Surprise! Surprise!

Surprise! Surprise!

Chapter 4: No Longer a Game

By the third week, things had settled into a routine. Jane would generally awaken first. Since she was chained to the bed each night, she could not get up by herself. But if she had been given an assignment for the morning or had to use the bathroom, then she needed to wake up Emily in an appropriate way.

She learned what was appropriate and what was not the hard way. Shaking Emily awake was clearly inappropriate. She learned this by being immediately spanked after using that method. Making noises was equally inappropriate. She spent most of a day lashed spread eagle between two poles in the yard for trying that. One morning, she found an alarm clock on the bed stand and set it to ring one minute later. That earned her a night on the floor, hog-tied and gagged.

She kept experimenting but was starting to come to the conclusion that all acceptable methods involved her lips. She learned that kissing Emily awake was appropriate. Suckling her nipples was appropriate. And one morning when Emily had a pillow clutched to her chest and covering her face, Jane discovered that kissing her owner’s sex was considered appropriate.

Despite her earlier misgivings about lesbian sex, Jane discovered that it was not all that bad. And she discovered, much to her surprise, that she especially enjoyed it when Emily reciprocated. Having a feminine tongue urging her to orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced.

After Jane negotiated her way from bed each morning, her ankles were hobbled and her wrists were, in some way, cuffed to prevent her escape. She then spent the morning cooking, cleaning and serving for her mistress.

The early afternoons generally found her outside tending the gardens or otherwise landscaping. Emily told her that this was the best way for her to get the all-over toasted tan look that Emily was looking for. Other than a few metal bands and chains, there was nothing to hide her flesh from the sun.

And then, late in the afternoon, Emily would take her for a run. She said that she wanted her slavegirl to remain fit and to be the envy of all other slaves and owners. Sometimes, Emily would take her on long runs, in which case, Jane was allowed to wear a sports bra. On other days, Jane was totally naked except for her bindings.

This was one of the days when she was totally naked. A sturdy chain was wrapped around her waist and her wrists were cuffed to the chain. Emily wore shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers, but Jane was denied even the protection for her feet. She didn’t mind going shoeless so much because the trails were generally clear and free of sticks and rocks that would cause her pain. But going braless was very uncomfortable as her ample breasts would bounce as if they were on a workout schedule of their own.

They were half way through the run on this afternoon when disaster struck. At least, it was a disaster as far as Jane was concerned. They had just emerged from the woods into a small clearing when they heard the voice.

“Nice filly you have there,” said the male voice.

Emily immediately stopped and Jane almost bumped into her, but managed to stop moments before the collision. Emily looked around to find the source and then smiled.

“Thank you, Bob,” she said. “She’s a very fine filly. But I hope we haven’t embarrassed you. I didn’t expect anyone to be around.”

“No problem,” he said. “I’ve just been taking down the old fence. I’ve been at it for five months and just got around to this section. Good timing on my part, eh?” And no, you haven’t embarrassed me. I have quite an appreciation for a fine slavegirl. I assume she is your slave?”

“There’s a conversation you don’t hear very often,” thought Jane. “Two neighbors discussing a slave!” Ordinarily, she would have raised her hands to provide some modesty but her bindings prevented that. Plus she had spent three weeks without clothes, so she was becoming accustomed to her nudity.

Bob walked over to Emily and shook her hand. “We don’t see much of you. I guess I know why now. How long have you owned her?”

“Three weeks or so,” replied Emily. “She’s fairly new.”

“Yes she is,” replied Bob. “But you obviously have her very well trained. May I?” he asked as he stepped in front of Jane.

This is when Jane started regretting not darting back into the woods. Here she was, stark naked with her arms pinned to her sides by the chain around her waist and a stranger standing in front of her appraising her as if she were an object for sale.

He smiled at her and then used his thumb and forefinger from one hand to pry her lips apart. He kept applying pressure until he had opened her mouth and used a finger from his other hand to run it around her teeth and gums. Then, he grasped her tongue and stretched it out of her mouth for inspection. She wondered if he was a dentist or horse trader in real life.

“Nice. Very nice,” he commented to Emily.

Then he stepped back slightly and reached out to lift Jane’s breasts in his hands, letting his thumbs stroke back and forth across the nipples and causing them to stand out proudly. “You might consider rings,” he remarked, eliciting a gasp from Jane.

Then he crouched down and ran his hands up and down her legs to continue the inspection. He ended by slipping a finger easily into her sex and drawing it out letting the sunlight show how it was glistening with her juices. This caused Jane’s cheeks to burn red in embarrassment.

“You have a real thoroughbred here,” he said as he turned back to Emily. “Bring her by the house tomorrow and we can try her on the track. You might have a racer.”

“Wait!” exclaimed Emily, when she finally realized that her neighbor was serious. “What are you talking about? I was worried about embarrassing you but you seem to be very comfortable with the idea of me owning a slave.”

“Oh, Emily,” he smiled. “I know all about slaves. I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with you owning one, but Meg and I have had some in the past.”

With that, he returned to his work. “Enjoy the rest of your day. And if you want, tomorrow at around 3 o’clock would work for us.”

After cooling down and bathing together, the two girls went outside for some pleasurable relaxation. It was a warm, sunny day and Emily spread a blanket on the lawn before helping Jane to lie down. Jane’s wrists were cuffed to a collar that Emily had placed on her after the bath and, therefore, it was awkward for her to lie down by herself. When Emily was done positioning Jane, she knelt over her face and then leaned down to taste her slavegirl. She smiled when she found Jane’s sex already very wet and realized that Jane seemed to be in a constant state of high sexual arousal. Very quickly, Jane’s tongue started lapping at Emily’s sex and, for the next thirty minutes, the two girls urged each other to several orgasms apiece. Finally, an exhausted Emily rolled off of Jane and then rearranged herself to cuddle and kiss her slave. “Wow! I think we need another bath!”

“Mmmmm,” was all that Jane could say as she nuzzled against Emily’s neck.

“So tell me, pip,” asked Emily after a lengthy amount of cuddling, “is this as horrible as you imagined?”

“Well, it’s not exactly nice being chained up all the time, you know.”

“I suppose not,” replied Emily. “But it wouldn’t be the same if you were totally free. This is supposed to be an exciting experience. A vacation from the stresses of life. Don’t you feel freer now? Less inhibited? More alive?

Jane laughed. “Well running around naked all the time sure makes a person less inhibited. And it is kind of exciting in a strange way, but it’s still pretty embarrassing.”

“You must love that kind of humiliation then?” observed Emily but she worded it as a question.

“Why do you say that?” asked Jane.

Emily slid her hand down, letting her palm glide over the satiny skin of Jane’s belly and then slipped a finger into Jane’s sex. “This is why. You’ve been positively sopping the entire time you’ve been here.”

“Oh,” was Jane’s only response as she felt her face blushing.

That night, Jane had difficulty falling asleep. Early on in her captivity, she had decided to go along with Emily and simply endure it and try to view this as the vacation that Emily had talked about. After all, she trusted Emily completely and it was only for a month. At least she hoped it was only for a month. Emily had talked about trying it for a month but Jane couldn’t remember exactly what Emily had said and whether or not she could call it quits at the end of that month.

But what was troubling her most was the way she was changing and what she was feeling as time went on. Emily’s glistening finger had provided proof that she was constantly aroused these days. Being a chained and naked slavegirl was highly erotic to her. And Emily had been right about it freeing her. She felt no obligations, responsibilities or concerns. She had to make no decisions and had no problems to solve. The lifestyle had it advantages and it was very healthy. She was well fed, she was exercised frequently and she was even pampered most of the time.

This created a huge problem in itself, however. She had always been ambitious and driven. How could she reconcile the ambitions with her newfound contentment at being a slavegirl? She wrestled with this conflict until sleep finally overtook her.

Chapter 5: A Change of Pace

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Em?” asked Jane as they were preparing to leave to visit the Hopewells.

“We were invited, pip,” replied Emily as Jane acted the part of the handmaiden and dressed her mistress. “It wouldn’t be polite to reject their offer. Besides, we don’t have any plans for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t know. Somehow it just doesn’t feel right.”

Emily laughed. “You just are embarrassed about being displayed naked and I’m sure you’re not looking forward to being raced around their track.”

“Well that too,” responded Jane. “But there’s something else. I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh stop worrying,” said Emily as she gave Jane a playful swat to her naked bottom. Jane just sighed and then knelt to fasten Emily’s sandals to her feet. Emily had chosen to wear a white sundress, which nicely accented her tan. She had also elected to forgo any underwear, which Jane thought to be too daring, despite the fact that she knew she wold be going naked.

The sundress also accented Emily’s form. Over the past three weeks, Jane had grown to admire Emily’s shape and proportions, and even to become aroused by her owner’s body. The dress seemed to highlight, instead of hide, Emily’s attributes. While the firm, high 36C breasts were not quite as large as Jane’s, she thought they looked perfect on Emily and gave her a svelte and sleeker look than herself. Jane had always thought that she was too busty and would not have minded a smaller set of breasts. Emily’s face was beautiful, with dark brown eyes that gave her a Mediterranean look. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than Jane’s and had always been worn loose and flowing. She had begun, however, tying it into a ponytail since capturing Jane and now both girls wore their hair that way.

The dress was not tight, but it was tailored to show that Emily had a narrow waist which, combined with her flaring hips, gave her the classic hourglass figure that women always aspired to. In her early twenties, Emily had done some modeling, but gave it up because she didn’t like the people with whom she had to associate. But her legs were still those of a fashion model: Long and elegant.

“What should we have you wear today, little one?” Emily asked.

“Is that a trick question?” asked Jane sarcastically, which earned her another swat to her bottom.

“You know what I mean. Of course you will go naked. But how shall I decorate you?” she pondered. “I know just the thing!”

She went to the drawer that held Jane’s entire wardrobe of chains, cuffs, collars and the like and returned carrying a few items. The first item that she put on Jane was a slender gold waist chain that rested seductively on the upper swells of Jane’s hips. Then, she fastened a gold cuff to each wrist and gathered her captive’s hands behind her back, latching the cuffs together before attaching them to the waist chain. Finally, Emily knelt and wrapped a wide leather strap around the top of Jane’s right thigh and buckled it tightly, securing it in place.

A puzzled Jane looked down at the strap. It was black and was probably three or four inches wide, but seemed to serve no purpose whatsoever. “What’s it for?” she asked.

“Beats me,” replied Emily as she got back to her feet. “I just thought it would look exotic. Here, take a look.” She turned Jane toward the full length mirror eliciting a gasp from Jane as she saw her reflection. The leather band may have served no purpose, but it did indeed look exotic and erotic and seemed to emphasize her status as a slavegirl.

Emily decided that they would walk to their destination since it was a beautiful day and they could cut through the woods and fields without being seen. She let Jane go unleashed, but carried a leash and collar in case she changed her mind later. After the brief walk, they emerged into the neighbor’s yard to find the Hopewells relaxing in lawn chairs.

“Here come our guests,” proclaimed Bob as he arose from his chair to greet the two girls. Meg also stood up and gave Emily a kiss on the cheek. “You look lovelier than normal,” said Meg to Emily. “I’m so glad that you could make it. And I’m glad that you brought your new pet, also.”

Jane bristled as she heard herself being referred to as a pet but bit her tongue to keep from getting herself into trouble. Then, as Meg moved to stand in front of her with her eyes roaming as if inspecting the slave, Jane felt her irritation turning into embarrassment and she instinctively cast her eyes downward.

“Oh my, what a catch!” exclaimed Meg.

“I told you that Emily had good taste,” offered Bob.

“I think that your exact words were ‘I’ll bet that Emily tastes good,’” laughed Meg before turning back to Emily. “She must have been very expensive. Where did you buy her?”

This caused Emily to raise her eyebrows. She had never even dreamed that people were bought and sold in this day and age. “I didn’t buy her,” she replied. “I captured her.”

“Such a much better way to stock your stables,” nodded Meg. Much less expensive and

it opens up the whole world as candidates. Although, it comes with a lot more risk.”

“Well, I’ve known Jane for a long time. So I didn’t think there was a lot of risk.”

“Good for you,” smiled Meg. “She really is a wonderful thing. What are your plans for her?”

Jane listened closely to Emily’s response. “I don’t know really. I said that we’d try it for a month and reassess everything then. We’ll just have to see.”

Jane was relieved at Emily’s response but that relief was quickly dashed when she heard Bob speak up.

“It’s a shame. But then again, maybe you’ll decide to keep her. And if not, I’m sure we’d be willing to buy her from you,” the man said. This sent a chill shooting down Jane’s spine.

“She’s a tall one,” said the diminutive Meg who could not have been more than an inch over five feet tall. Then she laughed. “You both are! In fact, you make a perfect matched set!”

Emily laughed and then sat down when the Hopewells invited her to join them. Jane moved beside Emily and then knelt when she saw her owner point to a spot on the ground.

“So have you thought about racing your filly?” asked Bob.

“No, not really,” replied Emily.

“Another shame. She has the build and she appears to have the strength. I’d bet that she would be a very fast ponygirl.”

“What’s a ponygirl, exactly?” asked Emily. “I’ve seen some pictures of them on the internet but I assumed that it was just some kind of costume.”

“Oh no,” responded Meg. “Some people are quite serious about their ponies. And there are pony boys too.” Then Meg went on to describe the different types of ponies and how their owners used them. Jane listened in horror as she heard about people being kept in stables and girls pulling carts. Even the equestrian and dressage events were distasteful to her, despite her enjoyment of those things when they were performed with real horses.

“Bob and I find the idea exciting and we have even used some of our slaves as ponies. But more as a change of pace rather than a steady diet.”

“How many slaves have you owned?” asked a curious Emily.

“Let’s see,” replied Bob as he thought for a moment. “We have had five subs, but only one of them was a slave.”

“What’s the difference?” asked Emily. Meg took over and explained how subs could set limits and how the relationship was frequently not full time. Slaves had no say in things and were frequently full-time. “I guess Jane’s a sub then. Well, no,” said Emily as she furrowed her brow, “I guess she’s a temporary slave. At least for another week.”

Meg sighed as she nodded. “Well enjoy her while you can. Does she have any talents?”

Jane was once again becoming irritated. It was driving her crazy to listen to the way that everyone was talking around her. They behaved as if she weren’t even there. Or as if she were an inanimate object. ‘Pet!!!’ she thought disgustedly.

“Well, she’s very good at a lot of things. And she has become quite talented wither tongue in the past three weeks,” replied Emily, eliciting a soft groan from Jane. Emily reacted by reaching down and giving Jane’s bottom a swat.

“Really? I’ll have to check that out some time,” said Meg.

“Oh please do. You are welcome to check it out right now, if you like. And Bob, you should feel free to enjoy her too. I’m afraid that I have been remiss lately in my job. I haven’t provided her with any male companionship for three weeks. And she’s a professed heterosexual.”

“That’s very generous of you,” responded Bob. Then he turned toward his wife. “Shall we?”

Meg grinned and stood up to start shedding her clothes. “Let’s.” Soon both hosts were naked and were positioning Jane for their pleasure. Meg laid down in the grass and Jane was moved between her legs. With her hands still held behind her, this was difficult for the slavegirl. But it became easier when Bob slid behind her and grasped her arms. At least now she wouldn’t have to worry about falling forward. Bob arched his hips forward, spearing his cock deep inside of Jane, causing her to moan as her tongue started working on Meg’s sex.

“Is she always this wet?” asked Bob as he turned his head to Emily.

“Always,” replied Emily. “At least she has been constantly wet for the past three weeks.” Jane heard herself being discussed again but was almost beyond becoming embarrassed at this point. She continued to lap at Meg’s sex, flickering her tongue over the clit occasionally, as she enjoyed the filling penetration of Bob.

“You’re the only one dressed, my dear,” observed Bob. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without the dress?”

Emily laughed. “I guess I would.” She reached behind her back and unzipped the garment, letting it slide down her body to pool at her feet. “When in Rome…”

“Oh very nice. Much better. May I?” asked Bob as he reached a hand out to Emily. Emily drew closer and when she got close enough, Bob wrapped his arm around her hips and pulled her to him.

“So divine,” he muttered as his lips moved across the lower swells of Emily’s breasts. He kept pistoning in and out of Jane and started playfully nipping at Emily’s breast flesh with his teeth.

At this point, Meg, who had been silent other than for her moans, propped herself up on her elbows. She gazed over Jane’s head, back and bottom to catch her first glimpse of a naked Emily. “Fabulous!” she exclaimed and then sucked in her breath quickly as Jane’s tongue started flickering over her clit again. “She’s a magnificent creature, isn’t she dear?”

“She’s wonderful,” he said as he took a break from devouring Emily’s breasts. “The two girls really are a matched pair.” He slid his hand down between Emily’s legs and started stroking her clit as he started to suckle on her nipples.

Emily arched her back to feed her breasts to Bob’s lips and teeth and smiled proudly as she heard herself being appraised as an equal to Jane. Emily knew that she was pretty but did not think that she was in the same league as Jane who she thought was truly stunning. And yet her neighbors viewed the two of them as a matched pair.

Meg achieved orgasm first and let out a long, low groan before reaching down and lifting Jane’s head. Jane’s eyes were closed but her tongue was still fluttering furiously, which caused Meg to laugh. “Whoa girl! If you keep doing that to me, I’ll end up in a hospital or something.”

Meg then raised Jane higher until she was almost kneeling upright. This made for a difficult angle for Bob so he pulled out of Jane, causing the slavegirl to whimper at her new emptiness. Then he looked up at Emily. “I seem to have lost my place. Would you do me the honors?”

Emily was confused for a moment. She didn’t know if Bob was asking her to help him reinsert his cock in Jane or if he wanted to impale her. Never one to look a gift cock in the mouth, she quickly took the initiative and laid back in the grass, opening her legs in invitation to Bob. Bob shuffled between the spread thighs and then leaned forward letting his member slide into the waiting and wet sex. “Ahhhh! Home at lastl!” he groaned.

In the meantime, Meg took advantage of Bob’s disengagement and straightened Jane all the way up. “Much better,” she declared as she knelt before the kneeling slave and kissed her. Meg’s hands roamed down to Jane’s breasts and captured them, squeezing until the firm globes of flesh oozed from between her fingers. “All the goodies are available now.”

Bob and Emily continued their passionate coupling, occasionally glancing over at Meg and Jane. Meg had lowered her head and was moving from one nipple to the other, sucking them into her mouth, nibbling on them, and then stretching them away from Jane’s chest only to let her teeth graze along them as they slowly slid from between her lips. Meg’s hand was between Jane’s legs with three fingers thrust inside the girl and her thumb moving furiously back and forth across the swollen clit. Jane had her head thrown back with her eyes closed and was simply making unintelligible sounds.

All three of them climaxed almost simultaneously and the air was filled with moans and whimpers. Bob collapsed on top of Emily and she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him to hold him in place and to keep his cock lodged inside of her. Meg had to hold Jane up to keep her from toppling forward but finally managed to lay her down on her side. Then, Meg laid down in front of her, kissing the girl and licking her own juices from Jane’s lips.

“Well, that was fun,” Emily told Jane as she led her slave back toward home later in the day. “Wasn’t it?”

“It was sure different,” observed Jane. “They must have a very different kind of relationship.”

“I think they’re just a very open couple,” said Emily. “I really like them both. And it was sure nice to get fucked. I was about to start crawling the walls. Maybe I should get us a strap-on to play with.”

Jane just shook her head as she listened to her sex-crazed owner. That evening, the phone rang and it was Meg. She chatted with Emily for a long time before Emily hung up the phone and plopped down on the couch beside Jane. “We’ve been invited back tomorrow afternoon. It seems they had as much fun as we did. We’ll go swimming if it’s nice.”

“What else did you talk about?” asked Jane.

“You mostly,” was the reply. “They seem to be quite taken by you.”

“That’s nice. As long as I’m not taken by them. Being taken by one person is quite enough for me, thank you,” said Jane.

Emily laughed at Jane’s play on words and gave her slave a hug. “You can be so cute! As a matter of fact, she did happen to mention that they were thinking about getting back into slave ownership and asked me to consider selling you to them.”

“You wouldn’t!” gasped Jane.

“I told them I’d think about it,” responded Emily before breaking out laughing. “Of course I wouldn’t sell you to them, silly. If you’re going to remain in slavery, you will be my slave.” Jane nodded warily.