Princess Alana

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 6: 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.