KC laughed. "Yes, your daughter did give us a hot performance last night, didn't she? How are the girls reacting to it?"
"Mixed, I would say," responded Grace, honestly. "They are not used to pain as a stimulant or as entertainment. I generally use pain only for punishment. They are having to adjust."
"Well they seem to be adjusting nicely," smiled KC. "And they seem to be quite popular. Which one is your favorite?"
"Oh, I love them all," replied Grace. "It would be too difficult to select a favorite."
"But surely you have one who you view as your favorite toy or best pet."
"They really are each my favorite in different ways. One is my daughter, so that makes her my favorite. One is so loving and caring that she is my favorite. And one is so beautiful and sexual that she is my favorite. I really couldn't single out any of them as my overall favorite."
"Alana must be the one who you called 'so sexual'", observed KC. "She is definitely that. You must be the envy of every slave owner in the world and she must be the number one item on all of their Christmas lists."
Grace laughed at the thought of Santa receiving so many wish lists asking for Alana to be gift-wrapped under the tree on Christmas morning. "I suppose so. She's very special."
"Yes she is," agreed KC. "I had heard about her as a slave before I even heard about her designs. I even made an offer on her to buy her. But now that I have seen her, I can see why you didn't accept the offer. She's worth much more."
"That's very flattering," commented Grace. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be able to tell her that story."
"I don't mind."
"I should tell you that you have had some stiff competition," Grace went on. "I have never seen any of the offers, but Charles tells me that one person even offered twenty five million dollars for Alana."
KC hesitated, not knowing whether or not to continue this topic, but then sighed. "That was me."
Grace gasped and then blushed again. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I probably should have at least looked at the offer. And I should have written you a letter thanking you for the offer. And…" Her babbling was quickly cut short by KC stepping before her and placing a finger on Grace's lips to silence her.
KC leaned forward and kissed Grace, raising her hands to hold each of Grace's exposed breasts. "Hush."
Grace's head was spinning. Once again, she felt herself being handled the way that she handled her girls and it was very unsettling.
"We have much to learn from you," started KC. "I revoke my offer. I want you to own Alana. And I want you to own Meredith and Kelly, also."
"I'm not sure I understand," replied Grace with a furrowed brow.
"I mean that you and your slaves have something beautiful. It's a slavery with love. I wanted that for this place. That's why I bought this island." KC paused and sighed. "But over the years, it has changed. New people have come into the society with different views. It's not the same any more. Help me change it."
Grace was still reeling as KC's hands still held her breasts and she felt two fingers from each hand closing together to tighten on her nipples. "How can I change it?" asked Grace as the fingers sent delicious thrills through her body.
"By being you," explained KC. "And by continuing to own your girls and by bringing them back here. I plan to change the charter. I'm eliminating the current hierarchy." Fingers started to roll the erect nipples back and forth and stretch them away from Grace's chest.
"Oooohhhh!!!" gasped Grace. "That feels good! But I still don't understand."
KC tilted her head down and kissed one of Grace's nipples. "I'm disbanding the governing council. And from now on, there will be two levels of mistresses. There will be you and me on one level and then there will be all of the others. Although I will need you to teach me how to treat slaves like you do. And, of course, there will be the slaves."
"Wow," gasped Grace as KC moved her lips to her other breast. "I don't know what to say. So does that mean that I will be a one-breast?"
KC gave a look of confusion and then Grace giggled and told her hostess how she had described the hierarchy of the island to her girls. KC laughed and nodded. "You can be a one-breast, two-breast, or pussy. You can even be a no-breast, if you like. You figure out how it should work. From now on this island is ruled by Queen Grace and Queen Katherine."
Grace smiled. Queen Grace sounded good. And that meant that Alana would finally truly be a princess.
But she needed one more thing before she could agree. Alana had a house to finish. She described how important this was to her slavegirl and KC came up with a plan that made Grace smile broadly. KC and Grace sent a planeload of slavegirls to Alana's home where they spent several weeks completing the changes with the help of some contractors who actually knew what they were doing. In the end, almost everyone was happy. The girls had a wonderful time. The contractors voiced no complaints and were generally seen leaving the worksite with grins on their faces. The teenage boys and girls from the neighborhood seemed a lot happier and spent a lot less time in front of the television while the slavegirls were working on the house and landscaping. The husbands clearly approved and spent much more time working on their yards, shifting from front yard to back yard frequently, depending on where the girls moved. There were just a few of the women in the neighborhood who did not appreciate the giggling and productive new workforce.