Chapter 5
Kathleen knew she had to stop this. The episode of the adult novelty store made it even clearer in her mind. She had been paraded around naked and exposed to total strangers. Not only that, but she had been essentially raped with that dildo in front of a crowd of people she had never seen before and hoped to never see again.
She sat at the kitchen table and idly ran her finger around the edge of her collar. She had been instructed to wear it at all times in the house. She was to wear the black one for gardening. She was naked other than for the collar.
She concentrated on her task of freeing herself from the tightening grasp of her neighbor. So far, nothing had worked. She had tried protesting but that had hurt Marge’s feelings. She had tried to use logic but Marge had always been able to twist the argument in a way that made slavery seem very logical, even to Kathleen. Maybe she should try acting happy to be a slave and eager to please her mistress. Maybe Marge would lose interest once the seduction and capture was complete.
She did have to admit that some aspects of her current condition were not all that bad. She liked the all over tan that she was developing. She had always hated tan lines but had never been bold enough to do anything about it. Now, she was forced into nudity and one of the benefits was the elimination of those horrid tan lines.
The other benefit was the orgasms. She had not climaxed in the two years since her husband’s death. Even when he was still alive, she had not experienced orgasms like the ones she was having these days. It sometimes made her wonder if she was just protesting her situation to assuage her guilt. Maybe she really was meant to be a slave. She had to admit that she seemed to be constantly aroused. She couldn’t even sit in her own furniture without first placing a towel down to soak up her juices.
But she knew that it all had to stop. It just wasn’t right.
She was instructed to be at Marge’s house at 1:00, which was only five minutes away. She was told to wear nothing but the sarong that Marge had given her. She held it up again and looked at it. The brightly colored floral print seemed so tiny. She wasn’t sure that it could be arrange to provide her with much modesty.
She stood up and went to the mirror. She turned in profile and lifted her breasts, admiring how they glowed with the sunshine they had been receiving. She patted her belly and smiled at how tight it was. She really did have a nice body.
She spread the sarong in her arms and wrapped it around her body, arranging it as best she could. The upper swell of her breasts were clearly on display but at least her nipples were covered. Her sex was also protected but she knew that the slightest hint of a breeze would expose her for all to see. She took a deep breath and then went into the backyard to head to her neighbor’s house. She managed to get to Marge’s back door without being seen. At least she didn’t think she had been spotted. Marge’s fence was not nearly as tall as hers so a neighbor might be able to see her in the tiny garment. At least it was a calm day so she wasn’t flashing anyone.
“Come in, sweetie,” smiled Marge.
“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Kathleen as she stepped into the house.
“I’m so glad you could come. I thought I should host you for a change. You have always so graciously hosted me. Come into the living room with me.”
Kathleen was surprised that she had not lost the garment. She expected Marge to untie the knot between her breasts as soon as she arrived. Instead, she had been allowed to remain clothed. She followed Marge into the living room and then stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting on the sofa was Marge’s younger sister, Mandy.
Mandy was almost a carbon copy of Marge. Tall with long black hair, she had a beautiful face and a stunning figure. The only difference was that Mandy was ten years younger than Marge, although nobody would ever guess it. Marge was so beautiful that they looked like identical twins.
“See what I have?” smiled Marge.
“Oh my,” replied Mandy. “You weren’t kidding.”
Marge had been telling Mandy about her new slave but Mandy had a hard time believing he. Marge told her to just wait and see. Her pet would be arriving at one o’clock wearing a tiny sarong and a white collar. True enough, that’s how the pet arrived.
“Oh my gosh,” uttered Kathleen. She was dumbstruck that Marge would involved her little sister in this. Mandy just smiled at Kat from the couch.
“May I?” asked Mandy as she arose from the couch.
“Please be my guest,” replied Marge. And then she added to Kathleen, “Be a good girl.”
Kathleen watched with dread as Mandy closed the distance between them and then stood in front of her. She reached up and ran a delicate finger along the lower edge of the collar and read aloud. “Kathleen Collins, property of Margaret Mayfield.”
“Are you really my sister’s property, Kat?”
“Yes, I think so,” Kathleen responded. Then, she wanted to kick herself for the response. This was a chance to slow things down and maybe even stop the insanity. Instead, she had just affirmed her status as a slave. How could she be so foolish.
“You know,” Mandy went on, “my sister and I share everything.” Mandy lowered her hands to the knot holding her sarong in place. Kathleen trembled slightly and lowered her eyes.
It was true that the two girls shared everything. Despite the difference in their ages, they were very close. They shared clothes and cosmetics. They shared cars and appliances. They had shared boys, both together and separately. They had even shared their bed.
They had been frequent lovers since Mandy was sixteen. Even though they both dated boys and other girls, they kept drifting back to each other’s arms. They sometimes made warm and tender love to one another but mostly it was wild, adventurous sex. They had even tried domination and submission but found it difficult since they both had dominant tendencies. They finally fell into an arrangement of alternating dominant and submissive roles. Today was to be a day for Mandy to dominate but Marge had surprised her by telling her that she had captured a new slavegirl for them to play with.
Mandy had known Kathleen since Kat had moved in five years earlier. At the age of sixteen when she was first starting to have sex with her older sister, she was also attracted to the beautiful housewife next door. In fact, if truth be told, she had a crush on Kathleen.
Mandy lifted Kathleen’s chin with a fingertip and gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. She returned that hand to the knot and started to slowly untie it as she continued to stare at Kathleen. She noticed the blush spread across the slavegirl’s cheeks and also noticed that her actions were causing gooseflesh to form across the girl’s chest and arms. Finally, she got the knot undone and spread the sarong by extending her arms.
“Oh my,” exclaimed Mandy. “She’s beautiful. She’s perfect.”
Kat wanted to avert her eyes but felt that she couldn’t. Instead, she watched as Mandy’s eyes roamed over her nudity as if studying every curve. Mandy dropped the sarong to the floor and reached up, running a finger tip from each hand around the two nipples, smiling as she saw them stiffening.
Mandy leaned forward and kissed Kathleen on the lips. “Welcome to the family, little Kat.” Again, Kathleen wanted to avert her eyes but felt compelled to keep her eyes locked on Mandy’s. Again, Kathleen trembled.
“She’ll provide us with hours of fun,” Mandy remarked to her sister.
“Oh she will,” agreed Marge. She is so responsive to everything. You’ll just love her.”
“Oh, I’ve loved her for years,” confessed Mandy. “I just couldn’t act on it until today.” She leaned down and fluttered her tongue over Kathleen’s left nipple causing it to stiffen even more. Then she wrapped her lips around the little bud and drew it into her mouth. She suckled for a few moments and then drew her head back, letting her teeth rake lightly along the stiff nubbin before it popped free.
“Mmmm, delicious,” she said.
Marge, in the meantime, had taken a seat on the sofa. She loved her sister dearly and took joy in watching Mandy discover and explore the new toy. She watched as Mandy bounced and suckled each of the wondrous breasts. She saw Kathleen turn crimson when Mandy slid a finger into the girl’s sex and then used her sex as a handle to lift her onto her toes.
Mandy raised the finger to her lips and, again, gazed into Kathleen’s eyes as she licked he finger like a lollipop and then sucked it into her mouth to clean it. Marge admired her sister’s form. Her younger sister had very ample breasts that were enhanced by the tight fitting top she had on. The top also showed off the waspish narrow waist and her jeans rode low on her delicious hips.
Mandy reinserted a finger into the slave and then turned her, facing away from Marge, and bent her over at the waist. Kathleen whimpered as she felt Mandy parting her bottom cheeks with one hand while plunging the finger that she had just lubricated into the girl’s rectum.
“I’m going to enjoy this new toy, sis,” smiled Mandy as she sawed her finger in and out of Kathleen’s bottom. “Thank you.”
“We’ll both enjoy her. She’s such a delightful little pet. And she has accepted her new role so readily. Haven’t you, sweetie?”
Kathleen was panting now at the violation of her bottom. The finger was sending strange, unwanted thrills though her body and she felt her sex actually dripping with her juices, coating her inner thighs. She heard the question but decided to ignore it for fear that her words would plunge her deeper into slavery.
“Your mistress asked you a question,” exclaimed Mandy. She punctuated her sentence with a loud slap to Kathleen’s bottom.
“Owww,” cried Kathleen. “That hurt!”
“It was supposed to hurt. Now answer the question.”
Kathleen thought it best to act like she did not hear the question rather than proving that she had ignored it. “I’m sorry, Mistress. What was your question?”
She was rewarded with another spank, this time much harder than the first. “Pay attention to your mistress.”
“I was telling Mandy how quickly you have accepted your new life as my slave. Our slave. And I asked if you agreed.”
Kathleen felt shame rush through her body as she answered the question, realizing that she was sealing her fate even more thoroughly. “Yes, Mistress, I am your total slave.”
“And am I your mistress too?” asked Mandy as she continued to pump her finger in and out of Kathleen’s rectum.
“Yes, Mistress,” panted Kathleen. “I am your total slave too.”
“Oh they are going to just love her at the house,” remarked Mandy. “I can show her there, can’t I?”
“I don’t see why not,” replied Marge. Mandy was still in college and had another year to go. She belonged to a sorority that had gained a reputation for some pretty wild behavior. All of the sisters and pledges had been selected for their beauty and were generally viewed as the most desirable on campus. While they did date guys there, they mostly kept to themselves.
The sorority culture was based on a domination and submission theme. Freshmen pledges were the slaves and could be used by any of the sisters. The sophomores were ladies in waiting and had some authority over the pledges but were still controlled by the upper class girls. The juniors were the mistresses and took responsibility for training and punishing the pledges. Mandy was looking forward to being a senior next year. The seniors were referred to as goddesses. They were cared for by the pledges and sometimes the sophomores who bathed them and pampered them and served them sexually. But in that environment, nobody took their roles too seriously. Pledges served their time but knew that their time as a slave was limited. Seniors enjoyed the tongues and lithe bodies of the freshmen but knew that they would be graduating and would soon be out in the real world.
Mandy looked forward to returning to school with a real live slave. She would be the envy of everyone. Not only because she had a slave but because the slave was so beautiful and was so much older than anyone in the sorority. She thought how wickedly humiliated Kathleen would be when she was displayed to the sisterhood and forced to perform depraved acts for them
Kathleen did not know much about the sorority but she had rumors and little tidbits from Marge. If only half of what she had heard was true, it would be an awful time for her. She would have to figure out a way to break the bonds of slavery before then. Hopefully, she would escape much sooner.
Chapter 6
Mandy spent most of her time at her sister’s house during the summer. As a result, Kathleen had a mistress present on an almost constant basis. Both of the sisters were quite dominant although Mandy had a cruel streak about her whereas Marge was demanding but loving.
By a month into the new arrangement, Kathleen had pretty much resigned herself to her current lot in life. She still hoped to return to her previous life soon, but having two mistresses wore her down. Every protest was met with confounding logic by Marge or punishment by Mandy. She would have to wait to get things right again.
Over time, Kathleen became a sexual plaything for Marge. Marge taught her slave how to use her tongue and Kathleen spent many hours kneeling between her mistress’ legs with her face buried between the shapely thighs. Marge would frequently reciprocate, although Kathleen was typically bound while Marge licked her to remind her that she was a slave. Kathleen was quickly getting to a point where she did not need to be reminded. She was even starting to see herself as a slave.
Marge loved to fuck her girl too. She had bought strap-on harness with a selection of dildos in different shapes and sizes. Marge seemed to prefer the missionary position and Kathleen learned to enjoy the feel of Marge’s full, soft breasts pressing against her own.
Mandy, on the other hand, enjoyed humiliation and pain. The clamps were frequently used and were tightly applied. She also loved hanging weights from the crushed little buds and hearing the shrieks of pain as the nipples were pulled down or bitten cruelly with toothed jaws of a clamp.
She fucked the slavegirl but, more often than not, the dildo would impale Kathleen’s bottom instead of her sex. It had been extremely painful at first but now, as she adjusted to having her bottom filled, it was just humiliating. Marge had rigged a frame in her basement and Mandy loved to tie the slave into it, stretching her limbs to the four corners of the frame. Paddles and whips were used interchangeably and all surfaces of the slave’s body were fair game.
The first time that her breasts had been whipped, Kathleen thought she would die. The long leathery tail snapped against her glorious orbs, sending pain jolting through her stretched body and leaving mean looking welts behind. But the whipping of her breasts was nothing compared to having her sex tortured. One day, Mandy saw to it that Kathleen was shaved and smooth. Then the slave was put into the frame. Mandy produced a paddle which punished the beautiful bottom and thighs. Before concluding, however, she gave the girl five hard strokes to her bald and vulnerable sex which caused her to scream at several octaves higher than ever before.
Mandy was not all cruelty. She would masturbate or lick the slave during intermissions in the torture. She was always careful not to let the girl climax until the end, however. Then, right after the grand finale of punishment, she would push Kathleen over the edge into an explosive orgasm which frequently caused her to pass out.
On this day, Kathleen was experiencing a different form of punishment. She was riding he dildo pole as the two sisters made love. The pole was positioned beside Marge’s bed and had been raised as high as possible, pressing painfully against Kathleen’s cervix. Mandy was lying on the bed with Marge on top in a sixty nine position. Kathleen had to witness the incestuous coupling and felt her face crimson with shame. It was humiliating because it was two beautiful sisters licking each other’s pussies. But it was also shameful because of how her body was reacting. She was lubricating freely because of the lewd scene before her and wished that it was her tongue servicing the two mistresses.
Perhaps the cruelest thing that Mandy did was to loan the slavegirl to someone else. One of the sorority sisters who had recently graduated called Mandy with a request. She had been invited to an event but needed to bring a slavegirl with her. She wanted to know if Mandy would mind acting as her slave for the day. Mandy thought seriously about accepting because it sounded exciting and fun. Despite her dominant nature, she enjoyed being submissive occasionally and she adored Allison. But she decided that it might send mixed messages to the sorority if there were any other sisters at the event.
“I’d love to, but I can’t,” she told Allison. “But I have the perfect solution. You can take my slave for the day.”
“You have a slave?” asked a surprised Allison.
“Yes. Well, Marge and I share a slave. But she can be all yours for that day if you want her.”
“Wow,” remarked Allison. “Is she trained? Is she pretty?”
“She’s absolutely beautiful. And a natural blonde, although you can’t tell it right now. She has a bald pussy. I know how much you like blondes. And I wouldn’t say that she’s trained. She’s obedient but we haven’t spent any time teaching her slave etiquette or anything like that.”
“How old is she?” Allison was worried that the wild Mandy might have enslaved some underage teenager and she didn’t want to get herself arrested.
“Twenty six.”
“Wow,” she said again. She would be showing up with a mature woman who was four years her elder as her slave. That certainly wouldn’t hurt her image. She did not know why, but having an older slave seemed so much more exciting to her. She could just imagine what must be going through a slave’s mind when she knew that her mistress was younger than her.
“Have you loaned her out before?”
“No, you’ll be the first.”
“I’ll take her,” said Allison.
“Do you want to get to know her at all first?”
“No. I’ll take your word for it. But do me a favor and don’t tell her about this until I come to pick her up. It should be delicious to watch her reaction when she learns that you have given her to someone else.”
“Okay. But I can tell Marge, can’t I?”
“Sure. Just let her know to keep it a secret.”