Kelly laughed. "It is a collar, silly. It's my collar. And I had it engraved. It says 'Alana Montcliff. Property of Kelly Dodd.' Isn't that exciting?"
"Oh," said Alana, wondering if things had gone too far. "Yes, that's every exciting."
Kelly was the one to lean forward for a kiss this time. "I'm so happy that you like it. I promise to be a good mistress. And I know you'll be a wonderful slavegirl."
"This is just for play, isn't it?" asked Alana.
"Well, let's just see," replied Kelly as she reached down and ran her finger through Alana's labia. "Pretty wet down there. Maybe we should play this more often. I can see that you really like the slavegirl fantasy."
Alana just about jumped out of her skin when Kelly boldly touched her sex. This was getting out of control. Kelly quickly jumped up and left, leaving her confused slavegirl looking down at her very wet sex.
Grace was the next to come by. Alana was still sitting cross-legged, observing the glistening petals of her sex. "Cute collar," observed the older woman.
"Kelly gave it to me."
"I wondered where she went. She said she was going shopping earlier but never said what for."
"I guess it was for this," remarked Alana, running her fingers lightly over the leather.
"It's very nice. It suits you perfectly," observed Grace.
"Grace, I'm worried that things are getting out of hand. What should I do?"
"How do you mean?"
"Grace, haven't you noticed that I'm naked all the time? And Kelly keeps getting more and more forward all the time. And now this!" Again she pointed to the collar.
"It all seems like just harmless fun to me. What are you worrying about?"
Alana shook her head. "I don't know. It just doesn't feel right."
Grace sat down behind Alana and pulled the naked girl to her, wrapping her arms around Alana and holding her. She nuzzled her face into the long mane of blonde hair and tried to calm her neighbor. "I still don't understand what's wrong." Grace started moving the palm of one hand in light circles over Alana's belly. The other hand slid upward to cup a breast, cradling the firm, warm flesh and caressing it softly. "Tell me what's wrong, little one."
"Oh Grace, I just don't know. I'm so confused. I don't want to hurt Kelly's feelings. That's the last thing in the world I want to do. Tell me what I should do."
Grace gave Alana a squeeze. "I know you don't want to hurt her. She has to understand, though, that not everyone has slavegirl fantasies and that those just don't appeal to you."
"No, it's not that," interrupted Alana. "I have slave dreams just like most girls. And some of those are really powerful and erotic. But I don't want us to get in over our heads."
"I see. Does wearing this collar excite you?" asked Grace. To answer her own question, she slid her hand down to cup Alana's sex finding it steamy and very, very wet. "Oh yes. I see that you do seem to be finding it exciting."
Alana whimpered. "I just don't know what to do."
"What do you want to do?" asked Grace as her fingers gently stroked the slick petals of Alana's sex and the other hand toyed with a very stiff nipple.
"I don't know Grace. What should I do?"
The talented fingers continued to stroke and explore Alana's sex, adding to the confusing swirl of emotions rushing through her. "I honestly don't understand what you're worried about, sweetie," said Grace. "Kelly apparently dreams about having a slavegirl and you say that you dream of being a slave. And from the feel of things, you find that very exciting." To emphasize her point, she stabbed two fingers into Alana's swampy sex and pinched a nipple causing Alana to suck in her breath and shudder. "What am I missing?"
"I d..d…don't knoooowwwww," wailed Alana. Grace continued to hold the girl, letting her fingers dance and tease until Alana was finally pushed over the edge. A shudder, a moan and then some soft whimpers were evidence that Grace had elicited an orgasm out of the girl.
Grace planted a line of little kisses up Alana's neck and cheek. "You are such a precious thing. Such a beautiful slavegirl."
"Am I really a slave?" asked Alana in almost a whisper.
"Not yet, pet," replied Grace. "But you should be. You would be a most valued treasure."
Reluctantly, Grace finally backed away from Alana and stood up. "I'll be back later," she said. "And you're coming over for dinner."
"Yes Ma'am," was the quiet response.
Grace wanted to spend some time with Kelly mapping out the final details of the capture. Everything was going according to plan but a slip-up at this point could produce a huge setback.
Many decisions had to be made. Would Alana live in her new home or in theirs? Since Kelly was going to own Alana, maybe Kelly should move in with her slavegirl. Should they draw up papers for Alana to sign? Should they register her or just own her? Grace thought that registering would make it easier to sell the girl if they ever decided to do that, but she couldn't ever imagine parting with Alana.
Should Alana be allowed to continue working? Should they start to modify her appearance and, if so, how fast and when? Grace had been thinking that shoulder-length platinum blonde hair would like striking on Alana and it would make her look like the ultimate sex-toy.
How should they orchestrate tonight so that the girl would be ready to become a birthday present tomorrow? So many decisions. And then there was the issue of Alana's status. Grace had been assuming that Alana would be enslaved and would become the property of her daughter. But there was always the possibility of simply turning her into a submissive. There was also the possibility of just continuing to exert dominance over the neighbor. Grace enjoyed toying with Alana's mind. Maybe that would work out for awhile. She wasn't exactly sure of the implications of each of the options and would have to think them through.
Chapter 4: Alana becomes a Princess
That evening, it was Kelly who went next door to bring Alana to dinner. She wore a long skirt and a peasant shirt that showed much of her shoulders and upper chest and Alana thought she looked adorable.
"I'm to bring you to dinner now," declared Kelly. "And we decided that this was to be your night off. You are going to be treated as a princess. My slave princess, of course, but we plan on doing all of the serving."
"Oh," exclaimed Alana, unsure of what she just heard. The princess part sounded okay but she was still uneasy about all of the slave talk she had been hearing.
"Okay," replied Alana rising from where she had been scraping loose paint off of a baseboard. "Just let me take a quick shower and I'll be right with you."
"Nope," replied Kelly. "I have my orders and I'm to bring you right away. We'll bathe you there."
"Oh my," said Alana. This was a new turn of events. She wasn't too sure that it was a good turn, though. Before she spent too much time thinking about it, though, she was surprised by two clicks. Kelly had slipped behind her, gathered Alana's wrists, and snapped a pair of handcuffs on the naked girl.
"Hey!" protested Alana. "What's this all about?"
"Slaves is slaves," grinned Kelly, stepping back in front of Alana. She reached out with both hands and tweaked Alana's nipples causing them to stiffen again. "And you is a wonderful slave."
"Stop that!" commanded Alana as Kelly reached back for a second tweak. "This just isn't right!"
Kelly reached around the older girl and gave Alana's bottom a slap, causing Alana's eyes to fly wide open. "Noisy slaves get punished. Do I need to gag you?"
"No," grumbled Alana as she still felt her bottom stinging from the unexpected spanking. "I'll be quiet."
"Good girl," smiled Kelly. "But don't be too good. I think I like spanking you."