Disclaimer: This story is purely fantasy. It is NOT meant to be realistic. People can be scary and have bad intentions. STDs exist. If you are interested in BDSM, do your homework, attend some munches, practice SSC or RACK. Don't confuse fiction and real life.
A Bonding Experience - Part 9
Alana turned to her friend. The petite Asian girl sharing the back seat with her wouldn't make eye contact. The look on her face was concerning.
Alana reached out and took her hand, squeezing it. The girl squeezed back but still didn't turn her head. Not sure what else to do, Alana continued holding her friend's hand. "It will be okay. I promise."
She hoped that was true. If Junko wasn't feeling so horrible, Alana had no doubt she would be terrified. Junko had done this before. She enjoyed it, or at least thought that she needed it. Alana had no idea what she was getting into.
The two sat silently for the remainder of the trip. Alana was lost in thought, only returning to reality when she heard her Mistress.
"Oh my," the older woman said from the driver's seat.
Alana looked up. They were pulling into a driveway that must belong to her Owner for the next week. All along the road were parked cars, probably a dozen, all centered around this house.
Parked now, Keke turned to the pair on the back seat. "Well, I guess I'm not surprised. I should have known she would have special plans for the two of you. She no doubt wants to show you off. Are you girls sure you want to go through with this?"
Junko continued staring at her feet. Alana waited for what seemed like an eternity. She knew she had to say something. She knew she couldn't think about it or she would chicken out.
"I'm sure. I love Junko. I love the family we have made for ourselves. I'm not going to let anyone rip us apart. With your permission, Mistress, I want to do this. I want to keep her with this. I am yours though, and always will be. This decision is yours."
Keke leaned over the seat and kissed her slave. "I love you, little one. I don't want to share you, but I know how much you love your friend. And she has become quite precious to me as well. I don't want to lose her."
The woman reached out and raised Junko's head, forcing the girl to meet her gaze. "Daiyu can't stop you from being with whoever you want, but I know there is something about this that you need. I accept that."
"I promise you, there are plenty of women out there who would love to own you. You don't have to do this. But if you are going to, you need to stop feeling guilty about it. You are amazing just the way you are. And you aren't forcing Alana to do anything. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," the girl said, barely audible.
"Well then, I guess you two had better go. I would walk you to the door, but I don't think it would be appreciated."
Alana got out of the car first, Junko a second later. Alana took her friend's hand and walked to the door. She was about to ring the doorbell when the door opened.
Alana looked up to see Daiyu. She suddenly remembered just how imposing this woman was.
"I'll see you girls in a week," she heard her Mistress say behind her.
She turned to look at her Mistress, but the strong woman was already pulling the pair inside. She closed the door behind them.
Daiyu looked Alana up and down. "Lose the clothes."
Alana gradually undressed. She noticed Junko was also undressing, but for the first time, her concern was more about herself and what was to come. She couldn't help but focus on the hum of conversation going on further in the house.
She was suddenly furious with this woman, both for taking advantage of her friend and not allowing her to tell Alana anything that had occurred while the two were together.
Once the pair was nude, Daiyu led the girls out of the entryway and into a room full of people. There must have been about two dozen people, predominantly female. Alana only saw three men. Judging from their collar and state of undress, two of those appeared to be slaves. The last one seemed to be there in a professional capacity. He had a camera pointed straight at Alana. She tried not to think about what that could mean for her future.
Daiyu led the pair through the crowd to the front of the room. The background conversation died down, and all eyes turned toward the trio.
"Good evening, everyone! I would like to introduce you all to my two new slaves, Alana and Junko."
The strong woman grabbed Alana, then Junko, and turned them gradually around as she continued. "Junko has been my slave for a short time, but today she was kind enough to bring her friend. This is Alana's first time with me."
Alana heard a few chuckles. A fair number of people clapped.
"Thank you," she continued after the applause died down. "I'm quite happy with them. As you can see, they are both quite young. They are both college athletes. They both play on the university soccer team, which did quite well this year I might add."
Great, now all of these people knew who they were. Would they start showing up to their games next year? Would they be discreet? Alana briefly thought about leaving, but the damage was already done, and one look at Junko was enough to remind her why she was here.
The imposing woman turned slightly to address Junko. "Go get your collar. You will find a collar and lead for Alana next to it. Bring them back with you."
The petite girl began working her way through the crowd without a word. As Junko made her way out of the room, Alana suddenly felt very alone. Everyone was looking at her. She turned to look back at Daiyu and saw her staring intently, as if studying her. As afraid as she was of what might come next, Alana wished the woman would say something to break the silence.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for Junko to reappear, now with a sturdy metal collar locked around her neck. In one hand she had a rather long leash attached to her collar. In the other was another collar and leash.
The young girl made her way back to the front, not making eye contact with Alana or Daiyu. She handed her leash to the much larger woman.
"Good girl." The woman turned to address the crowd. "Their slavery is not full-time...yet."
A few chuckles.
"...but it is quite permanent. You know you will never be able to leave me, isn't that right, Junko?"
"Yes," Alana heard her friend whisper.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you, and I know the people in the back couldn't hear you."
"Yes, Mistress." The girl was trying to speak up, but was still quiet.
"And you, Alana. You would never abandon your friend, would you?"
"No, Mistress. I would never do that." Alana was afraid of the implication of that statement, but a part of her was glad the silence was broken and she had something to do besides worry.
