Lesbian Slave Island Ch. 02

Next Sassa went to the kitchen to get lemonade; Helen looked into my eyes and asked whether I was having fun.

"I'm the most excited I've ever been." She could tell I wanted to say more but was hesitating, so she gave me that encouraging smile I love.

"A question, and something embarrassing," I blushed. Helen looked into my eyes and held still; "No secrets between us - tell all...ask anything. Don't worry. You're safe in all ways."

I could feel muscles relaxing, especially in my shoulders, even though I had not noticed tension there.

I forced myself to not be shy, returning her gaze as I spoke:

"Is it really totally fine to play with your sister, and..." I gulped, paused..."and shall we, can we, live out my fantasy tonight?"

Without hesitation, Helen answered in a clear voice that Sassa surely must have heard from the kitchen: "Yes and yes. Sassa needs to be distracted from boys. You need to experience your dream for real. Therefore, my slave girl," my eyes widened and I felt "crinkly" down below, "I take you as my property. You are to obey my every whim, you must obey me, and I order you to turn Sassa on so she forgets about these boys she's been hanging with who are not good for her. Keep her totally preoccupied with you. And keep me turned on too, my love slave."

"Yes mistress, my owner." I had only called her those titles once during lovemaking, after admitting how the concept of her owning me aroused me so incredibly. That night I had told her more than anyone else that it was my fantasy to try being truly owned, actually slave property for a time period (provided I knew it was not for life - real slave ownership was abhorrent to me, but between responsible lovers if all conditions and safe word could used, a limited time period seemed OK to me).

Helen nodded while she held my eyes with hers. "So, my slave girl, this is it! You're mine!" Helen kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced, thrust and sucked. I felt her clothed chest against my bare right breast, and her hand on my naked left side. My heart was pounding madly and my loins were wet.

She pulled back to breathe, "that contract idea of yours is a good one. We'll write it out and sign with Sassa as witness. We can write out the details, such as for how long I own your pretty ass, what limits there are, so on."

"Oh my owner, I love you. Thank you." I puckered my lips to kiss and she brought her head down for another session of passionate tongue dancing.

After a while, we noticed Sassa was hesitating to come in. Catching her breath, Helen waved her in and said it's OK, and that we need to start on the "contract" so we all know what's OK and this is real in our minds. Helen explained the contract idea and how it would make me seem to become really a sex slave, how we really want this and it's OK because we know what we are doing. Sassa was fascinated. I was uncuffed and soon we were sipping lemonade at the kitchen table, movie forgotten but still making background noise from the other room. I was still naked and the sisters dressed, but I was free to create and reject any ideas for the contract. Of course, since I loved sitting there with my naked chest exposed above the table top, and my moisture seeping onto the paper towel on my chair, I was inspired to go for it, i.e. to be generous in the contract language.

Helen had the brilliant idea to have me hand write it. Helen and Sassa were impressed that I actually composed the opening line myself: "I willingly and enthusiastically submit to Helen as her total slave property. The only limitations to her total ownership rights are as listed herein." I had boldly chosen to start the "contract" by requiring any limits to be spelled out, rather than list what was allowed. Result: anything not thought of would be allowed. "You really want this, don't you?" asked Sassa in her musical voice, enhanced by her fascination and excitement, and as she later shared, also enhanced by her great and deep attraction to me personally and admiration for my lithe, lean, fit naked body. I blushed but said confidently, "Yes." I started bullet points of not allowed items: no males, no bleeding, no permanent scars, no alcohol though limited glasses of wine OK, absolutely no drugs by anyone, and contract terminates when there is no longer any love or caring. Safety first, always. Exercise, nutrition and health second top priority. I looked at Helen and Sassa both in the eyes to say I am trusting them and their loving judgment, so I'm trying to keep limits low - I want this to fulfill my dreams so I want to feel it is real, and for Helen to feel she really owns a slave girl, as if we were in ancient Rome when it was the legal. I also mentioned smilingly that I would not do this at all if it weren't for the safety and loving I feel from them.

"So, questions I have to start are: for how long, and where shall we do this, and what rights does Sassa have over me?"

Sassa turned to her sister. "Helen, can we put it in the contract that I also own her, after you - I mean, like family property, I would be second owner after you. You can do whatever you want, but I have second property rights, and I can't do anything with her you don't want me to, but if for example she and I were alone." Suddenly Sassa blushed, realizing she was admitting she wanted me as her slave girl too. Helen smiled at both of us, pleased and nodding. "Absolutely, Sassa! That should be in the contract to be clear. Right Lisa?" I paused and looked at Sassa and somehow felt my fantasies would be only more fulfilled and real and thorough with Sassa fully involved. I was simultaneously afraid and thrilled - knowing I wanted to be so thoroughly a submissive sensual fully used total slave girl to both of them. My voice quaked as I said "yes, very much so," to share my full agreement and submission.

And you know, a real contract has to have exchange...at least $1." I remembered.

They looked at each other, and Sassa quickly said the contract should be for the whole summer at least! I nodded, blushing, "Yes, at least..." looking at Helen. Helen grinned. "OK, write this contract shall be in force until noon of Labor Day this year, at which time the contract can be renewed if both parties agree. Also write that for the first term of the contract, the slave shall be paid..." Sassa's brows furrowed prettily as she nudged her older sister.

"You have to cover her for her time, after all, you just got access to your fund."

Helen glanced at me, seemingly embarrassed.

Sassa looked at me. "You do know Helen got half her trust fund freed on her birthday, don't you? And that we're kind rich?"

I smiled at Helen, both glad for her and strangely simultaneously annoyed and touched that she withheld about her trust fund - maybe she wanted to be sure I loved her for herself. I knew she was well off, but rich? "How rich?" I asked softly.

Sassa jumped in again: "Yeah, she's rich now, and I will be too when I turn 25!" she exclaimed in her boisterous open way. I always marveled at how siblings turn out differently in personality.

"OK," hastened Helen, $5000 at the end of this summer, of course all expenses paid, and IF she renews on Labor Day for another 365 days, she shall be paid $20,000 at the end of that year, and of course all room and board, no living expenses. And no clothes needed, naturally" she winked, glancing at my exposed breasts.

I looked at Helen in surprise: $25,000 total?"

Sassa said we can do better than that. Helen looked at her in surprise, "That's a lot of money, and Lisa will have $25,000 in savings, and even more if she stays my slave, say, for 5 years - then she'll have $105,000 at age 28, more than many people have at 40. Also, all those living expenses paid, and we'll have to find someplace outdoor and private too, and maybe put off our careers so we can enjoy this."

I smiled at Helen. "5 years?" Helen nodded beaming, "Wouldn't it be wonderful?" I could only smile, touched by this long term commitment, something we had not really talked about.

Then Helen almost shyly added, "Imagine being my love slave for ten years, or longer?! And at the end of any term, if you ever want to stop being owned, you'll be super fit. Maybe you'll even want to get into the fitness industry."

Sassa added, "Then you'd have $205,000 and investment earnings. But let's not think too far ahead. Still summer first, then annual or six-month renewals."

After a silence as we pondered this, I realized I wanted to go for this. "Tell you what: I'll have hardly any limits at all, which is my dream anyway, if we can do this most of the time in a private outdoorsy place with good weather year-round, and for the summer it's $10,000 and then $30,000 annually."

"Ah, a negotiator!" Helen smiled into my eyes. "You know, this is quite a commitment, and getting expensive. But I want this too."

"And so do I!" exclaimed Sassa. "I'll chip in. 40%. I'll pay what I owe when I get my fund."

Helen smiled, "How about $10,000 for the summer and $25,000 annually, and with chances to earn bonuses?"

Bonuses sounded interesting, and kinky.

We all agreed to this, with the six-month renewals. My hand trembled slightly as I wrote these amounts out. Just thinking of doing this all summer was arousing enough but to do it for longer!

"You know, getting paid makes this seem real somehow. I definitely will have to perform and obey." We all looked at one another. Helen added, "you'll really be the totally sensual slave girl you dreamed about. And I think we'll be closer than ever."

I nodded. "This will remove barriers between us. Direct openness." Helen nodded seriously.

Sassa added it would be cool if we could all go somewhere very private for the summer, so the slave could be enjoyed outdoors all the time. "Like an island?" I asked. "Yes!" Sassa grinned excitedly, "that would be great! A warm tropical island." I was getting so aroused, I was trying hard to think how I might regret not putting in any more limits.

"If this goes on past this summer, there's also the vacation cottage, when other family are not there'" said Sassa. Helen nodded.

Sassa laughed a little, explaining her laugh to us by pointing to the phrase "slave to the female members of the family" I had earlier included in this section and mentioning that they have two other sisters, and who knows, maybe their female cousins and even their mother might get into this. Helen waved her hand to show she doubted this. Secretly I was both afraid and excited by this possibility. "What about friends?" asked Sassa. I looked at Helen, who returned my stare with a quizzical expression. "OK if they see you naked and tied up?" I paused..."Do you have any trustworthy secret-keeping lesbian or bi friends?" I asked. Helen shrugged her shoulders - "Shall we leave that out? Hmmm, maybe can you trust my judgment on that?" asked Helen. Looking at her, and being so aroused, I nodded, smiling in warmth to show I trusted her. That is, trusted her to both keep me safe and make my exhibitionist submissive humiliating sensual total slave girl fantasy as exciting as is safely possible...I wondered whether to share that inner thought, and decided this was my chance to live this out, so I said that out loud.

"Wow" said Sassa. Helen nodded. "Seems like a lot of responsibility for me!" smiled Helen. Sassa jumped in, "Oh, I'll be very glad to help you with that, sis" as she looked at my naked breasts. We laughed at that and the mood became enthusiastic.

"So, what exactly are your fantasies, Lisa?" asked Sassa. "We want to not only enjoy you, but also make sure you're so dripping wet all the time you'll never want it to end." We laughed again. Sassa leaned over, looked, then touched...I jumped! "As soaked as you are now..." All eyes sparkled...

"Wellll, where do I start? These fantasies all seem to flow from the concept that I am free of my inhibitions by being powerless, though able to influence, and also made to keep submitting to deeper and deeper levels. And displayed, super fit, super naked - so no body hair or clothes allowed, exercised very very much, perfect vegan nutrition and amount of calories to keep me lean and hot."

Helen smiled, blushing herself as she raised the question, even though only some were her fantasies of what to do with her slave girl, and most were mine: "Lisa, what about specific fantasies, like the stool and the chariot fantasies you told me?"

I blushed indeed then, looking down, next glancing at Sassa, wondering what she would think.

"The more I tell you two, the more you'll realize how much I want to be really in these types of situations, and the more you'll feel free to do these to me...and think up even more like them." I whispered, blushing and looking down at the my hands. After a silence, they both said they want to help me fulfill my dreams and fantasies to the fullest, and though they too will love it, they know it's for everyone to enjoy, and will behave responsibly, and it means some work for them too. They too are excited by these fantasies, and telling them everything will be safe for me.

"That's wonderful," I smiled. I do feel safe with you, and also excited." I wondered whether they noticed my hands trembling a little. "What I meant is that, would you think me perverted if I told you all my dreams, and if you knew the depth of my fantasies, I am somewhat scared that you will know what I crave in my deep dreams and actually make me live this out."

"First," firmly stated Helen, "nothing you can tell me would make me think you're perverted - after all, we want to enjoy you as a sex slave, and that would make us perverted too. Forget that word, it doesn't apply, because we understand these are expressions of your wonderful fantastic sexuality and superb imagination." Sassa nodded vigorously, "This is all only wonderful and beautiful. You are giving us erotic bliss, and we are giving it to you too." Helen smiled at her younger sister. "Nicely said, Sassa."

"As for the second, are you saying you are afraid to go through with this?"

"Ummm, no, not with you. What I mean is..I guess...when I fantasize about certain situations, I just about lose my mind with lust. If you do these types of things with me, though with love and admiration at the same time, I feel I will want to truly submit myself utterly while at the same time your imaginations will cook up more and you will feel uninhibited yourselves to do a lot as you realize how much I love it deep down, even when sometimes it will be hard for me. Even though you would be ordering me, you would still be polite, right?"

Helen and Sassa silently nodded. "We are good people, just erotic. Like you."

Sassa softly asked, "Please tell some of your fantasies now."

"Right now, it would make me hotter to simply kneel and kiss and lick your hands and feet. It would make me feel humiliated, but somehow oh so wet. That you are taking control of your property. A way to start. Even though I am humiliated to admit and do this."

"Do it," urged Sassa with excited eyes, "on your knees here, lick my fingers."

"Oh, this is so embarrassing" I moaned as I felt myself in a daze sliding off the chair to the floor. I was glad for the moment that Helen did not have a clear view as if in a dream I blushed and kneeled and began kissing her sister's lovely raised hand. Soon I was sucking her fingers. At first I did not know what to do with my hands, but then I held my naked firm thighs, and remembering my dream of being exposed, I spread my knees wide. I could sense Sassa's gaze upon my hairless, moist open loins.

"Now my feet..."

I whimpered in humiliation partly because I was doing this before even signing the "contract."

I wanted to masturbate intensely but held back, realizing this might be the most challenging part of fulfilling my fantasies; as a fantasy, I could always relieve my awakened needs. As living the fantasy, I would be denied this freedom and be ever more in lust. This thought made me feel even more between my legs.

"This is fun and sensual," said Sassa with a breathless aroused hint to her voice.

Helen took my chair and so sat also quite close, but behind me.

"My turn, slave girl," smiled Helen. I turned to see her hand held out. I smiled with love at her and began licking, then sucking. Our eyes met, and held.

"My owner, may I speak?" I asked, holding her gaze.

"Yes, slave girl."

"This will really happen, won't it? And you will take me as your slave property, to care for and fully use?"

"Yes, I will. Become my love slave."

"Yes, my owner!" my voice quavered as I continued to meet her gaze. This was incredible. I lowered my face to her feet and shamefully sucked and licked.

Sassa sighed, "this is so beautiful, and hot!'

Helen added, "And you will obey Sassa too, second only to me. She also owns you, but I am first owner."

Without being asked, I knew what to do. I began licking and sucking her feet and saying "Yes, you are my owners. Take me, and take care of me. I give my love and body and sensuality to you. My duty is your arousal and sensual needs."

"Sit up on my lap and finish the contract, lovely slave," breathed Helen.

I sat on her lap, and Sassa told me to sit with legs on either side of Helen's. So there I perched high, legs splayed wide, my almost steaming sexual center wide open.

"You look delicious," said Sassa musically as she stared right at my most intimate parts, displayed for her viewing pleasure and my simultaneous arousal and humiliation.

"What other limits?" asked Helen.

"I want to trust you, but..."

I wrote some things like no calling me a swear word, but they could use such words otherwise. And that the laws of the land still applied for my safety. Nothing where I would be arrested. The principles were my being exposed and sensual and loved and admired and aroused and my fantasies created in reality.

I stopped writing limits and thanked them for making this possible, and though I was scared, I was also thrilled and felt more alive than ever, and thanked them in advance for fulfilling my fantasies. They thanked me for fulfilling their new ones.

We each signed, feeling the importance of the moment.

I was told to sit with knees extremely wide, up on the stool, facing them, and to open up about more of my fantasies...(to be continued)