"You know that I wasn't kidding the other night, don't you?" asked Rose as Laura knelt at her feet on the patio.
"Kidding about what?" asked a confused Laura.
"I wasn't kidding about anything. I wasn't kidding about you being beautiful and the most magnificent creature I have ever seen. I wasn't kidding about wanting to buy you and own you. And I wasn't kidding about being willing to pay any price to have you. I guess I have proven that last one, haven't I?"
"Yes Mis… Yes, you have proven that," replied Laura. "What should I call you when you own me?"
"Hmmmm. The title. I know that is important to many in the scene. I just haven't ever found much use for them. Tell you what," said Rose as she idly toyed with one of Laura's nipples, "just call me Rose. Or Miss Rose, if that makes you feel more comfortable."
Laura smiled up at her new owner, thinking that Rose might turn out fine, after all. "Okay, Rose. But let me know if you change your mind."
"Deal!" said Rose, giving the nipple a confirming pinch and causing Laura to suck in her breath. "Now, here's what I have planned for the weekend. I'm all packed. Let's head up to the cabin now. We'll do some swimming and relaxing. And I figured we should probably start running since it seems like we are going to be a matched pair of ponies in a few weeks. I figure we can run three times a day and still have plenty of time left over for fun."
"I have not packed anything, though," replied Laura. "I didn't realize we were going to be leaving so soon and I didn't know what to pack."
Rose laughed. "But you are packed, little one. You are already wearing everything you will need."
Laura sighed as she realized that everything that she needed was nothing and that she would be spending another weekend naked. "Oh well," she thought, "It's nothing new. And maybe it won't get any worse."
"Now fetch my bags from the front hall and let's go." Laura went back inside the house and grabbed the two bags, following Rose into the garage. Rose told her to hop into the little sports car and Laura felt like she was going to die. The little thing was so low and the top was down. She would be completely exposed to practically every driver on the road.
"Oh but Rose. Can't I have something to wear? I could be arrested."
"Sorry," replied Rose. "Nothing to wear until Sunday night. But I will put the top up for you. Or you could ride in the trunk. Which will it be?"
Laura sighed. "The front will be fine with the top up, I suppose." But she still knew that she would be pretty well exposed to most of the people on the road.
The two of them sped off, and within ninety minutes, were at their destination. Rose continually toyed with Laura's exposed and vulnerable body throughout the trip. Laura tried to slink down in her seat so that her nudity was less visible to other drivers, but still received a few honks and whistles as some people sighted her exposure.
The cabin turned out to be a palatial estate on a private lake. According to Rose, the closest neighbor was several miles away. That was very good, according to Rose, because it would let them play any way they wanted without fear of interruption.
Laura emptied the car and carried Rose's bags into the house. Rose immediately stripped and twirled for Laura's benefit. "No sense in you being the only one comfortable around here. Let's go for a swim." With that, Rose dashed out the front door and down to the lake. Laura followed quickly behind her until the bouncing of her breasts threatened to knock her off balance. She slowed slightly and held onto the wayward breasts with one arm draped across them and wondered how she was ever going to be able to do this for the pony week. For that matter, how was she going to be able to run with Rose this weekend?
The two naked girls splashed around in the water and even Laura had to admit that she was having fun. She also had a chance to more closely observe Rose. The other time they had been together, Laura was too distracted with the conversation and her own predicament to be able to focus on Rose.
Rose was really spectacular. Her fiery red hair was like a wild mane the way that it swirled and bounced. She had brilliant green eyes that could twinkle in a playful way or that could seem to bore into your very soul. Her lips were full and luscious and Laura found herself longing to kiss them, even though she kept telling herself that she was not into women.
From the neck down, Laura and Rose could have been twins. Only to things seemed to set them apart. First was the skin color. Despite Laura being the blonde one, Rose had fairer skin, almost milk white, whereas Laura's was tanned to a very light almond shade. The other difference was the small tuft of sculpted hair on Rose's mound, compared to Laura's completely nude sex.
Laura was reflecting back on her views of Rose. Initially, she just had a neutral view of her neighbor. She was simply someone who lived across the street. Then, at the Holcomb's house, she initially saw Rose as a threatening force, as someone who wanted to capture her and abuse her. But ever since that initial introduction, she had become fond of her new owner. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because Rose valued her so much to offer two million dollars for her. That was sure a vote of confidence! Maybe it was because Rose had dispensed with the titles that had been ingrained in her. But she thought that it might really be because of the ultimate sacrifice that Rose had agreed to. Rose had sold herself into slavery to be able to own Laura temporarily. Laura thought that she could trust this younger woman and that she might even be able to love her.
Laura's thoughts were interrupted when Rose cleared her throat. "Like what you see?" she asked with a glint in her eyes. Realizing that she had been caught staring at and admiring the other woman sent a firestorm of color into her cheeks and down half her body.
"Ummm.. I… Oh I," she stammered. "Yes, I like what I see. You are very p..p..pretty."
"Thank you," smiled Rose. "I think that you are downright gorgeous."
Laura cast her eyes down at the comment. She knew that she was attractive, but it always made her uncomfortable for others to remark on her looks. "I think that you are much more than pretty," she said as she looked at the shimmering surface of the water, seeing the bottoms of her breasts being reflected up at her in a Dali-like way with the little ripples caused by her body. "But I am not into women. I do really think you are beautiful. I think you are gorgeous. But I don't think I am attracted to you. I'm sorry. It's just me."
"Oh sweetpea, you think too much. It doesn't matter what you think about whether you are attracted to me or not. It only matters what I think. Right? In fact, come here so I can play with that body I own."
Rose swam a short distance to the floating dock and hoisted herself onto it. Then she helped Laura climb aboard also. "Now just lay down in the middle and let me do all the work."
Laura laid down in the middle of the floating platform and Rose immediately pounced on her straddling Laura's waist. Rose leaned down and kissed the prone Laura letting her hands slide up the slavegirl's arms until she was holding onto each wrist. "You won't move, will you?"
"No Mistress," replied Laura.
"Okay. I'm Mistress. You made the choice. But plan on being punished every time you don't call me that." Laura winced as she heard the words and wondered if her mistake had changed the relationship.
There was a little box or locker on the floating dock. Rose crawled over to it and retrieved a bottle of oil before returning to straddle Laura again. She leaned down and kissed the prone slavegirl. "Good girl. It doesn't look like you moved at all. Now remember not to move or you will be punished."