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Chapter 1: The Game Begins
Jane Collins sat expectantly in the coffee shop. It was a beautiful, warmSpring morning and she had been half-tempted to take one of the outside tableson the sidewalk. But Emily had told her that she would meet her inside. SoJane sat inside and gazed at the park across the street.
Deep inside, Jane knew that it would have been find if she had taken an outsidetable. But, out of respect, she sat inside and watched the lattes and cappuccinosand frappuccinos being made and served to the endless line of customers.
Jane and Emily had been close for twenty years. Jane was now twenty four andwas a bona fide adult, having gone through college and two years of graduateschool. She completed her last exam only two days earlier and the only formalityleft was to collect her diploma.
Emily Braxton was thirty four, ten years older than Jane almost to the day.They had first been introduced by Jane’s parents when Emily had beenhired to babysit a four-year old Jane. Since that first meeting of infant andteenager, they had grown close and had become fast friends. It was difficultto describe their friendship, however. It was something of an amalgamationof babysitter, older/younger sister, mother/daughter, close confidant and co-conspirator.
Jane had wondered about meeting. Was this just a casual cup of coffee? DidEmily have plans for after the coffee? Frequently, they would go to a museumor for a ride in the country. Sometimes, Emily would take her to dinner, butthis was far too early in the day for that. But it still had left her in aquandary about how to dress for the occasion. Should she dress up? No. Thatwould make her appear expectant. Maybe something elegantly casual? No. Thatwould also make it appear that she was anticipating something. And she wasnow a totally free, credentialed, and degreed young woman. She could wear whatevershe liked and she wanted to create the appearance that she was not expectingher friend to set the agenda.
She had settled on a navy blue top with khaki shorts and sandals. She thoughtthat this would signal that she was simply meeting her friend for coffee withno expectations of imposing on her friend’s generosity.
She had debated about the bra. What would it signal if she wore one? How wouldit be interpreted if she didn’t? She decided that she had obviously takenway too many psychology courses in college to even wonder about this. And shemade the decision to let her 38D breasts just fend for themselves without thesupport of a bra.
At exactly the designated time, Emily strode through the door and crossedthe distance to the table, leaning down to give Jane a kiss on the cheek anda hug. “How ya doin’, pip?”
Jane blushed as she heard the twenty year old pet name that Emily had dubbedher with early on in their relationship. “I’m great, Em,” shereplied as she tried to hide her embarrassment.
“Glad to hear it. Let me get a coffee and I’ll be right with you.” Withthat, Emily dumped her purse on the table and headed off to the bar with herwallet. She returned a couple of minutes later with a steaming brew of somethingexotic and plopped herself into the chair beside Jane.
“I still can’t get over how you have changed,” she saidas she reached for her purse and set it beneath the table. “I think thatthe first time I saw you, you weren’t much bigger than one of these.” Asshe said “these” she reached out and playfully poked Jane’snearest breast, causing Jane to gasp and jump back.
But you never moved quite like that when you were that size.” She snickeredas she saw the breast swaying and jiggling beneath Jane’s top.
“Em!” hissed Jane as quietly as she could. “Please! I’mnot a kid any more!”
“I’ll say,” laughed Emily. “You’re really packingthese days.”
Again, Jane blushed and tried to hide her embarrassment by taking a sip ofher coffee.
“Okay, okay, I’ll behave. It’s so good to see you. I justgot carried away. Forgive me?”
“You’re forgiven,” smiled Jane as she realized she was regainingcontrol of the situation.
“Hugs?” asked Emily as she stretched out her arms.
“Oh, okay,” replied Jane sheepishly as she leaned toward Emilygave her a hug.
“Much better,” said a contented Emily. “So tell me what’sup. I’m dying to hear about all of your plans now that school’sover.”
And Jane spent the next twenty minutes described all of the horrors of finalexams and all of the possibilities that lay ahead of her. She babbled on nonstopuntil she had run through every career possibility under the sun.
‘So no plans, huh?” asked Emily when the monologue had finished.
“Well nothing definite,” replied Jane, defensively. “ButI have a lot of opportunities.”
“So where ya goin’ to work on Monday?”
“Em!” cried an exasperated Jane. “Don’t I get anytime off at all?”
“Yep, you do,” smiled Emily. “I was just kidding. You shouldhave some time where you don’t have to make any decisions. You shouldbe free of any responsibilities. Lord knows you’ve had enough decisionsto worry about for the past few years. And I have just the answer for you.”
"You do?" replied Jane expectantly.
"You bet I do. And I have a present for you." With that, she reacheddown to her purse and started to rummage around. "Just reach down hereand get it."
Without thinking, Jane quickly bent over and reached beneath the table, expectingEmily to place some concert tickets or maybe even plane tickets in her hands.Instead, she felt cold steel against her wrists andheard clicking sounds.
"What are you doing?" cried a very surprised Jane.
"Hush, pip" replied Emily quietly, "unless you want everyonein the place to hear you."
Jane quickly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed her embarrassingpredicament. Thankfully, everyone was engaged in chatting with friends andsipping exotic coffee.
"What are you doing?" she asked again, but in hushed tones thistime.
"Helping you relax," smiled Emily.
"Relax?" asked Jane,using a louder voice than was appropriate. Emilyquickly reached out and placed her finger on Jane's lips to quiet her. "Relax?" saidJane in a whisper. "How is this supposed to relax me?"
"It frees you from decisions and responsibilities" replied Emily. "Aslong as you are wearing those, you don't have any worries. I'm forced to makeall of the decisions for you."
"Is this some kind of a game?" asked Jane as she furrowed her brow.
"Exactly," responded Emily as her finger stroked Jane's cheek lightly. "Justthink of it as a game."
"You can't be serious!" hissed Jane as she started to get annoyedwith her older friend. "I don't think this is funny at all."
"Take a deep breath, girl," instructed Emily. "Where's yoursense of adventure? This should be lots of fun. In fact, let's get started.Time to go." With that, Emily arose and waited for Jane.
"I can't walk out of here like this. People will think I'm some sortof criminal or something," complained Jane.
"Oh sure you can," replied Emily. "Just drape this scarf overyour hands and nobody will know the difference."
"I don't know about this," said Jane warily as she tried to arrangethe scarf to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.
"Don't be a ninny" chided Emily. "Come on, let's go." Andshe grabbed Jane's ponytail as she headed toward the door, urging Jane intomotion.
"Okay, okay," said Jane as she jumped to her feet. "I'll goalong with the gag, but you have a lot of explaining to do."
"No problems," quipped Emily as she used the brunette ponytail asa handle to steer Jane toward the exit. "There'll be plenty of time forexplanations later. Plenty of time."
Emily finally released her charge's hair but draped an arm across Jane's shouldersso that she could continue to guide the younger woman. "These puppiescan really move around!" Emily said as she again playfully poked at oneof Jane's untethered breasts.
"Hey!" protested Jane, only to be pushed into the passenger seatof Emily's car. Emily got into the driver's seat and then reached across tobuckle Jane's seatbelt. "Now you're doubly locked up. And not a care inthe world. Don't you feel better already?"
"Not really" muttered Jane.
"Spoil sport!" With that, Emily started the car and drove acrosstown. They exited the city and, within an hour, arrived at Emily's home.
Chapter 2: The Game Annoys
Emily had inherited the old farmhouse and the surrounding property a few yearsearlier when her father died. The land had not been farmed in many years andnow was largely woodland. The long driveway was tree lined but eventually openedup into a well-manicured yard with the farmhouse and barn and a few other structuresthroughout the opening.
After parking the car, Emily went around to the other side, unbuckled Jane,and then helped her out of the car. Again, she led her charge with her armdraped over Jane's shoulders to the front door. But before opening the door,she lifted the scarf that had been covering Jane's handcuffs. Then she rolledit into a band and held it up in front of Jane's eyes. It was obvious to Janethat her friend and her captor meant to blindfold her.
"Do you trust me?" asked Emily.
"Not one bit," retorted Jane.
Emily laughed. "That's okay. You probably shouldn't. But at least I knowyou love me." With that, she tied the scarf around Jane's head, stealingall sight from her.
"Does it get better?" asked Jane, sarcastically.
"Oh, it gets much better. You're going to love it."
Emily opened the door and led Jane inside, keeping her arm around Jane's waistto steer her and avoid any collisions. Jane felt herself being turned thisway and that but knew at all times where she was since she had been in thehouse so many times.
"Oh. You pulled up the carpet," said Jane as an effort to frustrateher captor. She figured that if she demonstrated that she was not being confusedand that she knew what was going on around her, then Emily might grow tiredof the game.
"Yep. Too many blood stains," Emily shot back,causing Jane to stopdead in her tracks. Emily laughed and gave Jane a swat on the bottom. "Justkidding," she said. But it was still enough to melt away a little moreof Jane's confidence.
Emily drew Janeto a halt. "I'm going to uncuff you first. Are you goingto be a good girl?"
"I'm always a good girl, Nanny Em" replied Jane in a childish singsongvoice, trying to mock Emily's question. "You know I am."
Emily laughed and patted Jane on the top of her head."Yes you are sucha good girl."
"Jane felt Emily's fingers fumbling with one of the cuffs and breatheda sigh of relief when she felt it open. But before she could celebrate toomuch, she felt that arm being raised quickly and heard the ominous sound ofthe cuffs being clicked shut again.
"Oh my god! What do you think you are doing?" exclaimed a surprisedand frustrated Jane.
"I think I'm just doing you the favor that I promised. No decisions.No responsibilities."
Jane was quickly growing tired of the game and started to pull at her binding.But she let out a loud "Ouch" when her efforts led to the metal cuffsdigging into the tender flesh of her wrist. Emily had left one cuff attachedto Jane's right wrist but had attached its mate toa steel ring embedded inthe wall above her captive's head.
Jane reached up with her newly freed hand and ripped off her blindfold toglare at Emily. "You have a lot of explaining to do!"
"I keep telling you, but you don't listen. I explain but you don't understand." Emilyreached out to stroke Jane's cheek but Jane swatted away the hand. "Ialready told you. I'm giving you a vacationfrom decisions and responsibilities."
"You call this a vacation?!?!" shouted Jane, indignantly.
"Of course I do," smiled Emily. "Would lashing both arms tothe wall be better?"
Jane just shook her head in disbelief. "No, that won't make it better.This is fine." Then she shook her head again as she realized what shehad just said. This wasn't fine. This wasn'tfine at all.
"Okay. One hand free. The other hand bound," said Emily cheerfully. "Thatwill make it easier for you to get out of your clothes."
"What!?!?!?!" shouted Jane again, her voice rising a few octavesthis time.
"Slavegirls should be kept naked. Surely you knew that," repliedEmily, feigning surprise at the question.
"I'm not a slavegirl. And I think you had better let me go now. Thisis getting too weird for me."
"Hmmm. Not a slavegirl. Maybe I missed something." Emily furrowedher brow as if in contemplation. "Let's see. Slavegirls are girls. Andyou certainly qualify there." She reached out and quickly gave Jane'sleft breast a gentle poke.
"Stop that!" admonished Jane.
"So the real question is 'are you a slave?'" she went on. "Wellslaves are people who are owned by other people. And I claimed you today. Sothat makes you my property. Yep, you are my slave. So that makes you my slavegirl."
"Oh god I can't believe this is happening to me," groaned Jane.
"Oh, it's really happening to you, pip. And it's great for both of us.I get a new toy and you have no worries in the world. Now off with the clothes."
"Em, please be reasonable. Let me go and we can forget this ever happened."
Emily ignored Jane's plea and, instead, went to a table, picking up what Janeimmediately recognized as a whip. She smiled sweetly as she walked back toJane and lifted the wip to caress Jane's cheek with the leather.
"You wouldn't dare," growled Jane.
"Oh wouldn't I?" responded Emily in a sweet tone. Before Jane couldreact, the whip wistled through the air and cracked loudly on Jane's bottom.Thankfully, the shorts absorbed most of the impact, but it was still enoughto elicit a howl out of the captive girl.
"That hurt!" she cried out.
"It was supposed to hurt. Now start peeling before you get another one."
Jane continued to glare defiantly at her captor. "I won't!" sheproclaimed. This was immediately followed by another whistle and crack.
"Suit yourself," said Emily as she reached back to swing the whipagain.
"Stop!" shrieked Jane. "Why are you doing this? What did Ido to make you mad?"
"Oh little one," said Emily who dropped the whip and rushed forwardto hug Jane. "You haven't made me mad at all. I love you."
"Then why are you hurting me?" sniffled Jane, tearfully.
"Because you chose it, pip. You could have obeyed me but you chose paininstead."
"I didn't," Jane sobbed. "I never wanted to be whipped."
"Then you should just take off your clothes like a good little girl.Okay?" asked Emily as she stroked Jane's hair and tilted her head forwardto kiss her forehead.
"Okay. But no more whips, okay?"
"Well no more that are not deserved," replied Emily. With that weakreassurance, Jane struggled out of her clothes until only the shoulder strapof her shirt dangledfrom her cuffed arm. Emily solved that problem by cuffingthe other wrist to the wall and releasing the original one, leaving Jane standingin all of her naked glory.
"Oh my, oh my, oh my," exclaimed Emily. "Oh my how you havegrown." She reached out and cupped a breast in her hand causing Jane toshrink away.
"Oh Em," whispered Jane. "What's going on? Did you go lez orsomething?"
Emily laughed. "No way. That would be too boring. I'm very diverse inmy tastes. You might even consider my tastes eclectic."
Chapter 3: The Game Turns Serious
Jane was at a loss about what to do. A couple of hours ago, she was enjoyinga carefree Spring day and waiting to meet her best friend in the world. Nowshe was a naked prisoner and was being groped by that same friend. She hadto escape and get back to normalcy somehow. But how could she do it?
She gritted her teeth and, in a quick motion, lashed out with her right legand swing with her free arm to catch the unsuspecting Emily off guard and sendher sprawling backward. Emily grunted as she hit the floor and then shook herhead to clear it.
"That wasn't very nice," she said as she sat up and grasped herknees to gaze at her prey.
"Well stripping me and groping me wasn't very nice, either," shoutedJane. Jane's whole body was tensed for action but she was also trembling, whichprobably betrayed her fear.
"Ooooo,I love the way your breasts bounce when you do that," grinnedEmily as she remained seated on the floor. "Bend over and move your chestback and forth. I think they'll sway deliciously."
"Stop it!" screamed Jane. "Stop it, stop it, stop it! Whatdo you want of me?"
"Why, everything of course," replied Emily. "I want everything.I want you completely and totally."
"I just don't understand," said a confused Jane.
"It's simple, really," Emily continued. "For years, I haveloved you. And recently, I have wanted to own a slave. And then if finallydawned on me that you would be a perfect slavegirl for me. So I captured youand claimed you. Of course, I wanted to wait until you were finished with school.Having an educated slave is much better than having an ignorant one. And Imight add a slaveboy someday. Maybe even another slavegirl. But that can wait."
"You're crazy!" Jane uttered as she shook her head in disbelief. "Thiscan't be happening to me."
Emily remained silent but inwardly smiled as she watched the captive girl.And she congratulated herself on her catch. Jane was truly beautiful. She wastaller than average at five feet ten inches, just an inch shorter than Emily.She had a beautiful almond-shaped face with aristocratic features. Beautifulgreen eyes were temporarily wet with tears, but Emily knew that would changesoon enough.
A slender but angular nose and a well-defined, strong chin gave her face definition.She had the elegant look of a model and, when her long slender neck was addedto the mix, the look was elevated to that of royalty. “My own personalslave princess,” mused Emily.
Jane’s flesh was soft, supple and toned. Jane had always been activeand reasonably athletic. She was sure that her prisoner had little fat andwhat body fat she did have was splendidly distributed and put to good use.Emily’s earlier fondling had told her how amazingly soft and smooth andtender Jane was. A perfect specimen of femininity.
Her skin still showed faint tan lines from time spent in the sun during theprevious Summer. Emily remembered how beautifully Jane tanned and licked herlips as she pictured her slave tanned to a nice golden brown. “No tanlines this Summer,” she thought.
Jane had many “best features” and certainly her breasts were nearthe top of that list. Full and firm and without a hint of sagging, they stoodproudly on the naked woman’s chest. Again, Emily found herself lickingher lips as she eyed the mouthwatering nipples that capped the breasts. Eachareola was slightly larger than a quarter and each nipple seemed to be perpetuallyerect. Emily wondered how sensitive the delectable nubs were and made a mentalnote to find out in the near future.
From the chest down, Jane was a spectacular combination of curves as her bodynarrowed to a slender waist before flaring out to smallish, but still extremelyfeminine hips. Emily saw Jane’s belly quivering nervously and saw howtight and fit the girl’s musculature was. Moving downward, Emily sawthe brown thatch of hair covering Jane’s mound and noticed how neatlymanicured it was. This was quite attractive to Emily and left her in a quandary.She had planned on shaving off that hair but now she wasn’t so sure.
The image was capped off by two long, slender, strong legs that tapered downto delicate ankles. “Even her feet are beautiful,” thought Emilyas she eyed Jane’s feet with their red, painted nails.
So far, Emily’s plan had worked perfectly. She had captured the beautifulprey and had spirited her to her home where she could enjoy the new toy inseclusion and privacy. The best part of this old farm was that it was relativelyfree from prying eyes. The closest neighbors were the Hopewells, a couple whohad also escaped to the country from the big city, but they were at least ahalf mile away and rarely dropped by unannounced. But Emily’s problemwas that she had run out of plan. She had devised a scheme to capture Jane.Now, she needed to figure out what to do with her.
She found the whole scene highly erotic and knew, without touching herself,that her sex was so wet that it could be considered swampy. Having a nakedgirl chained to the wall of your living room sent all sorts of sexual thrillsthrough one’s mind and she wondered if Jane also saw anything eroticin the image.
But she found herself wondering why she found this so appealing. It wasn’tas if she were a lesbian or anything like that. Sure, she had fooled aroundwith some girls in high school and, later, in college. But it had all beenkind of experimental and exploratory and light. Lips and laughs, she used tocall it because those scenes had been mostly filled with kissing and gigglingand a little bit of petting thrown in. The heaviest it had gotten was in collegewhen she and another girl had sat naked on the bed together and masturbatedeach other to orgasm.
She still enjoyed men. In fact, her current boyfriend was very good in bed.She decided that she definitely enjoyed heterosexual activities. “I wonder,” shethought, “if I should share pip with Rob? That might make things interesting.I’ll have to think about that.”
Emily gazed at Jane and saw her leaning back against the wall, looking defeated.Now she would be able to explore the softer side of sex a lot more. But whereto start?
Jane’s tears had stopped flowing by this time. Emily got back to herfeet and approached her girl causing Jane to tense again.
“Relax, little one. I’m not going to hurt you,” she saidgently as she reached out and brushed a stray hair off of Jane’s cheek. “Thiswill be a lot of fun and it will be exciting. You’ll see.”
“But you kidnapped me, Em,” she said softly. “You couldgo to prison for that.”
“Yes, I suppose I did,” replied Emily. “And I suppose Icould. Well let’s just see how it goes for awhile. If it doesn’twork for both of us, I promise I’ll release you and you will be freeto send me to prison. But in the meantime, you’re my slave.”
“For how long?” asked Jane, hopefully.
“I don’t know. We’ll have to play it by ear. But we shouldknow soon enough, I would think.”
“A day? A week? How long?”
“I really don’t know, pip,” replied Emily. “You’lljust have to trust me.”
Jane groaned. “What will I have to do? What do you expect of me?”
Emily smiled. “Everything. “You’ll have to do everythingthat I tell you to do. That’s what being a slave is all about.”
“But what’s included in everything?”
“We’ll see. Probably some chores. I think I might like havingyou bathe me and dress me and serve me. I like to be pampered. And I wouldimagine that sex will enter into it.”
Jane gasped. “Sex with you? But I’m not lesbian!”
“I’m not either,” smiled Emily, letting her fingers traceJane’s jawline. “But I’ve thought about what it must be like.And now we’ll both get a chance to explore it. We’ll call ourselvesbi though. Not lesbian.”
“And there may be sex with others,” Emily continued. “I’llbe sure to sprinkle in enough men to keep us from thinking that we’relesbians. And there are endless other possibilities. I read a story once wherea girl was treated as a pony. It might be fun to harness you and drive youaround the farm.”
Jane hung her head as she listened to her friend and consciously resistedthe urge to swat Emily’s hand away from her face. She figured that sheshouldn’t do anything to anger her captor in case Emily had somehow becomementally imbalanced.
“And I think that you might be a decorative addition to parties thatI throw. Maybe have you chained like this. Or bound kneeling in the middleof the room. Or even have you be a centerpiece on the dining room table. Oh,the possibilities are endless.”
“You won’t whip me again, will you?”
“Only if you are bad,” Emily replied. “Well, that’snot entirely true. I might do things to you that you don’t like justto experiment or for special effects. But I promise you that nothing will besevere unless you are bad. Are you planning to be a bad girl?”
“No, Em, I’m not planning anything.”
Emily smiled brightly and kissed Jane’s forehead again. “Now you’regetting into it. I knew you would eventually. You don’t have to plananything. That’s my job. This should just be a wonderful and excitingvacation for you.”
By this time, it was early afternoon and Emily decided that it was a beautifulday for a walk. First, she shackled Jane’s ankles together with anotherpair of handcuffs so Jane would not be able to try to escape. Then she releasedthe cuff from the wall and resecured Jane’s wrists, this time behindthe girl’s back. When Jane’s wrists were cuffed again, Emily removedthe shackles.
“Am I going to be handcuffed all the time?”
“No, not all the time. Sometimes I might use chains or rope, althoughI have to get a lot better with knots if I’m going to use rope. And maybeI’ll buy a little cage for my little pet. Ooooooo and maybe some oldfashioned stocks! That would make it easy to play with these.” And shereached out to tweak the twin nipples to emphasize her point. Then, to quellher curiosity, she quickly darted her hand to between Jane’s legs andslipped a finger into her, finding her just as wet as she imagined herselfto be.
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