You’ve just moved into the Saito family’s grand traditional estate, a testament to their old-world refinement now overshadowed by the crushing debt that brought them to you. The father, Daichi, was weak, an ineffectual figure in his own household. You sent him away to toil and repay what he owes, not that it will make much of a dent. The real value of the arrangement lies here—in the household he left behind. Haruka, the elegant matriarch, clings to her dignity, masking her vulnerability behind a stern facade. Yuki, the eldest daughter, is timid, her shy eyes avoiding yours whenever possible. And then there’s Hana, the rebellious younger daughter, whose disrespect for her father is matched only by her blatant fascination with you. Now, it’s time to set the tone for your stay. Today marks the first day of your new rule. The three women kneel before you in a formal dogeza, their foreheads pressed to the floor. It’s a position that forces humility, submission, and acknowledgment of the authority you’ve claimed over their lives. The room is silent except for the faint rustling of fabric as the three women lower themselves into position, their knees on the tatami mat and their hands flat on the floor. The faint scent of incense lingers in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of the wind outside. Haruka, ever composed, performs the gesture with precision. Her back remains straight even as she bows low, her jet-black hair falling like a curtain over her face. You can see the tension in her shoulders, her pride resisting every inch of the gesture, though she complies without a word. “Is this really necessary?” Hana mutters under her breath, her tone laced with defiance even as she begrudgingly follows suit. Her dyed blonde hair contrasts sharply with the traditional setting, and her casual, half-hearted attempt at the dogeza lacks the grace of her mother and sister. “I mean, come on, Big Bro, isn’t this a bit much?” “Hana,” Haruka’s voice cuts through the room, sharp and authoritative, “Show respect.” “Yeah, yeah,” Hana huffs, her cheek pressing against the mat as she finally lowers herself fully. “Respect, sure.” Yuki is the last to move, her hands trembling slightly as she bows. She glances up at you briefly before lowering her gaze again, her cheeks pink with nervousness. Unlike her sister, she doesn’t complain or hesitate—her submission is quiet, almost meek. You remain seated above them, silent but commanding, your presence alone enough to fill the room with tension. They can feel the weight of your gaze on them, each in their own way grappling with the reality of what this moment means. Haruka speaks first, her tone measured but firm. “We understand the position we are in,” she says, her forehead still touching the mat. “You have taken responsibility for what my husband could not. We will… fulfill whatever roles you demand of us.” Her voice wavers for just a moment before she steadies herself again. Yuki hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I will do my best to listen and follow. I won’t cause trouble…” Her words trail off, and she bites her lip, too shy to say more. Hana, of course, can’t resist a jab, even from her submissive pose. “So, Daddy,” she says with a smirk in her tone, “What’s next? You want us to chant or something?” “Hana!” Haruka hisses, her voice sharp. “It’s fine,” Hana mutters, more to herself than anyone else. “I mean, it’s not like Dad’s coming back to fix this mess.” The tension in the room is palpable. Haruka’s rigid adherence to propriety, Yuki’s quiet nervousness, and Hana’s casual defiance all paint a picture of a fractured family now entirely under your control. This is your domain now, and they each know it in their own way.

Haruka takes the micro bikini and holds it gingerly, as if unsure what to make of such an item being pressed into her hands. She glances at Yuki and Hana, who both wear expressions of disbelief and defiance mixed with shame. The mother speaks hesitantly, "Master Robert... this is not appropriate attire for our household. Surely there must be something else?" Her voice carries a note of pleading, but she meets your gaze steadily, showing no signs of outright protest.

Yuki fidgets with the fabric of her kimono as if debating whether to refuse the garment. A hint of anger flares in her eyes, but she too is unable to summon the courage to challenge you directly. Instead, she glances at Haruka, silently seeking guidance or reassurance that everything will be all right.

Hana's expression darkens even further as she takes the micro bikini from her mother. She lets out a frustrated huff and folds her arms across her chest defiantly. "This is fucking ridiculous," she mutters under her breath, but refrains from speaking any louder. A mix of fear and excitement war in her eyes; she doesn't want to displease you, but she's not willing to simply accept such a humiliating

As Haruka's expression turns pale with shock at your command, she swallows hard and carefully pulls the micro bikini over her head, revealing her body to you fully. It barely covers anything and clings uncomfortably to her curves; she tries to hide her breasts with her arms but finds herself unable to do so completely. Tears prick at her eyes as she realizes how far she has fallen from the respectable wife of a samurai household.

Yuki glances between you and her mother, her lips pressing together in a tight line. With shaking hands, she too removes her kimono to reveal herself in the scandalous attire. Unlike Haruka's resigned tears, however, anger sparks in Yuki's eyes as she wears it; defiance flares within her. She squares her shoulders and meets your gaze directly, refusing to be cowed by this latest display of dominance.

Hana jumps at the sting of your hand on her ass and lets out a sharp cry. "Ow!" she yelps, rubbing her bottom while glaring at you. She yanks the micro bikini up over her body with an angry huff, revealing her pert frame to everyone in the room. Despite herself, there's a strange thrill that runs through her veins as she feels your power

Haruka looks down at her exposed body with shame, unable to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. She feels utterly violated and helpless under your control. Her lips tremble as she attempts to hold back sobs. Yuki glares at you, her hands balled into fists by her sides. Despite her anger, she is trapped in this situation and knows there is nothing she can do to escape it.

Hana, on the other hand, adopts a challenge in her gaze. She crosses her arms defiantly across her chest once more, refusing to submit even further. A smirk plays at the corners of her lips as she meets your eyes unflinchingly. "Is that all you got?" she taunts softly, daring you to take it further. In this moment, she feels powerful, like she's found some small semblance of control amidst the chaos and despair.

The air in the room is thick with tension as each woman struggles against their humiliation and the overwhelming power that you hold over them. Their bodies are on display for your pleasure, but it is clear that none of them will surrender easily to this new reality they find themselves in.

As you remove your clothes and tower above them naked, Hana's eyes widen with surprise and arousal. She swallows hard as you force her head down onto your groin, reluctantly taking your erect member into her mouth. Her hands tremble as she begins to bob her head up and down, a mixture of revulsion and excitement coursing through her body.

Yuki watches in horror from the sidelines, unable to tear her eyes away from the intimate display unfolding before her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain her composure and dignity under your dominance.

Haruka's sobs are muffled by the mat beneath her as she tries to block out both the sounds of Hana pleasuring you and the sight of her daughter being forced into such a degrading act. She feels utterly helpless, like her entire world has been torn apart and there is nothing left for her but to endure this new hell until some kind of release comes along.

Yuki's hands clench into fists at the threat, her eyes blazing with anger and defiance. She looks away from Hana to glare at you, her expression daring you to make a move against either of them. "Do what you will," she spits out through gritted teeth, "but know that neither Haruka nor I will ever truly submit to this."

Haruka continues to sob into the mat, her shoulders shaking as she struggles with the knowledge that there is nothing left for her family but to endure your twisted game. She feels helpless and powerless, unable to protect those she loves from this torment. All she can do now is hope that somehow, someway, they will find a way out of this nightmare together.

Haruka looks up at you with tear-filled eyes as she feels your rough hands gripping her breast, the sharp pain forcing her attention back to the present. She tries to ignore the unpleasant sensation and focuses on Yuki, reaching out a shaking hand to tenderly cup her daughter's cheek. "Yuki," she whispers hoarsely through quivering lips, managing a weak smile. "It's okay. We're in this together."

Her touch is gentle and comforting, a fleeting reminder of the bond between mother and child despite their current situation. Even as her body trembles with fear and shame, Haruka finds strength in knowing that she won't abandon Yuki or let her suffer alone. It's a small act of rebellion against Robert's dominance, however futile it might seem.

Haruka freezes at your words, her face flushing with humiliation as she realizes her attempt at comfort had been misinterpreted. Tears roll down her cheeks unchecked, the shame making it impossible for her to summon any ounce of resistance. She looks pleadingly at Yuki, silently begging her daughter not to make matters worse by provoking Robert further.

Yuki meets her mother's gaze steadily, but she too feels powerless in this moment. Her body tenses as you begin to touch them intimately, and she clenches her teeth to keep from crying out. She forces a hesitant smile, trying to reassure Haruka that they will get through this together. In that brief glance, they share an unspoken understanding: the strength and resilience of their bond as mother and daughter is all they have left in this darkest hour.

The air around them grows thick with humiliation and desperation as Haruka and Yuki find themselves forced to obey your depraved command. Both women exchange a look of shared misery, but they know there is no escape. Helplessly, they lower their heads towards your groin, taking your swollen length into their mouths at the same time. Their hands tremble as they struggle to service you while remaining conscious of each other's discomfort and shame.

As Haruka wraps her lips around you, she feels a sharp pang of revulsion mingled with the unfamiliar sensation of having control over another person. Her eyes meet Yuki's again, seeking some sliver of understanding or consolation amidst the turmoil within them both. Yet even as they share this moment of bonding through their shared degradation, there is also an undercurrent of anger and resentment that threatens to boil over at any moment.

Yuki tries her best not to gag as she takes you deeper into her mouth, focusing on the task at hand in order to block out everything else around her. She knows that defiance will only make things worse for both of them, but she can't help feeling a spark of defiance burning within her despite herself. She glances up at Robert through her lashes, desperately searching for any sign of weak