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Subject: {ASSM} Master's Island 10
Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 15:10:04 -0400
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REV Master's Island 10 {Taoman} {Mf+, oral, anal, bi, spanking}
 Master's Island copyright @2000 Taoman. The right of Taoman to
be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in
accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents
Act 1988
Author's Note: This is the complete final revised version. I am
sorry for any reader's frustration that may have occurred due to
the previous version's many problems. I suggest you delete any
other MASTER'S ISLAND files you have archived. Thanks go to
Morgan for his patient editorial assistance in the completion of
this. Comments: thomhobs@hotmail.com




Chapter 10

The three of us sat in the shade by the hut and talked.

The clothed Brittany was too preoccupied to acknowledge our
nakedness. Evidently things had gone from bad to worse with the
older Kimberly. The two sisters had had no fishing success and
the only real food besides coconuts over the past several days
had been a dead sea turtle they attempted to cut up and cook.

"Oh it was SO bad!" Brittany exclaimed with a teenager's manner
of over emphasizing complete disgust. "We had to cut away what
the seagulls had eaten!" The two girls giggled. I assumed the
sisters were at least not starving.

Brittany commented on Jennifer's neck collar. Jennifer lifted her
chin and turned her head back and forth to give her a full
display. She had come to accept it and the collar looked natural
on her as the sole adornment to her nakedness.

"Jennifer," I said, "show Brittany your leash."

She gave me a quick look then jumped up and ran to the nearby
palm to fetch the shiny chain. She handed it to me and I motioned
for her to bend over. I brushed her hair aside and clipped the
leash to her collar. Jennifer stood up and looked at her friend
sheepishly.

"This is what all proper slave girls wear," I said smiling at
Brittany. I tugged the leash and Jennifer responded by sinking to
her knees beside me. Brittany stared at her young friend then
looked at me. She looked down at the sand and moved her feet back
and forth to make a small pile.

"I came here to ask to stay with you too," she said staring
downward. She blushed. She looked up at me. "Kimberly is such a
bitch, I can't take it anymore! I miss you guys."

I gave her an understanding smile.

"You know the rules Brittany," I said simply.

Blushing again Brittany replied, "I will do whatever you want...
Please?"

I let a moment pass.

"Well, slave girls need to be naked for starters," I said. "And
you can throw your underwear in the fire. We will use the rest
for rags." I motioned toward the slightly smoldering rock- rimmed
pit.

I assumed by the determined way the teenager stood up, went to
the fire, stripped and discarded her apparel that this decision
had been previously made. Nude, she came back to kneel next to
her friend who put her arm around her.

"We will have so much fun," Jennifer giggled.

I reached over and unfastened Jennifer's leash.

"Go get that other collar," I told her. Jennifer jumped up and
ran into the hut to emerge with an inch-wide length of woven
colored wire almost like her own.

Brittany turned to me and asked, "How did you know?"

"A good Master can always tell," I ad-libbed. "Now crawl to me."

Looking at me with her delightfully innocent expression she
leaned forward and obeyed. She crawled between my spread legs and
looked up at me with those big blue eyes. I fastened the collar
by interweaving the wire and within minutes the loose collar was
hers permanently

"Sit back," I ordered. She knelt before me. She ran a finger up
to the unaccustomed weight feeling the large attached metal
washer.

"How's it look, Jen?" she asked, looking at her friend anxiously.
"Kimberly will have a such a major fit when she sees this!"

I reached up and clipped the leash to my new slave. She looked
delightfully self-conscious as she blushed under my scrutiny.

"Speak of the devil... here comes Kimberly," I said looking down
the beach at an approaching storm. 



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