Surprise! Surprise!

Chapter 5: A Change of Pace

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Em?" asked Jane as they were preparing to leave to visit the Hopewells.

"We were invited, pip," replied Emily as Jane acted the part of the handmaiden and dressed her mistress. "It wouldn't be polite to reject their offer. Besides, we don't have any plans for the rest of the day."

"I don't know. Somehow it just doesn't feel right."

Emily laughed. "You just are embarrassed about being displayed naked and I'm sure you're not looking forward to being raced around their track."

"Well that too," responded Jane. "But there's something else. I can't put my finger on it."

"Oh stop worrying," said Emily as she gave Jane a playful swat to her naked bottom. Jane just sighed and then knelt to fasten Emily's sandals to her feet. Emily had chosen to wear a white sundress, which nicely accented her tan. She had also elected to forgo any underwear, which Jane thought to be too daring, despite the fact that she knew she would be going naked.

The sundress also accented Emily's form. Over the past three weeks, Jane had grown to admire Emily's shape and proportions, and even to become aroused by her owner's body. The dress seemed to highlight, instead of hide, Emily's attributes. While the firm, high 36C breasts were not quite as large as Jane's, she thought they looked perfect on Emily and gave her a svelte and sleeker look than herself. Jane had always thought that she was too busty and would not have minded a smaller set of breasts. Emily's face was beautiful, with dark brown eyes that gave her a Mediterranean look. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than Jane's and had always been worn loose and flowing. She had begun, however, tying it into a ponytail since capturing Jane and now both girls wore their hair that way.

The dress was not tight, but it was tailored to show that Emily had a narrow waist which, combined with her flaring hips, gave her the classic hourglass figure that women always aspired to. In her early twenties, Emily had done some modeling, but gave it up because she didn't like the people with whom she had to associate. But her legs were still those of a fashion model: long and elegant.

"What should we have you wear today, little one?" Emily asked.

"Is that a trick question?" asked Jane sarcastically, which earned her another swat to her bottom.

"You know what I mean. Of course you will go naked. But how shall I decorate you?" she pondered. "I know just the thing!"

She went to the drawer that held Jane's entire wardrobe of chains, cuffs, collars and the like and returned carrying a few items. The first item that she put on Jane was a slender gold waist chain that rested seductively on the upper swells of Jane's hips. Then, she fastened a gold cuff to each wrist and gathered her captive's hands behind her back, latching the cuffs together before attaching them to the waist chain. Finally, Emily knelt and wrapped a wide leather strap around the top of Jane's right thigh and buckled it tightly, securing it in place.

A puzzled Jane looked down at the strap. It was black and was probably three or four inches wide, but seemed to serve no purpose whatsoever. "What's it for?" she asked.

"Beats me," replied Emily as she got back to her feet. "I just thought it would look exotic. Here, take a look." She turned Jane toward the full length mirror eliciting a gasp from Jane as she saw her reflection. The leather band may have served no purpose, but it did indeed look exotic and erotic and seemed to emphasize her status as a slavegirl.

Emily decided that they would walk to their destination since it was a beautiful day and they could cut through the woods and fields without being seen. She let Jane go unleashed, but carried a leash and collar in case she changed her mind later. After the brief walk, they emerged into the neighbor's yard to find the Hopewells relaxing in lawn chairs.

"Here come our guests," proclaimed Bob as he arose from his chair to greet the two girls. Meg also stood up and gave Emily a kiss on the cheek. "You look lovelier than normal," said Meg to Emily. "I'm so glad that you could make it. And I'm glad that you brought your new pet, also."

Jane bristled as she heard herself being referred to as a pet but bit her tongue to keep from getting herself into trouble. Then, as Meg moved to stand in front of her with her eyes roaming as if inspecting the slave, Jane felt her irritation turning into embarrassment and she instinctively cast her eyes downward.

"Oh my, what a catch!" exclaimed Meg.

"I told you that Emily had good taste," offered Bob.

"I think that your exact words were ‘I'll bet that Emily tastes good,'" laughed Meg before turning back to Emily. "She must have been very expensive. Where did you buy her?"

This caused Emily to raise her eyebrows. She had never even dreamed that people were bought and sold in this day and age. "I didn't buy her," she replied. "I captured her."

"Such a much better way to stock your stables," nodded Meg. Much less expensive and

it opens up the whole world as candidates. Although, it comes with a lot more risk."

"Well, I've known Jane for a long time. So I didn't think there was a lot of risk."

"Good for you," smiled Meg. "She really is a wonderful thing. What are your plans for her?"

Jane listened closely to Emily's response. "I don't know really. I said that we'd try it for a month and reassess everything then. We'll just have to see."

Jane was relieved at Emily's response but that relief was quickly dashed when she heard Bob speak up.

"It's a shame. But then again, maybe you'll decide to keep her. And if not, I'm sure we'd be willing to buy her from you," the man said. This sent a chill shooting down Jane's spine.

"She's a tall one," said the diminutive Meg who could not have been more than an inch over five feet tall. Then she laughed. "You both are! In fact, you make a perfect matched set!"

Emily laughed and then sat down when the Hopewells invited her to join them. Jane moved beside Emily and then knelt when she saw her owner point to a spot on the ground.

"So have you thought about racing your filly?" asked Bob.

"No, not really," replied Emily.

"Another shame. She has the build and she appears to have the strength. I'd bet that she would be a very fast ponygirl."

"What's a ponygirl, exactly?" asked Emily. "I've seen some pictures of them on the internet but I assumed that it was just some kind of costume."

"Oh no," responded Meg. "Some people are quite serious about their ponies. And there are pony boys too." Then Meg went on to describe the different types of ponies and how their owners used them. Jane listened in horror as she heard about people being kept in stables and girls pulling carts. Even the equestrian and dressage events were distasteful to her, despite her enjoyment of those things when they were performed with real horses.

"Bob and I find the idea exciting and we have even used some of our slaves as ponies. But more as a change of pace rather than a steady diet."

"How many slaves have you owned?" asked a curious Emily.

"Let's see," replied Bob as he thought for a moment. "We have had five subs, but only one of them was a slave."

"What's the difference?" asked Emily. Meg took over and explained how subs could set limits and how the relationship was frequently not full time. Slaves had no say in things and were frequently full-time. "I guess Jane's a sub then. Well, no," said Emily as she furrowed her brow, "I guess she's a temporary slave. At least for another week."

Meg sighed as she nodded. "Well enjoy her while you can. Does she have any talents?"

Jane was once again becoming irritated. It was driving her crazy to listen to the way that everyone was talking around her. They behaved as if she weren't even there. Or as if she were an inanimate object. ‘Pet!!!' she thought disgustedly.

"Well, she's very good at a lot of things. And she has become quite talented wither tongue in the past three weeks," replied Emily, eliciting a soft groan from Jane. Emily reacted by reaching down and giving Jane's bottom a swat.

"Really? I'll have to check that out some time," said Meg.

"Oh please do. You are welcome to check it out right now, if you like. And Bob, you should feel free to enjoy her too. I'm afraid that I have been remiss lately in my job. I haven't provided her with any male companionship for three weeks. And she's a professed heterosexual."

"That's very generous of you," responded Bob. Then he turned toward his wife. "Shall we?"

Meg grinned and stood up to start shedding her clothes. "Let's." Soon both hosts were naked and were positioning Jane for their pleasure. Meg laid down in the grass and Jane was moved between her legs. With her hands still held behind her, this was difficult for the slavegirl. But it became easier when Bob slid behind her and grasped her arms. At least now she wouldn't have to worry about falling forward. Bob arched his hips forward, spearing his cock deep inside of Jane, causing her to moan as her tongue started working on Meg's sex.

"Is she always this wet?" asked Bob as he turned his head to Emily.

"Always," replied Emily. "At least she has been constantly wet for the past three weeks." Jane heard herself being discussed again but was almost beyond becoming embarrassed at this point. She continued to lap at Meg's sex, flickering her tongue over the clit occasionally, as she enjoyed the filling penetration of Bob.

"You're the only one dressed, my dear," observed Bob. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable without the dress?"

Emily laughed. "I guess I would." She reached behind her back and unzipped the garment, letting it slide down her body to pool at her feet. "When in Rome…"

"Oh very nice. Much better. May I?" asked Bob as he reached a hand out to Emily. Emily drew closer and when she got close enough, Bob wrapped his arm around her hips and pulled her to him.

"So divine," he muttered as his lips moved across the lower swells of Emily's breasts. He kept pistoning in and out of Jane and started playfully nipping at Emily's breast flesh with his teeth.

At this point, Meg, who had been silent other than for her moans, propped herself up on her elbows. She gazed over Jane's head, back and bottom to catch her first glimpse of a naked Emily. "Fabulous!" she exclaimed and then sucked in her breath quickly as Jane's tongue started flickering over her clit again. "She's a magnificent creature, isn't she dear?"

"She's wonderful," he said as he took a break from devouring Emily's breasts. "The two girls really are a matched pair." He slid his hand down between Emily's legs and started stroking her clit as he started to suckle on her nipples.

Emily arched her back to feed her breasts to Bob's lips and teeth and smiled proudly as she heard herself being appraised as an equal to Jane. Emily knew that she was pretty but did not think that she was in the same league as Jane who she thought was truly stunning. And yet her neighbors viewed the two of them as a matched pair.

Meg achieved orgasm first and let out a long, low groan before reaching down and lifting Jane's head. Jane's eyes were closed but her tongue was still fluttering furiously, which caused Meg to laugh. "Whoa girl! If you keep doing that to me, I'll end up in a hospital or something."

Meg then raised Jane higher until she was almost kneeling upright. This made for a difficult angle for Bob so he pulled out of Jane, causing the slavegirl to whimper at her new emptiness. Then he looked up at Emily. "I seem to have lost my place. Would you do me the honors?"

Emily was confused for a moment. She didn't know if Bob was asking her to help him reinsert his cock in Jane or if he wanted to impale her. Never one to look a gift cock in the mouth, she quickly took the initiative and laid back in the grass, opening her legs in invitation to Bob. Bob shuffled between the spread thighs and then leaned forward letting his member slide into the waiting and wet sex. "Ahhhh! Home at last!" he groaned.

In the meantime, Meg took advantage of Bob's disengagement and straightened Jane all the way up. "Much better," she declared as she knelt before the kneeling slave and kissed her. Meg's hands roamed down to Jane's breasts and captured them, squeezing until the firm globes of flesh oozed from between her fingers. "All the goodies are available now."

Bob and Emily continued their passionate coupling, occasionally glancing over at Meg and Jane. Meg had lowered her head and was moving from one nipple to the other, sucking them into her mouth, nibbling on them, and then stretching them away from Jane's chest only to let her teeth graze along them as they slowly slid from between her lips. Meg's hand was between Jane's legs with three fingers thrust inside the girl and her thumb moving furiously back and forth across the swollen clit. Jane had her head thrown back with her eyes closed and was simply making unintelligible sounds.

All three of them climaxed almost simultaneously and the air was filled with moans and whimpers. Bob collapsed on top of Emily and she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him to hold him in place and to keep his cock lodged inside of her. Meg had to hold Jane up to keep her from toppling forward but finally managed to lay her down on her side. Then, Meg laid down in front of her, kissing the girl and licking her own juices from Jane's lips.

"Well, that was fun," Emily told Jane as she led her slave back toward home later in the day. "Wasn't it?"

"It was sure different," observed Jane. "They must have a very different kind of relationship."

"I think they're just a very open couple," said Emily. "I really like them both. And it was sure nice to get fucked. I was about to start crawling the walls. Maybe I should get us a strap-on to play with."

Jane just shook her head as she listened to her sex-crazed owner. That evening, the phone rang and it was Meg. She chatted with Emily for a long time before Emily hung up the phone and plopped down on the couch beside Jane. "We've been invited back tomorrow afternoon. It seems they had as much fun as we did. We'll go swimming if it's nice."

"What else did you talk about?" asked Jane.

"You mostly," was the reply. "They seem to be quite taken by you."

"That's nice. As long as I'm not taken by them. Being taken by one person is quite enough for me, thank you," said Jane.

Emily laughed at Jane's play on words and gave her slave a hug. "You can be so cute! As a matter of fact, she did happen to mention that they were thinking about getting back into slave ownership and asked me to consider selling you to them."

"You wouldn't!" gasped Jane.

"I told them I'd think about it," responded Emily before breaking out laughing. "Of course I wouldn't sell you to them, silly. If you're going to remain in slavery, you will be my slave." Jane nodded warily.