Grace listened to all of this intently and realized that she had just been invited to strip off her clothes. "Oh well," she thought. "Might as well go native."
"Thank you," replied Grace, "I'm sure that I would be delighted to join your society. And I think that I would like to experience it as an initiate, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all," smiled KC. And she watched as Grace arose and removed her clothing, folding it neatly on a nearby chair. Once naked, Grace slowly turned, displaying herself to her hostess.
"You look magnificent," commented KC. "You look positively ownable!"
Grace smiled at what she assumed to be a compliment and even found herself blushing slightly. "Thank you, KC," she replied demurely.
"I mean it. It's a good thing that you aren't bound in some way or you would be snapped up in a heartbeat by half the owners here."
KC led Grace on a tour of the compound. Then they walked to the top of the hill and KC was able to point out the rest of the facilities. The whole island was visible from the crest and the sight was breathtaking.
"This is such a wonderful place," remarked Grace. "So peaceful." That last comment, however, was interrupted by a shriek coming from another small cluster of villas.
"That would be Lizbeth. She gets a little carried away at times," said KC. "I'll have to have another talk with her."
"Surely she isn't torturing one of the slaves," said an aghast Grace.
"No, no, nothing like that," replied the hostess. "We don't allow anything heavy here. Certainly no blood or any level of pain that would cause that kind of scream. She was probably threatening one of the girls with one of her snakes or tarantulas. She's a little odd."
They wandered back down the hill to a rickety old building and stopped. "This will be Alana's challenge. This is our meeting hall and it's been in need of something for years. When I heard of Alana's work, I knew she would be the one to make it special. But I'm afraid she will have to knock it down and start from scratch."
Grace nodded as she observed the decrepit building. "I would guess so. It doesn't look like there's much to work with on this one."
KC turned toward Grace and reached out resting her hands on the woman's shoulders before sliding them down her arms. "I just had to do that. You really are quite beautiful. May I?"
Grace smiled nervously and nodded slowly. She had just given permission for her hostess to inspect her as if she were a slave herself. KC's hands traveled back up the arms and then back down again. Grace's arms were raised and then her hands were placed together behind her neck. KC walked slowly around Grace trailing her fingers lightly over the flesh.
"Were you ever a slave?" asked KC as her fingers lingered on the soft swells of Grace's bottom.
"No," she replied. "My husband and I used to play games where I was sometimes the submissive. But I was never a slave."
"Pity," responded KC as she continued her tour. She moved back in front of Grace and lifted each breast in her hands, bouncing them slightly as if weighing them. "Wonderful. So heavy and so firm."
KC went on to squeeze the orbs lightly, enjoying the way the flesh oozed from between her fingers. Then she leaned down and flickered her tongue over each nipple and blew on them, causing them to stiffen. "They are so wonderfully responsive."
Then she lowered the breasts again and squatted down in front of her guest letting her fingers dance across Grace's belly. They finally stopped at the little patch of fur and she tugged lightly on the brown hairs there. "You should consider shaving this. You have such a wonderful body and it would make you look so much sleeker and sexier."
Grace remained silent, feeling herself trembling slightly as her hostess continued the inspection. Grace closed her eyes as she felt the fingers gliding over her labia, knowing that KC would quickly discover how aroused she was. Then her eyes flew open wide as she felt a wet finger being rubbed over her lips and pressed into her mouth.
"You are beautiful. And I love the way that you are so aroused," said KC as she rubbed her finger on Grace's tongue, cleaning it.
KC had not yet finalized her plan. Her primary objective had been to own Alana. She figured that the first step was to get her to the island. And she thought that she might have a talk with Grace and make the offer to her directly and that Grace might agree to sell Alana once she saw the paradise that would be the new home for her slavegirl.
Now, however, after getting to know Grace, so many possibilities were presenting themselves. She could allow Grace to be one of the mistresses in residence or to be an occasional resident of the island. But she might also want to enslave this mature but very beautiful woman, along with her three gorgeous slaves. "So many decisions," thought KC as she took Grace's hand and led the confused woman along the road back to the main compound.
There were no cars on the island. The only methods of travel were walking or pony carts. One of the decorative carts passed the two mistresses as they walked toward their destination and Grace enjoyed the sight of two equally decorative ponygirls. Each was decked out with matching white leather harnesses. Each wore a bit and bridle. And each wore a white plume above her head. Reins were attached to nipple rings to guide the girl and the driver held a long buggy whip in her hand, but was not seen to use it.
"Amazing," uttered Grace.
"Aren't they spectacular?" asked KC. "Are they your first ponygirls?"
"Well they're the first that I have seen like this. I've seen some being trained, but I've never seen them in action. They are beautiful. And so well trained."
"Maybe we can have your girls trained for it during your visit."
"That would be very nice."
They passed Alana as they got close to KC's villa. She was dangling upside down with rope around her ankles and her legs spread wide apart. Her hands were bound behind her with her hands on the opposing elbows and there was a ball gag in her mouth. Grace would not have even recognized her slave if it weren't for the platinum blonde hair that hung downward, looking like a powder puff. A mistress was alternating between playing with Alana's very exposed sex and flogging her. There were already several pinkening welts on her back, thighs and breasts.
"Are you enjoying my pet?" asked Grace.
"Very much," replied the mistress with a British accent. "The way she wiggles and moans is delicious."
"Grace, I would like you to meet Fiona," said KC, introducing the two women. "Fiona, this is Grace. She is thinking about joining us and brought her three slaves with her. The one you are striping will be designing us a new meeting hall."
"Delighted to meet you, Grace," as she stuffed the handle of the whip in Alana's sex so she could shake hands. "You brought us very fine meat. I hope to enjoy each of your girls before you leave us."
Grace smiled and shook Fiona's hand. "Feel free to help yourself."
The next one they encountered was Kelly. She was bent backward over a padded bar with her legs and arms spread wide. She looked almost like a contortionist because of the extreme way she was doubled over. She too wore a gag and, from the looks of it, the penis gag reached far back in her mouth. Her breasts were bound and were turning a bright red as the attending mistress pinched and teased the nipples.
Grace walked over and ran her palm over one of the breasts, feeling the heat. "This won't damage her, will it?"
"Of course not," replied the mistress who Grace learned was named Carla. "These breasts are too magnificent to even think about damaging. I promise that I will be very careful with her."
Finally, they made their way back to KC's home and Grace realized that she had just spent the last couple of hours walking around fully naked and being introduced to people. She should have felt self-conscious about her nudity but she realized that it had not embarrassed her at all. "I guess I know how the girls have adapted," she thought to herself.