Chapter 25

"Fool me once, shame on - shame on you. Fool me - you can't get fooled again."
- G. Bush

On the way back from the park, Lori was still having trouble comprehending everything that Vicky had told her. It seemed as if she had never really known her friend.

"I can't believe I never knew Vicky was such a geek," Lori said.

I frowned slightly and said, "Maybe she didn't want to be labeled a geek. Sure, she might take her interests to the extreme, but calling her a geek might be a tad too much."

"Chad, she quoted Monty Python!"

"So? I did too. Does that automatically make me a geek?" I asked.

Lori did not answer right away, so I tried again. "Does that make me a geek, Slave?" I asked, making sure to keep my Master persona out of my voice.

Lori picked up my tone and chuckled. "No, you're just a freak. You memorize just about everything you see, so I wasn't surprised that you could recite Monty Python."

"Seriously, though. Vicky was uncomfortable with others knowing about her interests. Sounds like Druce and her had something in common, but her fear of being 'discovered' broke their relationship."

"If she is so afraid of other people knowing about her, why did she tell us?" pondered Lori.

I shrugged and replied, "Well, I guess after she read the journal, she realized she was not the only one with a hidden life. Maybe she felt safe telling us because she knew that we would not tell anybody else."

"You think she'll not tell anyone?" Lori asked.

"Yeah, I think so. We both know something about the other that we don't want others to know. Actually, I am kinda relieved that one of your friends knows about it."

"Why?"

"Well," I answered, "you now have somebody to confide in, unless you and Vicky weren't that close to begin with."

"Before today, I would have counted her as one of my closest friends, but the person I saw at the park was a different person."

"Then you should consider yourself lucky. I am guessing that she does not show that side of her to many people. Lori, I think everybody has two sides: one that they show to the masses, and the other they show to a select few. Vicky stumbled upon your private side, and instead of making fun of you or telling others, she accepted it. She then invited you to see her private side."

Lori thought about this as we pulled into the driveway. When she shut off the ignition, she did not move to get out, so neither did I. It was a minute after we had stopped before she asked, "Do you think I should invite her over to meet Slave?"

I thought about her question for a moment before I asked, "Tell me, would you have fun if she invited you to a Star Trek convention?"

Thinking that I was going to give her a yes or no answer, my question threw Lori. She had to think for a few seconds before replying, "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, I would be with my friend, but that is a whole different world."

"Exactly, it is a different world. So is BDSM. There are some who are attracted to some of the aspects of it, but then there are others who find any little thing about it repulsive. I think you need to talk with Vicky more to find out if she would want to meet Slave or not. One thing to remember: Vicky did admit that she found your journal quite enjoyable."

Lori nodded and got out of the car. I got out and followed her to the door. She was about to open the door when I stopped her. "Lori, when we go inside, I want you to become Slave. She will remove her clothes in the foyer and go into the living room. She will then assume first position in front of the coffee table. Any questions?"

Lori's expression lit up and asked, "How long do you think I will be Slave?"

I grinned and said, "That's for me to know and for you to find out." I then thought about her question more and asked, "Why? Is there something that you need to do?"

Lori shook her head vehemently, but her brow furrowed slightly, so I frowned. Seeing my reaction, she said, "Well, truth is that, with finals coming up, I was wanting to do some studying tonight."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind. Hmm, so when you shook your head just now, you were not being honest with me. So, not only do I need to punish you for not writing in your journal and not maintaining secrecy, I have to punish you for that."

Lori looked surprised, then quickly pointed out, "Hey, rule six isn't highlighted, and you're not my master right now."

I grinned at her. "Just testing you. You ready?"

Lori took in a deep breath and nodded. As soon as she passed through the doorway, she was no longer Lori, but Slave. Slave quickly unbuttoned the sundress she was wearing and let it fall to the ground. I had known that she had not been wearing a bra -- the sundress' material had made it quite clear she was not wearing that particular undergarment -- but I was surprised to see that she was also sans panties. Slave saw my reaction and smiled contently with the knowledge that I was pleased. She kicked off her sandals and strode from the foyer into the living room.

Pollyanna and Rose were in the middle of a conversation, but they both grew quiet as they caught sight of the nude girl. Slave did not make eye contact with anybody in the living room, but quickly moved in front of the coffee table and sank down to her knees in first position. Once Slave was kneeling down, I entered the living room, as well.

Marge was on one end of the couch, with Pollyanna and Rose sitting at the other. Traci was curled up on her father's chair, and while I could not see anybody else's faces, she had a wide grin on hers. I was not surprised to discover Jean and Michelle gone since Jean's minivan was gone.

Pollyanna was the first to speak and asked, "Why is Lori naked?"

Her lover informed her, "That's not Lori, that is Slave."

I did not know how much information Rose had shared with Pollyanna about what had transpired on Saturday, but the fact that Pollyanna did not ask any more questions made me think that she had a little knowledge of what had happened. I sat down on the couch between Pollyanna and Marge. "Lori broke a couple of rules, so Slave will have to receive the punishment. Do you girls have any suggestions?"

"What did she do wrong?" Pollyanna asked.

I commanded, "Slave, tell Pollyanna why you need to be punished."

Slave kept her eyes focused on the ground in front of her and said, "Lori broke rules two and twelve, Master's Maid's Lover."

It took a second or two for Pollyanna to realize that Slave was addressing her. Pollyanna then asked, "Okay, what are rules two and twelve?"

"Rule two states that I am responsible for keeping a daily journal covering, at a minimum, my significant activities and thoughts for each day, as well as all activities directed by Master and all thoughts related to my training or sexuality. The journal shall be kept in a form that can be shared with my master on a daily basis. Rule twelve states that secrecy must be maintained. The only time that Lori's status as a slave is to be revealed is when Master deems fit, Master's Maid's Lover."

"Okay, why does she keep calling me that?" Pollyanna inquired.

"Slave can only address people in relation to me. Since I had instructed her to call Rose 'Master's Maid', she took it upon herself to refer to you as she did. Would you prefer 'Master's Friend'?"

Pollyanna thought for a moment, then said, "I guess 'Master's Maid's Lover' will be fine. After all, you have lots of friends, but Rose only has one lover."

"Yeah, you keep on telling yourself that, and it might become true," said the quick-witted Rose.

Pollyanna was sitting between Rose's legs, leaning back on her girlfriend's chest with Rose's arms wrapped around Pollyanna's waist. It was a position that Traci and I assumed most of the time when we sat on the couch (though my chest was nowhere as ample as Roses'). Pollyanna replied to her girlfriend's joke by reaching down and pinching the redhead's leg.

Everybody but Slave chuckled over the two girls' antics. I watched Slave's reaction as she fought to prevent any signs of humor from showing. When Marge stood up, I turned my attention to her. She announced, "I'm going to go outside and do some gardening."

I asked, "Oh? You don't want to come up with some ideas for punishment?"

Marge shook her head and said, "Nah. John was the one in charge of punishing the girls. I would just tell him what the girls did wrong, and he would take care of it."

"Yeah, but Daddy was a pushover. Whenever he saw either of us crying, he would go easy on us," Traci explained.

I thought I had a good idea of what John Caspar must have felt. Eight hours had not passed since I had brought tears to my girlfriend's eyes, and seeing her in pain wracked me with considerable grief. I once again promised myself that I would do my utmost to prevent Traci from crying at my hand.

As Marge went out the sliding glass door into the backyard, she looked back and gave me a smile. I was unsure if her retreat had to do with seeing her daughter as Slave or if she was afraid of how I had instructed Slave to address her.

Traci suggested, "Since Lori forgot to write in her journal, Slave should have to read the journal aloud."

"That's a good idea, Love. What about secrecy?"

"Hmm, maybe make her do something in secret? How about having her masturbate in class or something like that."

Slave was still looking at the floor, but I saw Rose's words having an effect on her. A flush crept to her face and chest; Slave took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. It appeared the idea excited her.

I thought about it for a moment, but said, "That's also a good idea, except the risk of being caught at school would be too high. In addition, for now at least, I want the punishment to be while she is in slave mode. It would be rather difficult for Slave to blend into Lori's classes."

"The mall!" Traci exclaimed all of the sudden. "We could all go to the mall with Slave. She would have to stay as Slave unless she sees somebody that knows her, and then she could become Lori. Also, she would have to wear panties filled with your cum."

I looked over at Slave when she let out a small gasp, but by then, she seemed to have regained control over her emotions and was staring diligently at the floor. As much as I enjoyed shopping, the mall was a half an hour away and I wanted to make sure Lori had plenty of time to study. Furthermore, I doubted that I could fill much of anything after Saturday's sexual adventures, not to mention Monday morning's makeup sex.

"Master?" Slave softly inquired. "If your humble slave may make a suggestion: why not a spanking? Vicky seemed to like the idea of me being spanked, and I am sure that she will be asking Lori about it the next time she sees her."

I nodded in agreement and said, "Very well. I want you to fetch your journal, and when you return, I shall mark what section for you to read aloud while you receive your spanking."

"Yes, Master," Slave replied, and she rose her head to make eye contact with me, making sure it was okay for her to get up. Once she saw me give her a slight nod, she got up and quickly made her way to the staircase to go up to retrieve her journal. Once she was up the staircase and out of sight, I asked Traci to fetch a chair from the dining room.

"I can do that, Chad," Rose protested.

Traci had already gotten up to complete the task before Lori returned when she observed, "If you did, Pollyanna would lose her pillows."

"Yeah," Pollyanna said, wriggling her back slightly against Rose's chest. "And they are so comfortable right now. If you got up now, it would take me a while to fluff them back to the way I like them."

Pollyanna could not see Rose's blush, but the redhead tightened her arms around her girlfriend, pulling her closer to her. The fact that Traci had returned with the chair before Slave came back led me to believe that the journal had been hidden in a more secure location, this time. I was sitting in the chair facing the couch, halfway between the fireplace and the coffee table, by the time Slave came back down.

Slave handed me the journal, and she had the foresight to bring a pencil for me to mark what sections to read aloud. I thought it best that she read everything up to the point where Marge and Rose returned, so I marked the passage that I wanted Slave to read aloud. I handed back the journal to Slave and tossed the pencil onto the coffee table. Slave looked at me, awaiting further instructions, to which I silently supplied by glancing down at my lap. She picked up on what I wanted done and draped herself across my lap so that I could have unfettered access to her pert ass.