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Author's Note: This chapter contains incest and BDSM. If you have a problem with either of those, please don't read any further.
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Jo turned around holding the leashes to see the fear in Vicki's eyes. The pilot got an evil grin and stepped right up to her casually clipping the leash onto the collar of the wide-eyed woman.
That simple action made Vicki feel as strange as when she first put on the collar. Intellectually, she knew that collars served as more than just a symbol, but having Jo clip the leash on made her hyper-aware of her situation once more. She and her sister were sex slaves to a woman they had met less than three days ago. They wore matching collars that could be mistaken for jewelry but still had the metal ring on the front used to attach things like a leash. For clothing, they were only in identically styled bikinis, her sister's mauve and hers blue. Both had been purchased for them by the woman standing in front of her.
All of it was Jo's property. Including her. Including her sister. At least until the morning when they got back to Miami. That was the deal she had made with the tall, muscular woman staring into her eyes. If she could have both sisters as her slaves for one day then she would give them the keys to their collars and set them free. Otherwise, she might have kept Vicki's sister, Karen.
Even if Jo seemed like a decent person right now, Vicki wouldn't let anyone else take advantage of Karen's submissiveness and use her only to throw her away. Vicki still felt guilty about letting that asshole of a man marry her sister and abuse her. At least that was over.
The strange feeling that most surprised her was how much Vicki had enjoyed the day once she decided to lean into it rather than fighting with how she thought she should act. She was beginning to understand why her sister wanted this. It was like...the analogy flashed through Vicki's mind and she realized that it was not an analogy at all. It was like...being a pet. No worries other than being obedient and making your owner happy. The rest of the world didn't matter.
Vicki's eyes, then, slowly rose to meet Jo's intense gaze.
"On your knees," she ordered.
Vicki dropped without considering otherwise. She was a pet. Jo had called her that but she only fully understood, in that moment, that it wasn't just a cute name. She looked up at Karen as Jo clipped the other leash to her sister's collar and, soon, the brunette joined her kneeling on the floor at their owner's feet.
Jo stepped back and pulled the chair to a spot where she could sit and face her two slaves then began to speak.
"Girls, we are about to go to a very special event," Jo started. "There are no fetish clubs on the island, the Bahamas are too religious to allow that, but there is one private residence that occasionally hosts parties."
She tugged almost absently on the leashes enough that the women had to lean forward and put their hands on the floor even as they continued to sit on their heels.
"For me, this is about status and bragging rights," the pilot continued. "There won't be a lot of people but those who are there are all important to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," both women said almost in unison.
"Good girls," Jo praised before going on. "What that means is that I will expect you to be completely obedient no matter what." She leaned forward and removed any slack from the leashes. "I am known for bringing the most beautiful and compliant women and you two will only add to that reputation. Aside from you both being gorgeous, I don't think anyone has ever brought sisters to the party. You will be the center of attention."
Vicki wasn't sure she liked that but it didn't matter what she liked as long as it made Jo happy. She would just have to ignore her own inclinations for a few more hours.
Jo stood up.
"Just do what I tell you and don't speak unless spoken to."
The woman turned and started for the door. Was she going to parade them through the ship like this, on a leash? Karen went to all fours and took a crawling step toward the door but Vicki hesitated. The leash went taunt and tugged at her neck.
Jo turned around and looked at the older sister with her eyebrows raised.
"If we can't get out of the room, pet," Jo said, "this is going to be a really long night."
"P..please, Jo, uh, Sir," Vicki pleaded. "Please not on the ship."
"This is what I'm talking about, V," she said in a stern voice. "No questioning my orders and no disobedience." Then her voice got softer, more understanding. "You have to trust me. You're safe with me. I promise."
There was a long pause where the two just looked at each other. Then Vicki looked down, her heart thumping.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl," Jo said cheerfully.
The tall woman turned back around and started walking to the door, both sisters now following dutifully on all fours. They went only a few strides when Jo reached for the door and stopped. She turned back around and gazed down at the two sisters on their hands and knees. Yes, this was going to be quite a party.
"Stand up, girls," she ordered.
Both women were a little confused but stood up. Jo reached up and unclipped the leashes.
"I was never going to parade you through the ship," she stated, "unless I needed to punish you. This was just a test to make sure that you would if I wanted." She looked at the younger sister. "Karen, you passed with flying colors."
"Thank you, Sir," Karen beamed.
"Vicki," Jo turned toward the older sister. "I will emphasize this again. You need to trust me. Do you trust me?"
Vicki thought about that. Did she trust this woman? She hadn't done anything to hurt them or put them in danger and, as much as she didn't want to admit it, Vicki had enjoyed herself. She met the woman's steady gaze.
"Yes, Sir. I trust you," she responded.
Jo smiled at her and then turned back toward the door.
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Half an hour later, the three were stepping out of a small, three-wheeled vehicle and Jo was handing the driver some cash. There was a stone wall broken only by a pretty white wrought iron arch over a cobblestone walkway. The house was set back a ways and partially hidden by tropical plants. The green was accented by pops of red and purple all along the path. The residence wasn't huge but it was opulent. The walls were all a pale sunny yellow with white trim that accented against the greenery nicely.
They approached an arched double door of polished dark wood and glass but before ringing the bell, the pilot turned around and held up the long leather leashes. The sisters just stood there as they were, once again, tethered to their owner. Karen started to go to her knees until Jo stopped her.
"Not unless I say, babygirl."
