The rest of the week went by quickly. There were no more whippings, fistings or anal sex. Bob and Emily continued to enjoy frequent and varied sex with the girls. And the girls had their own gentle lovemaking when they had time by themselves in their suite, which turned out to be a late-afternoon tradition. The owners did, however, like to place the girls in predicaments from time to time.

One day, their arms were bound behind their backs. Then a rope was run from one set of wrists through a pulley in the top of the barn and down to the other girl's wrists. All of the slack was taken out of the rope and then Bob continued to tighten it. As the rope grew shorter and shorter, the bound hands were drawn into the air, causing the slaves to bend at the waist. It continued to be drawn tighter until the shoulders were straining and then they were left alone. It was a devilish torture. Each girl could reduce the strain on her own shoulders by pulling downward but that would have the affect of increasing the strain on her slave sister. They both ended up suffering together, bottom-to-bottom, standing bent over in the middle of the barn for over an hour.

On another day, Meg made good on her promise to let them experience pony play. They were each fitted with tack and led out to the corral where Meg taught them how to prance, urging their education with a long, convincing buggy whip. After they had learned how to step like a ponygirl, she hooked them up to a cart and drove them through the countryside. Meg especially enjoyed that day. Seeing two firm, naked bottoms flexing and moving in unison was a memory that she would carry with her forever. And the tiny tinkling of the bells fastened to the four nipples just added to the experience.

But the decision day finally came and since their slavery was started on a morning, the decision was set for the morning.

“Emily, we know that you have been thinking a lot about this for the past week. And we recognize that many emotions must be swirling through your mind. Have you been able to come to a decision?” asked Meg.

“Yes, Mistress, I have,” replied Emily. Jane felt her heart pounding in her chest as she held her breath. “I have had a wonderful time. You have taught me many things about myself that I never would have discovered on my own. But I cannot stay here as your slave. One of the things that I learned was that I enjoy topping too much to be a slavegirl.” Jane let out her breath as an audible sigh.

“I also discovered that I also love being a bottom, though, so if it's okay with you, I would like to return frequently to be your temporary slavegirl. But I would understand if you said no. For the time being, though, I think I want to take my slavegirl home with me.”

Bob nodded slowly. “We will respect your decision and will release the two of you. But we will be viewing this as simply a delay of your enslavement to us. We saw the makings of an exceptional slave in you and saw true happiness in your face. We will own you. But you will decide when that happens.”

“Yes, Master,” replied Emily. “Thank you. And you may be right about owning me. I don't even know myself.”

“Will you be loaning Jane to us occasionally?” asked Meg.

“I don't know, Mistress,” responded Emily honestly. “I have a lot to sort out.”

“Well you take whatever time you need, pet,” said Meg. We lobe you both dearly.”

“I love you too, Mistress,” said a tearful Emily. “And you too, Master.”

“Well now that we are both neighboring slave owners,” said Bob, “we should talk about how to use our properties together for slave training. Maybe some pony trails throughout the estates? But that can wait. You need to sort things out. And we need to find some slaves. We just lost the best two slaves possible so it might take some time for us.”

The two girls walked naked and hand-in-hand back to Emily's home. It was only ten o'clock in the morning when they walked into the house and they sat naked at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee. Despite Emily's freedom, she never donned any clothes for the duration of the day. She had become accustomed to being naked and it probably would have felt strange to wear anything. And Jane, who had been naked for over a month, also remained naked. What surprised her, though, was that she was not bound in some way. The Hopewells had removed their collars saying that they would keep them in a safe place for their return and Jane was now free of any adornment or restraint.

The two girls ambled aimlessly around the house. And then in the late afternoon they retired to the bedroom for their daily lovemaking. They fell asleep in each other's arms and awoke at dusk. Then they prepared dinner and relaxed in the living room with Emily sitting on the couch and Jane kneeling at her feet.

“I'm releasing you, pip,” said Emily as she ran her fingers through her slavegirl's hair.

“What do you mean?” asked Jane.

“Just what I said. Tonight will be your last night in slavery. Tomorrow, you go home and are free.”

“Oh,” said Jane quietly. “Just like that, huh?”

“You are too precious to be held by just one person. And you have dreams and aspirations. You mean too much to me to deprive you of those.”

“I see,” replied Jane. And then there was a long silence. Finally, Jane spoke again. “I will miss this,” she said quietly.

“I will miss it too. You were the most perfect slavegirl.”

“Can I request something?” asked Jane.

“Sure pip,” replied Emily as she patted her lap encouraging Jane to come up to the couch. Jane quickly scrambled up and soon one nude girl sat in the lap of another nude girl.

“I want to remain as your slave, Em. This has been the most amazing time of my life and I don't want to lose it. I have never felt so alive. But can I recommend some changes?”

“I'm all ears,” responded Emily.

“Well I would like to have a career. I think that I should work outside the home but that I should live here as your slave. And I do want to settle down and raise a family someday. But that can wait. But I would like to be released from slavery when I meet the right guy. Until I do though, I want to be your slavegirl.”

”What does being my slavegirl mean to you, pip?” asked Emily.

“It means slavery. No decisions. If you want to cut my hair or pierce my nipples or fist me or whatever, then I am your property to do that with. You could sell me or loan me. You could parade me naked in public or whip me in private. You could do anything you wanted. Just let me have a career.”

Emily wrapped her arms around Jane and hugged her. “And if I bought that strap-on and ass-fucked you?”

“Ewwww!” exclaimed Jane. “Even that though.”

“I love you, pip. And I accept your offer. Your body and mind and soul now belong to me.”

“I love you too,” smiled Jane. “Thank you, Mistress.”