Paradise Isle - Faun Pt. 06

The chain was only a couple feet long, and it dangled, coldly down between her breasts.

Alexandrea switched her hold to the chain.

"Like your collar that length of chain is my gift to you. That little leash won't come off. You'll wear it until I decide that you're well enough trained not to run."

She gave it a gentle tug. "I won't use it to secure you to the wall, or the bed. It's just there as another reminder of my control."

She did use the chain to pull Willow into another kiss. And this time Willow made sure to kiss her back, although she was really upset by the chain, as well as the collar. She had never imagined being someone's pet. Not even Liam's.

"But Alexandrea, I'm married. I love Liam and I live with him. I can't stay here and be your lover, or your pet."

When she saw the expression on Alexandrea's face, she got scared. The Witch was not happy. So, she carried on with her protest.

"Alexandrea, I do love you, like a sister, but not as a pet, and the sex was wonderful, but you have Isadora and I have Liam."

Alexandrea's expression softened. "Willow, my dear. I understand, and you need to understand, too.

"I'm not talking about you living here with me and Izzy. You will go back to your man, and live in your house with him. But you will spend a lot of time with me, here or wherever. And when we are together you will be my little sister, my playmate. And we will have good times, and be happy. Clear?"

When Willow, still trying to figure out what it all meant, didn't answer. Alexandrea gave her chain a jerk. "Clear?"

"Yes." Willow replied, but she remained confused and unsure how it would all work out.

She was both fascinated and frightened by the woman. And she did feel something like love for her. But it all seemed so unreal. Of course, what did she know about reality, she was a faun.

"Excellent. And you must know that Izzy is my wife, and my lover, and that's why you're my playmate. I think that's a better description than 'pet', isn't it?"

"Yes." Willow said, but she remained so very confused, that she started crying and Alexandrea pulled her into a hug and consoled her. She also dragged her down to lay back onto the pillows, assuring her that their time together will be fun, and sexy and that in time, she would be a happy little faun playmate.

"And there's another aspect to our arrangement. By now Isadora has control of your husband, just like I have control of you. But to her, Liam is just a play thing. For her happiness, she needs occasional access to a hard cock, and he can provide one. That will keep her and him happy.

But worry not, she doesn't love him like I love you. She'll keep him occupied, so you and I can play.

Willow was again worried. Her relationship with Liam was a strong one; their love was absolute, but whatever arrangement Alexandrea had in mind could certainly put a terrible strain on her marriage. And although she trusted Liam, she wasn't sure about Isadora. After all, she too was a witch...

It was all so overwhelming!

Eventually though, laying in Alexandrea's arms, Willow simply passed out, from the emotional drain, and the alcohol.

Alexandrea continued to hold her and pet her gently, all night long. She felt happy and excited to be the keeper of a real faun princess.

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When Willow woke up, she was surprised to find herself still wrapped in Alexandrea's arms, in her bed. Based on the light sneaking in the windows, it was morning, and she had to admit that she felt nice and warm, and contented.

What's happened to me? She wondered. Have I actually fallen under the spell of a witch? That's too silly to contemplate, but here I am...

Her other discovery was that she had to use the toilette. Her bladder was achingly full.

Carefully, she tried to extricate herself from Alexandrea's hold, but when her chain rattled, her girlfriend woke up, and smiling, grabbed her into a hug and kissed her.

It did feel nice, but Willow had to break it off.

"I'm sorry, but I absolutely have to use the bathroom, else I might have an accident."

"Oh, well, don't let me stop you, then. But hurry back." Alexandrea said, releasing her hold.

As Willow hurriedly climbed out of the bed, her new chain swayed between her breasts. It was cold! And she reached to hold it, and move it away from her bare chest.

"Leave it. Let it sway freely, always," Alexandrea ordered.

Willow, quickly moved her hand away, and hurried to relieve herself.

As she clip-clopped onto the bathroom's tile, she was distressed by the thought of her collar and chain. Having to wear the things always? Is that what Alexandrea expected?

She had a difficult enough time walking around as a faun. Now she would appear to be a captive faun? Someone's pet or slave? And people who saw her would think that Liam was her owner. She didn't like that thought either. At the events, he was her woodsman assistant, or even servant. And on the streets, he was her husband. Not her master.

And that led her to another distasteful notion. Was Alexandrea her Mistress?

After she'd relieved herself, she took a few moments to examine her new collar and its chain. Both were shiny, silver, but not chrome. And both were sturdy and unmistakable.

The collar was snug, and too massive to ever pass for a simple piece of jewelry.

The chain simply hung down from the ring on the collar, between her breasts. And it swung and brushed her chest and belly as she moved. It was constantly annoying not just physically but also by what it represented - being controlled.

She returned to the bedroom, dejectedly.

"What's wrong Willow?" Alexandrea asked, casually.

"The collar and chain, will mark me as a slave. Alexandrea, is it really necessary? You have me. I do love you and I'll happily spend time with you, loving you. Why must I wear this ghastly symbol?"

Alexandrea sighed.

"You may call me Alex, like Izzy does. I won't allow that from anyone else. Only from the girls I love."

That made Willow feel a little better. 'Alex' would be easier, and more intimate.

"As for your collar; it's not ghastly at all. It's an indication of your love and dedication. You should be proud of it, just like you're proud of our bond and love for each other. And, by the way, your love for your husband."

Willow hadn't thought of the hardware in that light. She wasn't certain she accepted the sentiment, but it was worth thinking about. Something for late at night when she was alone...

"Come now, let's get cleaned up and get some breakfast. I'm hungry, and I have some work I must deal with before I can relax."

Alexandrea then led her into the big bathroom and then into the huge shower enclosure. It had two complete stations that sprayed wonderfully warm water from several nozzles.

The two of them washed each other, enjoying the discovery process, and the caresses and kisses that accompanied the intimate activity. Even though they'd slept together and had sex, there was still a lot to learn about each other's bodies. Alexandrea, in particular, seemed fascinated and delighted to study Willow's uniquely modified form.

Working her way from the ground, up, she first spent a lot of time examining and questioning Willow about her hooves. After describing how challenging they had been, initially, and how they remained difficult at times, Willow admitted that she was now very much used to the things.

"They seem to keep you on your toes." Alex said, as a question.

"Yes, well, I suppose it could be worse. There were women on the island in those ballet boots. These aren't that bad."

"Hmm. They could be taller, though. You'd walk more elegantly. And does that clip-clop bother you?"

"Not any more. I've become used to it. It does get louder depending on the surface I'm walking on. And it draws the attention of everyone around me." Willow said, apparently not thrilled by that aspect.

"But isn't that what you wanted? The attention? You must be an exhibitionist."

That comment surprised her. Her idea of an exhibitionist was someone who got sexually aroused by showing off. She didn't think she fell into that category. As Willow, the faun, the attention she drew didn't really make her horny.

But she did enjoy it, as a character actor.

She realized that Alex was waiting for a response.

"I think of myself as a performer, not an exhibitionist in any sexual fetish sense."

"Well, my love, you look sexy as all hell, and I get turned on when I see you. I'm sure everyone does. So, I think you're an exhibitionist."

Next, Alex worked her way up to Willow's crotch and as she ran her hands between her legs, she questioned Willow about sex and other functions in that area.

The more information Willow provided about those aspects of her faun life, the more embarrassed she became. But Alex wouldn't let her avoid the details, until they'd covered all facets of her admittedly bizarre existence.

Alexandrea only paused for a few moments at Willow's breasts. "Nice but small," she muttered. Before she ran her hands up the chain to her collar. "I do love this on you." She again muttered.

Alexandrea spent a lot of time examining and admiring Willow's face and head. "The tattoos are wonderful. They give you a perfect look. And I adore your black nose and reshaped kitty lips." She said smiling happily. And then she kissed those two places, and when the time was right, Willow kissed her back. And that distracted them for quite a while.

Finally, Alex performed a thorough inspection of Willows ears and horns.

"These make such perfect handles. They're actually better than the collar and chain."

"Well, then why don't we dispense with those?" Willow asked, hopefully.

Alexandrea laughed. "Nice try, but no. That's my contribution to your look. And just so you know, I have several others in mind."

"Oh?" Willow said, concerned and curious.

"Nope, they'll be a surprise. You do like surprises, I understand."

She laughed again. "Okay, that's enough. We still have to dry your fur, and I really do need some breakfast. So come on, lets finish up and get out of here."

When Willow's furry legs were almost dry, Alexandrea left her to finish up with the hair dryer so she could go and get dressed.

When Willow came out, she was surprised, to see that all Alexandrea had done was put on another tight corset, stockings and high heels. Was that her normal attire?

"You must love your corsets."

"I do. I think every woman should wear them. They're functional, beautiful and sexy. Don't you think?"

Willow smiled. "Beautiful and sexy, but functional?" she said, skeptically.

"Of course, in several ways. They help our figures, giving us smaller waists and emphasizing our hips and breasts. They improve our posture, while restricting our movements delightfully, making us more feminine. They, coupled with stockings and garters, are about the most erotic garment a woman can wear."

She paused for a moment smiling like an evil witch. It gave Willow a shiver. "And, they make strong women look stronger, and submissive women, more submissive."

Willow wasn't sure about some of her points, but didn't want to argue. Something told her that arguing with Alexandrea, was never a wise move.

Alexandrea then grabbed Willow's chain and led her out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the kitchen.

Willow didn't like being led by her leash at all, but there was little she could do. Again, she knew that protesting or arguing were out. And resisting was pointless. There was really no reason for Alexandrea to even hold the chain. They were both going to the same place, and Willow was doing it voluntarily.

She just walked along as directed, listening to the rhythmic clip-clop of her hooves and the click of her leader's heels on the wooden floor of the hallway. It sounded kind of cool, and somehow significant. Perhaps she actually was just a pet being led by her mistress.

They entered the huge, well-appointed kitchen to find Isadora already there, cooking. She too was wearing only a corset, stockings and high heels. And she looked deliciously cute, from behind.

She heard them come in, and quickly turned to rush over and give her wife a hug and a loving kiss, and then she stepped up to Willow and gave her the same treatment. Willow was surprised, but she liked it, and she kissed Izzy back.

"How was your night?" Alexandrea asked, casually.

"It weas very nice, I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you. And I accomplished everything."

"Good. You deserved a good fuck." Alex said, adding one of her evil-witch sounding laughs, and giving her wife a slap on her bare ass, making her squeal and jump.

"Where's Liam? I thought he was with you?" Willow asked, as Izzy returned to her cooking.

Without turning from the stove, Izzy replied. "Oh, he was, and we had a lovely time, but I sent him home. I told him that you'd be busy with Alex, and that we'd give you a ride home, later."

"So, you don't have to worry about him. Just relax and play with us." Alex added.

Willow wasn't all that pleased. She had hoped to see her husband. She wasn't upset that he'd spent the night with Izzy. After all, she'd spent the night with Alex. But she felt she owed him an explanation. Now more than ever, she felt she needed to explain what she was feeling about Alexandrea. Although she wasn't fully certain that she understood it all, herself.

Alexandrea had her sit at the table while she poured coffee for the three of them, and then they sat while Isadora finished preparing omelets and toast for the three of them.

While they ate, they chatted easily about simple, inconsequential things. Willow complimented them on the lovely home, and they began discussing the relatively small differences between La Jolla and Laguna Beach. Both communities were right on the ocean, expensive and beautiful, populated with wealthy people and full of restaurants and art galleries. They were also often filled by large numbers of day-visitors and tourists.

Alexandrea became interested in Willow's life among the masses. How was she treated? Did she find it difficult to ignore the boors? Had she been attacked, or abused? And so on.

Willow answered each query openly and honestly, and came to realize that her life as a faun, wasn't all that difficult. Boring perhaps. Occasionally trying, but otherwise comfortably fine.

"That's good to hear." Alex commented, while she looked at Izzy speculatively.

That made Isadora nervous and uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything. Willow didn't notice.

They ate in silence for a while, before Alexandrea resumed her questioning.

"Willow, my love, what do you wear when you're out on the town? Dresses or skirts? A kilt, perhaps?"

Self-consciously, Willow answered. "No, nothing other than a leather bikini top. I have to cover my breasts, but my lower half is covered by the fur. Some assume they're just pants. And it does hide my private parts."

"But they're always open and available for fun." Alexandrea said, laughing.

"Yes, Liam likes that aspect."

"I do too," Alex added, laughing again.

Willow blushed. Both of her lovers enjoyed easy access to her pussy.

"I also have a nice, full, cape with a deep hood that I wear when the weather is bad, or when I want to downplay my body. The hood hides my horns pretty well."

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea." Izzy said. "If you want to hide. But why hide? You're so lovely and sexy."

Willow smiled shyly at the compliment. She liked Izzy. For a witch, she seemed fun and friendly.

As they were discussing her clothing and general nakedness, Willow realized that all three of them were topless. There were six boobs on display around the tabletop. And hers were the smallest of the group.

Alexandrea's, were the largest and most beautiful of them all, and Willow realized how much she had enjoyed them, last night. No wonder men loved women's breasts so much. She started getting excited about another session with Alex, and her beautiful breasts, that night. If she was still here, tonight.

When would Alex send her home? Or did she plan on keeping her here. She didn't really like that idea. She missed Liam and her own home a lot. And she needed to somehow explain herself to him.

After breakfast, Alex disappeared into her home office to do some work. Willow had learned that she was a sought-after psychologist, with many high-profile clients. And apparently made a bundle.

Izzy dragged her out to go shopping for things for the house. It was one of the responsibilities she handled as the more traditional wife and homemaker.

So, after she pulled on a pretty, and sexy dress, they headed out to the car and drove to the town's cozy downtown area where they visited first a drug store, then walked a block to a woman's clothing store for several pairs of nylons.

As always Willow drew stares, even more so, it seemed, now that she had her slave collar with its dangling chain.

That thing's swaying and flopping was annoying, and a constant reminder of her new situation.

Isadora drew admiring looks, as she was definitely overdressed, especially for grocery shopping. But she didn't seem to care. Apparently, it was normal for her.

In the boutique, Izzy spent a while looking at pretty dresses and skirts, while Willow just followed along, disinterestedly, like a man might.

When Izzy turned to ask her for an opinion on a nearly transparent blouse, she realized that her companion was indeed bored, even depressed.

"Oh, my. I'm sorry Willow. You don't care about any of this do you?" she said, distressed.

Willow smiled half-heartedly. "I can't wear anything like this, anymore." And she waved her arm at the pretty clothes.

"I'm so sorry." Izzy said and grabbed her, hugging her. "It must be hard for you."

"Well, yes," she admitted, sadly. "Liam helped me box up all of my old things and we put them into a storage locker. No use keeping them around the house."

"Oh, you poor dear. Let's get out of here."

Isadora paid for the stockings, and led Willow out of the store and down the sidewalk toward the grocery. She was moving so quickly that she didn't notice the rapid clip-clop of the faun's hooves, or the swaying and slapping of her collar chain on her body.

Willow did, though. I wonder if I'll have bruises, she thought as she hurried along.

Finally, they entered the town's central grocery store. The place was small but well stocked, and crowded, but Izzy's list was short so it didn't take them long to work their way up and down the aisles and load a small cart.

In one isle they ran into a traffic jam where a pair of mothers, each with a couple of young kids were standing, talking about kindergarten teachers, or some such scandal. The kids all ran up to surround Willow, screaming 'who are you?' and 'what are you?' Willow couldn't help but chuckle. They were cute, or obnoxious, depending on one's mood.

Izzy, laughed. "You're a hit with the little people my princess."

"You're a princess?" one little girl cried excitedly.

Izzy spoke up before Willow could. "Yes, this is Willow, she's a real woodland creature; a faun princess."

The kids all oohed and aahed.

And Willow couldn't help but kneel down and hug each of them, in turn.

By then the mothers had noticed the commotion and a bit uncomfortable with the bizarre woman holding their children, hauled them off, although the kids all protested mightily as they went.

Isadora stood laughing as they disappeared around the corner, but Willow was not so amused. She never really enjoyed the children. She could ignore the adults, but the kids reminded her that although she was a perfect cosplay character, she was also a freak.

She shook off her funk and followed Izzy as she finished her shopping, and they headed out to walk back through town to the car.