Paradise Isle, Dimitry Pt. 03

(TF, Trans, mod, non-con, bdsm, DS, lesbian, slave)

By ChangeYourPassword Slave girl education

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the other parts of Dimitry, first.

The next morning, Jillian, Demi's Mistress, led her two slaves by their leashes on a parade to a restaurant for breakfast. Before they left, though, Jillian had stripped off the bandaging that covered Demi's new tattoos and smeared the area with some medicinal cream, before covering it all back up. It had stung, and Demi had squirmed a bit, but when she looked at herself, the tattoos were clear and the redness and swelling fading.

Her crotch looked exactly like Laney's. Demi remembered being turned on when she first saw her sister slave's markings, but it was different now that she was the one marked as Mistress's slave.

And the nanites were working inside her to make her even sexier - sluttier, even freakish. None of those changes were showing yet. But she thought she could feel them coming. Her tongue and breasts were tingling, as the little robots did their work. Distressed, she imagined how she would look and feel when they were done with her.

Walking down the pathways that wound through the resort's central park, Demi felt like she was living some sort of outlandish dream, or perhaps nightmare.

She had completed her transformation, successfully escaping from her past, but was now a sex slave being led naked on a leash through the insanely sexy resort.

Absolutely bizarre, as well as humiliating and frightening. What next?

Naked, collared and on the leash, she focused on the pathway and her mistress, doing her best to ignore the other guests, who she was certain were staring at her and probably enjoying the view. She'd never imagined walking around nude in public, but here she was, humiliated and on full display.

Breakfast was a simple affair, especially since Mistress had not granted her slaves permission to speak openly and freely while they ate. With Demi and Laney's part of the conversation limited to simple 'yes, Mistress' and 'no, Mistress,' replies to specific questions, they ate quietly and finished quickly.

Jillian had allowed them, as she usually did, to sit at the table rather than kneel like some of the heavily disciplined slaves on the island.

Demi deeply appreciated that kindness. She had no experience at kneeling for lengthy periods of time.

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After their meal, where she and slave Laney listened as their Mistress lectured Demi on proper slave behaviors, they again paraded through the resort, this time on a meandering path to the beach.

There, Mistress Jillian had reserved a small pavilion on the sand, overlooking the beautiful ocean where the water and the sky were almost identically a beautiful blue.

The cabana was shaped like a small bandshell that half-covered a large mattress-like couch with plenty of room for three.

On the cushion they laid down, side-by-side, the two naked slaves, still leashed, on either side of their contented mistress.

Demi was certain they made a beautiful and erotic sight, to the attractive guests walking past along the surf-line.

After resting, and sunning for a while, Jillian ordered her two slave girls to 'stay', while she walked over to the water and went for a swim.

Demi looked over at Laney. "We could just run away. Get out of here. Escape."

Laney looked back at her and chuckled. "You're kidding, right? Where would you go? Back to the room?

"You have no money; your ID and paperwork are locked away in the room's safe. Do you know the combination?"

She shook her head, and laughed before continuing. "And you're naked, collared and wearing a slave's wrist-band. The staff would grab you; remember that slavery is legal here.

Laney rolled over onto her side to face her. "And, you fool. I'm married to our Mistress. I love her and my life, too. I'm not going anywhere."

Laney then reached over and grabbed hold of Demi's leash, giving it a small tug. "Demi, you'd better get used to the idea. You're a slave girl, now. You have no choice in the matter. It's not a bad life. Mistress is a wonderful, loving and very sexual woman. You need to just settle in and enjoy your new world."

Then she released her hold and laid back, closing her eyes, peacefully, leaving slave Demi to figure it out.

Demi didn't get a lot of time to decide anything, as their Mistress returned, damp and happy from her dip in the clear water.

At her approach, Laney jumped up and helped towel-dry her lover before they climbed back onto the big cushion, joining Demi. Jillian leaned over and gave Demi a little kiss. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Next time, you join Laney in taking care of your mistress."

"Oh. Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

"That's alright, you'll learn." Jillian said dismissively as she settled in to rest, with a satisfied sigh.

They all relaxed, tanned, and dozed while they listened to the gentle crash of the waves on the sand in front of them.

At least that part of Demi's day was nice. She still couldn't figure out how she'd become a for-real slave to a beautiful woman.

The three of them spent the rest of the day like that. Mistress ordered drinks and snacks for lunch and they sat cross-legged on the cushion to eat. She even allowed her slaves to talk freely like happy girlfriends enjoying an outing.

The three of them were careful to keep their discussions light and focused on the food, and their environment. Demi found that time fun and enjoyable.

Both Jillian and Laney were friendly, clearly intelligent and fun to talk to, especially when they treated her, more or less, as an equal.

Surprised, she felt happy.

Finally, sunburned and hungry, Mistress called an end to their beach day and took them back to the room. There, first Mistress and then the two slaves showered.

Under the warm spray Laney gave Demi a nice kiss before slithering down to her knees to uncover and closely inspect Demi's new tattoos.

"They look like they're healing nicely," she said. "Now, you're truly a slave girl."

"I guess." Demi mumbled.

"Oh, come on, I told you how much I like my life."

Demi sighed. "It's just so new to me. I never expected anything like this. And now I'm marked like this."

"Don't worry. Here everyone sees, but they all understand. At home, when your dressed, no one will know."

"But they'll see the collar." Demi said, despondently.

"Believe me. Most of the people back there don't understand. They think it's just hunky jewelry, and the ones who do get it. Appreciate it."

"Now come on, let's go out and show you off."

Mistress was definitely pleased by Demi's markings. "They're healed and perfect! You look perfect, my love," she exclaimed happily, as she pulled her new slave into a big hug and kiss. It made Demi feel a little better. She did kiss her Mistress back.

"Now we can really go out to dinner as a proud owner with her two dedicated slave girls. How wonderful is that?"

Laney chuckled, "It is wonderful, Mistress."

Demi hesitated. She didn't feel all that good about it.

"Demi? Isn't it great?" Jillian prompted.

"Yes, Mistress."

Jillian swapped out the in-room chains for a pair of leashes and cheerfully led her two girls out to one of the island's nicest eateries. It was located at one of the other resorts, so they had to take a shuttle over.

The three of them had a bit of trouble climbing into the little bus, the leashes caught and got tangled on the seatbacks. A couple times Demi's collar got painfully yanked, but eventually they got settled. There were a couple of other passengers, who seemed entertained.

The restaurant was located in the main building, just off the lobby and it rivaled some of the nicer restaurants on the mainland.

Some of the guests even dressed for meals there, although the majority continued to just wear their casual beach attire.

Being led in, on a leash, naked, among that crowd was another humiliating experience for Demi. She resisted the urge to look, but she imagined that everyone was reading her new tattoos that confirmed her status as a slave to her Mistress.

After her happy day at the beach, it was an embarrassing and humbling experience.

Of course, their little parade across the floor, past the other diners to their own table caused a stir, and Demi finally couldn't help but glance up and note their reactions. They ranged from amused to aroused, with just a few apparently unimpressed.

At their table, Demi was once again relieved when Jillian instructed her two slaves to be seated.

The hostess who had walked them to the table paused, uncertainly. "Madam, slaves usually kneel beside their owner. Cushions will be provided."

"Is it a requirement?"

"Um, no."

"Well then, tonight I'd like my slaves to sit with me." Jillian said, firmly.

The woman frowned, but nodded, "yes, miss, as you wish," she said as she turned and walked away.

Demi was surprised and relieved. So, as a slave she was supposed to kneel next to her mistress, when out in public? Really?

Damn!

Jillian ordered dinner for all three of them, slaves don't get to choose. She also selected a nice bottle of wine for them to share. Demi needed that. She really wanted vodka, a lot of vodka, but that was not to be. Probably never again. Of course, her vodka drinking had caused all her troubles, so perhaps that was a good thing.

The food was, as expected, excellent but the conversation stunted. Jillian hadn't given them permission to speak. She was the only one at the table who could initiate any conversation and even when she prompted one of her girls for an opinion. Their answers were limited to 'yes, Mistress' or 'no, Mistress.' Boring!

Demi didn't feel like talking anyway. She spent much of her time glancing surreptitiously at the people around her.

It was clear that they were, for the most part, fascinated by the three women at the adjacent table. How could they not be? A beautiful woman with two pretty girls, naked, collared and on leashes.

Seated as they were, their tattoos weren't visible, but she was certain that those people had seen them when they came in.

They did enjoy the food and drink, and the overall atmosphere of the place was nice, and relaxing.

A couple of times their meal was interrupted by admirers.

One woman stopped by to simply compliment Jillian. "You're so lucky. I'm jealous. Your two slaves are gorgeous and I love their markings," she said after she'd exchanged initial greetings with the mistress.

"Thank you. I'm happy with them."

The visitor then turned to Demi. "And you, young lady. Your tattoo looked fresh. Are you a new slave? Just purchased, perhaps?"

Demi looked at Jillian, who nodded. "Answer the nice lady, Demi."

Demi took a moment to figure out what to say. How do you answer a question like that? "Yes, Miss, I'm a new slave. And I wasn't bought."

"Oh, so you volunteered. How nice. Congratulations. It's great to see a girl who knows who she is."

"Thank you, Miss." Demi wasn't about to correct the assumption that she had actually volunteered to be a sex slave.

The woman again complimented Mistress, before she wandered off.

Another visitor, this time a man, interrupted them while they were finishing up.

"Hello, Mistress. I just have to ask, as you have two lovely slave girls, would you consider selling one? I'll meet any reasonable price. They both look lovely, I'll take either."

Demi was shocked. The guy was acting as if he was looking for a puppy.

Jillian shook her head. "No, they're not for sale."

"Could I rent one, then. For the week, perhaps."

Jillian shook her head, exasperated. "No, and they're not interested in men."

"Why would that matter?" he said with a chuckle.

"Good night." Mistress said, clearly ending the conversation.

The guy got the message, shrugged, and walked away.

"Asshole," Jillian muttered as she drank her last sip of wine.

After their meal, they relocated to a table in the bar for drinks. And then, as they sipped at their drinks, Mistress gave them permission to talk freely. Demi was able to loosen up as the three of them chatted and drank.

"How do your breasts feel? They look like they're a bit larger." Mistress asked at one point.

"They do seem larger, Mistress."

"Excellent."

"Your nips look bigger, and firmer, too." Laney said, with a playful smile and a giggle.

Demi couldn't help but look down to see. Her nipples did appear bigger. They stood out much more, than before, too. 'Great', she thought sarcastically.

Realizing what she was doing, she blushed and looked up at the other two. "Before you ask, I don't feel my tongue changing. At least not yet."

"Oh, too bad. I'm really looking forward to feeling that." Mistress said with a laugh.

"Me too." Laney added., also laughing.

Demi blushed again. That was the change she was most worried about. She remembered that it would be difficult to deal with and affect her speech, too. Shit!

After only the one drink, Mistress decided it was time to head home.

The bus dropped them off at the fet resort, just ten minutes later.

Their walk back to the room was uneventful. Demi was getting better at following on leash behind her mistress and next to her sister. She didn't really see that as a good thing.

At least the sunset had been beautiful.

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Back in the suite and secured to her long chain, Demi settled into the bed next to her Mistress. Laney joined them, on the other side of the mattress.

Like the previous night the sex was one-sided. The two slave girls focused all their attention on pleasing their Mistress, as happy slave girls should.

A couple of times Laney had to nudge Demi into some position or action that would better satisfy Jillian's needs. And several other times, Jillian herself gave her new slave instructions on how to provide more pleasure.

By night's end, Mistress was very happy, while Demi in particular, was frustrated and horny.

While the two slaves shared the bathroom to clean-up and prepare for bed, Demi whispered. "What about us?"

"Be patient. Take care of Jillian. We'll get our turn."

Demi sighed. When? she wondered.

Demi did sleep better that night; she was exhausted from her first full day as a slave girl. She did wake up once, well after midnight. She was thirsty and needed to use the toilette. Carefully, trying not to wake her Mistress, she climbed out of bed and, holding her cursed chain, to keep it from rattling, she slid into the bathroom.

Unable to close the door, because of that damn tether she shut it as much as she could and relied on the night-light to complete her task.

She was relieved when she succeeded in returning to the bed without any sign that she'd disturbed either Jillian or Laney.

Snuggled back in, she spent only a few minutes marveling at her situation. 'How did this happen?' she wondered for the hundredth time. Unable to answer that question, she then asked herself, 'is it all that bad?'

And she didn't have a definitive answer for that question either. She was, after all, lying in bed with two beautiful women. That seemed like a dream come true.

Stumped, she passed out once more.

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Over the next couple of days, Demi's body changed thanks to the new set of nanites, and she learned more and more about her role as a sex slave in Mistress' little household.

She wasn't sure which was worse. The new set of body modifications or the sex slave lifestyle.

Her breasts grew fuller and became heavier and much more prominent. When she looked in the mirror, and allowed herself to think like the man she once was, she loved them. But when she walked around and they pulled on her chest, she wasn't so sure...

E-cup breasts were indeed, enormous.

Her nipples were even more attention grabbing. They were huge, especially with the large, glittering rings near their base. She could only imagine how they'd tent her clothes, if she was ever allowed to wear any. And when she touched them, they felt awfully sensitive. Lightly pinching her nips, sent electric chills around her chest, and down toward her pussy.

Her tongue was by far the most annoying enhancement. She did indeed bite it often. And she found that unless she paid attention, it sometimes actually wound up hanging outside her mouth, like a dog's! That was terribly humiliating. Especially when she drooled in the bed or down onto her boobs.

It wasn't just longer either, it seemed rounder and thicker, too. And when she tested, she found that when she stuck it all the way out, she could touch the tip of her nose, or the bottom of her chin with the thing.

Of course, her Mistress loved it. When they kissed, Jillian sucked it into her mouth as if she was sucking on a popsicle, and when she had her slave Demi, push it into her pussy, Mistress actually called it 'her little cock'.

Demi hated the idea that her tongue was a substitute penis.

Although she didn't get to speak often, when she did, it mostly came out as a mumble, with a lisp, as she tried to form her words. The thing was frustrating, unwieldy and embarrassing. And part of her, now and forever.

On those rare occasions when she was alone, she worked at practicing her speech, trying to hurry along the training process. Damn, it was humiliating!

Beyond having to deal with her new physical modifications, slave Demi had to learn Mistress' rules for slave girls, and most importantly, what she liked and disliked, particularly in bed.

With those things, Laney was a huge help, and a great comfort as well. The girl supported her immensely, and usually, graciously.

Despite Laney's initial assertiveness and threats, they become friends. After all, they spent all of their time together, serving their Mistress.

And those nights in her Mistress' bed, as a slave girl, Demi didn't get to enjoy the wonderful female orgasms she had only sampled in those earlier days. Both of Jillian's slaves were required to dedicate all their energies toward satisfying her needs. And no effort was spent on their own.

Demi did enjoy the kissing and fondling with both Jillian and Laney. And she didn't mind doing her best to please her Mistress, working with her sister slave to give Mistress multiple orgasms. But she missed out on the personal pleasure of an orgasm of her own. That was a terrible disappointment.

Laney didn't get one either, but she didn't seem to mind.

Also, during those sessions, Demi learned more and more about how to please a woman, as a woman. That was eye opening. Dimitry, like most men, apparently didn't have a clue.

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Just like Laney, Demi was always naked and always tethered.

In the room, on the long chain, she was allowed to handle the links to keep it out of the way. But on the short leash, held by Mistress, she was never allowed to even touch it.

And while on that leash, she was expected to keep her hands clasped behind her back. It prevented her from covering herself, or protecting herself. That requirement made her feel even more vulnerable, not only was she naked, she was completely exposed.

It was also made clear to her that she was never to defend herself form anyone who wanted to touch her, manhandle her or cop a feel. For protection against that abuse, she had to rely on her Mistress. If Jillian wanted to prevent that mistreatment, or stop it, she would. Otherwise, a well-behaved slave girl was expected to allow and even enjoy the attention, unwanted, though it may be.