"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."