On Sunday afternoon, Janice left the house while Charity was studying. She drove to Claire's house and spent several hours talking with her dominant friend to get some ideas to enslave her niece.
Claire told her that they had made quite an impression on the gathering and everyone was anxiously awaiting the next get-together. Two people had inquired about the possibility of buying Charity, which shocked Janice. One of the dominants had even asked about the possibility of buying Janice. The new mistress just shook her head in disbelief. "That must have been the good professor."
"It was," nodded Claire. "But I can't blame him. He has good taste. I myself would not mind owning that cute ass of yours."
Janice rolled her eyes in response. "Puhleeeeaaaase!" she said dramatically. "One slavegirl at a time."
"That's fine with me. I can wait," grinned Claire.
Then the two women explored various options for enslaving Charity. Claire asked about the possibility of blackmail, as the professor had done. Janice was not sure that would work. Her niece was one of those people who never even thought about doing something wrong, let alone illegal.
"What about those stories she writes?" asked Claire. "She probably wouldn't want it to get out about that." Janice agreed that the stories might work, although she wanted to explore other options.
"By the way," added Claire, "those stories are fantastic! She could probably make a comfortable living just selling those."
Claire introduced the idea of drugging her or brainwashing the girl. Janice was squeamish about those ideas. She didn't want to harm her niece and she didn't want to change her personality.
Kidnapping was floated as a possibility. "I could have her disappear and have her trained," offered Claire. "And then we could transfer title to you."
Janice thought that idea might work for someone else. But she had family to think about. It would be hard to explain how her houseguest vanished from sight for a month or two and then magically reappeared with no explanations given.
"It seems that the whole idea of being a slave fascinates her," observed Janice. "She is the slave in each of her stories. And I am her owner. There ought to be a way to use that knowledge."
"Maybe you just push," said Claire. "Maybe you just tell her that things have changed and she belongs to you now. What's the worst thing that could happen?"
"She could say no?"
"Then there's always blackmail or kidnapping."
The two women then spent the next two hours making love. Again, it resembled a wrestling match at times as Claire continued to try to dominate her friend. She even managed to get Janice's hands cuffed behind her back and spent a good fifteen minutes with Janice draped across her knees for a spanking. But in the end, after each had enjoyed several orgasms, they parted as equals.
As soon as Janice walked in the door, the phone rang. It was Claire. "I had an idea. Give her to me for a week after school ends. I'll train her to worship you so you don't have to go through all the messy resistance. And she won't be tempted to keep slipping back into the aunt/niece roles."
Janice laughed. "I'll think about it."