Reformation Ch. 16

Chapter 16

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

Rebecca slowly drifted into consciousness that next morning and her first thoughts were of feeling snug and warm. As her mind became more awake she felt the odd sensation of a body pressed up against her, more specifically the sensation of a nude body pressed up against hers. She glanced around the room to get her bearings but found that she was in strange surroundings and for a fleeting second she panicked. The breath on her shoulder, the arm across her belly and the cock nestled into the crack of her ass reminded her of the night before and where she was. A satisfied smile crossed Rebecca’s lips as she breathed a sigh of relief snuggling into the embrace of her Sir. She was in his arms and in his bed, so all was right with the world, or was it?

Part of her was happy and satisfied to be drawing closer to him; it was something out of a dream. To be able to start a real relationship with her Sir was something that was just a fanciful thought which taunted her even as briefly as a week ago. Her body had ached to feel his touch and to have him inside her again filled a need that this morning she knew that only he could satisfy. Last night had only scratched the surface of the things he could do to her and even that thought brought wetness to her pussy. Rebecca was powerless to resist him, and she knew it, the closer she got the closer she wanted to get. Nothing would satisfy the primal pull of the urge to be one with him, to be his in a real sense: to be his Slave. Deep in her heart, Rebecca knew that she craved his collar and to be owned by her Sir in a real and practical sense. She knew that she wanted to become the newest member of this odd yet loving family which already had started to feel like family to her.

Yet the religious part of Rebecca could never accept the sinful, deviant and immoral aspects of the lifestyle of Owen and his family. While she wanted Owen to have a part in the life of her child, as any father should, she was not sure how much contact was best for the child itself. While Owen was a good man who treated her and her kids well, he was also an incestuous, polygamist, who might very well teach these practices to his children, that was her deepest fear.

Rebecca kept telling herself that she was staying here because she didn’t have any options, that nobody would take her in. This shaky truth is what Rebecca used to placate her religious side to allow herself to stay with Sir just one more day. Rebecca was a woman torn; she wanted both worlds without having to compromise either. One thing was clear that she would either have to reshape her religious beliefs to be with her Sir or suppress her submissive desires and cling religiously to the strict moral code she had always used to guide her.

As good as it felt to be in his arms, the real reason Rebecca was up so early became apparent as her urge to pee tugged on her bladder. With a groan, Rebecca rolled out of bed and with a hard push on the bed struggled to get up and out of the bed. Instinct and modesty won out over convenience and practicality, as Rebecca hastily put on her flannel pyjamas to walk the two feet of corridor to the bathroom.

In her haste Rebecca shut the bathroom door but didn’t ensure it was closed and locked. As Rebecca sat on the toilet she noticed the crack in the bathroom door, and the slit of hallway beyond. Her pee was in full stream now so there was little she could do about it. She was up a little earlier than she usually was and felt grimy, as a result of last night’s activities, and decided to have a shower.

The prospect of a hot shower drew Rebecca’s attention away from the open bathroom door. She had just turned the water on and had begun to adjust the temperature when the door swung open. Rebecca quickly glanced over her shoulder to see Rosina staring at Rebecca in disbelief as she closed the door behind her. Rosina was as nude as the day she was born, with the one exception being her Slave-Collar.

“What are you doing?” Rosina snapped at Rebecca in disbelief as she put her hands on her hips.

“Having a shower?” Rebecca replied in a puzzled tone of voice. “I could ask you the same question,” she said as she pulled the handle and the showerhead sprang to life.

“Alone? In your condition! You could slip and fall, and hurt the baby!” Rosina said as she rushed to the shower to turn the water off.

“I’ll be fine! I have had showers before,” Rebecca said as she stood up and looked at Rosina with a frustrated expression. “I really need a shower!” she added with a sigh as she put her hand on Rosina’s shoulder.

“If you insist on doing this, at least do it properly, I will help you,” Rosina said in an understanding tone of voice.

“What are you, my mother?” Rebecca asked with a sarcastic tone of voice.

“No, I’m your nurse,” Rosina said seriously as she left the bathroom for just a brief moment. “And future Fellow-Slave,” she said as she returned, holding a step-stool. “You might say we’re sorta engaged,” she added with a giggle as she put the stool down in the bathtub.

“What?” Rebecca asked with genuine shock in her eyes that she tried to hide.

“Well, I heard you and Master last night. What I mean to say is that you seem to be fitting into the family so well that it only seems to be a matter of time before Master will Collar you too!” Rosina said as she adjusted the water to the right temperature, bending over as she did so.

Rebecca’s head was swimming from the developments of the last few minutes. The thought of her kneeling down before Sir, having him claim her and place his collar around her neck made Rebecca’s heart flutter. The delightful curves of the nude Rebecca, bent over before her brought her back to reality, only to drink in her flowing, feminine curves with a hungry eye. Rebecca chastised herself for looking at the young woman in such a light, yet the truth was that there was only nine years difference in their ages.

“Isn’t that wonderful?” Rosina asked as she looked over her shoulder with a sparkle in her eye.

“Yes, wonderful,” Rebecca said while openly staring at Rosina’s shapely ass.

“Then you’ll finally be a real part of the family!” she said as she turned around and stood before Rebecca. “C’mon, time to lose this thing. I’m surprised that Karen still had it! I swear she doesn’t get rid of anything!” Rosina said as she tugged on Rebecca’s flannel pyjamas.

“I . . .” Rebecca replied with a most worried and self-conscious look on her face as she clutched her garment tightly.

“I am a nurse and it’s just us girls,” Rosina said in a reassuring tone of voice. “Besides, I’m nude too,” she said with a chipper tone as she bounced once to draw attention to herself.

With a frustrated sigh Rebecca grasped the garment and lifted it over her head and placed it on the bathroom counter. The uncomfortable look Rebecca gave Rosina let her know that she wasn’t at all comfortable with the situation. The reassuring smile on Rosina’s face tried to convey that Rebecca had nothing to be self-conscious about. As Rosina put Rebecca’s arm around her shoulder and helped her to the bathtub Rebecca felt breast press up against breast. The soft feel of womanly flesh pressed up against her own excited her in ways that she wished didn’t. When Rebecca was fully seated on the stool, she reached for the soap, to begin washing herself. Rebecca blushed and turned away as Rosina stood up and retrieved the movable showerhead from its position up high.

Rosina sat down, straddling the edge of the tub, flipped a switch and the water shot out of the movable showerhead she held in her hand. Rosina moved the gentle spray of water slowly over Rebecca’s body, making sure not to get her face or hair wet. Once she was fully wet, Rebecca started to lather herself up, she was uneasy by the attention Rosina was giving her. Rebecca noticed the intense gaze that Rosina was giving her pregnant gut, finally she had to speak up in order to break the tension.

“Haven’t you seen a pregnant woman nude before?” Rebecca asked with a curious tone of voice as she reached up and started to lather her far arm, in an attempt to slyly cover her breasts up.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare . . . it’s just that . . . well, you’re not just any pregnant woman, you are carrying Master’s child!” Rosina said with a tone of wonder as she looked intently into Rebecca’s eyes.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t,” Rebecca grumbled under her breath.

“And I wish I could,” Rosina said with a growl of envy as she looked down.

“What?” Rebecca asked in curious shock, it wasn’t until she reached out and touched Rosina’s hand that the younger woman looked up. “You do? You want your brother’s child?” she asked with astonished wonder as the two women looked intently into each other’s eyes.

“I have been a Slave of Master’s for four, almost five years now! I stopped thinking of him as my brother a very long time ago! He is my husband and my Master, so why wouldn’t I want to bear him a child?” Rosina replied in a curt and slightly hurt tone of voice.

“Well, I . . .” Rebecca stammered for some sort of appropriate reply.

“What did you think, that we were all just kidding about? Having fun? Playing about until eventually we would get serious and find a man of our own?” Rosina said in a confident and stern tone of voice as she looked deep into Rebecca’s eyes, silently demanding an answer.

“I never gave it much thought, it is all so new to me, and I must admit a bit unsettling,” Rebecca replied in an unsure tone of voice as she wore an uncomfortable expression.

“This is it for me . . . for all of us! I can’t think of living any other way, I love my husband and my wives! More than anything I want children!” Rosina added with a passionate tone of voice before she bowed her head and sighed. “Since I can’t have Master’s children myself, I will have to be satisfied with the ones others bear him,” Rosina said in a sad tone of voice, looking down while she talked.