Chapter 1 Rule Changes

I was fully dressed and waiting in my favorite chair when my two slaves returned to our home. They walked in and silently knelt at my feet.

"Are you both okay?"

"Yes, Master," they chorused.

"Did you get the salve on Vonda's back?" I asked.

"Yes, Master," said Pyx.

"Let me see."

I walked over and examined my eldest slave's back. There were numerous welts, but not as many cuts as I had feared. None of them seemed very deep. In a week, she should be as good as new.

I returned to my seat.

"Now that you truly belong to me, Pyx, I have to make changes on how things are run in this household.

"Much of which will involve you shopping, Vonda."

The red-head smiled sardonically. "I'll manage to overcome the challenge, Master."

"I'm sure.

"Since you both belong to me, you are both part of the same team."

"Team Alex," said Pyx.

"T and A," laughed Vonda.

I smiled. "That's right. And as a team, you need the uniform."

"We're going to wear the same clothes every day?" asked Vonda.

"Nothing that structured. But you two need to look like you belong together.

I reached into a plastic bag, next to me in my seat, and pulled two pair of panties. I tossed the pink pair to Pyx, and the black ones to Vonda.

Pyx looked at her gift. "I've never seen panties like this before."

Vonda scrunched her nose. "A thong, Master? I have thongs. The string up my ass is never comfortable." "Tough. This is what you are to wear from now on. The string will remind you who owns your ass."

"I tossed all your old underwear down the trash chute."

Vonda cried out. "Oh, Master! You didn't."

"I did.

"Try them on."

Both stepped into their thongs.

Pyx was the first to discover their secret. "They have a slit in the front."

Vonda arched an eyebrow. "They're crotchless."

"Can you think why that slit would be there, Pyx?" I asked.

She thought for a minute. "So you can pee without taking them off?"

I laughed. "I guess there is that too. The main purpose is to have your pussy available for me. Anytime. Anywhere."

Pyx's mouth flopped open. "You've done that?"

Vonda smiled. "Oh yes. Many times. Many places."

"That's so hot!" she exclaimed.

I looked at Pyx, who was wiggling her rear, in a provocative way. "How do you like the thong?"

Pyx spoke carefully. "Master, It's been so long since I've worn any underwear, nothing would be comfortable. But I like the string up my backside. It's very sexy."

I squatted down and examined the slit on Pyx's thong. "Do either of you know how to sew?"

Both nodded their heads.

"I learned in school," said Pyx. "Sister Catherine, my Home-Ec teacher, said I had real talent."

Vonda followed. "Growing up poor, you had to make your own clothes, or modify second-hand ones."

"Good, good. Pyx, the slit is too long for your tight little snatch, and most you buy will be, too. You'll need to modify them, so they fit you right."

"Yes, Master," they both chorused.

"Tomorrow, Vonda, you are to take Pyx shopping. She's to get a new wardrobe."

My red-head clapped her hands and bounced up and down in delight. Her large breasts bounced fetchingly. "Oh thank you, Master! We'll have such fun!"

She stopped mid-clap. "Is there going to be a budget?"

I smiled. "Not this time; but don't go wild, either."

Vonda nodded. "Of course, Master."

"The only restriction is the clothes you buy for Pyx will have to match your wardrobe, either in style or color."

She thought for a moment. "But our skin tones and hair color are so different. There aren't many colors that compliment us both."

"Maybe green," suggested Pyx.

"It will be a challenge," I said. " If you can't find matching colors, you'll have to get clothes that are the same design."

"It's the same problem," exclaimed Vonda. "She's so slim and petite, and I'm tall and stacked. What looks good on her won't look good one me, and vice versa."

"It won't be easy," I allowed. "But I'm sure you will find a solution."

"Thanks, Master," Vonda said, sardonically.

"Of course, you two could never go out together. One of you at home, at all times.

"Go out shopping tomorrow. You'll find solutions. I have faith in you.

"Now, take off those panties. You won't need them until tomorrow."

"Yes, Master," they said, and followed my instructions.

Pyx then dropped to her knees, at my feet. Her hands together, as if in prayer.

"Yes, Slave?"

"I have a favor to ask of you," said Pyx, in a whisper.

"Go ahead and ask," I said.

Tears started forming in her eyes. "I have missed going to church so much, Master. And now that my training is over, I'd like to start going again."

I smiled down at my new slave. "Of course, Pyx. You can go every Sunday, unless there is some kind of conflict."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" she cried, wrapping her arms around my ankles, and kissing my feet.

"I have just one requirement."

"Anything, Master," said Pyx, her beaming tear-stained face looked up at me adoringly.

"When you go to church, you also go to confession. Right?"

She nodded.

"Before you leave for church, I want you to confess to me, the same as you'd do to Father Matthew. It'll be just you and me. I'll see to that." I glance over at Vonda.

"I can do that," said Pyx, with a smile.

"Good. Good."

"Vonda, make sure you get her a dress suitable for church, tomorrow."

"Yes, Master."

"Oh! One more thing. No pants, only dresses.

"What's the point of wearing crotch-less panties, if I can't get access to them?"

Though obviously not happy, Vonda nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Now, lets go to bed. You both are going to have a busy day, tomorrow."

It turned out, the next morning, the two leaving was a bit of a challenge.

Pyx only had four outfits, from before her training, and the only ones that Vonda had a match for was the sundress and the little black dress. But this was late November. They would look very strange, to mention freezing to death.

Pyx's tee shirt and jeans were out, because of my new rule banning pants.

That left her with the business suit. Vonda had several similar outfits, but none matched the style or color of Pyx's.

I finally chose the closest match, and had them promise that they change into the first matching outfits they bought.

After they left, I went down to my office, to work.

They didn't return home until almost five pm. I watched them enter the lobby, through the security cameras, their arms loaded with shopping bags.