"You could if you wanted to," said Allison. "But you don't have to. We were hoping to buy a boy and a girl but we didn't see any boys who interested us. So we bought the two best girls there. And don't worry about the sex, dear. There are so many other ways to enjoy a slavegirl."
"You actually bought them?" asked Mandy.
"You bet," responded Perry. "Paid good money for them too."
"Perry, don't be so crass," interjected Allison. "The whole world doesn't revolve around money. Suffice it to say, children, that we purchased these two women for you."
Chet reached out and touched Jill's left breast, poking at it slightly and denting the skin inward. She didn't even flinch as his fingers moved over the soft, sensitive flesh. He moved around the slavegirl, letting his fingers glide over the toned flesh until he was back in front of her. Then he moved his hand down over the taut belly to her hairless sex.
"This is awesome, Dad!" gushed Chet.
"I'm glad you like your gifts," Perry replied. "Mandy, you can go touch too if you like."
"Daaaaaaaad!" complained Mandy.
"Suit yourself," was the father's response.
Jill was surprised that the boy seemed to be fixated on her instead of Charity. She viewed Charity as far prettier than herself and much closer to him in age. But there was no denying that he seemed fascinated by the older woman. She watched as he slowly untied and removed the pink ribbons that were adorning her nipples and then watched as he grasped each nubbin and rolled them between his fingers.
Allison was also surprised. She thought that both slaves were equally beautiful but assumed that Chet would be more attracted to the younger one instead of the one who looked to be only slightly younger than herself. And she had hoped that the older slave could almost play a surrogate mother role with her daughter when it came to freedom in sexual behaviors.
Allison was also puzzled by Mandy's reaction to having naked females available to her. Surely, the girl had fantasies about being with another female and maybe had even tried it out before with one of her friends. Maybe she was simply behaving this way because her parents were watching. Or maybe she truly didn't know what to do. If the presence of the parents was the problem, that was easily fixed. If it was due to inexperience, however, then Allison might have to demonstrate how to use a slavegirl. But that would be tricky.
Allison stood up and looked at Perry. "We have other things to do. Let's leave the kids alone to play with their new toys."
"Yes, dear," replied Perry as he got up. He followed his wife upstairs and they spent the next two hours fucking each other silly. While the afterglow still lingered, Allison propped herself up against the headboard.
"Which one do you like best?" she asked.
"I like them both. They're both very attractive and they both seem well trained."
"But if we decided to keep one, which one would it be?" she asked.
"Oh, we're keeping one?" Perry responded with surprise. "Well I suppose if I had to choose, it would be seventeen. Although Chet seems to be quite taken with number five. Either way I would be happy and either way Chet would have good taste."
"Five is Jill," informed Allison. "Seventeen is Charity. I think I would keep Charity too. But I thought we might try each of them out during the week."
"Oh you did, did you?" chuckled Perry.
Allison punched him in the arm. "Yes I did. Just consider me a mother checking out new toys to make sure they are safe for her children."
Perry laughed. "I enjoy helping with safety tests too."
After the parents left the room, Chet turned toward his sister. "Do you mind if I have this one?" he asked, resting his hand on Jill's naked bottom.
"I think they were both meant to be for both of us," Mandy corrected him.
"Well, I'm taking this one to my room for a bit. You can start with that one." With that, he led Jill upstairs, leaving Mandy and Charity alone together.
"We don't have to do anything," said Charity after a long pause between the two of them. "We could just talk if you would prefer."
"Hmmmphh," was all that Mandy said. Then she plopped herself down on the sofa, unsure about what to do with her gift. Charity just remained standing with her wrists still bound behind her back.
"Might as well make yourself comfortable," Mandy finally said. "Have a seat."
Silently, Charity crossed the room and perched her bottom on the edge of the sofa with her body angled toward Mandy. "Thank you."
"Do you want me to untie you?" asked the girl.
"Only if it pleases you," replied Charity.
Mandy rolled her eyes. "Why are you a slave anyways?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," said Charity. "I guess I was just meant to be a slave."
"Well, let's at least get those ridiculous ribbons off," Mandy said as she reached forward to untie the bows on Charity's nipples. Charity arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward in an attempt to help the girl, causing Mandy's fingers to unexpectedly collide with the firm flesh. Mandy immediately stiffened and pulled her hands back.
"I'm sorry," said Charity sadly. "I was only trying to help."
"That's okay," responded Mandy who was visibly shaken by the encounter. "I'm just not used to breasts."
Charity nodded but remained quiet as Mandy tried again and successfully removed the ribbons. "That's not what I mean because I have breasts. I'm used to them. It's other breasts I'm not used to. That's not what I mean either. All women have breasts. I'm used to that. Oh you know what I mean."
"I think so," said Charity. "You're not used to touching other girls' breasts."
"Exactly," said Mandy. "But you have very nice breasts. It's not that I don't want to touch them because I don't like them or anything like that. It's just…." And then her voice trailed off.
Charity waited a few moments until she was sure that the girl was finished. "You can touch them if you like."
Mandy's eyes opened wide when she heard that. "You want me to?"
"Only if it would please you," said Charity. "They belong to you now. Or they belong to you and your brother."
"Wow," exclaimed Mandy. "I never thought of it like that." She reached out and tentatively ran a finger across Charity's left breast, circling the nipple once and causing it to stiffen. "They really are very nice. They're beautiful in fact."
Charity smiled. "Thank you. What should I call you? Should I call you Mistress or Miss Mandy or Miss Amanda?"
"Oh," said a surprised teenager. "I don't know. What did you call your last owner?"
"I call her Mistress," replied Charity as she wondered how her owner was faring at the hands of her best friend.
"Mistress would be fine, then," said Mandy.
"Yes, Mistress."
"How did you become a slave?" asked the teenager. Charity explained the history of her enslavement starting with her fascination with the idea and the stories that she wrote and published. She described how she had gradually become more submissive to her aunt and how attending the costume party had sort of tipped the scales. "So now I'm a slave," Charity concluded.
"Do you like being a slave?"
"Most of the time, yes," replied Charity. "Most of the time it's the most natural thing in the world for me."
Mandy shook her head. "I don't understand at all."
"Maybe you were born to be a mistress and I was just meant to be a slave."
"Maybe," agreed Mandy. "But now I guess I need to learn how to be a mistress."
"You seem to be doing just fine," reassured Charity. "You'll be a wonderful mistress."
As this conversation was going on, Jill was busy sucking on Chet's cock to get him hard again. He had already pushed her back on the bed and mounted her, pistoning his cock in and out of her and cumming in her quickly. Now she was preparing him for a second round and she knew that, with a teenage boy, there would be many more.