Have Faith

Chapter 19

The twins arranged for Kim to spend a week with them prior to school starting. Kim's mother, Heather, dropped her off and Jane invited her in. The three girls immediately disappeared out of the house, leaving Jane, Heather and Faith together in the living room. It was a rare occasion for Faith to wear clothes and she wore a green sundress.

"I hope it's not an imposition on you," said Heather.

"No, not at all," offered Jane. "They play well together. And besides, Faith is their governess for the summer so they will be in good hands."

"Faith is such a beautiful name," said Heather, "for such a beautiful girl."

"Thank you, Mrs. Sarkin," blushed Faith.

"You are welcome. But call me Heather. In fact, it's remarkable that there are so many beautiful women in this household."

Jane smiled at the compliment. "Do you mind me asking your age? You don't look nearly old enough to be Kim's mother."

"I'm thirty," replied Heather. "And no, I'm not her natural mother. I'm her step mother. Her real mother died giving birth to her. So, I'm the only mother she has ever known."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about her real mom," said Jane sincerely. "But you actually look closer to twenty than thirty." It was true. Heather was beautiful in her own right. She had a trim, shapely and curvy body. Her hips were a bit on the narrow side but were decidedly feminine; not boyish. She had a narrow waist and shapely legs. She had large breasts that almost looked out of place on her slender athletic body. Her long raven black hair flowed freely over her shoulders and framed a beautiful, youthful looking face. And her smooth skin was pale and looked like fine porcelain and it was obvious that she protected herself from the ravages of the sun.

"Thank you very much. My face used to be a curse. Everyone always thought I was a teenager. Now, it's turning out to be a blessing."

"Well you are truly beautiful; striking, in fact," said Jane. "And you could still pass as a teenager."

This caused Heather to blush. "Thank you again."

"Faith, dear, would you fetch us some drinks?" asked Jane.

"Yes, Mistr…" Faith started to reply. Luckily, she caught herself before she said the word ‘mistress.' She arose and turned to Heather. "What would you like to drink, Heather?"

"Some ice tea, if you have it, please."

"I'll have the same," said Jane. Faith disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the drinks.

Heather furrowed her brow. "What was she calling you before she caught herself?"

"Hmm," replied Jane. "I didn't catch it."

"It sounded like she was going to call you mistress."

"Oh. Hmm," said Jane as she tried to figure out how to respond. "Well, maybe she was. There is no master of the house. So maybe I'm the mistress of the house."

"Oh, I see," said Heather. "I thought it might mean something else. I had a mistress once. But it was a different kind; more of a play mistress."

"Oh?" responded Jane. "How adventurous of you. Do tell more."

Heather grinned. "It was years ago. But it was very exciting. I still remember it vividly."

Faith returned with the drinks and offered them to Heather and Jane.

"Perhaps we should change the subject," offered Heather.

"Nonsense," replied Jane. Then she turned to Faith. "Heather was just about to tell me about her experiences with a mistress. Do go on, Heather."

This prompted Heather to blush again. "Well, like I said, it was years ago. Being married and raising a daughter don't leave much time for play. I'm not sure that I should go into it, though, here."

"Does having Faith here embarrass you?"

"Um, yes. I'm sorry, Faith," Heather fumbled for words. "I just don't want to be a corrupting influence on you."

"I understand, Heather," replied Faith. "Perhaps I should go check on the girls." Faith stood up to excuse herself.

"Come back in five minutes or so," instructed Jane.

"Yes, Aunt Jane." With that, Faith left the room.

"This is so embarrassing," said Heather. "She won't tell the girls, will she?"

"No, she won't tell them. She is very trustworthy. Now go on with your story."

Heather described how, in college, she had lived a rather wild lifestyle. Drugs, alcohol, parties and kinky sex abounded. She fell in with a crowd that loved domination and submission and somehow found herself cast in the role of a submissive. She did not mind that. In fact, she loved it. It was very erotic and exciting to her.

She had both masters and mistresses at first but, over time, gravitated to a particular mistress who eventually claimed her exclusively. For the last two years of college, she lived with her mistress and was effectively her slave, although no formal ownership rights were ever established. Then they both graduated and went their separate ways.

"I'm sure you could have found a new mistress," said Jane. "You really are extremely beautiful."

"Thank you again. But I got married shortly after college and had Kim to look after."

"I understand," said Jane. "Raising children does not leave much play time. What were your most exciting moments as a slavegirl?"

"Oh, that's easy. The most exciting was the time I was sold, although it was terrifying at the time. I didn't know that I was being sold for just two days. I thought it was permanent. Looking back at it, though, it was thrilling."

Jane nodded. "I wish I had been at that auction. I would have given the others a run for the money in the bidding."

Heather blushed again. "Thank you. You are very kind. I'm glad that my story didn't offend you."

"It didn't offend me at all," assured Jane. "I found it quite exciting. Now I just have to figure out how to claim you for myself since I can't buy you."

Heather's eyes flew open wide in surprise. Just then, Faith returned. "Would either of you like some more tea?"

Heather shook her head in response. "I think we're fine," said Jane. "But come here, pet."

It was Faith's turn to blush but she obediently crossed the room to where her aunt was sitting. Jane looked down at the floor and Faith understood the nonverbal command. She knelt at Jane's feet, blushing as she did so, and tucked her hands in the small of her back.

"Heather, I would like you to meet my slavegirl. At least for the next two weeks, Faith belongs to me. I agreed to release her once college starts up again."

"Oh, my," gasped Heather. This came as quite a shock to her. "Your own niece is your sub?"

Jane reached out and combed her fingers through Faith's hair. "She's a beauty. Why wouldn't I want to own her? I just wish I didn't have to give her up so soon. Now, I'll have to look for a replacement. Any interest?"

"Oh, my," said Heather again. "Who? Me?"

"I only claim the most beautiful. And you and Faith easily fit into that category."

"Oh, my," Heather repeated. "I don't know. It's been so long. What would your daughters think? For that matter, what would my daughter think? Or my husband?"

"Well, I don't know what your husband would think. I have never met him," Jane responded. "But I can assure you that my daughters would not mind. They love playing with Faith."

"Oh, my," said Heather. "They know that Faith is your sub?"

"My slave," corrected Jane. "Yes, they know all about it. And as far as your daughter is concerned, I'm not sure what she would think but I suspect she would be pleased. She has a very beautiful mother and she would probably want to see her mother happy."

"Oh, my," Heather started again. "When would you want this to start?"

"Whenever you are ready, little one," smiled Jane. "I am ready to claim you now but you have to be ready also."

"Oh, my," said Heather. "This is all so sudden."

"I understand, pet," said Jane soothingly. "I will give you all the time you need. But in the meantime, may I see what I am acquiring?"

"Oh, my," blushed Heather as she heard Jane's question. Her head was spinning. And being referred to as little one and pet had sent a wave of arousal through her body. Without thinking, she stood up and turned to face Jane.

Jane patted Faith's upper arm. "Go unwrap her, pet."

Heather's blush intensified at the words. She saw Faith gracefully rise to her feet and then trembled slightly as the girl approached her. She watched Faith's hands reach out and unbuckle the belt around her waist and then saw Faith move behind her. Gooseflesh formed down her arms as she felt Faith unzipping the back of her dress and then blushed again as the straps to her dress were pushed off her shoulders. The dress slid down her slender body to puddle at her feet, leaving her wearing only her bra, panties and heels.

The bra was next. Faith unhooked it and then slid the straps off of the elegant shoulders. Jane smiled as she saw the beautiful pendulous orbs coming into view. They were every bit as full and firm as she had hoped for and they were delightfully capped with dark, stiffened nipples. Finally, Faith knelt and slid down the panties, helping Heather to step out of them and the dress.

"You can leave the heels on, pet," instructed Jane. "But you won't be needing your clothes any longer."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Faith. She quickly shed her clothes and stood to the side as she saw her aunt arise and move toward the other naked woman.

"My, my" smiled Jane as she stood in front of Heather. "Look at what we have here. Even more beautiful than I thought."

"Thank you, Mistress," blushed Heather as she cast her eyes downward.

"I'm not your mistress yet," responded Jane. She reached out and tucked Heather's long black hair back, letting it drape down the woman's back and expose the ripe breasts. Faith was in awe of the scene she was watching. Once again, in the span of just a few days, she was witnessing the claiming of a slave and, once again, there was no sign of protest or resistance. She found it remarkable that women would allow that to be done to themselves. And she found it even more remarkable that women could and would enslave other women.

"But soon," Jane continued. She leaned forward and kissed Heather's lips. It was not really a sign of affection. It was more of a test to see how the soon-to-be slave would react. And she passed the test with flying colors. Heather closed her eyes and parted her lips, sighing softly at the tender touch.

Jane placed her hands on Heather's shoulders and looked into her eyes. "If we do this, I will expect you to take it seriously. If we do this, you will belong to me."

"Yes, Mistress," Heather repeated.

"Okay, I'm your mistress for today," Jane said. "And then you can go away and think about it. When you return, you can give yourself to me if you choose."

"Yes, Mistress. But I think I already know the answer," Heather replied. "I want this. I know I do. I haven't felt like this in over eight years. I want to be yours."

"What about your husband?"

"He is gone until Thursday, Mistress. I could be yours until then and will return whenever you let me."

Jane leaned forward and kissed Heather again. This time, Heather threw her arms around Jane, hugging her and holding onto her as if her life depended on it. Faith was even more amazed now. Not only was this woman allowing herself to be captured, she was practically begging for it.

"Won't it bother you that Kim sees you like this?" asked Jane.

"Yes," replied Heather. "It will bother me. But it just feels so right. She'll have to get used to the idea of her mother being a slave."

"Let's go tell her, then," said Jane, thinking that this would shock Heather into taking the time to think this through.

"Yes, Mistress."

Faith's eyes flew wide open at this most recent exchange. She knew that the girls were out in the barn and figured that Kim was already stripped naked. What would happen when mother and daughter realized that they were both slavegirls?

"Come girls," instructed Jane as she turned and started walking toward the door.

"You want me to go naked?" asked Heather.

"Of course," replied Jane. I keep all of my girls naked." She turned back toward the door and Faith and Heather followed her out to the barn.

"Oh gawd!" croaked Kim when she saw her mother step into the barn.

"Oh wow," gasped Heather as she saw her daughter. As Faith had predicted, Kim was naked but for the harness that Linny was just finishing tightening. Cinny had just clamped a bell to one nipple and was toying with the other one to stiffen it so she could place a clamp on it also.

"Oooo!" squealed Cinny as Jane led her two girls deeper into the barn. "Do we have another pony?"

Jane smiled at her enthusiastic daughter. "We'll see. I haven't yet decided what kind of slave she will be."

"My mom's a slave?" asked Kim incredulously. "How long has this been going on?"

Jane laughed. "Oh, about fifteen minutes. But she's actually not my slave. Yet. She's just trying it out today. Harness her up, girls. You can take care of today's training."

"Oooo!" Cinny and Linny squealed in unison. Cinny quickly clamped Kim's second nipple, causing her to squeak and then walked over to where her mother was standing with Kim's mother.

"I've never had an adult slavegirl," she said. "This will be lots of fun."

"No marks," warned Jane. "But you can punish her if she misbehaves." With that, she turned to the door and walked out of the barn. "Come, Faith."

"Let me see what I have to work with," Cinny said as she walked slowly around the older woman. "These are very nice." She reached out and grasped the two full breasts roughly. Heather had her head turned, watching her new mistress walking with Faith toward the house and gasped as the fingers dug into her tender breasts.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed as she backed away.

"Where do you think you're going, pony?" asked Cinny as she dug her fingers deeper into the yielding flesh. Heather whimpered as the pain coursed through her chest but obediently stopped trying to escape. Cinny released her grip on the beautiful orbs and leaned down, kissing each nipple. "Good girl."

Kim was bug-eyed at the sight. Here was a girl younger than she was who was treating her stepmother as a slave. And her mom was putting up with it! She couldn't believe it.

And Kim was still getting over the fact that her mom was naked. She had seen her mother naked many times in the past but had never quite seen her in this light. Before, she had been a pretty mom. Now, Kim realized just how beautiful her mother was. She wasn't sure that she liked the idea of her mom seeing her like this but she loved being able to see her mom as an exotic slavegirl. She wondered what it would be like to have her mother as a slave sister.

Cinny led Heather over to Kim, causing both slavegirls to blush. Then Linny started the task of fitting one of the harnesses to the new slave. Kim and Heather just looked at each other and blushed as Linny fitted the straps around the large breasts, causing them to bulge even more than Faith's or Kim's had. "We might need a bigger harness for this one. I don't think she should wear this all day."

"Well, let's start her in it," replied Cinny. "We can take it off in a bit and train her naked. I can't wait to see those bouncing."

Both slaves were fitted with armbinders. Kim slipped easily into hers. Heather was not quite as limber, though, so it took both of the twins to struggle it onto the older slave, causing Heather's shoulders to be drawn back painfully. Bits and bridles and tails completed the outfits and then the slaves were led outside.

Cinny trained Heather while Linny trained Kim. For two hours, the mother and daughter were pranced and trotted around by the teenagers. After thirty minutes, Cinny removed the constricting harness from Heather for fear that the breasts might be harmed if squeezed so tightly for very long. Heather had to put up with the bouncing and jiggling on her chest after that and couldn't figure out if the constriction or the animation was worse.

After training, both slaves were led to the shower and Kim's harness was removed. The slaves were positioned back to back as the girls washed and scrubbed their fronts. Then they were placed facing each other and both blushed furiously as they found their breasts pressing against the other's.

When the slaves were clean, they were moved several feet away from one another but still facing each other. Then, Cinny and Linny masturbated them. The mother thought she would die of embarrassment at her daughter witnessing such a depraved act. The daughter also thought she would die of embarrassment but soon found that she enjoyed watching her mother being used as some sort of sexual plaything. Again, she was struck by just how truly gorgeous her mom was. She especially liked it as Heather was drawn closer to her orgasm. She could see the toned muscles of her belly quivering and saw the inviting nipples stiffening as her face and chest became flushed. Kim thought that there could be no more erotic sight in the world than this.

That night, Faith and Heather bookended Jane in bed while the twins kept Kim between them. Jane thought about sharing one of her girls with the twins since there were once again three mistresses and three slaves in the house. But she wanted Heather in her bed so they could talk. And she wanted to keep Faith close until it was time for her favorite slavegirl to leave.

"Are you still certain about your decision?" asked Jane as she faced Heather and traced one of the slave's nipples with her fingertip. Faith was spooning behind Jane and caressing her mistress' hip.

"Yes, Mistress," came the reply. "I'm certain."

"It didn't bother you that I gave you to my daughters for the afternoon? Or that they masturbated you in front of your own daughter?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. It bothered me. I felt like I was being rejected when you gave me away," explained Heather. "And I thought I would die of humiliation when I was forced to orgasm." "Then why do you want to stay?"

"Because of the way it makes me feel," said Heather. "Like I said earlier, I have not felt like this in over eight years. I feel all liquid inside. And I feel like I can trust you."

Jane laughed softly. She paused and reached between Heather's legs, sliding a finger into her and pulling it back out. She then resumed her circling of the nipple, painting it with her slave's juices. "From what I can tell, you really are all liquid inside."

"How do you plan to tell your husband?" Jane asked.

Heather's eyes flew open wide. "Do I have to tell him?"

"Well I don't know how you keep it from him. He's bound to find out sooner or later. How will you explain all of the time you will be spending here?"

"Couldn't I just be your slave when he is on business trips?"

"No," replied Jane. "You will be my slave always. And you will come when summoned."

"Yes, Mistress," sighed Heather.

"You could be my sub instead," offered Jane. "I'm not nearly so demanding of my subs."

"I don't think that would be the same for me," responded Heather.

"Well, you sleep on it. But know that I will be very demanding. If I want to shave your sex, the hair will be gone. If I decide to brand you, you will wear my mark. If I decide to ring your nipples, they will be pierced. If I decide to share you with others, you will be fucked by men you don't know and possibly some who you do know."

Heather felt a chill rush through her body at the little speech. "Yes Mistress. I will sleep on it."