Chapter 10

The three of us sat in the shade by the hut and talked.

The clothed Brittany was too preoccupied to acknowledge our nakedness. Evidently things had gone from bad to worse with the older Kimberly. The two sisters had had no fishing success and the only real food besides coconuts over the past several days had been a dead sea turtle they attempted to cut up and cook.

"Oh it was SO bad!" Brittany exclaimed with a teenager's manner of over emphasizing complete disgust. "We had to cut away what the seagulls had eaten!" The two girls giggled. I assumed the sisters were at least not starving.

Brittany commented on Jennifer's neck collar. Jennifer lifted her chin and turned her head back and forth to give her a full display. She had come to accept it and the collar looked natural on her as the sole adornment to her nakedness.

"Jennifer," I said, "show Brittany your leash."

She gave me a quick look then jumped up and ran to the nearby palm to fetch the shiny chain. She handed it to me and I motioned for her to bend over. I brushed her hair aside and clipped the leash to her collar. Jennifer stood up and looked at her friend sheepishly.

"This is what all proper slave girls wear," I said smiling at Brittany. I tugged the leash and Jennifer responded by sinking to her knees beside me. Brittany stared at her young friend then looked at me. She looked down at the sand and moved her feet back and forth to make a small pile.

"I came here to ask to stay with you too," she said staring downward. She blushed. She looked up at me. "Kimberly is such a bitch, I can't take it anymore! I miss you guys."

I gave her an understanding smile.

"You know the rules Brittany," I said simply.

Blushing again Brittany replied, "I will do whatever you want... Please?"

I let a moment pass.

"Well, slave girls need to be naked for starters," I said. "And you can throw your underwear in the fire. We will use the rest for rags." I motioned toward the slightly smoldering rock-rimmed pit.

I assumed by the determined way the teenager stood up, went to the fire, stripped and discarded her apparel that this decision had been previously made. Nude, she came back to kneel next to her friend who put her arm around her.

"We will have so much fun," Jennifer giggled.

I reached over and unfastened Jennifer's leash.

"Go get that other collar," I told her. Jennifer jumped up and ran into the hut to emerge with an inch-wide length of woven colored wire almost like her own.

Brittany turned to me and asked, "How did you know?"

"A good Master can always tell," I ad-libbed. "Now crawl to me."

Looking at me with her delightfully innocent expression she leaned forward and obeyed. She crawled between my spread legs and looked up at me with those big blue eyes. I fastened the collar by interweaving the wire and within minutes the loose collar was hers permanently

"Sit back," I ordered. She knelt before me. She ran a finger up to the unaccustomed weight feeling the large attached metal washer.

"How's it look, Jen?" she asked, looking at her friend anxiously. "Kimberly will have a such a major fit when she sees this!"

I reached up and clipped the leash to my new slave. She looked delightfully self-conscious as she blushed under my scrutiny.

"Speak of the devil... here comes Kimberly," I said looking down the beach at an approaching storm.