Bosom Bondage Buddies, Part 2

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 29 - Vivid and Vixen

  

My opportunity to invite Erik Sanford to participate in our next party came a few days later, when I reported for a follow-up visit on the laser hair removal process. It had been wonderful not to have to shave every morning, let alone not worrying about a beard shadow forming late in the evening. But there had been a few hairs pop out in various places which had not been adequately eradicated in the first set of treatments. Dr. Sanford decided they could all be removed in a single additional treatment, though, so I had to strip completely in his examining room to prepare for the laser.

His touch was quite professional as he applied the laser, but it was necessary for him to handle nearly every part of my body before he finished. In the course of his treatment he examined the minuscule mark at my neck and lightly stroked my new tits, provoking an arousal from my nipples.

"Well, everything seems to be working okay," he observed.

"Wonderfully," I agreed, "in fact, so much so that I have a special request."

His raised eyebrow was his only response, but it indicated clear interest so I continued.

"I wonder if you might get a message to someone for me, someone I think you know," I began.

"If possible," he agreed.

"Would you ask Lord Odysseus if he would like to accompany Milady Halo and her two slave girls, Vivid and Vixen to a bondage party?" I whispered.

"Halo, Vivid, and Vixen?" he asked, not understanding.

"Yes, Milady Halo is so angelic, though she is quite strong as well. Slave Vixen also has a strong spirit. She is well behaved with her owner, but always seems to be on the hunt for something. Slave Vivid, on the other hand, has only just begun her training. Her personality is not entirely clear." Erik picked up on the references, connecting each name with the appropriate person. When he realized that I would be changing from mistress to slave his eyes widened in surprise, then in pleasure, and I could see a definite response in his pants even through the surgical scrubs. Though I was totally unclothed I still wore my makeup and wig. In addition, my new tits were prominently between us, so my Brandy persona was in full force. Brandy always had been a bit of a tease, so I let my long-nailed fingers lightly stroke his pulsing bulge. His eyes widened again, but he said nothing. I had kissed him, after all, more than once, so he either had a pretty open mind, or was able to ignore irrelevant factors. Probably both. However, before things got really interesting, he caught my hand and held it still.

"I believe Lord Odysseus might be very interested in helping Lady Halo train her slaves, especially Vivid," he declared. The look in his gray eyes affected me very strangely. I saw an immense well of power in their depth and I felt an unexpected responsiveness, a willingness, even an eagerness to please this intense man. I wondered if that sort of look ever appeared in Raven's eyes. Somehow I didn't think so. I enjoyed playing the part and knew what actions to take to play it well, but for me it was only acting out a part. I wasn't so sure with this man. For him, it might be very real, yet that didn't diminish my trust for him. Somewhere deep inside me there lurked the thought that surrendering to this man might be the thing that could make me happiest, that his understanding of my needs might be better than my own, and that he would honor the trust with infinite pleasure, just as I tried to do with Kelly when I bound her to our bed. My breath had caught in my throat when he focused that intense gaze on me, and I had to shake my head to break the spell.

"Good, I'll be sure to tell her so," I said, trying to get back in control of myself.

He smiled at me, turning off the power within his eyes and was again just my excellent doctor. He pointed to my clothes in dismissal, repeating the admonition not to get too much sun until the swelling reduced.

"Oh, I just remembered, Milady Halo asks if you would come to her house on the first Saturday of next month. If you wish to help apply the bonds to the slaves, show up about 4:00, otherwise, about 4:30," I said.

"Tell her I . . that is Odysseus . . will definitely be there by 4:00," he told me, then left the room.

The look in his eyes had triggered erections in three places on my body, the one between my legs threatening to reveal more than merely that I was excited, so I had to carefully pack it away. When I finally had my cock adequately taped into place I got dressed in my new style. Since I had needed a little hair removal on my chest, I had worn a bra and garter belt rather than a corset. My blouse was open at my slender neck, plunging low enough to celebrate my new cleavage. My skirts were just as short as ever, though, and my heels just as high. It was a little more casual than the careful things I had needed to do previously, but no less beautiful, even more feminine.

I told Kelly and Billie Jo that I had contacted Lord Odysseus and that he would participate in our party, but I still didn't tell him who the mysterious master really was. I thought it might be interesting to see how that developed, whether he intended to maintain his mystery, or whether he would declare his real identity. It would be apparent as soon as he showed up, of course, if he still wore his mask, I certainly wouldn't tell the others who he was.

My favorite specialty shop had the bonds necessary for the matching chains required by Vivid and Vixen, though the young man wasn't in attendance at that time. I expected we would one day see him up on a slave block, asking to be bought by a strong master. Kelly ordered Billie Jo's long wig and picked up another red slave dress, plus the sandals I would need.

Finally the day of the bondage party arrived. I couldn't quite match the outfits worn by the other slave girls, since my cock would hang down below the tiny skirt of the slave dress if I left it loose, so I would have wear a thong and bind it away. This would be the only difference in my outfit, however, from that worn by Vixen. As I carefully arranged my package, using the tape to smooth out the shape, I realized that the hormone treatments, while not impeding my basic virility, had allowed me to keep my erection under control when that was what I wanted. I could count on a smaller bulge to hide until I chose to release my thrusting sword. The hormones had also smoothed my skin out dramatically, causing my body to retain a thin layer of fat. My weight had actually decreased, though, since I had lost muscle bulk despite our continuing exercises. Kelly walked in as I was smoothing the last piece of tape into position.

"Goodness, Brandy, you've really got that down to a science.

You could wear a swimsuit, now."

"Well, maybe," I allowed, "but it would have to be a one-piece suit, my stomach ridges are still too well defined. Besides, I wouldn't want to get my hair wet."

"I didn't say you had to go swimming," she laughed, "just wear a suit. And I think you'd look great in a bikini. Tonight you've had to attach the tape pretty low in order not to show when you wear your slave dress, low enough to work with a two-piece suit. Those muscle ridges make you look like a female body-builder, but your new tits make you look definitely female. Overall, you'd be just fine."

"Maybe," I repeated, but the idea was interesting. Rocky owned a ship that cruised the west coast of Mexico, like the Love Boat of the old TV show, and I might find an occasion to wear a bikini at that.

"Anyway," Kelly continued, "it's time for you to get dressed. Billie Jo will be here anytime. I can do your makeup after you put on your dress."

She handed me the thin slave garment. In her hands, it looked like a not-very-big silk scarf, with too little material to cover anything. I put it on, draping the tiny skirt over my hips and pulling the halter top up under my long hair. I was almost right about the dress, it didn't cover much of anything, just barely enough to keep me from getting arrested. Maybe.

My first impression as I stood there in the filmy dress was of the caress of a soft cascade of hair on my bare back. There was nothing between the back of my neck and the micro-mini skirt draped low on my hips and my hair constantly brushed against the bare skin in between, gently, smoothly, sensuously. Before I had always had to wear a corset, and generally a high-necked blouse, so the feel of my hair whispering to my waist was new to me. I shook my head to get ripples moving in the soft weight of it, smiling at the lovely feel. Kelly laughed at me and pointed at my shoes, reminding me I still needed to put them on.

I finished just in time and was sitting at the makeup table when Billie Jo arrived. Kelly had designed a new makeup for each of us, more dramatic than our normal daily approach, yet working to soften the strong bones of our faces. She tailored the design carefully to each of us, using subtle highlights or shadows to diminish the differences and emphasize the similarities. When Billie Jo finally donned her own long wig, the effect was incredible. We looked like more than sisters, we looked almost like twins. Even our body shapes were similar, since Billie Jo always had possessed a strong, lean body, not as shapely as Kelly even after her tits were enhanced. Only the color of our eyes was significantly different, Billie Jo's dark brown not quite a match for my own midnight blue, although at a distance the impression would probably be only that our eyes were dark, so they weren't too different after all.

"Kelly, I know I've said it before, but you're a genius," I said happily.

"Absolutely," Billie Jo agreed.

"Well, there is one noticeable difference," Kelly giggled, then reached out to tweak my nipples through the thin material. "You'll have to keep your head and shoulders back to make sure you show properly, or should I say improperly?"

Her touch had the desired effect though, and my tits showed prominently through the dress. The nipples had grown dramatically in the last month, now fully within the range of normal adult women, though not so spectacular as Kelly always displayed.

"Okay, you two are done, now get out of here so I can do myself," Kelly ordered.

We stood back to watch as she redid her face into another new design, emphasizing the strength of her ice-blue eyes. When she was done, she showed a power and confidence that I had never seen before, not all due to the cosmetics. She was really starting to get into this role. Standing up seemed be the trigger for her switch to Milady Halo, for from that point she called us by our slave names and expected instant obedience.

"Vivid, get my leather dress. Vixen, get my boots. You will help me dress before Lord Odysseus arrives."

We scurried to obey, lacing her quickly into the soft, creamy material. I pulled the laces of the dress tightly enough to elevate her figure from spectacular to unbelievable, though unlike her slave girls, Milady Halo was all natural. Vixen was less concerned with tightness than with a smooth, comfortable pressure in the thigh-high boots, so it took her a little longer, but she was finished just before 4 o'clock.

Exactly on time, the doorbell rang. Milady Halo's eyes told me to answer it, though I was dangerously close to being revealed in the thin dress. I had no choice, of course, and moved quickly to obey. Lord Odysseus stood there, a small package in one of his hands. He wasn't wearing a mask so I knew he didn't mind that we recognized him as Dr. Sanford. Somehow, it still didn't seem the same person, though. That look of masterful power was back in his eyes.

"Milord," I said, and stood back to let him enter. As he passed, I bowed my head, causing a liquid flow of hair to cascade past my shoulders and fall into place over the soft halter top to my dress. That was nearly a mistake, since the reduction in tension on the front of the dress allowed it to gap, threatening to expose my breasts. However, my hair cascaded forward before anything really showed, and when I lifted my head again my tits snuggled back into place within the soft material. He watched the smooth, beautiful motion for a moment, then walked past to meet Milady Halo.

"I have a couple of gifts for you, Lady Halo," he said as he opened the package. "Perhaps you would like your slave girls to wear these."

He offered her two beautiful chain-link rings, matching those that would soon adorn our necks, but designed to control our hair into a pony-tail.

"When they let their hair fall forward, like Vivid just did, they hide their beautiful shapes. I think it would be better if their hair were bound as well."

"Indeed," Milady Halo agreed, "would you like the honor of placing the first bonds on them, then?"

"Yes, I would," he said, directly and forcefully.

"Slaves!" she ordered sharply, "Kneel at the feet of Lord Odysseus."

We hastened to obey, struggling to keep our heads up and shoulders back to maintain what little coverage the slave dresses allowed. Milord Odysseus gathered up my mane in his hands, brushing his fingers lightly through my hair with a gentle caress that sent shivers down my spine though he didn't touch any part of my skin. When he had it controlled within one of his strong hands, he placed the ring around it, snapping the fastener closed with a tiny, terribly important click. I now wore his steel.

Vixen's hair was captured next, and I was surprised to find I was jealous of the attention he was granting to her, though he only attached the ring to her hair, just as he had done to me. I listened for the small click of her own band being fastened, anxious for him to finish so that I would once again receive their attention.

"Stand up," Milord Odysseus said when he had finished with Vixen.

"You do that so well, why don't you continue?" Milady Halo offered, handing him the golden collars.

When he placed these about our necks, his fingers had to touch our skin, and I reveled in the contrast between his gentle but firm touch, and the hardness of the chain links making up the collar. He moved behind us to place the bracelets on our wrists and ankles, so I couldn't see what the gold looked like against my skin, but I could imagine it based on the way Vixen looked, so similar to me. I had let my hands fall to my side when he finished putting the cuffs on my wrists, the bondage still entirely symbolic since none of the restraints were fastened together. That changed in another minute however, when the long chain was hooked to my collar, then my hands were pulled to be fastened to it as well. I stood frozen as the restraints on my ankles were locked to the hobble portion of the chain, counting in my mind each small click as another lock was closed.

It felt very strange to be standing there, bound in golden steel. Kelly had only handcuffed me once, way back when we were beginning our new adventure, and I had been stretched to the corners of the bed one night. Both had been secondary to the real adventure of the occasions, the first time I wore makeup, and the first time we made love with Billie Jo, so I hadn't really focused on the sensation of the bondage itself. Only Tanyon had handcuffed me into helplessness, and I had tried to put that far from my mind. So far, only the restraints holding my wrists together behind my back had made any real impact on my motion, but the clear, high tinkle of the chain captured my attention. I found myself getting excited at the prospect of a new adventure, still not entirely sure I liked the slave persona, but definitely thrilled by the newness of it all. My musings lasted until Vixen was securely bound and Milord Odysseus stepped around in front of us.

"I have additional presents for your slaves, Milady Halo, with your permission," said Milord Odysseus.

At her nod, he reached up and removed the simple loop earrings that Vixen and I wore. He replaced them with heavy gold earrings that were formed of two chain links each, clearly matching the style of our bonds. The links were actually supported by a fine gold chain, almost hidden behind the main pieces. This fine chain allowed the links to gently ring against each other with a clear tone that didn't damp out immediately, a constant whisper in our ears of our slave status.

Milady Halo joined him in front of us after he had placed the earrings in our ears. She had our leashes in her hand and I noted with panicked relief that the vibrating eggs had been removed. I didn't know how she might have tried to apply that particular feature to my body, but it looked like I wouldn't have to worry about it.

"Pick one," she said to Milord Odysseus as she handed him one of the chains. "She shall be yours for the evening."

I desperately wanted to be picked, by him, though I loved Kelly with all of my heart. The mastery he had shown in his office was back in his eyes again, in every motion he made. The tight leather showed his powerful, well-defined muscles and I couldn't help thinking how long it had been since I had been with Rocky. My eyes pleaded with him to select me, to own me, to show me more about myself than I had ever dared guess.

I thought I had achieved my desire when he reached out to tweak my nipples through my dress, turning them into hard knots distinctly outlined through the thin material. But then he moved over to do the same to Vixen. Without a doubt, her tits were bigger, her curves better. I sighed and sagged a little from my rigid position when he reached out to hook his leash to her collar.

"Why, Vivid,' Milady Halo said, putting a soft menace into her tone that I had never heard there before. "I might almost think you'd prefer his ownership to mine. Now that couldn't possibly be true, could it?"

"No, Milady Halo, I love being your slave," I claimed, trying to put absolute conviction into my tone. That note of menace was a little frightening and I realized that I had shown that I was not adequately trained. Yet. While I trusted Milady Halo absolutely, she might decide that I would benefit from training that was not pleasant while it was actually underway, before the benefits were realized. Then she made it all worthwhile and I ceased to regret not being Milord Odysseus's choice.

"I understand," observed Milady Halo, "that you have a particularly effective way of confirming the acceptance of a slave girl into your service, Lord Odysseus. Would you like to demonstrate it? I might find it useful myself."

Milord Odysseus pulled on Vixen's chain until her head leaned forward toward him. Then he dropped the chain and took her into his arms, repeating the incredibly sensual kiss he had used to claim Angel. Milady Halo pulled my face down to her level and did her best to match the heat of Milord Odysseus's kiss. Her best was spectacular, unbelievably sensuous, incredibly passionate. My nipples popped up harder than they had ever done, threatening to push through the thin fabric that was crushed between her tits and mine. I fancied their sensitivity was so high that they could feel the matching hardness of Milady Halo's beautiful buttons through the thin dresses, but my eyes had closed in ecstasy and I didn't remember to look to see if we really lined up that well. By the time she was finished, I was trying to remember how to breathe. She smiled confidently, though I could see enough heat in her cheeks to know her passion was real, not to mention the sharp points of her own arousal.

"I think we will only use the gags until we reach the party," announced Milady Halo. "Lord Odysseus and I will talk undisturbed during the drive, but I enjoy kissing you too much to put up with the bother of continually removing your gag."

Now that made my nipples pop up again. I realized that I had missed a bet when I had been Raven. Many of the masters had kissed their slave girls, and some mistresses had kissed theirs as well, when we had been at the parties before. I could have enjoyed the pleasure of my slave girls' lips at any time, and hadn't taken advantage of it. Perhaps my mistress would choose to favor me with her kisses tonight.

I certainly hoped so.

She tossed one of the gags to Milord Odysseus, then held the other up to my mouth. I opened wide to accept the ball, then stood quietly while she fastened the strap under my ponytail in back. When she was finished, she hooked her chain to my collar and turned to leave the house, pulling me after her. At the doorway she invited Milord Odysseus to precede her with a graceful sweeping gesture, then locked the door behind him as he in turn stood out of our way so that Milady Halo could go first. Now I found myself scurrying with the tiny steps made necessary by the hobble chain. I knew I looked less graceful that usual, though by contrast that made Milady Halo look even more beautiful. The quick tapping of Vixen's heels on the walkway confirmed they were following us. At the car, Milord Odysseus did the honor of lifting us into position, still bound. My brief slave skirt fell back from the strapping I had used to hide my masculine package, but he ignored it. I was not his slave girl, after all. He did smile when the same thing happened to Vixen though, lightly brushing his fingertips on her glistening shaved mound. While we drove to the party, Milord Odysseus and Milady Halo discussed slave training, emphasizing pleasure over pain, describing particularly effective techniques. Some of those techniques seemed desperately intense, incredibly desirable and my newly developed nipples stayed hard for the entire trip. The smell of female arousal filled the car, as usual, and while I wasn't doing my part, it appeared that Milady Halo was filling in for me, though she looked totally in control, totally beautiful. At the site of the party our owners removed our gags. I worked my lips and jaws a little to relieve the stiffness, but didn't say anything, of course. Gagged or not, slaves spoke only if that was their owners desire.

"You slave girls won't be given any refreshments within the party tonight," Milady Halo informed us, "so you need to take your supper now. Lord Odysseus, if you would help me for a minute?"

She turned and offered her back to Milord Odysseus, so that he might loosen the top of her leather dress. As soon as the tension was reduced, she pulled her beautiful globes free of her bustier top and offered a nipple to each slave girl. We pulled eagerly at the hard buttons, rewarded with warm, nourishing milk from her abundant supply. It didn't take long, however, before we had drained her and she stepped back, arranged her tits so that the nipples were covered, and turned again to let Milord Odysseus tighten her laces. They placed our masks on us, and their own on themselves. In a moment they were done with their tasks and walking toward the door, tugging on our leashes. We trailed behind our owners, stepping briskly, but able to keep up with their casually elegant pace.

"Ah, Lord Odysseus, how nice to see you again," greeted the man behind the desk. I was behind Milady Halo and couldn't see his identification tag. He continued, "I see you have a new slave girl. She looks very beautiful. Will you be entering her in the competition?"

"No, I am just trying her out. She currently belongs to Lady Halo," explained Milord Odysseus.

"Then you must be Lady Halo," said the registration clerk.

"Welcome. You certainly have beautiful slaves."

"Thank you. They have proved amazingly receptive to training. You wouldn't believe what this one looked like when I first saw her. Why, just a few months ago, you wouldn't have considered her a pretty slave girl at all," Milady Halo laughed as she said it, though it was absolutely true.

All of the sudden, I wondered just who had been training who for these last few months. At that exact instant, Milady Halo seemed to have won on all fronts. I was dressed as she desired, in a manner I would never have believed before she started our weight challenge. Yet she was the one free and I the slave, which was an inversion of her part of the challenge. Still, this was only temporary. Sure. I'd keep telling myself that. She paid our entry fees, declining to participate in the contest, and pulled me after her as Milord Odysseus took care of his own registration.

When we were out of earshot, she whispered to me, "You are absolutely stunning, Vivid, but keep your head up and your shoulders back. You don't quite have the reflexes women learn from puberty to keep their chests hidden. Your tits are about to fall out of that dress.

"Besides, it keeps your nipples showing," she laughed, trailing one long fingernail down the smooth valley between my breasts.

I raised my head and squared my shoulders, embarrassment flaming in my cheeks, but excitement indeed showing through the halter top of my dress. Our owners strolled through the party like they owned it, and they probably would have, if they had decided to enter the contest. Vixen and I made a beautiful, dramatic pair. The minor differences in our looks were totally forgotten within the more spectacular similarities. It wasn't long before offers to buy us were being made, then increased. The other owners recognized that we were a matched pair and that it would be inappropriate to break up the set, so the offers were for the pair of us.

Somewhere in there I made the mental breakthrough that Angel and Huntress had identified before. The realization that I was desirable enough that people would pay thousands of dollars to possess me, based solely on my beauty since my mind was irrelevant, began to fill me with pride. I started to smile and strut a little, constrained by the hobble chain to small steps, but unconstrained in the roll of my hips and the bounce of my stride. That bounce started interesting secondary motions in the front of my dress, rubbing my hot nipples into constant excitement. That excitement, that pride, started to define my personality as Vivid. Vixen had reverted to her predator look, proud and strong, controllable only by her master, Lord Odysseus. Angel had previously defined purity and innocence, but that wouldn't be right for me. My nature was inherently devilish instead, emphasized by the bright red dress I wore, so I decided on sensual, insatiable desire.

My tongue started to play with my lips, keeping them bright and moist. My eyes started to dare anyone to possess me, to try and please me. My smile became a challenge, offering to pit my spectacular body against all comers, not in battle, but in raw, incredible passion. The muscles that showed through my inadequate dress became a sign of sexual energy, unstoppable responsiveness. With every breath I declared that no one could possible satisfy me, except the spectacular woman who owned me. Milady Halo was lifted up by the standard I was defining to an unimaginable level, her magnificent figure, so flamboyantly displayed in her skin-tight suit and powerful spiked boots, made her a fabled goddess come to earth. More perfect than mere mortals could ever achieve, more perfect than most could even imagine, able to combine the strength my body proclaimed with matchless femininity and a figure beyond belief. The limited curves my body possessed became irrelevant, none could compare to Milady Halo, so who cared? What mattered was having the strength to survive the erotic promise I was projecting.

It took a while before either Milady Halo or Milord Odysseus even noticed what was going on. That lack of attention worked to exaggerate rather than diminish the image I was defining. Milady Halo's personality was light and airy, happy as always, and it appeared that she was deliberately trying to keep her matchless sensuality in check, denying it utterly. Yet still enough forced its way out, in the proud bust she waved around, in the delightful orbit of her hips, in the incredible beauty of her smile, that it seemed to be just the surface of a bottomless pool that each and every partygoer would gladly give anything just for a chance to sip from, let alone take a deep drink. The murmur of the party began to focus on us, and our owners were beset with more and more offers.

"They're not for sale," Milady Halo repeated for the fiftieth time.

"Please, name any price, I must have them," a would-be owner begged for the fifty-first.

"Lady Halo," suggested Milord Odysseus, "perhaps if you put them on the block for an auction, you could bring this to a head. If the auction price is high enough, sell them. If not, then everyone will know."

Vixen and I looked at each other for a second, wondering if he was serious. We were certainly helpless, not only in our bonds, but totally without identification or money. Even our clothes would get us immediately arrested if we somehow ended up alone and on the run, unless they got us attacked instead. Milady Halo started to shake her head, but then a smile broke through her frown as she really absorbed what Milord Odysseus had said.

"Very good, Lord Odysseus. Send them to the block."

"Do your best, slaves," she told us. "I want to know your value. You better hope for a very high price, because if I am disappointed, I will sell you to someone who cannot support you like I do. On the other hand, with a rich enough owner, you might be better off."

Our leashes were removed, willing hands lifted us to the slave block, and the auction started enthusiastically. I re-energized my insatiable desire persona, while Vixen turned up the heat on her predatory smile. Together we were the very essence of sexual energy, and that energy infected the audience. The bids started to come faster and higher, leaving the realm of reality for some unthinkable dream world.

"Ten thousand dollars for the pair!"

"Fifteen thousand!"

I turned as I strutted on the block, flipping my long ponytail, smiling with disdain and challenge at the offers, and the offerors. Vixen sneered with even greater disdain, interspersed with a hungry grin that implied dinner, not delight, yet it was nonetheless delightful. It might be impossible to survive a night with the two of us, but who cared? What a way to go!

"Twenty thousand!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

"Fifty thousand dollars! I must have them!"

From out of the crowd came a powerful voice, not terribly deep, not even very loud, but it cut through the bedlam like a piercing whistle, stilling the entire crowd.

"I bid one hundred thousand dollars."

The offeror was Milord Odysseus, standing next to Milady Halo.

In a replay I ran in the back of my mind, I thought I could remember seeing him whisper to Milady Halo just before his bid, but that memory was buried in surprise behind the clear tones of her silvery soprano.

"Sold! That ends the bidding."

I froze in shock. Had I really been sold? For a moment I dropped so far out of character I almost became Ran again. Had my wife really sold me to a man? Vixen was at least as surprised, but the evidence of her excitement was so prominent on her chest, and the aroma of her arousal was flooding out so strongly, that it was clear she was deliriously happy with the sale. I knew she loved Kelly and Brandy, but it appeared that she had wanted to belong to Milord Odysseus even more.

Hands helped us down from the slave block, where Milord Odysseus waited, now holding both leashes and our ball gags. He placed the gags on us first, not allowing even the quickest whispered comments. Milady Halo stood by, smiling proudly, but with just enough arch in her brows to indicate approval of the sale, and of the lessons her slave girls would now receive. Milord Odysseus attached our leashes and led us quickly from the party hall, dragging us faster than we could comfortably move in our hobbles in order to force us to desperate haste and a complete focus on his wishes that we might do as he desired.

  

  

  

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