Princess Alana

Princess Alana

Chapter 2: Friendly Neighbors

In the morning, Alana found herself standing naked in the middle of her bedroom as Grace busied herself selecting an outfit for the girl. "It's a balancing act," explained Grace. "You really are a work of art that needs to be seen and appreciated. But we need to appreciate the sensibilities of others around you. We need to find the right enhancements that reveal and shelter at the same time."

"I have to start remembering to lock my doors," thought Alana. She had been awakened from a deep sleep by her neighbor who had let herself into the house on her own. Now, Grace was going through her drawers and closet looking for just the right "adornments." Alana was truly appreciative of the compliments. It must be her vanity taking control. But she also felt that her privacy was being invaded. She made a mental note to talk to Grace about that later. But right now, she had to deal with getting dressed. Or, more importantly, making sure that she was not kept undressed for the work that she wanted to do outside.

"What are you planning to do outside today?" asked Grace.

"I just want to inspect the place more closely so I can make a list of things to do. That will help me figure out what I need to buy and who I need to hire and when I can afford to do it."

"No problem, then. Sounds like you will only need to be outside for an hour or so," replied the snoopy neighbor.

"I think so," responded the naked girl as she slapped her hands down against her thighs in frustration. "But does it really matter how long I'll be outside?"

"Oh yes!" exclaimed Grace. "It matters a great deal. I needed to know if we needed to simply display you or if we needed to expose you to the sun." Grace returned to her self-appointed duty and finally returned with a t-shirt and some jeans. "This should work."

Alana reached for the drawer containing her underwear but Grace quickly reached out and slapped Alana's hand away. "I said this should work."

"Yes Ma'am" responded Alana as she stepped into the cutoff jeans and pulled them up her legs. She snapped the shorts shut and zipped them before trying to select the remainder of her wardrobe. "I think I should wear something on top too."

Grace laughed. "I agree. We have to keep Mr. Franklin healthy. Try this on." Grace held out a t-shirt and Alana breathed a sigh of relief. She could deal with a lack of underwear. But she had been concerned about how her strange neighbor might insist on nudity in a broader setting.

She poked her arms through the t-shirt and let the material flutter down across her belly. But then she watched in horror as Grace produced a pair of scissors. She wanted to protest but never uttered a word as Grace used the scissors to eliminate most of the bottom half of the t-shirt.

"Grace!" protested Alana. "I can't go out there like this!"

"And why not?" asked Grace, innocently.

"I'm indecent!"

"Oh, little one, you are anything but indecent," replied Grace. "You are the most decent thing I have ever seen."

Alana blushed again at the compliment. "That's not what I meant. You knew it wasn't. I meant that I'm too exposed."

"Oh, hush girl," responded Grace. "You're not nearly exposed enough as far as I'm concerned. But at least we've made you acceptable to the prying eyes of the neighborhood. You should be thanking me instead of whining."

"Oh but Grace," Alana's voice trailed off..

"Hush child. I know what's best." Grace busied herself by creating another ponytail atop Alana's head and then stepped in front of the girl. "You can be such a spoilsport at times. We'll have to work on that." Alana remained silent through the entire chastisement. But finally, her eyes flew wide open as she gasped.

Grace, who was standing in front of her, had touched her breasts! Not only was she touching her breasts, but she was holding them up in the palms of her hands! "These are real. Magnificent!"

Alana wanted to protest the uninvited intimacy but a swat on the bottom and some instructions from Grace sent her outside. Grace joined her for a moment to give her the pad of paper and the pen. And then she left, leaving Alana standing in her front yard with the lower swells of her breasts peeking out beneath the cropped t-shirt.

Alana glanced around the neighborhood quickly and saw that, thankfully, nobody was around. "Thank god for small blessings," she muttered to herself. "Best get this over with." She decided to start in the front while people were still in their houses and then move to the relative privacy of her back yard.

Her experienced eye quickly addressed the building and soon she was making notes and drawing sketches of possible modifications. She continued to be pleased with her purchase and could not wait to bring the structure back to life. It really was a jewel and it deserved to sparkle.

"Hi there," a male voice called out, startling her and breaking into her imaginings. She looked around and finally saw the man on the other side of a row of hedges at the side of the yard.

"Oh. Hi there," she replied.

"Ted Crandall," the man said. "You must be the new kid on the block."

Alana smiled nervously. "Yes, I'm the new kid. Just moved in this week." She crossed to the hedgerow and extended her arm to shake hands. "Alana Montcliff," she announced.

"Pleased to meet you, Alana. Your moving in has certainly beautified the neighborhood."

Alana blushed as she realized that Ted was staring at her chest. Reaching out to shake hands must have lifted her shirt slightly because she could feel the cool breeze dancing over a little more breast flesh than earlier. Quickly, she withdrew her hand and ncrossed her arms over her chest in an effort to restore her modesty.

"Thank you," she said nervously. Then she took a deep breath to steady herself. "I really love the neighborhood. It has such charm."

Ted also took a deep breath but it was more to let out a whistle in appreciation of the beautiful creature standing before him. "Are you an actress or a model or something?"

"No, nothing like that," replied Alana. "An architect."

"Well you can build me whatever you want whenever you want, Miss Architect," exclaimed the man.

Alana was starting to get annoyed by her neighbor but tried hard not to show it. "I design things, actually. Not build. If you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work."

"No problem," said Ted, getting the message. "Hope I didn't offend. Maybe I can make it up by inviting you over to dinner tonight. I'm sure my wife would love to meet you."

"And I would love to meet your wife and get to know the two of you," Alana responded graciously. "Perhaps next weekend. I'm already taken for this evening."

"Sounds good to me. I'll talk to Meredith and we'll set something up. I'll let you get back to work now. Nice meeting you, Alana."

"Very nice meeting you too, Ted." And she returned to her list-making.

"Taken," thought Ted as he watched the firm rounded bottom walking away from him and caught a glimpse of the smooth skin of the unfettered and partially exposed breasts. "I'd sure like to be doing the taking with that tender morsel."

Alana was trembling after this encounter and could hardly even concentrate on the task before her. But somehow, she managed to finish in the front of the house with her ideas and projects for the house. The landscaping would have to wait for a day when she had more clothing. She moved to the backyard to look at what needed to be done there.

She had only been in the privacy of the backyard for a few minutes before she again became self-conscious of her attire. "I'm dressed like a slut!" she thought. "Or an over-anxious teenager. This is ridiculous!" She stormed into the house and changed into a pair of jeans and a full t-shirt before returning to the yard to renew her survey.

Alana felt much more comfortable, mentally, if not physically. She was at least back in control. She had to admit to herself, though, that her other outfit was more comfortable. The cutoffs might have been too short but at least they didn't bind at her knees and crotch. And it was much nicer to feel the natural breeze against her legs. The shirt was okay but, again, she missed the at-one-with-nature feel. Plus, her other outfit would help with her tanning.

But it just wasn't proper, she decided. It was too lewd and revealing. She would suffer within the confines of more proper dress. Plus, she decided, it was time to be dressed inside the house as well. She would talk to Grace about that the next time she saw her.

Grace watched Alana from an upstairs bedroom. She had observed Alana's interaction with Ted from a different window earlier and had chuckled at the way it had gone. Judging by the way that Ted's pants were tented out in front of him after the encounter, he was interested in Alana. She filed that away for future use. Grace had been plotting for over a year on ways to snare Meredith but had never come up with a scheme to capture her. Maybe the pieces were falling into place and she might end up owning the blonde beauty along with the modest but beautiful redhead, Meredith.

Now she was watching Alana in the backyard wearing the newly donned jeans and t-shirt. She considered going over to her neighbor's to exert her authority again but decided that watching and waiting might give her more information that she could use later.

She watched as Alana moved slowly around the perimeter of the yard, inspecting the tall privacy fence and the shrubs and vines that were held within. Alan tried to peer between each board in the fence and used her fingers to sample the leaves of each of the plants.

A swing set sat in one of the back corners of the lot and Grace watched as Alana sat down, setting her paper and pencil aside, to swing back and forth for several minutes. "She's an angel," thought Grace. "My angel."

Eventually, the swinging stopped and Alana moved back toward the house. Grace watched as the girl frequently tugged at her clothing and then saw her dart into the house. She reemerged a few minutes later wearing the cut-offs and the cropped t-shirt. "She's definitely mine!" exclaimed Grace who quickly ducked down in case she was heard by her prey.

Saturday evening, Alana knocked on her neighbor's door. She carried a vase of flowers and a bottle of wine that she ran out to purchase that afternoon in preparation for her dinner with Grace. Alana waited for a few moments and then the door opened to reveal a younger and shorter version of Grace.

"Hi, I'm your new neighbor. I'm Alana," she said.

"Oh hi," replied the girl who appeared to be in her mid-teens. "Mom told me you were coming over. I'm Kelly."

Alana handed the flowers to Kelly. "These are for you." And then she held up the bottle. "And this is for your mother," which caused Kelly to wrinkle her nose.

"I see you two have met," observed Grace as she came out of the kitchen, complete with apron. She kissed Alana on the cheek and took the bottle from her. "That was very thoughtful of you. Thank you."

Alana had a very enjoyable time with the mother and daughter as they stood in the kitchen while Grace finished the meal. And she enjoyed the dinner and the lively conversation that accompanied it. All three women pitched in to clear the table and clean the dishes and then they retired to the den.

"So have you figured out how you're going to transform your new home?" asked Grace.

"No, not really," replied Alana. "I know what I want to do inside to make it livable for awhile. And I came up with some ideas for sprucing it up outside. But the transformation will take awhile. I made a few sketches but I need to live in it for a bit before I'll know."

"Well, I'm sure it will be lovely when you're done," said Grace. "It's already lovelier just having you inside it."

"Thank you, Grace," murmured Alana. "But wait til you see the whole thing."

"That's fair," responded Grace. "We'll wait until you're finished. But speaking of the whole thing, I was telling Kelly how lovely you are. She accused me of exaggerating but I insisted that you were the perfect model of femininity. That you were the ideal. Would you take off your dress so I can prove her wrong?"

"Grace!" hissed Alana as she leaned over to her hostess. "I can't do that!"

"Of course you can," Grace whispered back. "I can help you if you like."

"But she's just a teenager!"

"She'll be fine with it. You don't have to worry about her acquiring any dietary obsessions to get a body like yours. She's pretty level-headed. And she turns eighteen on Thursday."

Dietary obsessions were the furthest things from Alana's mind. She wasn't thinking about how the girl might starve or gorge herself to get the perfect body. It just wasn't proper to take one's clothes off like that.

"Please do," said Kelly. "Mother has told me how beautiful you are. It's not that I doubt her because I can already see how beautiful you are. But I'd like to see all that she told me about."

"That's fair," said Grace as she stood up and pulled Alana to her feet. She pulled the reluctant girl to the center of the room and then started removing the clothing. Grace took advantage of this moment to also accustom Alana to her touch.

"Notice the long slender neck," commented Grace, running the fingers of both hands down Alana's neck, leaving a trail of gooseflesh behind. "Very elegant. Very aristocratic."

The sundress was the first to fall to the floor and Grace wrapped her arms around Alana from the back before unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the floor.

Alana glanced at Kelly but then averted her gaze when she saw the teenager staring intently into her eyes. Alana closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she felt Grace drawing her panties down her legs. She wondered why she wasn't protesting.

Alana spent the rest of the evening naked among two other clothed females. They talked and laughed and Alana eventually stopped blushing. Finally, Alana went home wearing her sundress and being told that her hostesses would wash her underwear and return it to her the next day. She walked across the yards in a daze.

"What do you think?" asked Grace after their guest had left.

"Perfect birthday present, Mom," replied Kelly. "But do you think you can do it that fast?"

"Pretty sure," said Grace. "I think she's ripe for the picking."

"I sure hope you're right," smiled Kelly. "I can't believe it. My very first slavegirl."

Chapter 3: Setting the Hook

Grace's actions over the next few days were deliberate. Her objective was to make Alana more and more dependent on her and to get her accustomed to being controlled. The second part of that was easy. Alana only put up feeble resistance and protests when Grace touched her or told her what to do. And by the end of the third day, there was not even much of that.

Creating the dependence would be more difficult. Alana was a very capable young lady and had been relatively independent for years. It would be a matter of slowly chipping away at the girl's confidence. But this was a tricky art. If done too quickly or too clumsily, Alana could become offended and back away. If that happened, Grace knew that it could take years to enslave the girl.

After Monday, when Alana stopped resisting being controlled, Grace brought Kelly in on the activities. After all, reasoned Grace, the beautiful young woman would eventually be her daughter's property. And she was hoping that Kelly would be able to take possession by Thursday. So Kelly was encouraged to play a controlling role.

But the job of undermining Alana's confidence and making her dependent was too delicate to entrust to a teenager. Grace would have to do that herself. Little innocent questions and comments were insinuated into conversations. "Are you sure you want to go to town dressed like that?" "I'm sure you can do better." "Why do you wear your hair that way?" "That will make you fat."

Slowly, Alana found herself seeking advice from Grace on just about everything. By Wednesday, advice had turned into permission and Alana needed to be allowed to do things.

Kelly would stop by numerous times each day, typically under the auspices of checking to see how the remodeling was coming along. She would start each visit with a hug and a kiss, which she particularly enjoyed. It was wonderful to hold a fully-grown, naked woman.

Grace had coached Kelly to start slowly but to steadily escalate. First was the hug and kiss. A couple of visits later, Kelly held onto Alana's hand as they toured the progress. On the next visit, Kelly held the hand but controlled the movement, stopping, starting and turning Alana at will. A few more visits and it was an arm across the shoulders. Then it was an arm around the waist. By Tuesday evening, Kelly led Alana around with a hand on her bottom, something that Alana would have never allowed a few days before.

Alana barely even noticed the change. And what little change she did notice was attributed to the loving nature of the mother and daughter. Alana figured that her new neighbors were becoming more and more comfortable with her and just letting their affections shine through.

That evening, Alana returned to Grace's for dinner and quickly found herself naked again. But there was no blushing this time and the three females sat in the family room discussing everything under the sun.

Dinner was served and eaten as the conversation continued. Finally, when everyone was finished, Grace spoke. "Alana, would you be a good girl and do the clearing?" Alana was slightly taken aback by the request but arose and started clearing the table. "Sure, no problem," she replied.

Grace patted the naked bottom. "We'll be in the family room when you are finished. Oh, and bring us each a cup of tea."

On Wednesday morning, Kelly escalated her control again. On the first visit of the day, she hugged and kissed Alana but the kiss lingered this time. Kelly held the naked woman tightly as the kiss seemed to go on forever. Finally, a flushed and panting Alana was released and it was evident to Kelly that she had aroused her future slavegirl.. The flush extended to Alana's chest and her two stiff nipples betrayed her arousal.

"Whoa! What was that?" asked a dazed Alana.

Kelly smiled brightly. "I really like you. I just wanted you to know that."

"Yes," breathed Alana, trying to catch her breath, "I could tell."

A couple of more visits and Alana's breasts became fair game. "Yours are so wonderful," commented Kelly as she stood before Alana lifting a full breast in each hand. "I hope mine turn out like these."

Instead of protesting the unusual familiarity, Alana consoled Kelly instead. "Nonsense," replied Alana. "You have a beautiful body. And your breasts are perfect additions to your form. Trust me. I'm an architect. I know about form."

"Do you really think so?" asked Kelly. In actuality, she was quite proud of her breasts and had been just putting on an act. Quite proud of her entire figure, in fact. But she had a plan. Her five-foot five-inch frame was slender and she had a delicate look about her although she was actually quite strong. "Wiry, fast and strong," her lacrosse coach used to say when describing her. And her 34C breasts actually looked large on that frame. "Would you like to see them?"

"Uh," stammered Alana. "I guess so. Sure."

"Well you don't have to," Kelly said with a pout on her face. She was going to play this scene for all it was worth.

"No, really," said Alana, worried that she had hurt Kelly's feelings. "I would love to see yours."

"Hmph," hmphed Kelly. "I don't believe you."

"Really I would."

"Then ask me very nicely so I know you really mean it."

Again, Alana was taken aback. She found herself in the position of either begging to see another woman's breasts or offending the woman. She chose begging.

"Please may I see your breasts, Kelly? Pretty please?"

Kelly smiled brightly. "Of course you can." And she grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, dropping it to the floor.

Alana found herself confronted with two breasts, which, as she had guessed, were beautiful. They were firm and full and stood high on the chest, proudly. They were very white when compared with the darker tanned skin that surrounded them and they were each capped with a pretty pink nipple.

"You can touch them if you like."

Not wanting to further offend her new, young friend, Alana reached up and placed her palms against the soft, smooth orbs feeling another woman's breasts for the first time in her life. "I think they're beautiful."

Kelly smiled and kissed Alana again. "Thank you."

When Kelly returned home, she described the latest developments to Grace and then, mother and daughter plotted out the next moves. Kelly returned to Alana's house about an hour later with two glasses of lemonade. "I thought you might be thirsty," said the girl.

Alana smiled and accepted the glass but when she moved toward the kitchen where they would be able to sit down, Kelly caught her elbow and held her in place. "Let's just sit here and chat. It will be like a picnic." And Kelly sat on the floor crossing her legs Indian style. Alana also sat but found it difficult to find a position that didn't expose her lewdly. Finally she gave up and copied Kelly's position. The two girls gabbed for a bit as they sipped their drinks and then Kelly scooted forward toward Alana. She reached out and touched Alana's pubic hair.

"I just wanted to see if yours felt like mine. I've heard that there are all different types."

"Oh," responded a surprised Alana. "I never heard that before." She felt torn. Part of her viewed Kelly as a teenager who should be corrected by an adult. But she had started to view Kelly as just a curious younger sister. So the other part of her said that she should give Kelly some leeway to explore. Kelly ended up declaring that she couldn't tell any difference. She gathered up the glasses and let Alana get back to work.

It was almost an hour to the minute when Kelly walked into the room where Alana was working. Alana was on her hands and knees and was painting the baseboard when the younger woman walked in. "Do you set your alarm clock to tell you when to come back over here?"

Kelly laughed and denied that any alarm clocks were involved. Although, inwardly she knew that she and her mother had laid out a detailed timeline for the enslavement of Alana. "Nope. I just get bored easily," replied Kelly. "I try to do other things but I get bored and come back here. I find you exciting."

"Oh," replied Alana who did not think of herself as all that exciting. "Well, you're welcome here whenever you want."

Kelly looked at the open can of paint and was tempted to dip her finger in it to draw "K's" on Alana's back. But she thought better of it. After all, this woman was scheduled to become her slave tomorrow. No sense in scaring her off.

"When you get to a breaking point, can we talk?" asked Kelly.

"Sure," responded Alana. "Let me finish this little stretch and I'm all yours." Kelly smiled hearing those words. Alana finished her little stretch, put the lid on the paint can, dipped her brush in the thinner and then sat down with Kelly. "What's up?"

Kelly put on a show of being embarrassed, but it was all just an act. "I wanted to ask you something." She bit her lower lip, trying to act nervous. "You aren't a virgin or anything like that, are you?"

Alana laughed. "No. Of course not." Then she stopped. "Oh. Are you?"

"No, of course not," responded Kelly. "I just didn't want to shock you."

"Well I'm not," said Alana as she sat cross-legged again with her sex openly displayed to her guess. "So what's up?"

"Hmmm" started Kelly. "I'm not quite sure how to start." She paused for a moment. "Have you ever done anything kinky?"

Alana blushed. "What do you mean by kinky?"

"You know," said Kelly. "Strange. Strange sex."

"Yes I know what you mean," replied Alana. "But I'm not sure I would call it strange. It was just different. Something to add spice."

"Like being tied up?"

"Yes. Like being tied up. It's not strange. It's just different. And exciting."

Kelly furrowed her brow as if she were thinking. "Did being tied up excite you?"

Alana laughed. "Best sex ever!"

"Oh phewww! I thought I was losing my mind," said Kelly convincingly. "I thought it was strange."

"No," smiled Alana as she leaned forward to kiss Kelly. "It's not strange."

"Do you ever dream about being a slavegirl?" asked the younger female.

Alana nodded. "I have."

"I think the idea of slavery is so exciting," Kelly went on. "But I don't know why."

"I don't understand it either," remarked Alana. "It's just a powerful fantasy, I guess."

"I guess," commented Kelly. "Do you ever think about owning a slavegirl?"

"Oh," said Alana. She had to stop and think. "No, I don't remember ever thinking about owning someone."

"Well I do," said Kelly. "I think about being owned and I wonder what it might be like to own one."

"Hmmm. Do you think about this a lot?"

"A lot. And that's why I wanted to talk with you. I feel like I'm almost obsessing."

Alana smiled and gave Kelly another kiss. She was really starting to view her neighbor more and more as a younger sister. "I doubt that you're obsessing. But it's a great fantasy. I sometimes imagine myself with a collar around my neck and my hands bound behind my back. Mmmm, nice fantasies."

"Maybe you could be my slavegirl someday, then," remarked Kelly.

Alana giggled. "Maybe."

Two hours passed before Kelly's next visit. But in the interim, Grace stopped by. Alana wanted to ask permission to wear her red dress for a date on Friday. "Do you really think you have time for something so frivolous? You have a lot of work to do." Alana decided to cancel the date. Alana also wanted approval for the color she had selected for one of her bedrooms. Grace smiled and hugged Alana, telling her how well she had chosen. "I'm so proud of my girl."

Kelly came back and tried to contain her excitement. This was a critical time in the relationship. She had to keep it light but she needed to set the stage for what was to come.

"Remember what we talked about earlier?" she asked as, once again, they were seated across from one another on the floor. Kelly tried to focus but found her eyes wandering up and down taking in the sights of Alana's nudity.

"We talked about a lot of things," replied Alana. "What part are you talking about?"

"You being my slavegirl," responded Kelly. "I thought you'd remember that." And she stuck out her lower lip again to pout for effect.

"Ohhh. I remember that part. How could I forget?"

Kelly giggled. "I remember it too. And I bought you something. Close your eyes."

Alana obediently closed her eyes for the girl and, within moments, felt a collar being locked around her neck.

"How does it feel?" asked Kelly.

Alana gulped, feeling the snugness of the collar. "It feels like a collar."

Kelly laughed. "It is a collar, silly. It's my collar. And I had it engraved. It says 'Alana Montcliff. Property of Kelly Dodd.' Isn't that exciting?"

"Oh," said Alana, wondering if things had gone too far. "Yes, that's every exciting."

Kelly was the one to lean forward for a kiss this time. "I'm so happy that you like it. I promise to be a good mistress. And I know you'll be a wonderful slavegirl."

"This is just for play, isn't it?" asked Alana.

"Well, let's just see," replied Kelly as she reached down and ran her finger through Alana's labia. "Pretty wet down there. Maybe we should play this more often. I can see that you really like the slavegirl fantasy."

Alana just about jumped out of her skin when Kelly boldly touched her sex. This was getting out of control. Kelly quickly jumped up and left, leaving her confused slavegirl looking down at her very wet sex.

Grace was the next to come by. Alana was still sitting cross-legged, observing the glistening petals of her sex. "Cute collar," observed the older woman.

"Kelly gave it to me."

"I wondered where she went. She said she was going shopping earlier but never said what for."

"I guess it was for this," remarked Alana, running her fingers lightly over the leather.

"It's very nice. It suits you perfectly," observed Grace.

"Grace, I'm worried that things are getting out of hand. What should I do?"

"How do you mean?"

"Grace, haven't you noticed that I'm naked all the time? And Kelly keeps getting more and more forward all the time. And now this!" Again she pointed to the collar.

"It all seems like just harmless fun to me. What are you worrying about?"

Alana shook her head. "I don't know. It just doesn't feel right."

Grace sat down behind Alana and pulled the naked girl to her, wrapping her arms around Alana and holding her. She nuzzled her face into the long mane of blonde hair and tried to calm her neighbor. "I still don't understand what's wrong." Grace started moving the palm of one hand in light circles over Alana's belly. The other hand slid upward to cup a breast, cradling the firm, warm flesh and caressing it softly. "Tell me what's wrong, little one."

"Oh Grace, I just don't know. I'm so confused. I don't want to hurt Kelly's feelings. That's the last thing in the world I want to do. Tell me what I should do."

Grace gave Alana a squeeze. "I know you don't want to hurt her. She has to understand, though, that not everyone has slavegirl fantasies and that those just don't appeal to you."

"No, it's not that," interrupted Alana. "I have slave dreams just like most girls. And some of those are really powerful and erotic. But I don't want us to get in over our heads."

"I see. Does wearing this collar excite you?" asked Grace. To answer her own question, she slid her hand down to cup Alana's sex finding it steamy and very, very wet. "Oh yes. I see that you do seem to be finding it exciting."

Alana whimpered. "I just don't know what to do."

"What do you want to do?" asked Grace as her fingers gently stroked the slick petals of Alana's sex and the other hand toyed with a very stiff nipple.

"I don't know Grace. What should I do?"

The talented fingers continued to stroke and explore Alana's sex, adding to the confusing swirl of emotions rushing through her. "I honestly don't understand what you're worried about, sweetie," said Grace. "Kelly apparently dreams about having a slavegirl and you say that you dream of being a slave. And from the feel of things, you find that very exciting." To emphasize her point, she stabbed two fingers into Alana's swampy sex and pinched a nipple causing Alana to suck in her breath and shudder. "What am I missing?"

"I d..d…don't knoooowwwww," wailed Alana. Grace continued to hold the girl, letting her fingers dance and tease until Alana was finally pushed over the edge. A shudder, a moan and then some soft whimpers were evidence that Grace had elicited an orgasm out of the girl.

Grace planted a line of little kisses up Alana's neck and cheek. "You are such a precious thing. Such a beautiful slavegirl."

"Am I really a slave?" asked Alana in almost a whisper.

"Not yet, pet," replied Grace. "But you should be. You would be a most valued treasure."

Reluctantly, Grace finally backed away from Alana and stood up. "I'll be back later," she said. "And you're coming over for dinner."

"Yes Ma'am," was the quiet response.

Grace wanted to spend some time with Kelly mapping out the final details of the capture. Everything was going according to plan but a slip-up at this point could produce a huge setback.

Many decisions had to be made. Would Alana live in her new home or in theirs? Since Kelly was going to own Alana, maybe Kelly should move in with her slavegirl. Should they draw up papers for Alana to sign? Should they register her or just own her? Grace thought that registering would make it easier to sell the girl if they ever decided to do that, but she couldn't ever imagine parting with Alana.

Should Alana be allowed to continue working? Should they start to modify her appearance and, if so, how fast and when? Grace had been thinking that shoulder-length platinum blonde hair would like striking on Alana and it would make her look like the ultimate sex-toy.

How should they orchestrate tonight so that the girl would be ready to become a birthday present tomorrow? So many decisions. And then there was the issue of Alana's status. Grace had been assuming that Alana would be enslaved and would become the property of her daughter. But there was always the possibility of simply turning her into a submissive. There was also the possibility of just continuing to exert dominance over the neighbor. Grace enjoyed toying with Alana's mind. Maybe that would work out for awhile. She wasn't exactly sure of the implications of each of the options and would have to think them through.