Chapter 10
Mandy returned to school in the fall which got her out of the house, much to Kathleen’s relief. Now she was down to only one live-in mistress with the others borrowing her fairly frequently.
“I’m going to like having you all to myself,” smiled Marge as she slid her fingers in and out of her pet. Kathleen was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. Marge was lying between them with three fingers in Kathleen’s sex. Kat knew that the fourth would soon join the other three, followed by the thumb. Marge had grown fond of fisting her slavegirl. The first few times, it had been a shock and it had been very uncomfortable. After that, Kathleen had adjusted to it and now it was only somewhat embarrassing to see another person’s wrist disappearing into her body. Marge made sure to always reward her slave when she used her this way and would flicker her tongue over the slave’s cute little clitoris once she had her hand inside the girl until Kathleen exploded in orgasm.
“Yes, Mistress” Kathleen replied. “It will be nice to be alone with you.” She couldn’t believe that she said that so sincerely. Maybe she really was a slave now.
Marge leaned forward as she slowly pushed her hand into Kathleen’s well lubricated sex and wrapped her lips around the sensitive clit, sucking it into her mouth. She suckled on it, letting it pulse in and out between her lips as her fingers stretched and explored the velvety tunnel. She decided to try something new and placed a fingertip at Kathleen’s cervix. She slowly pressed, feeling resistance from the little opening.
“Mistress!” gasped Kathleen as her eyes flew wide open in surprise. “What are you doing?” Already she felt cramping and pain in her abdomen.
“Just playing,’ replied Marge. “Trying something new.” Her finger kept pushing, increasing the pressure. Slowly, the little opening began to dilate, sending more pain through Kathleen’s body. Marge increased the suckling action on the girl’s clit and Kathleen was consumed with an overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure. Eventually, the finger wormed its way into Kathleen’s womb. Marge wiggled her finger and each movement shot pain through Kathleen’s body.
“This is where babies start,” said Marge as she continued to wiggle her finger.
“Yes, Mistress. I know,” panted Kathleen as she tried in vain to adjust to the new intrusion.
“I might just have to breed you so we can have a baby,” Marge continued. “You would be beautiful with a big belly. And you would be a wonderful mother. Plus, I would get all of the milk I wanted.” She punctuated that sentence by reaching up and giving one of Kathleen’s full breasts a squeeze.
“Oh Mistress,” cried Kathleen. “It hurts so.”
Marge raked her teeth lightly over the slavegirl’s clitoris and then began pulsing it in and out between her lips again. The finger continued its devious torture of the prone girl and it was not long before she climaxed. She announced her orgasm by letting out a long, low howl and tensing her body. It was so powerful that she ultimately passed out. Marge withdrew her finger and then extracted her hand from Kathleen’s sex. She washed her hands and then returned to the still sleeping girl and bent over to kiss her awake.
“You are so beautiful, little one,” she murmured. “So precious and beautiful.” Kathleen opened her eyes slightly and cooed. Her whole body was weak from the intense orgasm.
“I have a present for you, pet,” said Marge as she spooned with Kathleen, holding her as she continued to enjoy the warm afterglow of her orgasm.
“What is it, Mistress?” asked Kathleen eagerly.
“It’s these, little one,” Marge said as she held two small metal balls in her palm for Kathleen to see. “Do you know what they are?”
“No, Mistress. They look like marbles. What are they?”
“They are ben wa balls. I want you to wear them for me when you are away from me.”
“Wear them how, Mistress?”
“I’ll show you,” Marge said as she propped herself up on one elbow. She moved her hand down Kathleen’s body until she was at her sex. “Open up for me, pet.”
Kathleen obediently parted her thighs and Marge pushed each of the balls into the still well lubricated sex.
“Oooooo, Mistress. I can feel them. They are moving inside of me.”
Marge smiled and patted the bald pussy. “They will constantly remind you of me. And they will keep you nice and tight for me.”
“But won’t they fall out when I stand up?”
“They will at first. But after awhile, you’ll tighten up your muscles and be able to hold them in. You’ll wear them for me, won’t you, pet?”
“Oh yes, Mistress. Anything for you.”
Kathleen’s outlook on life had been changing. Initially, her mind had resisted the idea of slavery. She viewed her situation as temporary and one that would end as soon as Marge tired of the silly game. She played along with the game to avoid hurting Marge’s feelings but she was constantly in turmoil about acting as if she was a slave. Her mental struggles over being a slave gradually subsided, however. She began to exist only to please her owner or those her owner gave her to.
Marge noticed the change and liked it. Kathleen still resisted new, painful experiences like the violation of her womb. But she was always completely compliant in her behavior as a slave. Marge decided that it was silly to continue with two houses since she had accomplished the conquest of her neighbor. She decided that she would sell her home and have Kathleen sell hers also. Then they would buy a new home in the country with more seclusion so she could better enjoy her girl. Away from prying eyes, she could do whatever she wanted.
Over the next several months, they shopped for houses as they sold their own homes. Marge had anticipated resistance to the idea from Kathleen but all that she received was “yes Mistress” to her ideas.
By springtime, they were in their new home and Kathleen became the naked gardener once again, molding the beds to her will. Her skin still held some of its tan throughout the winter, thanks to the generous amount of time she spent in the sun the previous summer and thanks to the fact that she had rarely worn clothes when she was in the sun. Once again, she would be able to work on a completely even tan.
Their forty acres of mostly wooded land afforded them the privacy that Marge wanted and yet provided a nice yard for Kathleen to cultivate. The neighbors had each invited the girls over for dinners to welcome them to their new home. The neighbors also frequently stopped by unannounced to chat or to drop something off but the crunching of the tires on the gravel driveway always alerted Kathleen in time to throw some clothing on. She always kept a sarong or frock nearby for these times.
Marge hosted two housewarming parties. The first one was for the neighbors and was quite tame. They each brought gifts for the girls and made sure that they felt at home.
The second one was for family and friends. Kathleen and Kim were naked and did all of the serving. Joe, Betty, Brett, Mandy and Allison comprised the rest of the guest list. The two slaves received much groping and were the stars of the event. Each of them was fucked by each of the two males. And the tongues of the slavegirls were each used to bring the females to orgasm. Kim and Kathleen were then the entertainment for the night as they brought each other to orgasm in a sixty nine position in the middle of the floor while the audience smiled and watched.
Brett stopped by the house frequently. Each time, he would sample his sister’s charms and sometimes provide added humiliation by punishing her or binding her in some embarrassing way while he made her climax. Marge increasingly grew to dislike the brother. She did not mind that he fucked her slave. She was always willing to let others enjoy Kathleen. It broadened her horizons and gave Marge an opportunity to show off her pet. Marge did not mind the punishments or the humiliations either. She wanted Kathleen to grow to need these. So by Brett punishing Kathleen and giving her orgasms, he was actually helping Marge. But she didn’t like the way that he only interacted with Kathleen the slave instead of visiting sometimes to be with Kathleen the sister. Marge viewed him a just another horny male looking for a quick fuck.
She finally put her foot down when he arrived to see Kathleen. She laid out a new rule that Kathleen could be his slavegirl on every other visit but that he had to treat her as his sister on the other visits. He argued that she would always be his sister and that he should be allowed to use her whenever he wished. Marge stood her ground and Brett finally backed down. After enjoying some stimulating sex with Kathleen, he left, leaving Marge with a threat. “Better not get in my way or you’ll both be my bitches.” Marge was disappointed but not surprised by the brutish, crude behavior of Kathleen’s brother.
Joe stopped by that afternoon to collect Kathleen for the evening. When the girl had been loaded into the car, Marge pulled Joe aside. “Please limit Brett’s exposure to her. He’s been here every day for the past week. I think he’s just using her as quick fuck.”
Joe nodded. “He’s always had a crush on his sister. When he was younger, we were constantly catching him trying to sneak peeks of her. Maybe he’s just getting all of that out of his system now. But I’ll be careful. We’ll limit his time with her.”
Kathleen spent most of the evening simply being decorative. She knelt in the middle of the dining room table as Joe and Betty entertained another couple. She never spoke. She never moved. She was simply a beautiful centerpiece until dinner was finished. She was completely naked but for her clit ring. Not even her collar was worn.
Kathleen blushed as she saw who the dinner guests were. She hadn’t seen the Hickocks in over fifteen years since they moved away but it was embarrassing to be displayed to them. They did not seem shocked at her nudity and she wondered how many other people she knew were into the lifestyle. Hopefully, the Hickocks did not recognize her. But, since they were moving back to town, they would probably eventually learn about her new life.
After dinner, Joe offered ‘girl’ to Al and Judy. Judy said that she would let Al go first and then she would enjoy the pet afterwards so she wouldn’t be rushed by an anxious husband. Kathleen knelt and opened Al’s pants, leaning forward to take him in her mouth to harden him. Betty watched from her chair and had an idea.
“Al, would you do us a favor?” asked Betty.
“Sure,” he replied, enjoying the tongue that was bathing his cock. “What?”
“Take her in the ass, please,” Betty requested. “I’ve been training her but she is in no way ready for Joe. I think you’ll stretch her but not do any damage.”
“She’s cherry?” asked Al.
“Yes,” replied Betty. “An anal virgin.”
“Oh, I haven’t had one in ages. It will be my pleasure.”
A year ago, Kathleen would have run from the room screaming upon hearing this conversation. Even several months ago, she would have cringed at knowing that her ass was to be fucked. Today, however, she accepted it as simply something that was expected of her. She knew that her mother had been preparing her for this day. On almost every visit, her mother would work some object into her bottom to condition her for the day when a cock would impale her. Today would be that day.
“Here, let me help you, Al,” offered Betty. She crossed the room and stood to Kathleen’s side. She had Kathleen bend at the waist and rest her palms on the coffee table in front of her, exposing her delectable bottom to the cock that was about to impale her. Betty reached between Al and Kathleen and gripped the erect cock.
“Let’s get it oiled up,” she said as she tugged Al forward and positioned the head of the cock at the entrance to Kathleen’s freely flowing sex. Al took over from there and slid his cock forward letting it glide easily into the slave’s tight channel. Betty knew that she could remove her hand but left it between the two, feeling Kathleen’s wetness against the backs of her fingers while she felt Al’s body against her palm. She didn’t know why she liked this so much but she just loved guiding cocks into her daughter’s waiting body. It was wickedly erotic and it sent thrills through her.
“God, she’s so tight,” exclaimed Al. Kathleen had been dutifully wearing her ben wa balls for months and they were having the desired effect. In addition to keeping her constantly stimulated, they were strengthening her vaginal muscles, making her as tight as a teenager.
“That should be good enough,” declared Betty. She pulled the cock out. Then she scooped two fingers through Kathleen’s swampy sex and rubbed her oily digits around the girl’s little rosebud. She positioned the cock head at the little sphincter and, once again, Al pushed forward. Kathleen had learned how to relax to be able to accept objects in her bottom and it worked as well with this cock as it had for each of the vibrators that had preceded it. Soon, Al was buried to the hilt.
Judy watched the scene, mesmerized. She did not know that Kathleen was the daughter of the hosts. She just knew that it was so erotic to watch another woman handle her husband’s cock and help him lodge it in yet another woman. Had she known that Betty was helping to impale her own daughter, the kinkiness of it might have sent her over the edge into her own orgasm.
Al stayed still deep inside of Kathleen, enjoying the vise-like grip around his cock while he let the slavegirl adjust. Then, he started slowly moving in and out. Betty turned her attention to Kathleen and rubbed her belly in slow circles trying to soothe whatever cramping she was experiencing. As soon as she heard her daughter moaning, however, she knew that Kathleen had relaxed and adjusted to the intrusion. Betty moved on. Her next target was the beautiful breasts that danced beneath Kathleen as her body moved with the fucking. Betty wrapped her fingers around the base of the right breast, squeezing inward and then pulling them downward. The move ballooned the breast and then, as the fingers started to slide down the silken flesh, stretched it downward. Betty let the breast pop free when she reached the nipple and then repeated the actions with the left breast.
Being into the lifestyle for quite awhile, Judy had seen a lot of kinky, erotic scenes but she found this one to be one of the best. Her angle allowed her to see her husband’s cock spearing into the tight asshole of the beautiful girl while she watched Betty entertain herself with the girl’s breasts. Judy became highly aroused and lifted her skirt, slipping her fingers into her panties, and started to stroke her already wet sex. She felt a sexual flush spread across her cheeks and chest as her eyes remained glued to the two dominants enjoying the gorgeous slavegirl.
“Can I help you?” Judy heard. Joe was standing behind her chair and was reaching down. He wrapped his hands around her petite breasts and rubbed them slowly in circles.
“Oh god yes,” she stammered.
Joe slid one of his hands lower and his fingers replaced Judy’s allowing him to tease and toy with the woman’s sex. This brought his lips to her ear, which he kissed. “Do you recognize the slave?” he asked.
Judy shook her head. “No,” she gasped as Joe’s finger pressed down on her sensitive clit.
“Look closer,” Joe said. “You know her.”
Judy looked at Kathleen and recognition finally registered. “Oh my god! It’s Kat, little Kat,” she whispered. “You have enslaved your own daughter?”
“Yes, it’s little Kat,” he replied. “And no, she is not our slave. She belongs to someone else. We just borrow her from time to time.”
“Unbelievable,” she remarked. Just then, her body tensed and she let out a long hiss as the fingers and the news of the daughter-slave overwhelmed her and sent her into orgasm.
After Al climaxed, Kathleen was instructed to put her collar on. Judy had Kathleen sit in her lap and she held one of the slave’s breasts as her finger rubbed the white collar, turning it until she could read the inscription. She read “Kathleen Collins, property of Margaret Mayfield.”
“I can’t believe how beautiful you have grown up to be,” Judy remarked as she gently twisted a nipple back and forth. “And I can’t get over you being a slave.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kathleen. “I am owned.”
“Be sure to let your mistress know that, if she ever decides to sell you, we will buy you in an instant.” Kathleen shuddered as she heard this. She knew that she was simply property now and that she could be sold at any time. But the thought of being sold still shocked and frightened her.
After cuddling the slave in her lap and playing with the generous breasts for awhile, Judy had Kathleen kneel between her legs and service her. The orgasm that she received was not as explosive as the one she had when she first learned about the daughter-slave but it still was most gratifying.
It became late and the Hickocks finally departed. Joe and Betty took Kathleen to bed where she had to provide two more orgasms and then she slept, wedged between her parents with each parent holding one of her breasts. She was returned to Marge the next morning.
Chapter 11
The next few weeks challenged Kathleen’s sensibilities. She visited her parents frequently during this time, almost always as a daughter. One visit was on a Sunday afternoon and she and her mother were watching television together while Joe and Brett were out playing golf.
Betty was sitting on the couch and Kathleen was lying down with her head resting in her mother’s lap as Betty’s fingers combed through the long blonde tresses. “Mom, I’m not sure that I should be your slave any more.”
“But you’re not our slave, sweetheart. You belong to Marge.”
“Yes, but you borrow me and bring me here to use.”
“No, sweetheart. We borrow Marge’s slave. There’s a difference.”
Kathleen sighed. “But I’m Marge’s slave. So you borrow me, your daughter.”
“We frequently borrow slaves or trade for them. Marge has a beautiful and responsive and exciting slave. So we enjoy borrowing her.” Marge’s hand slid up and cupped one of Kathleen’s breasts, squeezing it gently through the blouse and bra.
“Mom!” Kathleen exclaimed. “You are treating your daughter as a slave.”
Betty reluctantly slid her hand away and rubbed slow circles over her daughter’s belly. “Sorry, I was just thinking about Marge’s beautiful, erotic slave. I guess I got carried away.”
This interaction left Kathleen bewildered and frustrated. It was obvious that her parents would continue to use her and that they were able to not see her as their daughter when they used her. Even though she had been able to compartmentalize her mind into the two different roles earlier, she was becoming troubled by having two roles with her parents. She couldn’t understand how they could be so comfortable with the arrangement.
The next attack on her sensibilities came on the following Saturday. When she walked into the family room, she was shocked to see her brother. Seeing her brother at home was pretty ordinary. But seeing him this way was certainly not.
He was standing in the middle of the room, naked but for a few items. A wide leather collar circled his neck. Long sharp spikes protruded from the leather all around the collar. Black leather cuffs were around each wrist and were joined together behind his back. And a small cage imprisoned his cock and balls, kept in place by leather bands that went around his waist and thighs.
“Is Brett a slave now too?”
“No, sweetie,” replied Joe. “He’s just been misbehaving with you. He needs to learn the value of a slave.”
“So we signed him up for a little sensitivity training,” added Betty. “They are due to collect him any moment. He’ll be gone for a week.”
“Would you like to play with him while we wait for his ride?” asked Joe.
“No thanks, Dad,” replied Kathleen. She couldn’t believe that her parents would do such a thing to their son. But, considering the things that they did to their daughter, she reasoned that she shouldn’t be surprised at what they were doing to Brett.
The third thing that happened was the loan. Every sensibility that remained was shattered by this one. A week after Brett had been sent away, Marge had a talk with Kathleen.
“Pet, I have to leave for a few weeks. My mother is sick and I have to go home to take care of her.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mistress” replied Kathleen sincerely. “I hope she gets better soon. Do you want me to go with you?”
“I would love to bring my pet. But I don’t think that’s a good idea. My mother would not understand our relationship.”
“I understand, Mistress. But I could travel as your companion instead of your slave, if you wished.”
Marge kissed Kathleen on the forehead. “You are so sweet. So good to me. But I don’t think that is even wise. My mother would freak out if she even thought that we were a couple and she can’t afford any stress right now.”
Kathleen nodded and sighed. “Yes, Mistress.”
“I have decided to board you until I get home.”
“Board me?!?!?!?!?” gasped Kathleen. “Like a pet?”
“In a manner of speaking,” affirmed Marge. “Besides, you are my pet. So it’s right that I should board you.”
Kathleen groaned. Images of cages and dog bowls and flea dips rushed through her mind. She couldn’t believe that Marge would treat her this way.
“You have your choice. I will board you at whichever one you choose. I can either send you to Mandy or to your parents until I return.”
Kathleen groaned. Neither option sounded attractive. Several weeks with Mandy would be too painful with her sadistic tortures. She might end up with more rings or a tattoo or a brand. Worse yet, it would not surprise her if she lost something if Mandy had control of her, like her hair or clit hood or even a nipple. Mandy was not an option for her.
But her parents were not an attractive option either. She had just had that frustrating conversation with her mother where she had asked to stop being their slave. The role confusion was becoming difficult. Spending three weeks in slavery with them would only make things worse.
“Aren’t there any other choices, Mistress?”
“Not really, little one. Allison was a possibility but she leaves for Europe on Friday. There’s a club that I could rent you to but I’m not sure how they would treat you or what they would do to you.”
“Could we visit the club and check it out, Mistress?”
Marge gave a half smile and shrugged. “Sure, pet. I’ll set it up for tomorrow.”
Marge and Kathleen arrived at the ranch in late morning and talked at some length with the owner. He described the history and mission of the ranch and the club that used it. It was basically a 24/7 version of the parties that Allison had taken Kathleen to. It was a group of likeminded master/slave enthusiasts who wanted to enjoy and explore domination and submission on a more prolonged basis and away from critical eyes. He showed them the list of prohibited activities which was short but which contained some very important restrictions.
“We don’t eat girls. We don’t snuff them. No permanent markings unless agreed upon and no detaching body parts. That’s about it,” he said. He was right about that. As Kathleen looked at the list, there were only four restrictions.
“It’s just about lunch time. Would you be my guests and then I can give you a tour later?”
“We’d be delighted to be your guests for lunch,” replied Marge. “Lead the way.”
“I’m afraid that your girl is a little overdressed. Slaves and subs are not permitted clothing beyond that door. Can you have her undress?”
“Sure,” replied Marge. Then she turned to Kathleen. “Be a good girl for me.”
Kathleen felt defeated. She rarely got to go out with Marge. She had dressed in a khaki skirt with a crisp pink cotton blouse and had been feeling almost like a normal girl. Now, she was faced with yet another indignity. She sighed. “Yes, Mistress.”
She removed her clothes and placed them neatly on the desk. Then she turned back to face her owner and the manager.
“She’s a beauty,” admired the manager. “We would love to have her stay here. I’m sure the members would love to play with her.”
“Thank you,” smiled Marge. “Yes, my pet is lovely.”
“Don’t you collar her?” asked the manager.
“She has a collar for home. She doesn’t usually wear it outside the house, though. It just attracts too much attention.”
“If you leave her with us, I would recommend the collar. We can provide one if you wish.”
“Thank you,” nodded Marge.
They ate in a large dining room with what seemed like fifty or sixty people. There was plenty of naked flesh as all of the submissives were nude. About half the people were naked and several of those were male.
After lunch, the manager took them on a tour. “This is the dog training area,” the manager said. “We are quite well known for our obedience training and people pay us handsomely to train their pets.”
Kathleen gasped as they stepped into the area. There were several dog runs. In two of them, beautiful women were bent over padded benches. One of them was being fucked by a German Shepherd. The other woman was trying to entice a Great Dane to fuck her. She reached between her legs and coated her fingers with her dew and held them up to the big dog. Then she wiggled her rump to try to entice him. Within moments, the dog got the idea and mounted the woman.
“What are they being trained in?” asked Kathleen.
“Fucking,” replied the manager. “You’d be surprised at how many women want to enjoy their pets. The dogs need to be trained in doing it with a human because it’s not a natural act for them. More importantly, they need to only do it when commanded to. We can’t have dogs assuming they can fuck any girl they want any time they want.”
“Are these two of your trainers?” asked Kathleen.
“No, those are the trainers over there.” He pointed to two fully clothed women chatting between the two runs. “All of the girls cycle through here to help with the training.” Kathleen gasped at the thought that she would be fucked by animals if she came here.
The pony barn was the next stop. Several girls were being fitted with tack. Two others were already in their tack and were prancing around the corral. It looked very exotic to Kathleen but it looked like a lot of work and very humiliating.
They saw the other parts of the club including the dungeon, the interrogation room and the medical room. Then the manager led them back to his office where Kathleen was allowed to get dressed again. “Here’s the contract. Take it home and read it. We would love to have your girl stay with us.”
“So what do you think, pet?” asked Marge as she drove them home.
“Mistress, couldn’t I just stay at home by myself? I’m a big girl now.”
“Oh, little one, I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you alone and not being able to protect you.”
“I used to live alone, Mistress. I did okay then.”
“Well actually, no you didn’t,” replied Marge. “You got yourself captured into slavery when you lived alone. I would feel horrible if something like that happened while I was gone.”
Kathleen blushed. “Yes Mistress, I suppose I did get myself captured.”
“So now we have three choices, pet. Which will it be? Mandy or your parents or the ranch?”
Kathleen groaned. None of the choices were the least bit attractive. She didn’t want to stay with the sadistic Mandy. She wanted desperately to reestablish “daughter” as her only role with her parents. And she couldn’t imagine fucking dogs at the ranch or having needles stuck in her breasts like they saw happening in the medical room there.
She finally decided to be boarded with her parents. After all, things would not get worse. She would just have to postpone the rebuilding of her relationship with them.
Marge packed that night. The next morning, she delivered Kathleen to her temporary owners. She had already emailed them a temporary custody agreement and it was signed and waiting for her when she arrived.
“This gives them full rights over you until I come back, pet. Obey them as you would obey me.”
“I will, Mistress” said Kathleen with tears forming in her eyes. “I will miss you.”
Marge gave Kathleen a hug. “I will miss you terribly, little one. I’ll get back as quick as I can.’ She could not stay long because she had a flight to catch. She left her prized possession in the hands of its new owner and then sped to the airport.
“You may hang your clothes in the closet, sweetheart,” said Betty after Marge had left. Without replying, Kathleen stripped and hung her clothes, leaving her naked other than for her ever present clit ring.
Kathleen’s only job for much of the day was to be there. She was to follow her mother wherever she went in the house and kneel to display herself. Betty had never taken the time to teach the girl how to kneel properly since they usually only had her overnight and had other, more interesting things to do with her. Today, she showed Kathleen how to properly kneel to display all of her charms and the slave got to practice all day long.
Betty was amazed at how her daughter took commands so readily and easily. She too wanted to gain Kathleen back as a fulltime daughter. She had hoped that the conversation on the couch from a couple of weeks earlier would lead her to conclude that she should not be anyone’s slave. She figured that if she knew that her parents would use her as a slave if she belonged to anyone, then she would realize that she should not be owned at all. That strategy had not worked, though. And, judging by the way she complied with every command quickly and to perfection, Betty started to assume that Kathleen would always be a slave. Maybe she was meant to be owned, thought Betty.
The Hickocks continued to look for a new home and Judy frequently stopped by in the afternoons. Today was no exception. She arrived at around three o’clock to find Kathleen kneeling in the kitchen as Betty was emptying the dishwasher.
“I see that my favorite slavegirl is back,” she commented.
“Yes,” replied Betty. “She’s on loan for the next three weeks or so until her owner gets back.”
“Oh wonderful. May Al and I borrow her some time? Al still talks about how wonderful it was to take her cherry.”
“Where would you take her? You can’t very well use her in a hotel room?”
“Probably the ranch. We kept up our membership while we were away. We kept meaning to come back and use it but never got around to it.”
Kathleen grimaced as she heard mention of the ranch, wondering if it was the same place that Marge had taken her the day before. She hoped not. There were too many unpleasant things going on there.
“We’ve always intended to check out the ranch but never got around to it. Maybe you could take us some time.”
“We’d love to take all of you. Speaking of all of you, where is Kim?”
“Oh, I forgot about her,” said Betty. Then, turning to Kathleen, she said, “Pet, would you take Kim some fresh water?”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kathleen. “Where is she?”
“In the basement.” Kathleen arose and went to the basement. There, she found a naked Kim crouched in a small metal cage in the corner.
“My gosh,” exclaimed Kathleen. “What happened? Why are you locked up?”
“I’m being punished. Master thought I was getting lax in my duties. So I have to spend a week as a puppy.”
“Wow!” gasped Kathleen. “I’ll have to be sure to behave. I was sent down here to give you some fresh water.”
“Thank you. But I really have to pee first. Could you let me out?”
“Sure,” said Kathleen. She opened the latch and let Kim crawl out.
“I have to go outside. Could you lead me?”
Kathleen blushed but did not say a word. She attached the leash to Kim’s collar, leading her to the sliding glass door and then into the backyard. Kim walked on all fours like a good little puppy should. She moved into the middle of the yard and then squatted, releasing her bladder onto the grass.
Kathleen was, at first, embarrassed by the act. Then, however, it seemed strangely erotic to see this beautiful woman behaving like a dog and accepting her current status. She watched the yellow stream splash onto the blades of grass and saw the pink little rosebud between the smooth bottom cheeks almost winking at her.
The flow stopped and Kathleen went back inside for a moment, returning with some toilet tissue. “Here, let me wipe you.”
“Thank you. I’m not allowed to do it for myself.”
Kathleen dabbed the tissue to Kim and noticed that it came away with a long string of Kim’s lubrication, indicating that the other slave was very aroused by her current role. Kathleen led Kim back into the house and sat down in a chair.
“Even puppies get to play,” she announced. “I’ll keep you company for a bit.” She picked up a ball and tossed it a couple of feet from Kim. Kim immediately retrieved the ball with her teeth and returned it to Kathleen, dropping it in her lap. Kathleen patted Kim’s head and tossed the ball a few more times for the puppy to retrieve.
“Let’s see if you’re a lap dog,” Kathleen said as she patted her lap. Kim clambered up into the chair and settled into Kathleen’s lap. It was one naked girl holding another one.
“How long have my parents owned you?”
“Since I was eighteen,” replied Kim. “Three years now.”
“How did you become owned?”
“I volunteered, I guess,” she replied. “I was a little on the wild side in my first year of college. I got into kinky sex and needed more. I answered an ad that they had placed on a local bdsm board. I still remember the ad. Couple looking for pet. 24/7. All expenses paid. Permanent. Two weeks later, I belonged to them and have ever since.”
“Wow!” exclaimed Kathleen. “Does it really mean permanent?”
“That’s what the contract said, although it also said that they could release or sell me if they choose. I’m hoping that they don’t sell me. I like it here. But they could if they wanted to.”
“I hope they don’t too. I like you. And it looks like I’ll be your slave sister for the next three weeks or so.”
“Oh great. I love being with you. But why for three weeks?” asked Kim. Kathleen explained the situation and the three options she had. Kim fully agreed with the Mandy decision. She had spent time being tortured by Mandy during times when Kathleen was claimed by her parents. She was actually a little excited by the ranch possibility, though. While she knew that she probably wouldn’t like everything there, she thought that the variety sounded like fun.
Kathleen still held the leash and draped it across Kim’s chest. She tugged lightly on the leash causing Kim’s left breast to jiggle. While Kathleen’s breasts stood out solidly from her chest, they almost looked fake because they were so firm. Kim’s breasts, on the other hand, had a very slight sag to them that Kathleen found much more appealing. The large beautiful breasts looked much more natural and womanly.
She wrapped the leash around the base of the right breast and tightened it slightly. “You really are beautiful,” remarked Kathleen. “But you don’t look at all like a puppy.”
“Woof,” said Kim which caused both girls to start giggling. Kim tilted her head and licked Kathleen’s left breast like a dog might, which sent them into a new giggle fit.
“Kat,” they heard from the top of the stairs. “Are you okay?” Being called Kat by her mother in her slave role still grated on her but there was really nothing she could do about it.
“Yes, Mistress. I’m just playing with the puppy.”
Two sets of footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. Betty and Judy found the two naked girls cuddled in the chair.
“She’s supposed to be a puppy; not a plaything.”
“She is a puppy, Mistress.” Kathleen raised her hand, showing that she held onto the end of the leash. “She’s just a little lapdog.”
“Woof,” said Kim again, causing both girls to start giggling again.
Just be sure to put her away in her cage when you are finished playing with her.” Betty and Judy went back upstairs.
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kathleen. Then she leaned down and sucked Kim’s left nipple between her lips. “I think I could play with these all day long,” she said and then sucked it back into her mouth.
“Puppies like you to play with them,” said Kim as she arched her back, feeding her breast to Kathleen’s lips. Kathleen tightened the leash around Kim’s right breast, constricting it at the base and causing it to bulge. Then she sucked that nipple into her mouth and clamped her teeth onto it.
“Mmmmm,” said Kim. “You sure know how to play with those puppies.” Before long, both girls were on the floor, licking each other in a sixty nine position. They climaxed and then fell asleep with their faces nestled at each other’s sex.