Princess Alana

Princess Alana (F/f F+/f D/s slavery reluctant) by Captv8td captv8td1@hotmail.com (mailto:captv8td1@hotmail.com) ============================================================================ Synopsis: Alana Montcliff is a successful young architect who has just bought a home that she plans to remodel. Little does she know that, while she is making plans for the house, neighbors are making plans for her. ============================================================================ Princess Alana Chapter 1: A New Home for Alana ============================================== Alana hugged herself as she sat up in bed. It was almost too good to be true. She had just spent her first night in her new house! She knew that it needed some work, but she knew that the old Victorian would someday shine and would become the jewel of the neighborhood. It had charm. Or, to be more correct, it had the potential for charm. The twenty five year old architect had been looking for almost a year before she found the neglected house in the fashionable historical district. Because she had been so active and insistent in her search, all of the real estate agents knew her and knew what she looking for. As a result, she was given a showing and had bought the house before it even had a chance to get listed. She laid back down and stretched out on the bed. This let her observed the cracked and peeling ceiling, but she knew that all it needed was a little tender loving care. That and some vision were what the house needed and she knew that she could provide both. Even at her young age, she had already established herself in the architecture firm where she worked. She was always brought in to consult on the most difficult renovation projects and had established a long list of clients who were loyal to her. It was rumored, within the firm, that she was to be named as a partner soon, which would make her the youngest partner ever. But that was not what was important to her. She just loved to create. And now, Alana had something of her own that would let her unleash her creativity. And it was the most exciting thing she could imagine. Eventually, she slid out of bed and stood up. She had to walk down the hall to the bathroom, but that was only going to be a temporary inconvenience until she created her master suite. After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she turned to inspect herself in the cracked full-length mirror on the back of the door. "Who would put a mirror there?" she wondered critically, but it did not stop her from conducting her inspection. "Not bad," she thought as she eyed her five foot, eight inch frame. Aside from her disheveled blonde hair, everything was perfect. Large bright blue eyes, an angular nose, a softly chiseled chin and full lips adorned her beautiful face. A long swan-like neck led down to her soft shoulders, which supported her slender but toned arms. Her chest had been a mixed blessing. She looked at her firm 36C breasts, admiring them and knowing that others admired them too, but knew that she had to keep them hidden with jackets and other loose fitting clothing when she was in a professional setting. She ran a hand down her firm belly and then ran her fingers through the little downy tuft of blonde hair above her sex. Turning slightly to inspect her bottom and finding it still firm and pert, she concluded her inspection and then showered, returning to her bedroom to get dressed. She had today and tomorrow to work at her job and then she had arranged a full week off to spend time fixing up her new home. She buzzed through her assignments that day and even had time to help some colleagues solve problems that seemed insurmountable. She met with some clients, attended some meetings and did some paperwork. But at quitting time, she uncharacteristically headed for the door and bee-lined home. She spent the evening making lists of what she wanted to accomplish during the upcoming week. After she had gotten home, she peeled off her clothes out of habit and prepared to shower. But then, she reasoned that she was likely to get all dirty again as she inspected the house so she just pulled a pair of panties up her legs. She figured that it was her house and, if she wanted to walk around it in nothing but a pair of panties, that was her choice. She started upstairs with a pad of paper and started listing chores room by room. When supplies or materials would be needed, she would jot those down in the margin. Anything that was to be done during her week off was circled. The uncircled items would be left for a future date. Her main objective for her vacation was to make the house livable and presentable. Paint and soap would be the primary ingredients. Renovation, such as moving walls, would wait for now. Room after room made the list grow longer. She would pick up all of the things that she needed after work on Friday. And then, on Saturday, she would make a tour of the outside to add to her current list before organizing and prioritizing everything into a plan that would guide her upcoming week and the next few months. Since her stereo was still packed, she had to settle for her Walkman but was still able to put on a little dance in several of the rooms or as she moved down a hallway. Thankfully, each of the downstairs windows had heavy blinds, which she made sure were closed. Apparently, the previous owners cherished their privacy. She had just finished a little pirouette at the end of the last song with her arms outstretched, pad of paper in one hand and pen in the other. When she opened her eyes at the end of the spin, she was confronted with the figure of a woman standing in the doorway to the room. She quickly ripped off her headset and brought the pad of paper to her chest to provide what little modesty she had remaining. "Aren't you a beauty?" commented the woman. "I... What... Who..." Alana stammered, too nervous to even finish a sentence. "I knew you were attractive when I saw you moving in the other day," the woman went on, "but I had no idea how much. As far as your questions go, I' m Grace, your next door neighbor. And I was bringing you a welcoming gift."

She held up a vase full of roses. "I knocked and then opened the door and called out for you. When I didn't get a response, I thought I should check to see that you were all right. Can't be too careful, can we?" "Oh god," muttered Alana. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone would see me or I would have had proper clothes on." She clutched the pad of paper even tighter to her chest but it really did not hide much. The full breasts protruded past the sides of the pad, providing an enticing view of the lush, smooth curves. "Well, I just wanted to welcome you. And there's no need for apologies. If I had a body like yours, I'd be dancing around naked also. " Alana felt her cheeks blushing furiously from the embarrassment of her predicament. Finally, she realized that she had to do something to move beyond this humiliating situation. "That was very kind of you, Grace. Won't you stay for tea so we can chat and get to know one another? Let me just run upstairs and throw some clothes on and I'll be right with you." "Tea would be lovely," smiled Grace. "But no need for clothes." She took Alana's hand and started leading her toward the kitchen. "I've already seen everything. And besides, it's just us girls. Unless you're ashamed of your body, that is." Alana opened her mouth to protest but then closed it as she steamed to herself. Ashamed of her body? Never! And if she could make a point by keeping a robe off of her shoulders, then now was the time to do it. Alana shook her hand free and stepped in front of Graze to lead her back to the kitchen where she rummaged around until she found a teapot and put some water on the stove to boil. Then she pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table with Grace. "You're a spunky one, aren't you?" asked Grace. "They don't come much spunkier," smiled Alana coolly. "I'll bet you were a cheerleader in college. You have that wholesome, girl-next-door air about you combined with a body that kills." "Actually," Alana replied, trying to hold back her irritation, "I was the captain of the field hockey and basketball teams. The cheerleaders used to dance around for me. And the boys sure knew how to dance." "Oh," said Grace as she raised her eyebrows," things have surely changed since my day." Alana took the time to assess her neighbor for the first time. She had been

rather preoccupied until now. Grace was a tall woman with attractive features and a well-preserved body. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties but Alana could tell that age would be difficult to judge with this woman. She was like many of her architectural projects: ageless. She combined elegance and aristocratic manners with down-hominess and all of that made her difficult to figure out. But, after all, this was just a cup of tea with a neighbor and Alana finally decided to make no more of the situation than that. "I'm certainly glad someone like you bought the old Holmes place. It has needed some work for years and I think you might be just the one to brighten it up." "Thank you Grace," replied Alana. "I'm excited by its potential. It has such great lines. Such depth. It just needs someone to master its potential." Grace sighed as she listened to the girl and nodded. "I agree. Great lines. Someone to master it." She paused for a moment and then asked, "will your husband be joining you soon?" Alana laughed. "No husband, Grace. This project is all mine." "Well surely you have a boyfriend who will help you with the heavy work." Grace wanted to figure out the connections that this girl had. "No boyfriend," replied

Alana. And then she caught herself before Grace could jump to the wrong conclusions. "And no girlfriends. I'm strictly into men. But there are no special ones at the moment." "A pity for them," Grace said. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I guess that your not having a boyfriend speaks volumes about the boys out there these days." "Oh no," protested Alana in defense of the males of the universe. She leaned forward to make her point but then quickly backed off as her naked breasts brushed across the top of the table. She felt her blush returning. " There are many wonderful men out there. And I date many of them. But I am so busy with my job that I haven't had a chance to get serious with any of them. And now, with the house, I will have less time. So I guess you'll just have to live with a single neighbor for awhile." Grace smiled. "I'll plan to do just that. How old are you, Alana?" "I'm twenty five," she responded. "A perfect age. So much potential," replied Grace. "Are you married, Grace?" asked Alana. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding." Grace sighed. "Widowed. And no, you are not intruding. It's a reasonable question. Now, it's just my daughter and me." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," replied Alana, truly sorry for the woman across the table from her. "Don't be sorry, dear," reassured Grace. "It happened years ago. It was difficult at first, but I have successfully put the pieces back together." Alana smiled. "Would you care for some more tea?" "Yes, please. That would be delightful." Alana arose and put the teapot back on the stove. "Shoulders back, girl," instructed Grace. "You are a walking masterpiece. Always display yourself properly." "Yes, Ma'am," replied Alana without thinking as she straightened herself and pushed back her shoulders. And then she blushed as she realized she had called her new friend Ma'am and hoped that she had not offended her neighbor. Some people hated that title. Grace caught the submissive tone in the response and raised her hand to hide the knowing smile that she knew must be creeping across her face. Alana busied herself with the fresh cups of tea and then sat down across from Grace. "Can you tell me anything about the history of the house?" asked Alana eagerly. "I can tell you about the last owners, but there's not much to tell. They were an older couple. He died about five years ago and then the house started to deteriorate. She died last year, and it has been ignored ever since. At least until this week. It has a whole new energy now." Alana smiled brightly, hearing Grace's words. "I just think that it has so much potential. And I can't wait to bring it back to life." "You're already bringing it back to life, girl," said Grace. "Seeing you dancing in that dining room told me that this house will have many exciting days ahead." Alana blushed again as she remembered herself being discovered in her dance. "Well hopefully nobody else finds anything in the house quite like you did."

Alana found that she truly liked Grace. The woman had seemed odd at first and somewhat pushy. But after sharing two cups of tea with her, she was growing fond of her new neighbor. "If that's how you really feel," responded Grace in a sad tone, "then I' ve done the world a great disservice. You looked magnificent. You looked free and natural and joyous as you moved through your house and danced. I want you to promise me something." "Oh," replied Alana, somewhat surprised. "What's that?" "I want you to promise me that you'll always be free and natural in your home. Well, you can't walk around naked when you have guests over. I understand that. But I want you to promise me that you'll always be naked when I come over and find you alone. Can you do that?" Alana gulped. Was she hearing her neighbor correctly? It sounded too strange. But then she remembered how guilty Grace had said that she would feel if her earlier intrusion changed anything about Alana. She nodded slowly. " Yes, Ma'am, I suppose I can do that. But I can't work on the outside of the

house that way." Grace felt another thrill race through her body as she elicited another Ma' am from the girl but tried to hide her excitement. "Good girl," Grace went on. "And when I say naked, I mean naked. Why are you wearing panties anyways?" "Dunno," replied a dumbfounded Alana. "I guess I just never got that far when I was undressing." "Well, I think it's time to lose them." Alana nodded slowly and then she reached beneath the table to remove her panties. She wasn't sure why she felt that it was the right thing to do, but somehow she knew that she should be totally naked in this house. "Stand up and remove them," said Grace in a soft but definitely commanding voice. As if in a trance, Alana nodded and then stepped to the side of the table to be in full view of her new friend and reached down, drawing the panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them and then stood nervously wondering if there was anything else she should do. "Another cup of tea would be splendid," remarked Grace as her eyes took in the sight of her new neighbor. The girl was magnificent and Grace's mind was churning as she tried to think of what to do next. Other than the pink thin line around the girl's hips where the waist band had been pressing against her flawless flesh, the girl was a perfect specimen. Even her pubic hair was a perfect example of perfect grooming with its light blonde hair having been trimmed to a little upside down teardrop. Alana went back to the sink to refill the teapot and set it back on the stove as Grace spoke again. "And I agree with you that you can't work outside like that. In fact, it would probably give Mr. Franklin across the street a heart attack. He's not used to such beauty. I'll come over Saturday morning and help you pick out some things that could be appropriate for outdoors work." "Yes Ma'am," replied Alana as she refilled the cups. She brought them back to the table but, as she did, Grace pushed out the chair beside herself in an obvious invitation to the naked girl to sit there instead of across the table from her guest. Alana sat down in the proffered chair and offered Grace her cup. "Thank you, dear," smiled Grace. "You are such a gracious hostess." "This is going much too well," thought Grace. "Should I push for more or play this catch slowly?" She decided that a slow but determined approach was better and said her goodbyes after they had finished their third cup of tea. Alana laid in bed, sleepless, for much of the night. She tried to blame it on all of the caffeine in the tea, but every time she moved her legs, she was aware of the slickness of her sex. She was not familiar with the emotions running through her but knew that there was something very sexual about it. Finally, she reached between her legs and stroked her clit to orgasm, allowing herself to finally drift off to sleep. Alana found it difficult to concentrate on Friday as memories of the previous evening kept returning. She finally gave up and left the office in early afternoon, starting her vacation a few hours prematurely. She made several stops on her way home, picking up supplies at the hardware store and paint store and then stopping at the grocery store to stock up for the weekend. At four o'clock, she pulled into her driveway and spend the next fifteen minutes unpacking her car and storing all of the items. This time, she did shower before getting to work, thinking that a nice shower would refresh her. After drying her body and hair, she stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hall to her bedroom. Just then, she heard a knock on the back door and quickly ducked into her room to grab a robe. As she scrambled down the stairs, she heard the door open followed by Grace' s voice. "Alana, are you here? Are you okay?" "Yes, Grace," called Alana. "I'm fine. I just got out of the shower," she smiled as she emerged into the kitchen to find her neighbor standing in the doorway. "Well that's good," commented Grace. "But you've already broken your promise." "Oh," said Alana as she realized what Grace was talking about. She slipped the robe off her shoulders and draped it over a kitchen chair to stand naked before her neighbor again. "Sorry." "That's okay, dear. Takes some getting used to, I'm sure. But you really should work on it. Something that beautiful should be celebrated and displayed whenever possible instead of hidden." "Yes Ma'am," blushed Alana, more from the compliment than her nudity this time. "I was just stopping by to see if you had any plans for tomorrow night," Grace went on. "I know you're planning on working all day and I figured you wouldn't want to be fiddling around with dinner. So I hoped you would come over to eat with us." "That would be lovely, Grace," replied Alana. "Thank you so much." "It will be my pleasure," smiled Grace. "I suppose I could have asked you tomorrow morning when I came over. I did say that I would stop by Saturday morning. But I figured I had to get on your schedule early. I'm sure a pretty young thing like you gets all sorts of invitations." Alana blushed again. It was true that she received many invitations but she almost always turned them down. She never seemed to have the time. And she had not met many people who she wanted to spend time with. "Well, I'm wide open tomorrow night, so I'm all yours. Thank you again." "Yes, you will be all mine," thought Grace. "Well, I best be on my way so you can get to work. Remember. No clothes." With that, she turned to leave but then stopped herself, turning back to Alana. "You don't want that pretty hair getting all tangled up in cobwebs and paint. Let me tie it up for you," Grace offered, but before Alana could answer, Grace was standing behind the girl, gathering her locks. The long, lush blonde hair flowed freely down Alana's back almost to the upper swells of her bottom. This allowed Grace's fingers to dance over the girl's flesh giving her the first taste of what the delicious girl felt like. Grace was in heaven as her hands moved across Alana's neck and shoulders under the pretense of gathering her hair. She produced a tie from somewhere and, quickly, Alana was wearing a ponytail that sprouted from the top rear of her head and flowed down her back. Grace stayed behind the girl longer than was necessary as her fingers moved down the ponytail, catching little feels of

the soft, warm, naked flesh. "Looks like you have a beautiful mane there,

little filly. Now off with you and get to work." With that, she gave Alana' s rump a light swat and disappeared out the back door leaving Alana dazed and confused. Grace smiled smugly as she crossed the yards to her own house. She had decided the night before to move slowly with Alana but she needed to step up the relationship a little at a time. Last night, she had started to exert her dominance of the girl and already had the girl understanding that her neighbor expected her to remain naked. This evening, she had started to get the girl accustomed to being handled by her. "This is going to be fun," thought Grace.

Princess Alana Chapter 2: Friendly Neighbors ============================================= In the morning, Alana found herself standing naked in the middle of her bedroom as Grace busied herself selecting an outfit for the girl. "It's a balancing act," explained Grace. "You really are a work of art that needs to be seen and appreciated. But we need to appreciate the sensibilities of others around you. We need to find the right enhancements that reveal and shelter at the same time." "I have to start remembering to lock my doors," thought Alana. She had been awakened from a deep sleep by her neighbor who had let herself into the house on her own. Now, Grace was going through her drawers and closet looking for just the right "adornments." Alana was truly appreciative of the compliments. It must be her vanity taking control. But she also felt that her privacy was being invaded. She made a mental note to talk to Grace about that later. But right now, she had to deal with getting dressed. Or, more importantly, making sure that she was not kept undressed for the work that she wanted to do outside. "What are you planning to do outside today?" asked Grace. "I just want to inspect the place more closely so I can make a list of things to do. That will help me figure out what I need to buy and who I need to hire and when I can afford to do it." "No problem, then. Sounds like you will only need to be outside for an hour or so," replied the snoopy neighbor. "I think so," responded the naked girl as she slapped her hands down against her thighs in frustration. "But does it really matter how long I'll be outside?" "Oh yes!" exclaimed Grace. "It matters a great deal. I needed to know if we needed to simply display you or if we needed to expose you to the sun." Grace returned to her self-appointed duty and finally returned with a t-shirt and some jeans. "This should work." Alana reached for the drawer containing her underwear but Grace quickly reached out and slapped Alana's hand away. "I said this should work." "Yes Ma'am" responded Alana as she stepped into the cutoff jeans and pulled them up her legs. She snapped the shorts shut and zipped them before trying to select the remainder of her wardrobe. "I think I should wear something on top too." Grace laughed. "I agree. We have to keep Mr. Franklin healthy. Try this on." Grace held out a t-shirt and Alana breathed a sigh of relief. She could deal with a lack of underwear. But she had been concerned about how her strange neighbor might insist on nudity in a broader setting. She poked her arms through the t-shirt and let the material flutter down across her belly. But then she watched in horror as Grace produced a pair of scissors. She wanted to protest but never uttered a word as Grace used the scissors to eliminate most of the bottom half of the t-shirt. "Grace!" protested Alana. "I can't go out there like this!" "And why not?" asked Grace, innocently. "I'm indecent!" "Oh, little one, you are anything but indecent," replied Grace. "You are the most decent thing I have ever seen." Alana blushed again at the compliment. "That's not what I meant. You knew it wasn't. I meant that I'm too exposed." "Oh, hush girl," responded Grace. "You're not nearly exposed enough as far as I'm concerned. But at least we've made you acceptable to the prying eyes of the neighborhood. You should be thanking me instead of whining." " Oh but Grace," Alana's voice trailed off.. "Hush child. I know what's best." Grace busied herself by creating another ponytail atop Alana's head and then stepped in front of the girl. "You can be such a spoilsport at times. We'll have to work on that." Alana remained silent through the entire chastisement. But finally, her eyes flew wide open as she gasped. Grace, who was standing in front of her, had touched her breasts! Not only was she touching her breasts, but she was holding them up in the palms of her hands! "These are real. Magnificent!" Alana wanted to protest the uninvited intimacy but a swat on the bottom and some instructions from Grace sent her outside. Grace joined her for a moment to give her the pad of paper and the pen. And then she left, leaving Alana standing in her front yard with the lower swells of her breasts peeking out beneath the cropped t-shirt. Alana glanced around the neighborhood quickly and saw that, thankfully, nobody was around. "Thank god for small blessings," she muttered to herself. "Best get this over with." She decided to start in the front while people were still in their houses and then move to the relative privacy of her back yard. Her experienced eye quickly addressed the building and soon she was making notes and drawing sketches of possible modifications. She continued to be pleased with her purchase and could not wait to bring the structure back to life. It really was a jewel and it deserved to sparkle. "Hi there," a male voice called out, startling her and breaking into her imaginings. She looked around and finally saw the man on the other side of a row of hedges at the side of the yard. "Oh. Hi there," she replied. "Ted Crandall," the man said. "You must be the new kid on the block." Alana smiled nervously. "Yes, I'm the new kid. Just moved in this week." She crossed to the hedgerow and extended her arm to shake hands. "Alana Montcliff," she announced. "Pleased to meet you, Alana. Your moving in has certainly beautified the neighborhood." Alana blushed as she realized that Ted was staring at her chest. Reaching out to shake hands must have lifted her shirt slightly because she could feel the cool breeze dancing over a little more breast flesh than earlier. Quickly, she withdrew her hand and ncrossed her arms over her chest in an effort to restore her modesty. "Thank you," she said nervously. Then she took a deep breath to steady herself. "I really love the neighborhood. It has such charm." Ted also took a deep breath but it was more to let out a whistle in appreciation of the beautiful creature standing before him. "Are you an actress or a model or something?" "No, nothing like that," replied Alana. "An architect." "Well you can build me whatever you want whenever you want, Miss Architect," exclaimed the man. Alana was starting to get annoyed by her neighbor but tried hard not to show it. "I design things, actually. Not build. If you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work." "No problem," said Ted, getting the message. "Hope I didn't offend. Maybe I can make it up by inviting you over to dinner tonight. I'm sure my wife would love to meet you." "And I would love to meet your wife and get to know the two of you," Alana responded graciously. "Perhaps next weekend. I'm already taken for this evening." "Sounds good to me. I'll talk to Meredith and we'll set something up. I' ll let you get back to work now. Nice meeting you, Alana." "Very nice meeting you too, Ted." And she returned to her list-making. "Taken," thought Ted as he watched the firm rounded bottom walking away from him and caught a glimpse of the smooth skin of the unfettered and partially exposed breasts. "I'd sure like to be doing the taking with that tender morsel." Alana was trembling after this encounter and could hardly even concentrate on the task before her. But somehow, she managed to finish in the front of the house with her ideas and projects for the house. The landscaping would have to wait for a day when she had more clothing. She moved to the backyard to look at what needed to be done there. She had only been in the privacy of the backyard for a few minutes before she again became self-conscious of her attire. "I'm dressed like a slut!" she thought. "Or an over-anxious teenager. This is ridiculous!" She stormed into the house and changed into a pair of jeans and a full t-shirt before returning to the yard to renew her survey. Alana felt much more comfortable, mentally, if not physically. She was at least back in control. She had to admit to herself, though, that her other outfit was more comfortable. The cutoffs might have been too short but at least they didn't bind at her knees and crotch. And it was much nicer to feel the natural breeze against her legs. The shirt was okay but, again, she missed the at-one-with-nature feel. Plus, her other outfit would help with her tanning. But it just wasn't proper, she decided. It was too lewd and revealing. She would suffer within the confines of more proper dress. Plus, she decided, it was time to be dressed inside the house as well. She would talk to Grace about that the next time she saw her. Grace watched Alana from an upstairs bedroom. She had observed Alana's interaction with Ted from a different window earlier and had chuckled at the way it had gone. Judging by the way that Ted's pants were tented out in front of him after the encounter, he was interested in Alana. She filed that away for future use. Grace had been plotting for over a year on ways to snare Meredith but had never come up with a scheme to capture her. Maybe the pieces were falling into place and she might end up owning the blonde beauty along with the modest but beautiful redhead, Meredith. Now she was watching Alana in the backyard wearing the newly donned jeans and t-shirt. She considered going over to her neighbor's to exert her authority again but decided that watching and waiting might give her more information that she could use later. She watched as Alana moved slowly around the perimeter of the yard, inspecting the tall privacy fence and the shrubs and vines that were held within. Alan tried to peer between each board in the fence and used her fingers to sample the leaves of each of the plants. A swing set sat in one of the back corners of the lot and Grace watched as Alana sat down, setting her paper and pencil aside, to swing back and forth for several minutes. "She's an angel," thought Grace. "My angel." Eventually, the swinging stopped and Alana moved back toward the house. Grace watched as the girl frequently tugged at her clothing and then saw her dart into the house. She reemerged a few minutes later wearing the cut-offs and the cropped t-shirt. "She's definitely mine!" exclaimed Grace who quickly ducked down in case she was heard by her prey. Saturday evening, Alana knocked on her neighbor's door. She carried a vase of flowers and a bottle of wine that she ran out to purchase that afternoon in preparation for her dinner with Grace. Alana waited for a few moments and then the door opened to reveal a younger and shorter version of Grace. "Hi, I'm your new neighbor. I'm Alana," she said. "Oh hi," replied the girl who appeared to be in her mid-teens. "Mom told me you were coming over. I'm Kelly." Alana handed the flowers to Kelly. "These are for you." And then she held up the bottle. "And this is for your mother," which caused Kelly to wrinkle her nose. "I see you two have met," observed Grace as she came out of the kitchen, complete with apron. She kissed Alana on the cheek and took the bottle from her. "That was very thoughtful of you. Thank you." Alana had a very enjoyable time with the mother and daughter as they stood in the kitchen while Grace finished the meal. And she enjoyed the dinner and the lively conversation that accompanied it. All three women pitched in to clear the table and clean the dishes and then they retired to the den. " So have you figured out how you're going to transform your new home?" asked Grace. "No, not really," replied Alana. "I know what I want to do inside to make it livable for awhile. And I came up with some ideas for sprucing it up outside. But the transformation will take awhile. I made a few sketches but I need to live in it for a bit before I'll know." "Well, I'm sure it will be lovely when you're done," said Grace. "It's already lovelier just having you inside it." "Thank you, Grace," murmured Alana. "But wait til you see the whole thing. " "That's fair," responded Grace. "We'll wait until you're finished. But speaking of the whole thing, I was telling Kelly how lovely you are. She accused me of exaggerating but I insisted that you were the perfect model of femininity. That you were the ideal. Would you take off your dress so I can prove her wrong?" "Grace!" hissed Alana as she leaned over to her hostess. "I can't do that!" "Of course you can," Grace whispered back. "I can help you if you like." "But she's just a teenager!" "She'll be fine with it. You don't have to worry about her acquiring any dietary obsessions to get a body like yours. She's pretty level-headed. And she turns eighteen on Thursday." Dietary obsessions were the furthest things from Alana's mind. She wasn't thinking about how the girl might starve or gorge herself to get the perfect body. It just wasn't proper to take one's clothes off like that. " Please do," said Kelly. "Mother has told me how beautiful you are. It's not that I doubt her because I can already see how beautiful you are. But I'd like to see all that she told me about." "That's fair," said Grace as she stood up and pulled Alana to her feet. She pulled the reluctant girl to the center of the room and then started removing the clothing. Grace took advantage of this moment to also accustom Alana to her touch. "Notice the long slender neck," commented Grace, running the fingers of both hands down Alana's neck, leaving a trail of gooseflesh behind. "Very elegant. Very aristocratic." The sundress was the first to fall to the floor and Grace wrapped her arms around Alana from the back before unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the floor. Alana glanced at Kelly but then averted her gaze when she saw the teenager staring intently into her eyes. Alana closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she felt Grace drawing her panties down her legs. She wondered why she wasn't protesting. Alana spent the rest of the evening naked among two other clothed females. They talked and laughed and Alana eventually stopped blushing. Finally, Alana went home wearing her sundress and being told that her hostesses would wash her underwear and return it to her the next day. She walked across the yards in a daze. "What do you think?" asked Grace after their guest had left. "Perfect birthday present, Mom," replied Kelly. "But do you think you can do it that fast?" "Pretty sure," said Grace. "I think she's ripe for the picking." "I sure hope you're right," smiled Kelly. "I can't believe it. My very first slavegirl."

Chapter 3: Setting the Hook ============================ Grace's actions over the next few days were deliberate. Her objective was to make Alana more and more dependent on her and to get her accustomed to being controlled. The second part of that was easy. Alana only put up feeble resistance and protests when Grace touched her or told her what to do. And by the end of the third day, there was not even much of that. Creating the dependence would be more difficult. Alana was a very capable young lady and had been relatively independent for years. It would be a matter of slowly chipping away at the girl's confidence. But this was a tricky art. If done too quickly or too clumsily, Alana could become offended and back away. If that happened, Grace knew that it could take years to enslave the girl. After Monday, when Alana stopped resisting being controlled, Grace brought Kelly in on the activities. After all, reasoned Grace, the beautiful young woman would eventually be her daughter's property. And she was hoping that Kelly would be able to take possession by Thursday. So Kelly was encouraged to play a controlling role. But the job of undermining Alana's confidence and making her dependent was too delicate to entrust to a teenager. Grace would have to do that herself. Little innocent questions and comments were insinuated into conversations. "Are you sure you want to go to town dressed like that?" "I'm sure you can do better." "Why do you wear your hair that way?" "That will make you fat." Slowly, Alana found herself seeking advice from Grace on just about everything. By Wednesday, advice had turned into permission and Alana needed to be allowed to do things. Kelly would stop by numerous times each day, typically under the auspices of checking to see how the remodeling was coming along. She would start each visit with a hug and a kiss, which she particularly enjoyed. It was wonderful to hold a fully-grown, naked woman. Grace had coached Kelly to start slowly but to steadily escalate. First was

the hug and kiss. A couple of visits later, Kelly held onto Alana's hand as they toured the progress. On the next visit, Kelly held the hand but controlled the movement, stopping, starting and turning Alana at will. A few more visits and it was an arm across the shoulders. Then it was an arm around the waist. By Tuesday evening, Kelly led Alana around with a hand on her bottom, something that Alana would have never allowed a few days before. Alana barely even noticed the change. And what little change she did notice was attributed to the loving nature of the mother and daughter. Alana figured that her new neighbors were becoming more and more comfortable with her and just letting their affections shine through. That evening, Alana returned to Grace's for dinner and quickly found herself naked again. But there was no blushing this time and the three females sat in the family room discussing everything under the sun. Dinner was served and eaten as the conversation continued. Finally, when everyone was finished, Grace spoke. "Alana, would you be a good girl and do the clearing?" Alana was slightly taken aback by the request but arose and started clearing the table. "Sure, no problem," she replied. Grace patted the naked bottom. "We'll be in the family room when you are finished. Oh, and bring us each a cup of tea." On Wednesday morning, Kelly escalated her control again. On the first visit of the day, she hugged and kissed Alana but the kiss lingered this time. Kelly held the naked woman tightly as the kiss seemed to go on forever. Finally, a flushed and panting Alana was released and it was evident to Kelly that she had aroused her future slavegirl.. The flush extended to Alana's chest and her two stiff nipples betrayed her arousal. "Whoa! What was that?" asked a dazed Alana. Kelly smiled brightly. "I really like you. I just wanted you to know that."

"Yes," breathed Alana, trying to catch her breath, "I could tell." A couple of more visits and Alana's breasts became fair game. "Yours are so wonderful," commented Kelly as she stood before Alana lifting a full breast in each hand. "I hope mine turn out like these." Instead of protesting the unusual familiarity, Alana consoled Kelly instead. "Nonsense," replied Alana. "You have a beautiful body. And your breasts are perfect additions to your form. Trust me. I'm an architect. I know about form." "Do you really think so?" asked Kelly. In actuality, she was quite proud of her breasts and had been just putting on an act. Quite proud of her entire figure, in fact. But she had a plan. Her five-foot five-inch frame was slender and she had a delicate look about her although she was actually quite strong. "Wiry, fast and strong," her lacrosse coach used to say when describing her. And her 34C breasts actually looked large on that frame. "Would you like to see them?" "Uh," stammered Alana. "I guess so. Sure." "Well you don't have to," Kelly said with a pout on her face. She was going to play this scene for all it was worth. "No, really," said Alana, worried that she had hurt Kelly's feelings. "I would love to see yours." "Hmph," hmphed Kelly. "I don't believe you." "Really I would." "Then ask me very nicely so I know you really mean it." Again, Alana was taken aback. She found herself in the position of either begging to see another woman's breasts or offending the woman. She chose begging. "Please may I see your breasts, Kelly? Pretty please?" Kelly smiled brightly. "Of course you can." And she grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled

it up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Alana found herself confronted with two breasts, which, as she had guessed, were beautiful. They were firm and full and stood high on the chest, proudly. They were very white when compared with the darker tanned skin that surrounded them and they were

each capped with a pretty pink nipple. "You can touch them if you like."

Not wanting to further offend her new, young friend, Alana reached up and placed her palms against the soft, smooth orbs feeling another woman's breasts for the first time in her life. "I think they're beautiful." Kelly smiled and kissed Alana again. "Thank you." When Kelly returned home, she described the latest developments to Grace and then, mother and daughter plotted out the next moves. Kelly returned to Alana's house about an hour later with two glasses of lemonade. "I thought you might be thirsty," said the girl. Alana smiled and accepted the glass but when she moved toward the kitchen where they would be able to sit down, Kelly caught her elbow and held her in place. "Let's just sit here and chat. It will be like a picnic." And Kelly sat on the floor crossing her legs Indian style. Alana also sat but found it difficult to find a position that didn't expose her lewdly. Finally she gave up and copied Kelly's position. The two girls gabbed for a bit as they sipped their drinks and then Kelly scooted forward toward Alana. She reached out and touched Alana's pubic hair. "I just wanted to see if yours felt like mine. I've heard that there are all different types." "Oh," responded a surprised Alana. "I never heard that before." She felt torn. Part of her viewed Kelly as a teenager who should be corrected by an adult. But she had started to view Kelly as just a curious younger sister. So the other part of her said that she should give Kelly some leeway to explore. Kelly ended up declaring that she couldn't tell any difference. She gathered up the glasses and let Alana get back to work. It was almost an hour to the minute when Kelly walked into the room where Alana was working. Alana was on her hands and knees and was painting the baseboard when the younger woman walked in. "Do you set your alarm clock to tell you when to come back over here?" Kelly laughed and denied that any alarm clocks were involved. Although, inwardly she knew that she and her mother had laid out a detailed timeline for the enslavement of Alana. "Nope. I just get bored easily," replied Kelly. "I try to do other things but I get bored and come back here. I find you exciting." "Oh," replied Alana who did not think of herself as all that exciting. "Well, you're welcome here whenever you want." Kelly looked at the open can of paint and was tempted to dip her finger in it to draw "K's" on Alana's back. But she thought better of it. After all, this woman was scheduled to become her slave tomorrow. No sense in scaring her off. "When you get to a breaking point, can we talk?" asked Kelly. "Sure," responded Alana. "Let me finish this little stretch and I'm all yours." Kelly smiled hearing those words. Alana finished her little stretch, put the lid on the paint can, dipped her brush in the thinner and then sat down with Kelly. "What's up?" Kelly put on a show of being embarrassed, but it was all just an act. "I wanted to ask you something." She bit her lower lip, trying to act nervous. " You aren't a virgin or anything like that, are you?" Alana laughed. "No. Of course not." Then she stopped. "Oh. Are you?" "No, of course not," responded Kelly. "I just didn't want to shock you." "Well I'm not," said Alana as she sat cross-legged again with her sex openly displayed to her guess. "So what's up?" "Hmmm" started Kelly. "I'm not quite sure how to start." She paused for a

moment. "Have you ever done anything kinky?" Alana blushed. "What do you mean by kinky?" "You know," said Kelly. "Strange. Strange sex." "Yes I know what you mean," replied Alana. "But I'm not sure I would call it strange. It was just different. Something to add spice." "Like being tied up?" "Yes. Like being tied up. It's not strange. It's just different. And exciting." Kelly furrowed her brow as if she were thinking. "Did being tied up excite you?" Alana laughed. "Best sex ever!" "Oh phewww! I thought I was losing my mind," said Kelly convincingly. "I thought it was strange." "No," smiled Alana as she leaned forward to kiss Kelly. "It's not strange." "Do you ever dream about being a slavegirl?" asked the younger female. Alana nodded. "I have." "I think the idea of slavery is so exciting," Kelly went on. "But I don' t know why." "I don't understand it either," remarked Alana. "It's just a powerful fantasy, I guess." "I guess," commented Kelly. "Do you ever think about owning a slavegirl?"

"Oh," said Alana. She had to stop and think. "No, I don't remember ever thinking about owning someone." "Well I do," said Kelly. "I think about being owned and I wonder what it might be like to own one." "Hmmm. Do you think about this a lot?" "A lot. And that's why I wanted to talk with you. I feel like I'm almost obsessing." Alana smiled and gave Kelly another kiss. She was really starting to view her neighbor more and more as a younger sister. "I doubt that you're obsessing. But it's a great fantasy. I sometimes imagine myself with a collar around my neck and my hands bound behind my back. Mmmm, nice fantasies." " Maybe you could be my slavegirl someday, then," remarked Kelly. Alana giggled. "Maybe." Two hours passed before Kelly's next visit. But in the interim, Grace stopped by. Alana wanted to ask permission to wear her red dress for a date on Friday. "Do you really think you have time for something so frivolous? You have a lot of work to do." Alana decided to cancel the date. Alana also wanted approval for the color she had selected for one of her bedrooms. Grace smiled and hugged Alana, telling her how well she had chosen. "I'm so proud of my girl." Kelly came back and tried to contain her excitement. This was a critical time in the relationship. She had to keep it light but she needed to set the stage for what was to come. "Remember what we talked about earlier?" she asked as, once again, they were seated across from one another on the floor. Kelly tried to focus but found her eyes wandering up and down taking in the sights of Alana's nudity.

"We talked about a lot of things," replied Alana. "What part are you talking about?" "You being my slavegirl," responded Kelly. "I thought you'd remember that." And she stuck out her lower lip again to pout for effect. "Ohhh. I remember that part. How could I forget?" Kelly giggled. "I remember it too. And I bought you something. Close your eyes." Alana obediently closed her eyes for the girl and, within moments, felt a collar being locked around her neck. "How does it feel?" asked Kelly. Alana gulped, feeling the snugness of the collar. "It feels like a collar."

Kelly laughed. "It is a collar, silly. It's my collar. And I had it engraved. It says `Alana Montcliff. Property of Kelly Dodd.' Isn't that exciting?" "Oh," said Alana, wondering if things had gone too far. "Yes, that's every exciting." Kelly was the one to lean forward for a kiss this time. "I'm so happy that you like it. I promise to be a good mistress. And I know you'll be a wonderful slavegirl." "This is just for play, isn't it?" asked Alana. "Well, let's just see,"

replied Kelly as she reached down and ran her finger through Alana's labia. "Pretty wet down there. Maybe we should play this more often. I can see that you really like the slavegirl fantasy." Alana just about jumped out of her skin when Kelly boldly touched her sex. This was getting out of control. Kelly quickly jumped up and left, leaving her confused slavegirl looking down at her very wet sex. Grace was the next to come by. Alana was still sitting cross-legged, observing the glistening petals of her sex. "Cute collar," observed the older woman. "Kelly gave it to me." "I wondered where she went. She said she was going shopping earlier but never said what for." "I guess it was for this," remarked Alana, running her fingers lightly over the leather. "It's very nice. It suits you perfectly," observed Grace. "Grace, I'm worried that things are getting out of hand. What should I do? " "How do you mean?" "Grace, haven't you noticed that I'm naked all the time? And Kelly keeps getting more and more forward all the time. And now this!" Again she pointed to the collar. "It all seems like just harmless fun to me. What are you worrying about?" Alana shook her head. "I don't know. It just doesn't feel right." Grace sat down behind Alana and pulled the naked girl to her, wrapping her arms around Alana and holding her. She nuzzled her face into the long mane of blonde hair and tried to calm her neighbor. "I still don't understand what's wrong." Grace started moving the palm of one hand in light circles over Alana's belly. The other hand slid upward to cup a breast, cradling the firm, warm flesh and caressing it softly. "Tell me what's wrong, little one." " Oh Grace, I just don't know. I'm so confused. I don't want to hurt Kelly' s feelings. That's the last thing in the world I want to do. Tell me what I should do." Grace gave Alana a squeeze. "I know you don't want to hurt her. She has to understand, though, that not everyone has slavegirl fantasies and that those just don't appeal to you." "No, it's not that," interrupted Alana. "I have slave dreams just like most girls. And some of those are really powerful and erotic. But I don't want us to get in over our heads." "I see. Does wearing this collar excite you?" asked Grace. To answer her own question, she slid her hand down to cup Alana's sex finding it steamy and very, very wet. "Oh yes. I see that you do seem to be finding it exciting." Alana whimpered. "I just don't know what to do." "What do you want to do?" asked Grace as her fingers gently stroked the slick petals of Alana' s sex and the other hand toyed with a very stiff nipple. "I don't know Grace. What should I do?" The talented fingers continued to stroke and explore Alana's sex, adding to the confusing swirl of emotions rushing through her. "I honestly don't understand what you're worried about, sweetie," said Grace. "Kelly apparently dreams about having a slavegirl and you say that you dream of being a slave. And from the feel of things, you find that very exciting." To emphasize her point, she stabbed two fingers into Alana's swampy sex and pinched a nipple causing Alana to suck in her breath and shudder. "What am I missing?"

"I d..d...don't knoooowwwww," wailed Alana. Grace continued to hold the girl, letting her fingers dance and tease until Alana was finally pushed over the edge. A shudder, a moan and then some soft whimpers were evidence that

Grace had elicited an orgasm out of the girl. Grace planted a line of little kisses up Alana's neck and cheek. "You are such a precious thing. Such a beautiful slavegirl." "Am I really a slave?" asked Alana in almost a whisper. "Not yet, pet," replied Grace. "But you should be. You would be a most valued treasure." Reluctantly, Grace finally backed away from Alana and stood up. "I'll be back later," she said. "And you're coming over for dinner." "Yes Ma'am," was the quiet response. Grace wanted to spend some time with Kelly mapping out the final details of the capture. Everything was going according to plan but a slip-up at this point could produce a huge setback. Many decisions had to be made. Would Alana live in her new home or in theirs? Since Kelly was going to own Alana, maybe Kelly should move in with her slavegirl. Should they draw up papers for Alana to sign? Should they register her or just own her? Grace thought that registering would make it easier to sell the girl if they ever decided to do that, but she couldn't ever imagine parting with Alana. Should Alana be allowed to continue working? Should they start to modify her appearance and, if so, how fast and when? Grace had been thinking that shoulder-length platinum blonde hair would like striking on Alana and it would make her look like the ultimate sex-toy. How should they orchestrate tonight so that the girl would be ready to become a birthday present tomorrow? So many decisions. And then there was the issue of Alana's status. Grace had been assuming that Alana would be enslaved and would become the property of her daughter. But there was always the possibility of simply turning her into a submissive. There was also the possibility of just continuing to exert dominance over the neighbor. Grace enjoyed toying with Alana's mind. Maybe that would work out for awhile. She wasn't exactly sure of the implications of each of the options and would have to think them through.

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 7: 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.

Chapter 8: A Bonus Slavegirl ============================ "Hi, Princess," said Kelly. "Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Meredith, pulling away from Alana and using one arm to cradle and hide her breasts while using the other to cover her sex. "I' m so sorry Grace. I don't know what got into me." "Nonsense," replied Grace as she crossed the room and gave Meredith a kiss on the cheek. "What are you talking about?" "Naked," stammered Meredith. "I'm naked." Grace smiled and then stepped in front of Meredith, grasping a wrist and drawing the protecting arms away from the redhead's body. "Of course you are. Quite naked. And quite beautiful." "Oh god," groaned Meredith although she did not struggle against Grace's grip, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Grace. Meredith glanced at Alana looking for reassurance but only received a shrug in reply. "There must be something about this house," commented Grace. It always seems to get beautiful women to take off their clothes." This elicited a giggle from Kelly who was seated at the table, observing the interaction. "I should probably be going," muttered Meredith but she did not make any movement to depart. "Nonsense," replied Grace. "Don't let us interrupt. We should be leaving if anyone should be. Should we leave?" "No," replied Meredith softly. "You don't have to go." "Then we'll stay. I see that you are getting acquainted with our new pet," said Grace. Meredith's eyes flew wide open and she quickly turned her head in Alana's direction. "They're your owners?" Alana shrugged her shoulders again and nodded. "Well, actually, Kelly is my owner." Kelly smiled brightly. "Oh god," was all that Meredith could say. Grace took this opportunity to lower Meredith's arms, placing her hands at her sides. Meredith made no moves to cover herself and just kept them where Grace had put them. Kelly got up and walked over to Alana, placing the collar around her neck again. "It says Alana Montcliff. Property of Kelly Dodd." Meredith shook her head in disbelief. "We have one for you too," Grace told Meredith. "Oh I couldn't. I'm married." Grace smiled knowingly. "I was too, once. It never stopped me from owning girls. I don't see why it should stop you from being owned. The idea excites you, doesn't it?" Meredith blushed deeply at the question and averted her eyes downward. Grace tucked a finger under the blushing girl's chin and tilted the head upward

to look her in the eyes. "Yes, I can see that it does," observed Grace. " It excites you a lot. You yearn to be my slave. You were born to be my slave." "I... I... I" stuttered a shocked Meredith. "Hush, little girl," soothed Grace as she leaned forward to lightly kiss Meredith. "You don't have to answer. I'll make all of your decisions for you." Meredith fell silent. "It can be our little secret," Grace went on. Or we can bring Ted in on it if you prefer." "How would we do that?" asked Meredith in a voice just barely above a whisper. This response told Grace that the girl was hooked. She hadn't rebelled. She had simply asked how things would work. "However it makes the most sense," replied Grace. She reached up and placed a palm over each of Meredith's full, ripe breasts and just rested them there as she continued. "He could be a slave or a Master. I don't know him well enough to know which is best." "Ted a slave?" asked Meredith. "Or a Master," nodded Grace. If he's slave material, then the two of you can be my owned couple. If he's master material, then I can share title of you with him. "Grace started moving her hand, letting her palms glide over the silken flesh of Meredith's breasts. Then, she lowered her hands and pulled a collar out of her pocked. She held it to the naked girl's neck and buckled it snugly. "It says Meredith Crandall. Property of Grace Dodd." "Oh god," said Meredith as she shuddered. Alana watched in awe as another woman who she had known for only a day had become enslaved right before her eyes. And there had been no resistance, no struggling, no protests. She had no idea that it was so easy to enslave someone. Alana also felt a little bit of guilt over the whole matter. She realized that she had been used as bait to trap her neighbor. She had been given her commands by her owner and had allowed herself to be used to lure Meredith.

But Meredith did not seem to mind. She seemed to be off in some kind of dream world, so maybe this was something she really wanted. Maybe this was fulfilling one of her deep dark fantasies. Alana did think that the collar looked very erotic against Meredith's pale skin. Maybe she knew how sexy and desirable slavery made her look. Grace continued as she let her fingers glide along the lower edge of the collar, rubbing along the tender flesh, also. "That was easy, wasn't it?" she asked in a soothing voice. "No fuss. No big decisions to make. I make all of your decisions for you now. I have lifted all of your responsibilities and burdens from your shoulders." "You only have one decision left to make and then you will be totally free.

Do we include Ted?" "Ted," whispered Meredith. "You don't have to decide this very instant, little one," said Grace as she attached a leash to the new collar. "Let's just relax for a bit. You can think about it." Grace led Meredith into Alana's family room since the living room walls were still wet and all of the furniture was covered. Kelly followed with a hand on Alana's bottom, propelling her forward. The two owners sat side by side on the couch. The two slaves knelt on the floor in front of them. "How does it feel to have a slave sister?" asked Kelly as she leaned forward to lift and hold Alana's breasts. The whole scene seemed surrealistic to Alana. She couldn't even begin to imagine what her new "slave sister" was thinking. "It feels good, Mistress," Alana replied. Hearing the woman call the teenager `Mistress' caught Meredith by surprise and she whipped her head around to stare at Alana with wide eyes. "I like Meredith a lot." The four women remained like this, chatting and getting to know one another better for close to an hour. Each woman on the couch demonstrated their ownership of the women on the floor by frequently fondling breasts, caressing shoulders and kissing. It seemed to have the effect of acclimating Meredith to her new status because, after a while, she stopped blushing and tensing. Grace talked in generalities about what would be expected of the girls. She had already decided that they would have to be part-time slaves. It would be too disruptive and costly to pluck them completely out of their current lives. And she thought it might be too unwieldy to have two slaves around the house all the time. She remembered how much work the twins had been. And even with the help of Kelly, she thought it would be too much to have two slaves all the time. Even Kelly was going to be a handful. She was brand new to being an owner of slaves. Grace would have to take some time in training her daughter in the care and feeding of girls like Alana and Meredith. So that added to her decision to make the girls part-time slaves. She talked about their training. When she discovered that Ted would be out of town for the next week, she announced that she would try to line up some lessons with a master she knew. This caused the two kneeling girls to glance furtively at one another. "And then there's the question of Ted," she concluded. "You will have to decide if you want him included, pet." At that point, she was rolling the hardened nipples of Meredith back and forth between her fingers. Meredith simply nodded. "Yes, Mistress would be an appropriate response," said Grace as she pinched the nipples hard, eliciting a yelp out of Meredith. "Yes Mistress," replied Meredith quickly, casting her eyes down submissively. Grace arranged to be invited to dinner the next evening so she could get to know Ted better. She wanted to find out for herself if he was dominant of submissive. On Sunday night, Grace walked back into her own house to find her daughter watching MTV and Alana kneeling between Kelly's legs with her face buried in her crotch. "Definitely submissive," announced Grace. "It's still up to Meredith, but if she decides that he joins us, then I'll have my first owned couple."

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