Pierre chuckled at the conversation. He tried to imagine his very dominant wife naked and kneeling at someone's feet. It was hard to believe that she would actually do that but it certainly made for an erotic picture in his mind. He would enjoy it.
Monique called home and instructed Laura to get ready. She protested being loaned out but quickly gave in when Monique reminded her of her new station in life. She was to express enough milk to get Brigitte through the night, bathe and then get dressed. Monique told her what to wear.
The three of them arrived at the Chambeaux home at six o'clock. Laura was waiting in the living room, wearing a white knit dress and shoes, with nothing else. She held her collar in one hand and her cuffs in the other and held them up as Monique, Pierre and Alan entered.
"Will I be needing these, Mistress?" she asked.
"No pet. If your new owner wants to collar you, he will provide his own collar."
Laura gasped in horror. "New owner?"
Monique smiled and kissed Laura's cheek. "Don't worry, little one. It's just a temporary arrangement. We could never sell you. You will be returned tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress," Laura blushed as she cast her eyes down.
"Divine," commented Alan. "Simply divine. I can see what Mark sees in her. She's a lovely creature."
Alan said his goodbyes and led Laura out to his car. He was looking forward to seeing his son's reaction when he brought this delectable beauty into the house with him.
Chapter 6
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Mark as Alan ushered Laura into the living room. "How did you do that?" Without waiting for an answer, he stepped forward and took Laura's chin in his hand, tilting her head up slightly and kissing her.
"My pretty kitty," he remarked after he broke the kiss.
"My tamer," she whispered back before dropping to kneel before him.
"How did you do that?"
"I simply talked to her owners. I arranged for her to be on loan to you occasionally."
"Oh my god!" he repeated himself as he looked down and saw the beautiful vision kneeling at his feet.
Ann Chisholm stared wide-eyed at the spectacle. She was clearly unprepared for this moment even though she and Alan had agreed that they should acquire this girl for their son before he did something stupid that he would regret for the rest of his life. But she was unprepared for the beauty of the woman. And she was unprepared for Laura dropping to her knees in submission to her son. What was it they had spoken to each other? Pretty kitty? My tamer? What did that mean?
Laura had no idea who Alan Chisholm was but she instantly recognized Mark as her tamer. He had been the one who had turned what could have been an awful night into a loving and erotic one. If she was going to be given away to others, she was glad that it was to Mark.
Mark took Laura's hands and helped her to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her to his mother whose mouth was gaping wide from the shock. "Mother, this is Laura, the girl I told you about. Laura, this is my mother, Ann Chisholm."
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Chisholm," said Laura as she curtsied.
"V…. v… very nice to m.. m… meet you too, Laura," stuttered Ann.
"Didn't I tell you she was beautiful?" exclaimed Mark.
"Yes, you did," replied Ann as she started to regain her composure. "She's lovely."
Mark grinned from ear to ear. Even though he was nineteen, he was behaving as if he were a nine year old at the moment. It was all he could do to keep his hands off of this girl of his dreams.
Alan recognized that his son could barely contain himself. "Why don't you take Laura upstairs for a bit, Mark. We'll call you for dinner."
"Oh, good idea," agreed Mark, readily. "Come, Laura."
"Yes, Master," replied Laura.
"Master?" said Ann softly after they had left.
"Remember, she's a slave, honey," replied Alan. "He is her master for the night."
"I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself."
"I still find it hard to believe," agreed Alan.
Laura lost her clothes within seconds of entering Mark's bedroom. The next hour was a frantic display of acrobatic and energetic sex as Mark explored her body inside and out. Alan and Ann remained in the living room and Alan explained the negotiations and discussions with the Chambeaux couple.
"It really is quite remarkable. To them, owning slaves is perfectly natural."
"That's hard to believe in this day and age," commented Ann.
"I thought so too," agreed Alan. "But you have seen the evidence. That beautiful girl upstairs is a wife and a mother. And she is a slave who has been given to us for the night."
"Oh!" exclaimed Alan before his wife could comment. "And they aren't alone, apparently. They host parties for like-minded people who bring their own slaves. It's quite remarkable."
"Remarkable," agreed Ann.
"We have been invited to their next party," Alan went on.
"Oh we couldn't," objected Ann. "Could we?"
"I don't see why not. They said that we could participate or just observe. I think it would be fun to participate."
"Oh we couldn't," she said again. "Could we?"
"Remember how we used to talk about swinging with other couples? We never did it but we talked about it. And we wanted to. This would be like swinging with a theme, I think."
"They have sex at the parties?" asked an astonished Ann. "Oh we couldn't. Could we?"
"We will even have our own slave for the party. Monique said that she would be our slave if we accepted. Don't you think it would be fun?"
"Oh, we couldn't," Ann blushed at the thought of another woman being her slave. "Could we?"
They continued to discuss the idea and Ann's protests became weaker and weaker. In the end, they agreed that they would attend one party to find out more about this lifestyle.
Mark brought Laura down for dinner which again shocked Ann. Laura was naked other than for a small scarf wrapped around her waist that just barely covered her sex. Both Ann and Laura blushed deeply as Mark led her into the dining room.
Alan practically drooled throughout the meal. He found it impossible to keep his eyes off of the perfectly formed breasts and the delicious body. He tried to imagine the beautiful Monique dressed similarly and his cock became painfully erect in his pants. He would call Monique tonight and accept the invitation. Hopefully, Monique would remember her offer to be his slavegirl.
After dinner, Mark announced that his girl would lighten their coffee for them if they wished. Ann declined, saying that she preferred her coffee black tonight. She always lightened her coffee. But tonight, she would have been too embarrassed to have this girl add her mothers milk to her beverage.
Alan quickly accepted the offer, however. He thought the idea of drinking the milk from this girl's body was deliciously wicked. After fumbling around for a bit, trying to figure out the best way to do this, they finally had Laura bend over the table. Then Alan did his best imitation of a dairy farmer by milking Laura's breast into his cup. Laura felt the warmth of the steam wafting upward to her nipple and blushed again at such a humiliating act. Alan delighted in the feel of the delectable yielding flesh beneath his fingers.
Mark eventually led Laura into the family room where they watched some television together. Laura was curled up in the teenager's lap as his hands slowly caressed her body. He removed the scarf and she remained naked for the rest of the night.
It grew late and Mark said goodnight to his parents. He took Laura back up to his bedroom where he ravished her two more times. This time, there was none of the frantic urgency that he had displayed earlier. The coupling was slow and loving and Laura actually found herself enjoying it.