Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 41
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 41 - Inspired by the world created in ElSol’s The Master’s Ring, begins my story set 19 years later. The great purge is ending. A new generation is growing towards adulthood. Since ElSol proclaimed he would never finish his masterpiece, I am striving to expand his world with my own science fiction spin(respectfully). This is absolutely not a sequel, just my reimagining of ElSol's world I so enjoyed. Chapter lengths vary widely. This is intended to be a long continuing story. Only posted here on SOL.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Science Fiction Paranormal Incest Mother Son Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow
I was gawking. I had seen her before. Where had I seen her? Oh shit! She was the actress playing Shelly with the gamer tag Mustang67 in the movie The Call Up! I was looking her up on my iPhone. Yeah, I was probably being rude now, but I had to check. Morfydd Clark! She is Morfydd Clark!
I was standing on the deck of the yacht as she arrived. My Siblings, all except Doris Alex, were greeting her as she came off the skiff. I held up my phone and looked at the photos, then at her. Again and again. Maybe she wasn’t. She was more beautiful than Morfydd Clark. Her face was just slightly different. A little better chin, not so pointy. Lips fuller.
“Gwendolen, I presume?” I extended my hand. She pushed it away and hugged me. Dang, she was short, maybe five foot two.
“Z, I’d know you anywhere, after seeing you naked in the dungeon.” She laughed musically. “Were you filming my arrival?”
“No, I thought I had seen you before. I thought you were Morfydd Clark.”
“Yeah, I get that all the time now. I wish that chick would dye her hair blond or something. Cause I’m not changing.”
“You are prettier. Oh, and green eyes. The Stanford guys must relentlessly pursue you.” I smiled. She had light green eyes that were magical with her dark auburn hair. Breasts that were probably a B-cup, voluptuous on her petite body. She was wearing an all white beach cover-up dress, with perhaps a bikini underneath. But maybe not; the yacht crew was carrying two large bags to the bedroom we had arranged for her. She had not packed light for this brief trip. But maybe she was planning on staying.
Gwendolen smiled, “Oh, thank you for that. But not so much, since I’m a lesbian.”
The girls had let us talk until she said that. Molly jumped in when I could not respond right away. “Really, you don’t like guys?”
“I like them just fine, but I have never slept with one. I’m hoping Z will be my first.”
“You sleep with girls?” Molly asked, as I was still tongue-tied.
“Every chance I get!” Gwendolen said enthusiastically.
“Yay!” Hanna and Molly cheered.
“You’re screwing with me, right?” I finally asked. Just then Doris Alex came rushing out, “Sorry, I was on the phone. Nice to meet you, Gwendolen.”
“Doris Alexander! Kneel before your better, slave!”
Doris Alex immediately sank to her knees, bowing her head.
“Holy shit!” gasped Teresa and Lisa in tandem. My five Siblings were all atwitter.
Gwendolen reached down and extended a hand, helping Doris Alex back up. “I’m sorry, sweetie, please forgive me. I just had to try that.”
“What the hell was that?” I asked.
“Just a parlor trick left over from bygone days. I knew Doris Alex was an indoctrinated Bloodline. It should only work the first time. Almost no chance it will work again.” Gwendolen explained, but then turned her head and winked just to me.
Doris Alex’s face had turned red with embarrassment, tinged with anger, jaw clenched. Molly jumped back in, calming Doris Alex by saying, “Gwendolen was just telling us she is a lesbian, so I am sure she will apologize sincerely and deeply later.”
I laughed, “We are still trying to understand if she is joking. But let’s all go to that spacious U-shaped couch room ... whatever they call it. The boat is about to take us to Barbuda for lunch, so it will get windy up here.”
The young women led the way, wearing colorful backless halter dresses today. I laughed to myself, thinking we were dressed for a quirky, casual beach wedding. Gwendolen was the only one dressed in white, and I wore grey shorts and a black long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Gwendolen wanted to use the bathroom along the way, so we were all sitting around the massive couch when Gwendolen walked in. Maggie grinned and said, “Here comes the bride.” As Gwendolen came and sat next to me at the bottom of the U, I wasn’t the only one noticing the wedding vibe.
“Where are we eating lunch in Barbuda?” Teresa asked, trying to restart the conversation.
“Nobu Barbuda on Princess Diana Beach. We have a private Japanese beach barbecue set up for us,” Hanna said and smiled. “Then we’ll have plenty of time to relax in the sun and shade.”
“I have never been to Barbuda; that sounds amazing.” Gwendolen smiled back. “I’ve heard the beaches there are beautiful and unspoiled. How long to get there?”
“I believe we should be on the beach in less than two hours.” I said.
“Soooo ... Gwendolen...” Molly began.
“Please, everyone, please call me Gwen, or whatever you want. Gwendolen is kinda long.”
“Can I call you slave?” Doris Alex asked. She was obviously still miffed by their meeting a few minutes ago.
“Doris Alex, and all of you, please call me slave if you wish. And I will strive to perform as the best possible slave you desire.” Gwen spoke in a soft, melodious voice.
“Apologies, Gwen. I was being snarky.”
“You have every right to be. That was a mean trick I played on you. And I will make it up to you. I am the outsider here. I want to belong, and I will do anything at all to fit in.” Gwen replied.
“Tell us about your lesbian comment, then.” Molly said with a grin.
“Doris Alex’s blow job skills I have heard are legendary ... I have a ... complimentary skill that I would enjoy demonstrating to all my new female friends.” Gwen said.
Doris Alex exhaled sharply. “Oh, fuck, you are serious.”
Gwen winked at Doris Alex. “Whatever it takes for me to be accepted.”
“Oh fuck! Z told you what I said yesterday!” Doris Alex hid her face.
“I did not!” I said.
“Um, what did she say?” asked Gwen.
Doris Alex still uncharacteristically hid her face in embarrassment.
“She said, and I quote, ‘This bitch is going to be eating a lot of pussy tomorrow before I’d give my fucking approval!’ And shamefully, we all agreed.” Lisa said.
“Hey, not all of us,” Maggie said.
“And that was the beginning of us getting into trouble with Z ... painful trouble.” Hanna said while leaning left and touching her right buttock.
“You got spanked?” Gwen asked.
“We got caned!” Hanna said loudly.
Gwen’s pale face turned paler. She turned and looked at me in disapproval. “You used a cane on your Siblings?”
“I did.” I said.
Gwen looked horrified. “Everyone got caned because of me?”
Teresa jumped in, “Oh, no, Gwen. We got caned because we deserved it. For days, we got further and further out of control. Our Brother is so sweet, understanding, and kind. But last night, we got a little drunk and crossed the line. He had no choice but to correct us.”
Gwen quietly asked, “May I see?”
“Of course.” Hanna stood up, turned and lifted the back of her dress.
Surprisingly, the other five stood and did the same. Gwen rose and walked around, bending down and lightly touching the still quite red marks on each Sibling.
“I am so sorry what my coming here has caused.” Gwen whispered.
Doris Alex stood up, turned around and hugged Gwen. “Oh sweety, you are not to blame.”
Gwen’s gaze returned to Hanna, her dress still raised. “This was very good work,” Gwen observed, “Not a trace of anger in these strokes. I am impressed by your Brother’s restraint.”
“Our Brother,” Maggie said. “He should become your Brother too.”
“If Gwen has sex with guys?” Molly mumbled.
“Molly, do you have sex with guys?” Gwen asked.
“Just one guy.”
“Maybe me too, and I just found him?”
“But how long have you had a white ring?” Molly pushed.
“Six years, but our Brothers do not demand sex. They have many willing Siblings. For me, it was always a choice. And I have been extremely busy at Stanford, with a four-year degree, masters and Phd before I turn twenty-five. Claiming to be a lesbian ... just made things easier. If you allow me to have sex with your Brother, I will be hooked quickly, don’t you think?”
I pulled out my iPhone and glanced at it. “Hey all, I have a couple of messages to respond to and calls to make. I am going back to my bedroom, and maybe even close my eyes for a few minutes. Please come get me when we get there.”
“Aww, you need to spend time with Gwen,” said Lisa.
“I’m confident y’all won’t kill each other now. So you need time too. Talk or play. Gwen and I will walk the beach alone after the barbecue.”
I could have stayed, but I sensed they might bond much better without me there. I kicked off my shoes, flopped onto my bed, and responded to a message Larry had left me. He was just whining about not being included in our vacation. I confirmed I’d make it up to him, maybe at Spring Break.
Cleaning up messages, I saw one I had missed. Kenneth from Beaverton had left me one a week ago. His dad suffered a stroke. Kenneth was one of my first friends in Oregon. I’d gone with him and his dad to their cabin in the mountains for a fall bear hunt. Damn it! Some friend I am. I dialed Kenneth’s number.
“Ken! Sorry, I just got your message. What can I do?”
“Hi Z, thanks for calling. There is nothing you can do. But thanks.”
“Ken, please tell me the situation.”
“It was a bad stroke; he has a decent chance of recovering. The next several months are critical; the problem is his insur...”. Ken broke down crying. “Sorry, I have to go.”
“Wait, Ken ... I can help!”
“Z, they are refusing the best treatment that can help him. We don’t have the money. You don’t have that kind of money, and I know your mom is a doctor, but...”
“Ken, listen, I do have that kind of money. Trust me. I know the first few weeks are the best chance for him. We’ll call the hospital within the hour. We will fully fund his recovery. The very best available.”
“I can never repay you.”
“You will never need to. Now, how about your family finances?”
“Dad won’t be able to work for who knows how long. We have the house on the market and will downsize. We are selling the cabin, which will give us some time.”
“Ken, don’t sell the cabin. Your dad and you love that place. Don’t sell the house! You have four younger sisters and a brother. You need that house. Your mom won’t be able to work for a while. Give me your parent’s bank account. I’ll get fifty thousand in it today. And I’ll make sure your family never misses a paycheck.”
Ken was quiet. Stunned. Wondering if this was real. “Crap, Z, how could you possibly do this?”
“A lot came from my dad. I lost him. Save your dad. Just trust me and don’t tell anyone except your mom. I don’t want people to know that I have money. Get your dad healthy so we can go hunting again. And take care of your family.”
After I hung up with Kenneth, I messaged Maggie, ‘Emergency, I need you!’. Maggie came running in, her hair disheveled, and she was naked... “Oh shit, Maggie. I’m sorry.”
I explained the situation with Ken’s dad. She made one five-minute call and told me everything would be in place by noon in Oregon. Back she went to play, and somehow I drifted off to sleep while reading more emails.
“Daddy, we are almost here. Time to get up,” My eyes opened to Teresa leaning down and caressing my cheek.
“Thank you, baby girl, I’ll be right there.” On my feet, I splashed water on my face, brushed my hair, put on shoes, and walked out with Teresa in less than two minutes.
Then I saw Princess Diana Beach. They previously called it Coco Point Beach, but renamed it in honor of the amazing woman who frequented this place. Oh, my god; it was beautiful! Almost two miles of white sand beach, with traces of pink. The same turquoise, crystal-clear water we were getting so used to. We were still moving along the shoreline to the restaurant, Nobu Barbuda, that is on the north end of the beach. An unbroken, empty beach, but for two lonely couples walking hand in hand ... that was it! Unspoiled indeed!
Anchored right offshore, a small boat quickly brought us in. The air had a fresh, salty scent, with gulls and large frigate birds flying overhead. The yacht really was not far behind us. We should have just swum in! We walked barefoot in the warm, clear water below our knees, and then a server ran up and guided us to a private, shaded table right on the sand, well away from the restaurant. This celebrity treatment in paradise was addictive. Why were we going back to Oregon soon?
The Japanese Robota barbecue was new to me and the others ... except Hanna. She urged us to pace ourselves as we were inundated with fresh fruit and sushi. And she was right! The real fun came when the skewers of Wagyu beef, pork, lamb chops, veggies, and fish began coming off the grill next to us. Spicy cooked meat smells filled the air and urged us on.
Hanna had taken charge of preparing this outing, and we raised a glass in praise, embarrassing her, but it was clear she was proud to take the lead. I was making sure everyone got to contribute and taking a load off Maggie.
Gwen sat in the middle of the rectangular table, surrounded by my Siblings, while I sat on the end, observing. They all seemed like old friends. Doris Alex and Gwen joking about swapping oral skills lessons. They talked about ‘when’ they all got back to Eugene, including Gwen ... though she had five more months at Stanford.
Teresa talked about making more changes to the house addition. We’d be expanding further, adding a full second floor, and remodeling rooms close to the master suite so they could easily be converted to rooms for mother and baby, then nurseries. Lisa said we’d never be short of babysitters with a good portion of the sorority living onsite.
As all this talk was going on, I got no questioning looks from any of my Siblings. It was clear they viewed Gwen as a ‘done deal’. I smiled, thinking how my retreat to my room earlier had been wise. Now, if only Gwen and I liked each other.
The restaurant manager told us he would maintain our current table with drinks and snacks if we wanted them, as we were eating an early dinner at this same table again before heading back to Antigua for fireworks.
My Siblings climbed into the small boat back to the yacht for snorkeling gear, leaving Gwen and me alone. The manager came back again and whispered in my ear that they had a private cabana about a half mile down the beach for me and my fiancé. I thanked him and told Gwen what he had said.
“That had to be Hanna again. She is so fun!” Gwen laughed and commented.
I stood up, walked over to Gwen, and said, “We should not disappoint them.”
We strolled hand in hand, Gwen in the white ‘wedding’ dress and me still in my same black shirt that, while comfortable in the shade we left, was getting hot in the sun. I stripped it off, and Gwen leaned into me as we walked.
“It seems you have won them all over?”
“I have a magical tongue,” Gwen said as she stuck her tongue out at me playfully.
“Damn, I would have loved to have seen that!”
“I had to when you abandoned me to your harem.”
“I thought it would go better if I did, and ... they are not my harem!”
“Yes, they are.”
“Hmm, I guess they are ... considering joining them?”
“I am yours, Z, if you want me.”
“Wow, that was fast. No concerns?” We stopped walking and looked into each other’s eyes.
“None, Z.”
“Even after hearing I caned my Siblings?”
“You got me there for a moment, but I was glad they showed me. You impressed me even with that. I fell further in love with you while seeing women’s red buttocks,” she laughed musically.
“As they hopefully told you, I like my women strong, intelligent and free to be themselves. I am reluctant to rein them in. I don’t enjoy punishing. And I wait too long to assert control sometimes, but I stay in control of my emotions and would never injure them.”
“Oh Brother, I know that.” A moment later she said, “You know you must cane me tonight, right? Six strokes.”
“Oh hell no!”
“If they accept me tonight, and you want me, you must. Then I will be officially a member of your harem.”
“Team, Gwen, team!” I thought for a moment. “I believe they have already accepted you. And I am well on my way. But why would you be caned? You were not even there.”
“Z, in my heart, I was there. And I am just like they are. I am going to give you fits sometimes. Give me this.”
We started walking again, in silence for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sand and walking ankles deep in the warm water. We came across a little eight-inch by ten-inch sign sticking out of the sand on a small wooden stake with a big Z and an arrow pointing away from the beach. And there it was. The sign was a nice touch; otherwise, we would have walked right past it. Beach grass and palm trees camouflaged it. I pulled up the sign and took it with us, dropping it in the cabana.
I joked and said it must be the honeymoon cabana. We could do whatever we wanted; no one would see us. Two bottles of champagne on ice and two water bottles sat next to a double chaise lounger. I quipped, “If this was all Hanna, she deserves a raise, and some of the semi-rough sex she loves.”
As we sat down, Gwen nodded, “She craves your attention, Brother. And she deserves it.”
“I know, I need to do much more before she goes on her Brother tour and indoctrination so she comes back to me.”
“She will, no doubt about it.”
“Oh God, you are beautiful.” I said as I looked into those light green eyes, bent in and kissed her lips gently. She deepened the kiss, opening her mouth, waiting for my tongue, then entwining hers with mine. There was magic, the chemistry you never know until that first kiss. We made out like teenagers ... yes, I know, I am one. But it felt like I had never had sex before. I cupped a firm breast, then ran my hand lower ... and hesitated.
“Z, we can’t. You promised your Sibling’s they would get a say.”
“Haven’t they already?”
“No, not yet. We both owe them the respect. I’d be pregnant before we got back to the boat if we did it now,” there was that musical laugh again.
“I know, we’ll wait. At least we know the magic is there. I want you to have our baby.”
Gwen had two tears run down her cheeks. “So do I, Z.”
We cuddled, watched the sea, and talked about everything and anything. She had stayed at the property we purchased a few times before, including last summer, when she experienced the latest version of the dungeon.
“How much did you do?” I asked.
“Gwen laughed, “What you really want to know is if the holodeck dudes fucked me!”
“Well, you said you had never had sex with a guy.”
“And I haven’t. You will be the first, and I hope the last. I plan to be a one-cock woman, Z. But I have used a vibrator ... and the dungeon is not real, more than a vibrator, but not real. The sex is fun, though. So I know how to do shit, and I look forward to doing everything with you, soon.”
I smiled and kissed her. “Thanks for explaining.”
“You know you will have an even bigger, more enhanced version in Oregon?”
“I know, and I know your people are already working underground there.”
“They are your people, too. You are paying them. We need to get the tunneling and cavern rooms completed before there are too many workers on site. The digging is quiet, but not silent.”
“Maggie, Teresa and I are the only ones who know it is going on; we believe. The plans are amazing. We have enough property that the neighbors won’t know, unless someone trespasses and sees hills where there weren’t before.”
“It will be fine. We don’t kill to keep secrets.”
“What do you do?”
“You’ve seen Men in Black?”
“You’re screwing with me ... the Neuralyzer?”
Gwen laughed, “Not exactly, but so much better than the David Feather solution.”
“You are going to have to tell me about the origin of your technologies.”
“Every day, Z, we are getting closer.”
“How will it be for you to be around male Siblings and female Brothers?” I asked.
“It will be an adjustment. I have only known a male dominant society. Nothing against your Brotherhood’s decision. And if we ever completely unify, there is no going back. But a large portion of ours, Brothers and Siblings, would like to stay male-dominant.”
Gwen thought for a moment. “How do you feel about your crested Siblings having sex with male Siblings if they want to?”
I sighed heavily. “That is a difficult one. I don’t get jealous, and I want my crested Siblings to live life to the fullest. Yet, I’m happy they do not want to. It seems unfair to me. I have a ‘harem’ as you call it. And they are limited to me.”
“Do you care if they play in the dungeon?”
“Not at all, as long as they are safe. I understand physically they are, but mentally ... I worry.”
“Yes, depending on how extreme they take it. But you can limit them. And they don’t want anyone but you, so it would be a safe outlet for fantasies.”
“Early on, the twins and Doris Alex were sexual messes. They wanted to fuck all the time. Being gone with one of them meant the other two were in a frenzy. I was convinced to give them an outlet. But thankfully, somehow, they grew out of it.”
“Z, you stabilized them. How did you do it?”
“I believe it was my powers interacting with theirs. Plus, I gave them responsibilities, especially Doris Alex and Maggie. Doris Alex now works for Nate with limited hours. And Maggie is a financial savant.”
“I have heard Nate raves about both of them. Maggie made a lot of money for you and the Brotherhood. So does this mean I may pursue my career and not stay barefoot and pregnant?”
I laughed, “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already know the answer.” I replied.
“Actually, I would, just reluctantly.”
“Hmm, are you having my baby because you want me, or out of obligation to your council?”
“Stop! You are better than that! And, if we are going to do this, pour us some champagne, please.” Said Gwen.
I poured glasses and handed one to her. She took a long sip.
“You know neither one of us would consider having a baby right now without our councils. You asked my mom if it would be a royal wedding. Yes, it will be. If we do this, you own me. Body, heart, and soul till death do us part. I promise never to lie to you. And I will fight for our love, and believe it will grow. Is that enough?”
“I promise the same. And yes, it is enough.”
She had known just what to say. The mood lightened again. We drank the rest of the bottle as we talked about our shared love of science fiction, the other Siblings, Antigua, Oregon, her home in Toronto, Stanford, wormholes, being an only child, pranks, jokes. We drank the second bottle of champagne, made out without me coming. Gwen repeated she wanted all my little swimmers having a chance at victory.
By late afternoon, we were fast friends and new lovers, just waiting for the chance. We walked back to the restaurant like newlyweds. My Siblings waited until we were almost at the table, when Hanna jumped up and said, “How many times did you do it?”
“None,” said Gwen.
“Oh, no! Why not?” asked Molly with a grimace.
“Because we await your blessing.” I said.
“You idiots! You have it, wasn’t that clear?” yelled Doris Alex.
“No, we were waiting for it to be official.” Gwen said.
“Run back down there right now and do it. Or take the skiff to the boat. You have time before dinner, and we can hold dinner and give them a bonus to stay!” urged Maggie.
I looked at Gwen. “Boat?”
“Boat!” she said. And off we ran. The crewman was standing by the skiff and ran us out there in less than two minutes.
We ran to my bedroom; I stripped off my shorts. I was still bare-chested. Gwen slipped off her dress, then her bikini underneath. I stared at her naked body. “How in the world do I deserve this!” I said. Damn, she is so beautiful ... and mine. My groin ached from the constant arousal and lack of release all afternoon. Romance would wait until later tonight.
I pushed Gwen back on the bed, and she immediately spread her legs, her mound and pussy lips prominent. My knees moved between her legs, hand claiming her pussy, fingers roughly pushing between her lips. Two fingers plunged deep. Stroking in and out a few times, I lifted my hand, fingers glistening, “My slave is wet.”
Gwen moaned out, “Your slave is ready to be bred.”
I rubbed her clit with wet fingers, delighted how she bucked her hips, “Take what is yours, take your slave.”
Moving forward, I pressed my cock between her legs as one hand mashed her breast, “Put it in, princess!” She reached down and grabbed my cock. I kept my body above her tiny frame, raised up by a hand on the bed and the other mauling her tit flesh. She rubbed my cock on her clit, then moved it down and I forced myself between her pussy lips. Damn, she was tight. I was pressing forward with slow progress; I backed out of the hard-won inches and forced my cock forward again, repeating over and over until I felt the sweet success of my cock entering deeper and deeper.
Brief concern flashed through my mind. Petite Hanna could not take it all, would Gwen’s body allow my cock full access. But then, I was all the way in. Pulling back, I plunged forward. Gwen grunted as I reclaimed her fully. I raised up higher, brutal handholds on each tit, I slammed my hips forward and back. Again and again, pistoning in and almost out. Her legs wrapped around my hips as she convulsed and screamed. Her vagina clamped down on my cock like a ring. I stayed buried and exploded, pulsing my spend to her cervix, releasing a few hundred million swimmers racing towards the goal.
When I released one breast, there was redness left by my fingers. I released the other and collapsed onto my forearms, trying not to crush the future mother of my child. Staying buried inside her, I bent my head down as she lifted hers to kiss me; she moaned into my mouth.
As I pulled out, Gwen moved to capture my cock in her mouth, licking, sucking, and cleaning my cock and balls. We rose, and she donned her dress as I put on my shorts and a fresh, deep blue shirt.
“Hoping for a boy?” she asked, fingering my shirt. I looked at the color and laughed. “Either would be amazing.
“You know come will be dripping down your legs.” I said, as I noted she had put on only her short white dress.
“Proudly, my love.”
We hustled to dinner on wobbly legs. My Siblings cheered as we exited the skiff and joined them. The server and chef were all smiles. Maggie must have left them a very large tip to keep them happy. The grilled jerk pork ribs and chicken smelled amazing. I was hungry, also devouring two fish tacos along with grilled pineapple and some salad.
We bid farewell to Princess Diana Beach as the sun dipped low on the horizon, turning the yacht’s bow towards Antigua and the fireworks show. One of the crew took more photos for us with a high-end camera Lisa had brought with her. I realized she had taken, and the crew had taken, a boatload of photos that would be precious someday soon.
We took quick showers to wash off the beach and sex from our bodies as my other Siblings cleaned up for the evening too.
Gwen wore an all white backless mini dress. The women hustled her away, and she came back with her long auburn hair piled on top of her head elegantly. The rest of my women were wearing colorful mini dresses in blue, red, silver, black, pink, and green. Okay, they had obviously coordinated to keep the ‘bride’ in white. With the yacht still heading to Antigua, we were back in the U-shaped couch room. I sat in my normal spot at the bottom of the U.
Molly walked in last, strode up to me, and presented me with a box. She opened it and displayed a silver collar, a match to the one Doris Alex now wore. I looked at her in surprise. She grinned and said, “I came prepared. We didn’t know about Gwen at all, but I packed this ... just in case you needed it. And now we have Gwen.”
“Wow, thank you, Molly. I had thought about this, but did not, of course, think we had one here.”
“Respectfully, Brother, we have talked about it. Gwen agrees too that it is necessary. Just as it was necessary with Doris Alex. It will be a reminder that Gwen is our slave. Without it, there is a real danger that she takes over as leader of your Siblings.”
Doris Alex spoke, “She is a fucking rockstar and we love her. This collar will help her find balance within our family as it helped me; otherwise, the ugliness of ranking will slip back in.”
“Thank you, my Siblings.” I turned to Gwen, “Do you freely accept this collar as my slave?”
“I do, my master. I will wear it with pride.”
As I attached the collar around her neck, I told her she could remove it for the next five months at Stanford, but otherwise, she would wear it always. I hugged her tightly.
Maggie stood up and handed me a small box. “One more thing. Gwen brought this with her and asked me to hold it for her just in case we reached this moment.”
She handed it to me, and as I opened it, Gwen asked, “Brother, may I wear your crest for all time?”