Incest/Taboo Reformation

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Aftermath and Reformation​

Nobody was quick to stir that next morning. The living room was littered with nude bodies liberally strewn about it. The room looked like the scene of a grisly mass-mur*er, the type that would make the national news, but the only mass-casualties of the previous night were brain cells. Taryn was closest to the main door, and she was lying on her stomach with her head pointing in the direction of the couch. Veronica was sprawled out across the couch, face down with an arm and a leg draping off of it. Rosina was asleep underneath the coffee table, lying on her side, in the fetal position. Owen was on his back, not far from the couch, somewhere between the couch and the dining room, but he was not alone. Karen was cuddled up to him and was sleeping with half her body draped over him. She had a peaceful and satisfied look on her face as she slept. The first to stir was Taryn, who groaned as she began to move her sore body, from her position on the carpet-covered concrete floor.

"Ooooooh, Fuck am I sore," Taryn groaned in a gravely voice as she sat up and looked around at everyone around her. "Fuck, we're late," Taryn cursed in her still gravely voice after glancing at the clock on the wall.

By the clock on the wall, the Spa should have been open half an hour ago, on the busiest day of the week. Taryn got up and began to shake each person awake, asking if they were alright. Karen's only response was to smile a satisfied smile at Taryn and snuggle up closer to Owen. Veronica noticed this and glared her disapproval at Karen who was oblivious to the harsh look. Everyone seemed to be alright . . . relatively, they were okay until they started to try to stand up.

"We have to open the spa," Taryn said as she pulled her dress over her head.

"I agree," Karen said as she started to stand up but then fell back down onto her rump, while grabbing her head and wincing in pain.

"Yeah, but not by you," Taryn said with a laugh, but quickly that laugh died quickly due to the pain in her head.

"I'll do it," Rosina said as she started to stand up but fell over sideways, crashing into the couch. "No I won't" she groaned as she looked up bleary-eyed from where she landed.

"I'm up! I'll go!" Veronica said as she remained sitting upright but motionless on the couch. "Really, I'm getting up," she said just before she fell over sideways and crashed on the couch, asleep once more.

"I guess, it's you and me, Red," Owen said as he stood up, wobbling only a little bit as he did so.

"Sounds like fun, Master. I'll show you how to run the front. I can handle the back end by myself," Taryn said as she handed Owen his clothes.

"No, it's my shop! I'll go!" Karen said as she tried once more to stand up.

"No, you won't. You're in no shape to do anything. Stay here, rest, and take care of the other two," Owen said as he put his hand on Karen's shoulder and gently pushed her back down.

"Yes, Sir," Karen replied, almost out of instinct, and this response elicited a raised-eyebrow look from everyone in the room, yet Owen only smiled in reply.

Taryn and Owen did leave the apartment and went upstairs to run the Spa while the others rested downstairs. Taryn didn't get a chance to show Owen what to do before they opened up the doors, as she had hoped. As soon as they arrived upstairs they saw that there were a few customers milling about outside the doors of the Spa, waiting for it to open. Owen watched carefully what Taryn did and quickly picked up on what to do as she rang the first customers through. Once the first few were rung though, Owen took over running the front of the spa while Taryn concentrated on running the back end. Owen found that he liked dealing with people and that it a good change from the intense studying that he had been doing the past few weeks.

While upstairs was a hive of activity, with a steady stream of customers, downstairs was as silent as a tomb as the three other survivors from the previous night lay resting and recuperating in the living room. Karen was the first to stir and forced herself to get up and get the day started. She brewed coffee, and made breakfast for the five of them and Rosina took coffee and breakfast up to Taryn and Owen as soon as it was ready.

Back downstairs breakfast was a quiet affair because Karen, Rosina and Veronica were still feeling rough from the previous night's drinking. Also, Veronica was angry with Karen for having sex with Owen and telling him that she needed a man. Veronica scowled at Karen throughout breakfast, not hiding her displeasure one bit. For the most part Karen ignored Veronica's harsh glares and continued to eat breakfast but eventually, she had enough of Veronica's attitude and decided to challenge her on it.

"Alright, young lady, what is your problem?" Karen snapped angrily at Veronica as she threw her fork down on her plate.

"As if you don't know! And address me properly, I am your Mistress!" Veronica retorted angrily as she sat up straight and glared at Karen in a superior attitude.

"I may call you Mistress during Playtime, but this is not Playtime, and I will certainly not call you Mistress when you're acting like a spoiled little brat!" Karen spat back as she stared at her daughter in disbelief. "Now what the fuck is your problem?" Karen finished with a frustrated tone of voice as she continued to look at Veronica with an expectant look.

"SPOILED BRAT!" Veronica shouted indignantly. "I am an outraged MISTRESS whose SLAVE has disrespected her by giving herself to another!"

"What?" Karen scoffed in angry shock as she shook her head.

"You threw yourself at Owen last night like a cheap slut!" Veronica spat with anger and hurt in her eyes and voice.

"So what? We were all drunk and everyone ended up having sex with someone! You ended up having sex with Rosina last night, or did you forget? It has been a very long time since I had been with a man and I couldn't resist!" Karen replied in a mildly outraged tone of voice.

"I AM YOUR MISTRESS! I OWN YOU! How dare you disgrace me by having sex with someone else, right in front of me even!" Veronica shouted as she stood up and pointed her finger at Karen as she thumped the table while speaking.

"Sit down, Ronnie," Karen said in a forced calm, motherly tone of voice as she glared at Veronica.

"No!" Veronica said defiantly as she glared at her mother.

"NOW!" Karen shouted angrily with eyes of fire and glared at Veronica unwaveringly.

"Fine," Veronica said as she sat down, but she didn't look pleased about it.

"You seem to have forgotten something basic about our relationship. We play at being 'Mistress' and 'Slave', but only during 'Playtime.' You have taken this too far! You believe that you are my Mistress all the time and that is not the case. You have no right to tell me who I can and can't have sex with," Karen said in a calm, yet firm tone of voice as she looked at Veronica with softness in her eyes.

"But I love you so much! I've wanted to have you for so long, it is the way that we were meant to be, you'll see soon enough! You're just having a hard time with the fact that I'm your daughter. Trust me, trust your Mistress, I know what is best for you," Veronica responded in a loving and soothing tone of voice as she tried to be persuasive.

"There you go again, trying to push me into a relationship that I am not ready for, and don't know if I ever will be ready for," Karen said as she shook her head.

"In time you will be comfortable with us having sex, even though I'm your daughter," Veronica said as she held Karen's hand and started to stroke it in an understanding manner.

"That's not it! I don't mind anymore that you are my daughter. In this house, loving and having sex with a family member seems 'normal.' That doesn't bother me, what does bother me is your insistence to make 'Playtime' a permanent and twenty-four-seven thing," Karen replied in a firm yet calm tone of voice.

"But that's our destiny! You know that, you have to know that!" Veronica replied fervently, as she looked into Karen's eyes with a pleading look.

"Look, we have fun and I enjoy our times together, I really do. I just don't think I could give myself completely to another woman. If last night has taught me anything, it has taught me that I'd miss men. I need to have a man in my life, I love men too much to turn my back on them completely," Karen said with a sad tone of voice as she looked at Veronica with a look of compassion.

"That's okay; there are toys and devices we can get. You won't have to give up a thing, we can make this work!" Veronica said in a pleading tone of voice with an urging look in her eyes as she moved her chair closer to Karen.

"Are you kidding? Do you really think a plastic cock is all it takes to replace a man? Do you seriously think that the only thing I miss about men is their cocks? I miss feeling the strong arms of a man encircling me. I miss the warmth, weight and sent of him as he hovers over me while he ravages me senseless! I miss their strength of will and being taken care of. Can your dildo do all that?" Karen asked with a queer look in her eye.

"No, but I can!" Veronica asserted as she leaned in closer to Karen.

"You could, but it isn't the same!" Karen replied in a frustrated tone of voice as she shook her head and looked away.

For a moment her eyes fell on Rosina who had until now been quiet. With a wordless look, Karen silently asked Rosina to help explain things to Veronica. Karen wanted Veronica to understand why she needed a real man, not a lesbian with a strap-on dildo.

"Ronnie, you and I have had sex, and I can say with certainty that you know very well how to please a woman," Rosina said calmly to Veronica and smiled a naughty smile and wink.

"SEE! Even she says that I'm the best! You don't need men!" Veronica said eagerly to Karen.

"Listen to her! Let her finish!" Karen said firmly.

"While I do love having sex with women, including you, I also need Master," Rosina started out calmly, but was interrupted before she could continue.

"Big surprise you would say that, he's your Master!" Veronica scoffed sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

"It is true that he is my Master and I can't imagine not serving him. I NEED him, I NEED his control and his dominance over me; I don't deny that. Sex with him is different than sex with Mistress Red because he is a man. I love them both and enjoy having sex with them both, yet they fulfil a different need within me. While I need having sex with Mistress Red, because know that I need the soft, tender charms of a woman's body, I also need the hard, powerful form of a man's body. I wouldn't want to give up having sex with men or women, thankfully Master is gracious enough to let me have both," Rosina said with a soft and loving tone of voice as she smiled while speaking.

"Then it's settled. We continue as Mistress and Slave and now and again we pick up a man for you play with for the night!" Veronica said in an urging and hopeful manner.

"It's not that simple. I am not into casual sex, I never was. If I have sex with someone, I need to care about them. Also, while I am a Submissive and enjoy submitting to you, I could never do it on a constant basis," Karen said with a slightly sombre tone of voice as she held Veronica's hand and spoke into her daughter's eyes.

"Because I'm your daughter?" Veronica asked with a sad and hurt tone of voice as she looked down.

"No, because you're a woman," Karen said as she lightly pinched Veronica's chin, causing the young woman to look up into her mother's eyes. "I already told you that the fact that you're my daughter doesn't bother me anymore and that I enjoy our Playtime, but if I was to give myself to a Dominant on a constant basis, it would have to be to a Dominant man." Karen spoke with a calm and certain tone of voice as she looked at Veronica with a compassionate tone.

"You mean Owen, don't you?" Veronica said with a scowl on her face as she glared at Karen.

"He is the obvious choice. He knows about us and understands this family, something anyone who comes into our lives would have to do. He is handsome, as well as a good man who genuinely cares about me . . . about all of us," Karen said with a pondering tone of voice as she stroked Veronica's cheek.

"He's a wonderful Master, he cares for and looks out for me. I fear nothing, as long as I have Master to take care of me. You can't find a better Master," Rosina said with a glowing look of love.

"I bet he is, I can see how well he treats the two of you," Karen said with a warm smile on her face while she spoke in a subdued tone of voice.

"Should we talk to him tonight? I'm certain he would take you on. It would be great to have you as a Fellow-Slave!" Rosina said with an eager tone to her voice.

"Hang on! I didn't say that I wanted to be Owen's Slave!" Karen sputtered out in a frustrated tone of voice.

"Why not? Did you enjoy last night? Didn't you just say that you wanted to submit to Owen?" Rosina asked in a slightly hurt tone of voice.

"I just don't know if I want to become anyone's full-time Slave," Karen replied with a heavy sight and shrug of her shoulders.

"Can we at least continue with Playtime?" Veronica asked hopefully.

"As long as you understand that Playtime is limited to just Playtime," Karen replied with a firm tone of voice.

"Sure," Veronica replied with a nod of her head.

"If you have 'Playtime' with Ronnie, why can't you have, 'Playtime' with Owen?" Rosina asked with a raised eyebrow and a sparkle in her eye as she eyed Karen for her response.

"No reason, I suppose," Karen replied with a heavy sigh.

"Shall we talk to him tonight?" Rosina asked eagerly as she leaned in close to Karen.

"I just don't know if I should, I just don't know what I want," Karen replied as she looked back at Rosina with a worried look on her face and fear in her eyes.

"But you certainly know what you don't want," Veronica grumbled under her breath as she got up and stormed away from the table.

"Ronnie!" Karen called out to the departing Veronica before she put her head in her hands and sighed deeply.

"She'll come around. Do you want me to talk to her?" Rosina asked Karen as she rubbed the older woman's back.

"No, leave her be." Karen said with a frustrated sigh. "I should go upstairs and help out. I'll talk to her later," Karen said as she stood up and started to gather up the dirty dishes.

"You go, I'll do the dishes," Rosina said as she put her hand on Karen's hand and smiled up at her.

"Thanks, Cat," Karen said as she smiled warmly at Rosina for a brief moment. "I just need . . ." she started to stammer.

"I know. Go on," Rosina said as she squeezed Karen's hand.

"Thanks," Karen said as she kissed Rosina on the lips before she departed for upstairs.

Karen made her way upstairs and as she closed the door to the downstairs behind her she heard Taryn taking care of a customer in a nearby room. Drawn by unknown curiosity she walked over and peeked in the room and saw Taryn explaining what she was doing to the customer with an ease that only confidence and expertise could give. Karen walked away impressed that indeed Taryn could run the place as well as she could. Karen walked out to the front and was surprised to find Owen charming a customer into adding a service she had not come in for. Almost as if on cue Taryn walked by Karen and graciously escorted the customer into the back. Karen felt out of place and useless in her own Spa and wondered what she should do.

Without warning, Owen turned and looked right at Karen and smiled at her with a look that began to melt her insides. It seemed that the events of the previous night still had an effect on her, namely her lingering attraction to Owen. Wordlessly Owen beckoned her to him and silently and immediately she walked towards him, never averting her gaze from looking deep into his eyes. When she was close enough she took from him the one thing she needed at that moment, a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight as she rested her head on his shoulder, sighing and relaxing when she felt Owen's arms encircle her.

"What is it Karen?" Owen said as he continued to hold and gently rock Karen.

"Ronnie and I had a fight," Karen said, not lifting her head, staring blankly at the wall.

"About last night? About us?" Owen asked with concern in his voice.

At the instant Owen uttered the word "us" Karen's soul sighed and her stomach flipped. It felt good to hear a man, specifically Owen, refer to her as half of an "us." As she held him now, Karen could not deny how deeply she felt for him. It was almost shocking how hard she had fallen for this man in a boy's body. He was the same age as her daughter so on one hand he was a child, but to her Owen was anything but a child, he had a confidence and wisdom beyond his years. Karen could not doubt that he was a man, more of a man than most of the men she knew. She smiled and clutched him tighter before she lifted her head and smiled a teary smile at the man she held in so high regard at that moment.

"No, Sir, it was about her and I," Karen said with a sigh and a shake of her head. "She sees herself as my Mistress all the time and not just during Playtime," she continued with a sad look.

"How would you define your relationship?" Owen asked as he stroked Karen's shoulder.

"Most of the time we are 'mother and daughter,' but now and again, during Playtime we are 'Mistress and Slave,' but only during Playtime," Karen said with a firm tone of voice.

"How does she feel about you and I, did she bring that up?" Owen said as his stroking now ventured onto Karen's back.

"Well, she didn't like it. That was how the argument got started. She tried to tell me that it was wrong for us to have sex and that by doing so I had 'disgraced my Mistress.' I told her that she wasn't my Mistress all the time and that she had no business telling me who I could and could not have sex with," Karen said in a bit of a rant before she fell silent and looked up into Owen's eyes and smiled warmly into them. "How do you feel about us, about what we did, Sir?" she added coyly.

"It wasn't something I had planned . . . but I don't regret it. When we moved in with you and Ronnie, I never imagined things would turn out like this. You are an amazing and beautiful woman, and I consider myself lucky to share what we have already shared. I would love to explore a relationship with you but I just don't know if we should, if you could handle it," Owen said with a concerned look on his face as he stared into Karen's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Karen replied, sounding more than a little confused.

"I am not only involved with Red and Cat but I am their Master as well. I can't just abandon that responsibility, for you or any woman," Owen said with a serious tone of voice and a sad look in his eye.

"I know that, I wouldn't ask you to. I've seen what happened when you did leave! It was horrible for all of us around here without you. You belong here, with us . . . all of us," Karen said as she gripped Owen tighter and rested her head on his chest while looking up at him.

"Okay, but what you may not realize is that I can't just have a 'normal' relationship with anyone. I have been too long as a Master to be anything else. If we did get involved, eventually it would come to a point where you would have to make a choice, to either become my Slave or walk away from me. If you're not ready to make that commitment, then it is best that we don't continue this relationship at all," Owen explained with a calm and compassionate manner. "Do you understand?" he asked as he lifted Karen's chin and looked deep into her eyes.

"I don't know," Karen said with a deep sigh as she looked down before looking up. "I want to, but I'm scared . . . scared of what it will mean, what will happen to us . . . all of us if I do . . . and then there's Ronnie, what about her?" Karen said as tears welled up in her eyes and tears started to flow.

"Let it out, Karen," Owen said as he pulled Karen tighter into his comforting embrace.

Karen sobbed her tension and confusion out as Owen patiently held her. After Karen had sobbed and cried for a bit, the warmth and comfort of Owen's embrace ate away at her sadness and soon she found herself with dry eyes and wet cheeks gently swaying in Owen's embrace. She looked up at him and smiled, wordlessly saying thank you.

"You need a day off, you deserve a day off." Owen said confidently with a smile.

"Sure," Karen chuckled as she started to break the embrace. "I have work to do," she added as she turned to walk into the back.

"No, not today," Owen said as he grasped Karen's arm to stop her. Karen looked up at Owen with a puzzled expression just in time to see him say, "Today is your day off, get out of here and don't come back till dinner. Go shop and relax; do whatever you want, but not here."

"Are you kicking me out of my own Spa?" Karen replied with a chuckle and a queer look on her face.

"Yes," Owen said with a serious look on his face that was betrayed by the turned up corners of his mouth.

"Thank you," Karen said with a grateful tone of voice before she kissed Owen in a lingering kiss which ended up in another intimate embrace.

After that, Karen did leave the Spa and walked around the neighbourhood for her day off. It was the first time in as long as she could remember she had free time on a Saturday! She almost didn't know what to do with herself, part of Karen felt guilty for leaving her Spa in the care of others as she took this time to herself. It was something she would never considered doing on her own, yet part of Karen knew that she needed this time to herself. As she walked the streets she understood part of the benefit of having a Master, Owen made her take this time to herself because he saw that it was what she needed but couldn't bring herself to do. Even though they were not really involved and he was not her Master, he was still looking out for her.

Karen walked around the trendy shopping neighbourhood, browsed through countless stores, and felt her troubles float away as she played customer on the busiest retail day of the week. As she passed by a trendy clothing store, known for its daring outfits, something in the window caught her eye.

Karen stopped to look at what it was and found herself looking at a manikin wearing an all-too-familiar dress; Taryn and Rosina's "around the house" dress to be exact. Karen looked at the garment and remembered that she herself had worn one last night when they went out to celebrate. She had always been a little put off and disgusted by the dresses that Taryn and Rosina wore, but now she felt drawn to it, but why? What had changed to make her desire that dress? Was it her attraction to Owen? Was it her desire to make him want her again?

As Karen pondered these questions the real reason hit her and sent a chill up her spine. Karen wanted that dress because she knew that it would please Owen to see her in it. Karen took in a quick breath of shock as she covered her mouth with her hand when she realized that she already felt the need to please Owen. Karen knew what that meant; it meant that she was already feeling drawn to him as a Submissive is drawn to a Dominant: her need to please him. Her experience with Veronica had taught her that as it was that need to submit which drew her back to her daughter's feet time and again. Karen knew very well what it was to serve and be the Slave of her own child, yet only during Playtime.

With a fearful, yet curious, look on her face and her heart in her throat Karen walked into that store. It seemed like a dream as Karen picked out her size and tried on the dress. As she looked at herself in the mirror she was shocked to see the hot and desirable woman looking back at her. Karen was amazed at how she looked in that dress and even more shocked at how she felt in that dress. Karen felt sexy and desirable and even though she was nowhere near Owen she felt closer to him just by wearing it.

As she put her head in her hands and sobbed she felt overwhelmed by the feeling of belonging. At once she felt like she belonged to Owen but also belonged with Taryn and Rosina, like she was truly becoming a part of their family. It was all too much, too soon, yet she could not deny feeling drawn to Owen with such an overpowering force. What repercussions would happen, she did not know but it seemed inevitable: she would submit to Owen again and perhaps for the rest of her life. What of Veronica? Could she really hurt her daughter that much by turning her back on their relationship?

"Is everything alright?" came a soft voice which accompanied the light rapping on the change room door.

"Yes, fine," Karen replied in a broken voice.

"Are you sure?" the soft voice asked again as the door opened up.

Poking her head in the small change room was the young store clerks. She was in her early twenties and had long flowing blonde hair and a plump, round figure. She wore a dress not to dissimilar to the one that Karen was wearing but on her larger, rounder and plumper frame it seemed odd. While most women of her larger size would wear baggy clothes to hide their frame, this woman was openly flaunting her body.

"Wha . . . I . . ." Karen stammered as she looked at the plump blonde come in and sit down beside her.

"In case you're wondering, I don't usually walk in on customers in the change room but you seemed a bit shaken up when you walked in and when I heard you crying, I thought I would check on you," the plump blonde replied in a genuinely concerned manner as she patted Karen's thigh.

"Thanks . . . Lisa," Karen replied after glancing at the plump blonde's nametag.

"So what is it? It can't be the dress because you look amazing in it! Hell, seeing you in that dress almost makes my reconsider my stance on not messing about with another woman . . . almost," Lisa, the plump blonde replied as she glanced Karen over, and the two shared a laugh.

"Thanks, you're too kind. I'm just at a bit of a crossroads, that's all and I don't know what I should do," Karen replied, not sure how much to tell the kind stranger.

"That's easy, what will make you happier?" Lisa replied with a confident tone of voice.

"That I know, but . . . but I don't know if I could be his S . . . it's . . . it's just not normal! What would people think, if they knew?" Karen stammered out as she fought the tears of her confusion. Karen rested her head on Lisa's shoulder and began to cry as Lisa hugged her.

"If it makes you happy, I say go for it. Who cares what other people think?" Lisa said as she started to rub Karen's far shoulder.

"You don't understand. What I want, is not normal, I mean maybe I could do it now and again but I know it would end up as an 'all the time' thing and that's what scares me," Karen replied while the last few sobs sob out of her while still being held by Lisa.

"What is normal? What seems normal to someone is abnormal to someone else. Don't let what other people think stand in the way of your happiness. If you can be happy being his Slave, then go for it, who gives a shit what someone MAY think IF they find out." Lisa said calmly and at once Karen looked at her with wide eyes of shock and was speechless. "Oh, please it was pretty obvious what you were talking about, besides do you think you're the only woman who has wrestled with Domination and Submission?" Lisa asked with a queer look on her face.

"Well I . . ." Karen replied in a stuttering, red-faced manner before giving Lisa a raised-eyebrow, inquiring look.

"Don't look at me that way. Sure, I tried it but I didn't like it. In case you're wondering what makes me 'not normal' is that I only date older black men. To them, I'm hot just the way I am and that is why I dress very provocatively. Many people would have me be ashamed of my body and try to hide it but I'm happy with my life and my body. I don't give a shit what other people think and neither should you," Lisa said as she shook Karen by the shoulder and Karen looked up at Lisa with a tentative expression.
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Rosina had finished the dishes and cleaning the house when her thoughts drifted back to Veronica. As she put the vacuum cleaner away and closed the closet door she looked down the hall and wondered how she was taking all this. Rosina walked down the hall and wanted to talk to and comfort the woman who felt like her sister. Knocking on the door she waited but heard no response to her knocking so she knocked again.

"Go away," came a sorrowful, tear-filled reply from behind the closed door.

Rosina detected Veronica's pain and hurt in her voice and more importantly, her subtle request for comfort so Rosina opened up the door and walked into Veronica's bedroom. Veronica looked up at Rosina with big, wet eyes and tear-stained cheeks as she lay on her stomach across her bed, clutching her pillow. She was still wearing the jeans and T-shirt that she had on during breakfast but otherwise she was a pitiful sight and Rosina's heart went out to her.

"Are you deaf? I said get out!" Veronica snapped as Rosina walked over to the bed with a look of compassion on her face.

"I know," Rosina said with an understanding tone of voice as she neared the bed.

Without saying a further word Rosina sat down on the head of the bed and pulled Veronica to her. Veronica didn't fuss or fight as she moved up and clutched Rosina tightly, resting her head on Rosina's chest and proceeded to sob uncontrollably. Rosina held Veronica tight and stroked Veronica's back in a soothing way as the young woman cried her hurt out. Time stood still as Veronica cried on Rosina's shoulder and eventually she was all cried out, yet still Rosina said nothing. Rosina just held Veronica and soothingly stroked her back in a comforting gesture.

"I can't believe I'm loosing her," Veronica said in a sad tone, finally breaking the silence.

"You're not loosing her, she's not going anywhere," Rosina said in a consoling tone of voice.

"I waited for so long to have her, and after finally making her mine, she says she can't handle being my Slave after all!" Veronica said in a wavering voice which broke into sobbing once she finished speaking. "I'd still have her if I only had a DICK!" she added before breaking down into tears once more.

"You don't know that!" Rosina said, again with an attempt to calm Veronica down.

"You were there! She said that she needs a man and that since I am a woman, she can't see herself being my Real-Slave!" Veronica said with an angry tone of voice.

"But she did agree to continue with Playtime with you. She never was your twenty-four-seven Slave, so you really haven't lost anything," Rosina said with a cheerful lilt to her voice.

"But the whole idea was to make her mine, all the time mine. All I have ever wanted was to take care of her, to be her full-time Mistress. It's clear now that will never happen!" Veronica said as she looked up into Rosina's eyes with a pained look on her face.

"Yeah, I see what you mean," Rosina admitted with a reluctant sigh.

"I don't know what to do, it hurts so much. I only agreed to that 'Playtime' thing to appease her. I had hoped that after some time had passed that 'Playtime' would turn into 'all-the-time'. I just don't know what to do." Veronica said as she looked into Rosina's eyes with a piercing expression of hurt and pain.

"I suppose you should treasure the times you do share," Rosina said as she brushed the hair out of Veronica's face. "Perhaps it is time to move on . . . find someone new," Rosina said with a bright smile and a hopeful lilt to her voice.

"I see what you mean," Veronica said with a sparkle in her eye just before she leaned in and kissed Rosina on the lips with a passionate kiss.

Rosina's eyes went wide in shock as this was not what she meant. Rosina fought against Veronica's forceful kiss and after a moment she was able to pry Veronica's lips away from hers.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Rosina spat with anger while she held Veronica at bay.

"Moving on, what does it look like?" Veronica said as she pressed hard again to force the kiss once more.

"I didn't mean with me! I'm Collared!" Rosina replied indignantly as she gave Veronica a hard shove.

"We had sex last night. You said you liked it! Owen didn't seem to mind then, c'mon lets play around a bit, I NEED it," Veronica said with a husky growl as looked at Rosina with flaring nostrils.

"We were all drunk last night!" Rosina spat back with a roll of her eyes.

"Let's just mess around for a little while, please. Nobody will know! It'll stay just between us girls . . . PLEASE?" Veronica begged in a sorrowful manner.

"It's not that simple! I am Collared! I may only have sex with anyone other than my Master if he orders me to! So if you REALLY want to have sex with me, you'll have to ask him first!" Rosina said as she got up and out of the bed, storming towards the door.

"NO! I WILL NOT LOSE ANOTHER TO HIM!" Veronica shouted as she leapt from the bed and grasped an unsuspecting Rosina by her hair and hip. "Let's get something straight, I am in charge here and I say that we're going to have a little fun!" Veronica growled right into Rosina's ear. "Is that clear?" she snarled as she took a long lick of Rosina's cheek.
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Karen returned home to the Spa a little after four in the afternoon and Owen looked at her and at his watch in an obvious way. Karen stopped immediately and waited for some sort of reaction from him. Owen was dealing with a customer at the time but still he let Karen stand there for a brief moment, just long enough to prove that she was obeying him and waiting for his permission to enter. Owen smirked at Karen as he nodded his approval, only briefly taking his attention away from the customer he was dealing with. Karen smiled and nodded in reply and walked quietly past him and straight downstairs.

When Karen opened the door to her small basement home she found it spotless and in pristine condition, with Rosina sitting on the couch watching TV. Rosina had changed to her usual attire that she wore around the house, her slim-fitting dress and Slave collar. Karen smiled to herself as she remembered that she had three dresses in her size just like Rosina's, in one of the bags that she was carrying. One glance around the room revealed no Veronica and Karen was concerned for her daughter.

"The place looks great, Cat. Where's Ronnie?" Karen said as she pushed the door closed with her foot.

"She's resting in her room. She'll be out for dinner, though," Rosina said with a slight anger in her voice that she tried hard to suppress.

"Is she okay? I should talk to her," Karen said as she started to walk towards the hallway.

"NO!" Rosina said in a panicked tone of voice as she bolted up from the couch. "I talked to her and straightened things out. She's just resting right now," she said in a forced calm tone of voice as she stood in front of Karen. "What do you have in the bag?" Rosina asked in an eager tone of voice as she started to peek into one of the shopping bags.

"Oh, just a few things I picked up," Karen replied as she moved the bag Rosina was looking in away from her. "I just did a bit of shopping and window-shopping, I'll just put these away and I'll start dinner," she added as she started to walk towards the hallway.

"I'll help, you," Rosina added in a pleasant tone of voice as she called after Karen and immediately Karen stopped where she was and turned to face Rosina with a serious expression.

"I appreciate the offer and on any other night, I would welcome the help. But tonight, I need to do this myself. I just want to make a special dinner to say thank you to Sir for the day off today," Karen said with a calm tone of voice and a peaceful smile on her face before she turned and continued down the hall.

As she opened the door to her bedroom Karen thought she heard some muffled noises coming from Veronica's room but shook her head and dismissed it. Karen had a big evening planned and not a lot of time to prepare things. Depositing her bags in her room she immediately left it again, heading to the kitchen.
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Owen closed the front door of the Spa after escorting the last of the customers out. It was a little past five-thirty when Owen locked the front door. Taryn was already counting out the float and closing out the till, as she had done countless times before. Both were a little weary from the long and busy day at work, but the receipts for the day showed that it was worth it, the Spa had just had its best day in weeks. Once the deposit was made up and locked away in the safe, Owen and Taryn walked downstairs arm around each other's waist, happy that the day was over. The happy look on Karen's face when she retuned from her day off was all that Owen needed to see to know this hard day was worth it.

When they opened the door to the small basement suite they saw Rosina sitting on the couch watching television and looking rather frustrated about something. As the door started to open up, Rosina scrambled to her feet and scurried into a kneeling position near the door. By the time Owen set his foot inside the basement suite Rosina was kneeling with her head bowed and her hands folded in front of her.

"What's for dinner, Cat?" Owen asked as Taryn closed the door behind them.

"I don't know, Master. Karen won't let me near the kitchen. She wouldn't even let me set the table. She has something special planned. The only thing she would let me do was wait in the living room for your arrival," Rosina replied in a frustrated huff tainting her submissive demeanour.

"What were you to do, once we arrived?" Owen asked curiously as he spoke to the bowed head of Rosina.

"I was to humbly ask you to wait in the living room as I informed her of your arrival," Rosina replied in a calm and submissive tone of voice, still kneeling appropriately in front of Owen.

"Alright, do as you've been told," Owen replied as he looked at Taryn and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes, Master," Rosina replied submissively before she rose to her feet and walked into the dining room.

Not long after that did Karen walk out of the dining room and both Owen and Taryn drew a breath of shock once their eyes fell on her. Karen was wearing a dress exactly the same as the one that Taryn and Rosina wore around the house. Karen's dress fit her perfectly and was light gray in colour and her whole body was showcased in a way which was most unlike Karen. The slender slim cut of the dress which flowed seamlessly over her curves announced that she was nude under that dress. Around her neck Karen wore a one inch, brown, leather strap which buckled up in the back. Her hair fell down her back and was restrained only in a few clips to keep her hair out of her face as it spilled down her back.

As she walked towards Owen and Taryn, Karen took small steps and clasped her hands in front of her and always looked down. In a word, Karen looked submissive and before she took one step towards Owen, his cock was hard and throbbing. Karen stopped a few feet away from Owen and Taryn and shook slightly as she gathered up her courage to speak. Owen said nothing but waited for Karen to speak.

"Good evening, Sir. I want to thank you both for allowing me to take this day to myself. I want to thank you specifically, Sir, for being there for me this morning." Karen said with a shaky and nervous tone of voice, still looking down even after she spoke.

"You're welcome," Owen replied in a warm yet firm manner.

"I have prepared a special meal in your honour. I simply want to take care of you, this evening, Sir," Karen said before she raised her eyes up to look Owen in the eye.

"I see. Thank you," Owen replied with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"May I get your shoes, Sir?" Karen asked, her voice and manner full of nervous hopefulness.

"Yes, you may," Owen replied with a smile.

Karen flashed a smile at Owen before she dropped to her knees and began to unfasten and remove his shoes. When she looked up at him from her place kneeling at his feet she felt his power and her body shuddered and her pussy wetted. Her eyes were drawn to the outline of the bulge in his pants. Longingly she traced the contours of his pant-confined cock with her eyes and remembered the exquisite sensation of being skewered with that monster; another shiver ran down her spine. Once his shoes were removed she smiled a nervous smile up at him and rose to her feet, his shoes remaining by the front door.

"May I show you to the table, Sir?" Karen asked nervously as she stood before Owen with her hands clasped in font of her.

Owen only nodded agreeably in reply and Karen turned on the spot and walked towards the dining room. Once they rounded the corner Owen was impressed as the whole room was decorated exquisitely. There was a fine red table cloth on the table, fine dishes and silverware was lovingly placed at each place-setting. Flowers adorned the centre of the table and candles were scattered around the room giving a soft glow to the whole room.

"May I change for dinner, Master," Taryn asked respectfully as they paused in the entryway and glanced over the dining room.

"Yes, Red," Owen said over his shoulder to Taryn before she turned and entered their bedroom.

Karen walked to the other end of the room and pulled out the chair at the head of the table, her own usual chair and bowed her head, signalling that Owen was to sit in this chair. Owen sat down at the head of the table and Karen pushed his chair in. Next she pulled out the chair immediately to his right and seated Taryn in it, much in the same fashion, once she arrived. Rosina then entered the room and sat down in the chair to Owen's left. The two other chairs at the side of the table remained empty and the chair at the other head of the table had been removed completely and no setting had been set.

"Is Ronnie coming to dinner?" Karen asked Rosina in a calm and subdued tone of voice.

"She said she's not hungry," Rosina replied calmly as she smiled sweetly at Karen.

"I see. Perhaps I'll go check on her," Karen said with a worried look on her face.

"She's still tired and going to rest for a bit, but she'll come out after dinner," Rosina added quickly, in a calm tone of voice.

Karen frowned but turned and walked into the kitchen and soon came out with one plate of dinner. As she placed it down in front of Owen he saw that dinner was a pasta dish that looked deceptively simple. Not only did it have pasta and a cream sauce but also there was bits of chicken and vegetables chopped up and mixed into the pasta dish. The aroma was heavenly and you could tell that care went into every detail of this dish, down to how it was arranged on the plate. Karen stayed where she was and looked at Owen expectantly. Owen picked up his fork and sampled the special dinner that had been served up especially for him.

"Delicious, you've outdone yourself, Karen," Owen said with a warm smile after swallowing his mouthful.

"Thank you, Sir. I am pleased you like it. May I serve Mistress Red and Cat, Sir?" Karen asked humbly.

"Yes, you may," Owen replied as he scooped up another mouthful of dinner.

Karen then returned with two plates of dinner and served Taryn and Rosina, in that order. Everyone in the room expected Karen to get her plate of dinner and was surprised to see that instead, Karen kneeled down on the floor between Owen and Taryn. After a minute had passed and Karen was still kneeling down beside Owen, he decided to speak up.

"Karen, what are you doing?" Owen asked as he continued to eat dinner while looking down at the kneeling Karen.

"I am here at your disposal in case you have a need. Is there something I can do for you, Sir?" Karen replied in a subservient tone of voice as she looked up at Owen with a loving look in her eye.

"Yes, you can get your dinner and eat with the rest of us. I don't believe in making those who serve me wait until I am finished eating before they eat," Owen said as he looked down at Karen with a firm yet loving expression.

"Yes, Sir; thank you, Sir," Karen said with a grateful smile to Owen as she rose to her feet.

Karen retrieved her dinner from the kitchen and sat down in the chair next to Taryn and began to eat her dinner along with everyone else at the table. Talk at the table was limited to typical dinner conversation and not the lively dinner talk that usually took place at the family table. The questions on everyone's mind centred on Karen's odd behaviour. Taryn and Rosina knew better than to raise the subject before Owen did. Owen decided to let the issue wait until after dinner. Once dinner was finished, Owen took a sip of his wine and leaned back in his chair. Karen instinctively started to gather up the dirty dishes.​