"No, Mistress. I have no check."
"I see," replied Monique with a stern look on her face. "Then what was that little outburst over the phone all about?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Laura said with her eyes cast down. "But I am having troubles adjusting to my slavery. Besides, I thought we were only slaves on Steve's days off."
"Go back and reread the contract, little one," instructed Monique. "It says that you are to reside here on those days. But you are slaves always."
Laura nodded in defeat. That is what the contract said. She was fully owned until the debt was forgiven, which seemed a long way away.
"You must be punished," continued Monique. "That kind of behavior will not be tolerated. Katherine, you know what to do."
Katherine moved behind Laura and helped the naked woman to stand. Katherine gathered the slave's hands together and bound them wrist to wrist. She tested the knots and then wrapped the silken rope around Laura's elbows, tightening them and stretching Laura's shoulders back farther and farther until the elbows touched. Laura groaned at the discomfort of having her shoulders strained so much but did not voice a protest. Katherine tied off the rope and then turned Laura around to face her.
"This hurts me as much as it does you," commented the daughter. "But it does wonders for your breasts."
Laura looked down and gasped as she saw that her breasts seemed to protrude much farther with her shoulders arched back this way. It was almost obscene the way they jutted out.
Katherine continued her assignment and pulled two clothespins from the pocket of her wrap. Laura shuddered as she imagined what the clothespins would be used for. Katherine lifted the left breast and plumped it several times. The nipple immediately stiffened in response to the handling and Katherine caused it to stiffen more when she leaned down and sucked the little bud into her mouth.
Laura immediately felt her sex clench and wondered how her body could become aroused like this when it was about to be punished so cruelly.
Katherine pulled her head back and unceremoniously clipped the clothespin onto the defenseless nipple, sending streaks of pain through the captive's body.
Katherine repeated the procedure and then positioned Laura standing at the foot of the two chaise lounges, facing them.
Laura looked down and whimpered as she saw her tender morsels flattened by the cruel clamps. Katherine had positioned them so that the clothespins stuck straight out from the slave's body and she watched as they bounced and jiggled with each breath or movement of her body.
Monique stood and removed her wrap before lying down on one of the chaises.
Laura cursed herself silently for her reaction to her mistress' body and knew that her sex was becoming very damp. Monique dropped her wrap and her lovely body was equally naked, sending more unwanted thrills through Laura's body.
"You will remain like that until I think that you have learned your lesson," said Monique.
"Yes, Mistress," sniffled Laura as her nipples burned with pain.
Both mistresses reclined back and closed their eyes to enjoy the warmth of the sun on their exposed flesh. Katherine was soon asleep but Monique appeared to be just resting. Occasionally, the mother would raise a hand to cup a breast or to lightly trail a finger around ond of her nipples. And, occasionally, Monique would graze her fingers over her petals. Laura wondered if Monique had forgotten that she was there. Surely, she wouldn't act so lewdly if she knew that Laura was watching her. But then she realized that Monique did not care.
After all, Laura was merely a piece of property, almost like an object.
After thirty minutes of pain in her breasts and the torture of watching Monique tease her own body, Monique opened her eyes and looked at Laura. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"Oh yes, Mistress," she replied sincerely. "I'm very sorry."
"Remember," said Monique, "that strict obedience is expected. I will not tolerate impertinence like what you displayed earlier. Now come and I'll take those off and you can make it up to me."
"Oh, thank you, Mistress," gushed Laura. She quickly moved to the side of the chaise and watched her owner removing the horrid clamps, feeling a sharp pain as each was plucked from her chest and the blood returned.
"Now you can make it up to me and show me how sorry you are." She turned to the side, placing her feet on the patio and sat up. "On your knees," she commanded as she parted her legs. Laura felt as if her heart had stopped as she realized what was expected of her. She was frozen in fear but Monique reached up and pushed the slave down by her shoulders. This left Laura face to face with the thing that she had been most dreading: having sex with another woman.
Monique tucked two fingers under Laura's chin and tilted her face up, kissing her. Then she guided that same beautiful face between her thighs until Laura found her lips pressed against the slick petals of Monique's sex. No words were spoken but Laura knew what she was supposed to do, even if she didn't know how to do it.
Laura scrunched her nose and clamped her eyes shut tightly and began her assignment. It wasn't as horrible as she had feared but it was still a distasteful task in her mind. Monique would coo occasionally, providing cues to Laura about what was working. Laura's tongue stabbed into the warm, swampy sex, leaving her nose to become buried in the trimmed bush of black hair and then she would scoop up between the petals to flutter her tongue over Monique's clitoris.
Laura continued her ministrations for about ten minutes until she felt Monique's body shift slightly. Laura looked up and saw that her captor was leaning back against her daughter who was standing behind her. Monique had her head turned and was greedily sucking on Katherine's nipple as Katherine's hands squeezed and fondled her mother's breasts.
Laura knew that such an incestuous sight should repel her but she felt strangely aroused by the mother and daughter touching one another so intimately. Her sex clenched as she watched Katherine's fingers roll and stretch her mother's nipples and she felt all tingly when Monique started sucking as much of her daughter's breast into her mouth as she could.
Monique finally climaxed and was quickly replaced by Katherine. The same scene presented itself to Laura as she looked up while her tongue caressed and speared and fluttered. Monique's hands claimed her daughter's breasts while she kissed Katherine before feeding her left breast to her daughter's eager lips.
Katherine climaxed more quickly, much to Laura's relief since her tongue was becoming tired from all of its exercise.
She went to bed that night with the same thoughts she had started the day with.
How could she so quickly become the erotic plaything who accepts everything so readily when she was at the Chambeaux residence and yet feel so guilty and ashamed when she was in her own home?
Chapter 10
The Encounter
As Laura drove to the Chambeaux home, she thought that the upcoming holiday would be easier to endure. While she would still have to put up with her full time slavery during the New Year holiday, at least she would not keep being yanked away from her normal life so abruptly.
The day before, she had been in her home and had been summoned back to her captors in the afternoon. Then she returned home and cooked dinner for her husband. They ate together on the patio and then she tended her garden for a bit. They made love and then slept soundly together.
It was the abrupt change of worlds that was bothering her. She loved the world of her home and her husband and her garden. She would be happy with that. And, while she resented the world of slavery that had been thrust upon her by the lapse in judgment, she thought she could be happy in the world of slavery. At least, she knew, she would be sexually fulfilled. But it was more than the sexual fulfillment. She had discovered an aspect of her personality that she did not previously know existed. She found a strange and not thoroughly wanted excitement and contentment in being owned.