KC's whole body tingled as she pictured Grace in her mind. She imagined the naked woman outdoors at her ranch, riding a horse alongside of her. She pictured Grace kneeling at her feet during quiet moments. She thought of ways in which she might bind and torment the other mistress for her entertainment. And she found herself getting very wet at the image of Grace servicing her with her tongue.
In addition, she would still get to enjoy Patience. Plus she would get to sample the other three girls as well. It was going to be like a smorgasbord of beautiful feminine flesh. Alana had always been one of her favorites. She was by far the most mature and elegant of the three. She accepted her life as a slave and yet was so easy to embarrass. It was as if there was a constant struggle inside the girl's mind. Part of her was totally at ease with the knowledge that she was owned. The other part of her seemed to scream at that same knowledge.
The other two were also tender little morsels to be enjoyed in upcoming months. She planed to have Meredith spend a lot of time between her legs. She wondered how many orgasms she could achieve before Meredith's tongue wore out. Then she laughed, realizing that she would pass out before Meredith got tired. That girl was like a sexual dynamo and never seemed to get enough. She wondered what Meredith's husband must be like. The poor man must walk around totally exhausted if Meredith were even half as sexually charged with him as she was with the mistresses on the island.
And then there was Kelly. The twenty year old daughter of Grace was a wild thing. She was the same age that Patience had been when she was won by KC and maybe that was what drew KC to her. Or maybe it was knowing that she was the daughter of the woman she had wanted to enslave for the past two years. For some reason, KC found it highly erotic that a mother could own a daughter, especially now that she owned the mother herself, even if it was only for two weeks each year.
The mistress always felt reinvigorated after spending time with Kelly, but the cute slavegirl could be exhausting at times. KC was convinced that Grace's daughter was a pain slut and, at times, it seemed that the girl misbehaved on purpose just to get the punishment. KC could only take Kelly in small doses, but it was still fun to vent her darkside from time to time and Kelly was her preferred pain toy.
KC knew that she would be consumed for the next month with straightening out a mess at one of her companies. But after that, she wanted to get to the island as quickly as possible. Grace planned on sending Meredith to the Caribbean paradise first and KC knew that the slave's tongue would provide much needed enjoyment and relaxation when she was able to visit the island herself.
Chapter 9: Reorganization
Meredith was dispatched to the island the day after Grace's return home. Grace and the other girls assumed that Meredith was currently in orgasmic bliss and would adjust to this new routine very easily.
Alana was caught totally off guard by the return of her mistress and the gift. Even though she had once commented to Grace that it would be nice to own Patience, she never dreamed that it could actually happen. She never even assumed that she would be given a chance to be a mistress.
Alana and Patience hugged each other tightly after their squeals of delight died down. Grace chuckled at the scene, thinking that the two girls were acting more like teenagers than twenty somethings. Grace also chuckled as she noticed that the twenty seven year old junior mistress was naked and her twenty three year old slave was fully clothed. Grace knew that Alana would remedy that soon, however.
"You kids have fun," Grace said as she started to leave. "I'll see you later."
"Bye Mistress," called Alana. "and thank you."
"Bye Mistress," echoed Patience. "and thank you."
Grace decided to go next door to check up on her male slave. Grace really had to make a decision about Ted. She had been procrastinating for two years. But she honestly didn't know what to do with the man.
She had given him a chance to be a master but he had blown it. He had totally ignored his responsibilities. He had totally ignored his wife who was exceptionally beautiful and loving. Instead, he had only focused on Alana and Kelly. Plus, his idea of being a master was fucking as much as possible. He had no concept of slavery and the discipline and care and feeding that went into creating good slaves.
Grace was not sure why she treated Ted differently than the rest of her slaves. She was firm but loving with the girls. She felt that she bordered on cruel with her one male slave, though. And she found that she truly enjoyed tormenting him.
Before leaving for the island, she had locked a leather harness around the base of his scrotum. It had the effect of stretching his balls away from his body, a look that she enjoyed. She imagined that he must have looked uncomfortable to his colleagues at work and wondered how the boy would be able to sit all day at his desk with his balls stretched the way that they were. Or how he was able to concentrate at all.
She also wondered if his colleagues were noticing the subtle changes going on in Ted's body. For the past six months, he had been the receiving hormone injections demanded by Grace. His skin was becoming softer and more feminine looking. And he had started to grow breasts. If they hadn't been noticed by his fellow workers, they would be soon. Ted already sported B-cup-sized breasts and seemed destined to be a full C or D.
Grace found her daughter, Kelly, when she entered the house. She had Ted bound spread-eagle to the four corners of a table and was kneeling above him, riding his cock. Kelly also enjoyed tormenting the man and Grace knew that her daughter was unlikely to allow Ted to climax. For the moment, the male slave was simply being used as a warm, lifelike dildo.
"Don't mind me, kids," said Grace as she found a seat to watch the erotic scene. She noticed that someone had replaced the harness around Ted's scrotum in her absence. The new collar was much wider and stretched the man's balls several inches away from his body. The stretched skin of his sac glistened as it reflected the light in the room.
Kelly had also invented a new torment. Two slender cords were attached to the sides of the scrotum cuff. Those cords went up Kelly's back, over her shoulders, and back down her front where they ended in alligator clamps attached to the male's nipples. Each time Kelly rode up on the cock, the cords would cause the nipples and balls to be stretched upward, causing Ted to grimace and grunt.
Grace admired her daughter's lovely form. Princess Alana was originally going to be Kelly's slave, but Grace was concerned that Kelly was not ready for such responsibility at the time. Lately, however, she was demonstrating more and more dominance and Grace felt that maybe it was time to make a change.
Kelly bounced up and down with her perspiration causing her body to glisten and glimmer. Her full, perfect breasts bounced with each stroke, showing off her youthful firmness. Grace very much admired the taut, sensitive nipples. They were long and constantly erect and they stiffened into perfect cylinders when she was aroused. Grace could tell that her daughter was very aroused at the moment.
Grace arose from the chair and crossed the room to the table. She let one hand stroke Kelly's hair and then travel downward along the girl's back until she was cupping a firm, bouncing bottom cheek. With the other hand, she gave her daughter's slippery clitoris a few strokes and then slid her hand up the tight, firm belly until she cupped a breast and gave it a loving squeeze. Kelly leaned over and gave her mother a kiss, snaking out her tongue to let it dance with Grace's. "Welcome back, mom."