Incest/Taboo Reformation

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Go West Young Man​

Taryn woke up the next morning snuggled up to Veronica with Owen and Karen snuggled up to each other right next to her. Rosina had made it to her own bed and managed to set her alarm before she passed out. That next morning she was the one to make sure that everyone got up to get the day started. As was tradition and the rule within the family nothing was said about Veronica dominating Taryn for a portion of the previous evening. Veronica did not brag, nor did Taryn complain, and the next morning, all went back to "normal" with Taryn as Mistress and Veronica as Slave. That rest of the weekend progressed like any other but with a few key differences.

For one, a real estate agent was called to list the business, which included the building, for sale and the whole experience, was a little scary and real for Karen. While Karen liked her Spa, she didn't love it. It was a hobby which she had started years ago and because of the divorce it became something she couldn't stop. Despite the fact that she neither loved, nor hated it, it was still something which had been in her life for a very long time. While it was not grand one, it was indeed a comfortable and known existence, and selling it made the whole move real to Karen. The most surprising thing to Karen was seeing the six-digit figure the real estate agent and Veronica came up as a price for the Spa.

For another Owen focussed on doing all the little jobs which needed to be done around the Spa yet never quite got done. Owen switched from Lawyer to handyman as he scraped, painted, repaired and touched-up almost every area of the Spa and apartment. The physical work seemed to do Owen good both in mind and body. He enjoyed the chance to give back to Karen and take care of her in a real way and also was a good workout. This handyman work continued on into the next workweek for Owen.

On Monday morning, the ladies all submitted their change of name forms together, changing their last names to "Stronge." Rosina then convinced the other women to add a middle name of their respective Slave-Names. Taryn was the most reluctant but agreed to it as long as she didn't have to change her middle name, which was her grandmother's name.

Veronica and Rebecca took a longer lunch than usual and went to a nice restaurant around the corner from their work. They had not seen each other since work on Friday, and so there was a lot to talk about. Usually they snuck away for some private time over lunch but today was different. You see it was during this lunch that Veronica planned to break the news to Rebecca about the move and that is exactly what she did. By the end of it Rebecca was in shock, her mind filled with a mix of emotions as she sat there sipping on her coffee trying to process what she had just heard.

"Moving? Across the country?" Rebecca said in a quiet voice of shock as she looked deeply into Veronica's eyes.

"It's a great opportunity not just for Master, but for all of us," Veronica said as she said in a comforting manner as she looked back into Rebecca's eyes. "A chance to start over, and let everyone see us as the one family we now are . . . isn't that wonderful?" she added with a happy tone to her voice as she squeezed Rebecca's hand.

"I know, and I agree, starting over somewhere far, far, away is a nice thought, but . . . my children, what about them?" Rebecca said with a mixture of happiness and fear as she looked to Veronica for support.

"Do you get to visit them now? When did you see them last?" Veronica asked in an empathetic manner while she showed her genuine care and concern for Rebecca.

"Harold won't let me near them and thanks to that stupid divorce papers I signed, he doesn't have to. The last time I saw them was when we took them to the pool," Rebecca said with a sad look in her eye.

"I remember, wasn't that fun?" Veronica said in a warm tone of voice with a smile to match.

"Yeah, it was," Rebecca replied and the two women smiled warmly for a moment before the mood turned cold.

"I'm sure Master can do something about that, he wanted to do so before . . ." Veronica added in a chipper and eager tone of voice before her words trailed off, both women knew the rest of the sentence.

"Before I ran away again, again" Rebecca added as she hung her head in shame.

"That was then, this is now. I don't see you running away this time," Veronica added as she put her hand on Rebecca's shoulder and squeezed.

"Am I ready? Am I ready to meet Sir?" Rebecca lifted her head and asked with hope in her eyes.

"Yes . . . but I was going to introduce you on Reformation Day . . . remember?" Veronica replied in a nervous and uncomfortable manner.

"Yes, Mistress," Rebecca said submissively and paused for a moment before she added, "But, what if you move before then?"

"Don't worry, I won't leave you behind," Veronica said with a warm and comforting smile before their lips were drawn together for their first semi-public kiss . . . ever.

Late one night that week when the house was quiet and still Veronica was still up. She was deep in thought over what to do about Rebecca; when was the best time to tell the family about her. Veronica was in the living room cleaning and tidying up what was already clean and tidy, simply needing something constructive to do with her hands, since she was not able to sleep. Taryn came in and took one look at the busy Veronica and knew something was up, with a sigh she walked towards her.

"Dee-Dee, what is it?" Taryn asked as she walked into the living room.

"Nothing," Veronica said as she dusted a clean bookshelf.

"C'mon," Taryn said as she grasped Veronica by the shoulders and directed her to sit down on the couch.

Veronica wasn't sure about what to say, how much to tell Taryn. Should she tell her friend, family member and Mistress about Rebecca? Or should she try to probe Taryn and find out how she felt about Rebecca? Could Veronica find out more information than she gave up?

"It's silly," Veronica said in an embarrassed manner, looking down and away.

"No, it's not!" Taryn said as she wrapped her arms around Veronica and pulled the woman into a cuddle on the couch. That cuddle left both women lying beside each other and Veronica's head on Taryn's shoulder. "What is it?" she asked as she began to stroke Veronica's hair while Veronica sighed contently, loving the embrace.

"I . . . I was just wondering about Rebecca," Veronica said in a worried tone. "Where is she? What is she up to? What about . . ." she added but her words drifted off before she finished the sentence.

"Master's child? I know, I've been thinking about her too," Taryn said in an equally worried tone of voice as she squeezed Veronica tighter.

"I've been thinking of finding her? Don't you think we should contact her before we move?" Veronica asked as she tried her best to hide the eagerness in her voice.

"I would love to, but when she left she made it clear that she needed space to sort things out. I miss her and I wonder about Master's child, but she has to come back on her own. Pushing her will only make her run away again and that will hurt everyone, all over again," Taryn said as she kissed the top of Veronica's head. "Besides I don't know where to look for her, do you?"

"I could try to find her . . . you know, so we could at least see Master's child," Veronica said as she lifted her head and looked into Taryn's eyes with eager hope.

"I know, Master does have a responsibility to his child," Taryn said with a subdued manner. "And I do miss her," she added after seeing the disappointment in Veronica's eyes.

"Me too," Veronica said as she smiled at Taryn.

"C'mon, I think I know what to do with all that extra energy you seem to have," Taryn said in a mischievous tone of voice which dripped with innuendo.

"Really?" Veronica replied in an equally mischievous tone of voice full of innuendo.

"It's Karen's night with Master, and you owe me a round with Fred," Taryn said with a naughty yet superior tone of voice with a smirk. "Your ass is mine tonight, Bitch!" she added sternly before both she and Veronica burst into laughter.

"Yes, Mistress Red," Veronica replied with a giggle and a smile.

Taryn got up, grabbed Veronica by the collar and pulled her to the floor so she was on her hands and knees. While still holding her onto the D-Ring of Veronica's collar Taryn led Veronica on her hands and knees to her bedroom, Veronica's pussy was wet and ready for action by the time they entered the bedroom.

While people came by to look at the Spa and considered buying it, nobody seemed too serious, and always left with an ambiguous and noncommittal statement. This continued on into the next week, but all that changed on Wednesday of the following week.

Samantha, a woman in her late twenties came in with a small child and toured the Spa and apartment; the more she saw, the more she liked. It was clear from the questions she was asking that she was indeed starting to picture the Spa as her own and by the time Samantha left with her child. Even though she never said it, the vibe she gave off that only her husband, price of financing would stop her from buying the Spa.

Samantha was the perfect person to purchase the Spa, she already knew the Spa industry, as she worked in a Spa across town and loved the downstairs apartment, as she and her husband were renting a small apartment. Karen was happy to think of Samantha taking over her Spa and felt she could rest assured that the Spa would be in good hands.

Veronica told Rebecca the next day at work about the possible sale of the spa. It was agreed that Veronica needed to introduce Rebecca to the family sooner rather than later. So on Friday night Rebecca was excited and terrified to be going to the Spa and finally see Sir once more. As they pulled into the back stall Rebecca was quite shaky and nervous when she exited the car and had her son in his bassinette in her hand and followed Veronica into the Spa.

Karen was the first person to see Rebecca and had to do a double take when she saw her walking into the Spa. Karen was with a customer at the time and continued to walk up towards the front of the Spa. Rebecca froze still, not sure what to say or do, her eyes getting wetter by the second and her apprehension growing. Veronica pushed a reluctant Rebecca up towards the front of the Spa. Owen was doing some minor repairs in one of the rooms and saw Rebecca walk by out of the corner of his eye. He followed just to make sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. By the time Veronica and Rebecca got to the front of the Spa the customer had paid and left. Taryn and Karen were watching wide-eyed as Rebecca came into view with little Chris. Owen took up the rear, preventing Rebecca's exit even if she wanted to run. There was a brief moment of tense pause as Taryn and Karen looked at Rebecca with shock before little Chris broke the tension with a gurgled cry.

Maternal instinct took over and both Taryn and Karen looked then began to fawn over the baby and his mother, respectively. Taryn was the first to hold Chris and Karen was the first to hug Rebecca. While Rebecca was hugging Karen, she saw Owen and her eyes got wetter when she saw him and by the time his arms were wrapped around her, she burst into tears. Those tears were not of pain, sorrow or regret, but simply of joy at being one with him, once again.

"Surprise!" Veronica said with a warm and happy smile as Owen held Rebecca

"Thank you, Dee-Dee, how ever did you find her? Where've you been? Why did you run away? Why didn't you call?" Owen started to ask the thousand questions in his mind until he was interrupted.

"All your questions will be answered right here," Taryn said as she placed Chris into his father's arms.

Owen stared in wonder at the little bundle of joy in his arms and every eye in the room joined him in gazing at the wondrous child. Rosina walked into the room, and saw the crowd gathered around Master and looked to see what they were looking at. When her eyes fell on Rebecca her ire rose and before she could stop herself the prevalent thought leapt out of her mouth.

"So the 'Prodigal Slave' returns, does she," Rebecca scoffed before she added, "Dinner's ready. I guess I'll set another place, thanks for the warning," she added hastily before she left the room and rushed downstairs, still angry at Rebecca for all she had heard in the church bathroom.

Somehow Veronica and Rebecca managed to get through dinner with their relationship a secret. Instead Rebecca simply talked about the time after she left and before Veronica contacted her. It wasn't until the family were seated around the living room with coffee that Veronica decided that the time had come to come clean and confess. Veronica got off her seat and knelt in front of Owen before she glanced at Rebecca, who then joined Veronica in kneeling before Owen.

"I must confess something, Master," Veronica said as she hung her head in shame.

"What is it, Dee-Dee," Owen said with a displeased tone of voice as he glanced back and forth between the two women kneeling and cowering before him.

"I found Rebecca two weeks ago, I have been testing and training her ever since, I wanted . . ." Veronica said but she was cut off by an angry Owen.

"WHAT? Why? On who's authority?" Owen shouted in anger as he glared at Taryn.

"I didn't know anything about it, Master!" Taryn replied defensively and shrugged her shoulders.

"I wanted to make sure that she was worthy to enter your service, Master!" Veronica said in an urging tone of voice a she looked up at Owen with pleading eyes.

"Are you the judge of that?" Owen snapped.

"No, Master! I only wanted to make sure that she wouldn't run away again! I didn't want to see you hurt by her again!" Veronica said in the most desperate sounding tone of voice, her speech broken up by tears.

"That is not for you to decide? How dare you take on someone . . . anyone, without my permission! Especially, MY MOUSE!" Owen roared and at that point Veronica broke down into tears and sobbed at Owen's feet bending over completely.

"Please, Sir! Don't be angry with her, it is all my fault!" Rebecca pleaded with tears in her eyes as she put her arm around Veronica's waist and started to comfort the sobbing woman beside her.

"She knew better! You can't excuse this!" Owen roared as he glared into Rebecca's eyes and her lower lip quivered for a moment.

"She came over two weeks ago and only wanted to arrange visitation with me. She said she just wanted to see if I would run or agree to letting you see Chris or not. She did it as a present to you, for . . . Reformation Day," Rebecca said, looked down to Veronica before looking back up at Owen. "I told her that I had made up my mind and wanted to come back to you," she added.

"Did you now?" Owen scowled at Veronica who had only just looked up at Owen.

"I told her I was serious, that I wouldn't run again but she wouldn't believe me! I begged her to let me prove it to her that I was serious, that I wouldn't run again!" Rebecca said in a tone that was desperate to be understood.

"That doesn't explain Dee-Dee's betrayal!" Owen roared as he grasped Veronica's hair and forced her face to look up into his.

"I couldn't help myself! When I saw her kneeling there before me, in tears begging me to let her prove herself to me, she . . . she looked so helpless . . . so desperate . . . so s . . . submissive, I couldn't help myself," Veronica said in amongst sobs and tears as her eyes searched Owen's for mercy.

"So you took the mother of my child on as a submissive, behind my back," Owen said in a hurt and disgusted tone of voice before he pulled Veronica up over his knee, by her hair.

"This stops now, is that understood? As of now, you have no hold over Rebecca, is that understood?" Owen said as he lifted up Veronica's dress to around her waist.

"Yes, Master," Veronica said in a shaky, terrified tone of voice.

"Release her! SAY IT!" Owen demanded as he tugged on Veronica's hair.

"Rebecca, I release you! You're no longer my Slave!" Veronica said in a sorrowful manner, with tears running down her cheeks as she looked into Rebecca's eyes.

"Yes, M . . . Dee-Dee," Rebecca sobbed and lowered her head.

Owen then gave Veronica a merciless spanking, loosing count somewhere over twenty, and both his hand and Veronica's cheeks were red when it was over. Veronica was sobbing uncontrollably by the time Owen shoved her off of his lap.

"I want you nude and in chains when you're downstairs! You've lost both your sexual privileges to me and to those of your Fellow-Slaves! Is that understood?" Owen said with a commanding and angry tone of voice.

"Yes, Master," Veronica managed to say before she buried her head in her hands.

Owen looked at Taryn and nodded; she in turn looked at Rosina and nodded; Rosina then she got up to retrieve the chains. Veronica pulled her dress up over her head and placed it down in front of Owen. Rosina returned with the chains and chained Veronica's wrists to each other with one chain and her ankles to each other with another chain. The chains were not very long so she would not be able to walk at a normal stride nor could she put her hands more than three feet apart.

"Take Rebecca home," Owen said to Taryn and started to get up.

"Sir, what about me?" Rebecca begged as she placed her hands on Owen's knees before he stood up.

Rebecca was mortified, and ashamed that things turned out like they did for Veronica. She wanted to show her devotion to Owen and her regret for causing Veronica to betray him.

"What about you?" Owen asked in an agitated tone.

"Aren't you going to punish me?" Rebecca asked with big eyes of fear and urging.

"You are not my Slave so you are not mine to discipline!" Owen retorted with a snort as he shoved Rebecca's hand off of his knee.

"But it was I who made Dee-Dee betray you. It was I who begged her to train me and let me prove my dedication and desire to serve you. I am as guilty as she is in this. Please, if you must punish her, you must also punish me," Rebecca said in a soft and pleading tone of voice that was filled with fervent sincerity.

Rebecca she got up, placed herself across Owen's lap, lifted her dress and lowering her panties as she awaited her spanking. Owen watched in stunned disbelief at the display of solidarity and unity . . . and of devotion. Owen gave Rebecca a hard spanking and she even counted off and thanked him for each spank. When it was over Owen was in a muddled mind, not sure what to think, still hurt and angry.

"Red, take her home," Owen said to Taryn before he added, "Dee-Dee, get out of my sight!"

"Yes, Master," Taryn said as she looked at the departing Veronica with a look that was a mixture of anger and sympathy.

A thick tension hung over the house for the following few days. Owen was still feeling hurt and frustrated by Veronica's behaviour. Rosina understood the pull of doing something she knew was wrong yet had to do. Rosina was the only bright light for Veronica during that time, yet she too felt hurt and betrayed. Karen was the one who felt the next level of sympathy for Veronica. Taryn felt personally betrayed by what Veronica had done because of the conversation they had when she had caught her cleaning late at night.

Veronica tried to show her devotion to Owen by eagerly following her punishment. Veronica would strip nude and put on her chains before she crossed the door entering into the downstairs apartment. In the mornings she would carry her clothes out of the apartment and get dressed in that same cold concrete area. Once she put her chains on she would never take them off until she changed into her work clothes in the morning. Veronica had taken to even sleeping and somehow showering with her chains on.

Work for Veronica and Rebecca was a strained affair with Rebecca still acting very submissive to Veronica even though nothing sexual was going on. Even though there was nothing sexual going on their work performance did not improve much because of their sad moods. Rebecca still fetched Veronica's coffee and fixed it with breast milk, the way that we knew that Veronica liked it. This would get a smile from Veronica, but the lift in mood was only short lived.

By Wednesday Taryn had realized that the tension was doing nobody any good and that Veronica had tried to reach out to her that night they talked. It was for those reasons that Taryn called up Rebecca and invited her over that night for dinner. Rebecca did come over that night and it was a tentative time of reconciliation. After the shock of what had happened the family could start to see the good thing that having Rebecca back in their lives was. Veronica still wore her chains at night and the pain and hurt was still there, but at least the healing process could start.

Rebecca slept at her apartment but spent all her spare time at the Spa, even helping upstairs on Saturday. It didn't take long for Rebecca to start to assimilate into the family once again. This time she was not scared, nor was she running away, yet she refused to have any sexual relations with anyone. Rebecca wanted to do it right this time and instead focussed on settling into the family.

Since Samantha had visited the Spa the previous week, she had been busy and negotiations had been going back and forth, until finally a deal was reached. Samantha agreed to let the family stay for a few weeks and in that time, Taryn and Karen would train her as well as introduce her to the regular customers. When the money finally was handed over at the conclusion of the deal Veronica put it away in one of the family's investment accounts that she had setup, when she had taken over the family finances.

The next day Veronica and Rosina put their two week notices in to their respective works. Rebecca wasn't sure what to, as nothing was official, and Owen had not said for certain that he was going to Collar her or that she was going with them on the move. Taryn sensed this and quietly told her that she had better put her notice in as well. Rebecca hugged Taryn in a teary release of emotion as it was the first real sign that she was indeed becoming part of the family.

Nights were spent with the family sorting through their possessions, deciding what to: take, sell, recycle, give away, and what to throw away. During the day, Owen would run around and get rid of what they were not taking with them. Rebecca started to sort through her own items on the rare few times she spent at her place. Rebecca did not get rid of anything, simply sorted them out and placed it in neatly organized piles.

On Monday of the next week, the last of the official documents the family needed arrived, the name change documents and other documents associated with the transfer of the law firm and house. Finally they were indeed the "Stronge" family, and the last of what they needed to take care of was in place.

Tuesday was a very special day for the family, Tuesday was in fact Owen's birthday; finally Reformation Day had arrived. The family went through the day as per usual and it wasn't until the day was over that the celebrations began. Instead of going to their usual restaurant down the street, they went to a fancy restaurant. Samantha agreed to babysit Chris, so that Rebecca could go along. After the lovely dinner at a restaurant with everyone dressed up in their fanciest clothes, they returned home.

After thanking Samantha for babysitting and bidding her goodbye, they all went downstairs. Veronica started to disrobe in the apartment entranceway, as she had taken to doing anytime she came or went into the apartment.

"You won't need those anymore, go change in your room," Owen said warmly as he kissed Veronica.

"Thank you, Master," Veronica replied in teary gratitude.

The family went to their respective rooms to change out of their clothes. Rebecca went with Taryn and Karen to change in their room. Instead of changing into their around the house dresses, the family simply put their clothes away and walked into the living room, nude; even Owen. Owen placed the familiar wooden box on the table beside him as he sat down. Owen sat in his usual chair and the rest of the family knelt down in front of Owen, a few feet away from him, in this order from right to left: Taryn, Rosina, Karen, and Veronica. Rebecca was to strip down and wait in Taryn and Karen's room until she was called for.

"What am I?" Owen asked in a commanding tone of voice.

"You are our Master," the four ladies kneeling before Owen said in unison.

"What are you?" Owen asked in a commanding tone of voice.

"We are your Slaves," the four ladies kneeling before Owen said in unison.

"What is this day?" Owen asked in a commanding tone of voice.

"This is Reformation Day, when we pause to remember and give thanks that you have taken your rightful place as our Master and the head of the family," the four ladies kneeling before Owen said in unison.

"What family is that?" Owen asked with just the hint of a smirk on his face betraying his commanding presence.

"The Stronge family," the four ladies kneeling before Owen said in unison.

"Red, approach," Owen said in a commanding tone of voice.

Taryn walked on her knees with her eyes looking down until she was kneeling right at Owen's feet. Owen reached forward grasped her hair and made Taryn look up into his face.

"I Owen Stronge, with the power vested in me by the laws of nature, do hereby claim you Taryn Stronge and make you my Slave, to be owned by me and serve me in anyway I see fit, until I release you or death claims you. Do you submit?" Owen said in a stern and commanding tone of voice as he glared at Taryn.

"Yes, Master," Taryn replied with a look and tone of pure love as she looked up into Owen's eyes.

"From this moment henceforth, you are my 'Mistress,' you will serve me as any Slave does, but you will have authority over all my Slaves. You are to see that my wishes are carried out, and that my Slaves are conducting themselves accordingly. As long as you are operating within my guidelines, you have free reign over any and all of my Slaves. Do you understand and accept this honour?" Owen said in a stern and commanding tone of voice.

"Yes, Master," Taryn replied with a look and tone of pure love as she looked up into Owen's eyes.

"Give me your, Collar," Owen said as he reached up and opened up the wooden box.

Taryn didn't like taking off her collar but complied and handed it over to Owen, feeling like she was handing over an old friend. Owen accepted Taryn's collar and placed it down behind the wooden box as he retrieved her new Slave-Collar from the wooden box and handed to her. Taryn's new Slave-Collar was black and snapped up in the back with three snaps. In the centre of the collar was a large silver plate and on it were engraved two large words one on top of the other, "Mistress, Red." On either side of this plate, was a small plate with, "Property of Owen Stronge" engraved in much smaller lettering. Underneath the large, central plate was a single D-Ring. Taryn smiled and was speechless as she put her new Collar on.

"You may worship your Master," Owen said calmly.

Taryn eagerly sucked Owen's cock, hoping to taste Owen's cum before she was dismissed.

"Red, go back, Cat, approach," Owen said in a commanding tone of voice.

Taryn walked on her knees to where she had been and resumed kneeling. Rosina walked on her knees with her eyes facing down until she was kneeling right at Owen's feet. Owen reached forward grasped her hair and made Rosina look up into his face.

"I Owen Stronge, with the power vested in me by the laws of nature, do hereby claim you Rosina Stronge and make you my Slave, to be owned by me and serve me in anyway I see fit, until I release you or death claims you. Do you submit?" Owen said in a stern and commanding tone of voice as he glared at Rosina.

"Yes, Master," Rosina replied with a look and tone of adoration love as she looked up into Owen's eyes.

"Give me your, Collar," Owen said with a stern tone of voice.

Rosina took her Slave-Collar off and handed it over to Owen, like Taryn she felt like she was handing over an old friend. Owen accepted Rosina's collar and placed it down behind the wooden box as he retrieved her new Slave-Collar from the wooden box and handed to her. Rosina's new Slave-Collar was black and snapped up in the back with three snaps. In the centre of the collar was a large silver plate and on it were engraved two large words one on top of the other, "Slave, Cat." On either side of this plate, was a small plate with, "Property of Owen Stronge" engraved in much smaller lettering. Underneath the large, central plate was a single D-Ring. Rosina smiled and was speechless as she put her new Collar on.

"You may worship your Master," Owen said calmly.

Rosina eagerly sucked Owen's cock, hoping to taste Owen's cum before she was dismissed, but she too was dismissed.

"Cat, go back, Bella, approach," Owen said in a commanding tone of voice.

Rosina walked on her knees to where she had been and resumed kneeling. Karen walked on her knees with her eyes facing down until she was kneeling right at Owen's feet. Owen reached forward grasped her hair and made Karen look up into his face.

"I Owen Stronge, with the power vested in me by the laws of nature, do hereby claim you Karen Stronge and make you my Slave, to be owned by me and serve me in anyway I see fit, until I release you or death claims you. Do you submit?" Owen said in a stern and commanding tone of voice as he glared at Karen.

"Yes, Master," Karen replied with a look and tone of adoration love as she looked up into Owen's eyes.

"Give me your, Collar," Owen said with a stern tone of voice.

Karen took her Slave-Collar off and handed it over to Owen, like the others she felt like she was handing over an old friend. Owen accepted Karen's collar and placed it down behind the wooden box as he retrieved her new Slave-Collar from the wooden box and handed to her. Karen's new Slave-Collar was black and snapped up in the back with three snaps. In the centre of the collar was a large silver plate and on it were engraved two large words one on top of the other, "Slave, Bella." On either side of this plate, was a small plate with, "Property of Owen Stronge" engraved in much smaller lettering. Underneath the large, central plate was a single D-Ring. Karen smiled and was speechless as she put her new Collar on.

"You may worship your Master," Owen said calmly.

Karen energetically sucked Owen's cock, and almost was rewarded with a mouthful of Owen's cum but she too was dismissed, too soon.

"Bella, go back, Dee-Dee, approach," Owen said in a commanding tone of voice.

Karen walked on her knees to where she had been and resumed kneeling. Veronica walked on her knees with her eyes facing down until she was kneeling right at Owen's feet. Owen reached forward grasped her hair and made Veronica look up into his face.

"I Owen Stronge, with the power vested in me by the laws of nature, do hereby claim you Veronica Stronge and make you my Slave, to be owned by me and serve me in anyway I see fit, until I release you or death claims you. Do you submit?" Owen said in a stern and commanding tone of voice as he glared at Veronica.

"Yes, Master," Veronica replied with a look and tone of adoration love as she looked up into Owen's eyes.

"Give me your, Collar," Owen said with a stern tone of voice.

Veronica took her Slave-Collar off and handed it over to Owen, like the rest she felt like she was handing over an old friend. Owen accepted Veronica's collar and placed it down behind the wooden box as he retrieved her new Slave-Collar from the wooden box and handed to her. Veronica's new Slave-Collar was black and snapped up in the back with three snaps. In the centre of the collar was a large silver plate and on it were engraved two large words one on top of the other, "Slave, Dee-Dee." On either side of this plate, was a small plate with, "Property of Owen Stronge" engraved in much smaller lettering. Underneath the large, central plate was a single D-Ring. Veronica smiled and was speechless as she put her new Collar on.

"All is forgiven, you may worship your Master," Owen said calmly.

Veronica was the most excited cocksucker yet and didn't let up in her intensity until she drank the juice of life that she had craved for so long. Owen groaned as he unexpectedly exploded down Veronica's throat. Owen had been hoping to save that honour for Rebecca, but he didn't account for Veronica's hunger and raw desire to please.

"Dee-Dee, go back" Owen said in a commanding tone, and Veronica immediately complied.

"Red, is our family complete?" Owen asked in a commanding tone of voice.

"No, Master," Taryn, respectfully replied.

"Is there another, who wishes to join our family?" Owen asked in a stern tone of voice.

"Yes, Master, there is," Taryn replied respectfully.

"Then have her brought before me," Owen commanded with a firm tone of voice.

"Yes, Master," Taryn replied respectfully to Owen before she turned to Veronica to say, "Bring out, Rebecca,"

"Yes, Mistress Red," Veronica replied, her face and manner was awash with gratitude as she got up. It wasn't long before a nude Rebecca walked into the room with her eyes facing down and continued walking until she could finally kneel down right at Owen's feet. Owen reached forward grasped her hair and made Rebecca look up into her face.

"I Owen Stronge, with the power vested in me by the laws of nature, do hereby claim you Rosina Moore . . ." Owen started out but was cut off in the most inappropriate of times.

"Stronge!" Rebecca said in a loud yet submissive tone.

"Excuse me?" Owen asked in confusion.

"My name is Rebecca Stronge, Sir, I already changed it," Rebecca said in a quiet and submissive tone of voice and in reply Owen just smiled.

"I Owen Stronge, with the power vested in me by the laws of nature, do hereby claim you Rebecca Stronge and make you my Slave, to be owned by me and serve me in anyway I see fit, until I release you or death claims you. Do you submit?" Owen said in a firm and commanding tone of voice as he smiled at Rebecca.

"Yes, Master," Rebecca replied with a look and tone of adoration love as she looked up into Owen's eyes.

Owen retrieved Rebecca's Slave-Collar from the wooden box and handed to her. Rebecca's Slave-Collar was black and snapped up in the back with three snaps. In the centre of the collar was a large silver plate and on it were engraved two large words one on top of the other, "Slave, Mouse." On either side of this plate, was a small plate with, "Property of Owen Stronge" engraved in much smaller lettering. Underneath the large, central plate was a single D-Ring. Rebecca cried tears of joy and while she had a hard time seeing, she was able to put her new Slave-Collar on.

"You are my Slave so now you have earned the right to call me 'Master.' I hereby christen you with the Slave-Name of 'Mouse,' because to me you will always be that timid little mouse of a woman I met at Heather's," Owen said confidently, with a smile.

"Thank you, Master, I love it," Rebecca replied with a blissful and satisfied smile.

"You're welcome, Mouse. You may worship your Master," Owen said with a broad grin.

Rebecca eagerly sucked Owen's cock, making love to her new Master through his cock. Time stood still as Rebecca slowly and lovingly teased and made love to her Master's fleshy appendage.

"Mouse, take your place," Owen said while Rebecca still nursed on his cock.

"Yes, Master," Rebecca said and a shiver ran down her spine to finally be able to call her Sir, her Master.

Rebecca walked on her knees to kneel down beside Veronica.

"Red, is our family complete?" Owen asked in a commanding tone of voice.

"Yes Master," Taryn, respectfully replied.

"Then I declare The Reformation Day Ceremony complete," Owen said with a warm smile.

Once that was said there were hugs all around as everyone expressed their love for the old and new members of the family alike. Rebecca truly felt like she belonged and he soul was at peace to be one with Master and his family . . . her family.

"You know, it's customary, for a new Slave to express her devotion to Mistress Red by worshiping her," Veronica said with a conspiratorial giggle as she poked Rebecca in the ribs.

Rebecca's eyes went wide and she looked over at Veronica and then over at Taryn.

"You don't have to, I know it's not your thing," Taryn said to Rebecca in a comforting and reassuring manner.

"May I?" Rebecca asked with eagerness and delight in her eyes.

"If you want to," Taryn replied with a giddy giggle, "I won't stop you!" she added with a wink to Rebecca.

Taryn sat down in the middle of the couch and positioned her pussy at the edge of the couch, lying back to get ready to have her pussy licked. Rosina placed a few pillows behind Taryn so as to make her more comfortable. Rebecca crawled on her hands and knees with her eyes fixated on Taryn's now lewdly displayed pussy. As she walked to eat her new Mistress's pussy her own breasts were hanging down obscenely below her, swinging back and forth captivating Karen and Rosina's attention. Rebecca did not pause or delay her rug-munching at all; she simply started eating Taryn's pussy as soon as her tongue was able to.

"Dam, will you look at those tits!" Rosina said in amazement as she openly ogled Rebecca's large breasts.

Veronica put her head between Karen and Rosina and put an arm around each of their heads and said, "Those babies work you know."

Karen and Rosina looked at Veronica and then each other with a wide-eyed expression. In a flash Karen and Rosina were on their backs on either side of Rebecca and positioning their eager mouths to Rebecca's dripping nipples. Just as Rebecca looked down to see what was going on she saw Karen and Rosina latch on to one of her nipples each and begin nursing. Rebecca almost creamed herself right then and their not only at the sight but at the sensations that racked her body. Rebecca eagerly threw herself into the slit-licking that she needed to give at that moment. Veronica didn't want to be left out so she crawled up onto the couch.

"Care for a treat?" Veronica asked Taryn as she stroked her pussy next to Taryn's face.

"I was hoping you'd ask!" Taryn replied in a husky tone of voice, before she said, "Save me some milk you too!" as Veronica positioned her pussy over Taryn's face.

"No guarantees, Mistress Red!" Rosina said, breaking her contact with Rebecca's nipple just long enough to speak.

"Here, Here!" Karen added, slurring her words as she never completely broke contact with Rebecca's nipple.

"It looks like the baby is going to go on formula!" Veronica giggled as the pleasure of Taryn's pussy eating was starting to wash through her.

"Honestly, I think weaning you lot will be the hardest and take the longest!" Rebecca replied in a delightful giggle, happy beyond belief for the situation she was in.

"Mind if I join?" Owen asked just as he sunk his cock in to Rebecca's unsuspecting pussy.

"I thought you forgot about me, Master," Rebecca said as she let out a long low moan.

Rebecca had to pause for a moment to revel in the sensations of having her Master's cock stuffed into her pussy before she continued her pussy-lapping of her Mistress. Owen energetically fucked his newest Slave and it was no surprise that she came first, with Taryn a close second and Veronica a distant third. Owen lasted longer than usual and that was just fine with Rebecca. Taryn and Veronica replaced Karen and Rosina suckling on the lactating woman's breasts. Karen spread her legs before Rebecca for her first pussy licking from her new Fellow-Slave. Karen was more than happy to have Rosina sit on her face so she could taste the young woman's pussy once again. Rebecca came again and this time it was enough to push Owen over the edge and as she felt her Master's cum flooding the depths of her pussy she wondered if she could get pregnant this soon after giving birth. Karen was amazed at the skill and talent that Rebecca had in pleasing a woman and came on her face with a vengeance. Rosina was the last to cum and almost thrashed herself off of Karen's face.

When Owen withdrew his spent cock from Rebecca's pussy, that pussy dripped with the combination of their love-juices. Four tongues fought and danced around each other, all eager to lick up as much as they could get of the nectar. That was just the beginning of a very wild night, and by the end of if Rebecca had a chance to lick each woman's slit and they had a chance to lick hers. Soon enough though, the night was over and everyone needed to get at least a few hours of sleep.

"Set your alarm clock for five-thirty and come wake me," Rosina said to the collapsed heap of quivering womanly flesh who had by now started to drift off to sleep on the couch.

"Sure, Cat, the tradition, I remember," Rebecca said as she drifted off to sleep.

That next morning, while Rebecca did look and feel like hell she did wake up and have the traditional breakfast and chat with Rosina and serve Owen breakfast in bed thereafter. Since this was a workday, everyone needed to get through it and somehow they all did but it was an early night that next night.

One more week the family went through their routine yet the made time to visit Heather's one last time. It was a wild time had by all and Rebecca proudly showed off her Slave-Collar and all Heather could say in return was "I told you so." Heather was not happy that the family was leaving but understood they were doing what they had to do.

The leased car was returned to the leasing company at the end of this week and didn't mind paying the small penalty. They were not going to need two cars in such a small town as to where they were going. Even if they needed another car, driving a leased car across the country did not sound like a smart thing to do. The car was nice but just not necessary, their needs had changed.

Soon enough the final Friday was worked by Veronica, Rosina and Rebecca and that night they decided to make it a dinner and dancing celebration night out. Even Samantha and her husband were invited to celebrate the passing of the torch so to speak with regards to the Spa. That next day was the first day that Samantha and her husband ran the Spa all on their own. The family went over to Rebecca's and made quick work of sorting through and packing up her household, in truth she didn't have much. What little she was keeping was loaded into the moving truck, which had been picked up that morning. The family's stuff was loaded up in the moving van the next day, after going to church, of course. All they took with them was packed into the minivan and the moving truck. It was on Monday morning that the family left for their trek across the country to their new home.
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