Change of Fortune

Change of Fortune

Part 1

Chapter 1:  The appointment

Laura pulled to the side of the road and felt a chill snake down her spine.  She looked ahead and saw the lights indicating her destination but did not feel ready to drive further.  ‘Surely, there must be some other way', she thought, but nothing came to mind.  She took a deep breath to try to calm her nerves and remembered the events leading to this night.

She had been in the center of the society for the past five years.  She married Jim when she was 26 and the two of them circulated among the city's finest circles.  They had their first daughter a year later.  The second daughter arrived three months ago, and they were the envy of everyone they knew.

Even Laura thought that her life was perfect.  Jim was a loving and attentive husband.  And he had always been a good provider.  She was treated to club memberships, shopping trips, spas, personal trainers, and anything else that she could imagine.  Life was perfect.

Then the bottom dropped out of their life.  Jim's business contacts simply dried up during the recession.  He laid off employee after employee but could not cut his costs fast enough to keep up with the drop in his earnings.  He started borrowing money, although Laura was not aware of this until much later.  She wondered if anything would have turned out differently if Jim had consulted with her before he got into so much debt.

She sighed as she realized that nothing would have been different, in all likelihood.  But now she was the one to face the effects of the poor judgments.  Jim had described to her how things had led to tonight.

Jim had relied on a mentor for years.  Benjamin had always provided sound advice when Jim had asked him for help.  Jim's only fault was that he did not ask Ben for advice as frequently as he should have.  Finally, when things seemed so bleak that Jim was actually contemplating suicide so that Laura could benefit from his life insurance policy to bail herself out of debt, Jim went back to Benjamin once again.

“I don't know what went wrong.  We had plenty of clients.  We had plenty of repeat business.  That should tell you something about the quality of our work.  Then it all just stopped,” Jim told Benjamin in the coffee shop where they generally met.

“Why do you think it stopped?” asked Ben.

“I have no idea” replied Jim.  “The economy slowed, but not enough to explain this.  People are generally more distrustful these days since the terrorist activity, but that wouldn't explain what we have seen.  I just don't know.”

“I'm sure that it is troubling to you to see your business falter like this.”

“Falter!!  This isn't faltering.  This is dying!” exclaimed Jim as he tried to maintain his composure.  He was on the verge of losing everything.

“Yes,” replied Benjamin as he puffed on his pipe.  “I always understate things.  It's a fault of mine.  How can I help?”

“I don't know, Ben.  I honestly don't.  It's like there is a curse on my business.  No clients call.  Nobody wants to talk to me.  It's almost as if someone has put the word out not to do business with me.  But I don't understand that.  We have always been everyone's favorite.”

“Perhaps I could ask around.  Maybe I could learn something,” he said.  “Would you like me to do that?”

“Oh yes.  Please.  Anything.  Thank you, Ben.”  And that meeting ended.

Several days later, Jim and Benjamin met again.  This time, they were in a different coffee shop, but a coffee shop nonetheless.  Jim was becoming even more anxious and was desperate to hear what Ben had to say.

“Is there any hope?” asked Jim, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer to his question or not.

“There is always hope, Jim,” replied Ben.  Ben smiled warmly.  While Jim was only 39, Ben had just turned 60 and had that disarming combination of seasoning that comes with a weathered face and white hair and the smile that most politicians would have killed for.  He could make anyone feel at ease with just the turn of his lips.

“What did they say?” Jim asked, although the smile had already told him that he was in good hands.

Benjamin took a long puff of his pipe and then exhaled the smoke slowly.  He paused as if he were trying to compose his thoughts before speaking.  “It seems that someone has put out the word that you have been defrauding your clients in your billings and your research.  Someone has told all of your clients that they have been tricked.”

“What?!?!?!” gasped Jim in total shock.  “What are you talking about?  That never happened.  My clients know that.  Who is making this up?”

“Calm down, Jim,” said Ben as he took another puff on his pipe.  “You and I both know that you aren't capable of the things they are saying.  You are the best out there.  And I want to help.”

Jim was still shaking his head in disbelief.  “I can't believe that they would believe that trash.”

“People believe the oddest things” mused Benjamin as he blew a smoke ring into the air.  “Fortunately, we don't believe it.  And, as you know, I sit on many boards.  I could get you into a fair number of clients.  In fact, with my connections, I could provide you with a lifetime of work.  So all is not lost.”

The shaking of Jim's head slowed gradually as he listened to his mentor.  He eventually raised his eyes and looked over at his older friend.  “You would do that for me?”

“Of course.  I would be only too happy to help you with your career.”

“Oh my gosh.  All of this worrying for nothing.  I should have come to you sooner.  I can't thank you enough,” gushed Jim.  “I'll make you proud.  We won't let you down.”

Benjamin leaned forward and blew a ring of smoke at Jim.  “You are right, my boy.  You won't let me down.  And you will make me proud.  But I'm not sure that I would say that you worried for nothing.  What I am offering you has worries of its own.”

Jim cocked his head to the side indicating that he was confused.  “I don't understand.  What would I worry about?”

Ben leaned back again and struck a pose that belonged in academia, with one leg over the other and the elbow of the arm holding the pipe resting on a knee.  “Worry may be the wrong word.  Regret might be a better word.  I am providing you with a business opportunity.  I am making you a proposition.  I am offering to enter into an agreement with you.  You may not be pleased with the terms of the agreement, however.

“Now you are confusing me even more” Jim said, not knowing how to better pursue the conversation.

Benjamin cleared his throat and then leaned forward again, looking Jim directly in the eyes.  “What I am offering you is a stream of clients.  They will use your services without question.  You will be rich from the fees that you charge them.  What I am requiring from you in return is Laura.”

Jim blinked and then shook his head to try to clear it.  “I don't understand.  You want what?”

“Not what.  Who.  I want your wife,” he smiled.  “Not full time, mind you.  No, I am a reasonable man.  I want her on an occasional basis.  Perhaps one day per week.  There would need to be a longer period initially, of course, because she would need to be trained.  But, after that, I think that one twenty-four hour period per week should be sufficient.  And just think of all of the wealth that you will be accumulating because of all of this.”

The conversation continued for a while.  And then resumed two days later after Jim had been able to shake off the initial shock.  It had been hard for Jim to picture his friend wanting his wife.  Especially because he thought that Ben was happily married to Diana.  When Jim arrived for the second meeting, Diana was sitting beside Ben sipping on her cup of coffee.

“Hello, Ben” she gushed as she held out her hand for him to kiss.  “It's so good to see you.  And how are Laura and the girls?”

The question caught him completely off-guard.  He had been expecting to be confronting Ben alone.  And here was Ben's wife asking about his wife and family.  Jim and Laura had two daughters.  One was three years old.  The other was only three months old.  But he was not expecting anything like this kind of topic.

“They're… they're… they're fine I guess, Diana,” he stumbled through.  “Thanks for asking.”

Diana waved her hand through the air imperiously and flicked her head to the side, “Oh Jim.  No need for thanks.  We care for Laura.  And of course we wish the best for you and the girls also.”

Jim felt a shiver race through him as he tried to digest the words that he had just heard.  It was obvious to him that Diana was in on this arrangement and that troubled him even more, although he wasn't sure quite why.

The conversation at that meeting quickly became a blur to Jim.  It was all just so surreal.  People just don't give or sell people like that.  And yet he was, in essence, being asked to sell his wife to this elderly couple.  True, it was just going to be a part-time arrangement, but his wife, and the mother of his children, was still going to be a slave to Ben and Diana if he went through with this.

Two weeks later, Laura was parked down the street from Ben and Diana's home.  Even though Jim had tried to raise the subject delicately, she had still been appalled at the idea.  But the economic reality finally set in on her and she realized, as did Jim, that they had no choice.  Reluctantly, she agreed to meet with Benjamin and Diana Holcomb, although she told Jim that it was just for an initial meeting.  She insisted that she had not agreed to anything more than that.

Finally, she put the car back in gear and crept forward until she was at the gate of the Holcomb residence.  She announced herself and the gate swung open.  When she pulled up to the front of the huge home, Diana was out front to welcome her.

“Oh Laura, dear” she effused.  “I'm so glad you could make it.  Please come in.”

Laura was even more confused by the greeting.  It was as if Diana was greeting some kind of long lost friend or relative.  Maybe she was confused about what was going on.  She put the car in park and got out, finding herself engulfed in Diana's arms as she received a kiss on the cheek.  She followed Diana up the steps and into the house.

“Let me take your coat, dear,” said the silver-haired woman as she turned Laura around and peeled the coat off of her shoulders, hanging it neatly in the closet.  “And you can place the rest of your clothes on that table there,” she said, pointing to an antique in the front hallway.

“Excuse me,” Laura blinked.

“Oh dear, please don't make this more difficult than you have to” replied Diana as she left Laura behind, moving into the living room.  “You and I both know the terms of the agreement.”

Laura bit her lower lip.  She had not expected things to move so fast.  But she did, indeed, know the terms of the agreement.  And those terms required that she do whatever was asked of her.  Even though she had not fully agreed to go through with this, she thought it best to act in the best faith possible until she could make up her mind.  So she stayed in the hallway and started removing her clothes.  A few minutes later, she walked into the living room in only a bra and her panties.

“Ahem,” said Diana as she glanced up at Laura's arrival.  “I think that you were to remove your clothes.”

“But surely…” Laura started to say, but was cut off by Diana's tut-tuts and the wave of a finger.  The finger directed Laura to go back the way she came, which she did.  Moments later, she reemerged completely naked.

“Much better,” smiled Diana.  “Much, much better.  Do come here and join me for some wine, dear.”

Laura stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, unsure of what to do.  Finally, with one arm draped across her chest and the other protecting her sex from the view of her hostess, she crossed the room and sat next to Diana on the couch where Diana had indicated.

“I wasn't at all sure about this arrangement,” Diana started as she poured a glass of wine for Laura, “but I am starting to think that this might work out just fine.  You are lovely, dear.  Did you know that?”

Laura felt herself blush at the compliment even deeper than she had already been blushing, thinking that she must be a bright red at that point.  She cast her eyes down and stared into her glass of wine.  “Thank you Diana.”

“And to think that you just gave birth to another child,” continued Diana.  “What was it?  Four months ago?”

“Three months ago, actually.  Kaitlin will be three months old on Tuesday.”

“My, my” smiled Diana.  “You certainly got your form back quickly.  Do you exercise, my dear?”

“Yes.  I have always exercised.  And I have worked especially hard after this one.”

Diana nodded.  “Well it certainly shows.  As I said, you are lovely.  You are definitely a keeper.”  She laughed at that comment.  “At least I know that we will be keeping you.”

Laura again felt her blush deepen and spread as the full reality of her situation started to set in.  She was sitting naked in the house of a friend because her husband had essentially sold her to this woman and her husband.  Now she had no idea what would become of her.

“Please stand up for me, dear,” said Diana as she set her glass down on the table beside her.  “Let me get a good look at you.”

Laura took a deep breath as she set her glass down also and slowly rose.  She remained facing away from the sofa with Diana still off to her side.  “Step over here in front of me, dear.  I can't get a good look at you the way you are.”

Laura did as she was ordered and ended up facing Diana and being uncomfortably close to the older woman.  “Turn for me so I can appreciate the whole package.”  Again, Laura complied and did a slow turn, feeling Diana's fingers brushing over her nudity as she did so.

“Yes, very nice.  Very nice, indeed.  I think that we made an excellent bargain, don't you, dear?” asked Diana once Laura had stopped turning and was once again facing toward the couch.

“I'm not at all sure about this bargain, Diana,” she replied in a quivering voice.

“Of course you aren't” continued Diana.  “This is all so very new to you.  It must be happening very fast.  You have never been owned before, have you?”

“Of course not” responded Laura quickly.  “People aren't owned in this day and age.”

“Oh, but that's where you are wrong, little one” said Diana with a smile.  “You are living proof of that.  You are owned as surely as I own this house or this glass of wine.”

Again, Laura felt that chill snake down her spine leaving gooseflesh over most of her body.  The whole scene was unreal and was making her feel very uncomfortable.

“Oh my” exclaimed Diana upon seeing the goose bumps.  “Are you cold?  I turned up the heat to try to make you comfortable but you look as if you are chilled.”

“No.  I'm fine.  The temperature is really quite comfortable.  I must have caught a draft or something.”

Diana nodded and then stood, reaching out and lovingly caressing Laura's cheek with her fingers.  “That's good.  Can't be having my new property getting sick on me, can I?”

Laura shook her head in agreement without thinking and then realized how foolish she must have seemed to be agreeing with Diana's last statement.  ‘She can't really think of me as her property, can she?” she thought.

Diana reached out and placed a palm under each of Laura's breasts, lifting them and holding them as if weighing them.  “You are quite well endowed, my dear.  I truly had no idea until this evening.  You must go to great pains to hide them.  What size are they?”

Laura had fought the urge to flee as she saw Diana's hands reaching for her chest but could only watch in disbelief as the silver-haired woman claimed her breasts.  “Right now they are 38D,” she replied feeling as if she were in a fog.  “Normally, I am a 36C, though.”

“Right, right,” nodded Diana as she started to bounce the breasts lightly in her palms.  “Nursing, I suppose?”

Laura could only nod in response as she watched Diana playing with her breasts seeing them jiggling and swaying.  “That's wonderful.  Benjamin drinks his tea lightened.  I'm sure that he will enjoy having you personally lighten it for him.”

Again, the blush crept across her cheeks and chest at the idea of having to serve her breast milk to the older man.

“I myself prefer my tea and coffee black.  But I do so very much enjoy fresh milk.”  Diana looked deep into Laura's eyes and smiled as she let her last remark sink in.  Then she released Laura's left breast and, using the fingers from her free hand, started to stroke and manipulate the right nipple in a milking motion.  She lowered her head and opened her mouth as she tried to coax some of the mother's milk out of her captive.

This was all too much for Laura.  She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly as the skilled fingers teased her sensitive nipple, sending unwanted thrills through her naked body.  She bit harder trying to stifle a moan as she felt her body betraying her and becoming aroused by the attention to her nipple.  Suddenly, she heard a squeal and then laughter, causing her to open her eyes and look.

Diana had finally coaxed the milk from Laura's breast but it had missed her mouth and sprayed her cheek instead.  Diana was still laughing as she wiped the milk from her cheek and then leaned forward to kiss the nipple.  “That will take a bit more practice, I'm afraid.  We'll have to tame that one.”  Then she straightened up and smiled again.  “But we have lots of time for taming, don't we, my dear?”

“Yes, I suppose,” responded Laura numbly.

“Good, I'm glad we agree” said Diana cheerily as she sat on the sofa again.  “Now kneel here at my feet and let's talk about the rules.  I'm afraid we don't have as much time as we would like tonight.  But we will be sure to spend lots of time together in the future and we can get to know each other thoroughly then.”

Laura knelt and looked up and listened as Diana rattled off a number of her rules.  Laura had difficulty concentrating on listening, however, because Diana had claimed her breasts again and was toying with them as she talked.  Laura learned that she was to call Diana ‘Mistress' and Benjamin was to be referred to as ‘Master.'  Her initial visit was to start on Saturday morning and she would be returned home the following Saturday.  Benjamin and Diana were going to take her to their lake home for a week of training.  After that, they would require Laura for one twenty four hour period per week, although they may combine weeks if they wanted to have her in attendance for more than twenty four hours.  Generally, she would be collected in the morning and returned home the following morning.  There were a lot of other rules, but Laura didn't remember them once she got back into her car.  She was sure that she would be reminded of them in the future.

When she got home, she found a husband who should have been concerned and anxious but was, instead, elated.  He had just landed a new client as a result of Benjamin's intervention and was overjoyed.  Laura could only shake her head in disgust at Jim's thoughtlessness.  He never even asked about her evening.  Jim spent the night in the guest room as Laura fumed.

Chapter 2:  The arrival

The next two days went much too quickly.  Laura spent most of that time alone with her two daughters, since her husband was busy with his business.  Jennifer was toddling around and getting into mischief most of the time, especially when Laura was busy nursing Kaitlin.  It was during nursing that Laura had the most difficulty.  She would look down at her darling baby daughter and see her suckling on her breast only to be reminded of Diana claiming that same breast as her own personal property.  Laura wasn't sure if she could ever view nursing the same way as before.

Finally, the weekend arrived.  Jim had magnanimously offered to spend the weekend with his two daughters and had arranged for his parents to take care of the two girls for the next week.  He seemed to be adjusting fine to the new conditions.  But Laura was feeling butterflies in her stomach every time that she thought about what would happen on Saturday morning.

Finally, the dreaded day arrived and Laura walked numbly from the front door toward the limousine that was waiting for her.  The driver held the door for her and then closed it before she could even wave to her husband and daughters.  And she knew that they would not be able to see her wave through the heavily tinted windows.

Once the driver entered the car, he lowered the window separating the two compartments.  Without even looking back at her, he told her that she was to remove her clothes.  The window was raised before she could even protest or ask a question.  She took a deep breath and then started unbuttoning, unzipping and unclasping.  Soon she was naked once again.

Thirty minutes or so passed and the window between the two compartments was lowered again.  Again, the driver never looked back.  This time, however, he reached his arm through and held a jewelry box in his hand.  “I have been instructed to collect your wedding band and engagement ring, Ma'am,” he said.

Laura opened her mouth to protest but closed it and just sobbed in the back seat.  It just wasn't fair.  It was as if every shred of decency and modesty was being stripped away from her.  But, knowing that she had no choice, she pulled her rings off and dropped them into the box.  She spent the rest of the trip staring blankly at the trees and houses that sped by the car.

Eventually, she felt the uneven ride of a dirt road and knew that she had arrived at the lake house.  She had been there twice before, but under much different circumstances.  For one thing, she had been clothed.  And she had been there with her family.  And, finally, she had been free.  This time, things were very different.

The limousine stopped and the driver quickly exited and then opened her door, revealing Diana standing beside the drive to welcome her.

“I don't think that you have ever seen this place in the daylight, dear.  You always come here when we are having those dreadfully boring parties.  Come out and let me show you around.”  Diana was animated as she greeted her new guest, leaving Laura totally confused.  Laura slowly emerged from the vehicle and quickly found herself engulfed in Diana's arms feeling the hands sliding up and down her naked flesh.

“Let's take a walk, little one,” said Diana as she finally grasped Laura's hand and dragged her away from the car.  “I'm sure you will learn all about this place eventually, but at least let me show you some of my favorite spots.”

Diana led the naked girl across the yard and through a narrow path until the two of them emerged into a clearing.  Diana started giggling and dropped to the ground, pulling Laura with her.  “This is my naughty spot” she said through her laughter.  “This is where I can do anything that I want.  Isn't it great?”

“Yes, it's very nice” replied Laura.

Diana cleared her throat and narrowed her eyes at Laura.  “What did you say?”

Laura was confused for a moment but then realized the instructions that she had received a few evenings earlier.  “I meant that it is very nice, Mistress.”

Diana smiled and then laid back in the grass.  “Yes.  It's very nice.  And it's very nice being a Mistress.  I think that I will like this.  Have you thought about what this week will be like?  I can't imagine what is running through that beautiful head of yours.”

Laura sighed and shook her head.  “No, Mistress.  I have tried not to think about it.”

Diana kicked her legs up into the air and scissored them like a schoolgirl.  “Well I have thought about it a lot.  It's all new and exciting for me.  I have never owned a girl before.  And even if I had, I'm sure that she would not have been as beautiful as you.”

Laura didn't have any idea how to respond to that comment but settled for a simple, “Thank you, Mistress.”  That seemed to suffice because it did not elicit any kind of correction.

Diana suddenly sat up and tugged on Laura's arm, which she had been holding the entire time, until Laura was draped across Diana's outstretched legs.  Again, Laura closed her eyes tightly trying to shut out what was happening to her as she felt Diana's fingers trailing lightly over her legs and bottom and back.  “You have such lovely skin.  Did you know that?  Did you know how unblemished and soft and supple it is?  Did you know how appealing it looks in the sunlight?” she babbled on and on, not giving Laura a chance to respond.  Laura thought that was good, though, because she had no idea how she would possibly respond to those questions.

Diana slipped her hand between Laura's thighs and immediately felt the legs closing and trapping her hand.  She used her other hand to quickly slap one of the beautiful bottom cheeks and then smiled as the thighs opened slightly.  She slid her hand higher until she found the treasure between the two legs and then gave another slap to the bottom cheek, although this one was merely playful.

“Aren't you the little fibber?” she asked jestingly.  “You talk about not wanting this and how unfair it is and you act so reluctant.  But you are simply a fountain down here!”

“Oh Diana stop it!” exclaimed Laura as she tried to rise up from her embarrassing position.  This immediately brought a forceful spank to her exposed bottom and she stopped moving.

“Excuse me?” asked Diana.

“I'm sorry Mistress.  I don't know what got into me.”

“Much better” said Diana as she let her fingers continue to roam and explore.  “You will have to work on that.  Can't be having you jumping up and fighting everything that happens.  It's all a state of mind, I think.  We just have to work on that state for you.  I think that you keep thinking of yourself as Laura the wife and mother.  That just won't do around here, will it dear?”

“No Mistress,” replied Laura as she felt Diana's fingers continue to stroke her sex feeling her unwanted arousal being discovered and spread over her wet labia.

“No it won't.  Exactly right, dear,” continued Diana as her fingers were enjoying the way that Laura's sex was unfolding to her fingers and the way that the girl's bottom cheeks kept clenching together every time she touched her clitoris.  “You are no longer Laura the wife and mother.  You are now Laura the property of Benjamin and me.  Isn't that right?”

“Yes Mistress” gasped Laura as Diana's fingers pinched her clitoris at the end of her question.

“Yes.  Exactly.  Not Laura the wife and mother.  Maybe we should give you a new name for your new status.  Or maybe a number.  Would that make you feel more comfortable?”

“Oooohhhhhh” gasped Laura as her clit was pinched again and two fingers slid into her sex.  “Oh no Mistress.  I like my name.  I would prefer to be called by it.”

Diana suddenly pulled her fingers out of Laura and then stood up, sending Laura sprawling.  “Then be sure to respond appropriately when your name is used, little one.  Otherwise, you will be given a new identity around here.”  Diana leaned down and glared into Laura's eyes with a ferocity that she would not have thought possible from the older woman, making Laura tremble anew.  “Do we understand each other?”

“Ye..ye..yes Mistress” trembled Laura as she realized that this was more than a game or simple amusement to Diana.

Diana strode from the clearing and Laura scrambled to her feet to follow.  She quickly emerged into a field but stopped dead in her tracks as she saw that there were other people there.  Instinctively, she raised her arms to cover herself.  Diana had anticipated this response and had pulled a slender limb off of a nearby tree, which she quickly swished through the air and sliced into Laura's unprotected bottom.

The next moments were filled with shrieks and dancing and two beautifully bouncing breasts.  Diana swished again to make sure that the entertainment did not end too soon and then finally spoke.  “When I want you covered, I will cover you.  When I want you exposed, I will expose you.  Do not presume to anticipate my will.  Understood?”

“Yes Mistress,” sobbed Laura as she felt the twin assaults still burning on her bottom.  She lowered her arms and followed her new owner, feeling totally humiliated and defeated as she walked past the gardeners who were pruning the hedges.  She kept her eyes cast down so that she could not tell if they were ogling her or not.  But she did wonder what they were thinking.  She wondered if a naked girl was a normal occurrence at the lake or if she was the first one to be paraded by them.

Diana continued on and led her new possession down a gentle hill toward a barn.  “The previous owners used to keep horses here.  We are not here enough each year to warrant filling the stables.  But I wanted to show you what we found in here when we were cleaning up last year.  I think that you might end up spending some time in here.”

They walked through the door with Diana in front and Laura following closely behind.  Laura blinked to try to adjust to the darkness and lost track of where Diana had gone.  When her eyes had finally adjusted, Diana was nowhere to be seen.  Unsure what she was supposed to do, Laura just stood there in the darkness.

Suddenly, a light came on and Laura had to blink again to get used to the brightness.   “Over here,” she heard, and she started off in the direction of the voice.

“What do you think of this?” asked Diana, holding up what looked like a bunch of leather straps and metal rings.

“It looks like tack” replied Laura.  “Mistress” she quickly added.

“Yes, yes it's tack, I'm sure.  But take a closer look.”  She laid it on a table and spread it out.  “It's much too small for a horse.  Know what I think it is?”

Laura shook her head honestly.  “No Mistress.  I have no idea.”

“Well, ever since we cleaned this place out and discovered this stuff, I have been curious.  I have been searching the web and I think I have figured it out.  This is tack for a ponygirl,” she proclaimed proudly.  “In fact, you have this tack to thank for your current status.”

Laura stared blankly at Diana, not understanding what she meant.  Diana finally realized that Laura did not have a clue about ponygirls and went on to explain.

“Ponygirls are slave girls who are treated as ponies.  They are still human but they are groomed and trained.  They sometimes pull a ponycart.  Sometimes they are raced.  Some people apparently even breed them for pony boys and pony girls.”  She paused and sighed.  “I'm not sure that our society is ready for that yet, though.”

Diana held the mass of strips and metal up to Laura's face.  “Don't you see?  These were designed for human ponies?  Once I figured that out, then I got all hot and bothered by the idea of having a slavegirl of my own.  Just had to have one.  And now I do.”

She smiled proudly once again as she set the tack aside.  “And such a beautiful slavegirl I have.”  She reached out and gave one of Laura's nipples a tweak, eliciting an instant yelp.

“Now come along” she said as she set the tack down and headed out of the barn.  “I still haven't decided if I am going to have you trained as a pony.  Or a house pet.  Or a maid.  Or just a sex slave.  Maybe even an ornament.  I just don't know.  Decisions, decisions!!!!”

Diana strode quickly across the expansive lawn toward the house with Laura scrambling behind her.  Again, she kept her eyes down to avoid the stares of the gardeners and breathed a sigh of relief once they arrived safely at the door.  She stood behind Diana waiting for her to open the door so that she could get into the protection of the house.  She didn't understand why Diana was just standing there until her owner turned and glared at her again, “Well?” Diana asked.

Laura practically jumped out of her skin as she realized her mistake.  She quickly moved around Diana and opened the door holding it for the older woman muttering “sorry Mistress.”

“Much better,” exclaimed Diana as she strode through the door with Laura following right behind her.  Diana kept walking through the house until they reached a large wooden door.  When Diana stopped in front of the door, Laura did not waste any time in rushing around her to open it and hold it for Diana to walk through.

They walked down a dark flight of stairs until Diana flicked on the lights when they were near the bottom.  Laura looked around at the stone-walled cellar wondering why she was being shown a basement.

“How do you like it, little one?” asked Diana.

“It's a nice basement, Mistress,” responded Laura.

Diana laughed, “It's not a basement, dear.  It's a dungeon.  I expect that you will be spending a lot of time here in the future.”

Laura furrowed her brow in confusion and looked around the room again, paying closer attention to its contents.  Slowly, it started to dawn on her as her eyes traveled over what she had taken to be just old discarded furniture and tools.  She shuddered involuntarily as she saw a table with straps attached at the corners and sides.  She felt a chill snake down her spine as she saw the chains hanging from the ceiling, the rings embedded in the walls and floor, and the whips dangling threateningly from a rack in a corner.  “Oh my” was all she could say.

“Lovely, isn't it?” asked Diana.  “We haven't tried it all yet, so I will be anxious to experiment with you.  We had to be very discrete when we purchased all of this stuff so we didn't get a chance to actually see it being used.”

Laura remained quiet but her eyes continued to explore the room.  She recognized some things that she had seen in old movies as implements of torture:  a rack for stretching a victim; an iron maiden for encasing and tormenting some poor person, and hoping that poor person was not going to be her but knowing that it probably would be;  a brazier with several brands lying in it; long needles, narrower than knitting needles but just as long.  The whole scene was something that nightmares are made of.  She was realizing just how little she knew about and understood Diana and her husband.

Diana reached out and took Laura's hand, leading the helpless girl slowly around the room to inspect each item more closely.  Diana would comment on the objects and instruments pointing out all of the “fascinating” and “delicious” aspects of each.  It was when Diana held the point of one of the needles to the side of Laura's left breast that Laura thought that she might faint.  She looked down fearfully, feeling the sharp tip denting her tender flesh as Diana continued to ramble on.

“This is supposed to be very exotic, although I would imagine that it would also be a bit painful” she said.  “I have never tried it but maybe someday we will experiment with these and see what all of the fuss is about.”  Then she set the needle down and Laura resumed her breathing, feeling her pulse slowly returning to normal.

At long last, Diana led her charge upstairs, smiling to herself as she realized that the girl was trembling.  ‘Maybe that little display will make her think twice before resisting again,' she thought.

Chapter 3:  Two owners

Benjamin came home from his trip the next day and found Diana being served lunch by a very naked Laura.  “Lovely addition to the household, don't you think dear?”

“Oh my yes,” replied Diana as she gave Laura a pat on her bottom.  “She's delightful.”

Benjamin plopped down in the chair next to Diana and then smiled up at Laura.  “What do you have for me?”

“What would you like Master?” asked Laura, remembering her lessons from Diana.

“What do you have to offer?” asked Benjamin, teasingly.

Laura blushed at the question, not knowing exactly what her owner meant.  “I have served Mistress some crab salad.  Would you care for some?”

“No.  No salad for me.  Maybe just some tea for the moment.”

“Yes Master,” she replied quickly before scurrying back to the kitchen to prepare some tea.  She returned soon after with a tray with two cups, a pot of hot water, cream and sugar.  She put a teabag into a cup and then poured the water in before stepping back and awaiting further instructions.

“I like my tea lightened,” he said without making a move toward the creamer.

“Yes Master,” replied Laura as she reached for the tray.

“Don't bother, girl.  I'll do it myself.”  And with that, he grasped Laura's nipple and pulled her until she was leaning over the table.  Laura gasped but did not fight the indignity being forced on her.  Benjamin slid his cup across the table and then, using his fingers, started manipulating Laura's breast using his fingers to slide down the soft curves toward the nipple.  Laura felt her face turn crimson as she realized that she was being milked but realized that she had no choice in the matter.  Benjamin kept stroking the soft breast squirting the mothers milk into his cup until he was satisfied with the color of his tea.  Then he held the cup to his lips and tasted it.

“Mmmmmmm.  Just the way I like it.”

Laura remained bending over the table, uncertain about what she could do.  Eventually, Benjamin gave her a swat on her bottom and laughed.  You make a lovely cow like that.  But I think that your Mistress may have need of you.

“Yes Master,” replied a very confused girl.  “May I get anything for you Mistress?”

“No, pet.  I'm just fine.  Just come kneel by me so that I can enjoy you.”   Laura complied and knelt between Diana and Benjamin, feeling Diana's fingers tracing lazily down her back and occasionally through her hair.  “She is doing very well, Ben.  I think we made a very good deal.”

“Yes, love.  I see that.  She's a definite keeper.”

After the dishes were cleared and washed, Laura was summoned into the living room.  Diana was sitting in a chair and Benjamin was sitting on the couch.  It was Diana who spoke first.  “Your Master is very pleased with your obedience.  He asked about your skills.  And I had to tell him that I did not know how you were.  So we want to test you in some other ways.  Please remove your Master's pants.”

“Oh,” gasped Laura as she blushed.  “Yes Mistress.”  She went to the couch and leaned down to unzip Benjamin's pants, realizing that she knew where this was heading.  She tried to think of ways to remain faithful to her husband, but nothing realistic entered her mind.  “But,” she thought, “he was the one who got me into this.  He basically sold me to them.  So I guess I don't have to worry about being faithful.”

Despite her rationalization, Laura's hands were trembling and her fumbling fingers took a long time to unfasten the pants.  Then she slowly drew the pants down Benjamin's legs.  She averted her eyes at first, but eventually she had to pay attention to the thing that she wanted to avoid.  She glanced furtively at first, seeing a flaccid cock resting on Benjamin's thigh.  As soon as she spied it, she averted her gaze again.  She repeated this several times, hoping that she would gather enough courage to be able to address it, but each time she chickened out and glanced away again.

“Is it misshapen?” asked an amused Benjamin.  “Maybe the color is wrong?”

“Oh no Master.  There is nothing wrong.  It's beautiful,” gushed Laura, immediately regretting her words.

“Then why do you keep looking away?”

“I'm sorry.  I'm just not used to looking at those things.”

“Those things?” asked Benjamin with mock indignation.  “I never considered it as one of those things.”

Laura groaned, realizing that she had insulted Benjamin.  “I didn't mean the way that it sounded.  I just meant that I have not seen many.  And none since I met Jim.”

Benjamin turned to Diana and smiled.  “It seems like she is bashful.  Maybe she needs some support.”

“Laura, dear,” started Diana.

“Yes Mistress?”

“You do know what a cock looks like, don't you?”

Laura blushed again.  “Yes Mistress.”

“And you do know how they work, don't you?”

“Yes Mistress,” Laura whispered in response.

“Then show your Master that you know how they work and stop acting like a teenager.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Laura in resignation.  With that, she knelt between Benjamin's legs and reached out lifting the semi-hard cock with one hand and stroked it a moment before lowering her head to it.  After wrapping her lips around the tip, it did not take long for the cock to become hard and Laura started moving her lips up and down the shaft.

“She's good,” said Benjamin in a business-like manner.  Laura thought that it would have been better to hear a little arousal or lustiness in the voice.  But Benjamin spoke as if he were simply appraising a cook's recipe or a clerk's filing of some papers.

“I told you that she was the one to recruit.  I think that she has what it takes.”

“I agree.  Would you mind if I took her for a spin?” asked Benjamin.  “Or would you prefer to work on her more first?”

“Please help yourself.  I'm curious to see what we have to work with.”

With that, Benjamin reached down and entwined his fingers in Laura's silken blonde hair tugging her head up until his cock slipped out of her mouth with an audible pop.  “Come up here and take a ride, pet,” he said.

Laura chose not to respond, but knew what was expected of her.  She tried to shut everything out of her mind but as Benjamin pulled her into her lap, he turned her so that she was facing Diana.  This placed Diana in the center of her vision and thoughts.

Benjamin positioned Laura over his lap and placed his hands on her hips.  Then, he slowly lowered her until his cock sliced easily into her sex.  “She seems very wet already. I like that,” he said in the business-like tone again.

“I've noticed that.  She is constantly aroused.  Slavery does seem to agree with her.”

Laura could not stifle the moan that escaped from her throat as the cock speared into her body and silently chastised herself for feeling the arousal that it caused.  Then, as she listened to Benjamin and Diana, she felt even deeper shame as she realized that they were talking about her but never talking to her.  It was as if she was simply an object in their possession to be admired and discussed, but never addressed.

Benjamin's hands urged Laura up and down on his cock and soon she realized the tempo that he liked.  She started to move on her own, hoping to urge his orgasm from him quickly to end the ordeal.  But her humiliation was not over so quickly.  Diana arose from her chair and crossed the room.  Then she reached out with one hand to cup Laura's chin, lifting it to kiss the slavegirl while her other hand reached down and started toying with Laura's clitoris.  Diana was very skilled and within minutes, both Laura and Benjamin experienced their orgasms.

For the remainder of the week, Laura was kept in a constant state of nudity and humiliation.  One day, she was taken to the stables and placed in the tack that she had seen on the first day.  Then Diana attached her to a cart and had Laura pull her around the estate.

Another day, she was sent out to work with the gardeners.  Even though they never touched her, she was constantly aware of her nudity in front of the men who were working on the grounds.

Each day, Benjamin would sample her sexual delights.  Each time, Diana was present and would act as Laura's coach.  She would instruct the slavegirl on how to move or how to use her body in new ways to excite or please a man.  While Laura dreaded every moment that she had to spend in sexual servitude, she also realized that she had received more orgasms during that week than she had in the previous five years.

On the last full day of her week of captivity and training, she got the worst humiliation of all.  She had been allowed to take a nap to refresh herself.  Diana had awakened her to have her get ready for dinner and had told her that she would not need to prepare the dinner or serve it.  She merely had to prepare herself and join them in the living room.

When she finally came downstairs and entered the living room, she found Diana and Benjamin enjoying cocktails with her husband.

“Ben was just telling me about a new account,” gushed Jim as Laura came into the room.

“That's grand,” said Laura flatly as she realized that not only did Jim not notice that she was the only naked person in the room but that he was totally oblivious to her plight.  For the rest of the evening, Laura was treated as an equal in terms of the conversations and she was even allowed to sit at the dinner table with them.  But she was also kept naked.  By the end of the weekend, she wondered if things could ever be the same again with her husband.