Frankie's Story Ch. 02

"You were to look out for Frankie and keep her company. Why is the play room open?"

Red was quick to reply. "I kept her occupied with work. We cleaned the play room and every room in the place."

"You told her about yourself?"

"No. that is for you to do, all that I am is as much as you tell her. She understood my reluctance to talk about myself until you had returned, so we talked of general things and I made sure we both kept occupied until you returned."

I nodded and thanked her before turning my attention towards Frankie.

"The predicament I placed you in with your folks was unforeseen and I had to adjust everything very quickly. Being employed by my company makes life easier for you now. The job is real and you are employed for however long you wish to be."

Frankie simply nodded her head and once again waited.

"Red is one thing and many things. I understand that means little to you but that is who she is and I love her because of it."

Her head lifted to look at me and then adjusted her line of site slightly to take in Red's reaction. She blushed.

"Red. Clothes?"

Frankie continued to watch the woman next to her as she pulled air into her lungs to both calm herself and answer the question posed to her.

"I was made aware of your request that Frankie was to be naked. However, that was before I was sent here at your request. You gave no indication on how you wished me to be so I took it upon myself to keep us clothed until you decide on both of us and not just one of us."

My gaze once again turned to Frankie who seemed to flinch slightly expecting the worst.

"Do you see how her mind works Frankie? Red does not go by blind faith in anything, she wears a collar and I could take her into the play room for the next three weeks and use every piece of equipment there is on her and she will smile through the entirety. I could tie her to my bed and use her until every hole in her body is too sore to ever use again and she will still smile."

"But if I where to use her in a sadistic manner or one that will not give both of us pleasure. Then that smile will still be there when she places her hands around my neck and squeezes the life out of me."

Frankie's face was one of total shock, even when she turned her gaze to Red and looked at her closely, she watched fascinated as her stature seemed to grow in the room. It was then that we both heard just two words from Red.

"Damn straight..."

"Frankie. Red is the only person I had ever shared Shannon with. Red is also the only person I thought to turn to when I decided to move you away from your folks. It's between Red and I to teach you what you wish to know. Some of course will be things that Shannon taught you, the rest will be us."

I started to fear that I was overwhelming Frankie with to much information all at once. So I sent both girls to the spare room to undress and collar up and then return to me. They both found me in the play room, as my eyes scanned the room, my mind provoked memories of fond times here, even though I hadn't been here since just before Shannon's death. Without even looking behind me I knew what I would see. Both girls would be knelt side by side two foot inside the room and one side of the door.

"You still have your old job Red? Not killed anyone yet I hope?"

"Yes Master. I do my best, but I seemed to have taught them all to well."

We both giggled and I turned and looked at them both. The contrast between them was almost total, Red had an inch in height on Frankie but broader shoulders. Frankie was a C-cup and I knew for a fact that Red was the middle ground between a B and a C-cup, and through her work, her body was much more toned than Frankie's. Of course where Frankie still had that strip of pubic hair, Red was perfectly smooth thanks to laser surgery. The biggest contrast was of course their hair. Red did actually take after the name everyone used on her since birth.

Her real name was Maureen, when she was old enough to realize she hated it, she used the nickname everyone used due to the shocking red hair on her head. A gift from her fathers Irish side of the family which always seemed to bleed over only onto the women of each generation. I told Frankie that Red had her own company and she worked in Hollywood as a fitness trainer, amongst other things. We then talked about a fitness regime for Frankie that she could do after work.

Both were to go into town in the morning and sort out a running kit, sports bras and good trainers. Even as we talked Frankie seemed a little uncomfortable that we were talking about her and not to her what so ever but it was obvious that my next question made her regret getting caught.

"Frankie how many lovers have you had since you lost your virginity?"

My niece shot a look at me, her mouth opened in shock and her face just seemed to drain of blood.

"I... I..." My niece stammered.

Finally I said. "Red Explain."

"Master needs to know how used Masters Pussy is, so he can adjust what he can do without causing his Pussy any damage."

The pause as they both looked at each other, simply reinforcing not only what she had said, but also what she was about to say.

"This question will also tell Master how promiscuous you have been since you gave up your virginity."

I suppose now was going to be a turning point for both of us. Red knew what was coming and adjusted her own seated position so that she was no longer next to Frankie, but at an angel looking towards the side of her. Even as I walked towards her and motioned her to stand, Frankie was on her feet in an instant. There was no warning; I simply slapped Frankie across the tits with my hand. The sound made both the girls wince, Frankie for her part, took it better than I expected.

Walking deeper into the play room I motioned Frankie to follow. I knew Red would be behind her. I stood against the table and pointed to the spot I wished her to stand, and she obediently stopped. Pulling a couple of drawers open I found what I needed and went back to both of them holding out my hand as I did.

"You know what this is?"

Frankie nodded immediately and then said. "It's a butt plug."

Tossing it to Red who caught it with ease I took a step closer to Frankie.

"That's going in you and Red is going to put it there. It only comes out when you need to use the bathroom and you will then clean it and put it back yourself. It will stay in you until you both come back from your shopping trip tomorrow."

The nod of her head and the slump of her shoulder told me so much. The tear that slowly ran down her cheek wasn't expected, but it did let me know that she now realized that simply calling me Master and wearing a collar she hadn't earned, didn't actually make her a slave.

*******

The door to the shower slid open and quickly closed again. The soapy hands massaged my back and came as a welcome relief to me.

"It's in her and I left her crying in her room. I have a question, you asked me to come here and look after her and protect her until you got here. Do I need to protect her from you as well?"

I shook my head and placed my hands on the tiles and Red set about adding more soap to my back whilst working her magical fingers into the tension that had beset me the last couple of days.

"It was easier with Shannon and then you. We had compartmentalized our lives so well that not even my family knew of our lifestyle. Even when you, Shannon's room-mate, figured it out and wanted to be involved, our happy threesome kept to ourselves and we had no need for others."

My voice caught in my throat only to be replaced with a slow groan as Red seemed to have found just that right spot and concentrated on it to great effect. Closing my eyes and looking upwards, letting the spray from the shower cascade over my face, small explosions of light seemed to dance across my line of sight as yet another gentle pleasurable groan escaped my lips.

"Shannon told neither of us that she had included Frankie into our circle and sadly with her death has left us both with the decision of what to do about it. She's my niece Red, an extension my own flesh and blood; and she tells me that she wants into my life."

I started to chuckle and Red stopped what she was doing. Her hands came away from my body, only for her naked form to reappear between my outstretched arms. Her own arms wrapped themselves around me and she just held on tight until I finally stopped.

"You know what we do Red. What I did to you and Shannon in our time together, not a session went by that at the conclusion someone or sometimes you both, walked with a limp or winced when sitting down. I know this pain sometimes lasted a day or two afterwards. How many law books do I have to delve into before I find what she wants me to do falls under name of incest?"

Finally Red relaxed her hold on me and then placed both her hands on my cheeks, keeping my head still while her eyes bored so deep into my soul.

"She tried and failed to find what she needs outside of us and look what that pig Randy did to her. Denying her now, you could send her to someone else and he could break her. Hurt her in a way that can't be fixed. At least with you guiding her, you have her best interest at heart. If you insist on giving anything a name then give it this one... Slave."

Red had always been the philosopher in our group and the heated discussions the three of us had not only at college, but when we became more involved with each other made me wonder if she would ever be comfortable with our lifestyle. Hell, even Shannon raised an eyebrow when Red had first approached her and told her that she knew what Shannon did with me and wanted in.

As skeptical as we both were, Red took to it like it came natural to her. Shannon and I both knew her limits even if Red didn't at the time. It was a full year after we started to include her that she came to me and said she didn't want her safe word anymore. The party we held that weekend left Red cutting classes on Monday to recover. When Shannon had asked her if she was ok? Red just smiled and said that she now realized why she held onto her safe word for so long.

"Your thoughts are elsewhere. What are you thinking?" Her words broke into my revelry.

I explained as we dried off, Red even blushed slightly as her own thoughts of that weekend came to her. It was only when she placed her collar once again around her neck that her face became neutral, her eyes now focused on my chest.

"Sleep with Frankie tonight. I have to leave for work early in the morning so I will leave you two in peace. Take her to town and get the things that are required for her fitness regime. Ensure you both work on this before you leave."

At first, Red simply nodded and then she did something that made me stop and look closer at her, she seemed to deflate slightly as though relief had washed across her. My first instinct was to do nothing, but this was Red.

"Explain yourself."

It was plain to see that her first instinct was to deny everything. Her collar made that impossible.

"I saw it in your eyes Master. You wished to take your frustration at this situation out on me. I know this body would have accepted it since it is yours, but your frustration would have been misdirected."

Even Red was unprepared for what I did next. The fact she tensed up when my arms went around her was a sure sign of that. She quickly relaxed into me thankfully and accepted the hug I gave her for all the reason's it was meant.

*******

If there is one thing I have realized as a guy is that we make more noise trying to be quiet than we do when we don't bother trying to be. One of life's oddities I will admit, but also true. Red had already got coffee ready for me when I woke and came and knelt on the bed as I got dressed.

"May I speak?"

Those three words made me instantly stop what I was doing. The fact those three words left Red's lips made me pay extra special attention, sitting on the bed next to her while I did up my tie.

"We talked long into the night. It's also why I didn't wake her for your departure. That is one frightened young lady."

I finally stopped what I was doing and looked at her.

"Even as she talked, my first instinct was to recommend that you throw her back. That she didn't belong. Master there is a steeliness within her, but what that idiot Randy did to her has done more to kill her confidence in this lifestyle than anything. Master she is terrified of failing you."

It was the pause that made me once again look into her eyes.

"Master she simply isn't ready for this. Oh don't get me wrong, she wants it, Shannon was right about Frankie, I will give her that. But Randy got to her first and she's been head-fucked. Admittedly, we only have had the one conversation on this matter, so I just don't know how badly."

After hugging Red and telling her I would think things over, I left for work. I got the usual call from Marci wanting to know when Frankie's seminar would be finished so that she could get her room ready, and no doubt let Melanie Fairfax drop by when she does come home as well. It's a good thing I'm the boss, if I was an employee I would have sent me home, I wasn't worth the wages I paid myself that day.

I had phoned Mrs Gillins and asked her to make herself available later in the afternoon as there were some ideas I needed to put her way and sound her out. With my final meeting finished, Mrs Gillins and I set to work. At first she was skeptical, but the more we both pored over Frankie's resume and college history, the more I got her thinking my way. By the time I left her office she was already getting the paperwork ready for tomorrow and with my car pointed in the right direction, my thoughts once again turned to Frankie.

I spotted them running together along the ridge about a mile from home so I got them fresh cold drinks ready for their return. Frankie was slightly worse for wear but her love of sports all the way through school still stood her in good stead. I couldn't help but smile when they sank a pitcher between them. Sending both off to shower and rest for an hour in my room raised an eyebrow from Red. I'm not sure if she raised both when they got there and I was working in the den.

Hell I had to do something to earn my keep, I was all but useless at work and it was only the meetings and my conversation with the personnel department that kept my mind at least working on what to do with Frankie. The polite cough from the door made me look up from the small stack of paperwork I was slowly getting through. Both the girls were knelt just inside the den.

Red pointed to the clock and said. "Our hours rest is up Master."

We both smiled. Red was never one to be subtle, it just amused me how she still managed to be Red and a slave at the same time. I think that's what drew her to our relationship, yes the rules were there but blind submission wasn't on the list. She understood that Shannon could still be Shannon as well as a submissive. My wife once told me that the clincher for Red was finding out that with us, it was important to give an equal amount of one to be the other.

"Frankie, go to the play room. We will be along in a moment."

With nothing more than a nod of her head she stood and left. I looked at Red, she had something on her mind and I was curios about when she was going to get around to sharing it.

"She asked me how long I was staying."

We both smiled and I asked the inevitable question. "Do you think she is trying to get rid of you?"

Red shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "That thought did cross my mind, but I don't think so." The pause was momentary. "Frankie hasn't seen you naked yet has she?"

The distance between us diminished so quickly even Red winced. "Don't allow the latitude I give you go to your head slave."

She paled, her stare never leaving my chest. I'm sure Red expected more from me; I simply stood once again and told her to follow. As soon as we entered the play room I pointed to a spot and watched out of the corner of my eye as Red knelt at that very spot.

Once again turning to Frankie I said. "Frankie how many lovers have you had since you lost your virginity?"

The tilt of her head as she looked to Red for guidance amused me, all Red did was sit and wait. With no help there, her gaze once again rested on my chest. Mentally I had already counted to six. By the time I got to eight she was looking into my eyes, at ten she had slowly opened her mouth to answer. My hand stopped her and the tears forming in her eyes told me once again that this question wasn't as easy for her to answer as it seemed.

This time I pulled out two items from the drawers behind me and tossed them on the floor in front of Frankie. Telling Red to see that the plug and the ball gag were fitted correctly, I left the play room and headed for my shower. Once again, my back was to the door as I felt it open and quickly close, soaped hands started to massage my back, slowly working there way up either side of my backbone.

"There were three men in my life the first year I lost my virginity."

I was surprised to hear Frankie's voice. Her hands continued to apply soap and then massage it into my body.

"By the second year I had added another five to that total and two women, it was curiosity with the women and I actually enjoyed it."

By now, her hands were working outwards from the middle of my backbone, I continued to use the wall of the shower for support.

"The third year added another seven men to that total and another two women. Up until that point, the men ranged in time from one night of dinner and then sex, to a few months dating them. The women I was more particular with and they were never less than a month and never more than three."

It was then her hands seemed to go on auto pilot, Frankie's mind had wandered.

"My sexual apatite changed dramatically after that year and I liked multiple partners. Preferably mixed partners and I once even pulled a train at one of the frat houses. I wasn't drugged and I did it willingly, it was only afterwards I realized the label that gets attached to people who do that, so I got myself medically checked out and never did it again."

As suddenly as she stopped talking and her hands stopped working on my back, only for her naked form to appear between my arms just as Red did the night before.

"So you see my Master, why I struggled so much with your original question. Did you wish to learn that this slave was a slut until she realized how destructive a path that was for her? Or did my Master wish to know how many partners I had only to be told that I honestly don't know a true answer to that question."

There was a look about Frankie now. Not defiance, but a need to finally bring all of this out in the open perhaps.

"You discussed this with your sister?"

Frankie nodded, her cheeks flushed slightly as she did so.

"You were told to put a ball gag on, where is it?"

For just a second she smiled and cast her eyes once more to my chest.

"Once I told Re.... my sister everything, she took the ball gag from me and told me to come here and tell you. At this moment Master, my sister is wearing it as penance for daring to be too familiar with you. She told me to make you aware that she understands she crossed a line and took your warning to heart, the gag is to remind her to shut up when there is nothing to say."

It was then we both laughed. It was also then that I felt Frankie's hand around the back of my neck, making me look at her.

"Please Master, touch this slaves tits feel this slaves pussy, I would offer this slaves ass but Master has butt plugged it. All that you see my Master owns. This slave stands before you ready to serve. Give this slave a command and watch this slave do it."