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Helen was busily cleaning her oven when she heard sounds of movement coming from the apartment next door. What the hell? Galen isn't due back for another week! Peeking out the balcony doors, she couldn't see any sign of his company car, and she leapt to the conclusion that someone must have broken in. It's a good thing Mark is still at daycare!
Normally, at this time of day, on a weekday, she would have been at the office, but in honor of his daughter's upcoming wedding, the boss had declared a moratorium on work and sent everyone home early. Helen had opted to use the windfall of a few hours alone; to get a few things done that would have been difficult with a five-year-old in tow.
She hurriedly washed and dried her hands before rushing out to the breezeway connecting the two apartments, forgetting to remove the apron she'd inherited from her mother. Sure enough, the door to Galen's apartment was standing open, held that way with a box of some kind.
There was a rental truck backed up as close as possible to the stairs, obviously in order to minimize the effort required to move things between it and the targeted apartment. Helen examined it, intending to get a license number. It wasn't very large, nowhere near large enough to carry everything in the apartment. They must only be after the electronics!
She had already started back toward her own apartment in order to call for security, when a tall, black-haired woman walked out of Galen's door and started down the stairs. Damn! She's gorgeous! Why does she have to rob people? Odd, though, she's not carrying anything!
Instead, the woman climbed into the truck's cargo bay, and returned moments later with a box in hand. The box appeared to be filled with her own personal effects. She's moving in! It dawned on Helen that the people invading Galen's home might not be thieves, but squatters! It never occurred to her to wonder how they had gotten through security in the first instance.
As the woman returned to the apartment with her latest load she noticed Helen standing near the head of the stairs, staring at her suspiciously. "Hi! I'm Justine," she offered, extending her free hand.
Totally nonplussed by Justine's apparent bravado, Helen briefly clasped her hand, and said, "I live next door, and didn't realize that Galen had moved out..."
"Oh, he hasn't! We're just moving in..."
"We?"
"Yeah, Angel and I... Hey Angel! C'mon out and meet the neighbor!"
That summons brought another woman out of the apartment, this time a shorter blonde woman, who was every bit as gorgeous, maybe even more so. Approaching Helen directly, she said, "Hello. As you heard, I'm Angel."
Helen couldn't stop herself from staring. Yes, you are... After an awkward pause, she stammered out, "I'm Helen Williams..." She paused again, searching for the correct way to proceed, and couldn't find it. She finally just decided to plunge in.
"I'm sorry if I seem nosy or unfriendly, but I know Galen fairly well, and have for the last four years, and he never mentioned either of you. How do you come to be moving in with him?"
The targets of her challenge first looked at each other, then Angel said, "Well, the short answer is, he told us to. You see, we belong to him..."
"Belong to him how? Are you relatives? Girlfriends? What?"
"Not relatives," replied Angel, " and not quite girlfriends. More like... property..."
"Property?" Helen repeated, her voice rising almost to the ultrasonic range. "People aren't property! And I know that Galen isn't the kind of person who would do that to someone!"
"Perhaps that was a poor choice of words," Angel offered, trying to mollify her, "but I can't think of anything better at the moment. Please, don't be upset. Galen wants us here, and we want to please him. I'm sure that he'll explain it better than I can, next week, when he gets back." She paused a moment, and added, "I have his cell phone number, if you'd like to talk to him now..."
"No, that won't be necessary," Helen replied, dismissively. Angel's knowledge of Galen's schedule was reassuring in some respects, and unnerving in others. Besides, she already had Galen's number, and fully intended to call him upon returning to her own apartment. Except that... looking at her watch, she realized that didn't have time.
"I have to go now. My son is at daycare, and it's time to pick him up. We'll talk more in a little while, okay?"
"Sure," Angel agreed, looking somewhat troubled. "Any time."
Following Helen's departure, Angel and Justine looked at each other momentarily, then simultaneously burst out laughing.
"You know this is gonna cause problems," Justine said. "We haven't been here an hour yet and that woman already has issues with us..."
"Yeah," Angel replied. "I guess Galen forgot to warn her about us. We're lucky he remembered to notify the complex security staff!"
"Maybe we should give him a call, sort of give him a heads-up..."
"I think you're right, but he's probably with a client right now. We'll call him before dinner."
"Okay. You're the boss..."
"NO! HE's the boss! I'm just his agent, for the moment."
"All right, all right, you know what I meant. Just let me by so I can put this box down, my back is killing me."
"Oh! I'm sorry honey... let me take that for you... do you want to give him your other news when we call him?"
"No, I think we ought to wait until he's home. THAT's going to open a whole 'nother can of worms."
"Yeah, he's probably gonna need some time to assimilate that, and decide what needs to be done. Oh well. Let's just finish moving in, and then I can prepare supper. You take it a little easier, though."
"Aye, aye, ma'am," Justine gave her an exaggerated, mock salute, and they proceeded to work on the task at hand.
Galen approached his home with some trepidation. He appreciated the warning provided by the ladies' call, but the news that things had gotten out of hand with Helen had not been welcome!
As he entered the parking lot, he saw that Justine's junk heap occupied his designated parking space, so, by default, he had to park his rental car in the visitor's area. It was already too late to deal with it now, but he'd have to return it in the morning. Maybe I should see about buying a new car...
Retrieving his suitcase, toolkit, and laptop, he locked the car and headed for the stairs. Before he could get very far, however, the door to the apartment flew open, and a very excited Angel ran down the stairs to meet him. Justine followed at a more sedate pace.
"Mm...uh...Galen! Sir! I'm so glad you're home!' Angel cried.
Galen could see that the strain of managing the household and making the myriad decisions was beginning to tell on her. She practically flew into his arms, with eyes full of tears. Justine stopped a few feet away, and stayed there until he motioned for her to come into his embrace.
Once in his arms, Justine said, "Hello Master. I'm glad you're home, too. Will you have some time for me tonight?"
He grinned at the two women, and said, "I'm not counting on getting much sleep tonight. My plan is to make time for both of you, if my body holds up!"
On hearing that, the women promptly tried to smother him with kisses, and he actually had to order them to stop, so he could get himself and his luggage into the apartment. Taking advantage of their presence, he handed the laptop to Angel, and the toolkit to Justine, and directed them to carry those items into the apartment. He handled the suitcase himself.
As he mounted the last step on the staircase, he looked up to see an obviously irate Helen standing hipshot on the breezeway connecting his apartment with hers.
"We have to talk," she growled. He swallowed hard, and nodded.
"When?" he queried.
"Tomorrow morning," she said. "It's shithead's (her pet name for her ex) day with Mark. He won't be here, of course, but his mother has already asked if she could pick up her grandson. You, me, and both of them. I'll call you. Okay?"
"Um... okay... Is there something specific I should be thinking about?"
"No," she spat. "I don't want you to have time to make up the answers!"
"Why all of a sudden do you distrust me?" he demanded.
"Because before now, I never knew that you might be a person who could own another human being!" She turned on her heel and stalked back to her apartment.
Entering his own apartment, Galen dropped his suitcase on the floor, closed the door, and managed to forget, for the moment, the pending confrontation with his friend and neighbor.
The ladies had decided to take advantage of his delay, and change into, shall we say, more visually stimulating attire. Angel was wearing her harem-girl outfit - the one she'd been wearing when they'd first met, and Justine had donned a corset, garter belt, and stockings.
The women were sitting on the loveseat, in a tableau obviously designed for his viewing pleasure. They had left sufficient space between for him to join them, and he took the hint. As he did, they closed the space between, so that he found himself sandwiched between the two warm, lovely bodies, as they kissed him about the face, and caressed every part of him they could reach. He simply gave himself up to the sensation.
After a short time, however, a familiar emptiness began to assail him, distracting him from the pleasure that his ladies were intent on providing. When it became impossible to ignore, he said, "Ladies, I hate to interrupt, but it's been a really long time since lunch. Do we need to order in?"
"No, Sir," Angel replied. "I am preparing a nice roast, and some vegetables for your dinner, and Justine has selected a suitable wine. If you'd like we can put your welcome on hold for a while, and you can shower and change. By the time you're done, dinner will be ready."
"I really do hate to break this up, but I think it's for the best, right now," he decided.
Reluctantly, the women allowed him to push himself upright and stand. As he was doing so, Justine asked, "Would you like some help in the shower?"
He gazed at her as he considered his answer.
"No, you'd have to remove those," he said, nodding at her costume, "and I'd like to enjoy the view during dinner."
She was obviously disappointed with not being allowed to help, but his comment about her appearance put a huge grin on her face. Taking advantage of the lull in action, he quickly moved to the bedroom, dragging the suitcase.
As promised, when he returned to the living area of the apartment, Angel had served up a gourmet dinner. Oddly, though, she'd only set one place. Assuming the ladies had eaten something earlier, Galen sat in the chair, and started to serve himself. Angel, however, was having none of that. She intercepted his hand, and looked at him with a hurt expression.
"Please, Sir, let us do this for you," she said. Reluctantly, he returned his hands to his lap, allowing her to pile a huge amount of food on his plate.
In the meantime, Justine appeared with two large throw pillows, and placed them on the floor, one on each side of his chair. He watched, as the ladies knelt on the floor, one on each pillow. That's odd!
Looking at Angel, he said, "As new as I am at this 'dom' business, I'll need some help figuring out what I'm supposed to do."
Angel smiled. "We know, Sir, but you are a quick study. I'll help educate you as much as you desire, just as I'll help Justine in her new role."
"Well, what's on the agenda here?"
"Oh, that's easy, Sir. You simply relax and enjoy your meal. If you need anything, you just tell one of us. If you choose, you might feed us, as well."
"You haven't already eaten?" he asked, and saw a look of horror appear on her face.
"Oh, no Sir! When the Master is at home, a good sub never presumes to feed herself without his explicit instruction!"
"Okay, this is beginning to be a little much... What about when I'm working in-town? Are you allowed to take care of yourself? Do I need to give you instructions to feed yourself at mealtimes? How far does this go?"
Angel hung her head and took a deep breath. "Every Master has different requirements. I once had a Master who refused to allow me to feed myself at all. Usually, however, a Master will issue blanket instructions covering most contingencies, like you did when you left us in Statesboro." She looked up at him. "I had hoped you would do something similar, in a more permanent arrangement."
"I can see that we need to talk about this, but for now, I think I'll just enjoy feeding my beauties." The compliment caused both ladies to brighten visibly. Having established what the "rules of engagement" were, Galen proceeded to chow down, and in between his own bites, he would poke a forkful of food at each of the girls in turn.
At length, it became clear that Angel, at least, had had enough food, but was reluctant to refuse him.
"Have you had enough Angel?"
"Actually, Sir, a bit too much. I feel uncomfortably full now."
"Okay. First rule of eating for both of you: When I am feeding you, you are to tell me when you have had enough. I don't want to have to guess. Understand?"
Both women nodded their heads vigorously, and Justine said, "Master, I've had enough too."
"All right then, let's talk. And, as much as I love the sight of both of you on your knees, it makes carrying on a conversation difficult, so I want both of you to get up and sit in the chairs."
When they had complied, he asked, "Angel what's the purpose of the feeding ritual?"
"It has multiple purposes, Sir," she answered. "First, it demonstrates our dependence upon you, our need for you to care for and provide for us. Secondly, it reinforces our obligation to be obedient and available to you. It really has a major role in bonding between dom and sub."
"I see," he ruminated. "I guess we can't really get rid of it altogether, then. Besides, it's fun - at least a little. We might have to regulate it though. I can see where it might become inconvenient."
"Yes, Sir. It is your option to invoke the ritual whenever you wish, as often or as rarely as you wish." Angel lowered her eyes and added, "I was presumptuous, I know, but I felt your homecoming warranted it."
He reached over and lifted her chin, raising her eyes to look directly into his own. "You did fine," he said. "I have a lot to learn, and this seems important to you." Looking at both women, he asked, "So tell me, how often should I do this for your emotional well being?"
Speaking first, Justine said, "Master, I would love it if you fed me at every meal, but I don't think I need it very often."
Angel added, "Sir, I've been a sub longer than Justine, and the ritual is more important to me, but if you could see your way clear to invoking it at least weekly, I would be grateful."
Galen nodded thoughtfully. "I think I can commit to weekly without a problem, and I may want to do it more often, on occasion." Seeing that both women were satisfied with that response, he went on.
"I'll want both of you to take care of your health. That means eating at regular mealtimes, and having a balanced diet. It also means getting enough sleep and exercise, avoiding injury and disease, and having medical checkups on a regular basis.
"You should eat nutritious meals at regular mealtimes - that's an order. When we can, we'll take our meals together. If there's some overriding reason for it, you might delay eating, or eat a meal earlier than usual. If you do, you need to be prepared to explain why.
"Unless for some reason it's impractical, we'll do the feeding ritual at the evening meal, every Saturday. I may also want to do it at random times during the week. I'll tell you when.
"Now, I know that there is a lot more we need to discuss, but for now, I'd like to just enjoy my ladies." He arose from the chair and added, "I'm going to adjourn to the bedroom. Would anyone like to join me?"
He found himself being pulled bodily into the bedroom by two overeager women.
Galen woke to find his face buried in the luxuriant black forest of Justine's hair. He tried to move but found that he couldn't, at least very easily, because his right arm was firmly anchored to the bed by an estimated one hundred forty pounds of firm female flesh. She was nearly as tall as he was, as near perfect in proportion as he had ever seen in a woman her size.
He also became aware of Angel's hard nipples, centered in the soft pillows of her breasts, pressing into his back. She was apparently still asleep, though, since he felt her soft, regular breath upon his neck. Although shorter than Justine, Angel simply was perfect.
Sandwiched between the two lovelies, all he could think of was, What a great way to wake up! Presently, though, his bladder began to complain about the situation, so he set about wriggling himself free of his luscious concubines, and eventually made his way to the bathroom. As he finished his ablutions, he remembered the commitment to meet with Helen, and looked at the clock. It's nearly 9:00 AM already. She could call anytime!
Returning to the bedroom, he hurriedly dressed himself, and began calling the women to wakefulness. Accustomed as they were to waking in their own time, they were obviously grumpy about it, but they didn't complain verbally.
"Helen, next door, is a good friend of mine. I've known her a long time - strictly platonic, mind you - but a good friend, nonetheless. She wants to get a clearer idea of how our relationship works," he told them.
Justine observed, with a wry smile, "You mean she wants you to explain - to her satisfaction - how and why you came to possess two slaves!"
"Um... Yes. You have a way of cutting right to the chase..."
Angel weighed in. "Do you think she'll be able to cope with us... as we are?"
"I don't know," he responded, as the phone rang. "That's probably her. I guess we'll find out pretty soon."
Justine answered the phone, and spoke briefly with the caller. Returning to the others, she told them that it had, indeed, been Helen, and that she (Justine) had invited her (Helen) to breakfast.
"I hope you don't mind, Master, but it seemed to me we would be better off with a home-field advantage. She'll be over in about twenty minutes."
"You did fine, Justine," he told her. "I guess we'd better get ready for company.'
Returning to the previous conversation, he went on. "As I said: she's been a friend for several years. Real friends are few and hard to come by. I'd like to keep those I have. Bottom line, though, it may not matter whether she can accept our arrangement."
"Why do you say that, Boss?" Angel asked.
"Well," he replied, "it's pretty obvious that we can't live here, anyway. This apartment is too small. I'm thinking we need to buy a house. If we move away, any problem she has with having us as neighbors, becomes moot." Amid the squeals, hugs, and kisses, he concluded that the ladies felt that this was good news.
When they had calmed down a bit, Justine withdrew a bit, and said "Master?"
"Yes?" I'm still not comfortable with that!
"There's something else you need to know."
Puzzled, he asked "What's that?"
"Remember you were worried that I might be pregnant?"
"Um... Yes..."
"Well, you don't have to worry any more. I am." She began to cry, softly.
To his credit, Galen was only momentarily immobilized by the shock. He recovered himself quickly, and moved to offer comfort to the distressed woman. Holding her tightly and rocking gently, he asked "What do you want to do?"
She drew away and looked him in the eye, saying "It's your baby. What do you want to do?"
"I want to create a situation that we can both be reasonably satisfied with," he responded firmly. "In order to do that, I need to know your feelings on the issue."
She lowered her eyes, and said, "As you wish, Master. For my part, I would love to have your baby - but if you don't wish it, then I won't." She burst into tears again. "I don't want to, but if you say I must, I'll terminate the pregnancy."
He drew her back into his arms, saying, "Becoming a father wasn't on my radar, but I'm not terrified of the idea." Lifting her face, he kissed her passionately.
"If you want this baby, I want you to have it. What I don't want, is for you to feel that I'm forcing it on you, or that it's being forced on you by circumstances."
Her reaction was predictably dramatic, hugging him tightly and covering his face with kisses.
"You won't be sorry, Master," she vowed, excitedly. "I'll be the best mother for your child that any baby ever had."
"I'm sure you will," he said reassuringly, "but this makes finding alternative housing an even greater priority." Looking for Angel, he found that she had withdrawn a bit, and looked a bit tense.
"Angel," he said, "are you okay? You seem upset..."
Shaking her head, her gaze fell and she replied, "I'm sorry, Boss. I guess I'm just a little jealous. I know I'm being petty, but... you let her call you Master... and now she's gonna have your baby... and I feel a little left out!"
"Come here, Angel," he told her. Reluctantly she shuffled over to his side and prepared to await her punishment. He took her arm, and she flinched. She thinks I'm going to hurt her, punish her! He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.
"Angel," he sighed, "if it means that much to you, you can call me Master, as long as we're in private. I don't think it would be a good idea for both of you to be pregnant at the same time, however."
"Oh, thank you Master!" she gushed, throwing her arms around both him and Justine.
Damn! I'll bet she took that as a promise to get her pregnant, after Justine delivers... "Listen up my lovelies, we've lost a lot of time, and Helen will be here for breakfast any minute! Let's get dressed!"
That sent them scurrying for their clothes, and while they dressed, he went to the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. He'd no sooner begun to work, than he heard the doorbell ring. With a sigh, he dropped everything to go let Helen in. As he opened the door for her, her face was set in a grim expression.
"Come on in," he told her, stepping aside to let her enter. "The ladies are getting dressed, and will be out shortly. Have a seat while I start breakfast." With that, he closed the door and returned to the kitchen.
Instead of seating herself in the living room, however, Helen followed him into the kitchen/dinette area, and sat at the table, watching him. After a few moments of silence, she huffed, "At least you aren't making them fix your breakfast!"
With a wry grin, he responded, "Well, they'll probably pitch a bitch when they catch me in here. They seem to think that feeding me is some kind of privilege." Helen's expression darkened considerably, following that statement.
"What's taking them so long?" she demanded. "Did you send them away, so they couldn't talk to me?"
That angered him. He whirled toward her and shouted, "Justine! Angel! Get out here NOW!"
The women came piling out of the bedroom with frightened expressions, saying "Yes, Master!" in near unison. They were mostly dressed, but had apparently decided that having a visitor demanded complete makeup, and they were still holding some components in their hands. Hearing their supplication, Helen glared at him in anger.
Steadily holding her gaze, he spoke gruffly. "You wanted them here, now. They're here. Ask them anything you want. I'm going to cook now." He turned back to his task, ignoring them all.
Helen sensed a subtle, but disturbing shift in his attitude toward her. She turned toward the two concubines, and was surprised to find them glaring at her, also, apparently angry that she'd upset their... Master! With a quick glance at Galen, who continued to ignore her, she addressed the women. "I'm sorry for rushing things. I was concerned that he might try to scuttle our talk..."
"And what if he did?" Justine demanded angrily. "We are his! If he doesn't want us to talk to you, we won't!"
Helen was taken aback by the vitriolic response. Turning to Angel, she asked, "Do you feel the same way?"
Angel nodded, and, in a more conciliatory tone, added, "He isn't forcing anything on us. This is just the way we are." Glancing around at the others, she ventured, "Maybe we should just tell her the whole story." Justine and Galen were still angry, but both nodded their agreement.
Angel went over to Galen and kissed him, then nudged him away from the breakfast preparations with her hip. "Perhaps you should begin," she suggested, as she took over the cooking, "by describing how we came to meet?"
Galen sighed, and sat down opposite Helen. Justine was still standing at the entryway, so he waved her into another chair. Turning back to his guest, he started to talk.
He told of the automobile breakdown on I-16, and his hike toward the nearest town. He told of stumbling across Mary's Game Room, and subsequently discovering that it was a lesbian biker bar. He finished by describing Justine's entry to the bar, trailing Angel. As he concluded, he looked at Justine and nodded.
Justine picked up the story, to describe her anger at his obvious reaction to Angel, and how she attacked him. "He kicked my ass!" she almost bragged.
Angel joined the telling then, as she continued to prepare the meal, to describe how they had been kicked out of the bar. She told how Galen had taken the women back to their apartment, and the events leading up to Justine's being broken to slavery.
Justine picked up the tale again, to describe how Galen had inadvertently broken her will, and how he had gently inducted her into her current position as his concubine. The distracted smile on her face, during the telling, attested to her pleasure in that status.
Angel finished the tale, describing the concubines' fears that Galen might desert them, and how he had assuaged those fears, instructing them to move to Atlanta.
"So you just moved here on his say-so?" Helen asked, horrified.
"Of course!" Justine responded hotly. "I told you, we are his!"
Angel added, more gently, "Both he and we knew that we didn't have a future there. The only practical way for him to take care of us, was for us to move here."
"But... but... he controls your entire life!" Helen was completely nonplussed.
"Yes... and we like it that way," Angel asserted. Justine nodded her agreement.
Helen stared at the table silently, for long moments. Finally she looked up at Galen and said, "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. I should have known you wouldn't treat anyone badly, at least without a good reason. Rising from her chair, she continued, "I'm still not happy with the idea that you have slaves, but I guess I'll get used to it."
Galen stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Please sit," he asked. "We invited you to breakfast, and besides, we have more to tell you." Reluctantly, she complied, and stared at him expectantly.
"First, the bad news, I suppose," he began. "This apartment is obviously too small for this many people. We are going to have to move into something bigger. The girls and I will be looking for a house to buy, hopefully somewhere nearby."
Hearing this, Helen's face fell. He's leaving me? She felt like heart had dropped through the floor, and her eyes began to fill with unshed tears. Neither she, nor Galen, who was watching, understood her reaction.
He was mystified. I didn't know we had that kind of relationship... He reached over and touched her hand. "I hope we can continue to stay in touch..." She nodded her acceptance, and he went on. "Justine also has some news. It's a bit more positive..."
Oblivious to Helen's distress, Justine announced perkily, "I'm pregnant! I used an OTC test kit, but the result was extremely positive! I'll start looking for an OB/GYN on Monday."
As Angel served up breakfast, Helen stared blankly at Justine. That tears it. He isn't likely to want a Plain Jane like me, when someone that pretty wants to have his babies... She picked at her food for a few minutes while the others chattered on, ultimately giving up the pretense of eating.
Rising from her chair, she announced, "I'm sorry, it's delicious, but I'm just not very hungry right now. I think I'll just go back to my apartment and lie down for awhile." She paused, looked at Galen, and said "I hope you are all very happy together." With that, she turned and left the apartment and its mystified occupants.