Engagement

Tom and Alicia met during a business meeting and being mutually attracted to each other, have been dating for several months. As time has progressed, they have developed a romantic relationship and have come to realize a close and loving relationship. On their dates and as they have grown progressively fond of each other, they have progressed from hugging and kissing to mutual fondling and on a couple of occasions have performed mutual oral sex. They have not advanced to intercourse though, as Alicia is still a virgin. Just before Christmas, they are visiting a friends' house on a double date with the other couple.

Sitting on a couch, kissing and hugging him, Alicia tells Tom she is so much in love with him that she will do anything he asks. Surprised and delighted by this admission of commitment from the beautiful young girl, Tom has her repeat it to their friends, George and Virginia.

On their next date over dinner at a restaurant, Tom asks Alicia if she really meant she would do anything for him and she affirms once again that she is so in love with him that she really meant it and will do anything to be with him and make him happy.

Driving her back to her home, Tom parks the car for some necking and while kissing and indulging in some petting. Alicia, becoming aroused from his caresses and from grasping his penis and knowing he enjoys oral sex, asks him, "When you asked if I would really do anything you want at dinner, what did you have in mind and what would you like me to do?" anticipating that he will want her to suck his penis.

"Well, I've been thinking about it and wonder how you would feel about adding some role playing to our sex life, something like doctor and nurse, boss and secretary or even master and slave?", he replies as he slowly draws his index finger from the bottom of her slit up and over her clitoris, causing her to shudder from the sensation.

"Oh!" she stammers as he gently rubs circles around her mound and clitoris, "I don't know! I've never really thought about that! It does sound like it might be fun. We can try it, but I don't know how good I'd be. Which roles would you like?"

"I don't know. I've always fantasized being master of a slave, or a sheik with a harem but we can try any or all of them; whatever you'd like." he replies.

"I don't know either, let me think about it. Oh! That feels good! Don't stop!" she exclaims as his finger presses through her labia and inserts itself deep into her dripping vagina. She leans across the seat to first kiss and then engulf his erection with her lips.

After just a few seconds, he feels her vagina gush even more lubricant and contract tightly around his knuckles as he reaches the limit of his endurance and climaxes into her beautiful oval mouth. "I love you!" she mutters as she pulls away and opens the passenger door to spit his semen on the ground. Shutting the door, she pulls his hand from underneath her skirt and leans back to kiss him once more. Tasting his saltiness on her tongue, he squeezes her hard and thinks to himself that just continuing on the way things are isn't all that bad; in fact it's even great.

After a minute or so and out of breath they straighten up in their seats and Alicia exclaims, "Oh it's almost one o'clock. You'd better get me home quick! My parents will be upset. I wish I could just go home with you."

About a mile down the highway, she tells him somewhat nervously, "You know Love; I've fantasized about being owned or possessed by a strong Cary Grant type like you. It seems like it would be comforting to pretend to have you take care of me completely and be my master where I had to obey everything you demanded. It's a little scary and exciting all at the same time. But how would it work? Can we really do it when we have so little time together?"

"I'm not sure. If we were living together, it would be easy. Would you really commit to a serious effort to try it out?" he chuckles, "That would be a really long term, drastic commitment to play a role game. But it would solve the problem of my having to take you home all the time and it would let us play the 'husband and wife' game as well."

"Are you serious!" she cries, "You're asking me to move in with you? You know I can't do that. My parents would kill me! Besides it just wouldn't be right!"

"I don't know. Let me think about It.", he says as he pulls into a mall parking lot and stops the car. "Let me see, you said you'd do anything I asked. Did you really mean it or were you just kidding?"

"Uh uh! I meant it, I think. But what will everybody say? Wouldn't it be a sin?"

"Would it be any more sinful than what we're doing now? When two people feel about each other the way we do, is it more wrong to express those feelings openly than to have to sneak around?" he asks.

"I don't know. I love you so much! I don't know what to say. I just know I want to be with you all the time. I guess I'll do what you say." she cries and starts to sob.

"Now, now, don't cry. Think it over and make sure you really want to. "We'll talk about it some more. There's no hurry."

On their next several dates, Tom takes his lovely young girlfriend to public places and with other couples. He arranges to take her home late so they don't have an opportunity to neck or discuss this private matter again and have only quick chaste good night kisses. He senses that she is a little apprehensive that he is not as amorous as before and is becoming somewhat frustrated at not having the sexual contact and release their mutual masturbation and oral releases have afforded her.

After almost two weeks, Alicia calls and asks him if he can take her someplace private where they can talk and be alone together. Acceding to her request, he borrows a friends' apartment and the next day they eat a fast food lunch and go to the apartment. The minute they enter the cute young girl turns and throws her arms around his neck, opening her mouth wide for his probing tongue and pressing her petite breasts and hips against him.

Finally pulling away, Tom takes her by the hand and guides her to the couch along one wall where they sit and asks her if smooching was all she had in mind.

"Well, that too, but I wanted to tell you that I've decided that I'll do anything you ask. Just let me be with you. I'll obey you and play your slave game and take good care of you." she replies.

"No, Darling. You've got the wrong idea. It's me who will take care of you and it won't be altogether a game. You say you'll do anything I ask. Do you want to have any restrictions on that?"

"Well, I'd like to finish college, but I'll do whatever you want."

"Are you absolutely sure? I could ask you to do anything and you'd do it. What if I asked you to take off all your clothes right now?" he queries.

"H-Here? What if George comes in, he couldn't help but see us!" she stammers.

"What if he was here right now? Would you still do anything I asked?" Tom questions.

"I-I don't know. I love you and trust that you wouldn't ask me to do anything like that."

"But I thought you said 'anything' and that you were willing to even be my slave?" he retorts accusingly. As she starts to cry, he continues softly, "My little Alicia, don't cry. I care for you so much! I would never do anything to truly hurt you. But I want you to completely understand what you're saying and what it signifies. Do you really know what being a slave would be like?"

"N-no! I only thought that it would mean I could be with you all the time and try to make you happy and I would be happy too!" she stammers through her tears, "When I let you touch and kiss me and I do the same to you, I'm so happy that I can't think of anything else but pleasing you any way I can.", she says.

Tom continues his questioning with, "What if I told you that making love to George or Mike or someone else would make me happy? Would you do that?"

"I don't know! I don't think I could. I love you! I couldn't love someone else." she replies.

"I'm sorry, I misspoke. I didn't mean fall in love with them. What I feel for you is more than just sex. A true loving relationship is far more than just that. It's like a cake. Sex is just the icing and may be the sweetest part, but the body of a cake is like the commitment to each other in a relationship. That's what the most important thing is. Look at the people we know and how many of them have loving relationships and marriages even though one of them is impotent or frigid because of physical or other infirmities and how good their relationships are. On the other hand, look at the couples you know who've had disastrous marriages and relationships even though the sex was great. How many of them have ended up divorcing or hating each other because they didn't have any cake to support their icing?"

Alicia kisses him and gently lets her hand fall to the top of his leg and begin to slowly stroke up back and forth along the inside of his thigh from the knee to the juncture of his crotch, as he squeezes her tightly and curls a hand around her arm to cup her breast. She breaks the kiss and then places her roving hand directly on his crotch squeezing his erection through the rough fabric of his jeans and says, "I never thought of it that way. You're right; it's the love and commitment to making the other person happy that's really important. Living and demonstrating that is how you really show your love."

"That's what I believe, anyway." he replies, "I want to care for and take care of you so much I can hardly stand it. It makes me feel like I'm in heaven when I'm with you like this and you tell me you feel the same. I want to possess and have you be mine in everything." He lightly strokes her throat, dropping his hand to fumble awkwardly with the small top button of the thin white blouse she is wearing.

"Oh Tom, I feel the same way except I want you to possess me and be completely yours. If you will have me I'm yours. Here let me do that.", she exclaims as she pushes his hand away from her and starts unbuttoning it all the way down exposing the front of the matching brassiere underneath. Quickly she then unclasps the hook in the center of the bra letting its cups fall away from her milky bosom, allowing him to view her open cleavage and the gentle curves of the insides of her small shapely breasts.

As he eagerly reaches to fondle the soft, inviting globes, she unexpectedly stands up and faces him. Slipping the blouse and brassiere off of her shoulders to briefly pause half nude, she then unfastens the hook and unzips the sort zipper at the side of her knee length red and black pleated skirt and pushes it down over her hips to drop in a bundle around her ankles. Straightening back up she poses for a few seconds in her bright red panties before gracefully bending down to slip them down too and lifts her feet out of both the skirt and panties to stand naked before him.

Having never seen her completely undressed, Tom gasps as he stares in admiration at her incredible beauty as she crosses her arms behind her back to give him full view of her nakedness.

"Oh God, you're lovely!" he exclaims breathlessly.

"You really think so?" she softly asks.

Delighted and flabbergasted at her beauty and audacity as he has never seen her completely nude, Tom exclaims, "Oh My God! Alicia! You're gorgeous! But what made you do it?"

"I thought you wanted me to. Do you really think I'm pretty? I decided that no matter what, I want to be yours and make you happy! For me that's the cake, making you happy! And it's what makes me happy. If I can be with you, I'll be your lover or mistress or even your slave, if that's what you want!" she declares.

"Really? Do you really mean it? What if George came back right now? What would you do?" he asks breathlessly.

"Uh, I'd hope you'd let me get dressed before letting him in, but if you really wanted him to see me naked, I guess I'd do what you want." she says, as tears start to run down her cheeks, "I promised I'd do anything you say and if that will make you happy then I'll stay here like this."

"OH! You're wonderful Alicia! But do you really understand what being a slave is and how complete a commitment it would be? What if I asked you to have sex with him?" he asks again.

"I-I don't know! I'd try, but I really don't know if I could! I love you and want you to be the first. You're so loving and gentle and when we're petting, you drive me crazy. Even when I kiss and suck your penis, I feel good because I'm making you happy, even though it's so dirty. But I can't believe giving my virginity to George or anyone else could make you happy! Please don't make me do that! Isn't this enough? Please! I love you so." she sobs.

Standing and caressing the beautiful sobbing girl, Tom tells her, "That's what I thought! You really don't know what you're committing to by saying you want to be a slave. The true love of a full commitment means to know and anticipate the other's point of view. For me, you're giving yourself sexually to someone else to please me would be a perfect demonstration of love. Just knowing that you cared for me that much would be almost more than I could stand!"

Gasping for breath as Tom strokes her hair and hugs her against his rough clothing, Alicia cries, "Oh No! I want to please you, but it's so hard! Please! Don't be angry, but I don't know if I could. I truly don't! If you really want me to make love with him, I-I'll try! But it's so hard!"

Grasping her by the shoulders, Tom forces her to look him in the eyes, saying, "That's what I mean. You're saying you love me and will even be my slave, but you don't know how hard being a slave might be! Now calm down and think about it. I don't want you to commit to anything unless you fully understand what it is. I care for you too much to risk making you unhappy or pressuring you to do something you truly don't want to do. Now tell me, what is a slave? Give me a definition."

As the beautiful sobbing girl's knees buckle, her lover supports her and gently seats her back on the couch. Sitting beside her, he massages the nape of her neck with one hand while lightly stroking her shapely breasts with the other until she relaxes and says, "Oh that feels good. Don't stop! I-I guess a slave is someone who is owned. They are forced to work and do what their masters tell them. I-I guess they're also beaten and raped."

"Very good. Now you're starting to understand how hard being a slave can be. If you become a slave, you'll be owned. Do you really want to be my property?" he asks.

"If that's what you want, I guess. I only know that I want to be with you and surrender my self to you totally. It's funny, but in a way it might be comforting to be owned and taken care of, if I can be with you. If you truly possess me, you will have to make all the decisions and I won't have to think or worry about anything." she muses half to herself.

"That's not entirely true, what if you do something that displeases me?" he queries with an enigmatic smile, dropping the hand that had been caressing her breasts to stroke the tops of her tightly closed thighs.

"Oh, I'll work very hard! I'll be so obedient and pleasing that you won't have any cause to be displeased! I'll cook and clean and wash your things and make love with you all the time." is her breathless answer.

"Anyone can have an accident or lapse. What if you burn a meal or break a dish or starch my pajamas or forget to swallow my semen?" he jokingly retorts.

"Swallow?? I've never done that. I didn't know you wanted me to! How disgusting! Why would you want me to do that?" she asks, surprised.

"I've heard that it shows respect and thanks to a slave's master for his allowing her to please him and it furnishes protein to keep the slave healthy." he laughs.

"That's both revolting and ridiculous! Now you're making fun of me!" she accuses, "Besides it's too salty!"

"Well what about dropping a glass or dish?" he continues in a more serious tone.

"Well if I was really a slave, I suppose I'd have to be punished." she acknowledges with a grin, "Maybe you could make me go without supper, by not swallowing."

"Or swat your hands with a ruler or your pretty bottom with a yardstick?"

"W-well, maybe, if I did some really wrong and it wasn't too hard. You really wouldn't hurt me? Would you?" she asks a little nervously.

"Well if you're a Slave and just owned property, I could do anything I like; beat torture or even kill you. What do you have to say about that?" he responds.

"Ulp. I did say I'd do anything, but I didn't really mean it that way. You said the master and slave thing was just a game. Let's not get morbid."

"How did you mean it then? Are you saying you won't do any little thing I ask, like letting me kill you?" is his next question.

"That's not a little thing! What I really meant was I love you and want to make you happy more than anything in the world and if I'm dead, I won't be able to do that any more.", she answers.

"Good point, Sweetheart!" he cackles, "So capital punishment is out! Is there anything else besides continuing college you want to negotiate into this Master/Slave contract?" as he slips his index finger between her thighs and massages the top of her vagina just over her clitoris.

"Is this negotiating? I thought it was foreplay!" she blushes, "Don't you think I'd better get dressed before George comes home?"

Forcing his finger further down to the moisture seeping between her labia, he replies, "George's spending all afternoon and the night with Virginia. He won't be back till afternoon tomorrow, so we've got lots of time. And yes, this is a negotiation. If you are really serious about me and want to please me by becoming a Slave, we both need to have some ground rules and guidelines. This isn't a one way street with you wanting to please me. I want you to be happy too. I think you really would like to be owned and that surrendering yourself will make you truly happy. Am I right?"

"Y-yes, the more I think about it, the more attractive the idea of having you command and control me becomes. But things like swallowing, being with other ..." she starts.

"No!" he interrupts, "If you agree to be a Slave, nothing sexual is on the table. You'd have to agree to any sexual act I request, including sex with other men and even women. Do you understand?"

"Other women?" she exclaims with a start before he loudly interrupts again.

"Anything sexual! Is that understood? You said yourself it would be hard. I'm just pointing out how hard! That's the whole purpose of Slavery. Part of the idea is to teach you to lose your inhibitions and to learn how to perform and enjoy all kinds of sex. Do you still stand by your promise? If you don't, you'd better get dressed and we can go on as we are."

At this stern reply and implied threat of his breaking off their relationship, Alicia tenses and stammers, "My God! You're really serious! You really want to own me? I-I want you and want you to love me and make love to me completely. B-But I don't think I can do some of those things. I need you so much. I want to do what you want, but I just couldn't. When I got undressed, I did it to please you even though I thought George might come home and see me. I wanted to make you happy that you could show me off to him.

But I know George, and it wouldn't be quite so bad to have him see me undressed and it would make you happy. I was even proud that you thought I am pretty enough to show off. But I don't think I could have sex with him, much less a stranger or a woman! Maybe I had better get dressed."

As she breaks into sobs once more, Tom hugs her to him and waits until her sobs trail off and her breasts stop heaving under her hands with which she has covered her face. Gently pulling her head towards him to look into her tear streaked eyes, he consoles her. Telling her everything is all right and that he understands, he wipes the tears from her face and says she's the most beautiful and wonderful thing that's ever happened to him and that maybe they had better forget the whole idea.

"No! You don't understand. I really would like to try, but I just don't think I could! I'd freeze or panic or do something horrible or unforgivable and I'd lose you!" she cries.

"You mean that!" Tom repeats curiously, "Maybe we can think of a solution. You're saying you don't think you could actually perform sex with someone even though you would want to try, in order to please me?"

The lovely young virgin gazes at him longingly and replies, "That's right! I just don't think I could even bring myself to even kiss someone else, especially if you were watching. It'd be too humiliating and degrading. I'd be so embarrassed!"

"What if someone kissed you? Would that be so bad if he were to grab and hold you for a kiss?" her lover asks.

"Well, I don't know! If he made me do it and I was helpless, I couldn't do much about it, could I? And you couldn't blame me then, could you?" she thinks aloud.

"Well then, do you think you could agree that being forced to kiss would be as hard as willingly participating?" he asks.

"No! If I couldn't prevent it, it wouldn't be quite so bad. At least I wouldn't disappoint you."

"OK! What about if you knew in advance about something, could you agree to be held or forced?" Tom questions.

"I don't know! Knowing in advance might be worse than having it just happen." she stutters.

"Let's put it this way, if I called George right now to have him come over here and kiss you, will you agree to let him?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe. If you really want me to, I guess. He already knows about my promise to do anything you ask. Let me go to the bathroom and clean up and think about It.", she tells him as she reaches to get her clothes.

"No! Leave your clothes here!" he commands, "You already said you would let him see you naked and wanted to show off for me. Can you do that?"

"Oh please, Tom, don't make me do that. Let him kiss me naked! I'd be too embarrassed!" she cries.

Disappointedly, Tom reaches for her panties, shorts and blouse and says, "Oh well, it was just an idea. Go get cleaned up and dressed. You're probably not ready to be a Slave".

Seeing his obvious let down, the beautiful young girl stands and reconsiders her decision, "All right, dear, if you want it so bad, I'll let him kiss me. But first I really have to go. Can I at least do that?" she tells him as she grabs her purse and turns and disappears from the room, leaving him holding her clothes in his hand.

In the bathroom, she relieves herself, combs her hair and quickly replaces her makeup. Staring into the mirror, she wonders how Tom could possibly stand for her exposing herself and kissing someone else. She wonders what George will think as she looks at her reflection, "My breasts are so much smaller than Virginia's, I wonder if he will think I'm pretty. Oh my God! He'll see I've shaved my pubic hair! No one but Tom knows I've done that! My mother doesn't even know! Will he tell Virginia or someone else? Oh God! I'll be so humiliated! I only did it because Tom had caught some of it in his teeth when he kissed me there! Why did I let him talk me into this? Can I really go through with it?"

Then she remembers Tom's earlier statement about how proud he would be to show her off and his pride in telling George and Virginia of her statement that she would do anything for him the other night. This strengthens her resolve to please him and she grabs the toothbrush from her purse and starts brushing her teeth before using the mouthwash sitting in the cabinet under the mirror.

"At least I won't have bad breath when he kisses me.", she thinks to herself as she spits the mouthwash into the sink.

"Well, did you call him and is he coming? What did he say?" she asks as she returns to the living room where Tom is sitting at the table with a pad of paper and a disposable ballpoint pen.

"No, I haven't called him yet. Did you change your mind?" he says before looking up at her and exclaiming, "God you are beautiful! How did I ever get so lucky as to have you fall for me?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because you're the handsomest, kindest and gentlest person I've ever met!" she blushes, "What are you doing?"

"I'm just jotting down some ideas." he replies, "I've been wondering if just a kiss is enough to prove that you're serious about being my Slave and if you love me enough to go even farther?"

Trembling, Alicia retorts, "I thought my kissing him naked was what we agreed to. I don't know about anything else. I don't know if I can do that. What do you want?"

"Yes, I know! But if you would agree to a sex act, it would show me how committed you really are to being my Slave and it would also prove to yourself that you really want to commit to our relationship." he answers.

Realizing that his request is a test of her love, she cries, "Oh Tom, I want you to be the first. You know I love you so much, I want to remember my virginity being given to you as gift, not bartered to George D. or anyone else! I can't and won't make love to him. Ask me something else."

"Oh, Honey, I wasn't thinking of intercourse. I want our first time to be together too. I was just thinking that maybe something more intimate than a kiss, even a naked kiss, would be a better demonstration of your resolve and also give you a better understanding of what being a Slave might entail. Would you be willing to do something else?" Maybe let him penetrate you anally?"

"Oh, My God! Sodomy! That's painful, dirty and dangerous. I don't think I could even do that with you! But I know you're testing me. If I don't agree to something, I may lose you and I couldn't stand that! Would you accept my touching George or even masturbating him? Oh! I know! You want me to suck him. I've done it twice and now you want me to suck George's penis too! What can I say!" she hysterically thinks to herself.

Desperately, she tries to think of some other way to supplicate her lover. Unable to even think of begging him to relent, she starts to cry once more.

Falling to her knees she finally sobs, "OK, you win! I'll try to kiss his p-p-penis. Will that do?"

"Oh Darling, that is wonderful! You make me so happy!" he exclaims in ecstasy, dropping to his knees in front of her and kissing her deeply.

A minute later she pulls away to catch her breath from the sobs and prolonged kiss. Wiping her cheeks with her arm she says, "Now I'll have to freshen up again. I'm sorry, I must look a mess. I'll ..."

"No Dear, if anything, you're even more beautiful when you're crying. Sit here at the table so you can see what we've been talking about. I've been writing down what I think we've agreed to. Read it over carefully and see if I've made any mistakes or left anything out. I've tried to be as generous as possible. If there are any changes we need to make, write them in the margins and we'll start a new sheet." he tells her.

Blinking back her tears, the lovely young girl tries to focus on the blurry hand written paper.

Jan 6, 20__ 3:15 pm

Apt 6, 53202 Maple Dr.

Shermanville, Indiana

I, Alicia K. L______, hereby consent to greet and present myself to George S______ in the nude for his visual and manual inspection of my body for a period not to exceed fifteen minutes. I further agree and request that Tom H_______ be present during this inspection. I agree to allow both or either George S_______ and Tom H_______to kiss and touch me wherever and however they so choose during this period. Furthermore, I agree and consent to subsequently disrobe George S_____ so far as he desires and is necessary to perform oral fellatio on him for a period not to exceed thirty minutes or unless and until he ejaculates into my mouth or upon my body. It is understood that if his ejaculate enters my mouth, that I will not be compelled to swallow it, but will be given immediate opportunity to spit it out and to rinse my mouth of any and all effusions emanating from him.

Additionally, it is expressly understood and I specifically consent and agree that the aforesaid persons may use physical force to compel me to perform the above specified actions.

I further attest that these actions are agreed to of my own free will and accord and that I have consented to them from my abiding love for Tom H_________ and at his request to demonstrate the same.

Sworn this 6^th day of January 20__

Alicia ________

"Oh my God! He expects me to sign this! It's a consent form for rape!" She thinks as an uncontrollable shaking grips her whole body.

"Is something wrong?" Tom asks as she trembles.

"N-N-No!" She sobs, I just didn't expect this, "And you actually want me to sign this? It's horrible! It wouldn't be legal anyway!"

"I don't expect it to be legal. I would just like to have your consent in writing in order to impress on you the depth of your commitment and love." He tells her, "I promise it won't be seen by anyone other than George and myself and neither of us will ever mention anything concerning it to anyone. I swear! Won't you sign it for me?"

Sniffling, and partly believing in the back of her mind that Tom really doesn't intend to hold her to it and this is just a testing game of some sort, the beautiful nude girl agrees. Taking the pen, she shakily signs the document thinking that just signing her name isn't as nearly as bad as what might happen if she refused to play along with her boyfriend's fantasy.

Looking at her nearly illegible name scrawled at the bottom of the page, Alicia starts and finally realizes that Tom is really serious about playing the game through completely and that she's actually agreed to be forced to actually perform the obscene acts described in it

"Oh Lord, I've just promised to be a whore to George S______ and to suck him off. I've never even seen any man's penis except Tom's, not even my father's. What if he's not clean? What if it smells or tastes like urine? Will I gag the way I almost did the first time I sucked Tom? I wonder if it's bigger or smaller than Tom's. Will he have an erection? Tom has always been erect when I've touched him, but that's after we've necked for a while. And what was that section about touching in the document?" She thinks before asking, "Tom, what does 'manual inspection' mean in the paper?"

"Oh that just means that we can touch or stroke you. If you struggle or resist, we might have to touch or grab you to hold you still." He replies, "However, I'll do everything I can to help encourage you and to keep from hurting you. If you can co-operate, it will be a lot easier for both of us. By the way, we won't penetrate you except for the kiss and the fellatio. There are some things I want to do for your first time myself. Relax; it won't be so bad, you'll see. I'm so proud of you. Now would you call George and invite him over? Tell him I told you that he doesn't believe you meant it when you said when you'd do anything for me and you want to prove him wrong. Tell him that I say for him to shave, shower and put on clean clothes."

"Oh No! I couldn't!" She cries.

"There, see what I mean about being a Slave and doing anything I ask? If you really want it, you have to understand that doing this sort of thing is all part of being a Slave." He admonishes, "I'll make the call, but you just tell him he's wrong and tell him to come when I hand the phone to you. Can you do that?"

"May-Maybe, it's like I'm asking him here to rape me." She stutters incoherently.

"Oh, Darling, it'll be all right! It's just a phone call." He tells her as he lifts the receiver and dials.

They both listen as the ringing occurs and just when Alicia starts to hope no one will answer, George's familiar voice says, "Hello?"

Tom puts the receiver to his ear and says, "Hi George! Alicia and I have a favor to ask. Can you take a quick shower and change into clean clothes and come over to your apartment? I told Alicia you didn't believe her when she said she'd do anything for me and she wants to talk to you about it." And then hands the receiver to the waiting naked girl who obediently says, "George, you know I never lie, if you could, please come over here and we'll prove it. Here's Tom!"

Taking the receiver back, Tom again tells him to clean up and not to tell anyone where he's going or that he's meeting them. When he replaces the receiver in the cradle, he looks at the softly crying naked girl sitting before him. Gently taking her hand, he first tries consoling her and then lightheartedly announces that since George won't arrive for an hour, asks her what she wants to do to kill the time.

In spite of herself, Alicia laughs and asks what in the world he's thinking of when she's sitting nude waiting to be forced to kiss and suck another man's penis. Tom kisses her and tells her it will be all right. She's fellated him twice and that one penis is a lot like another. She should pretend it's a banana and offers to go to the kitchen to get her one to practice on. Smiling through her tears, she notices Tom's erection through his trousers and since she remembers she's doing this for him, grasps him through his pants and tells him that maybe he's right, she should practice.

Putting her words into action, she slides to her knees and reaches for his zipper. The other times she's handled his penis; she has always fumbled in the dark leaning over in the car seat. It surprises her how much easier it is to unzip and withdraw his surging erection through his underpants and open zipper when she can see clearly and can use both hands to widen the zipper opening. Reaching beneath the base of the shaft, she gently grasps his scrotum and can feel his testicles which she gently tries to pull through the same opening. Suddenly her lover flinches and she realizes his skin is catching on the sides of the zipper. Belatedly, she unbuckles his belt and unsnaps the snap of his jeans to pull them open and expose his genitals to her full view.

This is the first time she's clearly seen a man's genitals and is surprised how much bigger they appear than when she has only groped them in the dark of Tom's car. Leaning forward, she has the idea to kiss his scrotum and testicles, which she hasn't done before. Licking the outside of the wrinkled skin, she opens her mouth and takes one of his testicles inside. Tom's moan makes her think for a second that perhaps she's hurting him before she understands that she excited him instead. With a short parting suck, she releases the sphere and engulfs the other one. Another moan tells her that he likes this and she pauses to tongue the soft warm ball when a jerk of his penis along her cheek signals that maybe she should transfer her attention to it instead.

Withdrawing from the testicle, she sits up a bit and looks down at the pink engorged head. At the top she can see a small opening with an even tinier slit above it. Both are filled with a clear liquid which is seeping down the side of the head and collecting around her two fingers which grasp the shaft. She wonders if he has already ejaculated before remembering that this must be the lubricating fluid that appears when he's aroused and that semen is white instead of clear.

Tentatively she darts her tongue into the small pool of fluid and is surprised that it has no taste. She'd expected it to be salty like his semen. Another moan, more like a grunt, encourages her to open and slide her mouth around the engorged head of the pulsating erection. As the tip rubs against the top of the back of her mouth, she cups her tongue to slide it against the underside of the head and top of the shaft. Suddenly, the rod jerks back towards her throat and she feels her throat and mouth nearly explode with hot, salty, viscous liquid. Caught by surprise, the lovely, tear stained girl clamps her lips around the throbbing rod to stop the escape of semen which has leaked through her lips and started to run down the shaft and onto her chin. Almost choking, she continues to feel more spurts at the back of her mouth. She swallows and starts to suck as hard as she can while tonguing the bottom of the rock hard shaft.

This effort is rewarded by a louder moan from Tom and several additional spurts into her throat. Although reluctant, Alicia reflexively swallows several times in order to keep from choking. As she realizes what she's doing, she remembers Tom's telling her that swallowing shows her love and respect for him. It also gives her the idea that she and her mouth must be both pretty and pleasing for him to let her engulf him this way and to explode with such passion inside it.

This thought gives her the idea that his semen is his gift to her and as the shaft within her mouth starts to soften and the spurts cease, she unaccountably experiences a perverse flush of pride and accomplishment tinged with a hint of regret that it is over so quickly. This emotion is accompanied by a feeling of frustration and wetness between her own legs and she feels her own arousal and realizes that fluid has been leaking from her vagina and labia, running down her thighs and into a puddle on the carpet.

Embarrassed that Tom might notice, she renews her sucking of his now shrinking penis until she has it as dry as she can make it. Finally releasing the head with a short pop, she starts to lick the remaining semen from the shaft and a small puddle which dripped onto the top of his scrotum. Finally she licks the remaining drops from her hand and sucks her fingers dry while gazing longingly up at his face for his approval.

"Oh my God, Alicia, if you practice much more like that, you'll drive me crazy." He gasps, "You are wonderful. Both beautiful and wonderful. Oh here, I've got a cup you can spit into."

"It's too late for that. It's all gone, see!" she tells him as she opens her mouth to show him its empty cavity.

Surprised, he exclaims, "Oh Darling, you swallowed it all? Why? I thought you said it disgusted you."

"Well, it seemed so dirty. I did it to show my love, respect and gratitude to you for making me so happy." She replies lovingly, "Actually, it was kind of nice and tasted good after I got started. The first spurt caught me by surprise and I swallowed by reflex to keep from choking. But after that I decided there wasn't any point in stopping, so I went ahead and cleaned it all up. By the time I finished, I'd learned that it was really you I tasted and I wanted even more."

"Oh Alicia, wonderful goddess, I could worship you forever!" he blurts as he sits up straight to gaze down at her beautiful naked body. Spotting the dampness and darkening spot on the rug between her legs, he reaches down and lifts her up to sit on the couch, before sliding to his own knees between her legs.

"Did you climax too?" he asks, as he parts her thighs.

"No, I didn't even realize I was so turned on until I felt how wet I was. I'm sorry about the mess, I'll go clean it up.", she tells him as she tries to close her legs to stand up.

"No. Stay right where you are. That'll wait. Open your legs and let me look at you. God you're beautiful! You know this is the first time I've really gotten to see you. Those dark car seats aren't very good for really appreciating how lovely you are." he commands.

"You know I was thinking the very same thing about you when I was undressing you." she laughs, "Great minds work in the same ways."

Stroking his fingers down her labia, he replies, "Right now it isn't your mind I'm most interested in. Let me kiss these beautiful lips." as he lowers his mouth onto her genitals. As he licks and strokes, then tongues her vagina, she gasps and almost as quickly as she had driven him to climax, he has returned the favor, drawing her into the most exquisite orgasm she has ever had.

Panting from her exertions, she finally gets breath enough to say she needs to clean up again and wash and dry off down there before George arrives. She also intends to brush her teeth again as George might know what the odor and taste in her mouth is.

"No Honey. If you need to go, go ahead. But don't brush your teeth or dry off if you don't have to go. If George recognizes the taste and sees how wet you are there, he'll know for sure that you're keeping your word about doing anything for me. If you want to check your makeup or comb your hair go ahead. I'll straighten up in here and put your clothes in his den out of sight. I need to talk to him alone for just a minute before he sees you or he might run right back out the door. I'll latch it so he doesn't barge in and you can stay in the bath while I talk to him in the hall.

Once more in the bathroom, the ravishing young girl sits on the toilette and tries to urinate. At first she fails but opening her legs wider she strains and finally a few drops of urine are expelled into the water. Relieved that now she can wash herself of her fluids and the drying traces of Tom's saliva she leans to the nearby sink and wets and soaps a washcloth to remove the traces of her excitement and her lover's cunnilingus.

Still sitting with her legs splayed open and concentrating on cleaning the insides of her thighs, she jumps and nearly falls off the stool when Tom's voice softly says, "I see you didn't want to listen when I told you not to clean yourself there."

Reflexively clamping her knees together she looks up to see his smiling face gazing down at her from the doorway. Startled and embarrassed, she slaps the washcloth over her lap and brings one arm across her breasts to cover her nipples. "Oh! You scared me! Please close the door, I'm going to the bathroom."

"I know. I watched. You didn't really have to go, did you? You just wanted to wash yourself." He accuses, "Well you might as well finish now that you started. George just called and said his car won't start and he had to call a wrecker. He told me the garage said it will be two or three hours before it's fixed. I told him it was important to come on anyway, but he wouldn't listen. He said that if it's not fixed by seven-thirty tonight, he'll get a cab and be here around eight. I'm sorry, I know you were anxious to get this over with, but it can't be helped. So now you can take a shower instead and really get clean."

Blushing at his admission that he actually watched her trying to urinate, she stammers, "You've been there that long, watching me? Why? I was going to the bathroom."

"Why not? I watch you eat and drink. If you're going to be my slave and property, why shouldn't I watch you doing anything else? See, that's another aspect of being willing to do anything for me that you're not ready for. In fact, it's a central important part. Look at you now. You're covering yourself to hide from me. Why? Don't you think I got a far better view of your lovely vagina when I was kissing and licking it? Now, see if you can put that washcloth away, spread your legs and clasp both hands behind your neck."

Humiliated once more, Alicia hesitates and then slowly puts the washcloth on the sink, exposing her still tightly closed genitals. Shaking, she raises her hands until they are level with her shoulders and then suddenly drops both arms to her sides with a sob, "I can't!" she cries as she drops her head to her chest and tears begin to drip onto the tops of her breasts.

Kneeling on the tile in front of her, Tom gently grasps her knees with both hands, "Now Sweetheart, don't cry. There's nothing wrong. I know it's hard! But you're so lovely; I want to look at you all the time. I'm so glad and proud of you and happy that you even let me be a part of your life that I can hardly stand it. When we're apart, all I do is think and fantasize about you and dream about being with you." Finishing with a crackling in his voice.

Looking up at this statement, Alicia is startled to see tears welling in his brown eyes. Why, he's crying! Why is He crying? I'm the one he's humiliating! I'm the one sitting here naked!" she thinks to herself.

Asking these questions over and over to herself, the answer suddenly comes, "He's afraid! He's in love with me and is so afraid that I don't love him enough to endure these tortures he's putting me through that I will leave him! My God! He doesn't understand how much I love him back."

At this realization, she blushes once more and determinedly raises her arms to clasp her fingers behind her neck and slowly slides her knees widely apart. Arching her back and shoving her pelvis forward towards him to present both her breasts and genitals, she can feel her labia parting and exposing the pink inner lips to the air and his view.

"There! I did it! I actually managed it! Is this all right?" She asks hopefully, looking up to see him gasp.

"Oh Yes! Darling! A thousand times yes!" he chokes and then drops his face on the top of her spread left knee.

She can feel the dampness of tears smearing the lower part of her thigh as he continues to kneel silently. A breeze from the heat vent caressing the open inner flesh of her vagina sends a bolt of cool sensation through her as she finds herself once more sexually aroused and wet.

"He really thinks I'm beautiful this way. He's not doing this to be mean or cruel; he really wants me to submit to these things. I'll show him how beautiful I can be! I'll prove to him how much I love him and will do everything for him!" she thinks.

After several minutes, Tom raises his head to look into her glowing eyes as she nervously says, "You were right Darling! I really didn't understand before. I do love you so and want to please you any way I can. I'll do whatever you want, if you'll just tell me how to make you happy?"

Adoringly, he raises up to softly brush her lips with his own. His clothes rub roughly against her bare skin but the brief chaste kiss isn't sexual at all. Incredibly, it imparts a deeper sense of love and devotion than many of the long open mouthed passionate kisses they've shared before.

"You're so wonderful!" He says with a still shaky voice, "Thank you for being you! There's still one thing you don't understand. I'm the one who has to make you happy, not the other way around. If you really want to please me, you have to learn to be happy doing it. I'll try my best to teach you, but you must be getting uncomfortable. Let's go back in the living room."

Taking her by the hand, he leads her back to the living room and to a large overstuffed armchair. Silently, he indicates for her to sit and then gently places her wrists behind her neck and lifts each knee over the chair arms so that she is once more in the position he asked her to take on the stool in the bathroom.

"Lean back and relax your legs, Darling, and I'll try to explain what I was talking about earlier. Are you comfortable?" he asks as he goes to sit on the couch across the room.

"NO! Not at all! Tom this is so humiliating and embarrassing. Please?" She starts.

"No, I didn't mean that way." he interrupts, "I meant physically. Your arms or legs aren't cramped or stiff? Your neck, back, breasts or bottom aren't stretched or pinched? If they are, adjust yourself so that you are relaxed and comfortable. We've got almost four hours before George gets here and I want you to be as rested and ready as possible. Meanwhile, I'll try to explain more about how I feel and want you to feel. I believe that you have a naturally submissive personality. You've said that you've fantasized about being controlled or dominated. Is that right?"

"Y-yes, I think so. I'm always trying to please everybody. I'm compulsive about minding my folks. At school I work hard to please my teachers. When I go out with friends I almost always go along with what they want to do rather than insisting on what I want." She answers.

"Exactly! And when you are doing all these things other people want, it makes you happy?" He asks.

"Yes, it does seem that way. Even when people don't appreciate what I do for them, I still feel better. It's when I do something wrong or am not able to help them that I feel the worst."

"Right! With that nature, you fantasize about being dominated by someone who will tell you what to do all the time so you don't have to make decisions about how to go about pleasing them. Isn't that right?" he speculates.

"Yes it is. I've just never thought about it much, I'm always too busy trying to do things for people. Besides, I'm so practical that I don't believe that people can really control others that way. Slavery isn't exactly legal or normal any more." she answers.

"I think a large part of your problem stems from all the confusing rules society and everybody else places on you. If you work at pleasing one person, you sometimes displease others and this keeps you frustrated. Everybody is subjected to these pressures all the time. They are ingrained in us by our parents, friends, schools, laws and the culture itself.

There are so many conflicting demands on someone as submissive as you, that often they go through life frustrated and depressed all the time. In fact, I believe those types of conflicts are a major contributor to suicides.

That's why if you can focus on pleasing just one person who will take the responsibility of all your attention; you can become truly happy with yourself. That is very difficult to do and very few truly submissive people can achieve it even with someone who has a dominant partner trying to help them. Almost no submissives accomplish it on their own.

That's why we're so lucky. I'm a naturally dominant person. I have a compulsion to dominate, control and possess other people as well as to protect and care for them. If I don't get my way a lot of the time, I get angry, frustrated and depressed. When I was a kid I threw tantrums. Now I just get mostly frustrated and depressed. That's why a lot of dominants become psychotic or even sociopaths. When other dominating people or even submissive ones don't do what they want because of the culture, they let their anger build and go through life unsatisfied and unhappy.

That's why the more you work to please others, the more satisfied and happy you are and the more control I have over someone, the more content and pleased I become. We have a potential symbiotic relationship which can fill both our needs.

The problem is with all those other people out there who are not as ingrained in one or the other trait or are going through life frustrated and unhappy. Society, our culture, customs, and even laws all work to restrict everyone from really displaying or expressing the dominant or submissive sides of their real selves.

If someone knocked on the door right now, I'd panic because of fear of losing you, because you're sitting there exposing yourself. See, even my mentioning it caused you to tense up with fright and embarrassment."

During Tom's lecture, Alicia had relaxed in the soft armchair and even momentarily forgot both her nudity and the sexually exposed position she was presenting. At his reference she automatically clamped her knees and legs against the chair arms holding them spread apart and even started to bring her hands down to cover herself.

"If you're stiff or getting uncomfortable, you can walk around. Try to keep your hands behind your back though if you would. If you want to exercise a little that's all right too." He tells her, "Can I get you something to drink or snack on?"

"No. I'm fine. Could I just stretch my arms a little?" she asks.

"Sure, certainly. Would you like me to rub them for you?"

"No I'm all right. It's just that I tensed up when you reminded me of, of...." She says, "Now I'm all embarrassed again."

"That's one of the biggest problems. The sexual and nudity taboos of our culture are so strong and deeply ingrained that even the slightest infraction causes irrational and repressive reactions in all of us." He continues, "Even today you'd be surprised how many married couples go through life without ever having seen each other naked. What I'm trying to do is accustom you to losing those inhibitions. When ..."

"Well," Alicia interrupts, "It looks like you've done a great job." As she determinedly folds her hands behind her neck again.

Chuckling, Tom replies, "From outward appearances, it would seem you're right. You're amazing that you've been able to do so much, but it's obvious you still feel pretty embarrassed, frightened and humiliated. I hope you can learn to become comfortable, reassured and even proud of showing, displaying and presenting yourself to me because, believe me, I really like it."

"But how can I do that? Every time I think of myself this way I feel so helpless and vulnerable and even a little scared. I don't know if I can ever get used to it, much less proud." she asks.

"Darling I can't answer that question. All I know is that you've had a lifetime of conditioning against nudity and sex. It would take months or years and maybe you would never completely be able to release all those feelings. But I can tell you this, with repetition, acclimation and deeper submission, it will become easier and the more you accept and surrender yourself, the easier it will become and the greater satisfaction and contentment you will experience."

"B-but it's so hard!" she complains.

"All life is hard. And all we can do is try to make it easier. I believe that for you, the more completely you can surrender yourself, the happier you will be?" He explains, looking at his watch, "Oh my! It's almost suppertime. Let's see if George has anything in his kitchen."

As he crosses to the stuffed chair and helps his lovely amour to her feet, he asks, "After what we've talked about, do you still think you might want to become my Slave?"

"Yes Darling, the more I think about it, the more sure I am. It's funny, but the idea of being with you and having to be naked all the time is scary, but it's exciting at the same time." She tells him.

"Would you like to try seeing a little more of what it might be like?" He asks.

"Yes I'd like that very much. When do you think we could do it?" Is her answer.

"Right now. We can start by you fixing our supper. See what George has in the fridge." leading her by the hand into the small kitchen.

Tom remains standing and watching her as she goes to the refrigerator and starts rummaging through the shelves and as she bends over to open the lower drawers, he grins and admires the nice way her bald puffy labia accents the cleft of her shapely buttocks as they shyly peek out from between her thighs.

Disgustingly, Alicia's soft voice calls out, "It's just like a bachelor. He doesn't have anything in here but some eggs and sausage and a lot of beer with two bottles of wine. Is breakfast all right with you?"

"Sounds great!"

As she finds a frying pan and margarine, Tom gets a plate, silverware and a glass from the cupboards and places them on the small kitchen table. Turning, he sees Alicia drop a slice of butter in the pan and turn the electric burner on. Going to George's linen drawer, he pulls the large chef's apron George uses for barbeques out and hands it to the unclad girl.

"Here, you'd better put this on. You don't want to get splattered or burnt." he tells her as he helps her pull the top string over her head and steps behind her to tie the string in back. The huge apron sags on her petite body and overlaps in the back. After a couple of unsuccessful tries to wrap it snugly, Tom finally gives up and just ties it loosely. As he finishes, he slides his hand between the flaps and quickly runs a finger from her labia up to the top of her buttock cleft, before giving one buttock a quick affectionate squeeze.

As she squeals and jumps from this surprise caress, she giggles and exclaims, "Oh Lord, I look ridiculous!"

"Yes you do.", he agrees, "But then you look ridiculous in anything. As gorgeous as you are, it's a pity to have to ever cover you up. But we can't have you getting burnt."

As she blushes at the compliment and starts to crack the eggs, he walks to George's bedroom and retrieves a thick throw rug from beside the bed. Returning to the kitchen he kneels down and folds it into a double thickness beside the chair where he set the place setting.

Watching the food sizzle, Alicia starts to think about how much she loves him and how happy the simple ordinary act of fixing supper for him makes her. The routine of the task and the comfort of the sack like apron hanging around her neck lulls her thoughts away from her earlier shame and apprehension and she almost unconsciously decides that it's fun to be playing the role of a slave.

"How many eggs do you want and how do you want them? Alicia calls over her shoulder, "You know this is the first meal I've fixed for you? I'd hoped it would be something more romantic than sausage and eggs. But then I guess I'm just a Slave and can't have everything. Isn't that right, Master?"

"That's right!" he says sharply, "One thing you can't do yet is call me Master. That has to wait until you're committed and contracted. I'll have the eggs over easy, please." as he goes to the fridge and removes one of the wine bottles.

"Yes Sir! Over easy it is.", she obeys, as she deftly flips the eggs and grabs two pieces of toast from the toaster, wondering at what he meant by committed and contracted.

Sitting at the single place setting, Tom places the bottle on the table and watches his lovely girlfriend finish the quick breakfast. As she picks up the frying pan and turns to serve the food from it she stops and seeing just the one place setting, exclaims, "Oh I'm sorry! I fixed an egg and a couple of patties for myself! Do you not want me to eat?"

"That's all right, Alicia, just put it all on this plate." he orders sharply, "And Then you can take the apron off and pour the wine."

Thinking she has done something wrong, she nervously uses the spatula to empty the skillet onto his plate. Sliding the utensils into the sink, she quickly unties the back loops of the apron and slips the top over her head and folds it on the counter. Once again nude, she picks up the toast and quickly places it on the edge of her lover's plate with the eggs and sausage.

Picking up the wine bottle, she looks at it curiously before Tom says, "Oh I'm sorry Darling! There's a corkscrew in the far left drawer."

After she retrieves the corkscrew, she awkwardly starts to poke the end into the foil top covering the bottle. Tom sits quietly watching the beautiful naked girl struggle with the unfamiliar tool and admiring the pleasant jiggling of her breasts as she tries to force the screw through the resisting foil. Finally taking pity on her, he tells her to use the sharp end of the screw or a knife to cut the foil below the lip and remove it. Then he shows her how to spread the handles and start the screw into the cork by turning the upper handle and then pull the handles down toward the bottle when the screw is fully seated to remove the cork. He smiles as she clumsily removes the cork and jumps at the soft popping sound it makes as it comes free.

"I'm sorry Darling, I've never done this before." She apologizes.

"That's all right Honey, it's like being submissive; you'll learn and get better." He tells her with a forgiving smile.

Relieved, she then reaches across from his left side and starts pouring the wine into his glass. As she leans, she spreads her legs apart to keep a steady balance and as the glass reaches the half full point, Tom suddenly grabs her nether lips and roughly inserts his middle finger into her vagina as far as he can. The violated beauty yelps and nearly dropping the bottle splashes wine over the table all around his glass.

As the young man holds her genitals tightly with his finger still inside her, she starts to sob, "I-I'm s-so s-sorry! What did I do wrong? I'll clean it up! Oh God! Please let me clean it up."

"You know what you did wrong. You spilled the wine, among other things. I didn't think you were that clumsy!" He tells her sharply, "What happened?"

Still sobbing and obviously terrified, but remaining motionless with his finger still invading her sex, she sputters, "B-b-but you grabbed me! It hurt and scared me! I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! Please, let me clean it up!"

Using his free hand to grasp her chin and force her to look at him he tells her, "This is what I intended when I told you this would be a practice session of what it might be like as a Slave. You'll have to learn not to be so easily distracted. A little thing like being touched can't have you lose control. What if you'd been pouring hot coffee or tea and burned yourself or me? That's what it's all about; doing everything that's asked in spite of what else is happening or who is doing it!"

"B-But you sh-shoved..." she starts to say as he wiggles his intruding finger back and forth and she loses her train of thought once again.

"See, you did it again! You let yourself be distracted. Do you still want to continue and try to learn that kind of self control?" he demands as he continues to masturbate her vigorously.

"I-I I don't know if I can, b-but please let me t-try. I love you so much." She blurts as her whole beautiful body shudders from her sobs and the sensation of the finger wiggling and writhing obscenely inside her vagina.

"OK, Sweetheart," he tells her more gently as he withdraws his finger and softly pats the smooth shaven lips of her labia.

Standing up he takes the glass to the sink and pours the contents into the drain. Bringing a dishtowel back to where Alicia's still standing and crying he tells her to go ahead and wipe the spilled wine up.

When she has finished cleaning, he instructs the still trembling girl, "Now you need to learn some of the etiquette of serving wine. I'll talk you through it as you go. First, you unscrew the cork from the corkscrew and present it to the Master from his right side. He takes it and examines it to ensure the cork has the same chateau markings as on the bottle. He looks for signs of dampness and mildew. If the cork is too dry, that may mean that the bottle has been stored in an upright position and the cork may have shrunk allowing air into the bottle spoiling the wine. Then he will sniff the cork to see if it has an unusual or objectionable odor. Only then will he indicate for the wine to be poured. The first portion should only cover the bottom of the wine glass to afford a small sample. The Master will then take the glass and swirl the wine around to allow the liquid to evaporate so he can sniff it to ensure that the bouquet is proper. Finally he will sip the wine swirling it in his mouth and savoring the taste along with the bouquet. If the wine is good, he will then so indicate and the server fills his glass and then the glasses of anyone else partaking of that bottle. Do you think you can remember all that?" he finishes as she quietly follows his directions and sets the bottle back on the table.

"Y-yes, I think so! I'll try really hard!" The still upset girl replies.

"Great! Now we'd better eat. I'm sorry this interruption took so long, I'm afraid the eggs and sausage have gotten cold." he tells her, then continues, "As a Slave you normally won't sit at a table. You need to kneel or sit with your knees spread out so the Master can see your genitals. That's what the rug is for, so you don't have to be on bare tile. Go ahead and sit down or kneel, whichever you like. Kneeling lets you be closer to your Master and makes it easier for him to feed you, but for long periods, sitting is better, as kneeling can get painful and make you stiff."

Still upset and frightened, Alicia decides she had better use the kneeling position to make it as easy for her lover as possible. As she takes the position, she softly asks, "Is this all right?"

Looking down at her, he tells her, "Pretty good. Your hands are in the way. You need to keep your hands outside your hips. Behind your back, neck or clasped on top of your head is even better. Your knees need to be wider and your back arched to let me see and touch your sex and breasts if I like."

As the lovely nude girl obediently stretches her knees as far apart as she can, she clasps her hands behind her neck and arches her beautiful firm breasts forward. Gazing down at her naked beauty so invitingly posed, Tom notices her still streaming tears and says, "That's great Darling. I think you need some wine to help calm you down. Here drink this all down." and presents the glass to her lips.

He gently grasps her hair with his free hand and kindly steadies her as she first sips and then swallows the contents of the glass. As he releases her, she coughs and in a concerned voice he asks, "Are you all right?"

Nodding her head she smiles, "Yes, I'm fine. I just choked a little. Thank you."

Sitting quietly, she watches him eat one of the eggs and two of the sausage patties and thinks that he's not going to let her eat when he suddenly bends close to her face with a sausage patty between his teeth. Not knowing what to do, she shrinks back and he grabs her hair again and pulls her lips to the extended pieces of meat. Only then does she understand that he wants her to eat it. Tentatively, she bites a small piece and chews and swallows it. Then more confidently she takes a full bite and the last one he pushes into her mouth as their lips come into contact with a kiss. Next he presents her with a spoon full of egg followed by a piece of toast once more offered from his mouth.

Alternating between feeding her and himself, Tom finishes the meal by presenting her with another full glass of the wine. Pausing, she shakes her head no to indicate she doesn't want more, but he tells her she should drink it anyway, as she is still tense and that there are still more aspects of slavery that he wants to show her, which are harder and yet more demanding than what she has already undergone. Tensing at this new information, she resignedly accepts his hand in her hair once more as he pulls her lips to the glass and drinks the vintage, pausing several times before she gets it finished. Silently she wonders what else could possibly be worse that what she has already endured.

The meal finished, Tom stands and leaning over, kisses her firmly on the mouth while he gently but firmly, lifts the naked young girl to her feet by her breasts.

Wiping her mouth and chin with the paper napkin he has used during the meal, he says she had better get cleaned up again before George arrives. As he leads her back to the bathroom, he tells her she should shower and as he opens the shower door, he starts to take his own shirt off followed by his jeans, socks and finally his close fitting boxer shorts as she stands quietly under the showerhead watching and wondering.

As he straightens and stands nude before her, she thinks, "My God, he's beautiful. He looks like a Greek statue. Why, this is the first time I've seen him naked, what is he going to do now? Oh My! He isn't erect!", as she gazes at his flaccid penis draped over the low hanging scrotum and is surprised at how much smaller it is than during the times she has seen, touched and even sucked it when it was hard and stiffly probing at her,

"How can it grow so much?" She wonders.

Her silent question is interrupted as he says, "I need to get cleaned up too, so I might as well help you at the same time.", stepping into the shower and quickly turning the water on so that it cascades down over both of them. As he takes a freshly opened bar of soap and reaches towards her, she reflexively reaches to take it from him.

"No Love let me do it." He commands as he starts to lather her throat and upper chest. He slides the bar under her arms and washes them before quickly soaping her breasts and the slick caresses of his hands causes her nipples to tighten almost painfully as they become upright and tingle deliciously.

"Oh that feels good!" she exclaims and then gasps as the two slippery hands slide over her stomach and down to her pubic mound.

"Now open your legs." he orders as he spreads her thighs and kneels to reach between them and lather her nether regions. Although he is being brisk and efficient, the erotic nature of his soft, slick caresses quickly arouse the compliant girl and she starts to pant as he leaves her vagina soapy and dripping and continues downwards to lather thighs, legs and feet, even spreading and rubbing between each toe.

"Now turn around and let me do your back," he commands as he stands back up and starts with the nape of her neck and descends down her back. Reaching her buttocks, he spreads them to wash the cleft between. As he arrives close to her rectum, she automatically clenches and stiffens and he quietly uses his feet to spread her legs apart once more and shoves her forward so that she is bending over to give him access. No one, not her mother or even doctors have ever touched her there and she starts to cry with humiliation even as she feels the soap bar and then his fingers rub against the tightly puckered ring of her anus.

"No!" She screams as a slick soapy finger suddenly probes into the narrow circle.

"It's all right! Be still!" He orders her, as the pressure of his other hand on her back increases, preventing her from involuntarily standing up. For several seconds he holds her still with his finger inserted to the first knuckle to accustom her to the new and unwanted sensation.

"Now it's your turn." he tells her as he finally removes the intruding digit and turns her around to face him.

Taking the bar of soap from his offering hand, Alicia nervously starts to lather his neck and chest. Gaining confidence she proceeds to more quickly rub his flat stomach but stops when she spies his now raging, erect organ jutting up hard against his lower belly.

"It's Ok! Go ahead." he tells her and spreads his legs apart to give her easier access to his aroused genitals, "A normal part of a Slave's duties is to keep things clean."

Trembling she grasps the stiff shaft and starts to slowly rub suds up and down its length. The pulsating rod throbs in her hand and she feels Tom's hand on her shoulder as he gasps, "That's clean enough, I think! Get my balls and legs and then do my back."

As she lathers his buttocks, he bends forward and grasps both cheeks with his hands and spreads them apart exposing the dark circle of his rectum just above the slightly hairy scrotum with its dangling testicles gently bouncing inside.

"Oh No! I can't!" She stammers as he tells her to go ahead because the whole idea of a shower is to get clean. Unwillingly, she grasps the dangling bag containing the soft round balls and lathers them before softly soaping the wrinkled brown cavity. Finally, she loathingly inserts a soapy index finger through the sphincter and wiggles it around, surprised at how hot he feels. Quickly withdrawing the finger, she hurriedly washes it with the soap as he turns around and grabs her neck with both hands and pulls her tear stained face to his and kisses her deeply.

As their slick, soap covered bodies come into full contact for the first time, they both gasp at the erotic sensation. Both their hands start to explore and caress each other's backs and then buttocks as she eagerly presses her breasts against his chest and feels him shoving his now huge erection into her stomach.

Wiggling their sudsed up bodies against each other they spend several minutes relishing the incredibly sensuous experience before they mutually break away to catch their breaths.

"I'm sorry, Love. I lied when I told you the whole idea of a shower was to get clean. I think we might have discovered another use for showering." He laughs, "That was... uh I mean you are incredible! But maybe we'd better rinse off and see what time it is."

Still breathless with arousal and love, this reminder that she is expected to not only display herself to another man but then to suck his penis, once more confuses her as they emerge from the shower and Tom dries her and then himself. As she quickly combs her still damp hair, brushes her teeth and reapplies make up, Tom dresses and goes back to the living room.

"Isn't it time he was here?" She quietly asks as she quietly enters the room where her lover is again sitting at the table reading the document she earlier signed agreeing to the imminent encounter with their friend George.

"We've got some time yet." He replies, "I'm just reading this again. Do you still want to go through with it?"

Surprised that he is asking her this again, she looks at him and stutters, "W-well I can't say I want to, because I don't. But I promised I would and I'll do my best if you still want me to. I-I still don't know if I can."

"So you are still willing, although you don't want to? Is that right?" He continues.

"Y-yes. I think I can let him see me and even kiss and touch me because you want me to, but I don't believe I'll be able to-to suck his penis! Darling, I'm so scared! I've never even seen another man's penis, not even my fathers'. In fact, I've never even seen a picture of one when it's been h-hard." She cries.

"There now, Alicia. Don't worry; it won't be as bad as you think. Are you still willing to let us force you if you back out at the last minute?"

"I s-suppose so. I promised! B-but..."

"But what Darling" He demands.

"I'm so afraid! What if he gets carried away and hurts me? Will he rape me? How can you force me without hurting? What if he has some disease?" She begs.

"Don't worry Sweetheart! That won't happen. I know he doesn't have any diseases, because he worried about catching something from Virginia until I convinced him she's healthy too. Also, I'm going to have him read this paper and make sure he agrees and understands that this is all that's going to happen no matter what." He assures her, "And if you resist or can't go through with anything, I promise we won't do anything more than just absolutely necessary to make you do it. I may hold you and even force your mouth open for him, but I swear we won't let you choke or really hurt you."

"You know," he continues, "I'm scared too. In a way, I'm afraid of how I'll feel letting someone else see and use you. I'm so possessive, I'm even afraid that you might enjoy it and lose you to him. Yet I'm so happy and grateful that you've agreed to do this for me, that I'm almost bursting with pride and thankfulness. You're so wonderful! I can hardly bear it".

Listening to this confession, the lovely young girl reflects on her own emotions. She hadn't imagined that Tom could be having doubts or be afraid of this too. A wave of sympathy washes through her and seems to dissolve much of her dread. With this feeling comes a renewed and stronger resolve to please him with her love in any way she can.

Steeling herself, she says, "Thank you Darling! I didn't know you felt that way! I promised I'd do anything to make you happy, and I will, including being your total Slave! I'll really try as hard as I can, and if I can't do it you go ahead and make me!"

"Oh Alicia! It's me who should be thanking you! Even after all I've put you through this afternoon, you still think you want to belong to me?"

"Yes, I want you to possess me completely and to learn how to please you entirely." she responds, falling to her knees beside his chair and kissing his hand.

"You're sure?" he asks, "Even knowing that it will get harder and harder for you?"

Overtaken by her passion, she sobbingly blurts, "Yes Darling, I don't care how hard it gets! If I fail or disappoint you in any way, you can even spank or beat me! Just let me be with you and serve you! Make me kiss and suck him and even sw-swallow h-h-his sp-sperm if it makes you happy!"

"Darling Alicia! You're so wonderful!" he cries with tears of joy running down his cheeks to fall and mingle with hers on her naked heaving breasts.

Looking up to see his tear stained face, she gasps and questioningly asks, "You're crying too! Why?"

Momentarily stymied, he gazes back at her before sliding to his knees and tightly squeezing her soft nude body to his and saying, "B-because that's what Love is, I guess!"

As they slowly regain their composure, Alicia looks longingly at him and confesses, "Oh Tom, I wish George would hurry up and get here. If he were here right now it wouldn't be soon enough. I'll show him that I'll do anything for him or anyone that you want me to! I'll even make love to him if you want me to!"

"No! Not that! I want your first time to be with me and me alone!", he declares, "If you really want something else, there is another way you can show him you can show him you will really do anything I ask and that you belong to me. If you wore something that symbolized your servitude, it will further convince him of your sincerity and even help you to understand yourself and your willingness to surrender yourself to me."

"Wear something? I thought I you wanted me naked. I don't understand. Should I put my clothes back on?" she asks.

"No, I meant something that shows you are bonded to me. Slaves are marked by their Masters for identification and to symbolize who and what they are. These marks can be anything from a small pin, broach, necklace or other piece of jewelry to tattoos. Sometimes girls are even branded to show their ownership and status. Now, most commonly, heavy collars are used in private, but I want to wait until you are fully contracted as my slave before I let you wear a collar. However, a pair of bracelets which would symbolize servitude is what I have in mind. Would you be willing to wear a set of bracelets to show George that you're willing to be bonded to me?"

"Bracelets? Why of course! Why would you think I wouldn't?" She queries, a little confused.

Thankfully, he cries, "Great! Alicia, you are amazing. Thank You Darling!", as he jumps up and walks to a small table, opens a drawer and removes a pair of heavy leather straps with buckles and rings attached to them.

"What is he doing now?" The unclothed kneeling girl wonders as he approaches and shows her the wide black bondage implements, "Oh my God! Those aren't bracelets! They're shackles! He's going to shackle me into them! How humiliating!"

"These will look beautiful on you Alicia!" He merrily announces, "Give me your right hand first. Since you're right handed, it symbolizes the more important extremity is to be bound first. With anklets, it is the left foot to be first offered as most people start walking by stepping off with the left. Of course in a full Slave, the collar around the throat signifies her willingness to devote everything in her life to her Master."

As he tightens the heavy straps around her wrists, pulling the buckles snug, he asks if they hurt or are too tight. Realizing that while they are tight enough she can't possibly slip out, they aren't impeding her circulation and are quite smooth and won't scratch or chaff her skin and although heavy, aren't uncomfortable at all.

"No, they're not too tight." She tells him softly as he pulls two small padlocks from his pocket and locks the buckles shut and she suddenly knows she won't be able to take them off. A shiver of fright mingled with excitement flushes her emotions.

He steps back to watch her intently as she examines the new adornments and thinking to himself that she has to be one the most gorgeous women in the world.

Just then, the apartment doorknob rattles and Tom quickly guides her into the bath as George's voice calls for them to open up.

Tom hurriedly tells Alicia to wait until he returns and to keep the bathroom door shut. Going to open the apartment door, he quickly steps out into the hall and is shocked to see Virginia standing there with George. Embarrassed, George tells him Virginia forgot her key to her parents house and they are away, so she's locked out and has no place else to go. He also says that he had to tell Virginia about his phone call and she is demanding to see how Alicia is going to prove that she'll do anything for him.

His mind racing, Tom frantically asks them if they could wait just a minute, as Alicia is a little indisposed. Grinning at each other and assuming that they interrupted him and Alicia making love, they tell him to go right ahead and take his time.

Thankfully, he says he'll be right back and quickly goes in the apartment and re-latches the catch chain. Frenziedly, he looks around the room and spies Alicia's clothes neatly folded under a small end table. Grabbing them he runs to the bath and knocks, saying for her to let him in.

As she opens the door he hands her the panties, blouse and shorts and tells her to put them on, "Darling that dammed George brought Virginia with him. She's locked out of her house and wants to watch you 'prove yourself.' I don't know what else to do. It's his apartment. We'll just have to get ready and go. I'm sorry! It was a great idea and you are wonderful. We'll just have to wait until some other time."

"What? Wait! I can't wait! I'll never get up the nerve again! Isn't there anything you can do?" she cries.

"Honey, we can't leave her out there in the hall and if George wants her in his apartment, there's nothing we can do!" he almost blubbers.

"Well," She starts nervously, "let her in. Neither one of them knows what we were planning. Tell them and show them the page you had me sign. After all, we don't know if either of them will want to participate. If Virginia doesn't, she can borrow our or George's car and go someplace and if George doesn't, I'll get dressed in here and we'll leave."

"B-but what if they both want to stay?" Tom stutters.

"Then tell Virginia she can watch! I know she's been sleeping with George and if he participates, he'll tell her all about it anyway! Virginia and I have grown up together, so it won't make much difference if she finds out about us now or later from him!" she blurts, "I don't know why, but if I don't go through with this now, I'll never get up the courage to do it again. And I do want to show you how much I love you!"

Flabbergasted, Tom asks, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" she cries, "Just go." And shoves him towards the door.

Astonished at her reaction, Tom slowly goes back and opens the apartment door for the other couple. Apologizing for the wait, he lets them and tells them Alicia's in the bathroom.

"You mean you were doing it in the bathroom? How kinky!" Virginia quips, interrupting him.

"That, young lady, is none of you're dammed business!", Tom snaps at her, "George, I'm afraid I pressured Alicia into trying to prove that she wasn't kidding the other night when she said she'd do anything I asked her to, and I came up with this idiotic scheme. Now she wants to go ahead and even let Virginia watch. She's crying and all upset in there. Read this and tell me what you think."

By the time he finishes reading the page; George's eyes are bulging and his hands shaking so badly that he can hardly hold the paper, "Jesus! I'll be a son of a bitch! You mean she actually agreed to this and wants to do it?"

"Y-yes I'm afraid so, we-we were fantasizing about playing at Master and Slave and it got out of hand. I love her so much; I don't want to hurt her. What should I do?" is Tom's quavering reply.

"What are you talking about? What's Alicia want?" Virginia interrupts.

"I teased Tom that Alicia didn't really mean she'd do anything for him and he talked her into agreeing to strip and give me a blow job in order to prove it." George tells her.

"Shit! You've got to be kidding! I don't believe it!" She retorts.

"Here read it for yourself," George barks, shoving the paper at her.

"Oh my God!" The buxom redhead blurts as she reads; "The crazy girl really means it! She'd never even read something like this, let alone sign it, if she wasn't going to do it! And everybody thinks she's such a goody little two shoes!"

"That doesn't solve my problem," Tom sadly comments, "I still don't know what to do!"

"I don't either," George interjects, "I like Alicia and wouldn't hurt her for the world. I think the thing for us to do is leave, and let the two of you talk it out."

"Wait!" Virginia says, "I know her better than either of you! We've been in same grade since kindergarten. If she thinks she has to prove she loves Tom, she may decide to do something even more stupid than this. Or even feel rejected and get depressed. You both know what an inferiority complex she has!"

"Oh shut up Bitch!" Tom yells at her, "You just want a show so you can your jollies off! And if you ever mention or even hint that this letter exists to anyone, I'll beat you until you can't even remember your own name!"

"No you won't! Because I'll beat you to it and Virginia knows it! Don't you, Sweetheart?" George glares, "Now you promise that you'll keep your mouth shut about this."

"Hi Everyone! What's happening?" Alicia's clear voice calls.

Everyone turns to see her standing in the hall doorway, "You know-Virginia's right! I'm almost nineteen and need to start making decisions for myself, even if it's to let Tom make all my decisions for me!"

Ravishingly beautiful, she stands quietly with her arms at her sides and the large black cuffs leaving no doubt that their purpose is to restrain her. Her head is level and her breasts are thrust forward while her legs are just far enough apart that the two men and her astonished redheaded friend can clearly see a thin line of pink flesh showing between the smooth flaps of her labia.

"You see, I started to put my clothes on and leave when I discovered I couldn't remove my cuffs. Tom has the keys in his pocket. I figured that there was no way I could hide them even if I dressed and left, and if you two saw them, you'd imagine a lot worse things had happened this afternoon than is on that paper I signed.

So I decided that I don't really want to hide them or take them off either. I want you to know that I want to be Tom's Slave and property and I believe he wants that too. He told me that it would please him and show him that he really owned me if I agreed to have sex with other people for him.

Because we haven't made love, and I'm still a virgin he said if I would undress myself and suck George's penis that would be proof enough. So here I am! I hope you like me." She finishes with a nervous smile.

The other three people are completely stunned and just stand and watch as Alicia returns their stares. After several minutes, she starts to tremble and begs, "Well George am I not pretty enough? Don't you want to get a closer look?"

At this, Tom nods to George and walks behind his lovely girlfriend and George walks to and around her as she nervously clasps her hands behind her back to allow them a fuller view of her breasts and shaven nakedness.

"I shaved myself a couple of weeks ago because I read in a magazine that it helped make me cleaner and more naked. And beside it keeps people from getting hair in their mouth if they kiss me there." She says so softly that she can hardly be heard.

Both men chuckle and Tom exclaims, "Alicia, you are magnificent!"

"She sure is!" George agrees, "She must love you very much! You're a lucky guy!"

"I sure am!" Tom concurs, "I'm so proud of her I could burst."

At this they can't think of anything else to say and just stand there admiring her lovely nude body. Alicia again becomes impatient and apprehensive in spite of the compliments and turns toward the taller George.

Folding her arms behind her back, she stands on her toes, stretches her face towards his, pressing her breasts against his shirt and asks, "May I kiss you?"

Nervously, he brings his closed lips down to hers for a chaste peck, but she presses hard and opens her mouth to invite his tongue to explore. As he invades her receptive mouth, she presses her body against him until she feels his erection pressing her belly.

As they break for breath, Tom says, "Maybe the next thing is to take a closer look. Alicia, do you want to open your legs a bit?"

Taking the request as the command she knows it is, she spreads her legs wide as George softly strokes the side of her throat and Tom grasps a buttock and gently kneads. George brings both hands to her breasts and caresses them in small circles all around her nipples. The girl is surprised as they become hard without even being touched and even more surprised and dismayed when she feels moisture begin to seep from inside her lower lips and discovers she is aroused.

"No!" she thinks frantically, "I love Tom! I can't be excited with him!"

George releases her breasts and returns to fondling her throat. Realizing that he finds it more alluring than her breasts, she tells him, "Tom says when I'm truly his Slave, he will let me wear a collar. I'll be even prettier then, don't you think?"

Startled at this question, George realizes that this lovely nude schoolgirl standing before him really loves his friend so much that she actually wants to become a total sex slave for him.

"I-I don't know! It's hard to imagine you being more beautiful than you are right now!" He stammers.

This new revelation makes him realize that she really does want him to treat her as a Slave. Accordingly, he grasps a breast with one hand and drops the other to her shaven mound marveling at how smooth it is. He's never stroked a woman without pubic hair and finds the experience unique and extra exciting.

"Oh!" He exclaims as he drops his hand further and feels the lubrication dripping from her open vagina.

Tom is kneeling behind her, caressing her buttocks and slowing drawing a finger up and down her cleft as he replies, "She's absolutely wonderful, isn't she? I didn't think any girl was that responsive until I met her."

Alicia shudders at this blatant reference to her obvious sexual arousal. Humiliated and embarrassed she starts to close her legs, but is prevented by Tom's standing up and bending her over at the waist.

"I know you're a tit fan, George but Alicia's bottom is really exceptional. Come around here and you can see what I mean." he tells the taller man.

Tom moves to her side and places his knee under her stomach while pressing down on her back with an elbow. With her torso vertical to the floor, her balance is so precarious that she doesn't dare move her feet together for fear of losing her balance. Knowing that she is completely open to their view is so humiliating that she begins to sob aloud.

"It's all right, Honey." Tom consoles her as he continues to force her exposure, "We're not going to hurt you. See what I mean George? Her bottom is absolutely perfect. The buttocks are completely unblemished without a mole or pimple on either one. If you kneel down, you can see that both her inner and outer labia are beautifully symmetrical and the outer ones puff out delightfully when she bends over, even with her legs closed.

With her head hanging down and tears splashing onto the floor, the poor displayed girl opens her eyes to see George kneeling behind her between the wide vee of her outstretched legs. She gasps as his hand reaches towards her widened vagina and strokes the ultra sensitive inner flesh of the vaginal wall, causing a small waterfall of liquid to gush over his hand and onto the floor.

"Oh God!", she moans to herself as she closes her eyes and a wave of simultaneous humiliation and pleasure rushes through her, "What is wrong with me? I must be the biggest whore who ever lived! What will Tom think? I nearly came!"

"Wow!" George says as he sniffs his drenched hand and wipes it on his pants, "She's really turned on! Should we do something?"

"If you want to.", Tom replies as he uses both hands to spread her buttocks apart to expose her anus to George's view, "See here, her anus is also perfect. Completely circular and a beautiful shade of brown. No hair, and the sphincter wrinkles are so tiny you can't even feel them. Go ahead and see for yourself."

Even through her sobs this graphic description of her most private part sinks through to the now hysterical girl and she screams loudly "NO-O-O!", as she anticipates its violation. As the expected pressure of a finger touching her rectum reaches her consciousness, a completely unexpected pressure slides up her labia and both fingers start small circular motions at the same time on her anus and clitoris.

"Oh God! NO!" she screams again as the fingers continue their massage and a river of orgasm courses through her body. It continues for what seems like forever until her screams and body give out and she collapses across her lover's knee.

"Oh my God! What happened! I never dreamed anything could feel so incredible! It was George! He rubbed me in front and back too! Oh! Tom knows I climaxed for him! Oh Lord they all know! Probably half the town knows from the way I screamed. They will all think I'm the biggest slut in the world. Rubbing me there! They'll know that was what did it. I wish I could die! I wish I'd never been born!" she thinks as Tom gently lowers her to her hands and knees and then props her back into a kneeling position telling her she is wonderful and how proud he is of her.

"How can he say that? I let George bring me to a climax! He can't still believe I love him! But he was holding me. If he hadn't forced me open and held me I could never have stood it! Why did he do it? Is that what he wants, other men to make me c-come? But I love him! I want him to do it and have the pleasure! Not someone else!" she cries silently.

As if reading her mind, he leans close and whispers, "Darling Alicia, you were great! I'm so glad! Look at my pants, you were so beautiful, I creamed myself! I'm going to have to go dry off before George and Virginia notice." he finishes as he stands up and asks to be excused and quickly walks to the bathroom keeping the darkening front of his jeans away from their friends.

Too ashamed to look at George, the ravished beauty looks at her friend Virginia sitting in the corner chair with a glazed look.

"She looks shocked! What does she think of me now? Oh! My God! That's not shock! She's had a climax too! Both her and Tom! From just watching me? That's impossible! But it's true! I've seen Virginia use buttons under her clothes to masturbate. That's the same expression she has when she's had an orgasm. I wonder if George came also?" She thinks as she looks at him standing by the fireplace.

"There's no stain and that bulge in his pants has to be his erection! He's turned on but didn't ejaculate! He caused all of this!" she thinks as Tom returns from the bathroom and gazes lovingly down at her, "Maybe Tom is glad I climaxed. He's the one who held me."

"Do you want to freshen up before we continue?" her lover gently asks her.

"Ye-N-no not right now. I'm so weak I don't think I could even walk that far." She replies, "Just let me sit here for a moment."

George walks over to where Virginia is still sitting in shock and starts softly talking to her, as Tom sits beside Alicia and whispers, "See, that's what I was talking bout earlier. Sex is just the icing; it was your giving yourself that is the cake for you and my holding you was my giving of myself to you! That's why we're so inseparable. For you to give of yourself for me is what's important. It doesn't matter if you give yourself directly to me or to someone else. It's the giving for me that's crucial, even if I'm not there! Especially if it's hard! For me it's the same, if I can give you pleasure by giving you to someone else that works too."

As she thinks this over, she comes to accept the rationale, "He's right! It wasn't just the sex! It was enduring the humiliation for him that was what really set me off! Is that what slavery is about? Enduring pain and humiliation to please someone else? It's funny but while I was climaxing, I did feel free, even though I was being held and forced to feel those incredible sensations. Oh Tom, I love you so! I'll be the best Slave anyone's ever seen."

Finally a little calmer, the nude girl takes a deep breath, rises and walks to where George is kneeling beside Virginia and says, "George do you want to continue?".

Startled, he stands and goes over to Tom and asks him if he wants him to go on. Tom shrugs and unexpectedly looks at Alicia questioning her silently.

Realizing he is asking her, Alicia drops to her knees in front of George and begs, "Please Tom, I have to learn if I can do this!"

"Ok," He shrugs, "If you want to".

With this assent, she reaches to George's belt and unbuckles it. Spying the zipper flap, she pulls it down and inserts her hand through the opening to feel his throbbing erection. His shorts frustrate her for a bit until she pulls them down below the base and is able to draw the huge shaft into view. Thinking that this isn't going to be as bad as the earlier masturbation of her anus and clitoris, she reaches forward to engulf the pink head.

Suddenly George grabs her head by the temples and pushes her back saying, "I'm sorry Alicia! I'm just not that much of an exhibitionist. I like you very much, but I'm in love with Virginia and besides, I just can't, with them watching."

Shocked and even disappointed, tears come to her eyes as she looks first at George and then Tom and says, "B-but what can we do? I have to prove that I'm willing to do this for Tom! I have to prove it to you and Virginia and to Tom, but most of all to myself!" She finishes with a sob.

George pats her head and says, "There now Alicia, you've more than proved yourself to all of us. It's over now! Let's get you dressed and talk things over."

"No! You don't understand!" She sobs, still holding his penis in her hand, "I have to learn if I can endure being a slave! I have to!"

"Alicia, I'm sorry, I just can't do this. Maybe you could do it to Tom instead?" He muses.

"No!" She cries, "I know I love him! I've even done it twice for him. It's not the same!"

"I think I have an idea." Tom suddenly speaks, "Alicia, George's already told you that he's uncomfortable about do this. Yet, you're still being rude and insisting. In a slave that would warrant punishment. Stand up!"

Shocked by this loud command, Alicia quickly stands up, unconsciously using her grip on George's penis to help pull her up and causing a gasp of pain from him.

"Ouch!" Tom says to him, "That must have smarted! Are you all right?" As Alicia lets him go and tries to apologize.

"Shut Up! Alicia!" Tom yells, "That was unforgivable! Do you realize how badly you could have hurt him? That deserves another punishment! Since George is the one you hurt, he needs to punish you for jerking on him like that."

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean..." Alicia starts, covering her face with her hands and crying.

"Be quiet! Don't say anything. If you can't do that, just go get your clothes on and I'll take you home." Tom tells her sternly.

"Virginia, could you get George's bag of clothes pins from his pantry and bring them in here?" As he goes to the bathroom, finds the little box of George's mother's insulin needles and slides them into his pocket.

Coming back into the room with Virginia, George and the crying nude girl are still standing beside each other. George is desperately trying to comfort her with his pants still open and his now flaccid penis hanging in front of him. Tom allows a quick smile to cross his face at the sight, and then recovers to walk up to his beautifully sobbing young girlfriend. Shaking his head at George to quit his efforts at consoling her, he lifts her chin up so that she looks directly at him.

"Alicia, Alicia! You keep saying you love me and want to belong to me. Then you went and did this! Don't you know that being a slave isn't just cooking, pouring wine, showering together and having sex with me or George or anyone else? It's being held responsible for all your actions, every thing you do, say or even think! It also means you have to submit to discipline when you do something wrong! It may even mean being punished unjustly or even just to please me!" He lectures.

"Y-yes Tom. I-I understand, b-but..."

"No buts! I told you twice to be quiet! Until I tell you otherwise, you will be absolutely quiet except to answer yes or no. Will you at least do that?" He demands.

"Yes." She replies softly.

"Good! Now are you willing to accept punishment from George and myself? I will tell you that it will hurt. In fact it will be quite painful, but not cause you any real harm or lasting damage. Do you agree?" He quietly demands.

"Oh Tom! I love..." She begins when he slaps her lightly across the cheek.

"Yes or No? Alicia you are so beautiful and wonderful in so many ways, but one fault you do have is sometimes talking too much." He tells her.

Through her renewed sobs and shock at the slap a muffled "Yes." is heard.

Although the slap didn't even sting and was more like a love pat, the shock of Tom striking her was so strong that she nearly fainted. Now truly frightened, Alicia wonders if she should scream and try to run for the door. She opens her tear filled eyes to look for an escape but he is still grasping her chin and all she sees is his worried and concerned expression. Suddenly she realizes that all this is a test and a substitute way for her to prove her submissiveness to him and herself. He is asking her to submit to being punished instead of sucking George as they had planned, and is afraid she will refuse and that he will lose her.

Accepting this revelation as an almost divine unveiling of his love for her, she resignedly straightens and stands stiffly presenting herself to him for whatever he wants her to endure. A visible look of relief, gratitude and pride crosses his face as he gruffly says, "Good! Now I want you to tell me what you did to George that deserves your being punished."

"I p-pulled hi-his p-penis to help stand up." She stutters.

"Why does this deserve punishment?" her boyfriend continues.

"Be-because I hurt him and could have injured him." She replies.

"Will you do something like that again?"

"No, never!" She cries, "I promise!"

"Since you hurt him by squeezing and pulling him, he is going to punish you by squeezing and pulling. Since you obviously don't have the same appendage, he will snap clothespins on your nipples. He will leave them there for five minutes and it will hurt badly. Do you understand?" He tells her.

"Y-yess." She quavers.

"Do you agree and willingly accept this punishment?" He asks.

"Y-yes, I do." Is the reply this time.

Smiling, Tom looks her in the eye, "Good! Although that response is more appropriate for another and different ritual. So that you will remember the reason for this punishment, I want you to grasp and hold him while he does it. Concentrate on how you could have injured it while he disciplines you. Make sure you hold it gently and apologetically. Make sure you don't squeeze and hurt him again."

Trembling, the lovely nude girl tentatively reaches down and once more grasps George's now semi erect organ. Its smooth softness seems vulnerable and helpless in striking contrast to its earlier threatening hardness. She tenses her body to steel herself and looks across the room as George grasps her breast, pulling the nipple out and letting the stiff jaws of the large plastic clothespin close tightly around it.

She gasps at the sharp knife of pain and nearly squeezes the fleshy phallus she is holding in her hand, before remembering herself. As her tormenter grabs her other breast to repeat the procedure there, she squeezes her eyes shut against the pain and concentrates on keeping her hand from contracting around his now rapidly swelling erection. Another gasp escapes her lips as the second clothespin bites hard on her other nipple. Mentally thankful that she managed to keep from squeezing, she tries to relax from the initial stabs of pain.

Shortly, however, the continuing pressure of the jaws biting into her tender nipples shoots gradually increasing waves of pain into her lovely displayed breasts. As tears well, she feels the penis in her hand move slightly and remembers that it is because she squeezed and pulled on it that she is being punished. Her nipples begin to throb and she thinks to herself, "Did I hurt it this badly? Oh God! I didn't realize! It feels so soft and unprotected now! But it's getting bigger! He's aroused! Maybe if I caress him he will forgive me and take the pins off."

The throbbing in her breasts has her openly crying when Tom's voice interrupts her thoughts, "Alicia, since George has been so considerate in taking the time and effort to correct you, I think you should thank him!"

Quickly she blurts, "Thank you George!" Hoping that this will entice him to remove the now torturing instruments from her suffering nipples.

"That's good, but not quite enough. Thank him properly. Kiss him to show how grateful you are that he consented to punish you." Her lover commands.

"I-I can't! Ow! It hurts so much! Please take them off!" She cries.

Gently Tom tells her, "Yes you can Darling. You can learn to ignore little distractions! Now go ahead and thank him."

"Little distractions! They're killing me!" She screams to herself then remembering his earlier instructions after she spilled the wine, she stretches up and offers her lips to her tormenter.

The effort shoots new excruciating bullets of torture into her whole being as she again offers her open mouth to George's softly probing tongue. His gentleness surprises her even through the haze of pain. She realizes that he doesn't really like hurting her, but is only doing it as a favor to Tom and to her in order to help her come to grips with her own feelings. This understanding seems to dissipate the pain and she thankfully starts to entwine her tongue with his and participate in the kiss at the same time continuing to massage his erection. Even while the pulsating flames in her nipples continue, the kiss becomes a passionate symbol of her gratitude as George probes deeply inside her mouth.

As he pulls away, a new wave of pain hits and she involuntarily squeezes her hand to find that his penis is throbbing and fully erect. For a few seconds it seems as if it is throbbing in sympathy with the rhythmic surges of torture in her nipples. Suddenly she is astounded to realize that her own genitals are again seeping moisture and dripping and a surge of arousal mingles with the pain.

Gazing up at her tormenter, she softly and sincerely says, "Thank You, George!" just as Tom walks besides them and says, "You did well, Honey. The five minutes are up. It's over, when the blood starts to circulate again it will hurt even more, so brace yourself.", as he gently removes the two gruesome instruments of torture from her swollen throbbing nipples.

"O-Ow!" She screams and involuntarily grabs both tormented breasts and squeezes them in a mostly futile effort to help stop the excruciating pain.

Tom hugs and holds her as she sobs onto his shoulder and tells her it's all right and that it's all over. She can get dressed and he'll take her home. Relieved, she nods and then remembers he said she was to be punished twice. Once by George and then by him.

"But what about my second punishment? Aren't you going to do it?" She asks.

"I don't think so tonight! I think you've had enough and I don't want to you to endure more than you can stand. I was a little too carried way right then." He says.

"But you're the one who said I had to learn to be held responsible for what I do?" She accuses.

"Honey, you've proved enough? You've been so wonderful and already suffered so much. We'll talk about it tomorrow and decide where we want to go from here." He remonstrates.

"Well, if you say so, it's just that that..." She halts.

"Just that what?"

"Well, I love you so much and I've learned so little! I'm confused and worried. I know you want me as a Slave, but then you tell me you don't think I can! We didn't come over here until after noon and just really started playing at supper. It's only nine now. That's just three hours. I want to be yours forever. If I can't stand or you don't think I can stand more than three hours, how can I-we ever know?" She asks tearfully.

"I don't know, dear. I believe that for you to reach that decision that things have to become progressively harder and harder. I can't think of anything more to do that you're ready for right now." He gently tells her.

"B-but what if I lose my nerve? If I go home now, all I'll do is think about how awful it was and what George and Virginia here will think of me. I'll be ashamed and embarrassed every time I see them or you, unless I know for certain I can be a true slave. You had something in mind for punishing me yourself, what was it?" She asks tremblingly.

"Well, I was... No! I don't think..." He starts.

"Well, you can at least tell me! Even if you won't do it at least tell me what it is." She begs.

"Well, uh, I was going to pierce your breasts with some of George's mom's needles." He apologizes, "Now are you satisfied? Go get your clothes on."

"P-Pierce my breasts?" She stammers, "With a needle?"

"Y-Yes! With a damned needle! I saw some pictures on the internet, and I was angry at you when you jerked George's prick, even though it was kind of funny, and I was frustrated at him for not letting you suck him." He yells, "It was a stupid idea and dangerous to boot!".

"Pierce my breasts? To put rings in them? To disfigure me?"

"No, never disfigure you. Darling, you're so beautiful; I'd never even fantasize about disfiguring you. No, in some bondage books and internet sites they use needles to punish girls. That's also where I got the idea about the clothespins. The needles are small and they heal quickly." he confesses, "The idea kind of turned me on and I just lost my head. I'm sorry!" He finishes with a sob and starts crying.

"Oh Honey, don't be sorry!" Alicia cries, throwing her naked body against him and her arms around his neck, "Why not?".

"W-why not what?" He stammers.

"Why won't you do it?" She cries, "If you wanted to, then go ahead. If girls can do it for money on the internet, then surely I can do it because I love you so much!"

"No! It's too much!" He objects.

"No! Please! If George's mom can poke those in herself every day, surely I can stand it. Please let me prove that I'm worthy enough to belong to you. Teach me about what you really expect of me as your slave." She begs.

"You're sure!" He asks incredulously.

"Y-yes, well not s-sure. I don't know if I can stand it. But I'm sure I want to try. Have George hold me if I panic or flinch. Treat me like I'm already your slave, please." She responds tearfully.

Still uncertain, Tom looks at George who is sitting on the couch next to Virginia. His pants are still open and the buxom redhead is using both hands to fondle his erection as they sit quietly watching and listening. Embarrassed, Virginia pulls her hands back to her own lap and George covers himself and starts to shove the swollen organ back in his trousers.

"What do you think, George? Do you want to help?" Tom asks him.

"Whatever you say." He replies as he fumbles trying to get his rock hard penis under his shorts.

"OK. Don't put that away. I think if Alicia really wants to do this, we'd better try to do as good a job as we can. I think if you sit in the corner chair is the best way to do this. Pull your pants down and quit trying to hide that prick of yours. We've all seen it and as hard as it is I don't think it'll fit back inside." Tom instructs him.

Turning to the shaking nude girl in front of him, he says, "Now Alicia, since you're sure you want to act the part of my slave, we'll play it as a realistic role. You're sure you want to?"

Although still fearful, she looks lovingly up at him with a smile and says, "Yes Master!" in a clear voice.

"That's my girl!" He smiles back and then, "Oh I almost forgot! Virginia, could you bring me a wet washcloth and the bottle of rubbing alcohol from the bath please."

As the redhead goes to do his bidding, he turns to Alicia and says, "Now Slave. You've agreed to be punished. Is that right?"

"Yes Master!" She answers clearly.

"How are you going to be punished?"

"B-by being pierced with needles through my b-breasts!" is the much more uncertain reply.

"Why are you being punished?" Is the next question.

Caught off guard Alicia stutters, "Uh-uh, for spilling the wine, f-for being rude and insisting with George, for resisting you when you put your finger in my b-bottom in the shower, for fighting you both when George touched me, for c-cuming when he rubbed me and for-for not pleasing you enough, Master!"

"That's right except for one thing. You are not being punished for cuming for George. Being inexperienced, you have not yet been taught not to cum unless given permission, so that was not a punishable offense. Although it might become one later if you prove yourself worthy enough to become a true Slave. Do you understand?" He tells her.

"Yes Master."

"Now what is the most important reason you are being punished?" He quizzes.

"For being rude and insisting with George, Master." She answers promptly.

"No that's not right either. Although you did include it in your list of transgressions which is very good for an inexperienced Slave. Punishment is always inflicted primarily for being insufficiently pleasing. However, the secondary purpose is to teach the slave its proper role and help it to improve itself." is his correction this time.

"Yes Master, this slave is sorry she is not pleasing." she answers with a slight smile.

"Be careful, flippancy is not becoming in a Slave." He warns.

Lowering her eyes, she replies, "Yes Master."

"Now slave, because you are required to be always open and sexually available, you will go to George and sit on his lap. Let his hard-on slide into the crack of your ass so it will remind you during your punishment that you are a slave and always available for sex by anyone your Master chooses." He orders.

Blushing at Tom's coarse language, the nude girl turns and sees George sitting with his pants below his knees and his erect penis and dark scrotum fully in view. She turns around and gingerly sits on his lap, wiggling to let the thick rod enter the topmost part of her back cleft and looks questioningly at her boyfriend.

"No, not like that. You are to make yourself available at all times as much as possible. Open your legs wide and slide back onto his cock all the way."

Obediently, she parts her legs a little and tries to scoot back, when George grabs her breasts from behind and pulls her up and close to him. Dropping her breasts, he then parts her buttocks so she slides down onto his stiff shaft which parts her cheeks all the way open and her anus slips down to rest directly on the base of the shaft with his scrotum pushing up and parting her labia to rest between the fleshy flaps.

With George's knees now parting her thighs, the appealing, young, naked girl blushes deeply and tears once more start to blur her vision as she is displayed with her vagina open and the heavy sack of George's testicles pushing into it. His penis is pressing directly on her rectum and the soft roundness of the insides of her buttocks cleft all the way to the base of her spine.

"My God," she thinks to herself, "He said doing this is a reminder! The way he's pressing against me, how could I think of anything else? I think my vagina is more open than when he fingered me. His testicles are huge! I can feel the hair on his scrotum rubbing against me!"

Her thoughts are interrupted when Tom says, "That's great! God you are beautiful. Now clasp your hands behind your neck and present your breasts for punishment!"

Startled and completely forgetting her pose with George's penis parting her buttocks and his scrotum spreading her labia and half buried in her open vagina, she hesitates and then nervously lifts her lovely cuffed wrists, clasping her fingers behind her head. Watching apprehensively as her lover approaches and places a cold soapy washcloth on her breast.

Flinching, she exclaims, "Oh that's cold!"

"Virginia. What's the matter with you?" Tom asks, "Didn't you use hot water?".

"Well, I thought this was supposed to be punishment." The buxom redhead replies mischievously.

"Good Lord! This feels like you got it out of the fridge!" he retorts.

"Well, actually..." She trails off.

"My God! That's not punishment! That's sadism! You are a real bitch!" He laughs, and leans close to whisper to his nude trembling victim, "I'm sorry Love! That wasn't part of the plan. Relax, this will be over soon."

Alicia looks intently at her tormenter as he washes and massages her still sore breasts. It feels good and she starts to relax as her nipples start to harden and her legs slacken to let George's testicles nestle even farther into her vagina.

All too quickly he's rubbing the alcohol onto and around her nipples and breasts.

Once more she tenses and stares as Tom unwraps a needle from the plastic sack.

"Oh no!" She thinks, "He can't be ready yet. Why can't he just keep rubbing my breasts? That felt so good! Why did I ever agree to this?"

In spite of herself, Alicia can't help but shrink back and shy away from him as he pops the plastic covering off the needle exposing the sharp pointed steel tip which is to puncture her tender and still sore breasts.

"Ok, that about does it. I guess we're ready now. Give me one of those pretty little tits Alicia." He orders.

"N-N-No! Please!" the now terrified girl starts to whimper.

Then feeling George grasp her from behind and push her forward, she realizes there is no escape. Tensing her arms, she pushes against the back of her neck and thrusts her breast forward as Tom grasps and pinches a fold just above her right nipple. Squeezing her eyes shut bracing for the pain; she feels the tip of the needle touch the skin.

Panic stricken, Alicia screams "O-O-OW!!!" As he slowly shoves the needle into and through the tender defenseless flesh of her proffered breast.

She struggles as George holds her in place against his penis and scrotum which are still pressed against her anus and the back of her vagina.

Desperately, she fights to keep her fingers locked behind her neck and not grab the tortured flesh while shaking it from side to side in a futile attempt to escape or lessen the horror of the torture. Gradually, she conquers the urge to stand and flee and again rests on George's naked lap.

Grabbing a second needle and quickly unwrapping it, Tom sees his beautiful lover struggling to overcome her terror and the exquisite pain and steps beside her, reaching around her head as she involuntarily unclasps and drops her hands.

Knowing that the more quickly he finishes, the less traumatic it will be for his beautiful victim, Tom hurriedly grasps her other breast and briskly jabs the needle under the skin and back through so the point is exposed to match the one on her other tortured breast.

With the cruel needles now puncturing both tortured targets, the tormented and terrified young girl still manages to raise her hands back into position behind her neck even as she battles her fear and pain.

"Oh my God! He did it! I'm pierced in both places!" she cries to herself, "I must be really his! And I stood it! He'll surely see that I'm good enough to be his slave now! George didn't even have to hold me except that once! And it's not really that painful. No worse than a shot and not as bad as the clothes pins!"

While Tom, George and Virginia watch in astonishment, Alicia tenses and fights her instincts to lower her hands and struggles to keep her legs open and breasts thrust forward.

Slowly calming down, she finally gathers the courage to look down at her tortured breasts and the sharp steel implements penetrating the highly sensitive and tender flesh.

"Oh my God!" She thinks as she observes the needles buried into her skin, "That looks horrible! It's funny; it's really not that bad! The pain is almost gone and it didn't really hurt that much when he did it! It was that I was so scared! He must have known that! I wonder if George did too. He's still testing me! But I did it! Now he can make me his slave and give me a collar and everything! How can I ever thank him? And George too, if he hadn't helped and held me that one time, I would have run away!"

As these thoughts race through her feverish mind, she becomes aware that her genitals have become moist again and she is dripping onto George's scrotum.

With overwhelming emotion, she looks at Tom and says, "I love you Master! Thank you for teaching me that I could do this! I can be your slave now!" She states with conviction.

George can also feel her fluids drenching him and exclaims, "God! That was incredible! Alicia, if you don't get up, I'm going to shoot my wad!"

As she obediently stands at his request, she proudly spreads her legs wide so that Tom and Virginia can also see her moisture and know that she loves her new Master.

As George stands and once again starts to fasten his pants, the lovely new Slave turns and kneels in front of him. Gazing up at him with the needles still penetrating her breasts she says, "George I want to thank you too, for helping.

If you hadn't held me that once, I'm afraid I couldn't have gone through with it. You know Tom originally wanted me to suck you tonight and we were interrupted. Would you let me please my Master by allowing me to do it now?"

George gasps, "Oh God Alicia! You are incredible! I'm so damned horny now, I can't stand it! Virginia, what do you think?"

"You'll probably blow your load anyway if you zip your pants around that thing. So I guess she can blow it for you, but just don't make too common a practice of it. That cock of yours belongs to me." The redhead replies from the couch where she has been watching all evening.

At this affirmation, the beautiful newly initiated Slave grasps the jutting erection in front of her and takes it into her lovely lips. Just as it penetrates and the underside slides over her tongue a hot spray of sperm splashes the top of her mouth and the back of her throat. As her mouth quickly fills, she pulls away and lets the remaining spurts splash onto her face and pierced breasts to proudly show her Master as well as George and her friend Virginia that she is truly Tom's Slave and an open receptacle for whatever use he wishes to put her to.

"Thank you George, for allowing me to please my Master" She whispers softly.

"Oh Alicia! You are wonderful!" Tom' exclaims as he watches her kneeling before their friends with George's semen splattered over her face and running across the needles still puncturing her freely offered breasts.

Kneeling beside her, he turns her mouth to his for a long passionate kiss, tasting George's saltiness which lingers in her mouth even after she has swallowed it.

"Am I your Slave now?" She smiles at him and asks as the kiss finally ends.

"W-well." He stammers, "Not just yet. You know I've told you that being a slave involves ever more difficult tasks and duties. I've got to make sure you know what you're doing before I can ask you something as hard as that."

Alicia's smile fades and fresh tears start to flow over her already tear and sperm smeared cheeks, "I don't understand. I-I thought..."

"It's all right, Darling. It's not your fault. On the contrary, you are absolutely divine. It's just that you don't know all that you asking." He gently tells her and reaches to stroke her throat consolingly.

"No! Don't touch me!" She begs, "Just tell me what I can do to fully belong to you. I love you so much!"

"Ok, Honey. Why don't you go get cleaned up and dressed and we'll talk about it." He says.

"C-can't you tell me like this? I don't want to leave. If I go in the bathroom and get dressed, I'll never be able to do anything like this again. Please?" The weeping, kneeling, nude beauty replies.

"Ok, do you want to sit down?" He asks.

"N-no, I'm all right." As she straightens and spreads her knees exposing herself as he taught her at supper.

Folding her hands behind her back she kneels, gazing at her two friends who are sitting back on the couch. She notices that George has fastened his pants and is fully dressed as Tom drags the other chair to sit beside them. Under their scrutiny, she consciously spreads her kneels a little wider until she feels her labia part and air caress the sensitive pink flesh of her inner vagina. Silently she wonders how any of them can think she isn't ready or worthy to be Tom's slave. Feeling their eyes examining her open nudity, she blushes and knows they can see the moisture still collecting on the inside of her vagina.

Finally, Tom speaks, "Darling, being a Slave means you are completely owned. You'll have to have sex with anyone I choose and in any way. That doesn't just mean George or anyone you know. It will be with strangers you've never met. It also means with women. Maybe Virginia here, if she would be willing, or other women you don't know. It also means any kind of sex. Regular intercourse, oral sex and anally. You will also be required to have sex with several people at once. You will be used with others watching or even publicly. It also means you may be beaten or punished at any time for any reason. It also means that I may even give you away or sell you if I become tired or displeased with you. You will have to consent to things much harder than anything you've endured tonight. In return, I will take care of you and protect you from anything truly dangerous and cherish you with all my heart. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes err No! I know I love you and I want to make you happy. I know I can learn to do all those things if you want me to. It's just that I don't understand how something can be that much harder than what you've said." She sobs.

"Oh, well I'll give an example. You say and you've demonstrated to us tonight that you can do or endure some of the physical tasks. It's the emotional and mental requirements that are much harder. It's not only your physical self that has to be displayed and used. Your emotions and feelings and even thoughts must be surrendered. For example, tell us why you came in here naked this evening without my asking you to." He directs.

"Uh-uh," She stammers, thinking to herself that maybe he's right and that describing how she feels and what she felt is harder than actually enduring it! "I don't know. I was afraid and embarrassed to have them see me. But as I listened, I became even more afraid that you'd decide to not let me do it. I wanted to make you proud of me and to make you happy and I was afraid that I'd lose my nerve if I waited too long. Also, I think I wanted to show off a little bit and to shock George and Virginia. Part of it was that I wanted them to see how much I love you and also to show them that I was telling the truth when I promised I'd do anything for you."

With a pleased look, Tom goes on, "That was pretty good. Now tell us what you felt and were thinking when George and I examined you and he masturbated you to climax."

"A-at first, I was embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief. You're the only one who had seen me naked. It got worse when he looked at m-my vagina and saw I was shaved. It made me feel even more naked and helpless and I could tell he was turned on by it. That scared me even more. It got worse when he started to touch me because I could tell he was both excited and nervous too. You grabbed my bottom and that felt good and helped distract me while he touched my breasts and stroked my neck. I got a little used to it and it started to feel good when he stopped and touched m-my groin. I could tell by the way he rubbed where I'm shaved that it excited him and felt a twinge of satisfaction that I had that effect on him. Then he felt my vagina and discovered I was wet and I nearly fainted from the humiliation. I was ashamed that he had turned me on and afraid that you would be mad that he could do that to me.

The worst part was when you held me across your knee and opened me to show him my bottom. You started saying all those things and it was so dirty, I wished I could die. Then I saw him start to touch me and the sensations were incredible. I'd never dreamed of anything as horrible as being touched on my bottom but when he stroked and rubbed my front, I couldn't help myself. The fear, humiliation, embarrassment and sexual feelings all seemed to come together at once. Then I was even more embarrassed and ashamed because it was him and not you who had caused it and because it was even more intense than any time we've been together." She finishes apologetically.

"You're doing a lot better than I expected, Darling," Tom tells her, "Now what about when you fellated him?"

"Oh that wasn't quite so bad. I was excited and proud that you had pierced me and that I had undergone it. And the relief after I got through being so scared, that the needles didn't really hurt as bad as the clothes pins, made me want to thank you and him both. I was happy it was over and even a little proud that I had stood it. Then I remembered that George held me still and kept me from running away that once and was grateful and wanted to tell him so. Also, I was thinking that he had made me orgasm and you and Virginia both had too. George was the only one of us who hadn't, and h-his penis looked so swollen and red that I kind of felt sorry for him. So I did it. He ejaculated so quickly when I put my mouth around him that I didn't really have time to realize what I was doing. I was also surprised at how salty it was. And it tasted a little like garlic. I wonder if he had spaghetti or pizza for supper. He was bigger than you are and I had to take him out to keep from choking when it got full. When he kept squirting I was glad because it showed you and Virginia that I had really pleased him, but it felt a lot hotter when it sprayed my cheek and breast than it did in my mouth." she relates.

Continuing his questioning, Tom says, "We noticed that you were turned on too. Did sucking him do that?"

Blushing again, she stammers, "I-I don't know. I was aroused from all that time sitting on his penis. His scrotum was half inside me and its hairs were kind of tickling and exiting me. Part of it might have been seeing, touching and sucking him, but what I was really thinking about was how glad I was, having gone through the needles and then getting to make you happy by sucking him."

"Alicia, you are truly wonderful." He declares, "I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world."

At this praise, the kneeling, exposed nude girl exudes a gush of moisture which drips onto the carpet between her open labia. She trembles and blushes and with a visible strain manages to keep her knees spread for the people in front of her who she can tell have seen and noticed this evidence of her arousal.

"Honey, I have just two more questions." Her lover states, "You're obviously turned on right now. Why?"

This question seems more humiliating and degrading than anything the poor girl has ever endured. The question reveals that both her friends and this man she loves so much are all aware of the fluid glistening and dripping from the pink insides of her unprotected and lewdly exhibited labia and vagina. She realizes for the first time what Tom meant about surrendering her feelings and emotions being harder than yielding her body even to sex or torture.

Squirming with embarrassment and shame, she starts to cry, "I-I don't know. Maybe it's from all the sexual things I've done tonight. Maybe it's from being naked so long. Part of it is having you all look at me like this. But mostly it's because I love you, Tom. You don't know how excited you make me. I love you so much. You've teased me several times when we've been on dates because I have to excuse myself. But most of those times haven't been because I had to go. Just being with you and talking over dinner or sitting in the movie with you close, I get so wet I have to go dry my panties or leave wet spots on the chairs. You're being so kind and saying such nice things like how pretty you think I am like this is even more exciting."

A stunned look comes across Tom and George's face at this, while Virginia grins and gives her an enigmatic wink. Confused by their reactions, Alicia suddenly feels stiff from her prolonged kneeling and raises her arms from behind her back to stretch them. Hoping she hasn't upset Tom, instead of dropping her arms back to her sides she clasps her fingers once more behind her head and thrust her breasts forward, still pierced by the needles and covered with her own drying tears and George's slowly crusting sperm.

Soberly, Tom says, "Darling, I have one more question which is the hardest I've ever asked you. Will you answer it affirmatively without knowing what it is? All I can tell you that it will be much harder than anything you've experienced tonight, but I would like you to agree." He pleads.

A shiver of dread courses through the nude girl as she thinks, "He's asking me to do something without knowing what it is! How awful it must be! How can he do this to me? I thought he cared about and for me too much to do something like this. I can't. How can I? But how can I refuse? I love him so. And I did promise to do anything he asked."

Trembling with apprehension, she lowers her face and softly answers, "Darling, I've already promised to do anything for you, y-yes, I will do whatever you want."

As she keeps her head lowered with more tears dropping onto her chest, Tom kneels down beside her, "Oh thank you, Darling! I told you this afternoon that slaves are often marked for identification and to symbolize their status. The question I have is will you accept and agree to wear a symbol of mine forever?"

Thinking, "Oh God! He's going to brand me or tattoo me! Why does he keep torturing me? Why won't he just accept me as his Slave and stop making me make all these decisions?" She finally says, "Yes, Love, I will."

As he laughs out load, he says, "That's close Darling! Later I'll have someone else ask you to respond with 'I do', but for now 'I will' makes me happiest person in the world if you will give me your left hand."

Looking up, the lovely nude girl sees him grinning and holding a small blue box with two golden rings inside. One has a large solitaire diamond while the other is plainer. It takes a few seconds before the confused girl recognizes them as an engagement and wedding ring set.

"My God! He's asking me to marry him!" She thinks, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Doing so, she jabs one of the needles farther into her breast, drawing blood. She's so happy and excited she doesn't even feel it.

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" She cries as she leans back to look at the sparking emblem representing her impending Slavery, "Oh it's huge! And beautiful!"

Tom grasps her cuffed left wrist and lovingly slips the engagement ring onto her ring finger as she pants with amazement. Giving her fiancé a deep kiss, she stands up and steps to the couch to show George and Virginia. Squatting down to let them get a closer look, she feels a stream of fluid squirt out from between her spread labia and sees it splatter on Virginia's open toed sandal.

Reflexively, she starts to blush with embarrassment before thinking, "Why am I embarrassed? They know I love him! They've both seen me leaking all night. I've even got George's sperm all over me. I glad they know I love him and proud to show them the proof of it! Now with this ring, the whole world will know I belong to him."

"Oh Alicia! It's beautiful!" Virginia tells her, "It has to be over a carat! That bitch Anita L______ will be mortified; it's twice as big as hers. I'm so happy for you! What will your mother say? Are you going to elope or have a church wedding?"

"I don't care what she says. It doesn't matter! Tom wants me to marry him! Oh Virginia, I'm so happy!" The excited maiden exclaims, "Now I can be with him a lot more and after the wedding, I'll be with him all the time. Oh did you see these beautiful bracelets he gave me? They're so thick and heavy, if he ties me up with them, I'll never get away." She adds gaily.

Virginia starts in, "You mean you want! Oh Alicia, you're bleeding!" Noticing a small trickle of blood running from one of the needles, "Here, let me take that out!"

Alicia chatters, "No, it's all right! They don't hurt now at all. In a way they're kind of pretty. I wish I could leave them there forever, because he gave them to me. Oh, Virginia I was so scared! But it barely hurt at all! Not even as bad as getting a shot, because they're just under the skin. The bleeding's from when I hugged him just now and poked myself. Let it alone. It's like a badge, a purple heart."

"Oh Alicia! You crazy, silly, little bitch!" Virginia laughs, grabbing her head with both hand and pulling her forward to kiss her. The joyful nude girl is expecting a quick chaste peck on the cheek like they've exchanged a hundred times before but is startled when her school mate presses her lips to hers and probes insistently with her tongue. Repelled by this advance from another girl, the bride-to-be starts to resist but then resignedly opens her mouth for a long, deep probing from her red haired friend. Jolted at this unexpected development, Alicia finds the embrace much different than Tom's or George's kisses. Virginia's lips and tongue seem softer and without the whisker stubble she's become used to. As she is held and explored, she discovers that while different than any boy she's kissed that the sensation isn't unpleasant at all and slowly responds with her own tongue until George interrupts.

"Can't I see your ring too?"

"Oh George! I'm sorry!" She says, jerking away with a start and scooting towards him to straddle his knee and proudly presents the hand with its glittering ring on her fourth finger and the heavy black leather cuff on her wrist for his inspection.

"Isn't it beautiful!" She repeats, "I'm so happy!"

"It's nice, I didn't know they were that shiny out of a Cracker Jack box." He teases.

"That's because you're so cheap you wouldn't spring for a Cracker Jack, you'd just give Virginia a band off one of those smelly old cigars you smoke." She laughs, "Besides I saw the box and it came from Cartier's."

"Oh? Really? He must have transferred it to an empty box then. I wonder where he got it. If I can find one I'll put Virginia's cigar band in it." George retorts as Virginia hits him hard in the arm.

"Oh, you're just being silly!" the ravishing nude girl replies, completely unaware of the intoxicating picture she is presenting with her legs wrapped around his thigh, once more opening her labia and exposing her unimpeded clitoris and vagina with her perky breasts rubbing against his shirt.

"Maybe a little." he chuckles, "But seriously, I'm happy for both of you. Congratulations! Have a wonderful marriage."

"Thank You! You were so kind and gentle, I couldn't have stood it without you and I don't think Tom would have asked me without all your help." Alicia blubbers and wraps her arms around his neck to repeat another passionate kiss.

Over a full minute passes until Tom stands and petulantly says, "Hey, I'm supposed to be the hero here and everyone else gets kissed!"

Somewhat reluctantly his fiancé pulls away from George's embrace and tells him, "You can just wait your turn, Love. I have enough kisses to go around and once we're married, I'll kiss you for the rest of my life, twenty-four hours a day."

It isn't until she stands up and sees the small darkening stain on George's pants leg that she knows she has once more started dripping lubricating fluid.

"Oh No! I'm sorry! I'll clean it up. I'm so sorry!" she apologizes.

"It's all right. These pants are wash and wear and won't wrinkle. Although I may never wash them again." He quips and Virginia hits him in the arm again.

Suddenly embarrassed at his reference to the fact that the moisture is her sexual arousal fluid, she turns and runs to Tom, pressing her face into his shoulder as he hugs and pats her back reassuringly.

"George! Look what you did! Now she's leaking from both ends. You go get us all a drink, before she starts suffering from dehydration." Virginia chimes in.

Even through her shame, a laugh escapes the distraught girl at her friend's joke. And George obligingly rises and goes to the kitchen returning with the second bottle of wine that was in the refrigerator; he also has four glasses and the corkscrew on a large platter.

Setting the platter on the coffee table he picks up the bottle and corkscrew when Alicia asks, "Can I do that? Tom made me do the other bottle and I did everything wrong. I even spilt wine all over the table. But then he told me how to do it and I'd like to try again."

"Sure, if you want to." George says, handing her the bottle and corkscrew.

Once more nervous, she starts to slowly cut the foil with the tip of the corkscrew and inserts the screw into the top of cork. As she struggles with and concentrates on the still unfamiliar instrument, her fiancé sidles over to where Virginia is sitting and whispers into her ear. The buxom redhead nods as Tom moves back to his chair without Alicia noticing the exchange.

Getting the foil loose, Alicia contends with the corkscrew and finally manages to slowly start twisting the handle to insert the curved spiral into the soft stopper; "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not very good at screwing." she tells her attentive audience, bringing chortles from all three.

George reaches out and steadies the bottle as the nervous nude sommelier has to use both hands to depress the levers to force the cork from its receptacle. As she succeeds in popping the cork loose, she hesitates and looks at Tom who gently tells her that the wine is George's and he is the host. Having to step in front of Virginia to serve her boyfriend, she starts to pour and then hesitates. Quickly placing the bottle on the platter, she untwists the cork from the screw and hands it deferentially to George, who sniffs it quickly and leans forward to place it on the platter. A smile of relief shows that she is pleased that she remembered to present the cork first.

Leaning over to pour George's tasting sample, she gracefully presents an enticing view of her dangling breasts to her host and an even more tempting vision of her puffy labia to Tom and Virginia. George picks his glass up, swirls it twice, sniffs and then sips, nodding approval before replacing the glass back on the platter.

A second time Alicia leans to fill the glass full and as she pours, Virginia plunges her middle finger between the moist inviting lips of her vagina, burying it to the last knuckle. "IEEE!" Alicia shrieks and jerks the bottle upward, but amazingly doesn't spill a drop. The poor invaded girl tries to stand upright but stops when Virginia's other long sharp fingernails dig into her defenseless, naked labia with a distinct warning. Sobbing and shaking, the penetrated beauty manages to continue filling George's glass without spilling.

As she tries to stand once more, Tom's voice tells her to finish filling the other glasses. Sobbing profusely, Alicia nods her acquiescence and squeezes the bottle tightly with both hands to steady it before slowly tilting it over a second empty glass. As the wine begins to flow, the finger inside her moves and starts to wiggle with a slow masturbation.

"Oh N-NO!" She cries as she meticulously continues to fill the waiting vessels. By the time she completes filling the fourth glass, Tom and Virginia can see the labia pulsing and contracting around Virginia's drenched fingers and hear her rapid panting of arousal.

Another "N-NO!" escapes her lips as Virginia suddenly withdraws her hand to release a stream of liquid which gushes onto the carpet. Her lover and schoolmate watch in fascination as the dripping, puffy folds of flesh in front of them continue to contract and release as if trying to clutch at the air.

As the constrictions slow and then cease, the frustrated girl sobs, "May I stand up now?"

"Yes dear, you were splendid!" Tom says, "Did you come? You were leaking so badly that we couldn't really tell."

"Oh!" She gasps, reminded that having to reveal her feelings is harder than being forced to endure them, "N-No. I-I almost did, but then it stopped. Th-that was almost worse."

Standing and placing his arm around her shoulder, her lover tells her "Honey, I can't express how proud I am of you! You're more wonderful than I can imagine. And you didn't even spill a drop of wine! You were absolutely perfect! You remembered the foil, the cork, the tasting sip and then to ignore the little distraction."

"Ignore? Little Distraction!" shouts Virginia at him, "My God! She's a virgin! I felt her hymen! And you put her through that and call it a 'little distraction'! Let me shove a cattle prod up you ass and see if you call it a 'little distraction'! Although I have to admit she wasn't completely ignoring it! I thought her pussy lips were going to amputate my finger. But admit it! You're the one who's being sadistic now!" she finishes with a stomp.

Subdued by the redhead's outburst, Tom mumbles, "Maybe you're right! I did exaggerate a little. But Alicia, Darling, you were and are wonderful! I apologize! What can I do to make things up?"

Looking up at him lovingly, the braceleted nude girl states "Make me your slave right now! I do so want to learn what it's like!"

"No, I can't do that. That must wait until after the wedding." Looking down at her nude body, he continues, "But maybe we can do something in the way of a little reward and a quick lesson at the same time. Would that be acceptable instead?"

Disappointed, and not knowing what he has in mind, she obediently agrees, "I guess so."

"Good! Do you think you can assume the standing submissive posture I taught you in the bathroom today?" He asks.

"I'll try." She replies as she raises her arms and clasps her fingers behind her neck once more and spreads her legs apart. Again the opening of her vagina tells her she is still wet and dripping and she blushes a tinge of embarrassment. "I'll never get over being ashamed of myself." She thinks.

Her lover reaches between her parted thighs and starts to stroke the dampening shaved labia, then stops and turns to George, "You're our host and we're only guests. Would you like to do the honors?"

George's deep voice replies, "Thanks, but I think I've probably done enough for tonight. But maybe Virginia would like to help."

As the three of them turn their attention to her, it is the pretty redhead's turn to blush, "I-I don't know! I-I not very good at it, but I'll try."

Alicia trembles as she realizes that whatever her fiancé was planning to do; now her girlfriend is going to do it instead.

Tom steps behind her and gently cups her breasts, steadying her in her spread-eagled stance as Virginia steps toward her. Afraid, humiliated and ashamed, she squeezes her eyes shut and presses back against her fiancé's body, trying to draw courage and comfort from him for whatever is about to happen.

Time seems to stop and she hears Virginia skirt rustle and feels a light brushing of the tender inner skin of her labia which just grazes the even more sensitive inner labia. Involuntarily, she tenses for the anticipated intrusion of a finger when she realizes that the wider brushing feeling is her classmates tongue.

"No!" She cries, wrenching back and jabbing her cuffed wrists into Tom's throat.

"Relax. Calm down." He says as the tongue slides lightly over her open vagina and lightly pokes at her clitoris, sending a shiver of sensation through her already aroused body, "This is a reward. Everything's all right. Let your feelings accept it!" Tom continues whispering in her ear.

The held girl gasps as the licking, probing and fluttering continue to excite her until a long slow probing lick starts at the very juncture of her exposed anus and continues all the way up to end with rapid fluttering pokes at her clitoris.

"OH-OH-OH!" Alicia cries and involuntarily thrusts back at the unremitting invader of her most sensitive spot.

The overwhelming orgasms keep her gyrating until they finally diminish and slow. Gasping for breath, the tormented victim's head sags forward to see her friend's sopping wet face smiling up at her. The redhead grins and winks at her and plants still another quick kiss to the center of her open vaginal passage, sending yet another residual shiver of feelings through the helpless and exhausted bride-to-be. The kneeling woman stands and walks towards her boyfriend with her face still dripping with Alicia's juices.

"I thought you said you weren't very good? You looked pretty experienced to me." He tells her with a grin.

In reply, the buxom redhead slaps him hard across the cheek, "That's none of your damned business, George! And never will be! I'm not your slave who has to reveal everything." She snaps and then grabs him roughly and fiercely kisses him, obviously intending to propel Alicia's nectar into his mouth to share her taste with him.

At the same time Tom and Alicia are more gently, if no less passionately, embracing. As the two couples finally run out of breath, Alicia looks at Tom and whispers, "Master, do I have to tell what I felt again?"

"No, Darling. Not unless you want to." He whispers back.

"I-I think I want to. I'm so confused, I think it might help if I try to put it in words." She tells him.

"Ok, Sweetheart. Would you like something to drink first?"

"Yes, that would be nice." she says, stepping to the coffee table and picking up two glasses of the wine she so expertly poured.

Handing one glass to Tom she raises the other to her lips before stopping abruptly. Smiling she kneels beside his chair and with both hands offers the glass up to him.

"Oh Alicia!" He cries as he takes the proffered vessel and sits in the chair as George and Virginia each take their glasses and resume their seats on the couch. Gently, Tom holds his nude fiancé's hair and touches her glass to her lips for her to drink. At first sipping and then swallowing, the beautiful, ravaged, young woman drains the wine in one long drink.

"Would you like some more?" Tom asks considerately.

"No, I'm fine now, thank you Master."

"Well, would you like to tell us about this last experience?" He queries.

"Y-yes, but would it be all right if I shifted position, my knees and legs are getting a little sore?" She asks.

"Of course, darling, why didn't you say so earlier? I'll get you another chair." He declares, starting to rise.

"No, I don't want a chair." She stops him as she sits on the carpet and scoots around to face the three of them once more. Being careful to cross her ankles in front of her with her knees spread wide to allow a clear view of her open genitals, she shifts until she is comfortable and props herself erect with her hands on the floor behind her to help keep her breasts thrust forward.

Taking a deep breath the lovely nude begins, "The wine pouring and its aftermath are so confusing, I don't really know where to start. I was terrified that I would make a mistake serving the wine and be punished again. At the same time I was so excited and happy at Tom's proposal and the ring that I desperately needed to try and do something else to please him, so I asked to pour it.

Opening the bottle was hard and for a while I wasn't sure I was strong enough to and that scared me even more. But when George helped hold the bottle and I got the cork out, I almost forgot to give it to him. Tom 'distracted' me at supper and I half expected him to try to do it again. But when I remembered the cork, I was so relieved that I got over confident.

So when Virginia touched me, I was surprised and nearly dropped the bottle. Then I felt her fingernails and realized it wasn't Tom. I nearly dropped it again. Even as a little girl, I never played with girls that way. We've been friends and classmates ever since kindergarten, and I never dreamed you'd do something like that. I felt violated and angry. I don't think being raped on the street would be much worse.

Then you started moving your hand and I couldn't help myself from getting excited. That made me even angrier and more ashamed at the same time. I could have easily killed you and nearly turned around to hit you with the bottle. All of a sudden I realized that you were only doing it because Tom must have asked you to and it was a test. As I quit being mad, the pleasure crescendoed and replaced the anger and I was almost at orgasm when you stopped. I was so frustrated and ashamed that a woman had aroused me so, that the anger came right back.

Most of it was still directed at you, but some of it was at Tom. I couldn't understand why he didn't let you continue or even do it himself. And having George know you had aroused me so, just added to my humiliation and anger.

Then you all started congratulating me on pouring the wine and not spilling any. I knew it was just a miracle I hadn't spilled any and blamed you all for that too! I thought you were making fun of me because it was really just luck. When Tom said he was going to reward me, I thought he was really going to torture me again.

Then when Virginia said she was going to do it, I was even surer I was being punished. I thought she must be mad at me because Tom made her put her finger in me. Then she kissed me do-down there, and I thought it was her fingers. When I realized it was her tongue, I got even more confused. Only lesbians do that. And I knew Virginia isn't a lesbian. She's told me she's been with George and a couple of other boys.

But her tonguing felt so good, I couldn't help myself. Even when I had that orgasm, she didn't stop and I kept having more and more. I nearly fainted from embarrassment, thinking I must be a lesbian because Virginia did that to me.

Now that I've thought about it, I think I may be bi-sexual. If someone touches me, it doesn't matter whether it's a man or woman, I respond. But I've also learned that it's not just the sex that's important. George's touching me earlier was the most intense orgasm I've had, and Virginia's licking was by far the longest. They were both different and felt good, but not nearly as good as the mildest and shortest one I had with Tom because it's him I truly love and belong to."

"Tom, Love, Master, I am so happy and thank you so much for being so kind and patient and teaching me all these new things. The answer is still yes. Yes, I will marry you. Yes, I will wear your ring, yes; I will be your slave forever, if you will have me."

At this Alicia turns directly to her fiancé and once more kneels with her hands behind her neck, offering him not only her beautiful nude and open body, but her heart, mind and spirit.

Overcome with emotion, Tom starts, "Oh! Alicia!" And then kneels to wrap his arms around his love and kiss her.

After several minutes watching, George says to Virginia, "Do you have a feeling of deja vu?"

Virginia grins back and agrees, "Yes, I think this is where we came in."

At the conversation, Tom leans back and tells Alicia, "They're right! It's almost one o'clock. I need to get you home. Let me take those needles out and you can go shower and dress."

"No, I'll take them out in the bathroom. I want to keep them as a reminder of tonight and of your love for me." She replies and stands up and heads to the hallway door.

At the entrance, she stops and turns to look at him with her hands once more behind her neck and her legs spread to show the pink under flesh of her vagina and the beads of moisture glistening even across the room and her two pierced, semen and tear encrusted breasts thrust proudly forward.

"Master!" She asks coyly, "Don't you want to come with me and wash me? It'll be quicker if you help!"

"NO, slave," He replies crossly, "What would George and Virginia think if I went in there while you were taking a shower, they'd get the wrong idea and spread rumors about us all over town. And you are absolutely wrong about it being quicker if I go in that shower with you, it would probably take three or four times as long. Slaves are required to show initiative, intelligence as well as cheerful obedience at all times. Now Scat!"

Smiling gleefully, Alicia turns and bounces out of sight as George and Virginia burst into loud laughter at Tom's order.

"Rumors? What would we think? Jesus! Tom! You're unbelievable!" George laughs, "This whole thing is the most unbelievable thing that's ever happened. You two are incredible!"

"That's right!" Virginia interjects, "How could you two do it? And Alicia! She's always been the most naive, innocent, even prudish person I've ever known!"

"I-I don't know!" Tom stammers sitting down at the table where the sheet of paper with Alicia's scrawled signature is still resting, "W-we were out last night and I started teasing her about what she'd said and told her George didn't believe her either. We got to necking and she got me turned on. Then she got upset and started demanding that she prove it. She'd gotten me so horny and then wanted to stop and talk. S-she does that lot, you know. I got a little mad and decided to do this letter as a joke on her. I wrote it last night and brought it with me today." He replies as he folds the paper neatly and carefully puts it in his wallet.

I never dreamed she'd take it seriously, but she did and things got out of hand. We were teasing each other and I thought she'd seen through me and was just trying to get back at me. It wasn't until she came in here naked that I realized she was serious about it. I'd just shown you two the letter to embarrass her a little. I think I was more shocked than you were when she stood there undressed.

Then she made that speech about how you were right and I got scared! I didn't know what to do except go on, and then things got way out of hand. I thought she'd get mad and stop and then I could apologize and give her the ring. I-I finally thought I'd figured it out when I tricked her into saying she'd answer yes before I gave it to her. B-but she didn't stop even after that! Lord! What am I going to do now?"

"You're going to get married and take care of her! That's what!" Virginia tells him sharply, "Or is that just a joke too?"

"Oh No! I want to marry her more than anything in the world, if she'll have me. I love her so much I don't think I could live without her. B-but this bondage thing? What about that!" He sobs.

"Well, you said she told you she'd actually fantasized about being a slave. That may be what she really wants. All this may have been her subconscious way of testing you to see if she can really submit to you." The large breasted girl continues.

"T-testing me?"

"Ginny may be right," George says, using his pet name for Virginia, "Alicia loves you and wants to look up to you. But she may be afraid that you don't really love her unless you're willing enough to let her play out this fantasy of hers."

"George's right. I think part of what she was doing was trying to see what your reaction would be when she did all this. She was trying to shock you to see if you could accept her doing all those things and still love her. She loves you but is really afraid too. She wants to let herself go completely with you but scared at the same time. That's why she hasn't slept with you yet." Virginia takes her turn again.

"B-but I haven't asked her to. We haven't gone that far." The confused groom-to be stammers.

"You fucking idiot! Given the way she obviously feels about you, you don't think she could have gotten that horny cock of yours inside her if something wasn't holding her back?" is Virginia's angry rejoinder, "Men! You're all alike! You think when you get a good screw; it's all because of what you do! Let me tell you something, unless you actually rape a woman, it's almost always her idea to get laid, not yours. And let me tell you it isn't because she's still a virgin and saving herself for marriage or some other silly reason. She's so in love with you she'd pop that cherry of hers out with her hands and hand it to you on that platter in a minute if something else wasn't holding her back!"

"B-but what do I do? What about this evening? My God! The way she displayed herself. She even let us put those pins in her. She blew George and let you suck her off! H-how could she do that and not want me, if she loves me?" Tom asks, more to himself than Virginia.

"Oh Shit!" Virginia swears, "She does want you! But she's afraid to let herself go. You remember that garbage you've been feeding her about doing anything you want? You know how she is, always doing things for other people. Always trying to do everything that bitch of a mother makes her do? My God, she's been cleaning that huge house of theirs, waxing the floors, washing, ironing all her clothes all day every Saturday since she was six just so she could go to one movie a week on Saturday nights. Then she gets carried away while you're kissing her and fondling her breasts or even maybe fingering her slit and tells you that. The problem is she really meant it! She really does want you to own her. For her it isn't just psychobabble bullshit! She needs to belong to someone and she wants it to be you."

George interrupts saying, "And it isn't bullshit to you either. You want to own her as bad as she wants it. I know how much you love her. But I also know you enjoyed what she did tonight. I saw you cream your jeans when I made her cum. You two were made for each other. That's why you're so lucky! Marry her and make her your slave too. That's the ticket to happiness for both of you. Because that's what she wants too. You watched her cum for me and Virginia both! Hell, man, the way she was dripping when she ran out of here just now proves it, even if you or she doesn't believe it."

"B-but what do I do?" Asks the still confused Tom.

Virginia answers him this time, "Like George said, Silly. Marry her and enslave her. Fulfill both your fantasies. Make her have sex with people, torture and humiliate her. I know you love her too much to really hurt her and will take good care of her. But she really is happiest when she thinks she's suffering something for your sake. Hell, she wasn't just dripping when she went to shower. She leaked all night. She drenched George's balls while you were stabbing her with those needles even though she was terrified. She left a puddle on the floor when she sucked him and nearly drowned me! She even told you she got off stronger with us than she ever has with you. That's because she instinctively knows that's what you want and she wants it too. Even if neither of you know it!"

"Hi Everyone! What's happening? You know, Virginia's right!" Alicia's soft voice interrupts from the hallway door for the second time.

Startled, all three turn to see her standing in the same place she had appeared in the nude over four hours earlier. Demure, with her hands behind her back, the sight of her modest appearance in her schoolgirl's white blouse and skirt make all of them gasp with surprise. None of them can quite believe this vision of purity, innocence, and chastity is the same girl as the nude, pierced and sperm blanketed individual that had earlier disappeared through the same doorway.

"Darling, I'm ready for you to take me home. Are you ready?" She asks.

"Oh, Alicia, you are beautiful!" Her fiancé repeats for perhaps the hundredth time today.

"I know, Darling. But it's almost two! I need to be getting home. Mother will be upset, but when I tell her we're really engaged, maybe she won't get too mad." The lovely young maiden replies as she sidles toward the door.

"Well, maybe it is time we left." Tom says as he stands and steps to give her a quick peck of a kiss, then turns to say, "Thanks, both of you." As he opens the door.

"Oh! Yes! "I had a wonderful time. Thank you both so much for all your help. Let's do it again real soon." Alicia adds sincerely with a smile and steps back into the hall.

As Tom closes the apartment door, he grabs and kisses her deeply, then putting his arm around her shoulder, they walk out to his car. He unlocks her door and goes around the front and slides behind the wheel. As he starts the car, his new, excited fiancé starts chattering about when he wants to set the date, if they can get married in her parent's church, whom they should invite, should she register at this store or that and a multitude of other wedding related subjects until he pulls into her parents back drive.

As he comes to a stop in her parents' driveway, she places her left hand softly on his thigh. He glances down to see that both her lovely slim wrists still encircled by the heavy black bondage cuffs.

"Good Lord, Alicia! What are you doing still wearing those? Someone might have seen them!" He blurts angrily.

"I don't care! You gave them to me, they're mine now and they're beautiful. I didn't want to take them off. I don't ever want to take them off! Besides, you have the key." She finishes softly with a grin.

"Oh, Alicia! You crazy wonderful girl. Here, you know you can't wear those inside. Your mother would have me in prison and you in an insane asylum if she ever even saw them, much less with you wearing them." As he fumbles to find the key in his tight jean pocket and quickly unlocks both of the small padlocks.

Resignedly, Alicia assents, "I suppose you're right. Here, unbuckle them too. It isn't proper for a slave to remove her own shackles."

Overcome, Tom grabs her saying, "God! Alicia I love you!" As he forces his mouth on hers probing deeply with his tongue. She returns his embrace just as passionately, throwing her still braceleted wrists behind his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest.

When, out of breath, they pull apart, Tom says, "Honey, you know you didn't put your bra back on. Did you leave it at George's?"

"N-no. It's in my purse. But I'm afraid I have another confession to make." she replies.

"Another confession? What now?"

Nervously, she stammers, "I'm afraid your car seat is soaked. You see, I put my panties in my purse too. You said Slaves are to always be open and available and now I've gone and made a mess on your car. I'll clean it up tomorrow. I'm sorry. I was also worried about my panties getting wet and maybe mother seeing them before I got a chance to wash them. Do you wish to punish this miserable Slave-to-be?" She concludes with a grin.

Laughing, her handsome lover retorts, "Oh Alicia, you are right! Slaves aren't allowed to wear brassieres or cover their nether regions. And I couldn't punish you for breathing. That's not a punishable offense, so I really don't see how I can punish you for leaking all over my seat. Will you still marry me?"

"Well-ll, let me think? Maybe. On one condition. Will you make me your slave? Right now! This minute!"

"Honey if I could, I would. B-but it's impossible." He sadly informs her.

"After the wedding? I don't mean just anytime after, I mean right after as soon as we're alone, or-or with others if you w-want." She begs apprehensively.

"Yes Darling! Right after. Before we start our wedding night. I promise." He vows.

"Oh thank you! Darling, I will marry you! I will be your slave! You make me so happy!" She cries, hugging and kissing him before continuing, "M-master-to-be, I have another confession to make." She grins.

"Another confession! Good Lord! What have I done? I'm saddled for life with a slave who does nothing but constantly confess!" He chuckles.

Smiling widely, she looks down sheepishly, "Well, I would have married you anyway without being your slave. It's like the 'Guys and Dolls' song, 'Marry the man today and change his ways tomorrow'. I love you and you've made me so happy." Continuing; "Now I really had better get inside. Call me tomorrow? Maybe we can go bowling?"

Grabbing her purse she opens the door and bounces up to the house door, turning and blowing him a kiss before disappearing inside.

Looking down at the spreading dark stain on the passenger seat, Tom sighs and mutters to himself, "God! I love her so much!" As he backs out and heads home.