It was a surprise when Anderson announced to Melissa that they would be entertaining guests. She had been with him over a year at this point and with the exception of a few workmen that came during the day (and whom she never saw as she was restricted to her room) there had been no one in the house except her and Anderson.
Melissa had given up all thought of escape. It wasn't just that she had been totally broken to his will, but the radio had announced that a sixteen year old girl named "Karen" from Hemlock had won a singing contest over in Grant Junction and would be visiting a studio in the city to cut her first recording. The mother, it was said, was extremely proud her talented and beautiful daughter. There was no mention of a missing older sister. What there anything for her to go back to?
At his behest she helped put the mansion in the best order possible for such an aging home. In particular she was assigned to clean a small bedroom down the hall from hers. She had never been in there before and she was quite surprised when she opened the door.
The room was richly decorated with mirrors on the walls and happy cherubs painted gold as a part of the trim. The most spectacular part of the space, though, was the bed. It was small and carved like a giant swan with head twisted around to hang over the body which contained the mattress. It looked like something out of Victorian bride's dream about where she would spend her wedding night, with the exception that it was too small to be occupied by a man and a woman. The sleeping space was heart-shaped with two pillows at the head narrowing to a point at the foot. Whoever was going to sleep here, must be very petite, thought Melissa.
Their guests arrived late on a Monday night. Anderson had had her dress in a long white backless gown, with a plunging neckline that was so low it exposed her naval.
When the visitors were escorted by Anderson into the living room she was surprised at what she saw.
"Mr. King, this is my partner, Melissa," said Anderson introducing her. King was a tall, older man with salt and pepper hair and beard wearing a dark suit. If Melissa had to guess, she would put him in his late fifties, but he moved like a younger man and looked solidly built.
"Mr. Anderson," he spoke, "This is my ward, Lenore."
Lenore was even more petite than Melissa with blue eyes - well almost lavender eyes - and blonde hair. Like Melissa she was clothed in a long white gown with a low cut neckline. Unlike Melissa, she had a very generous pair of tits, especially given her small, thin frame.
Melissa was shocked at how beautiful the girl's face was. It was heart-shaped with long lashes and nearly perfect skin. Her eyes were large, wide set and almond shaped with just a hint of an angle that suggested a distant Asian ancestor. When she spoke there was a trace of an accent. Maybe French? Physically she looked to be no more than a year younger than Melissa, but as they talked, something about her gave her the feeling she was much older: Very calm and assured, especially in her relationship to Mr. King. As if they knew each other very, very well.
The men moved into the library to smoke - Melissa had never seen Anderson eat much, but he did like a good cigar - and the girls were left alone.
"Can I get you some food?" asked Melissa.
"No, I ate earlier," the blonde replied. "Have you been with your master long?"
This question startled Melissa. She had never thought of Anderson as a master and never called him that! As if he owned her! Then Melissa began to think about the deal made with her mother - essentially purchasing her - and about her now unquestioning obedience to him and realized he was, indeed her master. She also realized that there was something comforting about the idea.
"A little over a year now," she answered after a pause. "How about you?"
Lenore smiled and answered cryptically, "Oh, we have been together for a long, long time."
***
Somehow it did not surprise Melissa that the newcomers had the same schedule they did: Up at night, sleeping during the day. When it got to about four in the morning they all headed upstairs. Then Anderson stopped her and whispered in her ear.
"You will not be using your room tonight. Go there and undress completely, then go to the small room you cleaned. You will be using that bedroom to sleep in as long as we have guests."
There were a lot of nice bedrooms in the house and Melissa was surprised that she was being moved. Did Anderson - her master - wish to use her room for one of the guests? In any case, she obeyed stripping completely then making her way down the hall to the small, fancy bedroom. What if she met Mr. King in her birthday suit on the way?
She didn't run into him, but got the surprise of her life when she opened the door to the small bedroom. Lenore lay naked in the bed. She opened her eyes and sat up and blinked at Melissa.
"Come on in. My master said you would be joining me," she smiled.
"I don't understand-"
"Oh, I think Mr. Anderson is just being hospitable. My master told him I don't like to sleep alone." She padded the bed. "Come and climb in. We can have some girl talk before we fall asleep!" she giggled.
While Melissa had thought Lenore had a gorgeous face, she now saw the girl also had an amazing body too. Melissa had seen the bodies of the rest of the cheer squad in the showers at school, but even though they were all corn-fed, healthy American beauties, Lenore was something else altogether.
Her breasts were huge, but from their jiggle, sway and curve, clearly natural. Melissa could see that the distance from the blonde's areola to the girl's rib cage was greater than the distance from the front of her chest to her back. And that didn't count Lenore's bubblegum pink nipples, which were long, hard and erect. In the same way her tits were wider than her torso, so someone standing directly behind her could still see them peaking out on either side.
Her waist was so small you might almost expected she would snap in half it she moved too violently. And despite her petite height, her legs looked long and perfectly shaped. Melissa almost felt embarrassed to be naked with her because her somewhat average body didn't really measure up.
Lenore laid back on the bed and padded the tiny space next to her, "Come on, let us snuggle! I have not been with a girl for such a long time!"
Melissa had never thought herself to be interested sexually in other girls, but it was clear that Anderson wanted her to share this bed with Lenore, so she had little choice, but to lay back. Turning her head to look at the blonde, she realized that their faces were only inches away from each other. Embarrassed, she looked down, straight at Lenore's perfect boobs.
"Give them a squeeze, if you want," the blonde giggled. "They won't break."
Blushing at the thought, Melissa lay there frozen. Lenore reached out, took her hand and moved it to her own right breast letting her cup it and encouraging a squeeze.
Melissa had to admit they felt really, really soft and the girl's skin was a smooth as velvet. Lenore lifted her hand from on top of Melissa's and reached for the brunette's own, smaller tit, and started toying with the nipple.
"I don't know..." Melissa started to say, but stopped. Touching and being touched by Lenore felt really good and fun, but was she that kind of girl? Maybe she was. Maybe she went both ways.
Melissa heard a tinkling sound and glanced down. Lenore was shaved and her pussy slit was perfectly shaped and smooth, but what was that gleam of metal down there?
Lenore laughed, seeing the brunette's interest. "Would you like to look at my ownership medallion?"
Melissa nodded and Lenore moved opening her legs. Her left inner pussy lip was pierced and from it ran a small chain ending in a round disc a little bigger than a quarter. Lenore reached down and turned it so that Melissa could see its face.
It read "Property of J.E. King" On the reverse side was the image of a naked, bound girl, her face on the ground and her butt in the air.
"It is hardened steel, permanent and almost impossible to remove," Lenore stated. "The only way to get it off would be to slice my pussy open."
Melissa said the first thing that popped into her head, "It's lovely."
Lenore smiled, "My master prefers this to other ways of placing a ownership mark on me. I'm not allowed to have tattoos or brands."
The blonde leaned over suddenly and kissed Melissa. Melissa hesitated to kiss back. She wanted to, but should she?
"You wouldn't want to disappoint your master now, would you?" Lenore laughed at the brunette's reluctance.
"But he isn't here..."
