Princess Alana

Chapter 17: Molding the Slaves

The girls had become comfortable with their new status in life and Grace decided that it was time to tighten down on them a little more. Grace toured each of the three houses with the girls and gathered all undergarments into plastic bags, which were set out by the curb on garbage day. They were no longer allowed to wear bras or panties for any occasion.

She also wanted to "lean them up" a little, although she knew that there was no extra fat on any of them. But she wanted to tighten up their waists to enhance their hourglass figures. So each evening when Alana got home, the three girls would spend at least an hour in strenuous exercise.

Three treadmills were bought, along with exercise mats and various other pieces of equipment. Grace's basement was converted into a gym where muscles were toned and inches were lost. Grace especially enjoyed it when she would get the three girls onto the treadmills for their nightly jog. They looked exquisite as their bodies glistened with sweat. Meredith and Kelly would wear their hair in ponytails, which would bounce and sway with each step. And three pairs of beautiful bouncing breasts would move as if they had minds of their own.

After a couple of weeks of toning, Grace had them start running outside. For this, they were allowed to wear tight running shorts and cropped t-shirts. The breasts may have been mostly covered during these runs, but the bouncing was still quite evident.

All during this time, Alana was also working at the firm five days a week and spent most weekends at the ranch. She was so busy that she never even noticed that Grace had started to exert even more control over her life. Even if she had noticed, she might not have cared. Meredith and Kelly never had an inkling that their slavery was growing deeper.

Alana would drive to the ranch on Friday nights after exercising with her slave sisters and would return on Sunday afternoons in time for the workout sessions. During the drives, she had to remain naked, although Grace allowed her to keep a light jacket draped over the back of her seat in case anything unexpected happened.

Once at the ranch, she had the rank of privileged slave. She was not forced to live in a cage or cell and she was not typically bound or chained during the day. She caused quite a stir among the workmen at first as she would inspect the site and progress of the project wearing nothing but her collar, a hardhat and safety shoes, but after several weeks, the workers became more accustomed to having a naked woman walking among them and talking to them. They still took every opportunity to eye her and admire her exquisite form, however, and most of them found themselves staring at her breasts during their conferences with her.

At night, she served as slaves do. She would find herself kneeling at the feet of a master or mistress, being displayed at an event, being used for some form of entertainment, or simply being a bed warmer and sex toy for one of the dominants.

She had grown accustomed to clamps and clothespins and now actually found some arousal in them. The whippings and floggings were even tolerable, although on the two occasions when she was caned, she thought she was going to die. She still had trouble getting used to watching her breasts being skewered by the long slender needles but it was mostly the horror of the sight that bothered her. It was actually not all that painful.

She had somehow been spared from the bestiality during her first visit to the ranch and had watched as her two slave sisters had been raped by the dogs. But that was eventually evened out one weekend when Alana was the dinner-time entertainment and was mated with a Doberman. It wasn't as horrible as she expected but she did talk to Meredith when she returned home to find out what her slave sister saw in it.

Grace had driven Alana out one weekend and intended to spend a relaxing two days at the ranch. Ted was left to tend to the other two girls. Grace had arranged to "borrow" Gretchen, for one night, much to Gretchen's surprise and Grace realized that this woman would need a lot of taming if she were to end up owning the beautiful blonde. The only reason that Grace was able to remain the dominant in the relationship that night was that Gretchen had her hands and elbows bound behind her back.

"Little Alana's getting a lot of attention these days," Charles told Grace after breakfast on Saturday.

"Oh?" replied Grace. "How so?"

"Seems that the word has gotten out about her project. You know, we have the designs and sketches hanging up in the dining hall. And we get a lot of new folks through here each week. I guess someone talks to someone who talks to someone else. I get four or five calls a day now and it keeps growing. Alana appears to be the architect of choice for dungeons, playrooms and D/S clubs all over the world.

"Really?" exclaimed Grace. "I had no idea she was that good." But the brief discussion started a new idea for Grace.

"She's the best!" proclaimed Charles. "And I mean outside of the bed also."

Sunday night, Grace felt obligated to spend some time with Meredith and Kelly since she had been away for the weekend. But she was tired and not in the mood to use her two pets. So she had them play with each other as she watched.

Kelly was becoming increasingly talented and used her tongue to give Meredith an orgasm in what seemed like record time. Meredith was equally talented but chose to prolong Kelly's ecstasy. She moved from sex to breasts to lips and then back down to start over again and kept this up for over an hour. Kelly was moaning and writhing and begging for release. Meredith finally granted the request, biting down on Kelly's sensitive clit to hold it with her teeth, sending Kelly into an earth-shattering orgasm and eliciting a high-pitched squeal out of her. Afterwards, Grace lay in the middle of the bed with a slavegirl on either side of her acting as bookmarks. On Monday night, Grace sent for Alana.

"Yes Mistress?" asked Alana as she entered the bedroom and knelt at Grace's feet. Grace admired her favorite slavegirl for a few moments before she started the conversation. Alana had turned a nice golden almond color from her naked days in the sun at the ranch. Her platinum hair was set off nicely against the soft tanned flesh. Alana had just bathed and the other two slaves had oiled her body, creating an exotic, glistening treasure for their mistress.

Grace liked to hold Alana's breasts as they talked together so she leaned forward and lifted a golden orb in each hand, letting her thumbs rest on the stiffening nipples. "Master Charles loves your work, pet," Grace started as she leaned further and kissed Alana's platinum blonde bangs. "I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you, Mistress," came the demure response.

"He also told me that he is getting phone calls from all over the world from people who want you to design their projects."

"Really, Mistress?" asked an incredulous slavegirl. She always thought that her work was good, but never on a level that would warrant worldwide attention.

"Really, little one," assured Grace. "He said two of them want to get started right away. One project is in California. The other is in France."

"Wow!" gasped Alana but was otherwise speechless.

"There are others who want to hire you for consultations in New York and Australia and Singapore."

Alana's eyes were open wide at this news. "That's great, Mistress. That's very flattering. I can hardly wait to start." And then she paused. "Oh. But I can't. The firm wouldn't approve of me doing that kind of work."

"Oh, but you can," corrected Grace. "Tomorrow morning, you are going to resign. And tomorrow afternoon, you are going to start Montcliff Design. Or whatever other name you want. Maybe Dungeons by Design or something."

Alana giggled at the afterthought but then shook her head. "I really can't, Mistress. I'd never make it out there alone. That never works in architecture."

"Well, first of all, love," replied Grace, "you are not going to be alone. I'll still be with you, as will your slave sisters. Second, you can make it. The reason people aren't successful on their own is they don't have clients. You have tons of them. And thirdly, I have decided that you will do it. Who owns your body, mind and soul?"

"You do, Mistress," came the whispered response.

"That's right," nodded Grace. "And who makes all of the decisions for you?"

"You do, Mistress."

"And if I have decided that you'll do this, what will you do?"

"Do it, Mistress."

"Good girl," smiled Grace as she gave each succulent breast a squeeze and leaned down to kiss her pet. Alana closed her eyes and just surrendered to the moment, enjoying the attentions of her owner.