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Chapter 1
She kept her eyes on the road but her mind was racing in all different directions. She mentally looked behind her at all of the steps she had taken to prepare for the summer. And she looked ahead to the schedule in her mind all of the steps that remained. She also looked ahead to the long weekend before her.
It was not summer yet. She still had six months to wait for that. But Faith was not about to make the same mistake this summer that she made last summer. Those three months had been a disaster.
In hindsight, she knew that she had grown and developed quite a bit from the experience. And the summer had been exciting most of the time; even thrilling at times. But it was one humiliating surprise after another. She was not about to have a repeat this summer. She intended to control her own destiny this time.
It all depended on her finding the right summer job. Last summer, she waited until the last minute to find a job but she had waited too long. All of the good ones were already filled. She ended up having to take the only job that was available to her. And it was that job that led to all of the humiliating surprises.
She started preparing for the upcoming summer as soon as she got back to school a couple of months ago. She signed up for as many extracurricular activities as her schedule would allow in an effort to boost and enhance her resume. She got involved in the school newspaper. She started modeling for the art department since one possibility for the summer that she hoped to pursue was with modeling agencies. She ran for office in the student government, although she was not elected. And she filled out the rest of her schedule with intramural sports. She was a very busy girl.
She completed researching companies to send her resume just last week. They included modeling agencies, advertising agencies, public relations firms, as well as every major company in the area. Over the past weekend, she had prepared cover letters to go with the resume and had stuffed and addressed the envelopes. Everything was ready to be mailed. She wanted to wait until Christmas to actually mail them, though. She figured nobody would even look at things like that until after the holidays.
Yes, she would have a proper job this summer. There was no way she was going to be babysitting her cousins again this year. They had practically turned her into a slave last year. No, they had literally turned her into a slave. She was kept naked for the entire three months. She had been used as a sexual play thing. And she had been cruelly punished when she misbehaved.
Thinking back to that summer brought her thoughts back to this upcoming weekend. Her car continued to glide along the interstate as she wondered what lay ahead for her.
Before leaving for school in September, she had agreed to continue her enslavement over Thanksgiving. She was sure that it must have been her hormones speaking for her. At the time, everything was an erotic swirl of excitement. She was in a constant state of highly charged arousal. She surely couldn’t have been thinking clearly.
Now she was dreading that she had committed to the continuation. And it had been her own idea, no less! They hadn’t even asked her to do it. She had volunteered it! What had she been thinking?
Hopefully, her offer to pick up again in her enslavement had been forgotten by now. She doubted that very seriously, though. But maybe they had viewed her offer as just what it very probably was: a foolish statement made by an over-sexed, hormonally-charged teenager. Maybe they would take pity on her and not bring up the matter.
She would find out soon enough. She steered her car onto the exit ramp. She was only ten minutes from home now. She felt a chill snake down her spine as she tried to anticipate what would happen.
“There’s my beautiful slave girl,” her mother greeted her as she came in the side door of the house into the kitchen. It was obvious that her offer had not been forgotten. She dropped her bag to the floor and returned her mother’s hug and kiss.
“Hi, Mom,” smiled Faith. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie,” Jill smiled back at her. “I’m just finishing something here in the kitchen. Why don’t you take your things to your room and take off your clothes. You can meet me in the living room.”
Faith gulped at the mention of taking off her clothes. Her mother sure worked fast! “Yes, Mom.”
“Mistress,” said Jill as she turned back to the counter where she had been working and fiddled with whatever she was focused on.
Faith took a deep breath before responding. “Yes, Mistress.”
She picked up her bag and trudged up to her room. She didn’t even bother unpacking her little duffel. It was obvious now that the outfits she had picked out for the weekend would never be needed. Reluctantly, she peeled off her clothes. She went into the bathroom to shower and to freshen up. Then she went back downstairs to face her fate.
“You look like you have lost some wait, love,” said Jill. She was running her palms up and down Faith’s sides as Faith stood naked in the center of the rug. She paused at Faith’s narrow waist, stretching her fingers around it before gliding her hands down to her daughter’s hips. “Aren’t you eating properly?”
“I’m eating fine, Mom,” replied Faith, annoyed at her mother’s comment. It seemed that her mother was always trying to fatten her up for some reason. “I mean Mistress. I’ve just had a very active semester; a lot of sports. I guess I’m just burning it off faster than I take it in.”
“Well, we’ll just have to make sure that you eat a lot of turkey and stuffing this weekend. Can’t have my girl wasting away to nothing.”
Jill raised her hands and spread her fingers to lift Faith’s breasts. “These don’t look like they’ve suffered, though. In fact, I think they might have even grown a bit. Have they gotten bigger?”
Faith blushed as her mother held her breasts and commented on them. “Yes, Mistress. Maybe. I was going to go shopping for bras this weekend to see if a bigger size would be more comfortable.”
“Lovely,” smiled Jill as she bounced the generous orbs in her hands. “We don’t want them looking like udders, mind you. But you are far from that. But bigger is sometimes better. You know how your father likes big-breasted women. Well so do I, actually. Yours are perfect for both of us.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Faith for lack of something more sensible to say. She didn’t really know how to respond.
“No. Thank you, pet,” said Jill, placing an accent on ‘thank’. She was still holding up the breasts with her splayed fingers and now was rubbing her thumbs back and forth across the nipples, watching them stiffen. “Thank you for being so perfect. And thank you for giving yourself to us. You are such a treasure.”
“Oh,” continued Jill as she released the full breasts and reached down to grip the little reddish-brown tuft of hair on Faith’s Venus mound. “I see that you grew your little bush back.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, you know that I adore your little carpeted pussy,” Jill said as her fingers stroked up and down in Faith’s pubic hair. “But I think the general consensus was that your pussy should be bald.”
“And for once,” Jill continued, “I think they might be right. You looked so sleek and elegant this summer without it. It was so very erotic. But we’ll let your father decide when he gets home.”
Jill reached up and gathered Faith’s long auburn hair in her hands, holding it up to expose her neck and shoulders. Then she walked slowly around her daughter as she continued to hold the hair. Eventually, she dropped it, letting it fall down Faith’s back. It reached all the way to her bottom now.
“Can you kneel up here, pet?” Jill asked as she patted the top of the coffee table. It was a long, low, rectangular table.
Faith blushed again but nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
She crawled onto the table and knelt on all fours. Jill ran her hand down the center of Faith’s back, admiring the silky softness of her daughter’s flesh. Then she stood behind her daughter and gripped one of the perfectly sculpted bottom cheeks in each hand, pulling them apart. With all of her mother’s actions, Faith felt as if she was being inspected.
“What are you looking for, Mistress?” she finally asked.
“Nothing, precious,” replied Jill. “I’m just getting reacquainted with my property and making sure that no marks, especially marks of ownership, have been added without my permission.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “I haven’t gotten any tattoos, Mom… I mean Mistress.”
“And no brands either?”
“No brands.”
“Good,” smiled Jill as she released the miraculous firm globes of flesh. “And has anyone tried to claim ownership of this body that belongs to me while you were away?”
Faith shook her head in disbelief. Her mother seemed to think that everyone in the world went around enslaving girls. She had even worried that a professor might try to enslave Faith once she got back to school.
That didn’t happen but she did find herself to be much more sought after this year than ever before, and she had always been a very popular girl. She was constantly being asked out on dates by members of both genders. And she had let herself be bedded, again by both sexes.
She attributed it to the fact that she was much more involved in the school now and, as a result, and she was meeting more people. But she also thought that it might be at least partly because of her experience as a slave. Maybe people could sense that her inhibitions had been worn down. Maybe her body chemistry had changed because of the extreme hormonal levels she experienced last summer and maybe they could subconsciously sense that. Whatever the cause, she did not lack for dates or sexual partners.
“No, Mistress. Nobody tried to claim ownership of me.”
“That’s good, sweetie,” said Jill. “I’m surprised, but it’s good. You can get up now.” Then she gave Faith a playful swat on the ass.
Faith gasped at the spank but then breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the table. Jill moved to the sofa and sat down on one end, patting her lap. “Come join me, precious pet.”
Faith groaned inwardly at the invitation. Her relief had been premature, it seemed. Obediently, she padded to the couch and, when her mother gave her the instructions, she lay down on the couch with her head in Jill’s lap.
“Now, tell me all about school. How are your classes? Any boys in your life? Any girls?”
For the next hour, Faith described all of the courses she was taking and how she was doing in each of them. She had As in all but one but she even hoped to bring that one up to an A by the end of the semester.
She told her mother that she did not have a steady boyfriend; or girlfriend. But she had dated often and there were several who she really liked.
Jill listened intently and let her hands roam freely over the marvelous flesh of the beautiful girl in her lap. Her daughter truly was a priceless treasure.
She slipped a finger into Faith’s sex. It was warm and soft and wet and tight. She loved the sensations of her precious property as Faith sucked in her breath at the sudden intrusion. Jill knew that this weekend might be her last opportunity to enjoy this treasured slave. Faith might choose to reclaim her life after this. But Faith had committed to this weekend so Jill intended to enjoy her girl while she could.
“Has Daddy been looking forward to having his slave girl back?” asked Faith as she felt Jill’s finger stroking slowly in and out of her sex, sending little thrills throughout her body.
“Oh, baby,” said Jill. “I didn’t even tell him. I thought you said you wanted to surprise him. I know he’s looking forward to you being home. I’m sure he’ll be delighted that he gets his beautiful slave back too.”
“Oh, yeah,” nodded Faith. “I did say that I wanted to surprise him.”