Surprise! Surprise!

Chapter 4: No Longer a Game

By the third week, things had settled into a routine. Jane would generally awaken first. Since she was chained to the bed each night, she could not get up by herself. But if she had been given an assignment for the morning or had to use the bathroom, then she needed to wake up Emily in an appropriate way.

She learned what was appropriate and what was not the hard way. Shaking Emily awake was clearly inappropriate. She learned this by being immediately spanked after using that method. Making noises was equally inappropriate. She spent most of a day lashed spread eagle between two poles in the yard for trying that. One morning, she found an alarm clock on the bed stand and set it to ring one minute later. That earned her a night on the floor, hog-tied and gagged.

She kept experimenting but was starting to come to the conclusion that all acceptable methods involved her lips. She learned that kissing Emily awake was appropriate. Suckling her nipples was appropriate. And one morning when Emily had a pillow clutched to her chest and covering her face, Jane discovered that kissing her owner's sex was considered appropriate.

Despite her earlier misgivings about lesbian sex, Jane discovered that it was not all that bad. And she discovered, much to her surprise, that she especially enjoyed it when Emily reciprocated. Having a feminine tongue urging her to orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced.

After Jane negotiated her way from bed each morning, her ankles were hobbled and her wrists were, in some way, cuffed to prevent her escape. She then spent the morning cooking, cleaning and serving for her mistress.

The early afternoons generally found her outside tending the gardens or otherwise landscaping. Emily told her that this was the best way for her to get the all-over toasted tan look that Emily was looking for. Other than a few metal bands and chains, there was nothing to hide her flesh from the sun.

And then, late in the afternoon, Emily would take her for a run. She said that she wanted her slavegirl to remain fit and to be the envy of all other slaves and owners. Sometimes, Emily would take her on long runs, in which case, Jane was allowed to wear a sports bra. On other days, Jane was totally naked except for her bindings.

This was one of the days when she was totally naked. A sturdy chain was wrapped around her waist and her wrists were cuffed to the chain. Emily wore shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers, but Jane was denied even the protection for her feet. She didn't mind going shoeless so much because the trails were generally clear and free of sticks and rocks that would cause her pain. But going braless was very uncomfortable as her ample breasts would bounce as if they were on a workout schedule of their own.

They were half way through the run on this afternoon when disaster struck. At least, it was a disaster as far as Jane was concerned. They had just emerged from the woods into a small clearing when they heard the voice.

"Nice filly you have there," said the male voice.

Emily immediately stopped and Jane almost bumped into her, but managed to stop moments before the collision. Emily looked around to find the source and then smiled.

"Thank you, Bob," she said. "She's a very fine filly. But I hope we haven't embarrassed you. I didn't expect anyone to be around."

"No problem," he said. "I've just been taking down the old fence. I've been at it for five months and just got around to this section. Good timing on my part, eh?" And no, you haven't embarrassed me. I have quite an appreciation for a fine slavegirl. I assume she is your slave?"

"There's a conversation you don't hear very often," thought Jane. "Two neighbors discussing a slave!" Ordinarily, she would have raised her hands to provide some modesty but her bindings prevented that. Plus she had spent three weeks without clothes, so she was becoming accustomed to her nudity.

Bob walked over to Emily and shook her hand. "We don't see much of you. I guess I know why now. How long have you owned her?"

"Three weeks or so," replied Emily. "She's fairly new."

"Yes she is," replied Bob. "But you obviously have her very well trained. May I?" he asked as he stepped in front of Jane.

This is when Jane started regretting not darting back into the woods. Here she was, stark naked with her arms pinned to her sides by the chain around her waist and a stranger standing in front of her appraising her as if she were an object for sale.

He smiled at her and then used his thumb and forefinger from one hand to pry her lips apart. He kept applying pressure until he had opened her mouth and used a finger from his other hand to run it around her teeth and gums. Then, he grasped her tongue and stretched it out of her mouth for inspection. She wondered if he was a dentist or horse trader in real life.

"Nice. Very nice," he commented to Emily.

Then he stepped back slightly and reached out to lift Jane's breasts in his hands, letting his thumbs stroke back and forth across the nipples and causing them to stand out proudly. "You might consider rings," he remarked, eliciting a gasp from Jane.

Then he crouched down and ran his hands up and down her legs to continue the inspection. He ended by slipping a finger easily into her sex and drawing it out letting the sunlight show how it was glistening with her juices. This caused Jane's cheeks to burn red in embarrassment.

"You have a real thoroughbred here," he said as he turned back to Emily. "Bring her by the house tomorrow and we can try her on the track. You might have a racer."

"Wait!" exclaimed Emily, when she finally realized that her neighbor was serious. "What are you talking about? I was worried about embarrassing you but you seem to be very comfortable with the idea of me owning a slave."

"Oh, Emily," he smiled. "I know all about slaves. I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with you owning one, but Meg and I have had some in the past."

With that, he returned to his work. "Enjoy the rest of your day. And if you want, tomorrow at around 3 o'clock would work for us."

After cooling down and bathing together, the two girls went outside for some pleasurable relaxation. It was a warm, sunny day and Emily spread a blanket on the lawn before helping Jane to lie down. Jane's wrists were cuffed to a collar that Emily had placed on her after the bath and, therefore, it was awkward for her to lie down by herself. When Emily was done positioning Jane, she knelt over her face and then leaned down to taste her slavegirl. She smiled when she found Jane's sex already very wet and realized that Jane seemed to be in a constant state of high sexual arousal. Very quickly, Jane's tongue started lapping at Emily's sex and, for the next thirty minutes, the two girls urged each other to several orgasms apiece. Finally, an exhausted Emily rolled off of Jane and then rearranged herself to cuddle and kiss her slave. "Wow! I think we need another bath!"

"Mmmmm," was all that Jane could say as she nuzzled against Emily's neck.

"So tell me, pip," asked Emily after a lengthy amount of cuddling, "is this as horrible as you imagined?"

"Well, it's not exactly nice being chained up all the time, you know."

"I suppose not," replied Emily. "But it wouldn't be the same if you were totally free. This is supposed to be an exciting experience. A vacation from the stresses of life. Don't you feel freer now? Less inhibited? More alive?

Jane laughed. "Well running around naked all the time sure makes a person less inhibited. And it is kind of exciting in a strange way, but it's still pretty embarrassing."

"You must love that kind of humiliation then?" observed Emily but she worded it as a question.

"Why do you say that?" asked Jane.

Emily slid her hand down, letting her palm glide over the satiny skin of Jane's belly and then slipped a finger into Jane's sex. "This is why. You've been positively sopping the entire time you've been here."

"Oh," was Jane's only response as she felt her face blushing.

That night, Jane had difficulty falling asleep. Early on in her captivity, she had decided to go along with Emily and simply endure it and try to view this as the vacation that Emily had talked about. After all, she trusted Emily completely and it was only for a month. At least she hoped it was only for a month. Emily had talked about trying it for a month but Jane couldn't remember exactly what Emily had said and whether or not she could call it quits at the end of that month.

But what was troubling her most was the way she was changing and what she was feeling as time went on. Emily's glistening finger had provided proof that she was constantly aroused these days. Being a chained and naked slavegirl was highly erotic to her. And Emily had been right about it freeing her. She felt no obligations, responsibilities or concerns. She had to make no decisions and had no problems to solve. The lifestyle had it advantages and it was very healthy. She was well fed, she was exercised frequently and she was even pampered most of the time.

This created a huge problem in itself, however. She had always been ambitious and driven. How could she reconcile the ambitions with her newfound contentment at being a slavegirl? She wrestled with this conflict until sleep finally overtook her.