Once the table was cleared Ffion set to work in the kitchen. She had catered for four when she’d prepared the lasagne and was optimistically hoping for C or Jenny to come into the kitchen, allow her to remove the infernal Silencer and enjoy her main meal of the day. Eventually Jenny entered the kitchen and looked around.
“Looks like you cooked a little extra, hoping for ‘left overs’ were you?” her voice heavy with sarcasm. “Bed with no supper for you, my girl.”
Ffion’s heart sank and it must have showed on her face.
“Don’t give me that look!”
Ffion knew it was hopeless. Dutifully she put the leftovers into the compost bin and finished her jobs under Jenny’s supervision. She was allowed to remove the Silencer under supervision to brush her teeth but she had to replace it before going to bed. From her little room Ffion could hear the free women using the bathroom then saying their goodnights. As the cottage subsided into quietness she heard C and Jenny talking quietly together, giggling occasionally. Ffion wondered if they were making love but their voices faded as sleep overtook them.
Ffion woke early and prepared breakfast trays, wondering how long her enforced silence would last. C and Jenny ignored her when she took their tray into their bedroom. Catryn smiled sleepily and thanked Ffion. Ffion was about to leave the room when Catryn called her back.
“Run me a bath. I think I need a good soak.”
Ffion did a she was told. As the bath filled up Catryn walked into the bathroom and peed, then instructed Ffion to help her out of her nightie. She stepped into the bath and settled into the foam.
“Wash me.”
Ffion squirmed mentally at the prospect of breaking that taboo once more but she could not object. Catryn’s body, young and taut, was so much like her mothers had been when C and H had begun their story together. As she cleaned Catryn’s every intimate fold, Ffion subverted her thoughts to nothingness. Ffion was being treated as an object and an object was what she must become.
Later, C came downstairs and found Ffion bustling around the kitchen. She released Ffion from the Silencer to brush her teeth and allowed her to make some watery porridge. All the while it was clear to Ffion that she should not speak and, once she had eaten, she was silenced once more.
Catryn, C and Jenny planned a morning in the art studio, leaving Ffion a list of jobs in the house. The women chatted as they worked. Catryn looked at her mother.
“Are you OK, mum?”
“Yes, I’m OK, I’m just a bit worried.
“What about?”
“About Ffion. I have a chance for happiness with Jenny and I’m afraid I’m going to spoil it.”
Jenny moved to C and embraced her.
“I do love you Jenny, I love you so much.”
“I know you do, I feel your love so strongly and I love you,” replied Jenny, tenderly.
“I should have let H go, let him go, booted him out of my life, let him be miserable for a while but he’d have got over it.”
“Are you having regrets?”
“No Jenny,” replied C. “No regrets. Certainly no regrets about falling in love with you, no regrets about helping Ffion to emerge. I’m just having a wobble. I just don’t know how it’s going to work out. I guess I’m conflicted.”
Jenny held C tight, “I understand. It’s because you’re a soft hearted old thing. Look, we all come with baggage, we all have a past. I know you love me and I know you love Catryn. You won’t stop loving Catryn just because you’ve fallen in love with me. And I know you love Ffion and I don’t feel threatened by your love for her.”
“I know, but…..”
Jenny was firm, “But nothing. I feel so lucky to have you in my life. You have a lot of love to give and you express your love in different ways. You love me as your lover, you love Catryn as your daughter, you love Ffion as your slave.
“But what if I hurt her feelings? I mean, I love the feeling of power, I love her submission, but I’m afraid of the dreadful cruel things we do to her.”
Catryn interrupted, “Mum, think about it, does owning her as a slave make you happy?”
“Well, yes. Emotionally and intellectually it makes me so happy. Erotically, well, what can I say, sex with Jenny has changed my life but sex after punishing Ffion is turbo charged. So, yes, owning Ffion does make me happy.”
Catryn responded, “You know that all Ffion wants is for you to be happy. You have to be strong, mum. You promised her you’d be ruthless and make her into a real slave. Stay strong and enjoy it. Have fun with it. It’s what you want, it’s what Jenny wants and it’s what Ffion wanted.”
“Why do you say its what Ffion wanted. Doesn’t she still want it?”
“Of course she still wants it, but the moment you and Jenny made her your slave, her wants and needs no longer have any meaning,” replied Catryn. “She’s given up so much to become your slave and she’ll happily give more. She wanted to be owned by you as a slave because she loves you. You should respond by treating her as the slave she has become, and that needs cruelty. Do it because you love her.”
“She’s right,” said Jenny. “Think how Ffion would feel if you set her free now. It would be the ultimate rejection. It would destroy her.”
“I’ll be OK. Thanks for helping me see straight. I think I was just missing hearing her voice. She usually sings or chats away to herself when she’s in the kitchen. I keep on thinking she’s sad. ”
“Oh Mum! You old softie,” said Catryn. “I think the Silencer has been brilliant for her psychology. You should keep it up for a while, weeks if not months. It gives you so much control and that feeling of helplessness will make Ffion happy.”
“Do you think so?” asked C.
“Well, not happy as such. She’ll hate it. But the thought of you both as her cruel owners… that will make her happy.” Catryn smiled at her mother and her mother’s lover. “You’re both so lovely, you deserve your happiness together and I know you’ll make Ffion happy too!”
Ffion spent the days doing the housework. Catryn was due to leave at the weekend so her clothes had to be washed and packed. Laundry always made Ffion happy, sorting out knickers by size and style so they were put away in the right place. Classy panties for Jenny, lacy thongs for C, boyshorts for Catryn. No ugly Y-fronts or boxers, just numberless petite delicate panties. Bras were always hand washed: 32DD for C, 36E or F for Jenny and Ffion’s own 38C or 38D. Catryn was petite like her mum but slightly smaller cup sizes. As a scruffy man H had never seen the point of ironing but now, as Ffion, she took pride in making sure that her owners and her own clothes were neatly pressed. One she’d finished the ironing and putting the clothes away she indulged herself with eye liner and mascara. She had to look her best. One she’d cooked she changed into a navy low cut scoop necked top and a coordinating short navy skirt. She chosen a black push up bra with black cotton knickers and hold up stockings. Her earrings complimented her collar and she wore court shoes with one inch heels. Her nails were neatly varnished.
Ffion was ready to serve the main meal of the day. She hadn’t spoken a word for almost two days. It felt as though her owners were imposing a stern discipline on her; her new life as a slave was both exciting and oppressive. The bra and top displayed her cleavage, the shoes accentuated her curves. She felt fine and feminine and as she served her owners she felt part of their lives as they talked about their day together. But Ffion was conscious of her status, mute, servile, awaiting instruction. These were Ffion’s days now.
A week after her enslavement Ffion was still mute as she drove Catryn to catch an early train. Catryn chatted happily but Ffion could not reply.
Catryn squeezed Ffion’s hands affectionately as they drove through the suburbs, “I think you’re going to be a good slave and make mum happy. This is so right for the three of you. And it will make you happy too, but you’ll have to accept the reality of your slavery, embrace it, become it.”
All Ffion could do was nod her agreement.
“I love the way mum and Jenny have taken your voice. Its really dehumanising. Just perfect for you… slave. I wonder how long they’ll keep it up. Days, weeks, months, maybe forever. Just think how that would feel!”
Catryn was taunting Ffion, grinning at the hapless slave.
“She’s doing it because she loves you. She wants to make your slavery perfect. And that’s what you want too, isn’t it.”
Ffion nodded once more. She did want it to be perfect. More than anything before in her life, Ffion wanted it to be perfect. She had joyously made a gift of her freedom but now reality was starting to bite.
“It’s your first week. I’m sure it’s going to be hard adjusting but you’re in it for the long haul. Think of all those years ahead of you.”
Ffion tried to smile as they pulled up outside the railway station.
“I’ll see you all at Christmas. You be a good slave for mum and Jenny.”
Catryn kissed Ffion on the cheek before stepping out of the car.
“I love you really but we both know this has to be done properly. You have to be crushed. But don’t forget, we all still love you. ”
They parted. Catryn sat on the train fretting for her father, knowing that she must support her mother’s ruthlessness. Ffion drove to the cottage, knowing that she would be crushed, that she should be crushed, embracing her choice that she was about to be subjected the next crushing experience She was a slave awaiting the next step to perfect slavery.
Ffion prepared lunch for her owners, was allowed bread and water for herself, then her Silencer was replaced. She cleared the table after C and Jenny had eaten and then Ffion cleaned the kitchen. Once Ffion had finished Jenny lead her up stairs to the main bedroom. Ffion had been so happy in this room before her enslavement when the three of them had slept like kittens but now Ffion feared what might come next. She was asked to strip to her underwear, a white supermarket bra with little blue flowers and white panties. Her hands were bound behind her with soft rope and Jenny told her to kneel at the foot of the bed, facing the door. Her ankles were bound to the bed legs splaying her wide. He bound hands were tied to the top rail of the bed raising her arms up behind her back. Kneeling in her strapado Ffion knew that the stress of holding this position for any length of time would be painful. C walked in.
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