He then explained that if we were to take her in as a slave, we would both have duties and responsibilities. Examples he cited included caring for her, training her, and managing her. My only frame of reference was what I had witnessed on the boat, so as he rattled these off, I could not begin to imagine how I would have any involvement in this other than participating...or not...in 'games' with her.
The rest of the evening passed quietly and there was no more talk of the subject. The same was true of the next day and the one after that. Then the following day, Jonathan received a call from Pam, seeking information. He left to take the call in his office. He left his tablet, so I took the opportunity to toy around with it briefly. I found the app he uses to look at all the cameras around the house and yard. He also had lots of folders of pictures, which I guessed made sense given his hobby.
When he finished the call, he took it upon himself to tell me Pam had questions about the contract and wanted to see it, so he printed it out and would send it to her via courier. My surprise that there was a contract for such a thing was difficult to conceal.
I managed to get my hands on the contract before it left the house. Jonathan had left it in an unsealed envelope inside the front door while he arranged for a courier. Uncertain of the extent of the video surveillance in the entrance hall, I took the risk and quickly thumbed through it. It was fourteen pages long and went into great detail about many things such as: codes of conduct, permissible actions, financial arrangements, rights and responsibilities of the parties, and much more. I was floored that there were so many details specified in what I would have assumed would be a totally verbal arrangement. After perusing it, I returned it to the envelope and replaced it by the door. Later in the day, Jonathan sealed the envelope and handed it to a courier.
Little more was mentioned about Pam and her decision about becoming a slave. I was looking forward to Denise's tennis wine party and was busy preparing for that. I sought and got Jonathan's opinion on a dress. It was a cute cotton dress that came to just below the knee. I decided I would pair it with some casual heeled sandals with wide straps.
The next couple of days until the big High Tea were uneventful, even boring. Jonathan did not have Gabrielle lay out any clothes for me. So, I was naked the whole time, but preferred that to wearing only a shirt and going around bottomless. At this point, I was accustomed to being naked around Jonathan and Gabrielle and was well past being embarrassed. Jonathan and I spent some of the time apart and some of it together, eating meals, having sex, watching TV and even playing video and board games.
The High Tea at Denise and Paul's place turned out to be more fun than I could have hoped. There were about 25 women there besides me; all were wives or companions. We were all decked out in sun dresses that were sexy in varying degrees. A lot of the girls skipped wearing bras under their dresses. I did wear a bra, however, since I did not want my breasts flopping everywhere. Samantha, who had been at my Coming In Party, made sure to show us all she was not wearing any panties underneath her dress. Paula was also there and was just as gregarious at this event as she had been at my initiation.
Denise and Paul's house was a long way away, but very nice. The party was on the terrace in the back of the house, where it overlooked vineyards which made for a picturesque setting. As the event got going, Denise announced we would all be invited to 'taste' a couple of different wines she and Paul had made themselves with grapes grown in the vineyard behind the house.
Denise introduced me to lots of new people, all of whom were nice. I did notice that each time I met a woman, she introduced herself by her name and added, 'I belong to...' or 'I belong with...' The first couple of introductions, it shocked me, but I got quickly used to it and soon only wondered if there was a major difference in belonging 'to' someone as opposed to belonging 'with' someone. And I also saw that each woman was wearing the same gold chain jewelry around her left ankle that Jonathan had given me after my initiation. While we socialized, we sipped the wine and enjoyed cheese and other light snacks.
I made sure to talk to Angela, who had been elevated to companion from slave at my initiation party. At first I did not recognize her because she looked different than she had at my party. Her hair was done very nicely and she was wearing make-up, all of which made her very pretty. She seemed to be having a good time and, like me, was getting to know lots of the other ladies. Angela told me living as a companion was very different than her previous arrangement with Phillip. She confided in me she still had some marks from her ordeal but was looking forward to going on the trip with Phillip.
While we were all schmoozing on the terrace, I noticed a flurry of activity in the yard below. There was a large wooden vat sitting on a platform elevated about three feet above the ground on large poles. There was a slightly smaller vat below that, resting on the ground. Around the vats, four naked women were placing benches and small tubs and positioning garden hoses. I could tell from the chains around their necks they were slaves. To be precise, three of them had chains around their necks; the fourth, did not. I recognized her as Sherry, Eddie's long-term slave. She seemed to be directing the activity and supervising the other slaves in how to arrange everything.
At about this time, Denise asked for our attention and announced that the grape harvest had been going on and it was time to begin making the season's wine. She motioned down to the vats I had been looking at and invited all of us to come down and stomp grapes. The reaction among the ladies was enthusiastic and Denise led us down the steps into the yard.
Denise had us all gather around her near the vats. The slaves had taken up positions; two on one side of the stacked vats, one on the other side, and Sherry on the low platform next to the top vat. Denise pointed to a cart loaded with buckets of grapes that had just been harvested.
"OK, ladies. I hope you've been enjoying older vintages of the wine Paul and I made. But now we are asking for your help with this year's vintage. Anyone who wants to is welcome to stomp grapes."
Everyone indicated they would gladly participate. Denise suggested that we should remove our shoes and form a line on the side where the two slaves were stationed. We would sit on the benches and the slaves would wash our feet. Then we would climb the steps up to the platform and step into the vat and crush grapes. Once we had stomped to our hearts content, we were to climb out and down the other side where another slave would wash our feet and legs and bring us our shoes.
Crushing grapes was incredible fun. Everyone seemed to enjoy it and several of the girls did it in groups, splashing around, getting grape juice all over themselves. Denise had placed a couple of speakers nearby so we had music to accompany our task. Like a lot of the ladies, I hiked up my dress to avoid getting it ruined, but many of the women simply took their dresses off to avoid getting them stained. There were several girls stomping grapes in just thong underwear and Samantha and Paula were totally nude.
Many of the ladies wanted pictures or videos of their wine-making efforts taken with their phones. So, in addition to periodically dumping buckets of grapes into the vat, Sherry was pressed into service as a photographer and videographer.
While I was seated on the bench and slave Lyla was washing my feet, I looked around the yard. Off to my right -- to the left as viewed from the terrace -- I noticed a small round area paved with flat stones and ringed with very low hedges. At the center of the circle was a wooden post. The post was anchored into the ground and it had metal loops attached to it at a couple of points on the sides and near the top. There was also a small curved bench at one side of the circle.
Once Lyla had gotten me prepared, I went up with Angela and we stomped grapes together. We wound up dancing together in the muck and had to hold onto each other to keep from falling. Sherry recorded our revelry on Angela's phone.
After my turn smashing grapes, I went back up to the terrace to get another glass of wine. I managed to find Denise by herself, which had been difficult because up to now she had been very busy being the perfect hostess. She was on the terrace overlooking the proceedings.
"Are you having fun, Sabrina?" she asked.
Smiling from ear to ear, I said, "Oh, yes. This is terrific. I'm really enjoying myself. Thank you for putting this on and thank you for inviting all the ladies and introducing me."
She told me she was glad to do it and was happy I was getting to know others.
Looking over toward the circular area, I asked, "You told me Paul whips you. Is that where?"
She looked over as well. "Yes. Every so often, he walks me down there, ties my wrists together, hoists me up by a rope through the ring, and whips me." She shrugged, " I don't like it, but he does, so I go along."
Also curious about Sherry directing the other slaves, I asked, "I noticed Sherry seemed to be telling the other slaves what to do. How did that happen?"
Glancing down at Sherry, she told me, "Sherry's pretty much a senior slave. We often refer to her as a wrangler. A lot of times, the brothers have her help transport slaves and manage them. She's still a slave herself, but we rely on her to help organize the others."
I was glancing down as well. I could see that Samantha and Paula had gotten covered in grape juice while in the vat. Now out of it, they were making the clean-up slave wipe them down as well as spray them with the hose to get all the juice off. They seemed to get off on having the slave rub her hands all over them. Paula appeared to take great pleasure in making the poor slave clean her big tits and pussy thoroughly.
