For a moment I stand there stunned, not entirely sure as to whether or not I will let this happen. If I will let my girlfriend become a slave. But ultimately, this is what she wants. I can't really stop her from wanting to be a slave, even if I can stop her from submitting to Paige specifically. And besides, if all goes well then that means that maybe....just maybe she might choose to be with me at the end anyway. And that is an idea I can't really help but be excited about the possibility of. And if Paige is as good of a teacher as she is a slave, then Sandra will finish training as quite the slave. I can see her with that subservient look Paige always seems to give right now.
“Very well Paige,” I finally answer her, as the naked two girls watch me anxiously, Sandra's hand still pumping her slit anxiously. “I will allow you to take Sandra as your slave and student.” I turn around and move towards Paige's closet where she keeps her gear, and grab up an item from the rack. A black leather collar with a buckle on the back and a D-ring in the front. Then I turn back to Paige, who's semi-confident demeanor is showing through with gentle touches to Sandra's cheek as she softly moans, and revealing the flaws of with some obvious hesitation in her arm, a slight tremble starting to visibly form at her shoulder. But then ever so slowly I bring the leather collar into the curly brunette’s hands, and step back, to resume my position as nothing but a spectator in Sandra's enslavement. For the moment at least.
Paige swallows for a moment as she stands, her pussy hovering not an inch now from Sandra's face, the redhead's hot breath tickling her aroused sex. “Are you sure you want this, Sandra?” Paige asks hesitantly, unbuckling the collar, and scanning it softly with her light eyes. This is the moment of truth for Sandra. Whether or not she will accept being my slave's personal toy. I take yet another step back, trying to get a slightly less magnified view of it. Sandra's clothes lay discarded all around the room, along side with her dignity, which she shed in asking Paige for this.
Sandra's breath grows even heavier in her kneeling position, occasional pants and gasps showing through inside her desperate breathing. Finally with her eyes still closed to see anything she whispers her response to Paige. “Yes, Mistress” She says so quite that I can barely hear her. Her other hand slightly having, Sandra having clearly imagined this moment for a long long time. Meanwhile Paige slowly straightens out the collar.
The actual collaring of Sandra doesn't take as long as one would expect. Paige's hand merely moves over to Sandra's bare neck and wraps the collar around it. The buckle snaps into place within moments of her putting it on. All in all the key moment takes no more then five seconds. Five seconds in which Sandra has lost her place as a free woman, and taken up the bonds of slavery. Sandra deeply exhales, shaking her red hair softly, and causing her bust to bounce on her chest. Her green eyes softly open small tears shining in them, as she wordlessly tries to speak. Tries to say a word of thank you or of expectation, but finding nothing coming out.
Paige though does manage to find words. Though collaring a new slave as her own is most certainty a new experience for her, it is not as much of a life changing event as it is for the new slave steadily masturbating at her feet. She shot me a small glance for a moment of contemplation and to look for guidance. Me being the experienced master here, I gave her a small and encouraging nod, urging her forward. “Everything changes for you now, slut. It's time for you to live by some rules....” Paige begins, her quite voice showing the fire she had slowly gained throughout the conversation. |