All characters in this story are over 18.
Paradise Obtained Chapter 14: Mastering Svetlana
The next two days after Svetlana walked in on my orgy with Georgia, Millie and Tasha were very nervous and uncomfortable for us all. Naturally enough, Svetlana avoided not just me but the three girls as well, something Georgia found particularly painful as she had started to like the young Ukrainian as a friend. The point was made most strongly the first day after the incident. It was Svetlana's birthday and the Bondarenko family went to a restaurant to celebrate. There was no invitation to any of us to attend.
However, what I was most dreading was the moment when Olek Bondarenko came to see me to complain about what his daughter had seen. Would he say they were cutting short their holiday? Perhaps he would give the place a bad review and potentially affect future business. Or might he denounce me as some kind of pervert? While what Georgia, Millie, Tasha and I did together was none of his business -- we were all adults after all -- the fact remained that I had let his impressionable young daughter walk in on us, so I would understand if he were angry.
But it eventually it dawned on us that nothing of that sort was going to happen. Olek and Anna Bondarenko remained as friendly and relaxed as before, happily enjoying their holiday. It became obvious that Svetlana had said nothing to her parents about what had happened.
This interested me. It was entirely possible that she thought she had walked in on something private and personal, and hence none of her or her parents concern, and so had kept quiet. Or perhaps she was just too embarrassed by what she had seen to say anything. Both would have been perfectly natural reactions. But I was hoping there was something else at work. What she had witnessed was pretty unusual after all -- three girls with one guy, the slave collars and so on. I hoped she was at least a little intrigued and maybe wanted to know more.
With this in mind, on the morning of the third day after Svetlana stumbled on our orgy I went to Georgia and told her to find Svetlana and talk to her. "It has to be you, sweetie," I said. "I know you're upset and embarrassed, but I'd be much too scary after what she saw, Millie is not sensitive enough and Svetlana doesn't know Tasha as well. You're the nearest thing to a friend she has here."
"I want to talk to her, Matt. You know, try and explain... but what on earth do I say?" Georgia looked miserable and I realised I really hated that. She meant a lot to me now, and I wanted her to be happy.
I put an arm around her and gave her a hug. "Tell her as much of the truth as you can. How you feel about me and the girls and how wonderful our life can be together. Try and found out what she's thinking. If you succeed, report back and tell me what you find out. Then we'll try and figure out what to do next."
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It was many hours before Georgia returned. The sun was setting fast, as it does in those tropical climes, and the local household staff I employed were preparing an evening meal for the Bondarenko's and my party before they went home for the evening.
To my surprise, when I finally saw Georgia making her way to the beachside bungalow we were staying in, she was accompanied by Svetlana. I quickly told Millie and Tasha to make themselves scarce. If Svetlana was coming to talk, I didn't want too many people around. The girl needed some space.
Georgia and Svetlana came up the steps from the beach onto the veranda of the bungalow and I decided to greet them at the door. The Ukrainian girl blushed when she saw me. I said, in as normal and calm voice as I could muster, "Hi you two. Millie and Tasha have gone out, so it's just me at the moment."
"That's good," replied Georgia, "Svetlana would like to talk to both of us." The sweetly beautiful brunette nodded at that, then dipped her eyes shyly.
"Yes, of course, come in. Dinner's being prepared over in the main house, but it shouldn't be served for another half hour or so." I waved them through the door and into the single living room in the building and then offered a drink, which was declined. The two girls sat together on a couch, while I took a wicker chair.
I waited quietly, keen to give them space and time. It was Georgia who spoke first: "Lana and I have talked about what she saw the other evening. I have tried to explain a little, but she wanted to speak to you as well."
"If that's alright," Svetlana interjected and then blushed.
I was keen to put her at ease as far as I could, so I put on my most encouraging voice and said, "Yes, please do. We have no secrets here and nothing to be ashamed of. Nor have you. I know you didn't mean to interrupt us and I guess what you saw must have been surprising."
"Well yes, it was; and a little shocking too," she said, with more confidence. "I've never seen... That's to say, I've had boyfriends, but only -- you know -- one to one..." Svetlana stopped again, embarrassed once more.
I smiled gently. "I imagine Georgia has already told you this. She and I, along with Millie and Tasha and a few others, believe in polyamory -- that is that it is possible to be in a relationship with more than one person, openly, honestly and loving way. We find it more fulfilling than conventional exclusivity. It has brought us great happiness and much pleasure." Svetlana seemed to accept this. But then she wouldn't have believed the real truth even if I had told her.
"What about the collars Georgia and the others were wearing? It looked almost like they were your slaves," Svetlana asked.
"Oh, that's just a game we play sometimes for a bit of fun," I answered with a smile. "You know the sort of thing -- I pretend to be the girls' Master and they obey. It's exciting, but not serious." Svetlana nodded. It seemed she had heard of such roleplay. She was looking less on edge, so it was time to try and put her more at ease.
"Look, I'm very sorry you saw that and I want to apologise. We should have been more careful to check you weren't around. But I promise we are all perfectly normal people and would never ask anyone we didn't know to join us. You're quite safe." I thought I detected just the tiniest hint of disappointment from Svetlana. My suspicion that she had said nothing because she was intrigued strengthened. In fact, I guessed it was probably the reason she was here now.
I then changed the subject onto how she was enjoying her holiday and soon the three of us were chatting away happily. I once more offered a drink and this time chilled white wine was accepted all round.
I was convinced by this point that Svetlana was not about to run away, so I felt safe in suggesting to Georgia that she accompany me to collect three platefuls of food from the main house and bring them back to the bungalow so we could continue our discussion. Getting the dinner was necessary, but the real reason for my suggestion was that I wanted to talk to Georgia privately. A realisation had grown on me and I needed to share it with her.
As we crossed the stretch of garden between the two buildings I said, "Georgia, you know I trust you with this, but can I offer you a bit of advice?"
"Of course, Matt; you're the expert," replied Georgia.
