She decided that she had better stand up or she might be accused of malingering. So she raised herself from the relative safety of the chair and stood behind it.
"Come, girl," motioned Meg, and Jane crossed the floor to kneel at her owner's feet. Meg continued to talk with the others but also started lightly caressing Jane's cheek.
Emily finally awoke and joined the gathering. She was told to kneel in the center of the sitting area and Jane was told to join her. Their bindings were removed and they knelt back-to-back, acting as a decorative centerpiece to the ongoing discussions. Their sexual use had ended. For the remainder of the evening, they were mere ornaments.
Finally, the little party broke up and guests started filing out. Ted and his wife, June, told the Hopewells that they would be interested in buying the girls and asked Bob to name a price. Bob graciously declined.
Liz sent her boyfriend out to the car ahead of her and lingered behind. "I'm still thinking about the challenge," she said. "I want those two. But in the meantime, please do think about showing them tomorrow night."
"We'll think about it," replied Bob. "And we'll also order another collar. One for your neck."
After the guests left, Bob and Meg debated about what to do with the girls. Bob thought that they should be left together so they could sort out their future decision. Meg thought they should be brought to bed where Emily could be comforted by the owners. She argued that the recent fisting and ass-fucking would probably be the only topics of conversation if the girls were left alone and that could easily lead to them both leaving at the end of the week.
Meg's argument prevailed in the end. The two girls were brought to the master bedroom and sandwiched between Bob and Meg. Bob claimed Emily on his side of the bed and Meg curled up with Jane.
"I was very proud of both of you," said Bob to his two captives.
:Thank you, Master," replied Emily.
"I'm sure that you wish that some parts of the evening never happened," he went on, "but we learned things about you. You seemed to have some pretty powerful orgasms. And I think that you probably learned some things about yourself."
"Sure did, Master. I learned that I hate being ass-fucked!" said Jane irreverently, knowing that it would probably result in some kind of punishment.
"I'm sure it wasn't all that bad," replied Bob.
"Not that bad?!?!?!" replied Jane. "Have you ever been ass-fucked?"
"As a matter of fact, I have," responded Bob. "The first time was bad. It got better later."
"Wow," was all that Jane could say. She decided to shut up and let her body mold itself to Meg who had draped an arm across her.
"Are you comfortable, Mistress?" asked Jane, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, pet," murmured Meg as she cupped a breast and squeezed it. "I'm doing wonderfully."
Chapter 13: Decision
The rest of the week went by quickly. There were no more whippings, fistings or anal sex. Bob and Emily continued to enjoy frequent and varied sex with the girls. And the girls had their own gentle lovemaking when they had time by themselves in their suite, which turned out to be a late-afternoon tradition. The owners did, however, like to place the girls in predicaments from time to time.
One day, their arms were bound behind their backs. Then a rope was run from one set of wrists through a pulley in the top of the barn and down to the other girl's wrists. All of the slack was taken out of the rope and then Bob continued to tighten it. As the rope grew shorter and shorter, the bound hands were drawn into the air, causing the slaves to bend at the waist. It continued to be drawn tighter until the shoulders were straining and then they were left alone. It was a devilish torture. Each girl could reduce the strain on her own shoulders by pulling downward but that would have the affect of increasing the strain on her slave sister. They both ended up suffering together, bottom-to-bottom, standing bent over in the middle of the barn for over an hour.
On another day, Meg made good on her promise to let them experience pony play. They were each fitted with tack and led out to the corral where Meg taught them how to prance, urging their education with a long, convincing buggy whip. After they had learned how to step like a ponygirl, she hooked them up to a cart and drove them through the countryside. Meg especially enjoyed that day. Seeing two firm, naked bottoms flexing and moving in unison was a memory that she would carry with her forever. And the tiny tinkling of the bells fastened to the four nipples just added to the experience.
But the decision day finally came and since their slavery was started on a morning, the decision was set for the morning.
"Emily, we know that you have been thinking a lot about this for the past week. And we recognize that many emotions must be swirling through your mind. Have you been able to come to a decision?" asked Meg.
"Yes, Mistress, I have," replied Emily. Jane felt her heart pounding in her chest as she held her breath. "I have had a wonderful time. You have taught me many things about myself that I never would have discovered on my own. But I cannot stay here as your slave. One of the things that I learned was that I enjoy topping too much to be a slavegirl." Jane let out her breath as an audible sigh.
"I also discovered that I also love being a bottom, though, so if it's okay with you, I would like to return frequently to be your temporary slavegirl. But I would understand if you said no. For the time being, though, I think I want to take my slavegirl home with me."
Bob nodded slowly. "We will respect your decision and will release the two of you. But we will be viewing this as simply a delay of your enslavement to us. We saw the makings of an exceptional slave in you and saw true happiness in your face. We will own you. But you will decide when that happens."
"Yes, Master," replied Emily. "Thank you. And you may be right about owning me. I don't even know myself."
"Will you be loaning Jane to us occasionally?" asked Meg.
"I don't know, Mistress," responded Emily honestly. "I have a lot to sort out."
"Well you take whatever time you need, pet," said Meg. We love you both dearly."
"I love you too, Mistress," said a tearful Emily. "And you too, Master."
"Well now that we are both neighboring slave owners," said Bob, "we should talk about how to use our properties together for slave training. Maybe some pony trails throughout the estates? But that can wait. You need to sort things out. And we need to find some slaves. We just lost the best two slaves possible so it might take some time for us."
The two girls walked naked and hand-in-hand back to Emily's home. It was only ten o'clock in the morning when they walked into the house and they sat naked at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee. Despite Emily's freedom, she never donned any clothes for the duration of the day. She had become accustomed to being naked and it probably would have felt strange to wear anything. And Jane, who had been naked for over a month, also remained naked. What surprised her, though, was that she was not bound in some way. The Hopewells had removed their collars saying that they would keep them in a safe place for their return and Jane was now free of any adornment or restraint.
The two girls ambled aimlessly around the house. And then in the late afternoon they retired to the bedroom for their daily lovemaking. They fell asleep in each other's arms and awoke at dusk. Then they prepared dinner and relaxed in the living room with Emily sitting on the couch and Jane kneeling at her feet.