Professor Bascomb nodded. "But she is your slave?"
"Yes, I assure you that she is my slave. I own every square inch of her," Janice said. She emphasized her point by reaching up and squeezing one of Charity's breasts. Charity was embarrassed by this and felt her cheeks blushing. It was one thing to be naked in public. It was another thing entirely to be fondled in front of a stranger.
"Why do you cover her face?" asked the professor.
"I think it adds to the mystery and allure. I have seen you watching her. You are obviously curious. You might not be so interested if there was no mystery."
"Oh, but I think I would still be interested. She's a beauty. How long have you owned her?"
"She's a recent addition," said Janice. "In fact, this is the first time I've had her in public."
"And it's the first time I've met you at one of these," observed the professor. "And I know that I would have remembered you if I met you. You are quite beautiful yourself."
This caused Janice to blush. "Thank you, Professor."
"Please call me Hal," he smiled as he lifted Janice's hand to his lips and kissed it. "And you are quite welcome. I hope that we will be seeing more of you in the future."
Janice giggled and shook her chest causing her breasts to bounce back and forth. "Well I don't know if I dare show more than I already am."
The two dominants hit it off well and continued chatting. Charity stood by silently and worried about what a friendship between the two could lead to. "Thank god for veils," she thought.
"How long have you owned your slaves?" asked Janice.
"About three years," responded Hal, surprising Charity. What did that mean? "But they are both part-timers. They make themselves available to me whenever I summon them."
"And how did you come to own them?"
"A lapse in judgment on her part. An indiscretion that could have cost her job and possibly landed her in prison. It was simply a matter of pointing out the wisdom of submitting to my will in exchange for my silence."
"Ah," commented Janice. "Blackmail."
"Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as a contractual agreement. I provided my silence. She provided me with a deed to her body and that of her husband."
"How was he convinced to be owned?" asked Janice.
"I'm not exactly sure what she said to him," responded Hal. "I never asked. But that was the deal. She had to deliver a contract with two signatures. And she did that. It was a bit of an adjustment for him, but he seems to be coping now."
Janice nodded. "I never would have thought about owning a couple. It must keep you busy."
Hal smiled. "Well they aren't live-in. That truly would wear me out. And I only summon them once or twice a week. And usually, I only summon one of them at a time. I only have both of them together about once a month."
Charity was getting really confused at this point. This was starting to sound like much more than role-playing at a costume party. Could Professor Wallings really be a slave? Could it be true that the professor had been a slave the entire time she had known her? And what about the other submissives at the party? Were they really slaves also?
"I'm sure that Bill is not real wild about when I summon him alone. But he's gotten used to a good buggering and has actually become quite accomplished with blowjobs."
Both Charity's and Janice's eyes opened wide at that last comment. They each had a hard time picturing Hal with his cock embedded in the ass of his colleague's husband.
"Will Athena be available for sampling later tonight?" asked Hal. This caused Charity's heart to jump into her throat.
"I'm afraid not. Tonight, she's just on display. I promise you that you can enjoy her at future gatherings, though."
Hal sighed and reached up to cup one of Charity's breasts in his palm. "A pity. But I will look forward to that future gathering."
Then, he reached up and lifted one of Janice's firm, full breasts. "And I will have to start to find ways of capturing you also. You would make two beautiful pets." Janice blushed again as the master held and caressed her exposed breast.
"Well, I must bet back to my pets," said Hal, finally. "After meeting the two of you, however, I'm thinking that I should have let them stay at home." Hal left them together on the patio as he went back into the house.
"Aunt Janice… I mean Mistress," whispered Charity as she leaned in toward her aunt. "I don't think this is a costume party."
Janice smiled and reached up to stroke the soft outer swells of Charity's breasts. She leaned forward and kissed her slavegirl's forehead. "It is for us," she replied.
"I mean I think these people are really slaves. And I know two of them. And they know me!"
Janice continued to let her fingers enjoy Charity's warm flesh and started to push the pendants back and forth with her thumbs. "I wondered about that. So you've taken classes with the professor? And who is the other one you recognize?"
"His slave, Mistress. She's another one of my professors."
"Really?" smiled Janice. "How interesting."
Chapter 6: Final Plans
On Sunday afternoon, Janice left the house while Charity was studying. She drove to Claire's house and spent several hours talking with her dominant friend to get some ideas to enslave her niece.
Claire told her that they had made quite an impression on the gathering and everyone was anxiously awaiting the next get-together. Two people had inquired about the possibility of buying Charity, which shocked Janice. One of the dominants had even asked about the possibility of buying Janice. The new mistress just shook her head in disbelief. "That must have been the good professor."
"It was," nodded Claire. "But I can't blame him. He has good taste. I myself would not mind owning that cute ass of yours."
Janice rolled her eyes in response. "Puhleeeeaaaase!" she said dramatically. "One slavegirl at a time."
"That's fine with me. I can wait," grinned Claire.
Then the two women explored various options for enslaving Charity. Claire asked about the possibility of blackmail, as the professor had done. Janice was not sure that would work. Her niece was one of those people who never even thought about doing something wrong, let alone illegal.
"What about those stories she writes?" asked Claire. "She probably wouldn't want it to get out about that." Janice agreed that the stories might work, although she wanted to explore other options.
"By the way," added Claire, "those stories are fantastic! She could probably make a comfortable living just selling those."
Claire introduced the idea of drugging her or brainwashing the girl. Janice was squeamish about those ideas. She didn't want to harm her niece and she didn't want to change her personality.
Kidnapping was floated as a possibility. "I could have her disappear and have her trained," offered Claire. "And then we could transfer title to you."
Janice thought that idea might work for someone else. But she had family to think about. It would be hard to explain how her houseguest vanished from sight for a month or two and then magically reappeared with no explanations given.
"It seems that the whole idea of being a slave fascinates her," observed Janice. "She is the slave in each of her stories. And I am her owner. There ought to be a way to use that knowledge."
"Maybe you just push," said Claire. "Maybe you just tell her that things have changed and she belongs to you now. What's the worst thing that could happen?"
"She could say no?"
"Then there's always blackmail or kidnapping."
The two women then spent the next two hours making love. Again, it resembled a wrestling match at times as Claire continued to try to dominate her friend. She even managed to get Janice's hands cuffed behind her back and spent a good fifteen minutes with Janice draped across her knees for a spanking. But in the end, after each had enjoyed several orgasms, they parted as equals.