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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/F, FemDom, BDSM, Rom, No Sex


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.9 : Katrina


"Hi, Daddy!" I smiled into the phone.

I wanted to go to the airport, but it was too early and I'd just be
miserable if I did. So I was sitting on the hotel bed, watching the
television with the sound muted and calling my parents.

"Susan? Hi." My dad sounded a little surprised, but he probably
expected me to walk through the door, not call him on the phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked and it was fun, actually.

"Uh...Just watching a little news. Jim's here, someplace. Upstairs I
think."

"Good." I giggled. "He should be in my bed right now."

"In your bed?" Dad wondered at that. I heard my mom's voice in the
background and my dad answered her. "It's Susan."

"Yeah, he's been a bad boy, Daddy." I sighed dramatically. "But
Cheryl's going to come over and talk to him."

"He's been bad?" My dad was only getting more puzzled.

"Hi Susan." My mother's voice filled my ear; she must have gotten on
the kitchen extension.

"Hi mom."

"They're not, uh...Are they in trouble?" My dad was concerned now.

"Who's in trouble?" My mom asked.

"A little...Maybe." I said truthfully. "But I think it'll be okay."

"What happened?" Mom demanded.

"Ohhh...It's Jim...Do you remember Pauline? His old girlfriend?"

"The cheerleader?" Dad asked.

"They were all cheerleaders, dear." My mom corrected him.

"Yeah yeah...The last one I mean, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded into the phone. "Well, Jim was fucking her."

I said it bluntly and my parents didn't seem to notice, which was a
real reminder of how much our relationship had changed. A week ago I
never would have used the F word in front of them like that, now none
of us even noticed.

"Heh, that was a long time ago." My dad chuckled. "Nothing for her to
get excited..."

"I think she means more recently." Mom sighed. "Cheryl knows?"

"Yeah, she found out today." I smacked my lips. "Soooo...Cheryl is going
to come over and talk to him for a little bit."

"Well that's...Good, right?" Dad offered.

"Should be." I told them. "But, well you guys should know uh, we kind
of a have a thing."

"Ahhh...A thing?"

"What do you mean, dear?"

"I mean we had to punish Jim today, you know." I giggled. "Like we
punished Slave-Mommy for all that other cock she loves. Remember
that?"

"Mistress." My mother answered immediately and I knew she was red
faced, being reminded as she was of her own infidelity.

"How about you, Slave-Daddy? Remember when we spanked your wife's
pussy?"

"Yea...Yes, Mistress." Dad's voice was soft.

"So, Jim needed to be spanked too." I told them.

"He's...Mistress, he's your slave...Too?" My mom sounded a little shocked.

"Hard to imagine my Slave-Brother on his knees, isn't it Slave-Mommy?"
I chuckled.

"Y-Yessss..." She drew a breath.

"Does it turn my Slave-Mommy on?"

"Mistress...I..."

"Tell me the truth now...Do you want to see me punish Jim? Spank his big
hard cock, Slave-Mommy?" I was whispering. "Make him eat my ass like
Slave-Daddy does? Would you like that?"

"Oh God...Mistress..." My mom was touching herself, I'd have bet money on
it.

"You'd like some of that too, wouldn't you Slave-Mommy...Your son's big
dick inside your hot little hole?" I felt myself getting wet, speaking
dirty to my own mom like that.

"I...Yes, Mistress..." She practically moaned.

"I'll let you fuck him, Slave-Mommy...And I'll let you watch, Slave-
Daddy." I chuckled. "If you're both good."

"Mistress, thank you." Mom gasped softly.

"You're being quiet, Slave-Daddy." I giggled. "What do you think?"

"I, uh...I don't know, Mistress." My dad really didn't either, it would
take him awhile.

"Don't worry Slave-Daddy, I have something special for you too."

"W-What?" My father could barely be heard of my mom's heavy breathing.

"Don't you cum, Slave-Mommy." I told her sternly. "I'll whip that cunt
of yours if you can't control it."

"Mistress, I...Yes...I am...I will...Won't..." She was close.

"I have a new Slave-Sister to play with too, Daddy...A brand new
daughter for you to love, just like I promised." I told my father.

"I don't, uh...What do you mean, Mistress?"

"Cheryl." I was smiling big and I wished I'd been able to tell my
parents in person.

"Cheryl?" My mother gasped.

"You and her..." Daddy said slowly.

"I fucked the daylights out of her." I agreed happily. "She came when
I spanked her too. She's a good little subbie." I couldn't help
bragging just a little.

"She's your slave?" Mom asked. "But...She's pregnant!"

"I know." I giggled. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, her baby
will be fine."

"Y-You told her about me, Mistress?" My dad sounded nervous.

"What, that you'd love to fuck her, Slave-Daddy?" I clucked my tongue.
" Or...That you're a bad daddy who needs to be punished?"

"Uh...Yes, Mistress. Both...I guess..." He agreed and not so
reluctantly.

"Not yet." I laughed at the tease. "You can tell her yourself, she's
my slave, but..."

"Mistress?"

"But what, Mistress?"

"Mmmm...She's going to be your Mistress too." I told them. "I'm going to
teach her how and you two slaves are going to help her. You're going
to love her, aren't you, my Slave-Parents?"

"M-Mistress...Cheryl?" My father said and he sounded like he was ready
to cum too. "Oh yes, Mistress...I...We do love her..."

"Are you jerking off, Slave-Daddy?" I chided him. "Put that cock away,
you're supposed to be taking it easy."

"I'm sorry...Yes, Mistress."

"Like a couple horny teenagers, I swear!" I sighed theatrically.

"Does Cheryl...Mistress Cheryl..." Mom corrected herself slowly. "Does she
know about...Us?"

"Not yet, Slave-Mommy. But she will soon enough, when I get home we'll
all sit down and talk about it, okay?"

"She's coming, right? What uh...How do we act...Mistress?" My dad was a
little nervous, I thought, and that was cute.

"Act natural." I laughed. "She's still your daughter-in-law."

"Yeah, but...Okay." He finally agreed, but dad was still trying to
understand the rules.

"Are you making dinner, mom?" I asked, letting her know we could end
our little long-distance scene.

"Yeah, uh...Susan." She spoke slowly. "Just some spaghetti and..."

"Good." I nodded and glanced at my watch, which I'd put back on after
my shower. "I'll be home about...mmmm...Eight o'clock maybe, we'll all eat
then. Is that okay?"

"Sure, yeah." My mom agreed. "I'll make some salad too, that'll be...uh,
nice."

"Yeah." I laughed lightly. "Just give Jim and Cheryl their time to
talk, okay? And I'll see you guys later. Love you."

"Love you too, Susan." Daddy said.

"Mistress, I love you." My mother whispered and she wanted a
lifestyle, to live a 24/7 power exchange, I thought. Mom was hungry
for that and it was another thing on my mind.

"I know, Slave-Mommy. I love you too." I rewarded her gently. "Bye
bye."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Checking out?" The registration clerk asked me.

She was the middle-aged woman who'd seen me coming in with my mother
one day and Cheryl the next. The look on her face made her opinion of
me clear, although she knew nothing at all but what she suspected. I
wondered just how good her imagination might be.

"No." I smiled at her, deciding to frustrate her with my good humor.
"I'll be back, but I do need fresh linen and towels, please."

"I'll let housekeeping know, ma'am." She answered, as she had to.
Whether she liked me or not it was one of the better hotels in the
city, and so she had to maintain decorum.

"Thanks." I smiled prettily. "What time do you get off, uh...Carolyn?" I
read her name tag.

"Excuse me?" She stared and her face flushed slightly.

"How late do you work?" I giggled.

"I don't think that's..." She was flustered and obviously thought I was
hitting on her.

And she wasn't unattractive by any means, I'd always found women in
uniform sexy and this hotel did dress the staff nice. White blouses
and two piece suits, royal blue skirts and jackets for the women. And
she was married, I'd noted, seeing the small diamond engagement ring
just inside her wedding band. It might have been fun trying to seduce
her, and I may even have succeeded despite her prejudice. Curiosity
has killed a lot more than cats, in my experience, and this woman was
wondering about me.

"Come on..." I leaned on the counter slightly, dropping my voice and
several co-workers, younger women were watching us.

"I'll uh, I'll have housekeeping..." She swallowed nervously.

"You said that, Carolyn." I smiled at her. "What time do you get off
work?"

"I..." She glanced at a dark-haired girl with glasses who instantly
busied herself. "Ten o'clock..."

"After your shift, come upstairs and turn my bed down for me..." I
whispered, looking into her green eyes. Wonderfully green eyes; it was
her best feature...So far.

"I, um...."

"Would you do that for me, Carolyn?" I asked her gently.

"If you...Want me to..." She cleared her throat as a door behind her
opened and a heavyset man appeared, giving me a look and a lick of his
lips.

"I'll let you know." I promised her, and then louder. "Thank you,
Carolyn."

"Yes ma'am." She was blushing and looking down as I walked away.

That woman hadn't been hard to pick out, the guilty ones liked to hide
their desires behind a mask of moral outrage. She'd given me the looks
for the benefit of her coworkers, for the other guests, pretending
that she wasn't interested in what was going on. But Carolyn was
curious, if nothing else, maybe even experienced and now stuck in a
dull marriage. She was remembering her college girlfriend possibly, or
that one night when she'd had a little too much to drink and had woken
up well-fucked in her pretty roommate's bed.

Whatever the reason, whatever her excuse, Carolyn was predictable and
her secrets weren't well kept at all. I would probably never see her
again, I thought as I waited for the valet to retrieve my rental car,
but one never knew. And if we did get together I'd punish her for all
those secrets, I'd make a point of it, and Carolyn would thank for it
I was sure.

It was a fun game though, one I enjoyed immensely and I practiced it a
lot, on people like Carolyn. I didn't win all the time, the way I had
with her; sometimes I was completely wrong and those were only
slightly frustrating. I was rarely embarrassed by it and depending on
the person, they were more often than not flattered by the attention,
rather than humiliated or angered by it.

And that was me essentially, it was what I did. Being a Dominatrix
required a lot of perception. I'd taught myself to read facial
expressions and body language, to listen to a person's voice and hear
not only what they were saying, but what they weren't. It was like
magic to some people, but others could understand it completely. Any
good salesman or politician practiced the same skills, merely to
different ends.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Despite my phone call home and my flirtation with Carolyn, and the
traffic from downtown to the airport, I was still early. Katrina's
plane was scheduled for an 1855 arrival, five minutes before seven,
but it said delayed and I had no idea how long that meant. I frowned
and made my way towards the gates, spending ten minutes going through
the security checkpoint and then riding the small subway from the main
terminal to the other one, where the gates were.

That still left me with thirty minutes, or probably more as that
delayed warning blinked slowly on the information monitors I looked
at. There was little to do except browse the small shops, or sit in
one of the lounges and have a drink.

"Just a coke, please." I told the bartender.

Alcohol was good sometimes, and I probably could have used a shot of
something to relax me, but I preferred staying clear as much as I
could.

It was reasonably crowded with both departing passengers and people
like me, anxious loved ones and friends, waiting on an arrival. I was
dressed as I'd been all day, which is to say a little too enticing for
where I was, but I didn't mind it so much. I'd look good for Katrina
anyway. I'd washed my skirt, as best I could after Cheryl had cum all
over it. Her juices had been ripe too and I wondered if her aroma
wasn't noticeable even after my brief attempts to clean it back at the
hotel.

"Uh, excuse me..." A soft male voice interrupted my solitude.

As it had to, I supposed with a sigh. It wasn't likely a very
attractive woman, especially dressed as I was, could sit alone in a
public bar for very long without someone wanting to be her friend. If
there was a downside to being beautiful that was it, or one of them
anyway. Another problem was the people who were too shy to approach
me, some of whom would have doubtless become my friends. But we'd
never know because they assumed a girl who looked like me would never
have anything in common with someone like them. I found that vaguely
frustrating.

I turned slowly and looked at the man, giving him neither a frown nor
a smile, but just being neutral. I really had no interest in games
right then, but I wasn't going to bite the man's head off either...So
long as he kept his manners.

"This is going to sound weird, but..." He swallowed hard and he was
ready to run at the first sign of trouble.

He was older; in his forties I thought. A businessman with a
disheveled grey suit, like he'd been traveling all day and still had a
few more miles to go. He was neither handsome or ugly, but normal the
way people are, with his receding black hair and five o'clock shadow.

"What is it?" I asked him, and gently as I didn't want to give him a
heart attack. He really was quite nervous.

"You're Mistress Susan, right?"

And he'd lowered his voice, leaning towards me as close as he dared
and I could smell his Old Spice.

"From the internet? Uh, Bound for Glory?" He continued after a little
pause when I didn't answer right away.

"Yes, I am." I nodded and stared into his eyes until he looked down.
"Who are you?"

"Mistress, I'm Larry...Uh, oh geez, uh...I'm paddles, I mean...paddles on
the website." He nodded quickly. "But, just Larry...here...Mistress."

"Paddles?" I smiled at him then. "It's nice to meet you, sit down."

"Yeah...Yeah, Mistress..." He let out the breath he'd been holding and sat
down immediately.

We had forums and message boards on the website, a couple chat rooms,
and of course email from the members, and I did remember getting
messages from a member named 'paddles' but what he'd said specifically
I couldn't recall. We got so many, Katrina and I, as well as some of
our regular models, it was impossible to remember all of them. But the
nickname did ring a bell and he knew it, and so Larry was very pleased
just then.

"Let me get you a drink, Larry." I signaled for the bartender.

"Oh, I can't let you..."

"Larry..." I teased him, sounding a little stern, but smiling. "Are you
going to tell me no?"

"No, Mistress...I mean...oh..." He laughed and so did I, he was cute. "I
can't believe I'm talking to you. I mean sitting here with you....uh...
just ah anything a...light beer."

The bartender nodded and he was young and handsome and gave us a
little grin, like he was wondering why a girl like me would be buying
a man like Larry a drink. But that boy knew nothing about people and
how important they are...Hopefully he'd learn, if he was a good
bartender.

"Well, I'm glad you are, Larry." I said sincerely. "It isn't easy
doing what you did, is it?"

"No...Oh my..." He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "I saw you getting off
the train and I couldn't believe it and...I worship you, I emailed you.
You probably don't remember, I...You answered me though. It was nice."

I laughed lightly, enjoying his pleasure and watching as the man
reached for his beer, taking a large swallow.

"I've been a member for over a year." Larry continued and I was happy
to listen. "It's the best, your site...It's amazing and I even I got my
wife to look."

"Really?" I nodded. "She knows you like BDSM?"

"She does now, yeah." Larry nodded quickly. "I didn't uh...She didn't
know for a long time. We've been married ten years, we...We were both
married before...Do you want to see? Here..."

I sipped my coke while Larry dug out his wallet, determined to tell me
and show me everything it seemed.

"This is her...Uh, that's my wife, Linda." He was nodding. "She spanks
me..." He blushed sweetly, speaking as softly as he could. "I told her
everything, you sent me an email and told me to talk to her and I
did."

"Good for you guys." I reached out with my hand and patted his arm
gently. "I'm so glad for you."

"You changed my life, Mistress." He was looking into my eyes now and
he meant every word he was saying. "I can't thank you enough for that,
she's...I love her so much and you were right. About talking."

It was advice I'd given a lot of people, a lot of men who had emailed
me, telling me of their fantasies and wishing their wives or
girlfriends were involved. Wishing they didn't have secrets. I told
them to talk, to open up slowly and carefully and to be honest, but
really I had to admit that dealing with email was abstract to me. They
were faceless and not real at the time, and I was suddenly struck by
that realization, that the email I got from 'paddles' had come from a
real person. It had come from Larry and I had influenced his life, and
I'd done it in all of five minutes perhaps, answering an email over my
morning coffee.

It was a very sobering thought and I was determined never to forget
it.

We sat there talking for very nearly half an hour and it was very
enjoyable. We talked about simple things really and Larry was
enthusiastic and actually charming in a way. He was a surprising man
and I was very glad I'd met him.

"Oh there we go." I smiled suddenly, looking up slightly as Katrina's
flight was announced, arriving at gate thirty-four and just ten
minutes late.

"Do you have to go?" Larry was smiling, he wasn't under any illusions.

"Come on." I grinned at him, feeling my heart lifting. "Come with me,
I want you to meet someone."

"Uh...Okay." He smiled with a bit of confused pleasure. "Mistress."

We joined the small throng of people waiting to greet the disembarking
passengers and it was a short wait. I'd gotten Katrina a seat in
business class, so she was off the plane before the anonymous herd of
passengers in coach.

She was stunning too, and I don't say that only because I was in love
with her, but because it was true. Katrina was the most beautiful
woman I'd ever seen, and that may seem cliché, but I assure you that I
can't exaggerate the woman's beauty. And it wasn't purely physical, it
was her presence, her smile and eyes and the way she moved, the way
she smelled and the sound of her voice.

Katrina slipped through the crowd like Moses parting the sea, people
moved out her way instinctively, most of them watching her, losing
themselves for a moment and then reluctantly returning to whatever
mundane thing they'd been doing before. Katrina changed people by her
presence, and that she seemed so unaware of it only made her that much
more attractive. She was perfect.

"That's...Oh..." Larry took a deep breath. "That's Katrina!"

"Yes, she is." I sighed, but I couldn't spare my new friend a glance,
I only had eyes for her right then.

And I waited, which was the hardest part of all. Standing there as I
had to, being Katrina's Mistress. I had to wait for her to come to me,
however much my heart desired to run to her and embrace her just then.

"She's beautiful..." Larry echoed my thoughts exactly. "I mean you're
beautiful too, Mistress...Uh..."

"It's okay." I giggled at him. "I know exactly what she is."

Katrina was wearing a one piece leather dress. It was soft, like warm
butter and the color of wine, a rich burgundy. It fit her body
closely, hugging her waist and hips and wonderfully formed breasts. It
was modestly cut, tailored not so much to reveal skin, but the shape
of the woman underneath. The skirt was tight, hugging Katrina's ass
and the tops of her thighs and then flaring slightly at the knees as
it reached for her feet. It was slit in the back and the leather
seemed to writhe as she walked towards us. Katrina's leather slings
with their two inch heels gave her a little lift to all of five foot
eight perhaps, or even a little more. But she wasn't nearly as tall
she seemed, it was just that her presence was larger than life.

She wore her collar, of course. It was fashioned of simple black
leather, narrow and supple after three long years of wearing it
virtually 24 hours a day, seven days a week. She took it off for
bathing and the occasional asphyxia scene, but that was all. Katrina's
blonde hair was long and loose, falling around her angelic features
like a golden cloud. Her face was made up prettily, but not overdone
or dramatic. Her eyes were on me, blue and shining dark. She had
shadows in her eyes.

Katrina looked like a model, or an actress, or some rock star's wife
and I was aware of a couple people actually taking her picture. They
were either infatuated suddenly, and who wouldn't be, I thought, or
else they wanted her photo just in case she really was famous. Any
time you get a large number of people together, you'll find that the
unexpected and laughable can't be far behind.

"Mistress." Katrina breathed finally, taking my hand before anything
else and kissing my palm before pressing it to her cheek.

"Slave." I smiled and I had to remind myself it had only been a few
days we'd been apart. It felt like years since I'd seen her.

I wanted to kiss her and there was no false modesty, no guilt or shame
that prevented us from expressing our love, but I considered it
impolite, really. This was an airport, not a nightclub or even a hotel
bar, and we weren't in Vegas, where I might not have cared even so.
But unless I intended to scene with her in public, Katrina and I would
largely keep our desires in check, saving all of our kisses for the
time when we could be alone.

"I want you to meet someone. Larry, this is my slave, Katrina." I
smiled at the man who was pink and nervous all over again. "Larry is
'paddles' on the website."

"Are you?" Katrina gave him a genuine smile and took his hand gently,
holding it in both of hers. "It's so nice to meet you."

"It's...My pleasure, Katrina." He nodded and let himself be captivated
for a long moment. "You're, uh...Wow..."

"Larry was nice enough to keep me company while I waited." I smiled at
him, always enjoying the way people fell in love with my slave.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you." Katrina was still holding his hand.

"Oh, that was, uh...That was nothing at all." Larry was shaking his
head.

"How's that Spencer working out for you?" Katrina grinned.

"You remember? Uh..." Larry bobbed his head quickly. "I love it, you
were right it's great."

"Yeah, of course I remember." Katrina giggled and tossed her hair,
turning to me. "I was in the chat room one night and paddles...I mean
Larry...Was looking for a paddle..." She laughed and Larry nodded.
"...So of course I told him he had to get a Spencer Paddle!"

"Of course." I chuckled and I wasn't surprised that Katrina would
remember a random conversation from how many months previously. She
always knew what to say.

"My wife loves it too." Larry confided in Katrina and my slave laughed
happily.

"Larry, we have to go, but you have to promise me that if you ever
come to Las Vegas, you have to let me repay you, alright?" I took his
hand as Katrina finally released it and he nodded at me.

"Oh that's..." He smiled.

"No, really...I'd love to entertain you for a night." I smiled warmly
into his eyes. "With your wife's permission, of course."

"I'll uh...Okay." He let my hand go. "Mistress."

"Bye, Larry." Katrina gave him a little wave. "Nice meeting you."

"You too, yeah...Ahhh...Like a dream." Larry watched us walk away and he
was a very happy man, I thought.

"He seems nice." Katrina smiled at me.

"He is." I giggled. "Did you have any problems with your rings?"

"No, Mistress." Katrina was holding my hand. "Amy helped me with the
circlip."

"Good." I nodded.

"Did you mean it, about finding someone?" Katrina couldn't wait and I
might have punished her for being so eager, but not just then.

"Yeah." I nodded and we were getting close to the little subway
station.

"But you don't want to say anything." Katrina nodded. "Sorry
Mistress."

"I haven't brought it up with him yet, with either of them." I looked
down at her as we stood there; she was just a few inches shorter than
me, which was nice.

"Either of them?" Katrina smiled.

"I want you to meet them first and we'll talk." I shrugged. "You
know."

"Yes Mistress."

There were more people coming as we waited for the little train that
would carry us back to the main terminal. Katrina stood closer to me
and I put my arms around her, unable to help myself and I felt her own
hand sliding up my shoulder, to my neck and the girl pulled me down
gently so she could whisper in my ear.

"I want to make love to you, Mistress." Her breath was hot and it made
me tingle all over.

"I know." I promised her. "Soon."

People were watching us. Two attractive women standing together, their
arms around one another and whispering. It was probably a little much
for that place, for that city, but we didn't care. There was little
else in the world right then, so far as Katrina and I were concerned.
All we wanted to do was get out of the airport and someplace where we
could loose our real selves completely.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I hope you don't mind, Mistress."

"What?" I looked at her, trying not to smile.

"I packed a small bag." She giggled and pointed at the sign for
baggage claim. We were in the main terminal now.

"I thought you traveling light." I looked pointedly at her small purse
and shook my head.

"They made me open it in Vegas." Katrina laughed and it was such a
lovely sound people stopped what they were doing at looked at us.

"Did you have fun?" I grinned at her as we made our way towards the
luggage carousels, already turning.

"It was funny." She glanced around us. "I think the double dong might
have scared them a little."

"Oh, you didn't bring that." I rolled my eyes.

"You said I could take out my rings, Mistress." Katrina was teasing
me.

The double dong was an eighteen inch, double headed dildo that looked
positively pornographic. Katrina and I had fucked each other often
with that particular toy and when it was really good we could just
manage to take all of it, between the two of us. Enough so that our
Katrina's soft vulva would meet mind and we could grind ourselves to
orgasm impaled on nine inches of pliable cock each. It was very much
like heaven must be, in Katrina's expert opinion, which was why she'd
brought it, but it had been a long time since we'd played that game.
It would be fun seeing how well she would do with it now.

"What else?" I asked my slave, knowing all too well that Katrina
hadn't packed so much as a pair of panties, probably.

She would have filled that suitcase full of toys and been halfway to
the airport before it occurred to her that she might need to change
clothes once in awhile. Or perhaps not. Katrina generally didn't wear
a lot of clothes at home, and when she did, the girl was comfortable
in whatever she happened to find. And beautiful as well, which made me
wonder sometimes why we spent as much on clothes as we did. But seeing
Katrina in that leather dress, which had cost much more than a pretty
penny, reminded me of the reason. I just wish she'd brought more of
her wardrobe with her.

"Oh, the usual." She said airily and I promised myself that I'd spank
her for this little conversation later. "Clamps, crops, and cuffs."

"And are you wearing that butt plug?" I asked her softly while we
waited for her suitcase to appear.

"Can't you tell, Mistress?" She smiled up at me.

"Actually, no." I laughed.

"It was very uncomfortable for a little while." Katrina told me. "But
I barely notice it now."

"I'll give you something to notice later." I promised Katrina,
reaching behind her to feel her ass, but that plug was well inside her
stretched rectum, with just a rubber flange that would be wedged deep
in the crease of Katrina's sexy ass.

"Mistress." She squealed and people were staring, but we were used to
it.

"Shhh...Be a good slave, is that your suitcase?" I pointed with my eyes
and then waited as Katrina retrieved it. It wasn't very large, a small
suitcase and not very heavy. It had wheels and a telescoping handle
and Katrina pulled it behind us as we left for the parking lot.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Kiss me now." I told her.

We were standing in the garage, which wasn't completely deserted of
course, but quiet enough and I'd been growing impatient. Katrina as
well and she let me take her in my arms, and I felt her body molding
itself to mine as we stood there in that dim orange glow of the
overhead lights and the late setting sun.

Her lips were soft and warm and moist, and I pressed my tongue between
them carefully, as if I might injure her somehow with my kiss. Katrina
accepted it with a soft moan and her eyelids fluttered over her
sapphire eyes, so dark and blue as to be black. It was a deep kiss, a
slow and loving one. No hurry there, none at all, and it seemed to
stretch for a thousand years before it was too soon ended.

"My Mistress, my love..." Katrina was a little flushed and she drew a
deep breath as she dropped to the asphalt and kissed my feet.

It was expected of her, though not anticipated for exactly that
moment, but I didn't mind. It was what she wanted to do, and more,
Katrina needed to do it. She was always attentive and eager to
demonstrate her submission, as if she were required to prove it as
often as she could. Kissing my feet was more her custom than mine,
originally, but I did enjoy it so.

"Come on." I swallowed thickly and I was hot all over with desire for
her. "My parents are waiting to meet you."

"Yes, Mistress." Katrina stood slowly and she was like a little girl
suddenly, looking up at me and biting her lip.

"They'll love you." I promised her, reaching out to stroke her cheek.
"You'll see."

"I trust you, Mistress." Katrina nodded, but she was frightened even
so.

I was tempted to tell her of my new relationship with my family,
knowing it would have relaxed my slave immeasurably, but that was such
a good surprise I wanted to savor it. Katrina would have no problems
with our incest, I was positive of that. Her favorite fantasy, one of
them, was making love to her father. Not her real one, as I understood
it, who was a shadow only barely remembered, but someone else, a
surrogate father who would love her with tender kisses and gentle
hands.

That Katrina had never been with a man hardly mattered, it was just a
fantasy, merely a dream. It pleased me that I might actually bring her
dreams to life, if she were willing. If I was able to suspend that
jealous aspect of my love for her.

If everything went according to plan, and it was a tentative and
unspoken plan as yet, if it worked, by the end of the night Katrina
would be pregnant with our child. It was something we'd discussed
often and had both agreed to in principal. We were both 24 years old
and we had money saved, we were in love and ready and we wanted to
share that love. It had become a matter of finding the right donor,
the correct seed for our union, and I thought I'd found it finally.

My father, or my brother, either one of them would be perfect. Our
child would share our blood, Katrina's and mine, the way it was
supposed to be. That it wasn't I who had created our offspring would
hardly matter, we'd made love so many times already and ejaculation
was such a small thing compared to our feelings. And I would be there
anyway, with Katrina as she conceived; kissing her, making love to her
while my brother or father filled her fertile womb with sperm. I'd be
the one she remembered. I'd be the father in her eyes, not one of
them.

In fact, as I sat there in the car, driving towards my parents' house
and our uncertain future, it seemed to me that best would be not
knowing which of them was the biological father. And perhaps it would
be better for my father and brother if they didn't know about it all.
Cheryl especially, I thought, she wouldn't have to know that her
husband may have fathered a child with Katrina. I wondered how I might
arrange all that, trying to ignore the other thought, the unhappy one.

The thought that those would be secrets then, and I didn't care for
such things very much.


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