Princess Alana

Chapter 6: Adding to the Flock

Alana was the main attraction of the small birthday party. Grace and Kelly celebrated alone with the new slavegirl acting as the centerpiece for the dinner. Grace did all of the cooking and serving, allowing Alana to worry as she laid on the dining room table with her arms and legs outstretched.

Instead of eating with the mother at one end of the table and the daughter at the other end, they each sat on a side, facing one another. This also provided the advantage of being able to reach most of the interesting parts of the centerpiece. When the dinner was over, Grace asked Kelly if she was ready for her birthday cake. The young girl squealed and clapped her hands together. Grace then took a slender birthday candle and held it to the side over Alana's left breast.

"You get two candles this year, Kelly." The wax started to drip onto Alana's tender flesh causing her to wince and jerk in her bindings. "One is for becoming an adult."

When enough of the wax had dripped onto the firm breast, Grace turned the candle and stuck the end into the molten wax, holding it for a moment until the wax hardened enough to hold up the candle. Then she repeated her actions with a second candle held above the other breast.

"The second one is in celebration of your first slave. How does it feel to be an adult and a slave owner?"

"Oh gosh Mom," replied Kelly. Today has been wonderful. And I can't think of a better present than Alana. But it's all happening so fast that I don't know what to think."

The next morning, Alana was allowed to return to her home, but this time as a platinum blonde. As part of Kelly's present, the two women cut Alana's hair to just above the shoulders, despite Alana's protests and struggling. Then, they bleached the blonde locks until they were a bright platinum blonde color. After blowing and shaping the mane, they finally allowed Alana to view herself in the mirror. She was amazed at her transformation and hardly recognized herself. What she saw in the mirror was a strikingly beautiful and highly erotic slave.

When she returned to her home, she was never left alone. Kelly and Grace took turns minding their new captive and changing her bindings to suit whatever the chore was that Alana wanted to pursue. For the most part, simple shackles around her ankles did the trick. These allowed her the use of her hands for scraping and sanding and painting but did not allow her to go very far. Escape was out of the question.

The phone rang midmorning and Kelly answered it. Then she presented the phone to Alana. "It's Meredith. She wants to know if you can come over for dinner tonight."

Alana took the phone and talked to her other neighbor. "That's very kind of you."

"Yes, tonight would work fine."

"All right, I'll see you at 6. Can I bring anything?"

"See you at 6 then."

In mid-afternoon, Kelly had Alana stop for the day and instructed her new charge to call work and request a second week off. Reluctantly, Alana did as she was told and was rewarded with a second week of vacation. If her firm needed her for a special project or meeting, she agreed to come in for one of those days, but other than that, she was free. "Well, freedom isn't really the right word," she thought.

Kelly bound Alana's wrists behind her and then bathed her slavegirl. Throughout the cleansing, Kelly took ample time to explore her new property's body. After the bath, Alana stood in the center of her bedroom as Kelly oiled her body, rubbing it until Alana shined in the afternoon sun.

"Oooo you look wonderful like this. You look like a goddess," admired Kelly. Once her slavegirl was glistening, Kelly took advantage of the oil on her fingers to play with Alana's sex, rubbing up and down, toying with the little clit that was peeking out of its hiding place so invitingly, and slipping fingers into the standing slave. Alana tried to back away but was immediately corrected with a slap on the bottom.

Kelly pushed three fingers into Alana, causing the girl to moan. A fourth finger slid in alongside the first three and Kelly kept moving her fingers in and out of the swampy sex. A tongue flickered over the clit, eliciting little quivers over Alana's belly and more moans from her lips.

"I'll bet I could get my whole hand in there," observed Kelly.

"Oh god no," protested Alana. But the intense feelings swirling in her body were betraying her again and she spread her legs a little wider to accommodate the fist. Kelly pushed exploringly getting a little deeper with each thrust but Alana climaxed before she could finish the experiment. "Next time, no tongue," thought Kelly. "This girl just climaxes too fast."

Kelly selected an outfit for Alana's date. A blue sundress was laid on the bed with the theory that blue would hide the fact that Alana would be wearing nothing beneath it. Kelly knew, however, that it wouldn't really hide that fact. But it should prevent anyone from clearly seeing the nipples or the newly shaved sex.

"I'm trusting you to return tonight," Kelly said to Alana as they stood inside the door.

"Where else would I go?" asked Alana. "This is my home."

"Yes. But just remember that you belong to me. Don't try to get cute or it could get you in trouble. We have your signature on the contract and we have the tape." The threat sounded a little lame coming from the lips of a teenager. But Alana understood what was meant.

Alana sighed and nodded before opening the door and leaving for her date with the other neighbors. "At least I can't be captured. I can only have one owner, can't I?" she thought.

Ted and Meredith were gracious hosts. And Ted was much better behaved when his wife was there to prevent any of his sexual innuendos. Meredith was a beautiful woman, slightly older than Alana, with flowing, wavy red locks. Her green eyes sparkled as she talked and Alana found her positively captivating. Alana understood why Grace wanted to capture and enslave this woman, but she seemed so demure that it wasn't clear how Grace intended to do this.

Meredith's shyness gradually wore away and, by the end of the meal, the two women were gabbing incessantly. They left Ted to fend for himself with the television remote control as they disappeared into the kitchen to laugh and giggle. Within the space of an evening, they seemed to be best friends.

The evening ended with an invitation for the couple to come over the next morning to see the progress being made on the house. Ted had to decline the offer since he was to be away all day at a golf tournament. Meredith eagerly accepted the invitation, however.

Alana found Kelly waiting for her after she got back to the house. After being briefed by Alana, the teenager called her mother and the two laid plans for Saturday. After Kelly hung up the phone, she told Alana about the plans as she gathered her pet's hands behind her back and bound them again.

"Mom and I are going to leave you alone tomorrow morning. We'll leave you unbound," she said, "but we expect you to be naked. You can tell Meredith whatever you wish about why you are naked, but Mom thinks that the truth would work best."

"Oh Kelly, how can I?" complained Alana. "I've only just met her."

"Well, you hadn't even met Mom but you were prancing around for her pretty good last week."

Alana groaned. "What do I do then?"

"Well, we'll have to see how she reacts. She might go screaming back to her house when she sees you naked. But Mom think she'll probably stay. So then you give her a tour, chat with her, serve her coffee, or even lunch. Try to keep her here as long as you can," the young owner explained. "We'll be watching to see if she leaves."

"If she doesn't stay very long, we'll have to come up with another plan. If she does stay for awhile, then we'll just happen to come by. And we'll take it from there."

"Are you going to tell her I'm your slave?"

"Not sure," replied Kelly. "We'll have to play that by ear. But now it's time for bed. Let's go. I've been dying to test out that tongue of yours."

Alana had started to move toward the stairs but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that last sentence. "You have to be kidding! I can't do that!"

"Oh, you can, sweet thing," smiled Kelly. "You can and you will."

"But I've never…" The words were cut off abruptly by a hard smack to a naked bottom that sent Alana scampering up the stairs, followed closely by Kelly who kept trying to get another swat in.

Kelly would have preferred Alana lying on the bed with her but didn't think that would work with the girl's hands tied behind her back. And she did not want to release the slave for fear that she would struggle or resist. After all, Alana was bigger than Kelly and was in great shape.

So, Kelly decided that Alana's first taste of another woman would occur with the slave kneeling. That was actually quite appropriate, thought Kelly. Slaves should spend a lot of time kneeling before their owners.

Kelly quickly disrobed but decided that, in the future, she should have Alana dress and undress her. But she would need her hands for that, so Kelly did it herself. Kelly then placed Alana's collar around her neck and then attached the leash to it to draw Alana forward as she perched on the edge of the bed. Tugging down on the leash urged Alana to a kneeling position between Kelly's legs. Kelly then leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows so she could watch, and instructed her property.

"I think I would like you to call me Mistress from now on. I'm not old enough to be a Ma'am. And Miss doesn't sound quite right. But maybe when we are in public I'll have you call me Miss Kelly. For now, though, I think Mistress would be good. What do you think?"

Alana felt a surge of anger but was able to control her temper as she looked over the naked expanse of Kelly's body. "Yes Mistress," she replied. "I think that would be fine."

Kelly smiled brightly and then tugged on the leash drawing Alana's face closer to her crotch. "Time to get started. You know what to do."

"But that's the problem, Kel… I mean Mistress. I don't know what to do. I've never done this before.

"Oh," replied a surprised Kelly. "Well that's no problem. You know what you like. Just do that to me. And if I don't like it, I'll correct you." She reached for the riding crop that was lying on the bed and swished it through the air. "I'm sure you'll pick up on it quickly enough. You're a very smart princess."

Again, the leash was tugged and Alana found her lips pressed against the already slick petals of Kelly's sex. Cautiously, she poked her tongue out and tasted, for the first time, the dewy sweetness of another woman. And she found that it was not nearly as bad as she had feared. In fact, it tasted okay. She had tasted herself before as she licked her fingers after masturbating and that had been fine. Kelly tasted very similar.

After the initial taste, and knowing that it was inevitable, Alana's tongue grew bolder. She parted the petals easily and then scooped up between them with a curled tongue. "I can do this," she thought.

Alana developed a method in her mind of the perfect oral sex based on a composite of techniques used by the best lovers of her past. She would flicker her tongue over the erect clit for a few moments and then stab her tongue deeply into Kelly's sex. When she returned to the clit, she sucked it into her mouth using suction to let it pulse in and out of her lips. This drew some praise from her owner.

"Oooo! Like that!" squealed Kelly. "I'll have to remember that trick!"

Alana finally released the little nubbin and used her teeth to capture and nibble the fleshy petals, moving her teeth up and down the length of each. Then, she returned to scooping her tongue up through the moist valley.

Kelly was squirming on the bed at this point. Her arms were outstretched and her hands clutched the bedcovers. She was moaning loudly as Alana captured the clit with her lips again. This time, when she sucked the little bud into her mouth, her teeth captured it lightly and she let her tongue flutter over the tip. It took only seconds to elicit a groan from Kelly as her entire body tensed in a powerful orgasm.

"That was awesome!" proclaimed Kelly after her body stopped shaking. "Let's do it again."

Alana rolled her eyes at the command but nodded obediently. "Yes Mistress," she said as she dipped her head again to use her lips and tongue to provide her owner with another orgasm.

Thankfully, the second orgasm satiated Kelly who quickly drifted off to sleep, naked on top of the bed with her arms spread wide and her legs dangling off the side of the bed. This left Alana with a couple of problems. First, her face was coated with Kelly's juices and she desperately wanted to wash her face and brush her teeth, but her hands were tied behind her back. Her bound hands contributed to her second problem. She was tired and wanted to go to bed but Kelly was spread over the top of it and Alana was in no position to move her.

The naked slavegirl was able to partially solve the first problem. She was able to turn on the faucet by turning her back to the sink and using her bound hands. She couldn't brush her teeth but she was able to squeeze a little toothpaste out of the tube, which she then scooped up with her tongue when she turned around to face the sink again. She ducked her head down and sucked in some of the flowing water to swish it around in her mouth with the toothpaste making a crude sort of mouthwash. Then she rinsed her face off in the water and dried it by rubbing it against one of the hanging towels.

The second problem, however, seemed insurmountable so she just crawled onto the bed with he owner, wiggled into an open space, and then looked for a comfortable position. She found that there were no comfortable positions for girls with their hands bound behind their backs. But lying on her side was the least uncomfortable. That is how she fell asleep.

She awoke once in the middle of the night to find Kelly quietly suckling on one of her nipples. She turned slightly to pull her nipple free but Kelly kept finding it. She finally left the nipple between Kelly's lips and drifted back to sleep. In the morning, she awoke to find Kelly's back pressed tightly against Alana's front in a spooning position.

"I slept like a baby last night," declared Kelly as she stretched beside the bed.

"Yes you did, Mistress," replied Alana remembering Kelly's late night suckling and the near-fetal position that she found her owner in in the morning.