"So have you figured out how you're going to transform your new home?" asked Grace.
"No, not really," replied Alana. "I know what I want to do inside to make it livable for awhile. And I came up with some ideas for sprucing it up outside. But the transformation will take awhile. I made a few sketches but I need to live in it for a bit before I'll know."
"Well, I'm sure it will be lovely when you're done," said Grace. "It's already lovelier just having you inside it."
"Thank you, Grace," murmured Alana. "But wait til you see the whole thing."
"That's fair," responded Grace. "We'll wait until you're finished. But speaking of the whole thing, I was telling Kelly how lovely you are. She accused me of exaggerating but I insisted that you were the perfect model of femininity. That you were the ideal. Would you take off your dress so I can prove her wrong?"
"Grace!" hissed Alana as she leaned over to her hostess. "I can't do that!"
"Of course you can," Grace whispered back. "I can help you if you like."
"But she's just a teenager!"
"She'll be fine with it. You don't have to worry about her acquiring any dietary obsessions to get a body like yours. She's pretty level-headed. And she turns eighteen on Thursday."
Dietary obsessions were the furthest things from Alana's mind. She wasn't thinking about how the girl might starve or gorge herself to get the perfect body. It just wasn't proper to take one's clothes off like that.
"Please do," said Kelly. "Mother has told me how beautiful you are. It's not that I doubt her because I can already see how beautiful you are. But I'd like to see all that she told me about."
"That's fair," said Grace as she stood up and pulled Alana to her feet. She pulled the reluctant girl to the center of the room and then started removing the clothing. Grace took advantage of this moment to also accustom Alana to her touch.
"Notice the long slender neck," commented Grace, running the fingers of both hands down Alana's neck, leaving a trail of gooseflesh behind. "Very elegant. Very aristocratic."
The sundress was the first to fall to the floor and Grace wrapped her arms around Alana from the back before unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the floor.
Alana glanced at Kelly but then averted her gaze when she saw the teenager staring intently into her eyes. Alana closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she felt Grace drawing her panties down her legs. She wondered why she wasn't protesting.
Alana spent the rest of the evening naked among two other clothed females. They talked and laughed and Alana eventually stopped blushing. Finally, Alana went home wearing her sundress and being told that her hostesses would wash her underwear and return it to her the next day. She walked across the yards in a daze.
"What do you think?" asked Grace after their guest had left.
"Perfect birthday present, Mom," replied Kelly. "But do you think you can do it that fast?"
"Pretty sure," said Grace. "I think she's ripe for the picking."
"I sure hope you're right," smiled Kelly. "I can't believe it. My very first slavegirl."
Chapter 3: Setting the Hook
Grace's actions over the next few days were deliberate. Her objective was to make Alana more and more dependent on her and to get her accustomed to being controlled. The second part of that was easy. Alana only put up feeble resistance and protests when Grace touched her or told her what to do. And by the end of the third day, there was not even much of that.
Creating the dependence would be more difficult. Alana was a very capable young lady and had been relatively independent for years. It would be a matter of slowly chipping away at the girl's confidence. But this was a tricky art. If done too quickly or too clumsily, Alana could become offended and back away. If that happened, Grace knew that it could take years to enslave the girl.
After Monday, when Alana stopped resisting being controlled, Grace brought Kelly in on the activities. After all, reasoned Grace, the beautiful young woman would eventually be her daughter's property. And she was hoping that Kelly would be able to take possession by Thursday. So Kelly was encouraged to play a controlling role.
But the job of undermining Alana's confidence and making her dependent was too delicate to entrust to a teenager. Grace would have to do that herself. Little innocent questions and comments were insinuated into conversations. "Are you sure you want to go to town dressed like that?" "I'm sure you can do better." "Why do you wear your hair that way?" "That will make you fat."
Slowly, Alana found herself seeking advice from Grace on just about everything. By Wednesday, advice had turned into permission and Alana needed to be allowed to do things.
Kelly would stop by numerous times each day, typically under the auspices of checking to see how the remodeling was coming along. She would start each visit with a hug and a kiss, which she particularly enjoyed. It was wonderful to hold a fully-grown, naked woman.
Grace had coached Kelly to start slowly but to steadily escalate. First was the hug and kiss. A couple of visits later, Kelly held onto Alana's hand as they toured the progress. On the next visit, Kelly held the hand but controlled the movement, stopping, starting and turning Alana at will. A few more visits and it was an arm across the shoulders. Then it was an arm around the waist. By Tuesday evening, Kelly led Alana around with a hand on her bottom, something that Alana would have never allowed a few days before.
Alana barely even noticed the change. And what little change she did notice was attributed to the loving nature of the mother and daughter. Alana figured that her new neighbors were becoming more and more comfortable with her and just letting their affections shine through.
That evening, Alana returned to Grace's for dinner and quickly found herself naked again. But there was no blushing this time and the three females sat in the family room discussing everything under the sun.
Dinner was served and eaten as the conversation continued. Finally, when everyone was finished, Grace spoke. "Alana, would you be a good girl and do the clearing?" Alana was slightly taken aback by the request but arose and started clearing the table. "Sure, no problem," she replied.
Grace patted the naked bottom. "We'll be in the family room when you are finished. Oh, and bring us each a cup of tea."
On Wednesday morning, Kelly escalated her control again. On the first visit of the day, she hugged and kissed Alana but the kiss lingered this time. Kelly held the naked woman tightly as the kiss seemed to go on forever. Finally, a flushed and panting Alana was released and it was evident to Kelly that she had aroused her future slavegirl.. The flush extended to Alana's chest and her two stiff nipples betrayed her arousal.
"Whoa! What was that?" asked a dazed Alana.
Kelly smiled brightly. "I really like you. I just wanted you to know that."
"Yes," breathed Alana, trying to catch her breath, "I could tell."
A couple of more visits and Alana's breasts became fair game. "Yours are so wonderful," commented Kelly as she stood before Alana lifting a full breast in each hand. "I hope mine turn out like these."
Instead of protesting the unusual familiarity, Alana consoled Kelly instead. "Nonsense," replied Alana. "You have a beautiful body. And your breasts are perfect additions to your form. Trust me. I'm an architect. I know about form."
"Do you really think so?" asked Kelly. In actuality, she was quite proud of her breasts and had been just putting on an act. Quite proud of her entire figure, in fact. But she had a plan. Her five-foot five-inch frame was slender and she had a delicate look about her although she was actually quite strong. "Wiry, fast and strong," her lacrosse coach used to say when describing her. And her 34C breasts actually looked large on that frame. "Would you like to see them?"