"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 pocket. She held it to the naked girl's neck and buckled it snugly. "It says Meredith Crandall. Property of Grace Dodd."