Princess Alana

Chapter 7: Baiting the Trap

Kelly had released Alana's arms before leaving her to shower and start her day. Alana still had trouble getting used to her new platinum look but found that she was becoming accustomed to her nudity. As she surveyed her body, she wondered if she would eventually become uncomfortable wearing clothes. The people in her firm might object to her showing up naked for work. And then again, they probably wouldn't.

One thing was for sure, though. If she was going to be on display all the time, then she needed to make sure that she was able to exercise. Every little extra ounce would be visible. No billowy sweaters to cover the Winter fat were allowed for slavegirls, she reasoned.

She decided that she would have to talk to Kelly about setting aside some time for exercise. Hopefully, she would at least be allowed to wear a sports bra for that. While she didn't consider her chest to be large, she knew that it was ample enough to cause discomfort if her breasts were allowed to bounce around with reckless abandon.

The thoughts about exercise and her figure must have influenced her menu choices for breakfast. She sat at the table nibbling on a piece of toast and sipping her coffee as she reviewed the notes she had made for the renovation. She had already finished the trim in the living room and dining room. Today, she was going to roll out the walls. After that, she would at least be able to entertain guests. "Are slaves allowed to entertain guests?" she wondered.

By mid-morning, she had finished the living room and had one wall completed in the dining room when she heard a knock at the front door. She took a deep breath, knowing that it must be Meredith, and moved toward the door wondering how all of this would turn out.

"Oh, hi," Alana said as she opened the door to find Meredith on the porch. "I'm so glad you came over."

Meredith's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my. Maybe I should come back later."

"Oh no. Come in," said Alana, stepping aside so her guest could enter. "Let me just put the lid on the paint can and I'll be right back with you."

When Alana returned, she found Meredith still standing in the entryway with the door still wide open. Alana closed the door and then invited her guest into the kitchen. "Would you like some tea?"

"Are you sure?" asked the stunned redhead. "You don't seem like you were expecting guests."

Alana laughed and wrapped an arm around Meredith's waist, guiding her toward the kitchen. "Do you mean because I'm naked?"

"Well," replied Meredith after a pause. "Yes, I mean because you're naked."

"Well don't knock it until you've tried it," laughed Alana again as she led Meredith to a chair and then started to prepare the tea. "It wasn't my idea. But it's the best outfit for rolling out latex paint. You just roll and you don't care what gets splattered. And then you shower. Saves on ruined clothes."

Meredith sat quietly at the table watching the naked neighbor reaching up for teacups and reaching down for teabags. It was all such a confusing experience for her.

"It will take a minute or two for the water to boil. How do you like your tea?" asked Alana as she stepped forward to address her guest.

"With breast," said Meredith in a daze. And then she caught herself. "I meant with cream."

Alana's twinkling eyes caused both women to laugh. "I'm sorry," said Meredith as soon as the giggles died away. "I have just never been served tea by a naked girl."

Alana smiled. "Me neither. But I'm told that it's nice."

The hostess checked on the teapot but the water was still not boiling. Then she turned back to her neighbor. "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable."

"No," replied Meredith. "Not uncomfortable. Strange, but not uncomfortable."

"Strange?"

"A little," responded Meredith. "No. A lot. It just feels so unusual to be sitting here with all of my clothes on with a beautiful naked woman."

Alana laughed. "Well there's no rule in this house that says you have to wear clothes. Take them off if you like."

Meredith's hands flew up, as if protecting herself. "Oh no, I couldn't possibly."

"Suit yourself," said Alana as the teapot started to whistle. "There are no rules that say you have to be naked either."

Alana poured the tea and then sat at the table beside Meredith. "Earlier, you said that it wasn't your idea. Whose idea was it that you be naked?"

Alana had wondered how she would answer this question. But the answer ended up flowing freely from her lips. "My owner rarely lets me wear clothes. And almost never in my own home."

"Oh," said Meredith, lifting the teacup to her lips to buy time to be able to make a response that would not sound dumb. "Well I guess that sending Ted over to borrow a cup of sugar is out of the question, then."

Alana broke out laughing and Meredith quickly joined suit. The two girls guffawed and giggled and snorted together until they finally settled down enough to be able to talk.

"I guess that Ted doesn't like being sent on errands," Alana offered. This sent them into another hysteria of laughter.

"You really are amazing," offered Meredith. "I can't imagine walking around naked like you do. But I love the fact that you can."

"Well, you're welcome to view this is as your own private nudist colony any time you want."

"I think I might like that," said Meredith. "And I hope you don't think me rude. But I have an eleven o'clock appointment that I have to get to. Would you mind if I came back later?"

"Not at all." Alana showed her guest to the door and then returned to the kitchen in time to find Grace and Kelly coming in the back door.

"Well?" asked Grace.

"She had an appointment to keep," responded Alana. "She's coming back this afternoon."

Grace patted Alana's cheek and gave her a "good girl" before leading Kelly back to their house. Alana went back to her painting.

Two hours later, the doorbell rang again. Alana opened the door to find Meredith standing on the porch again.

"How's the painting going?"

"Can't you tell?" asked Alana running her hands down her body to show off all of the speckles. "I just finished the dining room."

"Oh great," replied Meredith. "You're really doing wonders with this old place."

Alana announced that she was going to take a shower and invited Meredith up to the bathroom to keep her company. Meredith decline but, when Alana stepped out of the shower, she found Meredith sitting on the closed toilet waiting for her."

"You shave your sex," observed Meredith.

"Sort of," replied Alana as she toweled herself off.

"Sort of?"

"Well, it's shaved for me," said Alana. She watched Meredith for a response but was met with only a furrowed brow of confusion. She decided not to go any further into her slavery just yet though.

"So have you decided to go with the house unrules yet?" asked Alana as she hung up the towel.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," said Alana, "there are no rules that say you have to be dressed."

"Oh," said Meredith softly. And then she found her voice again. "Yes, you did say that. Why do you ask? Is there another wall to be painted?"

Alana laughed. "I have tons of walls to be painted. But I'm done for today. You wear what you want or don't want, but I'm not in the mood to put anything on."

"Oh," replied Meredith again. This seemed to be her standard response today. "Well, if I join you, can this be just our little secret?"

"It's my house. What happens in here is nobody's business." Alana felt a little twinge of guilt at that comment since she knew that the neighbors were planning on barging in at some point.

"Okay then. Let's try out the dress code. When in Rome…" And with that, Meredith shed her clothes and then followed Alana back to the kitchen for another cup of tea.

"You really are lovely," observed Alana as she ran her eyes over Meredith's form. "Turn for me?"

Meredith blushed at the compliment but did a slow pirouette for her hostess.

"Very nice," observed Alana. "This part of the neighborhood must be the Mammary Mile. Everyone I meet is so well endowed."

Meredith laughed. "Well, you're certainly not suffering in that department. You have beautiful breasts."

"They're no better than yours," responded Alana. "And yours are so perky. I love the way your nipples point at me." Indeed, the nipples did seem to be pointing like little fingers at Alana's face.

"Earlier," Meredith said, but then paused not knowing if she should pry. But then, curiosity got the better of her. "Earlier you said something about your owner not letting you wear clothes."

Alana nodded but remained silent.

"I've been dying to ask about that. What did you mean?"

"I'm a slave," replied Alana matter-of-factly.

"Oh," said Meredith. "I kind of thought that's what you meant. But I wasn't sure. Do you like it?"

"It definitely takes some getting used to," said Alana, honestly. "And I'm still getting used to it."

"How long have you been a slave?"

Alana furrowed her brow to think. "Three days."

"Wow!" exclaimed Meredith. "Is it exciting? I mean do you like being owned?"

Alana laughed. "Ask me that in another couple of weeks. I should know better by then. It does have its advantages, though. I get a lot of pampering. I know I'm treasured. And the orgasms have been sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo intense!"

"That last part sounds good to me," giggled Meredith. "Is your owner a good lover?"

"Not especially," replied Alana. "She's pretty young and still learning. But great sex is mostly in your mind anyways. And my mind seems to be in overdrive when it comes to sex these days."

"Wow!!!! You're owned by another woman? Wowowowowow!!!! Never tried that before!"

"Neither had I," giggled Alana. "That took some getting used to. But it's actually kinda nice once you put your mind to it."

"You're amazing," exclaimed Meredith as she leaned against the counter. "You're so adventurous. Ted would never let me do things like that."

"Well maybe Ted would want you as his own slavegirl."

Meredith blushed and cast her eyes down. "Yes," she said softly, "I'm sure he would."

"Do you and Ted play any sex games?" asked a probing Alana. Meredith simply nodded. "Does he like to tie you up and treat you like a slave?" Again, a nod.

"Oh honey," said Alana as she crossed to Meredith and hugged her. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. You are two consenting adults. Two married consenting adults. You can do whatever you want."

Meredith was surprised at the sudden embrace but found that she liked the feel of warm flesh and soft breasts pressing against her. She wrapped her arms around Alana and returned the embrace.

"How does it make you feel to be his slave?" asked Alana.

"It's okay," replied Meredith. "The sex is good when we do that. But it's still play acting."

Alana slid a hand down to Meredith's bottom and patted it, causing Meredith to press her body tighter against Alana's. It was at this moment that Grace and Kelly walked through the back door.