Alana rolled her eyes at that comment and was rewarded with another swat. "What was that for? I didn't say a word."
"You were being impertinent, though."
"Jeez," declared Alana.
Kelly then produced a leash, which she snapped onto Alana's collar. The teenager then brushed a few stray hairs out of Alana's face and led her toward the door.
"Whoa! Hold on a sec," protested Alana. "I can't go out there! I'm naked." This earned her another spank. "Yikes!" she yelped.
"Come along," urged Kelly. "And if you want to get there without the whole neighborhood seeing you, you should be quiet. Of course, if you want an audience…"
Alana clamped her lips shut and quietly followed her captor. Once outside, she kept glancing around to make sure nobody was watching. Thankfully, it was a short walk and she breathed a sigh of relief once she reached the relative safety of her neighbor's house.
Grace was standing imperiously in the living room when Alana was led there. She was wearing a black leather vest that was held closed with two leather hasps. Below, she wore matching black leather pants that were held up with a silver chain belt. She looked like something out of someone's bondage dreams in the outfit and Alana got a better sense of the woman's figure than she had before. She had never realized quite how attractive her neighbor was. She had a wonderful figure and, since Alana could see the entire exposed midriff, she could tell that Grace was quite toned. She also noticed the ample cleavage trying to escape from the confines of the vest.
"I present to you slave princess Alana," Kelly announced in dramatic tones.
"Welcome to our castle, Princess Alana," said Grace as she lifted a nasty looking riding crop that had been dangling from her belt and started to stroke it with her fingers. "The Dark Castle."
"Oh my," thought Alana. "This is sure going to be different. I guess I should just play along."
"How were your travels?" asked Grace.
"Embarrassing," replied Alana, trying to play along with the scene. "Short but embarrassing."
"That is good, little one," said Grace as she stepped before Alana and used the crop to lift one of the slave's breasts balancing it on the tip. "Slaves need to learn to enjoy humiliation."
"Kneel before Queen Grace," proclaimed Kelly, pushing down on Alana's shoulders. Kelly then slid her hands down to grasp Alana's upper arms to make sure she didn't topple and hurt herself since the slavegirl still had her arms bound behind her. Alana found herself looking up at Grace with Kelly standing beside her, resting her hand on the top of Alana's head.
"They're just living out what they think my fantasies are," thought Alana. "How cute! I guess they wouldn't know that I always pictured myself as a slave to males. But I can do this. They're so sweet!"
"Your kingdom is lost. Your father was taken by the Moors. We claimed you," Grace paused for a moment. This next part would tell her how to proceed with Alana. It would either be trickery or force. "Do you, Alana Montcliff, submit? Do you accept your position as a slave of the Dodd clan?"
"There was that 'slave' word again," thought Alana. It always sent a chill down her spine but it also always made her pussy clench.
"Yes your Majesty," replied Alana, trying to stay with the tone of the scene. "I was captured. Princess Kelly has claimed me. I submit and I accept that I am a slave." She let out a little dramatic sigh.
Grace was thrilled with this new development but did her best to retain a steely stare as she gazed down at the precious pet. She was hoping that there would be no need for force, and now it was clear that force would not be necessary.
Grace used the tip of the crop to circle each nipple, watching them stiffen invitingly. Then she quickly flicked the crop up and down in a fanning motion, catching the tender little buds with the stiff leather and causing Alana to gasp.
"Then you are welcomed to the Dodd clan. Princess Kelly, bring us the parchment."
Kelly disappeared and then reappeared carrying a scroll. She laid the scroll in front of Alana and then took her place beside the slave as before.
"Mom was right!" thought Kelly. "This is working perfectly!"
Alana read the text. Inwardly, she admired the mother and daughter for going to such great lengths for this. The scroll was very elaborately written. Almost in calligraphy. But it wasn't calligraphy. It was more authentic to the theme than that. But it was beautifully and artistically done.
Despite being artistic and beautiful and consistent with the theme, the words were still pretty daunting for Alana. She read through the first section and when Kelly, or Princess Kelly, started to move the scroll to a new section, Alana shook her head. She had to reread what was in front of her.
"In consideration for lessons to be learned and pleasures to be enjoyed, I, Alana Montcliff, being of sound mind and under no outside influence or coercion, do hereby grant title of my body, mind and soul to Kelly Dodd.
There was flowery language before it and a lot of herewiths and hereafters after it. But it was that paragraph that she kept coming back to.
Finally, she nodded her head and let Kelly continue to roll the scroll. The rest appeared to be very light and playful, which set Alana at ease. She decided that it was really just a make-believe night.
"Slave princess," Grace finally spoke. "Do you wish to sign or do you wish to become acquainted with the dungeons?"
"Oh my gosh!" thought Alana. "Is this a leading question?" She had both fantasies. Sometimes, she imagined herself as a slave. Sometimes, she was a prisoner in a dungeon. She took a deep breath and decided that one fantasy would be enough for one night.
"I will sign, your Majesty," said Alana before letting out a long, overly dramatic sigh. "But please try to negotiate with the Moors for the freedom of my father, the King."
Grace was thoroughly enjoying this. Seeing her daughter control the slave was one of the highlights of her life. And hearing the beautiful blonde agree to sign her papers of slavery even topped that.
"Princess Kelly," said Grace as she stepped back and sat in an armchair that had been positioned to act as a throne. "Allow the girl the freedom that she needs to indicate her decision."
Kelly knelt behind Alana and unlocked her cuffs. Then she stood up and crossed the floor to stand beside her mother sitting on the "throne."
Alana dug deep into her past, trying to think about what her drama teacher would coach her to do. "Your Majesty," she started. "I do this for my father, the King. My body and mind and soul belong to you totally and forever. But please have him rescued from his imprisonment." With that, she picked up the pen and leaned down to sign her name on the scroll.
"Slave Alana," stated Grace in her role as Queen. "Arise."
Kelly helped Alana to her feet and then, once again, stood beside her.
"Two princesses side by side," said Grace. "And yet one is a slave." She walked up to Alana and stood with her nose almost touching the slavegirl's. "How do you think we should tell them apart?"
Alana gulped. This was feeling very realistic. Thinking back to some of the erotic novels she had read, she cast her eyes down. "Your Majesty can tell them apart easily. The slave princess wears the collar of your daughter."
Grace used the crop again. This time, it was placed under Alana's chin to tilt her head upward so that Grace could look into her eyes. "You are such a pretty princess. Such a beautiful gift." Grace hooked the crop to her belt again and then walked out of the room. This left Alana alone with Kelly.
"Are you enjoying this?" asked Alana.
"Hush, girl," replied Kelly in an emphasized voice. But then she leaned over and whispered into Alana's ear. "I am. And I hope you are too."