Jane hung her head as she listened to her friend and consciously resisted the urge to swat Emily's hand away from her face. She figured that she shouldn't do anything to anger her captor in case Emily had somehow become mentally imbalanced.
"And I think that you might be a decorative addition to parties that I throw. Maybe have you chained like this. Or bound kneeling in the middle of the room. Or even have you be a centerpiece on the dining room table. Oh, the possibilities are endless."
"You won't whip me again, will you?"
"Only if you are bad," Emily replied. "Well, that's not entirely true. I might do things to you that you don't like just to experiment or for special effects. But I promise you that nothing will be severe unless you are bad. Are you planning to be a bad girl?"
"No, Em, I'm not planning anything."
Emily smiled brightly and kissed Jane's forehead again. "Now you're getting into it. I knew you would eventually. You don't have to plan anything. That's my job. This should just be a wonderful and exciting vacation for you."
By this time, it was early afternoon and Emily decided that it was a beautiful day for a walk. First, she shackled Jane's ankles together with another pair of handcuffs so Jane would not be able to try to escape. Then she released the cuff from the wall and resecured Jane's wrists, this time behind the girl's back. When Jane's wrists were cuffed again, Emily removed the shackles.
"Am I going to be handcuffed all the time?"
"No, not all the time. Sometimes I might use chains or rope, although I have to get a lot better with knots if I'm going to use rope. And maybe I'll buy a little cage for my little pet. Ooooooo and maybe some old fashioned stocks! That would make it easy to play with these." And she reached out to tweak the twin nipples to emphasize her point. Then, to quell her curiosity, she quickly darted her hand to between Jane's legs and slipped a finger into her, finding her just as wet as she imagined herself to be.
Chapter 4: No Longer a Game
By the third week, things had settled into a routine. Jane would generally awaken first. Since she was chained to the bed each night, she could not get up by herself. But if she had been given an assignment for the morning or had to use the bathroom, then she needed to wake up Emily in an appropriate way.
She learned what was appropriate and what was not the hard way. Shaking Emily awake was clearly inappropriate. She learned this by being immediately spanked after using that method. Making noises was equally inappropriate. She spent most of a day lashed spread eagle between two poles in the yard for trying that. One morning, she found an alarm clock on the bed stand and set it to ring one minute later. That earned her a night on the floor, hog-tied and gagged.
She kept experimenting but was starting to come to the conclusion that all acceptable methods involved her lips. She learned that kissing Emily awake was appropriate. Suckling her nipples was appropriate. And one morning when Emily had a pillow clutched to her chest and covering her face, Jane discovered that kissing her owner's sex was considered appropriate.
Despite her earlier misgivings about lesbian sex, Jane discovered that it was not all that bad. And she discovered, much to her surprise, that she especially enjoyed it when Emily reciprocated. Having a feminine tongue urging her to orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced.
After Jane negotiated her way from bed each morning, her ankles were hobbled and her wrists were, in some way, cuffed to prevent her escape. She then spent the morning cooking, cleaning and serving for her mistress.
The early afternoons generally found her outside tending the gardens or otherwise landscaping. Emily told her that this was the best way for her to get the all-over toasted tan look that Emily was looking for. Other than a few metal bands and chains, there was nothing to hide her flesh from the sun.
And then, late in the afternoon, Emily would take her for a run. She said that she wanted her slavegirl to remain fit and to be the envy of all other slaves and owners. Sometimes, Emily would take her on long runs, in which case, Jane was allowed to wear a sports bra. On other days, Jane was totally naked except for her bindings.
This was one of the days when she was totally naked. A sturdy chain was wrapped around her waist and her wrists were cuffed to the chain. Emily wore shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers, but Jane was denied even the protection for her feet. She didn't mind going shoeless so much because the trails were generally clear and free of sticks and rocks that would cause her pain. But going braless was very uncomfortable as her ample breasts would bounce as if they were on a workout schedule of their own.
They were half way through the run on this afternoon when disaster struck. At least, it was a disaster as far as Jane was concerned. They had just emerged from the woods into a small clearing when they heard the voice.
"Nice filly you have there," said the male voice.
Emily immediately stopped and Jane almost bumped into her, but managed to stop moments before the collision. Emily looked around to find the source and then smiled.
"Thank you, Bob," she said. "She's a very fine filly. But I hope we haven't embarrassed you. I didn't expect anyone to be around."
"No problem," he said. "I've just been taking down the old fence. I've been at it for five months and just got around to this section. Good timing on my part, eh?" And no, you haven't embarrassed me. I have quite an appreciation for a fine slavegirl. I assume she is your slave?"
"There's a conversation you don't hear very often," thought Jane. "Two neighbors discussing a slave!" Ordinarily, she would have raised her hands to provide some modesty but her bindings prevented that. Plus she had spent three weeks without clothes, so she was becoming accustomed to her nudity.
Bob walked over to Emily and shook her hand. "We don't see much of you. I guess I know why now. How long have you owned her?"
"Three weeks or so," replied Emily. "She's fairly new."
"Yes she is," replied Bob. "But you obviously have her very well trained. May I?" he asked as he stepped in front of Jane.
This is when Jane started regretting not darting back into the woods. Here she was, stark naked with her arms pinned to her sides by the chain around her waist and a stranger standing in front of her appraising her as if she were an object for sale.
He smiled at her and then used his thumb and forefinger from one hand to pry her lips apart. He kept applying pressure until he had opened her mouth and used a finger from his other hand to run it around her teeth and gums. Then, he grasped her tongue and stretched it out of her mouth for inspection. She wondered if he was a dentist or horse trader in real life.
"Nice. Very nice," he commented to Emily.
Then he stepped back slightly and reached out to lift Jane's breasts in his hands, letting his thumbs stroke back and forth across the nipples and causing them to stand out proudly. "You might consider rings," he remarked, eliciting a gasp from Jane.
Then he crouched down and ran his hands up and down her legs to continue the inspection. He ended by slipping a finger easily into her sex and drawing it out letting the sunlight show how it was glistening with her juices. This caused Jane's cheeks to burn red in embarrassment.
"You have a real thoroughbred here," he said as he turned back to Emily. "Bring her by the house tomorrow and we can try her on the track. You might have a racer."
"Wait!" exclaimed Emily, when she finally realized that her neighbor was serious. "What are you talking about? I was worried about embarrassing you but you seem to be very comfortable with the idea of me owning a slave."
"Oh, Emily," he smiled. "I know all about slaves. I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with you owning one, but Meg and I have had some in the past."