Chapter 10
The three of us sat in the shade by the hut and talked.
The clothed Brittany was too preoccupied to acknowledge our nakedness.
Evidently things had gone from bad to worse with the older Kimberly. The two
sisters had had no fishing success and the only real food besides coconuts over
the past several days had been a dead sea turtle they attempted to cut up and
cook.
"Oh it was SO bad!" Brittany exclaimed with a teenager's manner of over
emphasizing complete disgust. "We had to cut away what the seagulls had eaten!"
The two girls giggled. I assumed the sisters were at least not starving.
Brittany commented on Jennifer's neck collar. Jennifer lifted her chin and
turned her head back and forth to give her a full display. She had come to
accept it and the collar looked natural on her as the sole adornment to her
nakedness.
"Jennifer," I said, "show Brittany your leash."
She gave me a quick look then jumped up and ran to the nearby palm to fetch
the shiny chain. She handed it to me and I motioned for her to bend over. I
brushed her hair aside and clipped the leash to her collar. Jennifer stood up
and looked at her friend sheepishly.
"This is what all proper slave girls wear," I said smiling at Brittany. I
tugged the leash and Jennifer responded by sinking to her knees beside me.
Brittany stared at her young friend then looked at me. She looked down at the
sand and moved her feet back and forth to make a small pile.
"I came here to ask to stay with you too," she said staring downward. She
blushed. She looked up at me. "Kimberly is such a bitch, I can't take it
anymore! I miss you guys."
I gave her an understanding smile.
"You know the rules Brittany," I said simply.
Blushing again Brittany replied, "I will do whatever you want... Please?"
I let a moment pass.
"Well, slave girls need to be naked for starters," I said. "And you can throw
your underwear in the fire. We will use the rest for rags." I motioned toward
the slightly smoldering rock-rimmed pit.
I assumed by the determined way the teenager stood up, went to the fire,
stripped and discarded her apparel that this decision had been previously made.
Nude, she came back to kneel next to her friend who put her arm around her.
"We will have so much fun," Jennifer giggled.
I reached over and unfastened Jennifer's leash.
"Go get that other collar," I told her. Jennifer jumped up and ran into the
hut to emerge with an inch-wide length of woven colored wire almost like her
own.
Brittany turned to me and asked, "How did you know?"
"A good Master can always tell," I ad-libbed. "Now crawl to me."
Looking at me with her delightfully innocent expression she leaned forward
and obeyed. She crawled between my spread legs and looked up at me with those
big blue eyes. I fastened the collar by interweaving the wire and within minutes
the loose collar was hers permanently
"Sit back," I ordered. She knelt before me. She ran a finger up to the
unaccustomed weight feeling the large attached metal washer.
"How's it look, Jen?" she asked, looking at her friend anxiously. "Kimberly
will have a such a major fit when she sees this!"
I reached up and clipped the leash to my new slave. She looked delightfully
self-conscious as she blushed under my scrutiny.
"Speak of the devil... here comes Kimberly," I said looking down the beach at
an approaching storm.
