My Dear Sweet Slave: Final Chapter

Chapter Nine



Isaac and the girls were in walking down the expansive hallways of the Maine Mall, moving from store to store. Isaac had decided to take them shopping and spoil them a little, so of course he was carrying the bags and covering most of the purchases. The smiles of their faces were priceless, but hauling the countless bags of clothes, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought that he now felt like THEIR slave.



Blood splattered across the movie screen in the newest horror movie released, with Alice, Holly, and Donna trying to sink into their theater seats while struggling to work up the courage to watch the film. The four of them had been trying to pick a movie to go out and see, when Alice spontaneously suggested seeing the ghost film and daring Holly and Donna to watch it without once covering their eyes. Whoever lasted the longest would get Isaac and the bed all to themselves that night.

Donna had gotten in on the action, believing her age and maturity would ensure her success, but more than halfway into the movie, she appeared just as terrified as Alice and Donna. Whether she just had a strong aversion to horror movies or the time spent around her fellow slaves had made her more childish, Isaac didn’t know, but he sure found it amusing. To think, two masochists and a grown woman would turn into scared hermit crabs when watching a horror movie. This certainly made the bet more complicated.



It was early August when Isaac and his slaves climbed out of Donna’s car in the parking lot behind the beach. Having come on a Tuesday, they expected the beach to be empty, Donna and Holly had even taken days off from work for this, but it seemed like a lot of people had the same idea and wanted to enjoy the beautiful day.

It certainly was perfect beach weather, barely a cloud in the sky, high 70’s, and a gentle breeze carrying the sea’s salty aroma. Oh well, it was certainly less crowded than it would be on the weekend, they would just have to walk a little if they wanted privacy.

“Oh God, what the hell was I thinking when I bought this thing?!” Donna cursed, referring to the bathing suit she was wearing under her clothes. She loved it when she originally got it, but it had taken a lot of coaxing to get her to put it on and come out of the safety and privacy of the apartment.

“You thought that it would make you look beautiful and sexy. Nothing has changed since then,” Isaac assured her, pulling the cooler out of the back of the car.

“Beautiful and sexy, more like old woman trying to look as slutty as possible! I should probably just keep my clothes on while we’re here.”

“Come on, Donna! You’re going to look fantastic! Please take off your clothes!” Holly begged.

“Yeah! We haven’t gotten to see you in it yet!” Alice added.

“Come on, Donna. I guarantee you, you’ll look breathtaking!” Isaac encouraged.

Donna finally gave a low sigh. “Fine.”



Everyone who saw Holly and Donna found themselves unable to look away, men feeling lust and women feeling jealousy. Holly was dressed in a skimpy dark blue bikini, struggling to hold in her breasts with the bottom portion barely covering her ass. She had a smile on her face, relishing the feeling of men’s gazes and their eyes crawling up every inch of her body, knowing that she would always hang out of their reach and would belong solely to her Master.

Next to her was Donna, wearing a one-piece that consisted of a thong, that instead of wrapping around the waist, actually split and stretched upwards into the two shoulder straps, going up over her breasts, rejoining behind her neck her neck, and then stretching down her back to rejoin the thong nestled between her ass cheeks.

It was daring to say the least, with both her pussy and nipples so barely covered that Donna felt like one wrong move would leave her completely exposed. Hell, the straps over her areolas were only a few inches wide, not to mention the thong was so thin that she felt like it would slip right in between her pussy lips and leave her labia fully exposed. She could have covered more of her body with just her hands.

But she had to admit, the bathing suit did make her feel sexy. The strap design seemed to reinforce the size of her breasts, since they stretched between her nipples and pussy less like a piece of clothing and more like the strings of two longbows. Plus, while she did feel like something would slip at any moment, the suit seemed have been somehow designed to prevent a wardrobe malfunction. Whether it was some kind of use of friction or a specific weave in the fabric, it held onto her without restricting her movement or causing chafing, and her confidence in it was growing with each step.

It made her forget her age and feel unstoppable and unchallenged in sexiness. However, the only way she could work up the courage to actually walk out without her clothes was with Isaac securing her dog collar around her throat. He normally avoided putting the collars on the girls in public because it could reveal the unique nature of their relationship, but with everyone staring at her suit, the collar would never be noticed. It was strange, but wearing the collar—the physical proof of Isaac’s ownership of her body—actually lessoned the embarrassment she felt in the bathing suit.

Not to toot his own horn, but Isaac thought that he was getting a similar reaction from the people on the beach. His job had certainly granted him a physique that made women horny and men feel outclassed. And of course there was Alice, hiding beneath a wide sunhat and wearing a simple one-piece, lacking the confidence in her body to go with any kind of bikini.

Seeing Donna and Holly in their swimsuits was reminding her of the vast physical differences between them. Other than maybe the rare pedophile, all eyes were on Holly and Donna. She forced herself to ignore it and repeatedly reminded herself that as long as Isaac loved her body, she didn’t care how she looked.

They walked a bit down the beach, making absolutely sure they were far away from everyone else. Certain that they had privacy, they laid out several towels, a couple beach chairs, and put down the cooler full of food and drinks and a bag full of other beach stuff. Beneath the towels, they laid out one of Isaac’s large work tarps, which would help keep the sand at bay.

A late night purchase involving alcohol and an infomercial, Isaac set up a beach tent, large enough to park a Hummer under, with draped sides that could be lowered for privacy while also allowing air to pass through if desired. Finally he could stop regretting buying this thing.

“I can’t wait to get in that water, we never went to the beach at the orphanage,” said Holly with a stretch.

“I’ll race you!” Alice giggled, getting to her feet and running to the water with Holly scrambling to catch up.

“Are you coming, Master?” Donna asked.

Sitting in a beach chair in the shade of his tent with a cold beer in his hand, Isaac shook his head with a content smile. “Nah, I’m just going to relax here for a little while. You go on and have fun.”

Donna merely smiled in reply and walked off towards the surf with Isaac staring at her curvaceous ass and watching her swing her hips from side to side with each step. For a good half hour, Isaac simply watched the three girls play, gazed upon their beautiful bodies wet and glistening in the waves, listen to their laughs as they swam and splashed each other, and let his mind ponder this point in his life.

Never did he imagine he would be in this kind of relationship, owner of a harem of three beautiful women, desperate to serve as his sex slaves and eager to fulfill his every desire. But of course it was more than just sex, they all loved each other and fulfilled the gaps in each other’s lives. Alice, Holly, and Donna; they all clung to him because he helped make them whole.

The child who wanted to be loved, the girl who wanted to be needed, and the woman who wanted to be desired, and then there was him, who simply wanted a happy family, and they were more than he could ever ask for.

After working out their bubbling energy, the three girls returned to the camp, eager to lounge. They all lied down on the towels, letting the sunlight shine on their half-naked bodies.

“Master, could you please put some suntan oil on me? Pretty please? I really don’t want to get my hands oily,” Alice hummed coyly, using it as an excuse to get some affection.

Holly and Donna exchanged shocked glances. The sneaky brat! How the hell did they not think of that?!

“Me too, Master! Please!” Holly exclaimed.

“Please rub oil on me!” Donna added.

“Ok, girls, I’ll rub oil all over you. But be patient, you’ll all get a turn.”

Retrieving a bottle of suntan oil from the tote bag holding their beach gear, he poured some on his hands and Alice eagerly kneeled in front of him. He rubbed some of the oil on her forehead and nose then cupped her cheeks, making her smile and purr like a cat. “Such a pretty face,” he hummed before leaning over and kissing her on the lips. Pulling back, he rubbed the oil on her neck, her shoulders, and then her arms.

“Now lie down and I’ll do your legs.”

Alice did as she was told, while Holly and Donna watched with hungry expressions. Isaac started on her left calf, rubbing her with his rough hands before moving up her slender thigh. Alice couldn’t help but shiver in arousal as his hands approached her moistening flower. He inserted a finger into the edge of her swimsuit, sweeping the flesh underneath and brushing against one of her smooth lips.

He moved to the right leg, stroking back and forth across her soft thigh with his hands, rubbing in the oil, then to her calf. Alice had her small feet in Isaac’s lap, and with a smile on his face, he grasped one of them and began to massage it with his powerful grip. Alice arched her back and gave a soft moan as the movements of his fingers shocked the nerves in her feet.

It is said that the nerves in the feet connect to every part of the human body, well that would explain why Alice could feel bliss throughout her entire form. There was a bit of pain as he massaged out the stress, but that pain was pure ecstasy to Alice.

Holly and Donna continued to watch from the sidelines, glaring at Isaac and Alice as he gave the young woman a foot massage. From the way she was moaning and writhing, they wondered how it must feel and compared it to the sensation of an orgasm. They wanted foot rubs from Master too! At last, when Alice calmed, Isaac released her.

“Ok, Holly, you’re next.”

An eager grin on her face, Holly lied down on her back and Isaac applied more oil to his hands. This time, he started with Holly’s feet, moving his fingers back and forth in a gentle yet firm squeeze, working out all the tension and strain that had been building. As a woman who spent all of her time on her feet at work, the sensation of having her muscles softened was beyond bliss.

After five minutes, Isaac moved on, sliding his oiled hands across her soft legs, then reaching under her and cupping her tight toned rear end. He went back to her front, sweeping across her flat belly. Holly instinctively curled up and giggled, both from the pressure exerted on her stomach and the ticklish sensation.

She settled back down when Isaac reached her breasts, slipping his hands underneath her dark blue top and squeezing them. Holly blushed and hummed in happiness from the sensual contact. He pulled her top out of the way and continued to squeeze and massage her tits, thoroughly soaking them in oil and letting them slip and roll in his grip.

They were so soft, yet so firm. So bouncy and full, yet so quick to revert to their original place. With all the oil Isaac had applied, he couldn’t even pinch her nipples without them slipping out from between his fingers, so he merely played with them, thumbing them like the joystick of a game controller. By now he was rock hard and Holly could see it bulging in his swim trunks.

“Master, please let me take care of you,” she asked softly as he lathered her arms.

Isaac smiled and took out his cock, admiring the look of gleeful hunger on Holly’s face as it sprung forth from his trunks.