Concubines Necklace

Shopping was uneventful, though they did (as always) attract attention. A little more than usual, as they both wore more revealing outfits than normal. (And their bags contained more revealing yet.) By mutual consent they decided not to talk about their situation in public at the moment.

Mary kept Jess out of the ‘adult’ shop for the moment as well. Not that her sister’s ideas didn’t sound tempting. It was just that, at the moment, ‘toys’ were more likely to get them in trouble then help them.

Mary woke first, tangled in her sister’s arms and her own bedsheets. Jess was sleepily fondling her breast. Mary removed the hand, and carefully extracted herself. She headed for the bathroom to start the morning.

Jess joined Mary at breakfast.

“So, what happens now?” This was Jess.

“I don’t know. I just came down here to get the other necklace. I needed to talk to someone about this.”

“And you decided your little sister made a good candidate.” Jess was smiling.

“Actually, I felt sorry for you. I wanted you to feel like you belonged…”

“Hi Jess!” Mary exclaimed, walking in the front door.

Her sister ran out at the sound of her voice. “Mary! You didn’t say you were coming home this weekend. What’s up? And how did you know who was home?”

“Dad’s car was gone, but there were lights on. As for why I’m here, nothing to big, just had a couple of things to pick up. Didn’t have anything better to do this weekend, so I thought I’d run down.” Mary shrugged, releasing her sister from a hug.

“I’d have thought you and Nick could have thought of something to do for the weekend…”

After class Stephen had to run; he had another class immediately following. Mary had two more classes today, but had already decided to blow them off. She had other things to worry about today.

Besides, being in Master’s presence had made her horny.

Her room wasn’t far, and it wasn’t long until she had taken care of her immediate problem. Afterwards she lay on her bed, basking in the afterglow, and tried to think through her more long-term problems.

Mary did not normally look forward to history. She’d needed a couple credits, and it had sounded easy enough. Which it was, mostly…

Today, however, it was a chance to see her master. And that was always something to look forward to.

“Hi Stephen.” She bounced up to him at the doorway, hands nervous behind her back. “Come up with an idea for our presentation yet?”

Mary slid into the same library cubicle she’d been at last night, taking Stephan’s seat. With a little luck, she might be able to use the browser history to figure out what site he had been on.

She had decided on a moderately tight pair of jeans, and the lowest cut of her ‘everyday wear’ blouses. She’d considered wearing one of her show-off outfits, but decided against it. She’d have to work her way up to wearing those, so no one noticed the change. At least she could skip underwear: no one would notice that.

A quick breakfast and here she was.

Mary woke up relaxed and well-rested, aside from a small cramp in one hand. Well, that was to be expected.

She really wished she could have had her owner fuck her last night.

She sat up and looked around. Her room was a mess: clothes flung everywhere, her bag dropped by the door, the bed mostly slept on, not in… “Looks like I needed some sex.” She shook her head at herself, grabbed a towel and some shampoo, and headed for the showers.

Mary walked back to her dorm from her project meeting unconfused. She had a problem, and she knew it. How to solve the problem, that was the question.

She was Stephan’s slave.

She’d felt it the moment he’d uttered the words that activated the necklace. The wave of pleasure that had flooded over her then… Well, it had been lucky he had been so absorbed with reading. She had wanted to tell him, right then and there: to proclaim her new position in life.

Mary was idly playing with her necklace when it started. “Say, Mary, were’d you get that necklace anyway?”

“Family heirloom. Why, you think we can use it for our project?”

The question was supposed to be rhetorical, but Stephan answered it anyway. “We might. It looks a lot like something I’ve just run across. Take a look.”