From nowhere@nowhen.com Thu Apr 24 22:39:24 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!ix.netcom.com!news From: nowhere@nowhen.com (Legion) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Re-re-post: Lottery 1-40 in 25 parts - lottry23.txt [1/1] Date: 25 Apr 1997 02:39:24 GMT Organization: None of The Above Lines: 621 Message-ID: <5jp5gs$bg5@dfw-ixnews7.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: pon-mi7-33.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Thu Apr 24 9:39:24 PM CDT 1997 X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.8 (16bit) Chapter 37 Go With The Flow The other girls descended on Teresa, en masse, except for Sherry, who was still in school. They whisked her away in a giggling storm before I could catch my breath. She stared over her shoulder at me with a sort of lost expression. I didn't see her for another half an hour, when the harem reconvened for lunch. She was in high spirits, laughing and joking with the girls, obviously enjoying their company. Rachel caught my eye and gave me an OK signal. I relaxed a little, the precipitous way she'd been greeted would have turned off many women. Alima, for instance. "Hi, master." She said as Tara and Thuy served lunch. "Hello." I returned. "But you aren't a slave girl now, Teresa. Call me Paul." "I think I'd rather call you master, like the other girls." She tossed her head to move the hair out of her eyes. "If that's all right with you." "You've been talking to Mei, haven't you?" I said, sighing. Mei laughed at me. "She has not!" The Chinese girl denied firmly. "That's after lunch." And she speared a roll with her knife. "Actually, I've been talking to everyone." Teresa said. "And I like what I see so far. A lot. If half of what they tell me is true I'm going to love it here." "Well, don't believe everything you hear." I warned her. "Even Mei's been here less than three weeks. Although it seems like a lifetime." And I smiled at the Chinese girl warmly. "Don't listen to him, Teresa." Alima cut in. "You're going to adore it here." "Especially when you join the club." Thuy slipped into her chair and started to ladle soup into her bowl. "Club?" Teresa asked. Everyone but Tara glanced at me. Tara looked as puzzled as Teresa. I rolled my eyes. "Master?" Mei asked, mischeviously. "Go ahead. She'll find out sooner or later." "Teresa, no one here except for yourself and Tara are slave girls anymore." Mei said solemnly, eyes sparkling. She sat straight and dignified. "I don't understand." Teresa said guardedly.. "I thought you were." "No." She shook her head solemnly. "We're handmaidens, not slave girls." "What's a handmaiden?" Teresa asked, dipping her head oddly. It reminded me of a dog bluffing an enemy. "A handmaiden is a 24 hour slave girl." Mei said solemnly. "We're really and truly his property. We've given ourselves to him completely." "Wow." Teresa breathed, impressed. Tara looked uncomfortable. "How do I join up?" "You don't." I said firmly. "Why not?" Her protest was plaintive. "You're still a virgin for one thing. For another, I've decided that before I let a slave girl become a handmaiden she's got to have been here at least a month." "Oh. That's fair, I guess." Teresa conceded. "But you said no one's even been here for three weeks." "They ganged up on me." I explained. "Mei's the ringleader. At the risk of being maudlin, I've got to say this and I want all of you to listen." I stared around the table. "I want the best for all of you. I don't want to force anyone to do anything that's really against their will. But a handmaiden has to do everything I command, even if she doesn't want to." I gazed soberly at Teresa. "Let me demonstrate. Mei, come here." Mei rose instantly to come stand before me. I pushed my chair back. "Lean over my lap. I'm going to spank you right now." Startled, Mei froze for a moment, then did as I bid. Teresa's eyes got very large. I raised my hand and with a theatrical grimace brought it down against Mei's behind. The hardest part was slowing my hand just before I struck so it came down as a firm touch rather than a painful blow. I helped her up. She seemed a bit shaken. "You see?" I asked Teresa. "Tonight, after six o'clock I could do that to you. But I can do it whenever I like to Mei Ling. I could rape her right here in front of everyone. Or I could order Melinda to strip naked and play with herself." The Phillipino girl blushed furiously. "You can see that embarasses her. Think about all of it before you're so eager to enslave yourself full time." "I hadn't thought of that." Teresa admitted. "You're a good master." Mei declared loyally, smiling at me. "You'd never hurt any of us. And I trust you completely." "Yes, well, hrmph." I sagged, defeated by Mei's tactic. "Just think before you act, that's all I'm saying, Teresa." "I will." She promised. "Oh, master, that reminds me!" Mei said brightly. "I ordered our collars! They should be here today." "I thought I told you I had final approval." I said ominously. "Do you trust me, master?" Mei wheedled. I blinked. The crafty minx! "Mei Ling Wu, if I didn't know better I'd swear you just bamboozled me." I accused her. She grinned. "Maybe because I just bamboozled you?" She asked sweetly. I had to laugh. She'd conned me into handing her one of the oldest straight lines in the book. The other handmaidens looked on eagerly, waiting for details. Teresa and Tara both seemed interested too. "So tell me about them." "Believe it or not they're from Tiffany's." Mei said. "Platinum alloyed with irridium, guaranteed hypoallogenic, with a titanium core to reduce the weight. They're a heavy serpentine chain design, with linkes about a half inch long. The closure is a spring-loaded hollow link, also of platinum. Once closed, the collar won't slip off over the head, although it's very loose around the base of the neck. The collar's impervious to anything short of a diamond saw or those huge cutters they use to cut thick chain with." "And the inscripton?" I asked, interested. Mei smiled, caught up in her story. "One rune in each link of the chain. Almost indetectable, unless you know what you're loooking at." "How much?" "Nine thousand, five." She said. Gina whistled. "Is that a slave collar or a necklace?" She wondered aloud. "It's both. Are you sure you're willing to wear it for the rest of your life?" I asked the black girl. She nodded instantly. "You bet. I can't wait." "I'm first!" Mei said, almost fiercely. "Of course, Mei." Gina said, chuckling. The rest of lunch ran down, ending with Mei whisking Teresa off to the library. After they got done about two I had a long, heart to heart talk with Teresa, making sure she was absolutely certain she would want to do this. She ended with a heart warming statement. "I know you're going to enslave me. I know it's going to be humiliating, and it might even hurt. I know you're going to do things to me tonight that I've always dreamed of, and I'm scared to death. But I want it. More than I've ever wanted anything in my life." "Then go prepare yourself, Teresa. You won't be eating dinner tonight, you understand why?" She snorted. "I understand. I wouldn't want to waste it, would I?" And she shivered. A private car arrived at the gate at four-thirty, containing a very polite young man accompanied by an extremely polite gorrilla with a bulge under his jacket. They demanded (genteelly, of course!) to see identification before they handed over the package. Then they bid me good day and silently departed. The girls crowded around, anything but polite in their eagerness. The library still wasn't really crowded, even with nine people. There were thirteen collars, Mei showing confidence bordering on arrogance. She merely smiled when I scolded her. "Master, I guarantee every one of your slave girls will eventually beg to wear her collar." The chinese girl declared. "Hmph." I wasn't convinced of that at all, I wouldn't let myself be, otherwise I'd fall into hopeless arrogance. The box also contained a tool to close the collars, the handles of which were two feet long. It warned that the collars could never be removed without destroying the link, and was very explicit about it. One might even say gruesome. Even Mei was subdued by the warnings. I hoped she'd reconsider, but she shook her head. "Forever, master." She whispered, letting the heavy necklace slide over her hand. The necklaces also came with a temporary link, like normal necklaces have, for fitting purposes. Other than the fact that it could be easily opened by the wearer it looked just like the permanent link. "Please, master, now?" Mei begged, smiling winningly. "Pretty please?" "See what I mean about getting ganged up on?" I asked Teresa with a long suffering sigh. She tried to hide a smile. "Poor, poor, master!" Mei crooned. "Didum's harem scare 'um?" "Let us have a moment of silence." I intoned in the pained hush that followed. "Yet another hideous pun is unleashed upon the unsuspecting world." I bowed my head in prayer. Alima's snicker ruined the effect. "No respect!" I turned my eyes to the ceiling. "Master?" Mei prodded. "Please may I wear my collar now?" "No, Mei, you may not." I said firmly. The look of disappointment on her face was genuine. Bravely she tried to shrug it off. I smiled at her. "Don't worry, Dragon Lady. Tonight, I promise." You'd have thought I'd handed her a million dollars. Her smile lit up my soul. "Thank you, master!" She hugged me. Hugging her to me I turned to the Latin girl. "Teresa, it's almost five o'clock. Your fantasy begins promptly at six. If it's ok with you, I'd like you to shower and change while the rest of us have dinner. Ok?" "Fine." Teresa tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes. Which was odd because her bangs didn't come down to her eyebrows. "Could I eat later, do you think?" She asked. I chuckled. "If you feel up to it." As Teresa left the other girls looked at each other curiously. "All right, girls, it's time for a harem meeting. Tara, you're invited, although what I'll be discussing only applies to the handmaidens. Do you want in?" "Of course." Tara said easily. "I belong here now." Melinda smiled at Tara. Thuy looked on with smug approval. Alima and Mei were non- comittal, but not openly hostile to Tara's declaration. Rachel was studying the red-haired girl thoughtfully. "I don't really know how to begin." I said, looking around, studying the girls in turn. "Each of you has become so precious to me, it's like I've died and gone to heaven. Each of you is incomparable! I really hadn't dreamed that such women as you existed." "And now you're asking to become my slave girls in all truth, to become my property. It thrills me. And it scares the living daylights out of me!" I stared around. Mei was smiling warmly, almost radiating peace and contentment. Rachel too, seemed contented. Thuy was leaning forward, listening avidly. Alima looked calm and collected, but I noticed the way her knuckles had whitened where she held her hands clasped around her knee. Sherry was the one that froze my attention. Her face was naked longing, her eyes the eyes of a child denied affection too long. She didn't want to be a slave, but she wanted love so desperately she'd do anything to obtain it. And I didn't dare draw attention to it for fear of hurting her. So I let my eyes continue. Gina for once wasn't sad, she had that same serene dignity she'd shown during Brian's visit. It made her beautiful the way a great work of art is, the more you study it, the more there is to see. Melinda was watching quietly, her face betraying no hint of the emotional storm that surely raged behind her bland expression. And Tara, my lovely elf maiden, showed only an interested curiousity, as though what was happening didn't affect her at all. I wondered if she was really part of the harem, or just playing another game. "Mei Ling Wu." I held my hand out to her. "Come kneel before me." She rose and paced the two steps that separated us like a queen. Regally she knelt, bowing her head. "Are you absolutely certain you wish to become my property? To give me your body and your soul?" "I would die for you, master." She said clearly in the hushed room. "Never, Dragon Lady." I said, overcome by emotion. "Live for me." And I bit back a sob. Mei looked up and met my eyes. "Forever, master." She reached up and took my hand. Then she laid it against her cheek. I blinked rapidly and told myself I was not going to cry. In a rough voice I said. "Bring me your collar." Mei rose and reverently picked up the heavy chain. Raising it to her lips, obvlious to the other girls she kissed it then with great dignity returned and knelt. Bowing her head she lifted the chain to me the way she'd lifted Gina's leash on the black girl's first night. As corny as it sounds that moment is one I'll remember to the day I die. Every detail is etched indelibly on my mind's eye. I can see the late afternoon sunlight shimmering on the necklace as it dripped from her fingers. I can smell Mei's perfume mixed with the dust of the books, I can feel the leather of the chair under me. I can almost reach out and feel the silkiness of her hair as she kneels before me. But all magic ends, and so it was with this moment. Mei lifted her head and gazed at me with those wonderful almond eyes, her very pose a plea. Reaching down slowly, almost reluctantly, I took the cold silver chain from her hands. "You must be naked." I said. "From this day forward you will wear clothing only with my permission, is that understood?" "Yes, master." Smiling, Mei stood up and reached behind her to untie the neckstrap of her halter. Letting it bare her small perfect breasts she undid the backstrap. The halter fell to the floor as she opened her shorts and pulled them and panties down in a single smooth motion. Naked and unconcerned she smiled at me in all her radiant beauty. "Tara, bring the temporary fitting link." I commanded, my eyes never leaving Mei's form. The red-haired girl must have obeyed, because I felt the coolness pressed into my palm. "Are you certain, Mei Ling?" I asked, somehow sad. I knew things would never be the same between us again. Not necessarily worse, almost certainly better, but different. "With all my heart, my lord and master." She said, her smile warm enough to melt the heart of Satan himself. "Turn around. Hold up your hair." Silently she obeyed me. I laid the necklace around her throat and fastened it just as if it were a regular necklace. It was cold to the touch but Mei didn't shiver. Letting her hair fall she turned, the necklace gleaming against her golden skin. "Mei Ling, now you are truly owned. You belong to me forevermore." "Yes, master." She savored the word, repeating it softly to herself. "Shall I bring you the tool to seal the collar?" "No." I said, studying her. "I am not going to seal the collar until you have proven yourself." "Master?" Mei cocked her head. "It's easy to say you'll do anything for me. But will you, really?" "Of course." Mei said, laughing. "Then a task for you, Mei Ling Wu." "Anything, master." "Bring your sister to my bed, and bind her there for me. Make love to her, until she faints. Then hold her open for me." Mei's face went absolutely bloodless. She began to shake. Sinking to her knees she shook her head from side to side. "I-I-" She stuttered. Then she said something softly in Chinese. And she started to cry. I looked at the other girls to see their reactions. Rachel was staring at me appalled. But she didn't say anything, looking away rather than meeting my eyes. Gina looked disturbed, but didn't flinch away from Mei's misery. Sherry, Alima, and Melinda didn't seem upset by my words, although they obviously didn't enjoy seeing Mei like this. Tara seemed excited by what I'd said to Mei, but even though the two girls weren't friends, she was moved by Mei's predicament. "Please, master, ask me to do anything but that!" Mei wailed, heartbroken. "Xao Ping's not like me, she wouldn't like it at all! She wouldn't be willing! You wouldn't want to rape her, not my sister!" Mei looked on the edge of collapse. "To seal your collar, you must make her willing, Mei Ling. But I never said you had to seal your collar to stay with me for the rest of our lives." "But how can I stay with you if I deny you anything, master?" Mei sobbed, her nose running. I gathered her in anyway. She grabbed me hard enough to bruise, making my breath woosh out. Her strength was bone crushing, but I endured it until she recalled herself and eased her grip. "Hush, little Mei, shh, it's ok." I stroked her shaking back and let her finish crying on her own. She finally broke away, her tear stained face twisted in anguish still. She started to say something but I put my fingers against her lips. "No, Mei Ling. Be slient yet a while. Listen to me. Really listen." I stared at her, wanting her so desperately to obey me now if she never did again. Slowly, she nodded. "I don't want your sister, Dragon Lady. Not now, and not ever. I know how much you love her, and how impossible what I asked you was. I lied to you, Mei Ling. I knew you couldn't do it, and even asking would hurt you terribly. But I had to do it, to show you exactly what it means to be a slave girl for real. I'm not a knight in shining armour, I can resist anything but temptation. If you became my slave, I might be corrupted to the point I'd ask you to bring your sister here so I could rape her." "You think I'm a good and kind person who could never hurt someone else. But you're wrong. Sure, right now I'm a nice guy. But right now I don't have absolute dominion over the world's dozen most beautiful women. Right now you can leave me if I do something bad to you. Without that, there's nothing to keep me sane. And if I ever hurt you I couldn't live with myself." "What if you were enslaved and did something that made me so mad I killed you accidentally? What if I hit you with the same blind fury I did Sherry? You're crazy enough to stand there and get hit, and it might kill you. Kill you, Dragon Lady. And if I did that, I'd kill myself in remorse." I could feel the tears breaking through, and knew I was crying. But I didn't care. This was too important, nothing else mattered, except Mei understand how dangerous what she wanted was. "Rachel, we need you." Mei said, not looking away. "Help us, please?" Her voice broke. Rachel was there before I realized it. She gathered us both in a hug and wouldn't let go. I let myself go, sobbing like a fool, not caring what anyone thought of me. Mei started to cry too. Rachel just held us, not saying anything. It must have lasted for fifteen minutes. When I regained control of myself Rachel kissed me softly. "Master, only one who truly loved her could have refused what Mei offered you. I promise you, I won't let you go crazy. Neither will Mei, or any of the other girls. So accept what we so freely give. It's our choice, you aren't forcing us. I for one will gladly wear your collar." "All right." I said. "But I refuse to hold you if you want to go. That right I reserve. That's one command I will not have disobeyed, Moonlight's Laughter. Do you understand?" "I understand, master. And I obey." Rachel smiled at me. Then she turned to the Chinese girl. "Mei, do you doubt he loves you?" "No!" Mei said, almost fiercely. "Will you obey him, and keep him sane?" "Yes." Mei said, gripping my hand, her eyes boring into mine. "Forever." "Do you accept Mei as your handmaiden, master?" "Yes. As my handmaiden, as my slave, as my lover, but above all, as my friend." I said, kissing Mei's hand. The Chinese girl smiled tremulously at me. I felt drained by the emotional roller-coaster we'd just ridden. Don't let anybody tell you that having a harem of slave girls is easy. At least, not if it's done right. Rachel kissed Mei tenderly, then turned her attention to me. "Are you ready for me, now?" She asked, almost shyly. "Are you really sure, Rachel? This is serious business." "I'm sure. Let me wear your collar, master." Rachel said, watching me with the calm certainty of one who knows what she's doing. "Are the rest of you certain of this?" I asked, wiping my cheeks as the drying tears made them itch. One by one the girls nodded to me. Tara watched the other girls, a small puzzled frown wrinkling the skin between her eyebrows. "Tara, still think this is a slaver's ring?" I asked whimsically. The red-haired girl shook her head, seemly offended. "I've made my choice, master." She said tartly. "All right." I turned my attention to the Apache girl. "If you truly want to wear the collar, Rachel, strip." The Amerind girl took longer to remove her clothing than Mei had, because she was wearing more. Finally naked, without being asked, she retrieved her collar, and with the same small ceremony presented it to me. More confident, I didn't ask her to turn around. I fastened the necklace without looking at the link, staring down instead into her shining eyes. "Rachel, to seal your collar is something I don't want to do. Therefore, if you want it sealed, you'll have to perform the sexual act that revolts you the most. What is that act?" "Fucking a dog, master." She said finally. "More than anything else, that terrifies me." "Do you really want me to seal your collar?" I asked, taking her hands in mine. "Not really." She admitted reluctantly. "It would probably cause too many complications. And I don't think I could pass the initiation." "At least you show more sense than Mei does." I said. "There may be hope for you yet, Moonlight's Laughter." "Gee thanks." Mei spoke sharply, then sighed theatrically. I grinned at her. "Return to your seats, you two. It's time for Thuy's collar. If she's willing." "You don't have to ask." Thuy declared eagerly, bounding forward like a graceful little gazzle, stripping as she came. I studied the naked Vietnamese girl with pleasure. Her diminuative body was outlined by the backdrop of her waist-length hair. Her small breasts and bare mound reminded me yet again of a young girl just reaching puberty, but there was nothing immature about Thuy's mind-or her lovemaking. "Bring me your collar." Thuy did, not kneeling as Rachel and Mei had, rather offering me the collar the way she might a flower. She was smiling happily. "You sure you know what you're doing?" I asked, taking the cool metal from her fingers. She nodded, still smiling. I slipped the chain around her neck, marvelling again how fragile she seemed, yet she'd proven herself strong enough to accept anything I cared to do to her. Carefully I pulled the necklace around until the fitting link was in back. Then I leaned down and kissed her. The kiss lasted only a moment, but she let my tongue inside, standing with arms at sides, accepting the kiss as her due, and when I pulled back she smiled at me. "What sex act revolts you the most, little lotus?" I asked her. "I read about a girl once that let her lover pierce her clit." Thuy said, watching me. "I can't stand the thought of someone doing that to me." I glanced at Melinda, who'd come close to that very fate. She paled a bit, but didn't react otherwise. I nodded, letting my eyes wander lovingly over her body as Thuy returned to her seat. Whenever I stop and really think about it (which, thank goodness I seldom have time for!) the fact of the girls' love for me overwhelms me with such a strange mixture of wonder, delight, unworthiness, and a nagging sense of guilt that I often don't recover for hours. Thirteen women (I count Sherry, despite her calendar age) each loving me the way only one women is supposed to, is something of an experience. The same way the Sun up close and personal would be. Stunning, glorious, and yes even dangerous. But an experience never be forgotten. "Alima, come forward. Kneel before your master." I said sternly. Uncertainly the Arabic girl did so. She looked in my face, unsure of why she'd displeased me. "You aren't a very obedient slave girl, are you Alima?" I asked. "No, master." She replied, hanging her head. "I'm sorry, master." "And now you presume to wear my collar? Why should I allow that?" "Because I love you." She finally said. "And I want to be your slave." "That night I called you at home I asked you why you wanted to be a slave. What did you say then?" "That I wanted someone who could conquer me totally." Alima said softly. "Louder, Alima. I want the entire harem to hear." "Because I wanted to be broken, enslaved by a man." Alima said louder. "And have I proven to be that man?" "Oh, yes, master! You destroyed all my defenses. You raped me with contemptuous ease. And you showed me what a rotten bitch I really was. I hope I've changed. Because of you." She'd been taking lessons from somebody. But Alima responded best not to gentle persuasion, but brute force. As long as it was carefully applied. "That night, after you hung up, I spoke with your father." I said, watching her. She swallowed and paled, just a bit. "He said your stay here wouldn't impair your value when you were to marry. He also said if I managed to tame you it would be instructive. If you come home wearing a collar, what do you think your father would say?" "I don't know." She said, bowing her head. "Please, master, give me your collar. Please." "All right, Alima." I said. "Strip." Gratefully, Alima did so. She wore an expensive dress and fancy lingerie underneath. Accordingly it took her a long time to strip. I spent the time watching her movements. The scrutiny made her blush. Nude at last, she picked up her collar and handed it to me. Smiling at her I said. "Spread your legs, bitch." Uneasy now, she did so. I put the chain between her legs, holding one hand behind her and one in front. Then I pulled it upward, until it was nestled between her labia. "Do you want to be my slave, Alima?" I said, wrapping the chain around my hands. "Yes, master." "I'm going to lift you up now. It's going to hurt. You have my permission to scream." Her eyes widened but she didn't move. "Say when." I commanded, waiting. She moistened her lips. "Now." She said, tensing. I pulled, feeling the necklace bite into my hands. Alima whimpered as her feet left the ground, then sobbed. I held her there for a few seconds and put her back down. "Now beg me to do it again." I said. "Please, do-do it again." She sobbed. She bit her lip as I lifted her, letting out one bark of pain before I set her back down. She nearly collapsed as I removed the chain. Roughly I pushed her to her knees. She didn't fight, once she understood what I wanted. I put the necklace on her and stepped back. "I own you, Alima.. Do you understand that?" "Yes, master." Alima said, not daring to wipe away her tears. "You want to be owned, don't you?" I asked. She nodded. "Do you want the necklace sealed?" "Yes, master." The Arabic girl raised her head, meeting my gaze. "To do so you'll have to let me shove my fist up your ass." I said. "And that won't be easy for you at all. Do you understand?" "Yes, master. Master, am I your slave now? All day?" "Yes, Alima. All day long." I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, holding her wrists behind her back. She moaned and shivered in my grip, but eagerly kissed me back. "I love you." I whispered in her ear just before I let her go. She smiled at me, somewhat hesitantly. "Now, go to the dungeon, Alima. Bring back a pair of handcuffs. You're going to spend the rest of the day with your hands cuffed behind your back." "Yes, master." She fled, bare feet making no noise on the library's oriental rug. "Sherry." I said softly, looking at the young girl. Shivering she stood up and came to me. "You don't want to be a slave, do you?" I asked softly. "Not really. I'm scared shitless, Paul. But I want to be part of the harem, and this is the only way." "I refuse you." I said, taking her by the shoulders. I kissed her, covering the heartbroken expression. "You may not wear the collar except late at night, Sherry. Do you understand?" "No." She shook her head. "There's too many who would wonder at it. You may don it when you go to bed, but you must remove it before breakfast. And you must wear it when I take you." I handed her the necklace. "What, my pretty little whore, is the worst, most terrible sex act you can think of?" Sherry thought a minute, then looked up at me. "There was this guy in town. He liked giving the girls enemas. But not ordinary ones. He had this huge long tube, it must have been three feet long. He'd make a girl get on her hands and knees, then he'd grease this tube up and start pushing it up their ass. I talked to a couple of the girls, they said it hurt like fire. And he wouldn't stop until the tube was all the way in. Then he'd open the enema bag." She looked at me. "I made damn sure I never was around when he showed up. He'd get the new girls. But never me." "On your eighteenth birthday I'm going to put you in the stocks, and bring that man here, and give you to him. Put it on, now." I said. She stared at me, aghast. Hesitantly, clumsily she put the collar on. I began to strip her then, confusing her still more. When she was naked I pulled her to me and kissed her, squeezing her asscheeks. She melted against me, accepting me without reservation. I sent her back to her chair. "Gina." I said. "Strip and take your collar." The black girl was very nervous, but she did as commanded. "Are you sure, lady?" I asked her softly, stroking her cheek. "Yes. I know it's crazy, but I want it so much!" She sighed as I put the collar on her. "And what is your most feared sex act?" "What you did to Alima in the dungeon." Gina said instantly. "With that switch. It was horrible." "To seal your collar, you must endure a dozen sessions like that." I said. Gina's eyes went wide. "Stand still." I commanded. Leaning down I began to suckle her breast. Milk flowed, not stopping until I'd gotten a double mouthful. I suckled her other breast but didn't swallow the second mouthful. When I kissed her I grabbed the sides of her head and let the milk flow into her open mouth. She stiffened, but swallowed obediently. There were tears in her eyes when I let her go. "No tears, my lovely Gina. And no sadness. I own you now, and you mustn't disobey. Never be sad again. That's an order." I smiled at her expression. "And the wish of a man who loves you very much." She hugged me suddenly, tightly. Letting go she returned naked to her chair. "And last, our quiet Melinda." I said, smiling. Timidly, Melinda returned my smile. "Bring me your collar, little one." She did so, coming to stand before me in a modest dress with flower patterns in it. "Are you really sure, Melinda?" I asked, turning serious. "There's no turning back. Once that collar closes around your throat I own you forever." "Forever." Melinda said softly. "I am yours, master. I forbid you nothing." Fully clothed she watched me. And I collared her. "You forbid me nothing?" I asked. She nodded. "What do you fear the most, brown eyes?" "Being given to a horse." She said quietly, hanging her head. It caught everyone by surprize. Still waters, our Melinda. She raised her head. "I forbid you nothing." Melinda repeated. "If I must be violated by a horse to be irrevocably yours, then so be it." "But you've only been here a couple of days!" I exploded in bewilderment. "Why?" "Because I have seen what you are." Melinda said. "I have thought long and hard on this over the last two days. I know your heart, master. And I would be yours. Without limit, without exception." I stared at the Phillipino girl for a long time. She returned my gaze calmly. "You're going to make Mei jelous." I said, at loss for anything else to say. "I'm sorry." Melinda knelt to me, just a little clumsy. She tried to do everything so well and almost succeeded, but never with Tara's grace or Mei's effortlessness. It was part of her charm. "And I'm sorry I presumed, Mei." She said, over her shoulder. "I'll wait until your collar is sealed." For once the Chinese girl was speechless. I grinned at her dumbfounded expression. "You've been foxed, lady." I said to Mei. "Melinda, that was absolutely magnificient. That's the first time I've seen somebody put one over on Mei. Congratulations. And thank you." "What?" Melinda asked, confused. "Mei's collar will never be sealed. Therefore neither will yours. Rachel and Sherry don't want theirs sealed, Alima can't, Thuy doesn't care, and Gina won't go first. So that lets me off the hook cause I wasn't crazy about the permanent collars anyway." "That's not fair!" Mei protested. "Life's a bitch, and then you die." I quoted at her. "But your collar does look terrific on you. So good, in fact, I think it's all you're going to wear for the next week. Understand?" "Yes, master." It didn't seem to bother her. "In fact-" I said, smiling at Melinda. "I think you're going to get naked too." "Master?" Melinda swallowed, shivering. "Strip." I said. Blushing furiously, Melinda did so. The afternoon light gleamed on her nipple rings. Just then Alima came back, carrying the handcuffs. I ordered Melinda to bind the Arabic girl. The ratcheting noise was loud in the silence. When it was done I turned to the red-haired girl, still dressed, who was watching everything with a carefully neutral expression. "Tara, I'm almost afraid to ask. What did you think of the meeting?" I asked the red-haired girl. "Very-different." Tara said carefully. I waited but she didn't say anything more. "Ok, ladies. I'm done. Anyone have anything to add? No? Then let's go to dinner. Oh, by the way-" I smiled slowly, letting my gaze wander over the varicolored array of flesh. "Since you've all proven so keen to be handmaidens, you can start contemplating the consequences of your action. All of you are going to stay naked for a week, unable to leave the house." "What about the shopping, master?" Thuy said quickly. "And I need to go to school!" Sherry said. "Sherry, you can dress for school, of course. But the clothes come off when you get home.. Think of it as being grounded. Thuy, I'll do all the shopping for the next week. And pick up the remaining girls." "Yes, master." The vietnamese girl said, bowing her head. "Listen to me, all of you. That includes you too, Tara. I'm not being capricious. I really do want all of you to consider what hand maidens are, and what you've let yourselves in for." I stared around the circle of girls. Each one I think was just beginning to understand. They'd understand a whole lot more by the time the week was out. I hoped. "Oh, one more thing. You'll want a towel, so you don't stick to chairs when you sit down!" I grinned. With that snide remark, we went off to dinner. Having a naked woman eating at the same table can be an entertaining experience. Having half a dozen was amazing. After dinner, which ended just a little before 6:30, I pulled Melinda and Tara aside for a quiet word. "Tonight's the night, Tara." I said gently. She looked at me, not understanding. "The Cucumber." I explained. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. Looking up at her I was struck by how fragile she looked. Her hands were slender and fine-boned. The thought of what that devilish vibrator would do to her made my cock stir. "Melinda, I've got a special task for you. Will you obey me?" "I forbid you nothing, master." Melinda said softly. "Good. You're going to take Tara to her room. Once there you will chain her to her bed the way you were, then make love to her. When she's wet enough, put the Cucumber in place. Then get some blankets and sleep on the floor next to her bed. I want you to listen to her come all night long." Melinda had paled a bit, but nodded. Tara looked rebellious. "Does she have to make love to me?" She asked. I nodded. "With fingers and tongue." I said. Tara shivered. "Now off you go. I'll bring Teresa by to see you in a couple of hours, after you've gotten warmed up." "Gee, thanks." Tara muttered darkly. I smacked her bottom lightly to send her on her way. Continued in part 24