Chapter 13
Kidnapped
Next morning the three of them awoke. Elizabeth looked embarrassed. Last night she had not only had sex with a stranger, but given her slave to him. He must think they were a couple of sluts. Jane looked concerned, not knowing what was to happen to her. Would her mistress give her away to this young guy.
Mitch looked so happy his face might split.
'Could you get our clothes from the clothes store. Or, they might be where we had the make-over,' Elizabeth said.
She was trying to sound matter of fact, as though nothing had happened.
'I might not. I might keep you both, as my concubines. You won't need clothes then,' he said.
'Oh? I'm just a blond bimbo, don't know what a concubine is,' she cheekily said. At least the silly voice had gone, though she put one on to tease him.
'A concubine is a woman kept by a man, for his naughty delights,' he said, trying to be serious.
'When you did naughty things to us last night, did you make us yours? Is that why you get to keep us?' she said.
'That's right. You both need to be kept out of trouble,' he said, breaking off a laugh.
'We're just airheads, and can't think for ourselves. We're always getting into trouble, so your right, we need looking after. You're a big strong, clever man, so us silly little things should do as you tell us, sir,' she said.
She spoke in a girly voice, batting her new eyelashes at him. She put her head on one side, in an attempt to look coy and innocent.
'That's a good dumb blond, all you have to do is what I tell you,' he laughed.
She giggled along with him, while Jane stared at them with concern. Of course her mistress was playing around, but was she mimicking her? Was this what she looked and sounded like? She was a mature adult, dressed up like an airhead of a girl. How bad was that. She had been reduced to being a stupid, vacuous girl, of no consequence. She had no opinions, no objectives, except those given to her.
'Thank you sir, that is such a relief. This silly little airhead can't think with her little girly brain. She will have to do all that you tell her, sir,' she giggled.
'Breakfast might be a good start,' he teased.
'What then, sir. Will sir, use his concubine in naughty ways?' she grinned.
'Damn! Look at the time. I've got to get the store open. We get a rush of customers in, the people opening their own stores,' he explained.
Not bothering to cover his nakedness, he jumped out of bed. The women watched him dress, admiring his strong fit body. His tapered back, slim waist, and a cute bottom were of interest. They confirmed he had a pair of strong legs, already knowing so, from last nights' performance.
'Both Ronald and Clarissa will be in shortly, I'll ask them to drop your clothes in,' he hurriedly told them.
As best they could, the two of them washed in a small sink, meant for hand washing. The makeup was off, and the stupid voice gadgets were clear of their throats. With a comb and a brush, they managed to bring their hair into order.
'These outfits are dreadful. I don't want to be seen like this,' Elizabeth complained.
'Sorry, mistress, it's all my fault,' Jane said.
'Don't worry, it was a moment of madness, that's all. It was fun, and ended up well,' she reassured her slave.
Elizabeth looked at Jane, wondering why she had jumped into bed with that guy. She remembered feeling excited at the way men looked at her, when they walked through the mall. It wasn't anything to do with looking stupid. Maybe it was something to do with looking as though they were sluts and available. For a whole year the opposite was true, while working in the desert.
Everything had been tidied away and cleaned up, when Mitch came back in.
'Here's your clothes,' he said, and quickly went back to the customers.
They thankfully pulled decent clothes from the bags, and got dressed. Elizabeth was tempted to dump the garish outfits, but kept them. They walked into the coffee shop through the kitchen, as the rush of customers died down.
'A coffee before you leave,' he asked, with a bright smile.
'Listen. Last night was, well, unusual. OK?' Elizabeth awkwardly spoke.
'Forgotten! Well, maybe I'm lying. You know what I mean. A fresh day and a fresh start, OK?' he smiled.
'Good. We've got to go. Here's my number, give me a call,' she said.
She gave him a little smile, and he thought she looked hopeful.
'I will, promise. I want to get to know you better,' he said.
'Better than last night!' she teased.
'Different to that. I mean, you know what I mean,' he said.
'You just want us as concubines, pandering to your whims,' she goaded him.
'I want a proper date!' he scolded her.
'I'll phone you,' he said, and kissed her.
'I think Jane deserves a kiss too, after last night,' she rebuked him.
He had been ignoring Jane, not wanting to acknowledge they had sex. Unconsciously Elizabeth wanted to see how they reacted, and decide whether to be jealous or not.
He pecked her on the cheek. 'Thank you for last night. It was wonderful for me, I hope it was for you. Are you alright about it?' he quietly asked.
'Don't worry, I'm alright,' Jane smiled, and kissed him on the lips. 'If you decide to take on a sexy slave girl, let me know,' she said, and winked.
At the same time she nodded her head at Elizabeth, leaving him wondering if she meant both of them, or just Elizabeth.
A customer walked, in so they broke off their playfulness.
'The mid morning customers are arriving, I better get on with it,' he said.
He watched them leave, no longer hobbling on high heels. What a night that was! He considered re-chalking the blackboard, with a declaration in big bold lettering, "I had two beautiful blonds in bed last night!" He wouldn't tell anyone, not even his brother.
'Wake up! A latte please,' the guy repeated.
'Sure, no problem, on the house!' Mitch said, breaking into a big smile.
'Your brother wouldn't approve. Thanks, much appreciated. I'll tell him what a good job your doing,' the guy said, and returned the smile.
***
Jane didn't know what to say to her mistress. Sleeping with the man Elizabeth was keen on wasn't a good idea. Especially so, when she was so dependent upon her. The girl had purchased her as an object from a store, defining her as nothing more than a humble slave. Being collared, and declaring her submission, made it all the more real. These thoughts swirled through her head, reinforcing the self-imposed position of slave.
Elizabeth felt happy and contented. She dismissed the fact that Jane had slept with the handsome man she was keen on getting to know. The circumstances had been unique. He had treated Jane with understanding, and he wasn't crowing over bedding the two of them. He was a decent guy, worth getting to know.
The journey home took all her concentration, with unsuspected black ice patches everywhere. A comfortable smile settled on her face once home. She went through the paperwork brought back from the last exploration. Nothing exciting had been discovered, which was usual.
'Thanks, slave,' Elizabeth casually said.
'You're welcome, mistress,' Jane quietly responded, and left the study as silently as she had entered.
Jane was avoiding her mistress, hoping she would forget the trouble she caused yesterday. She had an expensive makeover, and persuaded her mistress to have the same. Then they had rudely danced for her gorgeous shoes, as they were too expensive to afford. Most damning of all, she had slept with a man her mistress liked.
Sooner or later she would have to pay the price for her misdeeds. She was just a slave, so she was to blame, and would have to be punished. She even felt bad over wanting to be punished. Knowing she would become excited when put over the young girls knee for a spanking, added to her guilt.
Elizabeth couldn't concentrate on the work in front of her, however much she tried. The phone rang, startling her. Was it him?
'Hi dad, how you doing? Everything OK? She's fine, fixing dinner. No problem, we're getting on fine. Yes! I'm looking after her,' Elizabeth told her father.
She felt bad over letting his slave sleep with a stranger. There again, she had slept with him too. The relationship had certainly started in a strange way.
'We weren't out in the storm, safely tucked up in bed, with a hot drink. Is Uncle Phil alright? Good. Was it painful? The thing you had to do for him?' she said.
They ran out of things to say, and mumbled their love, followed by hearty goodbyes. So, Uncle Phil didn't have medical insurance. That meant dad had to pick up the bill again. At least it wasn't gambling debts this time.
No sooner had she put the phone down than it rang again.
'Hi Elizabeth, wanted to make sure you got home safely. There's black ice out there, treacherous stuff,' he said.
'Sure, thanks, err, it's nice of you to call. How's business, plenty of customers?' she asked, feeling awkward.
'The weather has kept them away. What about you, busy?' he asked.
'Trying to concentrate on work, but can't. Thinking of you, partly. I don't usually, you know, jump into bed with someone,' she said, avoiding mentioning Jane.
'We need to go on a few dates, to catch up, get to know each other, that sort of thing,' he said.
There was a hint of that throaty chuckle she liked.
