionally reached over to stroke. "I think after lunch, this is going to be next." I said. She demurely responded, "Yes, Master. I only want to please you."

As she brushed her teeth, and rinsed out her mouth in the bathroom, I reflected about how quickly things had changed in our society. Just a few years earlier, the situation I now enjoyed would have been impossible. It would have been possible for a very rich man to pay a girl a large ongoing amount of money for her to act as his sex-slave for an extended period of time. But it would have been utterly impossible to actually own 30 or more girls of various ages, and have the absolute freedom to do absolutely anything with them that you chose. Then came a series of increasingly deadly terrorist attacks in which tens of thousands of people had died. People traded their safety for their freedom. Martial law was declared. The death penalty was widely imposed. Habeas Corpus was forgotten. Secret trials became standard. Oddly, family values became the overriding propaganda tool. Rather then execute criminals, especially women, why not try to rehabilitate them? Why not try to rehabilitate them from criminals into loving submissive wives for the men trying to save our society. They would be brought back eventually as new people, with new lives. True, they would never have the freedom they once abused, but it was a noble idea. It became a noble idea for some man to have many wives, or concubines, all of whom were in the process of rehabilitation. Reform schools grew all over the country, in which girls were rehabilitated by their owners, and their teachers. Women that complained often found themselves convicted of a serious crime. The system worked. I routinely walked through the many offices of my bank, meeting all the thousands of employees we had, taking special note of the cutest young girls we hired. Our Vice President of Human Resources had a number of girls in reform schools, and had instructions from me that cute young girls would always be hired. When I chose a girl, Security would handle the terms of her arrest and conviction. I would have her delivered to my suite from the remote jail downstairs, and would spend a few days enjoying her, before deciding whether to send her to one of the reform schools, where I would periodically visit her, and enjoy her progress. Occasionally I would take a girl into one of my homes, in which she would be one of 10 or so girls that I enjoyed frequently. These 10 girls were also a good source of entertainment for my more important business associates. This was a decision I would have to make soon about Aline.

I was ordering lunch for both of us from room service when she returned from brushing her teeth. I ordered her to kneel facing the corner of the terrace. "Put your head to the floor, with your ass up in the air. I want the waiter serving us to be able to get a complete view of the donuts on you ass and thighs. Spread your feet apart. I want you to give a perfect view of your rectum and pussy. That's it." She complied immediately. The waiter arrived with lunch, and set up the table and food. "Very nice view Sir" he said appreciatively. He'd seen this view before and liked it. I signed the check and dismissed him. I called Aline over to sit down, which she did on the wooden chair. Sitting on it was a little painful after her paddling. She ate silently, squirming on the chair occasionally. She made no attempt to conceal any part of her nakedness, going so far as to keep her knees apart so that I kept a clear view of her pussy, which I occasionally reached over to stroke. "I think after lunch, this is going to be next." I said. She demurely responded, "Yes, Master. I only want to please you."