Next Sassa went to the kitchen to get lemonade; Helen looked into my eyes and asked whether I was having fun.
"I'm the most excited I've ever been." She could tell I wanted to say more but was hesitating, so she gave me that encouraging smile I love.
"A question, and something embarrassing," I blushed. Helen looked into my eyes and held still; "No secrets between us - tell all...ask anything. Don't worry. You're safe in all ways."
I could feel muscles relaxing, especially in my shoulders, even though I had not noticed tension there.
I forced myself to not be shy, returning her gaze as I spoke:
"Is it really totally fine to play with your sister, and..." I gulped, paused..."and shall we, can we, live out my fantasy tonight?"
Without hesitation, Helen answered in a clear voice that Sassa surely must have heard from the kitchen: "Yes and yes. Sassa needs to be distracted from boys. You need to experience your dream for real. Therefore, my slave girl," my eyes widened and I felt "crinkly" down below, "I take you as my property. You are to obey my every whim, you must obey me, and I order you to turn Sassa on so she forgets about these boys she's been hanging with who are not good for her. Keep her totally preoccupied with you. And keep me turned on too, my love slave."
"Yes mistress, my owner." I had only called her those titles once during lovemaking, after admitting how the concept of her owning me aroused me so incredibly. That night I had told her more than anyone else that it was my fantasy to try being truly owned, actually slave property for a time period (provided I knew it was not for life - real slave ownership was abhorrent to me, but between responsible lovers if all conditions and safe word could used, a limited time period seemed OK to me).
Helen nodded while she held my eyes with hers. "So, my slave girl, this is it! You're mine!" Helen kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced, thrust and sucked. I felt her clothed chest against my bare right breast, and her hand on my naked left side. My heart was pounding madly and my loins were wet.
She pulled back to breathe, "that contract idea of yours is a good one. We'll write it out and sign with Sassa as witness. We can write out the details, such as for how long I own your pretty ass, what limits there are, so on."
"Oh my owner, I love you. Thank you." I puckered my lips to kiss and she brought her head down for another session of passionate tongue dancing.
After a while, we noticed Sassa was hesitating to come in. Catching her breath, Helen waved her in and said it's OK, and that we need to start on the "contract" so we all know what's OK and this is real in our minds. Helen explained the contract idea and how it would make me seem to become really a sex slave, how we really want this and it's OK because we know what we are doing. Sassa was fascinated. I was uncuffed and soon we were sipping lemonade at the kitchen table, movie forgotten but still making background noise from the other room. I was still naked and the sisters dressed, but I was free to create and reject any ideas for the contract. Of course, since I loved sitting there with my naked chest exposed above the table top, and my moisture seeping onto the paper towel on my chair, I was inspired to go for it, i.e. to be generous in the contract language.
Helen had the brilliant idea to have me hand write it. Helen and Sassa were impressed that I actually composed the opening line myself: "I willingly and enthusiastically submit to Helen as her total slave property. The only limitations to her total ownership rights are as listed herein." I had boldly chosen to start the "contract" by requiring any limits to be spelled out, rather than list what was allowed. Result: anything not thought of would be allowed. "You really want this, don't you?" asked Sassa in her musical voice, enhanced by her fascination and excitement, and as she later shared, also enhanced by her great and deep attraction to me personally and admiration for my lithe, lean, fit naked body. I blushed but said confidently, "Yes." I started bullet points of not allowed items: no males, no bleeding, no permanent scars, no alcohol though limited glasses of wine OK, absolutely no drugs by anyone, and contract terminates when there is no longer any love or caring. Safety first, always. Exercise, nutrition and health second top priority. I looked at Helen and Sassa both in the eyes to say I am trusting them and their loving judgment, so I'm trying to keep limits low - I want this to fulfill my dreams so I want to feel it is real, and for Helen to feel she really owns a slave girl, as if we were in ancient Rome when it was the legal. I also mentioned smilingly that I would not do this at all if it weren't for the safety and loving I feel from them.
"So, questions I have to start are: for how long, and where shall we do this, and what rights does Sassa have over me?"
Sassa turned to her sister. "Helen, can we put it in the contract that I also own her, after you - I mean, like family property, I would be second owner after you. You can do whatever you want, but I have second property rights, and I can't do anything with her you don't want me to, but if for example she and I were alone." Suddenly Sassa blushed, realizing she was admitting she wanted me as her slave girl too. Helen smiled at both of us, pleased and nodding. "Absolutely, Sassa! That should be in the contract to be clear. Right Lisa?" I paused and looked at Sassa and somehow felt my fantasies would be only more fulfilled and real and thorough with Sassa fully involved. I was simultaneously afraid and thrilled - knowing I wanted to be so thoroughly a submissive sensual fully used total slave girl to both of them. My voice quaked as I said "yes, very much so," to share my full agreement and submission.
And you know, a real contract has to have exchange...at least $1." I remembered.
They looked at each other, and Sassa quickly said the contract should be for the whole summer at least! I nodded, blushing, "Yes, at least..." looking at Helen. Helen grinned. "OK, write this contract shall be in force until noon of Labor Day this year, at which time the contract can be renewed if both parties agree. Also write that for the first term of the contract, the slave shall be paid..." Sassa's brows furrowed prettily as she nudged her older sister.
"You have to cover her for her time, after all, you just got access to your fund."
Helen glanced at me, seemingly embarrassed.
Sassa looked at me. "You do know Helen got half her trust fund freed on her birthday, don't you? And that we're kind rich?"
I smiled at Helen, both glad for her and strangely simultaneously annoyed and touched that she withheld about her trust fund - maybe she wanted to be sure I loved her for herself. I knew she was well off, but rich? "How rich?" I asked softly.
Sassa jumped in again: "Yeah, she's rich now, and I will be too when I turn 25!" she exclaimed in her boisterous open way. I always marveled at how siblings turn out differently in personality.
"OK," hastened Helen, $5000 at the end of this summer, of course all expenses paid, and IF she renews on Labor Day for another 365 days, she shall be paid $20,000 at the end of that year, and of course all room and board, no living expenses. And no clothes needed, naturally" she winked, glancing at my exposed breasts.
I looked at Helen in surprise: $25,000 total?"
Sassa said we can do better than that. Helen looked at her in surprise, "That's a lot of money, and Lisa will have $25,000 in savings, and even more if she stays my slave, say, for 5 years - then she'll have $105,000 at age 28, more than many people have at 40. Also, all those living expenses paid, and we'll have to find someplace outdoor and private too, and maybe put off our careers so we can enjoy this."
I smiled at Helen. "5 years?" Helen nodded beaming, "Wouldn't it be wonderful?" I could only smile, touched by this long term commitment, something we had not really talked about.
Then Helen almost shyly added, "Imagine being my love slave for ten years, or longer?! And at the end of any term, if you ever want to stop being owned, you'll be super fit. Maybe you'll even want to get into the fitness industry."
Sassa added, "Then you'd have $205,000 and investment earnings. But let's not think too far ahead. Still summer first, then annual or six-month renewals."
After a silence as we pondered this, I realized I wanted to go for this. "Tell you what: I'll have hardly any limits at all, which is my dream anyway, if we can do this most of the time in a private outdoorsy place with good weather year-round, and for the summer it's $10,000 and then $30,000 annually."
"Ah, a negotiator!" Helen smiled into my eyes. "You know, this is quite a commitment, and getting expensive. But I want this too."
"And so do I!" exclaimed Sassa. "I'll chip in. 40%. I'll pay what I owe when I get my fund."
Helen smiled, "How about $10,000 for the summer and $25,000 annually, and with chances to earn bonuses?"
Bonuses sounded interesting, and kinky.
We all agreed to this, with the six-month renewals. My hand trembled slightly as I wrote these amounts out. Just thinking of doing this all summer was arousing enough but to do it for longer!
"You know, getting paid makes this seem real somehow. I definitely will have to perform and obey." We all looked at one another. Helen added, "you'll really be the totally sensual slave girl you dreamed about. And I think we'll be closer than ever."
I nodded. "This will remove barriers between us. Direct openness." Helen nodded seriously.
Sassa added it would be cool if we could all go somewhere very private for the summer, so the slave could be enjoyed outdoors all the time. "Like an island?" I asked. "Yes!" Sassa grinned excitedly, "that would be great! A warm tropical island." I was getting so aroused, I was trying hard to think how I might regret not putting in any more limits.
"If this goes on past this summer, there's also the vacation cottage, when other family are not there'" said Sassa. Helen nodded.
