Chapter 12

I had the girls move all their clothes and dressers down the basement later that week. It made sense, the washer and dryer were down there as well as the new shower we installed. So whenever they came home they first went downstairs and stripped, showered and performed their duties. I did provide a robe incase they had to answer the door, but the house rule was, no clothes or garments of any kind.

As the days and weeks went by we all settled into our routines and I was at peace with the girls and the world. Work went well for all of us, the girls being more focused and professional, no games, all business. I kept them in a fairly aroused state all the time now and they welcomed any command regarding sex from me, even if it was with each other to amuse me they eagerly performed. I routinely reinforced their conditioning and Sandy surprisingly enough became absolutely reliable and obedient following any instruction issued by me without hesitation. Even if I set her up to perform a task, at a certain time days, and then later weeks from now. She would perform exactly then and there, as commanded, without another word, or a reminder on my part, I was amazed.

Missy continued the search for a new House; she scheduled 2 for us to look at next Saturday. We were beginning to raise some eyebrows in the neighborhood although I though we were inconspicuous, apparently not inconspicuous enough. Missy and I looked at the houses but were unable to find what we sought. We discussed some things regarding the lives of the girls.

Candice seemed quite happy, Sandy on the other hand was going to graduate next Saturday and we didn't want to deprive her and that meant continuing with her education, college. The location of the local college was remote and would require her to spend the first year on campus. All these things needed to thought through and talked out. This compelled us to search the other side of town towards the college, the rural environment appearing more appealing and travel distances being shorter. Missy set out with a renewed vigor to find something acceptable for our needs.



Tuesday evening right after supper Candice had a fire alarm go off at the store and the fire department called her to unlock the store and investigate. She got dressed and hopped into the car and left. We got a phone call from her saying, everything was OK and she was on her way home. She never made it home.

The Police called Missy; her number was listed to be notified. We discovered Candice Miller died in a head on collision with a Semi. The driver was cited for going left of center; apparently he was refilling his coffee and hit a chuckhole. The steaming hot 1/2 full cup of coffee fell into his lap and as the result of the chuckhole veering the truck off course hit Candice head on killing her instantaneously. This was a difficult time for all of us, the funeral was small, her brother from out of state and us, Missy, Sandy and myself.

We took the rest of the week off work to reflect. Missy asked if she should cancel the meeting for Saturday, I thought about it and decided it might be good to get out. Every time Missy would pick something up that belonged to Candice she would loose it. No, perhaps if we got out I could spare her that torment, eve if just for a short time. Sandy had to get ready for her Graduation and we promised we would be there.

So Saturday morning at 9:00 AM we set out for the new House. It was an hour drive from the house, 30 minutes from work and 20 minutes from the college. The location was good, isolated very rural. We came up a long winding drive to a secluded old farm house, early American type, four bedrooms up one full bath, one bedroom down with a full bath, Huge eat-in-kitchen and a living room, nice front porch and best of all the closest neighbors were 6 miles away. The place sat almost in the middle of 30 acres, surrounded a couple of small lakes and a swamp to the north.

Everything was old and needed work especially the barn since it had burned down some time back. At least in the house the furnace, pluming and electric had been updated so the place was livable. Missy and I looked at each other and agreed, I thought to myself, perhaps it would keep our hands and minds busy and allow time to heal the painful memories of the old house and Candice.

We discussed with the realtor price of the farm and established a contingency that the water and septic be passed by the health department and the realtor sell Missy's current home as part of the deal. It took an hour to sign the papers and we look around some more and by 11:00 AM we headed for Sandy's High School and her graduation.

Sandy looked like the proper young lady in her gown, she accepted her diploma, moved her tassel and graduated, we took some pictures with her and her friends, hugged her and congratulated her as we swept her off and to a very high-class restaurant as a treat and her reward. Missy handed her a card in the car and she was eager to know and asked what I had got her. I told her I would leave her chastity belt off tonight and that she could experience any pleasure to her hearts content. She blushed bright red and thanked me excitedly as she hugged my neck from the back seat of the car and we sped off.

We enjoyed our meal and made small talk back and forth. Missy asked Sandy what her thoughts and ambitions were regarding her future? She said she didn't know and hadn't thought about it much. I asked about furthering her education? She said she didn't think she afford it. I questioned, what if we help, holding Missy's hand and bringing it above the table for Sandy to see. She looked down, very self-conscious; we could see her mind racing, and I simply said, we can talk about it later, if you like, not wanting to let the discussion out of hand as we finished our meal. I acquired the dessert menu and looked at the pastries and cakes available for our selection but "My Ladies" insisted that they were full and didn't want the temptation. I settled for a cup of coffee and waited for the bill.

When we arrived back at home I directed Missy to take a shower as I captured Sandy's hand and led her to the couch. I sat down, she began to sit, but I diverted her to my lap where I could hold her close to me as I spoke.

I told her that Missy and I loved her very much and she would always be part of our lives. I explained that our dinner discussion was not an attempt to get rid of her but rather to give her the opportunity for her to excel and grow as a person. I explained that Missy and I would gladly help her further her education to allow for opportunities and went so far to say that we would be close by, for her, if she needed. She smiled, hugged and thanked me. I said to her, come on, let go to bed.

We headed downstairs stripped, I removed her belt and we showered together, the three of us, nothing like good clean fun.

The summer flew by quickly, end of August the realtor called and we got the farm and everything was set for our move. Some preliminary work had to be done where the hole in the ground was in what used to be the barn. Missy and I discussed many things, our plans for the old place for the house and grounds. I told Missy of my desire to make the barn, look like a barn from the outside, perhaps even run some cows and a horse in the pasture. While the lower floor became our dungeon, while the ground level becomes the garage and the loft, storage. If however prying eyes should venture near, a barn would be all they see.

Missy and I worked our jobs every day and enjoyed each other company. Sandy was settled in at School and she came home on weekends, having to stay in a dorm during the week. We contracted out most of the work and by the end of September the barn was up, wired, water and ready to go. Missy and I felt we could do the rest ourselves and we put a sub floor in and stared to make it comfy down under the barn, with a little paint, some chains and old beams, soon it truly resembled a Dungeon. Except it had the essentials, running hot and cold water, toilets, shower, even a large foam mattress covered in black vinyl.

Sandy called, for me to pick her up since she couldn't have her car on campus in her first year. I brought her home, She was so depressed, she wanted to quit school and come home for good. She didn't have any friends. She struggled with her classes. She unloaded on me as we drove home. I assured her that I'd do something to help her. After we pulled in the drive I stopped the car pulled her cuffs and a blindfold from the glove box and tossed them in her lap, and reminded her of her place. She had difficulty suppressing a smile as she buckled the cuffs and set the blindfold in place.

I drove into the barn and closed and locked the door, then went back for my willing captive and helped her form the car and led her down stairs where Missy was putting the finishing touches on our playroom as we entered, she smiled and held her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle. Across the one wall doors appeared, actually there were 5 cells, each with a small bed mat and a bedpan, and each with a steel prison like door. I gathered Sandy's long hair and led her to the far left cell and reconfirmed her thoughts of who was in control. I told her to "Strip", and she quickly removed all her clothes and left them in a heap. I fastened her cuffs behind her and nudged her gently forward into the cell, making sure to slam the door for effect. She spun around as she heard snap shut. I reached in and removed her blindfold and watched for effect, I saw shock, perhaps terror, definitely uncertainty until she saw Missy behind me. That's when curiosity got the better of her, examining the possibilities. As I placed my hand between the bars she came closer, spread herself and moved onto my hand with her pussy, offering herself to me, Missy was amused and came up and joined us and grasped both her nipples and tugged her closer yet. Her body was moving towards the cold bars as her tits were extending through the openings. Missy held on to them twisting and tugging the nipples taught as Sandy tried to follow.

Missy asked softy "Your thoughts Cunt" with me standing next to her, my hand still feeling for her dampness with was quickly turning to a very wet and slippery little girl. Sandy stammered, "Please Mistress, accept all that I am as your humble and grateful servant", Missy smiled and told her, "First my hot little cunt you will prove yourself worthy" as she released her.

We moved away and Missy hinted we go upstairs and we did. When we got upstairs she laughed and hugged me and said, "Wow that was fun, what a rush". I told Missy about the chat Sandy and I had on the way home and how down on herself she was. We discussed a plan to cheer her up, how we would treat our pet and what we planed to do with her, one thing was for sure, she was over her depression.

After an hour we returned to her and held out her collar, which she accepted without hesitation. I opened the cell and clipped a lead to her collar and she followed in tow to where Missy was waiting for her.

She took hold of Sandy's collar and began to speak to her in a quiet voice. "Cunt, pay attention" (Missy called her) every young woman should be held in high esteem, placed on a pedestal, for all to look up to see. As Missy led Sandy to a 3-foot high and 3-foot round table, that had holes around the edge of it and was bolted to the floor. Missy continued, Get your ass up on your pedestal Cunt, as she cropped her butt to emphasize her options.

Sandy jumped right up, and when Missy tapped between her knees she spread herself quickly. Missy strapped in Sandy's ankles to the tabletop and released her cuffs, just to reattach them to a bar. The bar was then raised and Sandy found herself stretched out completely. Her Mistress hands roamed her features freely making her even wetter, demanding her to be still and quiet. While Missy probed her cunt deeply, and then transferred her super slippery finger to her anus. While increasing the pressure and sinking her gloved finger past the second knuckle up her ass and rotating it as she tapped her ass cheek with her crop. Sandy's ass began to buck forward to the rhythm of the crop, thrusting her snatch forward until Missy clamped her mouth over her clit. Sandy came screaming wildly pulling at her bonds, Missy's tongue showed no mercy and continued to lash Sandy's clit with the same vigor as the crop flailed her behind. Never had I seen them so wild together, so into each other matching each other's desires. I helped Missy get her down and we went to the house and turned in for the night.

In the morning after breakfast the three of us walked through the pastures together, while I tightened the loose strands of fence wire, and we talked about everything that was on Sandy's mind. When she was done, I asked her what it would take to make things bearable for her at school. She thought for a long time and answered, I miss you guys a lot, maybe if I had some friends, a little help with the stuff I don't understand and class assignments, it might not be so bad and next year I can commute I won't have to stay on campus. That started a blurry-eyed group hug right then and there. I suggested "Ladies if were going to keep this up, we'd better take it inside".





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