Surprise! Surprise!

Chapter 6: Baiting the Hook

“Only a few more days until it will be a month,” said Emily as she laced up her running shoes. She planned on taking Jane for her run and they would end up at the Hopewell's. “What do you think we should do at the end?”

Jane sighed. She knew this question would come up and wasn't quite sure how she would answer it. “I don't know,” she finally replied, honestly. “You were right that it was exciting. I can't remember anything every being so exciting. And you were right about the feeling of freedom from not having decisions and responsibilities.”

“You have been the perfect slavegirl,” smiled Emily as she straightened up and kissed Jane.

“But it just doesn't feel right to commit to slavery. I should be thinking of career and family and children. I have my whole life ahead of me. It doesn't seem right that I should spend it like this.” She emphasized her point by lifting and then dropping her arms causing her chains to rattle. For the run, Emily had placed a heavier chain around the slavegirl's waist with a chain that ran from each side of her to her cuffs. This allowed her to move her arms while running but she could only raise her hands as high as her breasts. “Besides, it's totally unfair to ask me that. Nobody should ever be asked if they want to be a slave.”

Emily chuckled as she placed her hands over Jane's breasts and kissed her again. “You're right. Maybe I should make the decision myself.”

“Hey!” protested Jane. “That's not what I meant!”

“I know what you meant,” laughed Emily. Let's not worry about it. We still have a few days to decide.”

They found the Hopewells already in the pool when they arrived and were invited to join in. Emily quickly peeled out of her clothes and was getting ready to jump in when Jane shouted. “Hey! Do you want me to drown?”

“Sorry,” said Emily. “I guess I'm still not used to owning you.” The Hopewell's chuckled as Emily went over to Jane and produced her key. After Emily removed the chains, Jane was left wearing only the cuffs around her wrists and she realized that this was the first time in almost a month that she had not been bound like a prisoner. But her reflection on this was cut short when Emily gave her a shove and toppled her into the water. Then, Emily dove in and swam underwater, emerging in front of Meg and kissing her hostess.

“Thank you for inviting me, Ma'am. The water feels divine.”

Meg wrapped her arms around Emily's neck and drew her into a passionate kiss. “You're welcome. You make this place even more divine.”

In the meantime, Bob swam up behind Jane. He wrapped his arms around her and grasped her breasts, using them as handles to pull her to him. He adjusted her up and down a bit until her sex was poised just above his cock and then slid easily into her. “Amazing! Even after a run, she's wet!”

Jane opened her eyes wide at the unexpected intrusion and then blushed as she heard Bob's comment. But she welcomed being filled by his cock. And this started her mind churning. A month ago, she would never have considered swimming naked in a neighbor's pool and would have slapped someone who tried to have sex with her without asking her first. In fact, she might have even had them charged with attempted rape.

Now, however, she was accepting and even welcoming of this kind of treatment. Things had truly changed for her and she started to think that maybe she should remain as Emily's slave. She certainly had adapted well to her captivity. And she had to admit that she found many aspects of it appealing. As she had told Emily, it was very, very exciting. And there was no way of hiding that from anyone. Her wet sex and rock-hard nipples were ample evidence. And the sexual flush that frequently spread across her cheeks and chest also gave it away.

Also, she had never in her life experienced so many orgasms. It was like a non-stop ride of erotic thrills. While she had always enjoyed sex, she never remembered craving it like she did these days. And she could feel another orgasm quickly approaching. But just as she was about to reach the crest, Bob slid out of her causing her to groan.

“Just a taste for now!” he chuckled. “There'll be plenty of time for more of that later.”

“Hey you two!” shouted Meg from across the pool. “Stop horsing around. I thought we were going to show these two some pony things, Bob.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Bob in an exaggerated tone, bordering on sarcasm. All four naked people laughed and then climbed out of the pool to towel each other dry. Jane actually hugged herself, reveling in her freedom of movement. Then the foursome headed across the lawn, led by a naked Megan with an equally naked Emily beside her.

“Were you ever a slave yourself?” Meg asked.

“No, never,” replied Emily.

“How did you get involved in all of this then?” How did you learn what you need to know in order to own another?”

“Don't know really. Books, internet, dreams, fantasy. And a lot of experimentation once I took Jane.”

“Well, you've done wonderfully. Especially given your inexperience,” praised Meg. “Of course, there's nothing quite like first hand experience. Starting at the bottom, so to speak.” Bob started to get the gist of the conversation and started to slow down Jane so that she did not overhear the discussion by wrapping his arm around her waist and gripping the chain that she wore.

“And I suppose you're going to tell me that you were a sub once?” challenged Emily.

“A slave, actually. Bob bought me from my first owner but eventually he realized that I would be happier as a top. Since then, he has found a few subs for me. And the one slave we told you about.”

“Well, I'm quite happy as a top,” declared Emily.

“How can you know that until you've been a bottom? And how can you know how to treat a slave unless you've at least tasted it?”

“I guess there are some things that you just know,” said Emily.

Meg wrapped an arm around Emily's hips and Jane, who was far behind at this point saw the action and had to stifle a giggle. Here was a woman who was almost a foot shorter than her owner holding Emily possessively.

“I have a proposition for you,” Meg went on causing Emily's ears to perk up. “As I mentioned, I believe that one needs to bottom before they can top effectively. You might disagree, but I speak from many years of watching relationships flourish or fail. Do you want to keep Jane?”

“Of course I do,” replied Emily. “I love her and she has provided the most exciting month of my life. And she is absolutely gorgeous.”

“Yes, she is very pretty,” nodded Meg as they neared the barn. “Well I will predict that it all ends soon, never to be repeated unless you do something about it. And here's where my proposition comes in.”

Emily listened intently but was feeling a bit nervous. Part of that was because of the uncertainty about what would come out of Meg's mouth. And part was because of the way Meg's hand seemed to move possessively over Emily's hip, thigh, waist and chest as they walked.

“Be our slavegirl for a week,” Meg went on. Hearing the first part of the proposal caused Emily to suck in her breath. “And I do mean slave. We're not talking about sub. This is the whole thing where we own you. And of course, we will want to own Jane, also.”

Emily stopped in her tracks, just outside of the barn. “Come along,” urged Meg as she pushed Emily forward. “You can learn a lot from two experienced owners. By the way, we both started as slaves.”

“At the end of the week, you can make the decision. You might decide to leave. In that case, you leave with Jane and you will have gained valuable insights into being an owner. Or you might decide to stay, in which case you become our slave. Either way, it's your choice. Either you leave with your slave or you both stay as our slavegirls.”

“Wait!” cried Emily after everything started to sink in. “Did you say that you and Bob started as slaves?”

“Yes I did, but the circumstances were very different for me. I was a slave for two years before Bob bought me and then I was a slave for three more years with him as my owner. And Bob was a slave too. He did exactly what I am proposing to you. He agreed to be the slave of a couple for a week so that he could have a greater appreciation of the lifestyle.”

Then Meg laughed. “And he hasn't sucked a cock since that week. Although, he still toys with the boys occasionally.”

All of this had Jane's head spinning. She was being asked to become a slave herself. Her hosts had both been slaves at one time. Bob sucked cocks? It was all too much too absorb.

Meg continued to urge Emily deeper into the barn and finally stopped in front of two stalls. “This is where you would be kept for a couple of those days. We would let the two of you experience the life of ponygirls.”

Jane looked inside one of the stalls and saw that it was freshly cleaned and appointed. Fresh straw was strewn across the floor and a little sleeping mat laid in one corner. Hanging from pegs on one wall were an assortment of leather straps, bridles and bits. On another wall hung more straps but these were more ornamental in nature, some complete with brightly colored plumes.

“When would all of this start?”

“Whenever you want it to start,” replied Meg. “We could enslave you immediately if that was what you wished.”

“I'll have to think about it,” Emily replied as her fingers toyed with the leather straps and she tried to imagine herself wearing them. “Can I give you an answer tomorrow?”

“Of course you can,” smiled Meg as she rose onto her toes to kiss Emily. “And if you can't make a decision that fast, then the offer will remain open.”

“How will I know that you will release us at the end of the week?”

Meg laughed. “You won't. And that uncertainty should add to the thrill. But we have never been kidnappers before. It's highly unlikely that we would start now.”

“What will be expected of us?” asked Emily.

“Everything! Anything! Whatever we dream up. And we both have very active imaginations. Surprise! Surprise! That's our motto.”

Emily nodded slowly as if in a daze. Then she shook her head to clear it. “Maybe we should have some kind of agreement. Kind of like a contract.”

“We can do that,” replied Meg, wrapping her arm around Emily to guide her out of the stall. “We have a standard slavery contract that we used once. Let's go find the other two and you can think it over. I wonder what happened to them.”

The found the other two outside of the barn. Bob had fastened Jane's cuffs to a beam jutting out of the barn leaving her with her arms spread wide and her toes just grazing the ground. His cock was standing erect and was glistening in the sunlight making it obvious that he had been fucking the slavegirl again.

“You're incorrigible!” exclaimed Meg.

“Just giving the girl another taste,” he grinned.

“Well let her down so I can get her into the tack so Emily can see what a real ponygirl looks like.”

“Yes Mistress,” he said again, bowing deeply. When Jane was released, Meg disappeared into the barn with her, leaving Bob and Emily outside.

Bob walked up to Emily and reached up grasping the two erect nipples to roll them back and forth with his fingers. “So are you going to be my slavegirl?”

Emily felt a thrill shoot through her body at his touch and felt her knees weakening. “I'm thinking about it. But what's in it for the two of you? Why would you waste a week of your time with us?”

“The same thing that's in it for you,” he replied as he continued to roll the hard buds, slowly increasing the pressure. “An exciting time. A learning experience. And we would learn too. We always learn from our subs. And it would definitely not be a waste of time. We can't think of a better way to spend a week than with two gorgeous slavegirls.”

“What do you plan to do with us if we agree?” asked Emily as the fingers kept sending erotic thrills through her body.

“How did Meg answer that? I'm sure you must have asked her.”

“She said everything and anything.”

“Well, that's not entirely true,” said Bob. He started stepping back, drawing Emily forward by her nipples. “What she probably meant to say is everything and anything that we want. But there are lots of things that we could do that we won't because it wouldn't appeal to us.

“Like what?” asked Emily as she continued to be led by her breasts.

“Like scat, for instance. Neither of us likes it so you won't be doing anything with shit,” he explained. “And like burning cigarettes. We wouldn't want to do anything to mar the beauty of anything. That would be like purposefully driving a Rolls Royce into a tree. Makes no sense.”

“What kinds of things do you like, then?” askedEmily who winced at the end of her question when Bob squeezed her nipples tightly.

“Meg plans on having a pair of ponies drive her through the countryside for a day. I imagine that we'll try to test your limits, both physically and psychologically. That's where a lot of the learning comes from. And sex of course. We both plan to enjoy our lovelies.” Bob finally stopped and reached down to the picnic table to pick up a blindfold. The last thing that Emily saw before her sight was taken away was Bob's cock bouncing up and down and rubbing against her hip. Then he drew her arms behind her and placed two cuffs on her wrists, latching them together.

Bob then slipped a finger into Emily, withdrawing it and lifting it to her face to rub it across her lips. “You know that you want to do it,” he taunted. Emily just whimpered.

“You won't pierce our nipples or anything, will you?”

“Not during your first week,” he reassured her. “But if you decide to stay, all bets are off.” I love the look of gold hoops accenting breasts. And they are so useful for controlling an unruly girl.”

Emily shuddered at the thought of her tender nipples being skewered and ringed but immediately became distracted by the sounds coming from the direction of the barn door. The sounds of foot steps and an occasional slap of leather against naked flesh told Emily that Meg was bringing out Jane. “Are you ready to see your ponygirl, sweet girl?” asked Bob as he ran his fingers lightly down her side leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. Emily shuddered again and was just able to croak out a “yes.”

“Behold!” announced Bob as he whipped off the blindfold. Standing before her was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. Jane was wearing a full bridle, complete with bit and blinders. A strap of polished white leather crossed her forehead and wrapped around her head. A brilliant red plume of feathers stood above her head, rustling in the light breeze. More white leather led to the bit that was firmly embedded in her mouth and which would obviously be very effective at controlling the new pony.

White leather straps led from a kind of leather yoke to a leather band around her waist and criss-crossed Jane's chest capturing each breast at the base and causing them to bulge. Emily always knew that Jane's breasts were large but this made them look even bigger. And each nipple was clamped with a tiny bell dangling beneath it.

From the waist band, more white straps led downward and disappeared between her legs, capturing the girl's labia and holding them open to reveal her glistening sex. The ensemble was completed by a pair of white high-heeled boots that encased her legs to above her knees.

“Oh my!” exclaimed Emily when she saw Jane's enhancements. “She looks good enough to eat!”

“That can be arranged,” grinned Meg who was obviously proud of her work. “If I had had more time, I would have gotten rid of this.” And she tugged on a thatch of the brown pubic hair that was Jane's only source of modesty at the time. “That would have enhanced the look, but you get the picture.”

“But she's beautiful! She's perfect!” said Emily.

“Yes she is,” said Meg. “But can she prance?”

“Why don't you run her through her paces, dear?” offered Bob as he pulled Emily to him. As Meg led Jane to the side of the barn, Bob leaned over and whispered into Emily's ear. “Picture yourself in her place. We have a matching harness. For a matching pair.”

Emily's mind was a whirlwind. She was torn completely. Seeing Jane displayed this way made her want to own her friend even more. But seeing her displayed like this also made her curious. “What must be going through her mind right now?” she wondered. “What would it feel like to be inside that tack? Is she as aroused as I am?” She made up her mind at that point to accept the Hopewell's offer. She and Jane would become slaves of Bob and Meg for a week. Now she just needed to figure out how to break the news to Jane.

Jane was taught to prance by a not-too-forgiving Meg who frequently used her riding crop to correct the slavegirl. Bob finished his “tasting” by fucking Emily as she leaned over the fence beside the small corral. And Emily had the strangest mixture of emotions of her life. She watched Jane prancing in circles, raising her knees high with each step and was filed with conflicting emotions of pride and jealousy.

That evening, as Emily spooned against the back of her bound slavegirl, Emily broached the subject. “You wouldn't mind a few extra days as a slave, would you?”

“What do you mean?” was the response in the darkness.

“I mean that we're all conflicted and we shouldn't make hasty decisions just because the month is ending. Don't you agree?”

“Well when would my slavery end, then?” asked Jane, feeling Emily cuddling up tighter against her back. Each evening, she was bound in a different way. For this night, she wore both wrist and ankle cuffs with a short chain connecting them. This had the effect of bending her in two and made for an easy target for spooning.

“In about a week from now.”

“Why the extension?” asked the bound girl.

“It's just something that I want to do,” replied Emily after a brief hesitation.

Jane remained silent for a moment and then responded. “Okay. Tell me. What gives?”

Emily sighed and then told Jane about the offer. Jane listened silently and then remained silent after Emily had finished.

Emily finally broke the silence. “So would you mind?”

Jane took a deep breath before responding. “You are my mistress. You are my owner. If it would please you to keep me in slavery for a few more days, then it would please me.”

“You are too precious,” declared Emily, hugging herself against Jane's back. “I really do have to get us that strap-on because there's nothing I would like better than to fuck you right now until you scream.”

Jane laughed. “I just hope you know what you're doing. I trust you. I don't even know them. So I'm putting my life in your hands. When do we start?”

“Tomorrow, I guess” replied Emily. “And thank you for trusting me.”

“You haven't called me pip today,” said Jane quietly. “Am I no longer your pip?”

Emily felt her eyes starting to water. “You'll always be my pip.” With that she reached an arm across Jane and found a breast, which she claimed for the rest of the night as they slept.

Chapter 7: A Bold Move

“I hope you know what you're doing,” remarked Jane as the two stood at the edge of the woods together, trying to gather enough courage to step out into the Hopewell yard.

“Me too,” said Emily as she removed the last of Jane's bindings leaving her completely naked and unadorned in any way for the first time since the coffee shop. “Well here goes nothin'” And together they walked hand-in hand toward the house.

“Bob met them at the bottom of the stairs to the porch. “Kneel slavegirls,” he said in an authoritative voice. “Meg tells me that you wanted something in writing. Read this and sign it. Then bring it into the house with you.” With that, he turned and went back inside.

Emily laid the document down and the two girls read it together, emitting little gasps at certain phrases or clauses. “willingly give my mind, body and soul” was one that earned a gasp. “understand that I will submit to anything required by my owners” was another. Most of it was similar to a slave ownership agreement that Emily had bumped into on the internet when she was studying her newfound obsession. It was during that research that she had stumbled onto pictures of ponygirls but she remembered that none of them had been as breathtaking as Jane in her tack.

It was obvious, though, that the document had been modified and tailored to her. It said that this was a one-week ownership and that it could be renewed for the rest of her life at the end of that week. It indicated that, by signing the contract, Emily also yielded ownership of her slave, Jane, for the duration of the term. A loud gasp came as they read about transferability of rights. It said that the girls could not be sold during the first week but that they could be sold at any time if the contract was renewed. It did, however, indicate that they would be sold together as a set.

Then there was a long list of items, some of which were already checked. Reading the top of the page, they learned that checked items would be prohibited but that any unchecked items were fair game during the first week. After the first week, all boxes would be treated as unchecked.

They read through the list and Jane gulped as she tried to imagine some of these things. Every manner of deviant sexual behavior seemed to be listed. The Hopewells had already checked off a dozen or so behaviors. Scatology, piercing, branding and a number of others were already placed out of bounds by their future owners. But there were still plenty of unpleasantries left. The instructions at the top of the page indicated that Emily could select five more items to remove from the list, which caused the girls to start chattering as they tried to verbally prioritize it in terms of offensiveness.

Meg and Bob watched them through the window and chuckled together as an occasional hand flew to a mouth in shock or as one or both of the girls started fidgeting nervously. “They look so cute out there,” observed Meg. “Do you think they'll stay beyond the week?”

“I don't know,” replied Bob, giving his wife a hug, “but I think they probably will.”

Emily and Jane worked together and eliminated hanging, electric shock, mummification (they weren't sure what that was but Jane didn't like the sounds of it) and tattoos. But they wished that they had several more choices instead of just one more. There were still three items that they wanted to rule out: videotaping, minors and bestiality.

“I'm not fucking a dog!” exclaimed Jane.

“Relax. They don't even have a dog,” replied Emily who inwardly knew that she also had no desire to have a dog or horse or monkey or anything else as a lover.

Back and forth they argued about which item was the worst. “I think it would be gross to have sex with a teenager,” was Emily's view on minors. “If we allow videotaping, we can never go back to our old lives,” was Jane's observation. “The clips would probably end up all over the internet.”

“Together they finally agreed to check the box next to videotaping. Emily agreed that allowing themselves to be recorded would probably come back to haunt them later in life while the other two would only be unpleasantries for the next week. Plus, they reasoned, the other two were unlikely since the Hopewells had no children or pets. It never even dawned on them that they had overlooked an even more serious item in the list that they never even discussed.

They turned to the last page and read the remaining paragraphs, which described their rights as slaves: food, water and medical treatment, however, seemed to be their only rights. Emily picked up the pen and, with a shaky hand, managed to sign and date the document. There as another signature line below the first one but it was to be signed at the end of the week. Emily stared at that line for a long time knowing that it would seal her fate for the rest of her life and wondered if her name would ever appear on it.

Bob opened the door after he heard the knock and ushered the two naked girls inside. Emily held out the contract, which Bob accepted and looked over. “Interesting selections,” he observed. Were they difficult choices to make?”

“Very difficult,” replied Emily.

There wasn't a place for me to sign though, Bob,” observed Jane.

“Well now, that brings up two interesting points. First, your signature was not required because you are already the property of Emily. Her signature was all that was needed to transfer title of your body, mind and soul to us.” He emphasized his point by squeezing her breast as he said “body,” stroking her temple as he said “mind,” and placing his palm on her chest as he said “soul” causing Jane to tremble.

“As to the second point, for the duration of this contract, you are both to call us Master or Mistress. Understood?”

Jane gulped and nodded her head slowly. “Yes Master.”

“Yes Master,” whispered Emily.

Meg came up to them and commanded the two girls to kneel, which they promptly did. Then she bent down and encircled each neck, starting with Emily, with a woven collar. “You may rise and check out your new attire in the mirror.” They quickly got to their feet and went to the mirror where they each emitted an “ooo.” The collars were about two inches tall and appeared to be woven of metal or some kind of metal-coated fiber and formed a latticework appearance around their necks. Beneath each collar dangled a silver tag. Emily reached out and grasped Jane's, reading “Jane Ridley” on one side. Flipping it over she read “Property of Robert and Megan Hopewell.” A shudder raced through her body as she realized that hers must be the same. Jane reached out and read Emily's tag, the only difference being that the front read “Emily Barclay.” An identical shudder went through Jane's body.

“Do you like them?” asked Meg who had stepped between them, wrapping her arms around their naked waists.

“They're beautiful, Me… I mean Mistress,” replied Jane.

“And very functional too,” said Meg. “They are kind of like choke collars for girls. I guarantee that, while on a leash, you will not be resisting much.”

“Come over here with me now, girls,” said Meg as she turned them and led them to the couch. “Kneel now. We want to go over a few things with you.” Both girls immediately lowered themselves to their knees. Jane had no idea what was going on in Emily's mind but hers was filled with excitement about the new experience and an acute fear about what Emily would decide in a week. It all seemed surrealistic to her that she now had an undetermined period of slavery ahead of her but that she found her incarceration exciting. Emily had no idea what was going through Jane's mind but hers was entertained by a combination of absolute thrill tempered by severe doubts and dreads. “What have I gotten myself into?”

“You already know how to address us,” Bob spoke. “I trust that you will always do that properly. We also expect you to be posed appropriately. Many owners require that their slaves memorize dozens of positions and poses. We require only two: one for kneeling and one for standing. Meg will demonstrate your positions.”

Meg slid off the couch and knelt on the floor. “Knees should be spread shoulder width. You should be kneeling upright unless you are told to relax. Then you can rest your bottoms on your heels. Your wrists should be crossed behind your back unless you are bound in some way that prevents that. And your head should be held high. We only accept proud slaves. You should always look us in the eyes. You will meet some of our friends who are offended by a slave who does not cast her eyes down but always remember that you are our property and you will obey our rules.”

“Friends?!?!?!” thought Emily. “Nobody said anything about bringing others into this. Maybe I really have gotten myself in over my head.”

The two girls adjusted their positions to emulate Meg. Meanwhile, she arose and started walking around her two naked charges with a riding crop, swatting a bottom that stuck back too far or lifting a chin slightly. “Simple elegance is what we are looking for here. We want you available and exposed but elegant.”

Next, Jane and Emily learned their standing position. This one was also relatively simple. Their feet were to be shoulder width apart with their toes pointed forward. Heads high. Fingers laced behind their necks. Elbows back and in line with the backs of their heads. Chests arched forward as if making an offering of their breasts. They both mastered this position and were left in it as Meg sat back down beside Bob. “When you enter a room, you are always to present yourself to us. Generally, you will present yourself standing. But if we are seated and occupied in some way, such as talking with someone or working, then you should kneel before us or at our sides, whichever is most appropriate. And you should try to alternate so that we both get to enjoy both of you. Neither of us has a favorite and we intend to keep it that way. We expect that neither of you forms a favorite. You are simply property.”

They learned other rules that morning. They were expected to continue to exercise. As Meg put it, “we expect our property to be well maintained.” They would arise early and groom each other in time to be able to awaken their owners for breakfast. Lips and tongues were the preferred alarm clocks, they learned. They would have both inside and outside chores, which would be assigned to them daily. They were never to leave the house without permission and there was an alarm that would sound if they tried. They would be severely punished if they did try. Lastly, they were to keep themselves shaved. This was the last rule before the end of the meeting and then Meg led them to their quarters.