"Come on, Mom," Chet said. "You have to know how beautiful you are."
"Well thank you again," she blushed, "but I guess I just don't think of myself that way."
"Well you should," he replied. "Wait right here. I'll prove it." Chet disappeared, leaving Allison wondering what he was trying to prove and how he planned to prove it. He arrived a few minutes later with Jill in tow. Jill's hair was disheveled and she had obviously just been awakened, but it did nothing to hide her beauty. He positioned Jill standing on the patio in front of the pool.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" he asked.
"I agree," said Allison. "She's lovely."
"Well stand up next to her. I think you need to know that you are every bit as beautiful as she is."
Allison stood up and crossed the stones to stand beside the slavegirl. Chet stood back and smiled. "See? I told you so."
"Jill, please take him back inside and bring him back when he makes sense."
"But Ma'am, he speaks the truth," said Jill. "You are very pretty and very alluring. I can see what he is talking about."
Allison rolled her eyes. "An old broad in an old robe being complimented by a teenager and his new girlfriend. Thanks kids. I appreciate it. But it's time you find something better to do."
Chet walked up to his mother and gave her a hug. "We aren't patronizing you, Mom. You really are beautiful." He broke the embrace and slid her robe down her body in the same movement, leaving it pooled around her feet and causing her to shriek.
"Chester!" she screamed at her son. "Stop that this instant!"
But he just stepped away from her and moved his eyes up and down her nudity. "What do you think, Jill?" he asked of the slavegirl.
Jill turned and ran her eyes over the naked mother and then turned back to her temporary master. "I agree Master. She's lovely."
"And all of my friends drool over her. But it's hard to compare you two with her arms that way. Jill, would you fix that?"
"Yes Master," replied Jill as she stepped closer to Allison. She reached out and pried one arm from in front of the mother's chest and then pulled the other one that was protecting her sex. Jill placed each hand at Allison's sides and then stepped back to her original spot.
"Chet," said Allison in a quiet voice, "this is wrong."
"Oh Mom, it's not wrong. It's only wrong that you hide what the whole world should appreciate. And at least it's wrong that you don't even realize how beautiful you are."
Chet stood slightly in front of the two women and between them as he moved his eyes from one to the other. "I would have to rate you both as tens when it comes to faces. And I think you're both tied at ten for figures too. I think that Jill has you when it comes to legs, Mom, but only because hers are so long. She gets a ten and you get a nine point five. But you take her here." He punctuated his sentence by reaching out with both hands and lifting a breast from each woman in his palms. Allison sucked in her breath at the touch but Jill took it in stride. "Mom gets a ten and Jill a nine point five. So you are tied."
"Chet!" hissed Allison.
"Relax Mom," Chet tried to calm her. "I'm not trying to enslave you. I just wanted you to feel better about yourself. I'm sorry if I offended you."
Allison bent down and retrieved her robe, slipping it back over her shoulders and tying it around her waist. "I'm not offended. I was just very surprised. And thank you for thinking that I'm pretty."
"You're way beyond pretty, Mom."
"I agree, Mistress," Jill chimed in.
"Well, thank you both," Allison said as she gathered her things and went back into the house leaving Chet with his naked slavegirl. She desperately needed another drink after that encounter but decided against it. Two was her limit and she had already gone past that. Instead, she took a nice long shower, turning the water to cold whenever she started to get aroused again. Despite her best efforts, her mind kept returning to images of herself naked standing in front of her son. She also kept wondering what to do about the designs that her children had on keeping the two slavegirls permanently. How would she handle that dilemma? This was only the first day of their ownership. What other new twists would they come up with during the remainder of the week?
Chapter 15: Tea with a Twist
Janice spent the first two days of her slavery being trained. It was a painful experience as Claire saw to it that each infraction was rewarded with some form of punishment. She felt the sting of the crop frequently, although she had been spared the whip after the first introduction on Saturday.
She had been taught the finer points of serving a mistress and had done everything from cleaning toilets to worshipping her owner's sex with her tongue. Claire had an unending list of chores and an equally large appetite for sex. Claire also had a large collection of strap-on dildos which she had used on all of Janice's orifices at one point or another.
Janice had been suspended and caged. She had been clamped and bound. She had been exercised until she thought she would drop from exhaustion. By Tuesday, she thought she would drop from exhaustion. Luckily, Claire was light on her that day and focused her on simple etiquette and serving techniques.
Wednesday turned out to be Janice's debut. Everything up to this time had been humiliating for Janice and this afternoon offered to be even worse as Claire had invited three women to tea. Two of them were from the group that attended the weekly gathering of dominants and submissives. She only knew them in passing but was sure that she would become better acquainted with them this afternoon, for better or worse.
The third, however, had provided the most embarrassing moment to her. Claire had not mentioned who the guests would be and Janice learned who they were only after she opened the front door to greet them and invite them in. She almost fainted when she opened the door and saw Gail standing on the front porch.
Gail was a mutual friend of Janice and Claire and Janice was unaware of any interest that she had in domination and submission. Gail and her husband had been close friends with Janice and her husband, Charles, before Charles' untimely death three years earlier. They still invited Janice to many of their parties. Making matters worse, however, was the fact that Gail was her neighbor from across the street. She wasn't sure that she would ever be able to look at Gail again without blushing. Now, Janice scurried about serving the four women as they chatted. Cups were refilled, cream and sugar were offered, and scones were delivered as she listened to their conversation.
"I'll bet this is a side of Janice you've never seen before," said Claire.
"It certainly is," agreed Gail as she kept stealing glances at the naked form of her neighbor. This caused the other two women to titter and chuckle. "I had no idea that she was interested in this lifestyle."
"Oh, indeed she is. She's quite the little mistress," commented Claire.
"Although new to her job," interjected Abby, one of the other guests.
"Well she certainly doesn't look like a mistress to me," observed Gail.
"She's on a kind of vacation this week. She and her slave were auctioned off on Saturday. Someone else bought her slave. I bought Janice."
Gail's eyes grew wide. "You bought her? She has a slave? Oh my!"
"Yes, I bought her. For this week, I completely own her body. Isn't that right, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," replied Janice, feeling her face turning crimson in humiliation.
"She's such a good girl," Claire continued. "And she makes such a lovely slave. Of course her slave makes a lovely slave too. I had planned on buying Charity instead, but when Janice was offered for sale, I decided to bid on her."
"Charity is her slave?" gasped Gail. "Our Charity?"