Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 21:22:41 -0500 (EST)
From: captv8td1@hotmail.com
Subject: Princess Alana (F/f F+/f D/s slavery reluctant) CHAPTER 1-8

Princess Alana (F/f F+/f D/s slavery reluctant) by Captv8td
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Synopsis:  Alana Montcliff is a successful young architect who has just
bought a home that  she plans to remodel. Little does she know that, while she
is making plans for  the house, neighbors are making plans for  her.
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Princess  Alana Chapter 1: A New Home for Alana
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Alana hugged herself as  she sat up in bed. It was almost too good to be
true.  She had just spent  her first night in her new house!  She knew that it
needed some work, but  she knew that the old Victorian would someday shine
and would become the jewel  of the neighborhood. It had charm. Or, to be
more correct, it had the potential  for charm.  The twenty five year old
architect had been looking for almost  a year before she found the neglected house
in the fashionable historical  district. Because she had been so active and
insistent in her search, all of the  real estate agents knew her and knew
what she looking for. As a result, she was  given a showing and had bought
the house before it even had a chance to get  listed.  She laid back down and
stretched out on the bed. This let her  observed the cracked and peeling
ceiling, but she knew that all it needed was a  little tender loving care. That
and some vision were what the house needed and  she knew that she could
provide both.
Even at her young age, she had already  established herself in the
architecture firm where she worked. She was always  brought in to consult on the
most difficult renovation projects and had  established a long list of clients
who were loyal to her. It was rumored, within  the firm, that she was to be
named as a partner soon, which would make her the  youngest partner ever.
But that was not what was important to her. She  just loved to create. And
now, Alana had something of her own that would let her  unleash her
creativity. And it was the most exciting thing she could  imagine.  Eventually, she
slid out of bed and stood up. She had to walk  down the hall to the bathroom,
but that was only going to be a temporary  inconvenience until she created
her master suite. After using the toilet and  brushing her teeth, she turned
to inspect herself in the cracked full-length  mirror on the back of the
door. "Who would put a mirror there?" she wondered  critically, but it did not
stop her from conducting her inspection.
"Not  bad," she thought as she eyed her five foot, eight inch frame. Aside
from her  disheveled blonde hair, everything was perfect. Large bright blue
eyes, an  angular nose, a softly chiseled chin and full lips adorned her
beautiful face. A  long swan-like neck led down to her soft shoulders, which
supported her slender  but toned arms. Her chest had been a mixed blessing.
She looked at her firm 36C  breasts, admiring them and knowing that others
admired them too, but knew that  she had to keep them hidden with jackets and
other loose fitting clothing when  she was in a professional setting. She
ran a hand down her firm belly and then  ran her fingers through the little
downy tuft of blonde hair above her  sex.  Turning slightly to inspect her
bottom and finding it still firm and  pert, she concluded her inspection and
then showered, returning to her bedroom  to get dressed. She had today and
tomorrow to work at her job and then she had  arranged a full week off to spend
time fixing up her new home.  She buzzed  through her assignments that day
and even had time to help some colleagues solve  problems that seemed
insurmountable. She met with some clients, attended some  meetings and did some
paperwork. But at quitting time, she uncharacteristically  headed for the door
and bee-lined home.  She spent the evening making lists  of what she wanted
to accomplish during the upcoming week. After she had gotten  home, she
peeled off her clothes out of habit and prepared to shower. But then,  she
reasoned that she was likely to get all dirty again as she inspected the  house
so she just pulled a pair of panties up her legs. She figured that it was
her house and, if she wanted to walk around it in nothing but a pair of
panties,  that was her choice.  She started upstairs with a pad of paper and
started  listing chores room by room. When supplies or materials would be
needed, she  would jot those down in the margin. Anything that was to be done
during her week  off was circled. The uncircled items would be left for a future
date. Her main  objective for her vacation was to make the house livable
and presentable. Paint  and soap would be the primary ingredients. Renovation,
such as moving walls,  would wait for now.  Room after room made the list
grow longer. She would  pick up all of the things that she needed after work
on Friday. And then, on  Saturday, she would make a tour of the outside to
add to her current list before  organizing and prioritizing everything into a
plan that would guide her upcoming  week and the next few months.
Since her stereo was still packed, she had to  settle for her Walkman but
was still able to put on a little dance in several of  the rooms or as she
moved down a hallway. Thankfully, each of the downstairs  windows had heavy
blinds, which she made sure were closed. Apparently, the  previous owners
cherished their privacy.
She had just finished a little  pirouette at the end of the last song with
her arms outstretched, pad of paper  in one hand and pen in the other. When
she opened her eyes at the end of the  spin, she was confronted with the
figure of a woman standing in the doorway to  the room. She quickly ripped off
her headset and brought the pad of paper to her  chest to provide what
little modesty she had remaining.
"Aren't you a  beauty?" commented the woman.
"I... What... Who..." Alana stammered, too nervous  to even finish a sentence.
"I knew you were attractive when I saw you  moving in the other day," the
woman went on, "but I had no idea how much. As far  as your questions go, I'
m Grace, your next door neighbor. And I was bringing you  a welcoming gift."
 She held up a vase full of roses. "I knocked and then opened  the door and
called out for you.  When I didn't get a response, I thought I  should
check to see that you were all right. Can't be too careful, can we?"
"Oh god," muttered Alana. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone would see
me  or I would have had proper clothes on." She clutched the pad of paper
even  tighter to her chest but it really did not hide much. The full breasts
protruded  past the sides of the pad, providing an enticing view of the lush,
smooth  curves.  "Well, I just wanted to welcome you. And there's no need
for  apologies. If I had a body like yours, I'd be dancing around naked also.
" Alana  felt her cheeks blushing furiously from the embarrassment of her
predicament.  Finally, she realized that she had to do something to move
beyond this  humiliating situation.
"That was very kind of you, Grace. Won't you stay for  tea so we can chat
and get to know one another? Let me just run upstairs and  throw some
clothes on and I'll be right with you."
"Tea would be lovely,"  smiled Grace. "But no need for clothes." She took
Alana's hand and started  leading her toward the kitchen. "I've already
seen everything.  And  besides, it's just us girls. Unless you're ashamed of
your body, that is."
Alana opened her mouth to protest but then closed it as she steamed to
herself.  Ashamed of her body? Never! And if she could make a point by  keeping
a robe off of her shoulders, then now was the time to do it.  Alana  shook
her hand free and stepped in front of Graze to lead her back to the  kitchen
where she rummaged around until she found a teapot and put some water on
the stove to boil. Then she pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table
with  Grace.
"You're a spunky one, aren't you?" asked Grace.
"They don't come  much spunkier," smiled Alana coolly.  "I'll bet you
were a cheerleader in  college. You have that wholesome, girl-next-door air
about you combined with a  body that kills." "Actually," Alana replied, trying
to hold back her irritation,  "I was the captain of the field hockey and
basketball teams. The cheerleaders  used to dance around for me. And the boys
sure knew how to dance." "Oh," said  Grace as she raised her eyebrows,"
things have surely changed since my day."
Alana took the time to assess her neighbor for the first time. She had been
 rather preoccupied until now. Grace was a tall woman with attractive
features  and a well-preserved body. She appeared to be in her mid to late
thirties but  Alana could tell that age would be difficult to judge with this
woman. She was  like many of her architectural projects: ageless. She combined
elegance and  aristocratic manners with down-hominess and all of that made
her difficult to  figure out. But, after all, this was just a cup of tea with
a neighbor and Alana  finally decided to make no more of the situation than
that.  "I'm certainly  glad someone like you bought the old Holmes place.
It has needed some work for  years and I think you might be just the one to
brighten it up." "Thank you  Grace," replied Alana. "I'm excited by its
potential. It has such great lines.  Such depth. It just needs someone to
master its potential." Grace sighed as she  listened to the girl and nodded. "I
agree. Great lines.  Someone to master  it." She paused for a moment and
then asked, "will your husband be joining you  soon?"
Alana laughed. "No husband, Grace. This project is all mine." "Well
surely you have a boyfriend who will help you with the heavy work." Grace wanted
to figure out the connections that this girl had.  "No boyfriend," replied
 Alana. And then she caught herself before Grace could jump to the wrong
conclusions. "And no girlfriends. I'm strictly into men. But there are no
special ones at the moment."
"A pity for them," Grace said. "You are the  most beautiful creature I
have ever seen. I guess that your not having a  boyfriend speaks volumes about
the boys out there these days."
"Oh no,"  protested Alana in defense of the males of the universe. She
leaned forward to  make her point but then quickly backed off as her naked
breasts brushed across  the top of the table. She felt her blush returning. "
There are many wonderful  men out there. And I date many of them. But I am so
busy with my job that I  haven't had a chance to get serious with any of
them. And now, with the house, I  will have less time. So I guess you'll just
have to live with a single neighbor  for awhile."
Grace smiled. "I'll plan to do just that. How old are you,  Alana?"
"I'm twenty five," she responded.
"A perfect age. So much  potential," replied Grace.
"Are you married, Grace?" asked Alana. "I'm sorry  if I'm intruding."
Grace sighed. "Widowed. And no, you are not intruding. It's a  reasonable
question. Now, it's just my daughter and me."
"Oh, I'm sorry to  hear that," replied Alana, truly sorry for the woman
across the table from her.
"Don't be sorry, dear," reassured Grace. "It happened years ago. It was
difficult at first, but I have successfully put the pieces back together."
Alana  smiled. "Would you care for some more tea?" "Yes, please. That would
be  delightful." Alana arose and put the teapot back on the stove.
"Shoulders  back, girl," instructed Grace. "You are a walking masterpiece.
Always display  yourself properly."
"Yes, Ma'am," replied Alana without thinking as she  straightened herself
and pushed back her shoulders. And then she blushed as she  realized she had
called her new friend Ma'am and hoped that she had not offended  her
neighbor. Some people hated that title.
Grace caught the submissive tone  in the response and raised her hand to
hide the knowing smile that she knew must  be creeping across her face. Alana
busied herself with the fresh cups of tea and  then sat down across from
Grace.  "Can you tell me anything about the  history of the house?" asked
Alana eagerly.  "I can tell you about the last  owners, but there's not much to
tell. They were an older couple. He died about  five years ago and then the
house started to deteriorate. She died last year,  and it has been ignored
ever since. At least until this week. It has a whole new  energy now." Alana
smiled brightly, hearing Grace's words. "I just think that it  has so much
potential. And I can't wait to bring it back to life." "You're  already
bringing it back to life, girl," said Grace. "Seeing you dancing in that
dining room told me that this house will have many exciting days ahead."
Alana blushed again as she remembered herself being discovered in her
dance.
"Well hopefully nobody else finds anything in the house quite like you did."
  Alana found that she truly liked Grace. The woman had seemed odd at first
and  somewhat pushy. But after sharing two cups of tea with her, she was
growing fond  of her new neighbor.
"If that's how you really feel," responded Grace in a  sad tone, "then I'
ve done the world a great disservice. You looked magnificent.  You looked
free and natural and joyous as you moved through your house and  danced. I
want you to promise me something."
"Oh," replied Alana, somewhat  surprised. "What's that?"
"I want you to promise me that you'll always be  free and natural in your
home.
Well, you can't walk around naked when you  have guests over. I understand
that.  But I want you to promise me that  you'll always be naked when I come
over and find you alone. Can you do  that?"
Alana gulped. Was she hearing her neighbor correctly? It sounded too
strange.  But then she remembered how guilty Grace had said that she would  feel
if her earlier intrusion changed anything about Alana. She nodded slowly.  "
Yes, Ma'am, I suppose I can do that. But I can't work on the outside of the
 house that way."
Grace felt another thrill race through her body as she  elicited another Ma'
am from the girl but tried to hide her excitement.   "Good girl," Grace
went on. "And when I say naked, I mean naked. Why are you  wearing panties
anyways?"
"Dunno," replied a dumbfounded Alana. "I guess I  just never got that far
when I was undressing."
"Well, I think it's time to  lose them."
Alana nodded slowly and then she reached beneath the table to  remove her
panties. She wasn't sure why she felt that it was the right thing to  do, but
somehow she knew that she should be totally naked in this house.   "Stand
up and remove them," said Grace in a soft but definitely commanding  voice.
As if in a trance, Alana nodded and then stepped to the side of the table  to
be in full view of her new friend and reached down, drawing the panties to
her ankles. She stepped out of them and then stood nervously wondering if
there  was anything else she should do.
"Another cup of tea would be splendid,"  remarked Grace as her eyes took
in the sight of her new neighbor. The girl was  magnificent and Grace's mind
was churning as she tried to think of what to do  next. Other than the pink
thin line around the girl's hips where the waist band  had been pressing
against her flawless flesh, the girl was a perfect specimen.  Even her pubic
hair was a perfect example of perfect grooming with its light  blonde hair
having been trimmed to a little upside down teardrop.
Alana went  back to the sink to refill the teapot and set it back on the
stove as Grace  spoke again. "And I agree with you that you can't work
outside like that.   In fact, it would probably give Mr. Franklin across the
street a heart  attack.  He's not used to such beauty. I'll come over Saturday
morning and  help you pick out some things that could be appropriate for
outdoors work." "Yes  Ma'am," replied Alana as she refilled the cups. She
brought them back to the  table but, as she did, Grace pushed out the chair
beside herself in an obvious  invitation to the naked girl to sit there instead
of across the table from her  guest. Alana sat down in the proffered chair
and offered Grace her cup.
"Thank you, dear," smiled Grace. "You are such a gracious hostess." "This
is  going much too well," thought Grace. "Should I push for more or play
this catch  slowly?" She decided that a slow but determined approach was
better and said her  goodbyes after they had finished their third cup of tea.
Alana laid in  bed, sleepless, for much of the night. She tried to blame it
on all of the  caffeine in the tea, but every time she moved her legs, she
was aware of the  slickness of her sex. She was not familiar with the emotions
running through her  but knew that there was something very sexual about
it. Finally, she reached  between her legs and stroked her clit to orgasm,
allowing herself to finally  drift off to sleep.
Alana found it difficult to concentrate on Friday as  memories of the
previous evening kept returning. She finally gave up and left  the office in
early afternoon, starting her vacation a few hours prematurely.  She made
several stops on her way home, picking up supplies at the hardware  store and
paint store and then stopping at the grocery store to stock up for the  weekend.
At four o'clock, she pulled into her driveway and spend the next  fifteen
minutes unpacking her car and storing all of the items.
This time,  she did shower before getting to work, thinking that a nice
shower would refresh  her. After drying her body and hair, she stepped out of
the bathroom and walked  down the hall to her bedroom. Just then, she heard a
knock on the back door and  quickly ducked into her room to grab a robe.
As she scrambled down the  stairs, she heard the door open followed by Grace'
s voice. "Alana, are you here?  Are you okay?"
"Yes, Grace," called Alana. "I'm fine. I just got out of the  shower,"
she smiled as she emerged into the kitchen to find her neighbor  standing in
the doorway.  "Well that's good," commented Grace. "But you've  already
broken your promise." "Oh," said Alana as she realized what Grace was  talking
about. She slipped the robe off her shoulders and draped it over a  kitchen
chair to stand naked before her neighbor again. "Sorry."
"That's  okay, dear. Takes some getting used to, I'm sure. But you really
should work on  it. Something that beautiful should be celebrated and
displayed whenever  possible instead of hidden."
"Yes Ma'am," blushed Alana, more from the  compliment than her nudity this
time.  "I was just stopping by to see if  you had any plans for tomorrow
night," Grace went on. "I know you're planning on  working all day and I
figured you wouldn't want to be fiddling around with  dinner. So I hoped you
would come over to eat with us."
"That would be  lovely, Grace," replied Alana. "Thank you so much." "It
will be my pleasure,"  smiled Grace. "I suppose I could have asked you
tomorrow morning when I came  over. I did say that I would stop by Saturday
morning. But I figured I had to  get on your schedule early. I'm sure a pretty
young thing like you gets all  sorts of invitations." Alana blushed again. It
was true that she received many  invitations but she almost always turned
them down. She never seemed to have the  time. And she had not met many people
who she wanted to spend time with. "Well,  I'm wide open tomorrow night,
so I'm all yours. Thank you again." "Yes, you will  be all mine," thought
Grace.
"Well, I best be on my way so you can get to  work. Remember. No clothes."
With that, she turned to leave but then stopped  herself, turning back to
Alana.  "You don't want that pretty hair getting  all tangled up in cobwebs
and paint.  Let me tie it up for you," Grace  offered, but before Alana
could answer, Grace was standing behind the girl,  gathering her locks. The
long, lush blonde hair flowed freely down Alana's back  almost to the upper
swells of her bottom. This allowed Grace's fingers to dance  over the girl's
flesh giving her the first taste of what the delicious girl felt  like. Grace
was in heaven as her hands moved across Alana's neck and shoulders  under
the pretense of gathering her hair. She produced a tie from somewhere and,
quickly, Alana was wearing a ponytail that sprouted from the top rear of her
head and flowed down her back.  Grace stayed behind the girl longer than
was necessary as her fingers moved down the ponytail, catching little feels of
 the soft, warm, naked flesh.  "Looks like you have a beautiful mane there,
 little filly. Now off with you and get to work." With that, she gave Alana'
s  rump a light swat and disappeared out the back door leaving Alana dazed
and  confused.  Grace smiled smugly as she crossed the yards to her own
house.  She had decided the night before to move slowly with Alana but she
needed to  step up the relationship a little at a time. Last night, she had
started to  exert her dominance of the girl and already had the girl
understanding that her  neighbor expected her to remain naked. This evening, she had
started to get the  girl accustomed to being handled by her. "This is going to
be fun," thought  Grace.


Princess Alana Chapter 2: Friendly Neighbors
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In the morning, Alana found  herself standing naked in the middle of her
bedroom as Grace busied herself  selecting an outfit for the girl. "It's a
balancing act," explained Grace. "You  really are a work of art that needs to
be seen and appreciated. But we need to  appreciate the sensibilities of
others around you.  We need to find the  right enhancements that reveal and
shelter at the same time."
"I have to  start remembering to lock my doors," thought Alana. She had
been awakened from a  deep sleep by her neighbor who had let herself into the
house on her own. Now,  Grace was going through her drawers and closet
looking for just the right  "adornments." Alana was truly appreciative of the
compliments. It must be her  vanity taking control. But she also felt that her
privacy was being invaded. She  made a mental note to talk to Grace about
that later. But right now, she had to  deal with getting dressed. Or, more
importantly, making sure that she was not  kept undressed for the work that
she wanted to do outside.  "What are you  planning to do outside today?"
asked Grace.  "I just want to inspect the  place more closely so I can make a
list of things to do. That will help me  figure out what I need to buy and who
I need to hire and when I can afford to do  it."
"No problem, then. Sounds like you will only need to be outside for an
hour or so," replied the snoopy neighbor.
"I think so," responded the naked  girl as she slapped her hands down
against her thighs in frustration. "But does  it really matter how long I'll be
outside?" "Oh yes!" exclaimed Grace. "It  matters a great deal. I needed
to know if we needed to simply display you or if  we needed to expose you to
the sun." Grace returned to her self-appointed duty  and finally returned
with a t-shirt and some jeans. "This should work."
Alana reached for the drawer containing her underwear but Grace quickly
reached out and slapped Alana's hand away. "I said this should work." "Yes
Ma'am" responded Alana as she stepped into the cutoff jeans and pulled them
up  her legs. She snapped the shorts shut and zipped them before trying to
select  the remainder of her wardrobe. "I think I should wear something on
top too."  Grace laughed. "I agree. We have to keep Mr. Franklin healthy.
Try this on."  Grace held out a t-shirt and Alana breathed a sigh of relief.
She could deal  with a lack of underwear. But she had been concerned about
how her strange  neighbor might insist on nudity in a broader setting.  She
poked her arms  through the t-shirt and let the material flutter down across
her belly. But then  she watched in horror as Grace produced a pair of
scissors.  She wanted to  protest but never uttered a word as Grace used the
scissors to eliminate most of  the bottom half of the t-shirt.  "Grace!"
protested Alana. "I can't go out  there like this!"
"And why not?" asked Grace, innocently.
"I'm  indecent!"
"Oh, little one, you are anything but indecent," replied Grace.  "You are
the most decent thing I have ever seen."
Alana blushed again at the  compliment. "That's not what I meant. You knew
it wasn't. I meant that I'm too  exposed."
"Oh, hush girl," responded Grace. "You're not nearly exposed  enough as
far as I'm concerned. But at least we've made you acceptable to the  prying
eyes of the neighborhood. You should be thanking me instead of whining."  "
Oh but Grace," Alana's voice trailed off..
"Hush child. I know what's  best." Grace busied herself by creating
another ponytail atop Alana's head and  then stepped in front of the girl. "You
can be such a spoilsport at times. We'll  have to work on that." Alana
remained silent through the entire chastisement.  But finally, her eyes flew wide
open as she gasped.
Grace, who was standing  in front of her, had touched her breasts! Not only
was she touching her breasts,  but she was holding them up in the palms of
her hands!  "These are real.  Magnificent!"
Alana wanted to protest the uninvited intimacy but a swat on  the bottom
and some instructions from Grace sent her outside. Grace joined her  for a
moment to give her the pad of paper and the pen. And then she left,  leaving
Alana standing in her front yard with the lower swells of her breasts  peeking
out beneath the cropped t-shirt.
Alana glanced around the  neighborhood quickly and saw that, thankfully,
nobody was around. "Thank god for  small blessings," she muttered to herself.
"Best get this over with." She  decided to start in the front while people
were still in their houses and then  move to the relative privacy of her
back yard.  Her experienced eye quickly  addressed the building and soon she
was making notes and drawing sketches of  possible modifications. She
continued to be pleased with her purchase and could  not wait to bring the
structure back to life. It really was a jewel and it  deserved to sparkle.
"Hi there," a male voice called out, startling her and  breaking into her
imaginings. She looked around and finally saw the man on the  other side of
a row of hedges at the side of the yard.
"Oh. Hi there," she  replied.
"Ted Crandall," the man said. "You must be the new kid on the  block."
Alana smiled nervously. "Yes, I'm the new kid. Just moved in this week."  She
crossed to the hedgerow and extended her arm to shake hands. "Alana
Montcliff," she announced.
"Pleased to meet you, Alana. Your moving in has  certainly beautified the
neighborhood."
Alana blushed as she realized that  Ted was staring at her chest. Reaching
out to shake hands must have lifted her  shirt slightly because she could
feel the cool breeze dancing over a little more  breast flesh than earlier.
Quickly, she withdrew her hand and ncrossed her arms  over her chest in an
effort to restore her modesty.
"Thank you," she said  nervously. Then she took a deep breath to steady
herself.
"I really love the  neighborhood. It has such charm." Ted also took a deep
breath but it was more to  let out a whistle in appreciation of the
beautiful creature standing before him.  "Are you an actress or a model or
something?"
"No, nothing like that,"  replied Alana. "An architect." "Well you can
build me whatever you want whenever  you want, Miss Architect," exclaimed the
man.
Alana was starting to get  annoyed by her neighbor but tried hard not to
show it.  "I design things,  actually. Not build. If you'll excuse me, I've
got to get back to work."
"No  problem," said Ted, getting the message. "Hope I didn't offend.
Maybe I can make  it up by inviting you over to dinner tonight. I'm sure my wife
would love to  meet you."
"And I would love to meet your wife and get to know the two of  you,"
Alana responded graciously. "Perhaps next weekend. I'm already taken for  this
evening."
"Sounds good to me. I'll talk to Meredith and we'll set  something up. I'
ll let you get back to work now. Nice meeting you, Alana." "Very  nice
meeting you too, Ted." And she returned to her list-making.  "Taken,"  thought
Ted as he watched the firm rounded bottom walking away from him and  caught
a glimpse of the smooth skin of the unfettered and partially exposed
breasts. "I'd sure like to be doing the taking with that tender morsel." Alana
was trembling after this encounter and could hardly even concentrate on the
task  before her. But somehow, she managed to finish in the front of the
house with  her ideas and projects for the house. The landscaping would have to
wait for a  day when she had more clothing. She moved to the backyard to
look at what needed  to be done there.
She had only been in the privacy of the backyard for a few  minutes before
she again became self-conscious of her attire. "I'm dressed like  a slut!"
she thought. "Or an over-anxious teenager. This is ridiculous!" She
stormed into the house and changed into a pair of jeans and a full t-shirt  before
returning to the yard to renew her survey.
Alana felt much more  comfortable, mentally, if not physically. She was at
least back in control. She  had to admit to herself, though, that her other
outfit was more comfortable. The  cutoffs might have been too short but at
least they didn't bind at her knees and  crotch. And it was much nicer to
feel the natural breeze against her legs. The  shirt was okay but, again, she
missed the at-one-with-nature feel. Plus, her  other outfit would help with
her tanning.  But it just wasn't proper, she  decided. It was too lewd and
revealing. She would suffer within the confines of  more proper dress. Plus,
she decided, it was time to be dressed inside the house  as well. She would
talk to Grace about that the next time she saw her.
Grace  watched Alana from an upstairs bedroom. She had observed Alana's
interaction  with Ted from a different window earlier and had chuckled at the
way it had  gone. Judging by the way that Ted's pants were tented out in
front of him after  the encounter, he was interested in Alana. She filed that
away for future use.  Grace had been plotting for over a year on ways to snare
Meredith but had never  come up with a scheme to capture her. Maybe the
pieces were falling into place  and she might end up owning the blonde beauty
along with the modest but  beautiful redhead, Meredith.
Now she was watching Alana in the backyard  wearing the newly donned jeans
and t-shirt. She considered going over to her  neighbor's to exert her
authority again but decided that watching and waiting  might give her more
information that she could use later.
She watched as  Alana moved slowly around the perimeter of the yard,
inspecting the tall privacy  fence and the shrubs and vines that were held within.
Alan tried to peer between  each board in the fence and used her fingers to
sample the leaves of each of the  plants.
A swing set sat in one of the back corners of the lot and Grace  watched as
Alana sat down, setting her paper and pencil aside, to swing back and
forth for several minutes. "She's an angel," thought Grace. "My angel."
Eventually, the swinging stopped and Alana moved back toward the house. Grace
watched as the girl frequently tugged at her clothing and then saw her dart
into  the house. She reemerged a few minutes later wearing the cut-offs and
the  cropped t-shirt. "She's definitely mine!" exclaimed Grace who quickly
ducked  down in case she was heard by her prey.
Saturday evening, Alana knocked on  her neighbor's door. She carried a vase
of flowers and a bottle of wine that she  ran out to purchase that
afternoon in preparation for her dinner with Grace.  Alana waited for a few moments
and then the door opened to reveal a younger and  shorter version of Grace.
"Hi, I'm your new neighbor. I'm Alana," she  said.  "Oh hi," replied the
girl who appeared to be in her mid-teens. "Mom  told me you were coming
over. I'm Kelly."
Alana handed the flowers to Kelly.  "These are for you." And then she held
up the bottle. "And this is for your  mother," which caused Kelly to
wrinkle her nose.  "I see you two have met,"  observed Grace as she came out of
the kitchen, complete with apron. She kissed  Alana on the cheek and took
the bottle from her.  "That was very thoughtful  of you. Thank you."
Alana had a very enjoyable time with the mother and  daughter as they stood
in the kitchen while Grace finished the meal. And she  enjoyed the dinner
and the lively conversation that accompanied it. All three  women pitched in
to clear the table and clean the dishes and then they retired  to the den.  "
So have you figured out how you're going to transform your  new home?"
asked Grace.
"No, not really," replied Alana. "I know what I want  to do inside to make
it livable for awhile. And I came up with some ideas for  sprucing it up
outside.  But the transformation will take awhile. I made a  few sketches but
I need to live in it for a bit before I'll know."
"Well,  I'm sure it will be lovely when you're done," said Grace. "It's
already lovelier  just having you inside it."
"Thank you, Grace," murmured Alana. "But wait  til you see the whole thing.
" "That's fair," responded Grace. "We'll wait until  you're finished.
But speaking of the whole thing, I was telling Kelly how lovely  you are. She
accused me of exaggerating but I insisted that you were the perfect  model
of femininity. That you were the ideal. Would you take off your dress so I
can prove her wrong?" "Grace!" hissed Alana as she leaned over to her
hostess.  "I can't do that!"
"Of course you can," Grace whispered back. "I can help  you if you like."
"But she's just a teenager!"
"She'll be fine with it.  You don't have to worry about her acquiring any
dietary obsessions to get a body  like yours. She's pretty level-headed. And
she turns eighteen on Thursday."
Dietary obsessions were the furthest things from Alana's mind. She wasn't
thinking about how the girl might starve or gorge herself to get the
perfect  body. It just wasn't proper to take one's clothes off like that.  "
Please  do," said Kelly. "Mother has told me how beautiful you are. It's not
that I  doubt her because I can already see how beautiful you are. But I'd like
to see  all that she told me about."
"That's fair," said Grace as she stood up and  pulled Alana to her feet.
She pulled the reluctant girl to the center of the  room and then started
removing the clothing. Grace took advantage of this moment  to also accustom
Alana to her touch.
"Notice the long slender neck,"  commented Grace, running the fingers of
both hands down Alana's neck, leaving a  trail of gooseflesh behind. "Very
elegant.  Very aristocratic."
The  sundress was the first to fall to the floor and Grace wrapped her arms
around  Alana from the back before unclasping the bra and letting it fall
to the floor.
Alana glanced at Kelly but then averted her gaze when she saw the teenager
staring intently into her eyes. Alana closed her eyes and bit her lower lip
as  she felt Grace drawing her panties down her legs. She wondered why she
wasn't  protesting.
Alana spent the rest of the evening naked among two other  clothed females.
They talked and laughed and Alana eventually stopped blushing.  Finally,
Alana went home wearing her sundress and being told that her hostesses  would
wash her underwear and return it to her the next day. She walked across  the
yards in a daze.
"What do you think?" asked Grace after their guest had  left.  "Perfect
birthday present, Mom," replied Kelly. "But do you think  you can do it that
fast?"
"Pretty sure," said Grace. "I think she's ripe for  the picking." "I
sure hope you're right," smiled Kelly. "I can't believe it. My  very first
slavegirl."



Chapter 3: Setting the Hook
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Grace's  actions over the next few days were deliberate. Her objective was
to make Alana  more and more dependent on her and to get her accustomed to
being controlled.  The second part of that was easy. Alana only put up feeble
resistance and  protests when Grace touched her or told her what to do. And
by the end of the  third day, there was not even much of that.  Creating
the dependence would  be more difficult. Alana was a very capable young lady
and had been relatively  independent for years. It would be a matter of
slowly chipping away at the  girl's confidence. But this was a tricky art. If
done too quickly or too  clumsily, Alana could become offended and back away.
If that happened, Grace  knew that it could take years to enslave the girl.
After Monday, when  Alana stopped resisting being controlled, Grace brought
Kelly in on the  activities. After all, reasoned Grace, the beautiful young
woman would  eventually be her daughter's property. And she was hoping that
Kelly would be  able to take possession by Thursday. So Kelly was encouraged
to play a  controlling role.
But the job of undermining Alana's confidence and making  her dependent was
too delicate to entrust to a teenager. Grace would have to do  that
herself. Little innocent questions and comments were insinuated into
conversations. "Are you sure you want to go to town dressed like that?" "I'm  sure you
can do better." "Why do you wear your hair that way?" "That will make  you
fat."
Slowly, Alana found herself seeking advice from Grace on just  about
everything.  By Wednesday, advice had turned into permission and  Alana needed to
be allowed to do things.
Kelly would stop by numerous times  each day, typically under the auspices
of checking to see how the remodeling was  coming along. She would start
each visit with a hug and a kiss, which she  particularly enjoyed. It was
wonderful to hold a fully-grown, naked woman.
Grace had coached Kelly to start slowly but to steadily escalate. First was
 the hug and kiss. A couple of visits later, Kelly held onto Alana's hand
as they  toured the progress. On the next visit, Kelly held the hand but
controlled the  movement, stopping, starting and turning Alana at will. A few
more visits and it  was an arm across the shoulders. Then it was an arm around
the waist. By Tuesday  evening, Kelly led Alana around with a hand on her
bottom, something that Alana  would have never allowed a few days before.
Alana barely even noticed the  change. And what little change she did
notice was attributed to the loving  nature of the mother and daughter. Alana
figured that her new neighbors were  becoming more and more comfortable with
her and just letting their affections  shine through.
That evening, Alana returned to Grace's for dinner and  quickly found
herself naked again. But there was no blushing this time and the  three females
sat in the family room discussing everything under the sun.   Dinner was
served and eaten as the conversation continued. Finally, when  everyone was
finished, Grace spoke. "Alana, would you be a good girl and do the  clearing?"
Alana was slightly taken aback by the request but arose and started
clearing the table. "Sure, no problem," she replied.  Grace patted the  naked
bottom. "We'll be in the family room when you are finished. Oh, and bring  us
each a cup of tea." On Wednesday morning, Kelly escalated her control again.
On the first visit of the day, she hugged and kissed Alana but the kiss
lingered  this time. Kelly held the naked woman tightly as the kiss seemed to
go on  forever. Finally, a flushed and panting Alana was released and it was
evident to  Kelly that she had aroused her future slavegirl.. The flush
extended to Alana's  chest and her two stiff nipples betrayed her arousal.
"Whoa! What was that?"  asked a dazed Alana.
Kelly smiled brightly. "I really like you. I just  wanted you to know that."

"Yes," breathed Alana, trying to catch her breath,  "I could tell." A
couple of more visits and Alana's breasts became fair game.  "Yours are so
wonderful," commented Kelly as she stood before Alana lifting a  full breast in
each hand. "I hope mine turn out like these."
Instead of  protesting the unusual familiarity, Alana consoled Kelly
instead.   "Nonsense," replied Alana. "You have a beautiful body. And your
breasts are  perfect additions to your form. Trust me. I'm an architect. I know
about form."  "Do you really think so?" asked Kelly. In actuality, she was
quite proud of her  breasts and had been just putting on an act. Quite proud
of her entire figure,  in fact. But she had a plan. Her five-foot five-inch
frame was slender and she  had a delicate look about her although she was
actually quite strong. "Wiry,  fast and strong," her lacrosse coach used to
say when describing her. And her  34C breasts actually looked large on that
frame. "Would you like to see them?"  "Uh," stammered Alana. "I guess so.
Sure."
"Well you don't have to," Kelly  said with a pout on her face. She was
going to play this scene for all it was  worth.
"No, really," said Alana, worried that she had hurt Kelly's feelings.  "I
would love to see yours."
"Hmph," hmphed Kelly. "I don't believe you."
"Really I would."
"Then ask me very nicely so I know you really mean  it." Again, Alana was
taken aback. She found herself in the position of either  begging to see
another woman's breasts or offending the woman. She chose  begging.
"Please may I see your breasts, Kelly? Pretty please?" Kelly smiled
brightly. "Of course you can." And she grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled
 it up over her head, dropping it to the floor.  Alana found herself
confronted with two breasts, which, as she had guessed, were beautiful. They
were firm and full and stood high on the chest, proudly. They were very white
when compared with the darker tanned skin that surrounded them and they were
 each capped with a pretty pink nipple.  "You can touch them if you like."

Not wanting to further offend her new, young friend, Alana reached up and
placed her palms against the soft, smooth orbs feeling another woman's
breasts  for the first time in her life. "I think they're beautiful." Kelly
smiled and  kissed Alana again. "Thank you." When Kelly returned home, she
described the  latest developments to Grace and then, mother and daughter
plotted out the next  moves. Kelly returned to Alana's house about an hour later
with two glasses of  lemonade. "I thought you might be thirsty," said the
girl.
Alana smiled and  accepted the glass but when she moved toward the kitchen
where they would be  able to sit down, Kelly caught her elbow and held her
in place.  "Let's  just sit here and chat. It will be like a picnic." And
Kelly sat on the floor  crossing her legs Indian style. Alana also sat but
found it difficult to find a  position that didn't expose her lewdly. Finally
she gave up and copied Kelly's  position. The two girls gabbed for a bit as
they sipped their drinks and then  Kelly scooted forward toward Alana. She
reached out and touched Alana's pubic  hair.
"I just wanted to see if yours felt like mine. I've heard that there  are
all different types."
"Oh," responded a surprised Alana. "I never heard  that before." She felt
torn.  Part of her viewed Kelly as a teenager who  should be corrected by
an adult. But she had started to view Kelly as just a  curious younger
sister. So the other part of her said that she should give Kelly  some leeway to
explore. Kelly ended up declaring that she couldn't tell any  difference. She
gathered up the glasses and let Alana get back to work.
It  was almost an hour to the minute when Kelly walked into the room where
Alana was  working. Alana was on her hands and knees and was painting the
baseboard when  the younger woman walked in. "Do you set your alarm clock to
tell you when to  come back over here?"
Kelly laughed and denied that any alarm clocks were  involved. Although,
inwardly she knew that she and her mother had laid out a  detailed timeline
for the enslavement of Alana. "Nope. I just get bored easily,"  replied
Kelly. "I try to do other things but I get bored and come back here. I  find you
exciting." "Oh," replied Alana who did not think of herself as all that
exciting. "Well, you're welcome here whenever you want."
Kelly looked at the  open can of paint and was tempted to dip her finger in
it to draw "K's" on  Alana's back. But she thought better of it. After
all, this woman was scheduled  to become her slave tomorrow. No sense in
scaring her off.  "When you get  to a breaking point, can we talk?" asked Kelly.
"Sure," responded Alana.  "Let me finish this little stretch and I'm all
yours." Kelly smiled hearing  those words. Alana finished her little
stretch, put the lid on the paint can,  dipped her brush in the thinner and then
sat down with Kelly.  "What's up?"
Kelly put on a show of being embarrassed, but it was all just an act. "I
wanted to ask you something." She bit her lower lip, trying to act nervous. "
You  aren't a virgin or anything like that, are you?"
Alana laughed. "No. Of  course not." Then she stopped. "Oh. Are you?"
"No, of course not," responded  Kelly. "I just didn't want to shock you."
"Well I'm not," said Alana as she sat  cross-legged again with her sex
openly displayed to her guess. "So what's up?"
"Hmmm" started Kelly. "I'm not quite sure how to start." She paused for a
 moment. "Have you ever done anything kinky?"
Alana blushed. "What do you  mean by kinky?"
"You know," said Kelly. "Strange. Strange sex." "Yes I know  what you
mean," replied Alana. "But I'm not sure I would call it strange. It was  just
different. Something to add spice." "Like being tied up?"
"Yes. Like  being tied up. It's not strange. It's just different. And
exciting."
Kelly  furrowed her brow as if she were thinking. "Did being tied up excite
you?"
Alana laughed. "Best sex ever!"
"Oh phewww! I thought I was losing my  mind," said Kelly convincingly. "I
thought it was strange."
"No," smiled  Alana as she leaned forward to kiss Kelly. "It's not
strange."
"Do you ever  dream about being a slavegirl?" asked the younger female.
Alana nodded. "I  have."
"I think the idea of slavery is so exciting," Kelly went on. "But I  don'
t know why."
"I don't understand it either," remarked Alana. "It's just  a powerful
fantasy, I guess."
"I guess," commented Kelly. "Do you ever think  about owning a slavegirl?"
 "Oh," said Alana. She had to stop and think. "No, I  don't remember ever
thinking about owning someone."
"Well I do," said Kelly.  "I think about being owned and I wonder what it
might be like to own one."
"Hmmm. Do you think about this a lot?"
"A lot. And that's why I wanted  to talk with you. I feel like I'm almost
obsessing."
Alana smiled and gave  Kelly another kiss. She was really starting to view
her neighbor more and more  as a younger sister. "I doubt that you're
obsessing. But it's a great fantasy. I  sometimes imagine myself with a collar
around my neck and my hands bound behind  my back. Mmmm, nice fantasies." "
Maybe you could be my slavegirl someday, then,"  remarked Kelly.
Alana giggled. "Maybe."
Two hours passed before Kelly's  next visit. But in the interim, Grace
stopped by. Alana wanted to ask permission  to wear her red dress for a date on
Friday.  "Do you really think you have  time for something so frivolous? You
have a lot of work to do." Alana decided to  cancel the date. Alana also
wanted approval for the color she had selected for  one of her bedrooms. Grace
smiled and hugged Alana, telling her how well she had  chosen. "I'm so
proud of my girl." Kelly came back and tried to contain her  excitement. This
was a critical time in the relationship. She had to keep it  light but she
needed to set the stage for what was to come.
"Remember what  we talked about earlier?" she asked as, once again, they
were seated across from  one another on the floor. Kelly tried to focus but
found her eyes wandering up  and down taking in the sights of Alana's nudity.
 "We talked about a lot of  things," replied Alana. "What part are you
talking about?"
"You being my  slavegirl," responded Kelly. "I thought you'd remember
that." And she stuck out  her lower lip again to pout for effect.  "Ohhh. I
remember that part. How  could I forget?"
Kelly giggled. "I remember it too. And I bought you  something. Close your
eyes."
Alana obediently closed her eyes for the girl  and, within moments, felt a
collar being locked around her neck.
"How does  it feel?" asked Kelly.
Alana gulped, feeling the snugness of the collar. "It  feels like a collar."
 Kelly laughed. "It is a collar, silly. It's my collar. And  I had it
engraved. It says `Alana Montcliff. Property of Kelly Dodd.' Isn't that
exciting?" "Oh," said Alana, wondering if things had gone too far. "Yes, that's
every exciting."
Kelly was the one to lean forward for a kiss this time.  "I'm so happy
that you like it. I promise to be a good mistress. And I know  you'll be a
wonderful slavegirl."
"This is just for play, isn't it?" asked  Alana.  "Well, let's just see,"
 replied Kelly as she reached down and ran  her finger through Alana's
labia. "Pretty wet down there. Maybe we should play  this more often. I can see
that you really like the slavegirl fantasy." Alana  just about jumped out of
her skin when Kelly boldly touched her sex. This was  getting out of
control. Kelly quickly jumped up and left, leaving her confused  slavegirl looking
down at her very wet sex.  Grace was the next to come by.  Alana was still
sitting cross-legged, observing the glistening petals of her  sex. "Cute
collar," observed the older woman.  "Kelly gave it to me."
"I wondered where she went. She said she was going shopping earlier but
never said what for."
"I guess it was for this," remarked Alana, running her  fingers lightly
over the leather.
"It's very nice. It suits you perfectly,"  observed Grace.
"Grace, I'm worried that things are getting out of hand.  What should I do?
"
"How do you mean?"
"Grace, haven't you noticed that  I'm naked all the time? And Kelly keeps
getting more and more forward all the  time. And now this!" Again she
pointed to the collar.
"It all seems like  just harmless fun to me. What are you worrying about?"
Alana shook her head.  "I don't know. It just doesn't feel right." Grace
sat down behind Alana and  pulled the naked girl to her, wrapping her arms
around Alana and holding her.  She nuzzled her face into the long mane of
blonde hair and tried to calm her  neighbor. "I still don't understand what's
wrong." Grace started moving the palm  of one hand in light circles over
Alana's belly.  The other hand slid  upward to cup a breast, cradling the firm,
warm flesh and caressing it softly.  "Tell me what's wrong, little one." "
Oh Grace, I just don't know. I'm so  confused. I don't want to hurt Kelly'
s feelings. That's the last thing in the  world I want to do. Tell me what
I should do."
Grace gave Alana a squeeze.  "I know you don't want to hurt her. She has
to understand, though, that not  everyone has slavegirl fantasies and that
those just don't appeal to you."
"No, it's not that," interrupted Alana. "I have slave dreams just like
most  girls. And some of those are really powerful and erotic. But I don't
want us to  get in over our heads."
"I see. Does wearing this collar excite you?" asked  Grace. To answer her
own question, she slid her hand down to cup Alana's sex  finding it steamy
and very, very wet. "Oh yes. I see that you do seem to be  finding it
exciting." Alana whimpered. "I just don't know what to do." "What do  you want to
do?" asked Grace as her fingers gently stroked the slick petals of  Alana'
s sex and the other hand toyed with a very stiff nipple.  "I don't  know
Grace. What should I do?"
The talented fingers continued to stroke and  explore Alana's sex, adding
to the confusing swirl of emotions rushing through  her. "I honestly don't
understand what you're worried about, sweetie," said  Grace. "Kelly
apparently dreams about having a slavegirl and you say that you  dream of being a
slave. And from the feel of things, you find that very  exciting." To
emphasize her point, she stabbed two fingers into Alana's swampy  sex and pinched a
nipple causing Alana to suck in her breath and shudder. "What  am I missing?"
 "I d..d...don't knoooowwwww," wailed Alana. Grace continued to hold  the
girl, letting her fingers dance and tease until Alana was finally pushed
over the edge. A shudder, a moan and then some soft whimpers were evidence that
 Grace had elicited an orgasm out of the girl.
Grace planted a line of little  kisses up Alana's neck and cheek. "You are
such a precious thing. Such a  beautiful slavegirl."
"Am I really a slave?" asked Alana in almost a  whisper.  "Not yet, pet,"
replied Grace. "But you should be. You would be a  most valued treasure."
Reluctantly, Grace finally backed away from Alana and  stood up. "I'll be
back later," she said. "And you're coming over for dinner."  "Yes Ma'am,"
was the quiet response.
Grace wanted to spend some time with  Kelly mapping out the final details
of the capture. Everything was going  according to plan but a slip-up at this
point could produce a huge setback.
Many decisions had to be made. Would Alana live in her new home or in
theirs?  Since Kelly was going to own Alana, maybe Kelly should move in  with
her slavegirl. Should they draw up papers for Alana to sign? Should they
register her or just own her? Grace thought that registering would make it
easier to sell the girl if they ever decided to do that, but she couldn't ever
imagine parting with Alana.
Should Alana be allowed to continue working?  Should they start to modify
her appearance and, if so, how fast and when? Grace  had been thinking that
shoulder-length platinum blonde hair would like striking  on Alana and it
would make her look like the ultimate sex-toy.
How should  they orchestrate tonight so that the girl would be ready to
become a birthday  present tomorrow? So many decisions. And then there was the
issue of Alana's  status. Grace had been assuming that Alana would be
enslaved and would become  the property of her daughter. But there was always the
possibility of simply  turning her into a submissive. There was also the
possibility of just continuing  to exert dominance over the neighbor. Grace
enjoyed toying with Alana's mind.  Maybe that would work out for awhile. She
wasn't exactly sure of the  implications of each of the options and would have
to think them through.


Princess Alana Chapter 4: Alana becomes a Princess
===================================================
That evening, it was  Kelly who went next door to bring Alana to dinner.
She wore a long skirt and a  peasant shirt that showed much of her shoulders
and upper chest and Alana  thought she looked adorable.
"I'm to bring you to dinner now," declared  Kelly. "And we decided that
this was to be your night off. You are going to be  treated as a princess. My
slave princess, of course, but we plan on doing all of  the serving." "Oh,"
 exclaimed Alana, unsure of what she just heard. The princess  part sounded
okay but she was still uneasy about all of the slave talk she had  been
hearing.  "Okay," replied Alana rising from where she had been  scraping loose
paint off of a baseboard. "Just let me take a quick shower and  I'll be
right with you." "Nope," replied Kelly. "I have my orders and I'm to  bring
you right away. We'll bathe you there."
"Oh my," said Alana. This was  a new turn of events. She wasn't too sure
that it was a good turn, though.  Before she spent too much time thinking
about it, though, she was surprised by  two clicks. Kelly had slipped behind
her, gathered Alana's wrists, and snapped a  pair of handcuffs on the naked
girl.  "Hey!" protested Alana. "What's this  all about?" "Slaves is slaves,"
 grinned Kelly, stepping back in front of Alana.  She reached out with both
hands and tweaked Alana's nipples causing them to  stiffen again.  "And
you is a wonderful slave."
"Stop that!" commanded  Alana as Kelly reached back for a second tweak. "
This just isn't right!"
Kelly reached around the older girl and gave Alana's bottom a slap, causing
 Alana's eyes to fly wide open. "Noisy slaves get punished. Do I need to
gag  you?"
"No," grumbled Alana as she still felt her bottom stinging from the
unexpected spanking. "I'll be quiet."
"Good girl," smiled Kelly. "But don't  be too good. I think I like
spanking you."
Alana rolled her eyes at that  comment and was rewarded with another swat. "
What was that for? I didn't say a  word."
"You were being impertinent, though."
"Jeez," declared Alana.
Kelly then produced a leash, which she snapped onto Alana's collar. The
teenager then brushed a few stray hairs out of Alana's face and led her toward
 the door.  "Whoa! Hold on a sec," protested Alana. "I can't go out
there!  I'm naked." This earned her another spank. "Yikes!" she yelped.  "Come
along," urged Kelly. "And if you want to get there without the whole
neighborhood seeing you, you should be quiet. Of course, if you want an  audience
..." Alana clamped her lips shut and quietly followed her captor. Once
outside, she kept glancing around to make sure nobody was watching. Thankfully,
it was a short walk and she breathed a sigh of relief once she reached the
relative safety of her neighbor's house.
Grace was standing imperiously in  the living room when Alana was led
there. She was wearing a black leather vest  that was held closed with two
leather hasps.  Below, she wore matching  black leather pants that were held up
with a silver chain belt. She looked like  something out of someone's bondage
dreams in the outfit and Alana got a better  sense of the woman's figure
than she had before.  She had never realized  quite how attractive her neighbor
was. She had a wonderful figure and, since  Alana could see the entire
exposed midriff, she could tell that Grace was quite  toned. She also noticed
the ample cleavage trying to escape from the confines of  the vest.  "I
present to you slave princess Alana," Kelly announced in  dramatic tones.  "
Welcome to our castle, Princess Alana," said Grace as she  lifted a nasty looking
riding crop that had been dangling from her belt and  started to stroke it
with her fingers. "The Dark Castle."
"Oh my," thought  Alana. "This is sure going to be different. I guess I
should just play along."
"How were your travels?" asked Grace.
"Embarassing," replied Alana,  trying to play along with the scene. "Short
but embarrassing."
"That is  good, little one," said Grace as she stepped before Alana and
used the crop to  lift one of the slave's breasts balancing it on the tip. "
Slaves need to learn  to enjoy humiliation."
"Kneel before Queen Grace," proclaimed Kelly, pushing  down on Alana's
shoulders.  Kelly then slid her hands down to grasp Alana's  upper arms to make
sure she didn't topple and hurt herself since the slavegirl  still had her
arms bound behind her. Alana found herself looking up at Grace  with Kelly
standing beside her, resting her hand on the top of Alana's  head.  "They're
just living out what they think my fantasies are," thought  Alana. "How
cute! I guess they wouldn't know that I always pictured myself as a  slave to
males. But I can do this. They're so sweet!"
"Your kingdom is lost.  Your father was taken by the Moors. We claimed you,"
 Grace paused for a moment.  This next part would tell her how to proceed
with Alana. It would either be  trickery or force. "Do you, Alana Montcliff,
submit?  Do you accept your  position as a slave of the Dodd clan?" "There
was that `slave' word again,"  thought Alana. It always sent a chill down
her spine but it also always made her  pussy clench.  "Yes your Majesty,"
replied Alana, trying to stay with the  tone of the scene. "I was captured.
Princess Kelly has claimed me. I submit and  I accept that I am a slave." She
let out a little dramatic sigh.
Grace was  thrilled with this new development but did her best to retain a
steely stare as  she gazed down at the precious pet. She was hoping that
there would be no need  for force, and now it was clear that force would not be
necessary.  Grace  used the tip of the crop to circle each nipple, watching
them stiffen  invitingly. Then she quickly flicked the crop up and down in
a fanning motion,  catching the tender little buds with the stiff leather
and causing Alana to  gasp.
"Then you are welcomed to the Dodd clan. Princess Kelly, bring us the
parchment."
Kelly disappeared and then reappeared carrying a scroll. She  laid the
scroll in front of Alana and then took her place beside the slave as  before.  "
Mom was right!" thought Kelly. "This is working perfectly.!"  Alana read
the text. Inwardly, she admired the mother and daughter for going to  such
great lengths for this. The scroll was very elaborately written. Almost in
calligraphy. But it wasn't calligraphy. It was more authentic to the theme than
 that. But it was beautifully and artistically done.  Despite being
artistic  and beautiful and consistent with the theme, the words were still pretty
daunting for Alana. She read through the first section and when Kelly, or
Princess Kelly, started to move the scroll to a new section, Alana shook her
 head. She had to reread what was in front of her.  "In consideration for
lessons to be learned and pleasures to be enjoyed, I, Alana Montcliff, being
of  sound mind and under no outside influence or coercion, do hereby grant
title of  my body, mind and soul to Kelly Dodd.  There was flowery language
before it  and a lot of herewiths and hereafters after it. But it was that
paragraph that  she kept coming back to.  Finally, she nodded her head and
let Kelly  continue to roll the scroll. The rest appeared to be very light and
playful,  which set Alana at ease. She decided that it was really just a
make-believe  night.
"Slave princess," Grace finally spoke. "Do you wish to sign or do you
wish to become acquainted with the dungeons?"
"Oh my gosh!" thought Alana.  "Is this a leading question?" She had both
fantasies. Sometimes, she imagined  herself as a slave. Sometimes, she was a
prisoner in a dungeon. She took a deep  breath and decided that one fantasy
would be enough for one night.
"I will  sign, your Majesty," said Alana before letting out a long, overly
dramatic sigh.  "But please try to negotiate with the Moors for the freedom
of my father, the  King."
Grace was thoroughly enjoying this. Seeing her daughter control the  slave
was one of the highlights of her life. And hearing the beautiful blonde
agree to sign her papers of slavery even topped that.
"Princess Kelly," said  Grace as she stepped back and sat in an armchair
that had been positioned to act  as a throne. "Allow the girl the freedom
that she needs to indicate her  decision."
Kelly knelt behind Alana and unlocked her cuffs. Then she stood  up and
crossed the floor to stand beside her mother sitting on the "throne."  Alana
dug deep into her past, trying to think about what her drama teacher would
coach her to do. "Your Majesty," she started. "I do this for my father, the
King. My body and mind and soul belong to you totally and forever. But
please  have him rescued from his imprisonment." With that, she picked up the
pen and  leaned down to sign her name on the scroll.
"Slave Alana," stated Grace in  her role as Queen. "Arise."
Kelly helped Alana to her feet and then, once  again, stood beside her.  "
Two princesses side by side," said Grace. "And  yet one is a slave." She
walked up to Alana and stood with her nose almost  touching the slavegirl's. "
How do you think we should tell them apart?"
Alana gulped. This was feeling very realistic. Thinking back to some of the
 erotic novels she had read, she cast her eyes down. "Your Majesty can tell
them  apart easily. The slave princess wears the collar of your daughter."
Grace used  the crop again. This time, it was placed under Alana's chin to
tilt her head  upward so that Grace could look into her eyes. "You are such a
pretty princess.  Such a beautiful gift." Grace hooked the crop to her belt
again and then walked  out of the room. This left Alana alone with Kelly.  "
Are you enjoying  this?" asked Alana.
"Hush, girl," replied Kelly in an emphasized voice. But  then she leaned
over and whispered into Alana's ear. "I am. And I hope you are  too." Alana
laughed slightly and then smiled at Kelly in a knowing way. "It's
certainly different."
"You are impossible!" declared Kelly. "Here we go  through a lot of effort
to make you a slavegirl and all you can say is `it's  different'?" Alana
was shocked at the response and, for the first time, realized  how much the
mother and daughter must love her. They had gone to great lengths  to create
a fantasy world that they thought fit with Alana's. Alana thought that  she
had been playing along with the game, but realized that her performance had
 not been convincing enough. She resolved to play along and be the perfect
slavegirl. She took a deep breath and tried to imagine herself as a real
slave  princess.  Alana was led upstairs to the master bathroom where Grace
had  drawn a bath for her. Alana loved the opulence of the room and made a
mental  note to use some of the ideas in her own home when she got around to
that part  of the remodeling.  The bathroom was spacious with a large tub,
partially  sunken into the floor, acting as the centerpiece of the room.
Before  bringing her upstairs, Kelly had refastened the cuffs on Alana so
she now had  her wrists pinned together behind her back and had to be helped
into the tub. A  clothed woman on either side of her held an arm and gently
eased the slave into  the water, helping her to sit down in the warm water. "
It's not all that bad  being a slave," thought Alana as she luxuriated in
the scented bath.  Grace  poured water over her head and then started to rub
shampoo into the girl's mane.  Alana closed her eyes and just enjoyed the
pampering she was receiving.   Grace was very thorough with the cleansing and
took the opportunity to gently  massage Alana's scalp, soothing and
relaxing the girl. Eventually, the soap was  rinsed out and Alana opened her eyes.
To her surprise, she saw a naked Kelly  stepping into the tub. Again, Alana
was surprised by the behavior of the mother  and daughter but again, she
was taken by the beauty of the teenage girl. She  realized that she just didn'
t seem to notice others all that much. But now, she  was able to see Kelly
in all of her naked glory. The girl was a treasure. Long  auburn hair framed
the pixie-like face.  Slender arms led to delicate  fingers. Despite the girl
's belief that her breasts were not large enough, Alana  thought that they
were quite ample, especially given her slender frame. Boyish  hips and
shapely legs finished off what she saw before Kelly slipped into the  water. At
the juncture of those shapely legs had been a trimmed patch of reddish  brown
hair that matched the color on top of her head.
"Two princesses  getting clean," smiled Grace.
"I thought that I could bathe too, your  Majesty," said Kelly. "And it
will let me get to know my new property better."
New property. That was something that Alana was still trying to get used
to.  "These two sure can get into their roles," thought Alana. "I'll keep
trying harder so I don't disappoint them again."
"Thank you for joining me  in the bath, Princess Kelly," said Alana. "I am
your property to do with as you  please."
Kelly leaned forward and kissed Alana as she reached out and held  Alana's
breasts in her palm. "Yes, you are, pretty pet. You belong to me and I  can
do as I please."
Alana closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss and did not  even protest as Kelly'
s hands claimed her breasts, although she was a bit  surprised that Grace
didn't intervene and tell her daughter to behave. Grace, in  the meantime,
was just sitting back and enjoying the progress that they were  making in
their capture of the beautiful neighbor. Things couldn't be working  out any
better.  "Let me soap you," said Kelly. "And then you can soap me  up." She
picked up a wash cloth and then soaped it up before starting to run it  over
Alana's skin.  Each arm was tenderly scrubbed, Alana's back was  soaped,
and then Kelly lifted one leg at a time to clean them. The washcloth was
eventually discarded, however, when it came time to wash Alana's front. Kelly
used her bare, soapy hands to glide over each breast, squeezing them, and
letting them slide under her touch. The fingers danced soapily over Alana's
bare  belly causing the slave to quiver.
"Your majesty, can you help me raise the  slave to the edge of the tub?"
Kelly asked. Grace leaned forward and steadied  Alana, holding onto both arms
as Kelly reached between Alana's legs and cupped  her sex, using it as a
grip to lift her property and causing Alana to gasp. She  resisted the urge to
protest, however, so that she did not interrupt the mood of  the scene.
Kelly's hands were soaped up again and she started to scrub  Alana's sex,
letting her fingers linger as they swept over the petals. Grace was  still
holding Alana's arms, so it would have been impossible for Alana to  struggle
away from the imp who was taking liberties with her body. But she had  to
admit that it all seemed very erotic.
Kelly picked up a razor and, after  soaping up the downy fur protecting
Alana's sex, poised it over the little patch  of hair. This is when Alana
decided that a protest was in order. But she paused  so that she could do it in
character.  "Oh please, Princess Kelly," she  appealed. "Anything but that.
Please don't take away my sign of womanhood. I  will look like a little girl.
" "Nonsense," responded Kelly who raised herself up  on her knees and
kissed each of Alana's very stiff nipples. "Nobody could  mistake this body for
that of a little girl. Besides, I keep all of my  properties smooth down
here. I like the sleek and sexy look that it provides."
Alana decided that she needed to step out of character for a moment to
prevent the denuding of her sex. "Kelly, I mean it. This is going too far."
Kelly laughed and, with her four fingers pressed together, spanked Alana's
sex.  She only slapped it lightly, but the wetness of the flesh made the
slap loud startling both girls and causing Alana to yelp. "Are you going to
behave?" "No, I'm not going to behave. You are not going to shave me and make
me  look ridiculous!"
"Your Majesty, please hold her tightly. I wouldn't want to  cut her."
"Of course, Princess," replied Grace as she tightened her grip on  Alana's
arms.  Alana watched in horror as the razor was swiped through her  little
bush leaving nothing but stubble. After most of the hair had been  removed,
Kelly went over the skin again, eliminating even the stubble until  Alana's
sex was completely bald and smooth.
Both women worked together to  turn Alana over with her legs spread wide.
Alana tried to close them but, with  Kelly kneeling between her legs, she
found it useless. Kelly soaped up her hands  again and started working on the
beautiful rounded cheeks of Alana's bottom,  squeezing them, parting them,
pushing them together and occasionally spanking  them. Each spank earned a
squeal from the bound girl and soon both cheeks were  glowing pinkly.  Kelly
was not finished with the razor. Again, she picked  it up and, with the
fingers of one hand holding the bottom cheeks apart, she  scraped the razor across
Alana's flesh removing any stray hairs it encountered.  Finally, Alana had
no visible hairs anywhere below her neck.
Kelly set the  razor aside and soaped up her hands again. Despite being
cleaned already,  Alana's bottom found itself the target of the cleansing hands
again.  This  time, however, the fingers moved into the valley between the
two cheeks and slid  insistently up and down that valley.
Each time a finger grazed over her  little pucker, Alana sucked in her
breath.  She had always avoided anal sex  and had always discouraged anyone from
even try to touch her back there. Now,  this schoolgirl was helping herself
to that forbidden spot and Alana had to  admit that she was becoming very
aroused by this attention to her bottom.
"Yikes!" exclaimed the slavegirl as she felt one of the fingers stop its
journey and linger over the little puckered hole. She felt it pressing
against  the tight little ring and tried to ease herself over the edge of the tub
to  escape the pending violation. But Grace had a strong grip on the girl
and she  was not able to even budge an inch. The pressure from Kelly's finger
kept  increasing and it was not long before the finger slipped inside of
Alana  eliciting another "Yikes!" from the girl. After gaining entry, it
became easy  work to slide the rest of the finger in and, quickly, Alana felt
the finger  sliding in and out of her bottom. Alana groaned as she felt her
bottom filled  with the finger but also found herself pushing back against
Kelly's hand to  impale herself deeper.  Kelly's other hand reached between
Alana's legs and  found the recently denuded sex. Fingers danced over the
flesh before starting to  concentrate on the petals.  The petals were opened and
Kelly felt the slick  lubrication being produced by her captive, knowing
that this meant that Alana  was highly aroused by all of this. With one finger
rapidly pumping in and out of  her slave's bottom, she curled two fingers
together and slipped them into  Alana's sex.  Grace was not to be left out of
the action. She released the  slavegirl's arms and knelt beside Alana. She
saw the full breasts swaying back  and forth as they dangled beneath her
chest and reached out, claiming a breast  in each hand.  Alana's head was
spinning as her moral sensibilities were  challenged so extremely while, at the
same time, her body was responding  marvelously to the attentions of the
mother and daughter. She had never felt so  alive in her entire life and she was
enjoying sensations that she never imagined  existed.  Kelly kept her
fingers moving but added a new twist. She would  lean down and kiss an upturned
bottom cheek and then she would do one of two  things.  Sometimes, she would
run her tongue over the taut flesh sending  additional waves of pleasure
through the bound girl. Other times, she would use  her teeth to capture a
tender morsel of the flesh and bite down on it, eliciting  a squeal or a yelp or
a shriek. All of this added to the confused state of  Alana's mind and the
fingers and tongues and lips moved her closer and closer to  a climax.
Grace used her fingers to stroke the dangling breasts, wrapping  her fingers and
thumb around each one at the base and then squeezing as she drew  her hands
downward toward the nipple. This milking action was repeated time and
again and at the end of each downward journey, the nipples were grasped and
stretched downward, causing Alana to moan loudly as her breasts were drawn away
 from her body.
Several times, the pair of captors stopped, leaving Alana  breathless and
panting. After a few more moments, they would start again and  drive her
closer to an orgasm. But each time, they stopped until Alana was  begging them
for release. Her entire body seemed to be on fire and aching to  climax.  "Oh
please just let me cum," she begged at last.  "Slavegirls  receive their
pleasure when their owners decide that the time is right," replied  Kelly.
"Oh Kelly, Kelly, Kelly!" pleaded Alana as one of Kelly's fingers  speared
into Alana's bottom over and over again. "Let me cum. Please. I will do
anything." Grace's ears perked up at those words. She glanced at Kelly and
nodded. Kelly followed up on the comment with some questions to her new
property.  "Anything?" asked Kelly. "What do you mean by anything?" Just
then, she stopped all movement of her fingers but kept them embedded within the
 slave.  "Oh gawwwwwwwwdddddddd!" groaned Alana. "Please don't stop!"
Kelly  pulled her finger out of the girl's bottom long enough to give her slave
a hard  slap. "I asked you a question, Alana. I expect an answer." Alana
yelped again as  she was spanked by the teenager and then gasped as the
finger was reinserted  into her rectum.
"Anything. Anything. Just please let me cum. I'm going  crazy." "What can
a girl who has already signed away her life have to offer?"  asked Kelly.
"Oh god," said the hyper-aroused girl. "I would even do it for  real at
this point. I am your slave forever if you just let me cum." "Oh, my  gosh,"
thought Grace. "This couldn't be turning out better. We already have the
legal document to own her, but she doesn't know it and just thinks that it's
a  game. Now she's willing to do it for real in her mind. This will make
things  much easier."
Grace leaned close and whispered into Alana's ear. "I accept  your offer,
sweet pet. Tomorrow, I will give you to Kelly as a birthday present.
Tonight, you can have your beautiful orgasm."
Then, Grace leaned back and  nodded to Kelly. As Kelly started to move
Alana back toward an orgasm, Grace  renewed her attentions to the dangling, ripe
breasts. It took only seconds to  send the girl into orbit and she shrieked
as the intensity of her climax wracked  her body. Alana passed out and the
two other women had to carry her to the bed  after drying her body. Alana
was tied, spread-eagle, across the bed in the  master suite and did not awaken
until morning. Kelly slept on one side of the  comatose girl as Grace slept
on the other side. Each laid on their sides  cradling a naked breast in a
hand.


Chapter 5: Becoming a Slave
============================
Friday  morning brought the reality of the situation home for Alana. She
was totally  immobile when she awakened with a pair of female lips pressed
against each of  her breasts. Both of her captors were sound asleep but Alana
quickly remedied  that by screaming and bouncing in the bed as much as her
bindings would allow.
"You raped me!" she shrieked. "I thought you were my friends and you raped
 me!" "Hush girl," said Grace in a soothing voice. "We did nothing of the
sort.  Did you have a bad dream?"
"That was no dream, you bitch! You raped me!"
"Oh my," replied Grace. "I will admit that there was sex involved, but I
would hardly call it rape. After all, you were the only one to climax. Plus,
we  have your papers."
"What papers?" Alana hissed. She was truly pissed off at  this point. She
didn't know what had gotten into her the evening before. Maybe  they had
drugged her.  But she was irate now. They had bound her. They had  marched her
across the yard naked. They had shaved her sex. They had raped her.  And
they had even raped her virgin bottom. And then, they had the audacity to  tie
her to their bed and sleep with her! She was no lesbian!
"My dear," said  Grace as she squeezed one of Alana's breasts, "you
belong to us now. You are  mere property."
"What are you talking about?"
"You are our slave. And  since today is Kelly's birthday, you will become
my birthday present to her. It  might be the nicest toy I have ever given
her," smiled Grace.
"Slavery is  illegal!" insisted Alana.
"Well, yes and no," replied Grace. She paused for  a moment before
continuing to let Alana settle down a bit. "Forced slavery is  illegal. That
violates a lot of laws. Voluntary slavery has been seen by the  courts as simply
the will of consenting adults. And, my dear, you consented. You  belong to us.
" "You can't be serious!" Alana spit out.
Grace picked up the  scroll that lay beside the bed and unrolled it to the
appropriate sections. She  read the parts about owning body, mind and soul
aloud to Alana. And then she  rolled down to where Alana had signed her full
name on the parchment. Setting  the scroll aside, she reached for the remote
control and turned on the  television and VCR. There, Alana watched in
horror as she heard herself. "Oh god  I would even do it for real at this point.
I am your slave forever if you just  let me cum." The words from the tape
kept ringing in her ears even after they  were far past.
"I think that the courts would consider this a binding  contract," smiled
Grace.  "Now, little pet. We can do this the easy way or  we can do it the
hard way. I will enjoy it either way, but you might have a  preference."
Alana just collapsed backward onto the bed. If she hadn't been  bound so spread
out, she probably would have curled up into the fetal position  and cried.
As it was, she just stared at the ceiling. Kelly laid on her side and
propped her head up on her hand, using her other hand to stroke and caress the
bound slavegirl.  Grace did the same thing and Alana felt fingers teasing  and
probing and tweaking her breasts, belly and sex.
"How could you, Grace?"  asked Alana. "I thought we were friends. I
thought you liked me."
"We are  friends, love," replied Grace. "And I do like you. Both of us
love you.
That's why we want to own you.'
"But it's not fair," groaned Alana.  "It's not fair to me to steal my
life away from me like that."
"Oh, don't  work yourself into a fret, little one," said Grace leaning
over to kiss Alana's  cheek. "We aren't stealing your life. We're enhancing
it. Giving it more  excitement and stimulation. You were designed to be a
slave." To emphasize her  point, she wrapped her fingers around the base of the
breast nearest her and  squeezed it. At the same time, Kelly insinuated her
finger into Alana's sex,  surprised to find her new property already wet.  "
What will become of me?"  asked Alana, trying to concentrate and trying to
ignore the thrills that were  being sent through her body by the fingers of
her captors. "What does all of  this mean?"
"As I said, sweet Alana," Grace responded, "there is an easy way  and
there is a hard way. What it all means is up to you. What will become of you  is
up to you.  If you cooperate, then you will have more freedoms. If you  don'
t, then you will have none."
"If I cooperate, then what happens next?"
"Now you are thinking clearly, pet," smiled Grace, giving Alana's breast
another squeeze. "Look to the future. Don't fret about the past or what
might  have been.  Well, several things happen next. First, we need to have a
birthday party so you can rightfully be given to Kelly." Kelly wiggled her
finger excitedly on hearing this, causing Alana to jump slightly within her
bonds.  "Then, we will register you. We might even be able to do that
tomorrow," Grace went on.
"Register me? Register me as what?"
"As a  slave, of course," replied Grace with a look of surprise on her
face. It all  seemed so obvious to her. "You will be registered with the
association.   Kelly will receive title documents for you. And then all of the
legal i's will  be dotted and t's crossed."
"Oh my gosh, this is unbelievable," exclaimed  Alana, shaking her head in
disbelief. "You've done this before haven't you? You  have owned other
girls." "Of course I have, silly," replied Grace. "How else  would I have
known how to capture you? How else would I know about the  association? Of
course, it's been a few years since I last owned someone. And I  have never owned
anyone quite as beautiful as you. Of course, I still don't own  anyone as
beautiful as you since you belong to my daughter."
"What happened  to those girls?"
Grace sighed and kissed Alana again. "Nothing horrible  happened, if that'
s what you are worried about, pet. One met a man who she fell  in love with.
I released her. Another's mother became ill. So I released her.  And I sold
two others, but only when they asked to be sold."
"Sold?!?!?!?!  You could sell me?" screeched a shocked Alana.  Grace
laughed. "Of course I  could sell you. Or, more correctly, Kelly could sell you.
You are property now."
Alana groaned and then Kelly wiggled her finger again causing Alana to suck
 in her breath. "But I can't imagine ever selling you. You are too
precious to  me," piped in Kelly.
"Oh my God! Why did you sell those two?"
"Relax,  sweet pet," cooed Grace using her palm to rub over Alana's stiff
nipple.   "They were a totally different breed than you. They were
volunteers and they  were pain sluts. And they would every once in awhile ask their
current owners to  sell them. That was always negotiated into the purchase
agreement. They were  twins and insisted that they always go as a pair. So
when they told me it was  time for them to be sold, I took them to the next
auction and put them on the  block."
"The other two were also volunteers," Grace went on. "But they were
direct volunteers. I didn't have to buy them. They stayed while it made sense
for both of us and then I released them when it didn't make sense." "Wow!"
was  all Alana could say.
"So you see, I have only had four slaves. And all were  volunteers. You are
my first capture, although I do plan on at least one more  capture. Not
quite sure what I'll do with that one, though."
"Oh. I had no  idea that there were so many types of slaves." "You have no
idea, little one,"  smiled Grace, leaning over again to nip at a stiff
nipple with her teeth. "There  are pain sluts," she said as she clamped her
teeth together tightly sending  jolts of pain through Alana's breast and
causing her to shriek again. "There are  toilet sluts. I can't picture you doing
that.  Can you imagine yourself  with people peeing into your mouth?"
"Eeeewwwwww!" exclaimed Alana. "That's  gross!!!!"
"I agree. It's not you."
"There are ponygirls. Actually, I  could picture you as one of those. We'
ll have to keep that in mind. And then  there are pleasure slaves and work
slaves. There are the entertainment slaves.  Those are ones who simply perform
for others.  Sometimes, that can be  interesting. I have seen entertainment
slaves put in really interesting  predicaments just for the entertainment
of others. Slaves of just about every  flavor imaginable."
"And they become slaves in so many interesting ways.  Some are just
kidnapped. I would not consider you kidnapped, by the way. I like  to think of you
as seduced and tricked. And some are sold by loved ones. I once  borrowed a
girl who was sort of sold by her husband. Actually, he entered her  into the
pot during a poker match. He lost and she became a slave. I knew her  new
owner and borrowed her for a weekend."
"Then there are the volunteers.  They are the safest to deal with. But they
just aren't very interesting. They  are too eager. Too `into the scene.' I
prefer to introduce someone into the  scene. That's where you come in,
sweet pea." Once again, Alana's mind was turned  inside out. It was
unimaginable that her new friends would hold her prisoner. It  was even more
unbelievable that they intended to keep her as a prisoner and turn  her into a slave
and some kind of sex toy. At the same time, she found herself  being totally
aroused and, in a way, willing to do whatever they wanted. This  was not how
she intended to spend her week off. She had no plans to become a  groveling
and whimpering sex slave to two women.
"Am I to be introduced into  the scene?"
"Oh my yes," said Grace. "You both will be introduced to it."
"Both?" asked Alana.
Grace laughed. "Well at least two of you will be.  And, if I'm lucky,
three of you will be. But at the very least, you and Kelly  will be introduced
to the scene. You have to remember that, while Kelly has  witnessed a little
bit, she has not been allowed to participate until today. At  least, not
fully. I guess she did participate in your capture. But that's the  extent of
it." "Who's the third?" asked Alana.
"Meredith, of course,"  replied Grace. "Oh, I keep forgetting. You haven'
t met her yet. But she lives on  the other side of your house from us. And
she is just a little living doll. I've  had my eyes on her for a couple of
years. Now I think I might be able to capture  her. But that can wait. First
things first. We need to get you tamed."
Alana  gulped. "Tamed?"
"Yes, tamed. Tamed and trained. You seem a bit headstrong  and I don't
want you giving my daughter any troubles. We'll see how the rest of  the day
goes. Maybe I will have you call in to your office and ask for another  week
off so that we can send you to a class. We'll just have to see how it works
out." Alana scoffed. She had impeccable manners and there was no way that
she  needed to be sent to some kind of fork and spoon school. This woman has
totally  lost her mind!
As Alana and Grace talked, Kelly slipped out of bed and  started to gather
some of the things that she knew she would need for the first  day of
ownership. She laid out the leather cuffs and the waist chain. She put an
assortment of gags into her little tote so that they would be handy when she
needed them. She shook her head as she slipped the stun gun into her bag and
remembered how she had told her mother that she wanted nothing to do with
things  like that when it came to Alana. She wanted a loving slavery. But Grace
had  insisted, so Kelly dropped the horrid thing into the bag. Clamps and
blindfolds  and even some shackles for the slave's feet were included until the
little tote  felt as heavy as Alana's slavery.
Kelly returned to take over from her  mother. Grace reluctantly slid out of
the bed, releasing the beautiful breast  that she had been claiming for the
past hour. "I sure hope that Kelly realizes  what a sacrifice I am making
by giving Alana to her," she thought. "This girl is  my perfect slave."
Kelly dropped all of the gear that she had been gathering and  slid into bed
beside Alana. "Are you as excited as I am?" she asked.  "I  don't think so,"
replied Alana. "How am I supposed to be excited by being  kidnapped and
raped?"
"Oh jeez," said Kelly. "You weren't kidnapped. Do you  think that I
kidnapped you when I walked you over to the house?"
"Well, no,"  responded Alana.
"So when were you kidnapped?"
"Well it wasn't exactly  kidnapping. But it wasn't nice. It might be
illegal, you know."
"It might be  thrilling too," giggled Kelly. "And I still can't believe
that you are all  mine."
As if she were taking a test drive of a new car, Kelly knelt between  Alana'
s outstretched thighs and leaned forward letting the palms of her hands
glide up the slavegirl's belly and chest, over the breasts until she reached
the  top of Alana's head. At that point, she was laying on top of her slave
and she  kissed Alana fully on the lips. "I do love you so much, pet." Alana
felt a chill  rush down her spine. She had heard Grace calling her pet but
she did not  remember Kelly using that term. This meant that there was no
possibility of  convincing Kelly to release her. Kelly seemed to really view
her as property.


Chapter 6: Adding to the Flock
===============================
Alana was the main attraction of the  small birthday party. Grace and Kelly
celebrated alone with the new slavegirl  acting as the centerpiece for the
dinner. Grace did all of the cooking and  serving, allowing Alana to worry
as she laid on the dining room table with her  arms and legs outstretched.
Instead of eating with the mother at one end  of the table and the daughter
at the other end, they each sat on a side, facing  one another. This also
provided the advantage of being able to reach most of the  interesting parts of
the centerpiece. When the dinner was over, Grace asked  Kelly if she was
ready for her birthday cake. The young girl squealed and  clapped her hands
together. Grace then took a slender birthday candle and held  it to the side
over Alana's left breast.
"You get two candles this year,  Kelly." The wax started to drip onto Alana
's tender flesh causing her to wince  and jerk in her bindings. "One is
for becoming an adult."
When enough of the  wax had dripped onto the firm breast, Grace turned the
candle and stuck the end  into the molten wax, holding it for a moment until
the wax hardened enough to  hold up the candle. Then she repeated her
actions with a second candle held  above the other breast.
"The second one is in celebration of your first  slave. How does it feel to
be an adult and a slave owner?"
"Oh gosh Mom,"  replied Kelly. Today has been wonderful. And I can't think
of a better present  than Alana. But it's all happening so fast that I don'
t know what to think."
The next morning, Alana was allowed to return to her home, but this time as
 a platinum blonde. As part of Kelly's present, the two women cut Alana's
hair to  just above the shoulders, despite Alana's protests and struggling.
Then, they  bleached the blonde locks until they were a bright platinum
blonde color. After  blowing and shaping the mane, they finally allowed Alana to
view herself in the  mirror. She was amazed at her transformation and
hardly recognized herself. What  she saw in the mirror was a strikingly beautiful
and highly erotic slave.   When she returned to her home, she was never
left alone. Kelly and Grace took  turns minding their new captive and changing
her bindings to suit whatever the  chore was that Alana wanted to pursue.
For the most part, simple shackles around  her ankles did the trick. These
allowed her the use of her hands for scraping  and sanding and painting but did
not allow her to go very far. Escape was out of  the question.
The phone rang midmorning and Kelly answered it. Then she  presented the
phone to Alana. "It's Meredith. She wants to know if you can come  over for
dinner tonight."
Alana took the phone and talked to her other  neighbor. "That's very kind
of you."
"Yes, tonight would work fine."
"All right, I'll see you at 6. Can I bring anything?"
"See you at 6  then."
In mid-afternoon, Kelly had Alana stop for the day and instructed her  new
charge to call work and request a second week off. Reluctantly, Alana did as
 she was told and was rewarded with a second week of vacation. If her firm
needed  her for a special project or meeting, she agreed to come in for one
of those  days, but other than that, she was free. "Well, freedom isn't
really the right  word," she thought.
Kelly bound Alana's wrists behind her and then bathed  her slavegirl.
Throughout the cleansing, Kelly took ample time to explore her  new property's
body. After the bath, Alana stood in the center of her bedroom as  Kelly oiled
her body, rubbing it until Alana shined in the afternoon sun.   "Oooo you
look wonderful like this. You look like a goddess," admired  Kelly.  Once her
slavegirl was glistening, Kelly took advantage of the oil  on her fingers
to play with Alana's sex, rubbing up and down, toying with the  little clit
that was peeking out of its hiding place so invitingly, and slipping  fingers
into the standing slave. Alana tried to back away but was immediately
corrected with a slap on the bottom.
Kelly pushed three fingers into Alana,  causing the girl to moan. A fourth
finger slid in alongside the first three and  Kelly kept moving her fingers
in and out of the swampy sex. A tongue flickered  over the clit, eliciting
little quivers over Alana's belly and more moans from  her lips.  "I'll bet
I could get my whole hand in there," observed  Kelly.  "Oh god no,"
protested Alana. But the intense feelings swirling in  her body were betraying her
again and she spread her legs a little wider to  accommodate the fist. Kelly
pushed exploringly getting a little deeper with each  thrust but Alana
climaxed before she could finish the experiment. "Next time, no  tongue,"
thought Kelly. "This girl just climaxes too fast." Kelly selected an  outfit for
Alana's date. A blue sundress was laid on the bed with the theory  that
blue would hide the fact that Alana would be wearing nothing beneath it.  Kelly
knew, however, that it wouldn't really hide that fact.  But it should
prevent anyone from clearly seeing the nipples or the newly shaved sex.
"I'm  trusting you to return tonight," Kelly said to Alana as they stood
inside the  door.
"Where else would I go?" asked Alana. "This is my home." "Yes. But  just
remember that you belong to me. Don't try to get cute or it could get you
in trouble. We have your signature on the contract and we have the tape." The
 threat sounded a little lame coming from the lips of a teenager. But Alana
 understood what was meant.
Alana sighed and nodded before opening the door  and leaving for her date
with the other neighbors. "At least I can't be  captured. I can only have
one owner, can't I?" she thought.
Ted and Meredith  were gracious hosts. And Ted was much better behaved when
his wife was there to  prevent any of his sexual innuendos. Meredith was a
beautiful woman, slightly  older than Alana, with flowing, wavy red locks.
Her green eyes sparkled as she  talked and Alana found her positively
captivating. Alana understood why Grace  wanted to capture and enslave this woman,
but she seemed so demure that it  wasn't clear how Grace intended to do
this.  Meredith's shyness gradually  wore away and, by the end of the meal, the
two women were gabbing incessantly.  They left Ted to fend for himself with
the television remote control as they  disappeared into the kitchen to laugh
and giggle. Within the space of an  evening, they seemed to be best
friends.  The evening ended with an  invitation for the couple to come over the
next morning to see the progress  being made on the house. Ted had to decline
the offer since he was to be away  all day at a golf tournament. Meredith
eagerly accepted the invitation, however.
Alana found Kelly waiting for her after she got back to the house. After
being briefed by Alana, the teenager called her mother and the two laid plans
 for Saturday. After Kelly hung up the phone, she told Alana about the
plans as  she gathered her pet's hands behind her back and bound them again.  "
Mom  and I are going to leave you alone tomorrow morning. We'll leave you
unbound,"  she said, "but we expect you to be naked. You can tell Meredith
whatever you  wish about why you are naked, but Mom thinks that the truth
would work best."
"Oh Kelly, how can I?" complained Alana. "I've only just met her." "
Well,  you hadn't even met Mom but you were prancing around for her pretty good
last  week."
Alana groaned. "What do I do then?"
"Well, we'll have to see how  she reacts. She might go screaming back to
her house when she sees you naked.  But Mom think she'll probably stay. So
then you give her a tour, chat with her,  serve her coffee, or even lunch. Try
to keep her here as long as you can, the  young owner explained. "We'll be
watching to see if she leaves."
"If she  doesn't stay very long, we'll have to come up with another plan.
If she does  stay for awhile, then we'll just happen to come by. And we'll
take it from  there."
"Are you going to tell her I'm your slave?"
"Not sure," replied  Kelly. "We'll have to play that by ear. But now it's
time for bed. Let's go.  I've been dying to test out that tongue of yours."
 Alana had started to move  toward the stairs but stopped dead in her
tracks when she heard that last  sentence. "You have to be kidding! I can't do
that!" "Oh, you can, sweet thing,"  smiled Kelly. "You can and you will." "
But I've never..." The words were cut off  abruptly by a hard smack to a
naked bottom that sent Alana scampering up the  stairs, followed closely by
Kelly who kept trying to get another swat in.
Kelly would have preferred Alana lying on the bed with her but didn't think
 that would work with the girl's hands tied behind her back. And she did
not want  to release the slave for fear that she would struggle or resist.
After all,  Alana was bigger than Kelly and was in great shape.
So, Kelly decided that  Alana's first taste of another woman would occur
with the slave kneeling. That  was actually quite appropriate, thought Kelly.
Slaves should spend a lot of time  kneeling before their owners.  Kelly
quickly disrobed but decided that, in  the future, she should have Alana dress
and undress her. But she would need her  hands for that, so Kelly did it
herself. Kelly then placed Alana's collar around  her neck and then attached the
leash to it to draw Alana forward as she perched  on the edge of the bed.
Tugging down on the leash urged Alana to a kneeling  position between Kelly's
legs. Kelly then leaned back, propping herself up on  her elbows so she
could watch, and instructed her property.
"I think I would  like you to call me Mistress from now on. I'm not old
enough to be a Ma'am. And  Miss doesn't sound quite right. But maybe when we
are in public I'll have you  call me Miss Kelly. For now, though, I think
Mistress would be good. What do you  think?"
Alana felt a surge of anger but was able to control her temper as  she
looked over the naked expanse of Kelly's body. "Yes Mistress," she replied.  "
I think that would be fine."
Kelly smiled brightly and then tugged on the  leash drawing Alana's face
closer to her crotch. "Time to get started. You know  what to do." "But that'
s the problem, Kel... I mean Mistress. I don't know what to  do. I've never
done this before.
"Oh," replied a surprised Kelly. "Well  that's no problem. You know what
you like. Just do that to me. And if I don't  like it, I'll correct you."
She reached for the riding crop that was lying on  the bed and swished it
through the air.  "I'm sure you'll pick up on it  quickly enough. You're a
very smart princess." Again, the leash was tugged and  Alana found her lips
pressed against the already slick petals of Kelly's sex.  Cautiously, she
poked her tongue out and tasted, for the first time, the dewy  sweetness of
another woman. And she found that it was not nearly as bad as she  had feared.
In fact, it tasted okay. She had tasted herself before as she licked  her
fingers after masturbating and that had been fine. Kelly tasted very  similar.
After the initial taste, and knowing that it was inevitable,  Alana's
tongue grew bolder. She parted the petals easily and then scooped up  between
them with a curled tongue. "I can do this," she thought.
Alana  developed a method in her mind of the perfect oral sex based on a
composite of  techniques used by the best lovers of her past. She would
flicker her tongue  over the erect clit for a few moments and then stab her tongue
deeply into  Kelly's sex. When she returned to the clit, she sucked it into
her mouth using  suction to let it pulse in and out of her lips. This drew
some praise from her  owner.
"Oooo! Like that!" squealed Kelly. "I'll have to remember that  trick!"
Alana finally released the little nubbin and used her teeth to capture  and
nibble the fleshy petals, moving her teeth up and down the length of each.
Then, she returned to scooping her tongue up through the moist valley.
Kelly was squirming on the bed at this point. Her arms were outstretched and her
 hands clutched the bedcovers. She was moaning loudly as Alana captured the
clit  with her lips again. This time, when she sucked the little bud into
her mouth,  her teeth captured it lightly and she let her tongue flutter over
the tip. It  took only seconds to elicit a groan from Kelly as her entire
body tensed in a  powerful orgasm.
"That was awesome!" proclaimed Kelly after her body stopped  shaking. "Let'
s do it again."
Alana rolled her eyes at the command but  nodded obediently. "Yes Mistress,"
 she said as she dipped her head again to use  her lips and tongue to
provide her owner with another orgasm.
Thankfully,  the second orgasm satiated Kelly who quickly drifted off to
sleep, naked on top  of the bed with her arms spread wide and her legs
dangling off the side of the  bed. This left Alana with a couple of problems.
First, her face was coated with  Kelly's juices and she desperately wanted to
wash her face and brush her teeth,  but her hands were tied behind her back.
Her bound hands contributed to her  second problem. She was tired and wanted
to go to bed but Kelly was spread over  the top of it and Alana was in no
position to move her.  The naked  slavegirl was able to partially solve the
first problem. She was able to turn on  the faucet by turning her back to the
sink and using her bound hands.  She  couldn't brush her teeth but she was
able to squeeze a little toothpaste out of  the tube, which she then scooped
up with her tongue when she turned around to  face the sink again. She ducked
her head down and sucked in some of the flowing  water to swish it around
in her mouth with the toothpaste making a crude sort of  mouthwash. Then she
rinsed her face off in the water and dried it by rubbing it  against one of
the hanging towels.
The second problem, however, seemed  insurmountable so she just crawled
onto the bed with he owner, wiggled into an  open space, and then looked for a
comfortable position. She found that there  were no comfortable positions
for girls with their hands bound behind their  backs. But lying on her side
was the least uncomfortable. That is how she fell  asleep.
She awoke once in the middle of the night to find Kelly quietly  suckling
on one of her nipples. She turned slightly to pull her nipple free but  Kelly
kept finding it. She finally left the nipple between Kelly's lips and
drifted back to sleep. In the morning, she awoke to find Kelly's back pressed
tightly against Alana's front in a spooning position.
"I slept like a baby  last night," declared Kelly as she stretched beside
the bed.
"Yes you did,  Mistress," replied Alana remembering Kelly's late night
suckling and the  near-fetal position that she found her owner in in the
morning.


Chapter 7: Baiting the Trap
===========================
Kelly  had released Alana's arms before leaving her to shower and start her
day.   Alana still had trouble getting used to her new platinum look but
found that she  was becoming accustomed to her nudity. As she surveyed her
body, she wondered if  she would eventually become uncomfortable wearing
clothes. The people in her  firm might object to her showing up naked for work.
And then again, they  probably wouldn't.
One thing was for sure, though. If she was going to be on  display all the
time, then she needed to make sure that she was able to  exercise. Every
little extra ounce would be visible. No billowy sweaters to  cover the Winter
fat were allowed for slavegirls, she reasoned.
She decided  that she would have to talk to Kelly about setting aside some
time for exercise.  Hopefully, she would at least be allowed to wear a
sports bra for that. While  she didn't consider her chest to be large, she knew
that it was ample enough to  cause discomfort if her breasts were allowed to
bounce around with reckless  abandon.
The thoughts about exercise and her figure must have influenced her  menu
choices for breakfast. She sat at the table nibbling on a piece of toast  and
sipping her coffee as she reviewed the notes she had made for the
renovation. She had already finished the trim in the living room and dining  room.
Today, she was going to roll out the walls. After that, she would at least
be able to entertain guests. "Are slaves allowed to entertain guests?" she
wondered.  By mid-morning, she had finished the living room and had one
wall completed in the dining room when she heard a knock at the front door. She
 took a deep breath, knowing that it must be Meredith, and moved toward the
door  wondering how all of this would turn out.
"Oh, hi," Alana said as she opened  the door to find Meredith on the
porch. "I'm so glad you came over."
Meredith's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my. Maybe I should come back later."
  "Oh no. Come in," said Alana, stepping aside so her guest could enter. "
Let me  just put the lid on the paint can and I'll be right back with you."
When Alana  returned, she found Meredith still standing in the entryway
with the door still  wide open. Alana closed the door and then invited her
guest into the kitchen.  "Would you like some tea?"
"Are you sure?" asked the stunned redhead. "You  don't seem like you were
expecting guests."
Alana laughed and wrapped an arm  around Meredith's waist, guiding her
toward the kitchen. "Do you mean because  I'm naked?"
"Well," replied Meredith after a pause. "Yes, I mean because  you're
naked." "Well don't knock it until you've tried it," laughed Alana again  as
she led Meredith to a chair and then started to prepare the tea. "It wasn't
my idea. But it's the best outfit for rolling out latex paint. You just
roll and  you don't care what gets splattered. And then you shower. Saves on
ruined  clothes." Meredith sat quietly at the table watching he naked neighbor
reaching  up for teacups and reaching down for teabags. It was all such a
confusing  experience for her.
"It will take a minute or two for the water to boil. How  do you like your
tea?" asked Alana as she stepped forward to address her  guest.  "With
breast," said Meredith in a daze. And then she caught  herself. "I meant with
cream."
Alana's twinkling eyes caused both women to  laugh. "I'm sorry," said
Meredith as soon as the giggles died away. "I have just  never been served tea
by a naked girl."
Alana smiled. "Me neither. But I'm  told that it's nice." The hostess
checked on the teapot but the water was still  not boiling. Then she turned
back to her neighbor. "I hope I'm not making you  uncomfortable." "No,"
replied Meredith. "Not uncomfortable. Strange, but not  uncomfortable."
"Strange?"
"A little," responded Meredith. "No. A lot.  It just feels so unusual to
be sitting here with all of my clothes on with a  beautiful naked woman."
Alana laughed. "Well there's no rule in this house that  says you have to wear
clothes. Take them off if you like."
Meredith's hands  flew up, as if protecting herself. "Oh no, I couldn't
possibly."
"Suit  yourself," said Alana as the teapot started to whistle. "There are
no rules that  say you have to be naked either."
Alana poured the tea and then sat at the  table beside Meredith. "Earlier,
you said that it wasn't your idea. Whose idea  was it that you be naked?"
Alana had wondered how she would answer this  question. But the answer ended
up flowing freely from her lips. "My owner rarely  lets me wear clothes. And
almost never in my own home."
"Oh," said Meredith,  lifting the teacup to her lips to buy time to be
able to make a response that  would not sound dumb. "Well I guess that sending
Ted over to borrow a cup of  sugar is out of the question, then." Alana
broke out laughing and Meredith  quickly joined suit. The two girls guffawed and
giggled and snorted together  until they finally settled down enough to be
able to talk.
"I guess that Ted  doesn't like being sent on errands," Alana offered.
This sent them into another  hysteria of laughter.
"You really are amazing," offered Meredith. "I can't  imagine walking
around naked like you do. But I love the fact that you can."  "Well, you're
welcome to view this is as your own private nudist colony any time  you want."
"I think I might like that," said Meredith. "And I hope you don't  think
me rude.  But I have an eleven o'clock appointment that I have to get  to.
Would you mind if I came back later?"
"Not at all." Alana showed her  guest to the door and then returned to the
kitchen in time to find Grace and  Kelly coming in the back door.  "Well?"
asked Grace.
"She had an  appointment to keep," responded Alana. "She's coming back
this afternoon."
Grace patted Alana's cheek and gave her a "good girl" before leading Kelly
 back to their house. Alana went back to her painting.  Two hours later,
the  doorbell rang again. Alana opened the door to find Meredith standing on
the  porch again.
"How's the painting going?"
"Can't you tell?" asked Alana  running her hands down her body to show off
all of the speckles. "I just  finished the dining room." "Oh great,"
replied Meredith. "You're really doing  wonders with this old place."
Alana announced that she was going to take a  shower and invited Meredith
up to the bathroom to keep her company. Meredith  decline but, when Alana
stepped out of the shower, she found Meredith sitting on  the closed toilet
waiting for her."
"You shave your sex," observed Meredith.
"Sort of," replied Alana as she toweled herself off.
"Sort of?"
"Well, it's shaved for me," said Alana. She watched Meredith for a
response  but was met with only a furrowed brow of confusion. She decided not to go
any  further into her slavery just yet though.
"So have you decided to go with  the house unrules yet?" asked Alana as
she hung up the towel.
"What do you  mean?"
"I mean," said Alana, "there are no rules that say you have to be  dressed.
" "Oh," said Meredith softly. And then she found her voice again. "Yes,
you did say that. Why do you ask? Is there another wall to be painted?"
Alana  laughed. I have tons of walls to be painted. But I'm done for today. You
wear  what you want or don't want, but I'm not in the mood to put anything
on." "Oh,"  replied Meredith again. This seemed to be her standard response
today.
"Well, if I join you, can this be just our little secret?" "It's my
house.  What happens in here is nobody's business." Alana felt a little twinge
of guilt  at that comment since she knew that the neighbors were planning on
barging in at  some point.
"Okay then. Let's try out the dress code. When in Rome..." And  with that,
Meredith shed her clothes and then followed Alana back to the kitchen  for
another cup of tea.
"You really are lovely," observed Alana as she ran  her eyes over Meredith'
s form. "Turn for me?"
Meredith blushed at the  compliment but did a slow pirouette for her
hostess.  "Very nice," observed  Alana. "This part of the neighborhood must be
the Mammary Mile. Everyone I meet  is so well endowed."
Meredith laughed. "Well, you're certainly not suffering  in that
department. You have beautiful breasts."
"They're no better than  yours," responded Alana. "And yours are so
perky. I love the way your nipples  point at me." Indeed, the nipples did seem to
be pointing like little fingers at  Alana's face.
"Earlier," Meredith said, but then paused not knowing if she  should pry.
But then, curiosity got the better of her. "Earlier you said  something
about your owner not letting you wear clothes."
Alana nodded but  remained silent.
"I've been dying to ask about that. What did you mean?"
"I'm a slave," replied Alana matter-of-factly.
"Oh," said Meredith. I  kind of thought that's what you meant. But I wasn'
t sure.
Do you like it?"
"It definitely takes some getting used to," said Alana, honestly. "And I'
m  still getting used to it."
"How long have you been a slave?"
Alana  furrowed her brow to think. "Three days."
"Wow!" exclaimed Meredith. "Is it  exciting? I mean do you like being
owned?" Alana laughed. "Ask me that in  another couple of weeks. I should know
better by then. It does have its  advantages, though. I get a lot of
pampering. I know I'm treasured. And the  orgasms have been
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo intense!" "That last part sounds  good to me," giggled Meredith. "Is
your owner a good lover?"
"Not  especially," replied Alana. "She's pretty young and still learning.
But great  sex is mostly in your mind anyways. And my mind seems to be in
overdrive when it  comes to sex these days."
"Wow!!!! You're owned by another woman?  Wowowowowow!!!! Never tried that
before!"
"Neither had I," giggled Alana.  "That took some getting used to. But it'
s actually kinda nice once you put your  mind to it." "You're amazing,"
exclaimed Meredith as she leaned against the  counter. "You're so
adventurous. Ted would never let me do things like that."  "Well maybe Ted would want
you as his own slavegirl." Meredith blushed and cast  her eyes down. "Yes,"
she said softly, "I'm sure he would."
"Do you and Ted  play any sex games?" asked a probing Alana. Meredith
simply nodded. "Does he  like to tie you up and treat you like a slave?" Again,
a nod.  "Oh honey,"  said Alana as she crossed to Meredith and hugged her.
"There's nothing to be  ashamed of. You are two consenting adults. Two
married consenting adults. You  can do whatever you want."
Meredith was surprised at the sudden embrace but  found that she liked the
feel of warm flesh and soft breasts pressing against  her. She wrapped her
arms around Alana and returned the embrace.
"How does  it make you feel to be his slave?" asked Alana.  "It's okay,"
replied  Meredith. "The sex is good when we do that. But it's still play
acting."
Alana slid a hand down to Meredith's bottom and patted it, causing Meredith
 to press her body tighter against Alana's. It was at this moment that
Grace and  Kelly walked through the back door.


Chapter 8: A Bonus  Slavegirl
============================
"Hi, Princess," said Kelly.
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Meredith, pulling away from Alana and using one
arm  to cradle and hide her breasts while using the other to cover her sex. "I'
m so  sorry Grace. I don't know what got into me."
"Nonsense," replied Grace as  she crossed the room and gave Meredith a
kiss on the cheek. "What are you  talking about?"
"Naked," stammered Meredith. "I'm naked."
Grace smiled  and then stepped in front of Meredith, grasping a wrist and
drawing the  protecting arms away from the redhead's body. "Of course you
are. Quite naked.  And quite beautiful."
"Oh god," groaned Meredith although she did not  struggle against Grace's
grip, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Grace.  Meredith glanced at Alana
looking for reassurance but only received a shrug in  reply.  "There must be
something about this house," commented Grace. It  always seems to get
beautiful women to take off their clothes." This elicited a  giggle from Kelly
who was seated at the table, observing the interaction.   "I should probably
be going," muttered Meredith but she did not make any  movement to depart.
"Nonsense," replied Grace. "Don't let us interrupt. We  should be leaving
if anyone should be. Should we leave?"
"No," replied  Meredith softly. "You don't have to go." "Then we'll
stay. I see that you are  getting acquainted with our new pet," said Grace.
Meredith's eyes flew wide  open and she quickly turned her head in Alana's
direction. "They're your  owners?"
Alana shrugged her shoulders again and nodded. "Well, actually,  Kelly is
my owner." Kelly smiled brightly.
"Oh god," was all that Meredith  could say. Grace took this opportunity to
lower Meredith's arms, placing her  hands at her sides. Meredith made no
moves to cover herself and just kept them  where Grace had put them.  Kelly
got up and walked over to Alana, placing  the collar around her neck again.
"It says Alana Montcliff. Property of  Kelly Dodd." Meredith shook her
head in disbelief. "We have one for you too,"  Grace told Meredith.
"Oh I couldn't. I'm married."
Grace smiled  knowingly. "I was too, once. It never stopped me from owning
girls.  I  don't see why it should stop you from being owned. The idea
excites you, doesn't  it?"
Meredith blushed deeply at the question and averted her eyes downward.
Grace tucked a finger under the blushing girl's chin and tilted the head upward
 to look her in the eyes. "Yes, I can see that it does," observed Grace. "
It  excites you a lot. You yearn to be my slave. You were born to be my
slave." "I...  I... I" stuttered a shocked Meredith.
"Hush, little girl," soothed Grace as  she leaned forward to lightly kiss
Meredith. "You don't have to answer. I'll  make all of your decisions for
you." Meredith fell silent. "It can be our little  secret," Grace went on.
Or we can bring Ted in on it if you prefer."
"How  would we do that?" asked Meredith in a voice just barely above a
whisper.   This response told Grace that the girl was hooked. She hadn't
rebelled. She had  simply asked how things would work.
"However it makes the most sense,"  replied Grace. She reached up and
placed a palm over each of Meredith's full,  ripe breasts and just rested them
there as she continued. "He could be a slave  or a Master. I don't know him
well enough to know which is best."
"Ted a  slave?" asked Meredith.
"Or a Master," nodded Grace. If he's slave material,  then the two of you
can be my owned couple. If he's master material, then I can  share title of
you with him. "Grace started moving her hand, letting her palms  glide over
the silken flesh of Meredith's breasts. Then, she lowered her hands  and
pulled a collar out of her pocked. She held it to the naked girl's neck and
buckled it snugly. "It says Meredith Crandall. Property of Grace Dodd." "Oh
god," said Meredith as she shuddered.
Alana watched in awe as another woman  who she had known for only a day had
become enslaved right before her eyes. And  there had been no resistance,
no struggling, no protests. She had no idea that  it was so easy to enslave
someone.
Alana also felt a little bit of guilt  over the whole matter. She realized
that she had been used as bait to trap her  neighbor. She had been given her
commands by her owner and had allowed herself  to be used to lure Meredith.
 But Meredith did not seem to mind. She seemed  to be off in some kind of
dream world, so maybe this was something she really  wanted. Maybe this was
fulfilling one of her deep dark fantasies. Alana did  think that the collar
looked very erotic against Meredith's pale skin. Maybe she  knew how sexy and
desirable slavery made her look.
Grace continued as she  let her fingers glide along the lower edge of the
collar, rubbing along the  tender flesh, also. "That was easy, wasn't it?"
she asked in a soothing voice.  "No fuss. No big decisions to make. I make
all of your decisions for you now. I  have lifted all of your responsibilities
and burdens from your shoulders."
"You only have one decision left to make and then you will be totally free.
 Do we include Ted?"
"Ted," whispered Meredith.
"You don't have to decide  this very instant, little one," said Grace as
she attached a leash to the new  collar. "Let's just relax for a bit. You
can think about it."
Grace led  Meredith into Alana's family room since the living room walls
were still wet and  all of the furniture was covered. Kelly followed with a
hand on Alana's bottom,  propelling her forward. The two owners sat side by
side on the couch. The two  slaves knelt on the floor in front of them.  "How
does it feel to have a  slave sister?" asked Kelly as she leaned forward to
lift and hold Alana's  breasts. The whole scene seemed surrealistic to
Alana. She couldn't even begin  to imagine what her new "slave sister" was
thinking.  "It feels good,  Mistress," Alana replied. Hearing the woman call the
teenager `Mistress' caught  Meredith by surprise and she whipped her head
around to stare at Alana with wide  eyes. "I like Meredith a lot." The four
women remained like this, chatting and  getting to know one another better
for close to an hour. Each woman on the couch  demonstrated their ownership
of the women on the floor by frequently fondling  breasts, caressing
shoulders and kissing. It seemed to have the effect of  acclimating Meredith to her
new status because, after a while, she stopped  blushing and tensing.
Grace talked in generalities about what would be  expected of the girls. She had
already decided that they would have to be  part-time slaves. It would be
too disruptive and costly to pluck them completely  out of their current
lives. And she thought it might be too unwieldy to have two  slaves around the
house all the time. She remembered how much work the twins had  been. And
even with the help of Kelly, she thought it would be too much to have  two
slaves all the time.  Even Kelly was going to be a handful. She was  brand new
to being an owner of slaves. Grace would have to take some time in  training
her daughter in the care and feeding of girls like Alana and Meredith.  So
that added to her decision to make the girls part-time slaves.
She talked  about their training. When she discovered that Ted would be out
of town for the  next week, she announced that she would try to line up
some lessons with a  master she knew. This caused the two kneeling girls to
glance furtively at one  another.
"And then there's the question of Ted," she concluded. "You will  have to
decide if you want him included, pet." At that point, she was rolling  the
hardened nipples of Meredith back and forth between her fingers.   Meredith
simply nodded.
"Yes, Mistress would be an appropriate response,"  said Grace as she
pinched the nipples hard, eliciting a yelp out of  Meredith.  "Yes Mistress,"
replied Meredith quickly, casting her eyes down  submissively.  Grace arranged
to be invited to dinner the next evening so  she could get to know Ted
better. She wanted to find out for herself if he was  dominant of submissive.
On Sunday night, Grace walked back into her own  house to find her daughter
watching MTV and Alana kneeling between Kelly's legs  with her face buried
in her crotch.
"Definitely submissive," announced  Grace. "It's still up to Meredith,
but if she decides that he joins us, then  I'll have my first owned couple."


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