Chapter 42: Graduation

The days leading up to graduation were busy ones for Rachel. Besides the traditional end of high school activities, Rachel was spending all of her free time making up for prom night. But she did it with a smile on her face, thinking of what might have been, and what she actually had.

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Graduation day arrived, and everyone was excited. We met Jeff at the graduation with his parents. He looked quite handsome in his gown, as did Rachel. Of course Rachel was wearing nothing underneath, but that was to be expected. I sat with Jeff's parents through the presentations and boring speeches; Rachel just missed out being valedictorian, and the proud parent in me warred with the cautious slave; I shudder to think what a speech by Rachel, wearing nothing but her thin cheap graduation robe, would be like. We watched Jeff and Rachel march up and pick up their diplomas (from a sour looking principal), and after the requisite cap toss, they came back to us to for hugs and congratulations.

"Congratulations guys!" I said.

"Thanks Mom," Rachel replied.

"Thanks Jess," Jeff said.

"It's rude to call Mrs. Miller Jess, Jeff," Jeff's mother said.

"Don't blame Jeff," I told her. "I insisted that he call me Jess."

"OK," said Jeff's slightly disgruntled mother. Despite the fact that Jeff practically lived at our house, we really didn't interact with his parents more than as next door neighbors.

We got the kids together along with some friends, and pictures were taken all around. Then they were off to say good-bye to all their friends. I was hosting a party tonight for Rachel and her friends, so they would see a number of them later, but this would be the final farewell for many of their not-so-close friends. We left them there, and I went home to prepare for the party. Jeff's mom came by as well to help.

Later in the day, Rachel came home. I was in my housecoat, because Jeff's mom had just left.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Yes, Jeff's mom just left," I told her.

"Oooo, I'm telling on you!" she said with a smile as she slipped out of her graduation gown. "You're wearing your housecoat when you should be naked!"

I slipped out of my housecoat and hung it up. "That's fine with me," I said. "The last time you ratted me out for a similar offense, it worked out quite well!"

"Oh, mom!" she said with a grin, and she came over and gave me a hug and a distinctly un-daughterly kiss. Then she burst out crying.

"Don't worry. Calm down," I told her, hugging her and patting her back. "Just try and enjoy the day!" This was going to be a very emotional day.

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Just before the guests were to arrive, I went upstairs to get dressed. Rachel was in the bathroom putting on makeup, and on the bed was a black dress and a pair of black strappy high-heeled sandals.

"Are these clothes for you?" I called.

"No, they're yours," Rachel replied.

I went into the bathroom to shower and I stopped when I saw that Rachel was dressed in the same clothes that were laid out for me. "Is this a theme party?" I asked.

"I didn't pick out the clothes," she said.

I shook my head and jumped into the shower. When I was done, I dressed as prescribed and I put on my makeup. Then I went downstairs and found Rachel. I pulled her over to the mirror and we stood side by side, each of us in the sandals and short black dress, and nothing more. We looked good, but the clothes were much more suited to Rachel than to a middle aged woman like me. Nevertheless...

The doorbell rang and I went to open it. Jeff was there, with his parents and Michelle. I wasn't too surprised that Jeff had rung the bell with his parents in tow, but I was surprised to find that Michelle was wearing a short black dress and high strappy sandals. I strongly suspected that if I ran my hands up her leg, I would find nothing but bare pussy at the end.

Jeff's mother looked at me, then Michelle, then over my shoulder to where Rachel was standing. "You didn't tell me there was particular dress that I should wear," she told me with a raised eyebrow.

"My fault," Rachel said, rescuing me. "It was just a little joke that I played."

She shook her head and came in, followed by Jeff, who ran his hand up my leg to check for underwear while his parent's backs were to us. I stuck my tongue out at him, indignant that he thought that I would be wearing any.

Other guests began arriving, and I noticed a pattern as Annie and Camille arrived together, attired in matching black dresses and sandals. I guess that Jeff wanted to have his whole harem for the year together one last time. On the other side of the coin, quite a few of the boys were wearing little pins with the letters 'RM' on them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that these were Rachel's conquests.

The party kicked in, and there were a number of parents as well as the kids, but most of them left by about 10PM. The kids hung around later, but at about 1AM most of them were gone. Eventually, the only people remaining were Jeff and his harem.

"So why did you want us all dressed the same?" Camille asked.

"I just wanted to remember the year that was," he replied.

"Pictures! Pictures!" Rachel cried, and ran out of the room for her camera. Jeff had us all line up and started snapping pictures of us. Rachel started whispering in our ears, and we all turned around, spread our legs, bent over and pulled our dresses up.

I saw the flash going off furiously as Jeff captured our asses to his memory card. Then each of us was in a few pictures with Jeff, including shots of him kissing us.

Finally, Rachel and Jeff said good night to their friends and they all left, leaving Rachel and me alone with Jeff. He beckoned Rachel over to the dining room table, and he sat down next to her. I sat behind her and held her hand.

"We had a deal," Jeff said. "I agreed to own you this year until graduation. Graduation is now over. Did I do a good job for you?"

Rachel had tears streaming down her face. She nodded and said, "You exceeded my expectations. It was even better than what I wanted. Thank you so much, Jeff!"

"There's one more thing," Jeff said. "Please take off your dress."

Rachel stood up and whipped her dress off. Jeff reached over and removed the rings from her nipples. "I promised you no permanent marks. I've fulfilled my obligations as best I could, and I could not have had a better slave than you." He glanced at me and added, "And you."

Rachel grabbed Jeff into a hug and started bawling. I saw that Jeff was tearing up himself.

"There is one more thing," I said.

Rachel and Jeff separated and looked at me. "There is still the matter of our bet," I told Jeff.

Jeff nodded his head, and I knew he understood. Rachel looked confused; I couldn't believe that she forgot what I had told her.

"Remind me of the terms." Jeff instructed.

"We both felt that, despite what Rachel had asked for, she would not have this out of her system at this point," I explained. "Is there any dissent on that point?"

Jeff shook his head knowingly, and Rachel quickly shook her head in embarrassment, acknowledging that she was not over it.

"But we disagreed on what would happen next," I continued. "You were of the impression that she would have a better understanding of what she wanted, and she would be able to select a lover that could give her what she wanted. I disagreed. What college are you going to, Jeff?"

"USC," he replied.

"What college are you going to Rachel?" I asked.

"USC," she whispered.

I turned back to Jeff and said, "I told you that you were naive. I said that when you went off to college she would be right there with you. I won my bet, do you agree?"

Jeff nodded with a smile, "I'd have to say that you did."

Rachel looked up and asked, "What does that mean?"

"It means that he agreed to keep you," I said. Rachel looked at Jeff with hope in her eyes. "He didn't agree to see you exclusively, but he did agree that he would take care of you in the same way he did this year. And he agreed to do it throughout college."

"Really?" Rachel shrieked, and started to move to Jeff.

Jeff held up his hand and said, "Wait a minute. I know that I agreed to this bet, but I can't fulfill it the way that it was laid out."

Rachel fell back into her seat with a stricken look on her face. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You are the one big on rules. We had a deal. How can you break it?"

Jeff shook his head and said, "I won't break it completely, but I can't go on like we have been." He turned to Rachel and said, "Look Raich, I promised your mother something, but I just can't do it. What I can do is take care of you. I can find a few guys for you, I can continue to humiliate you, but I can't make you the campus slut. If you can put up with me toning it down a bit, than we can continue."

Rachel looked at Jeff and said, "But you'd still keep me?"

"Yes," he replied, "but there is another alternative."

"What's that?" Rachel asked, fear showing on her face again.

Jeff took her hands in his and said, "You could give up this quest to be a slut for everyone, and you could just be a slut for one person."

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked.

"I mean that if you are willing, I will take you as mine," he explained. "Not like this past year, where I did everything to satisfy your desires. Instead, we would start concentrating on mine. I would own you, just like I did this year, and you would continue to do everything that I say, but the goal will be my pleasure, not yours. If I tell you to sleep with a dozen guys, it will be because I want it, and you'll do it. If I tell you to sleep with a dozen girls, it will be because I want it, and you'll do it. If I tell you that you have to sleep at the foot of my bed and not cum for a week, it will be because I want it, and you'll do it. If I decide to whip your ass, it will be because I want it, and you'll do it."

"Yes!" Rachel screamed, bouncing up, but Jeff held his hand out again, stopping her from jumping on him.

"We need to set the rules first," Jeff said.

"No rules!" Rachel exclaimed.

"What about permanent damage?" Jeff asked.

"Mark me, cut me, make me pregnant, I don't care," she said. "I'm yours to do with as you like."

"What about respect?" Jeff asked.

Rachel sat for a moment, thinking, then said, "I don't need the rule. I know you Jeff, and I am not worried about losing your respect."

"And what about the final rule?" Jeff asked. "When will this be over?"

"When you are tired of me," Rachel said. "You own me, and you can release me. Until you do, I'm yours!"

Rachel looked at Jeff defiantly while he gazed calmly back at her. Finally he said, "If I am in charge, I set the rules. Rule one, I will not do anything to you that makes me lose respect for you. Rule two, you may end this at any time, as may I. Rule three, you will obey me in every way, following every instruction and accepting every punishment. Do you agree to these rules?"

Rachel barely gave it a thought before she said, "Yes, I accept your rules."

"Then come to me, my little slave," Jeff said. This time, he did not stop Rachel as she jumped up and ran into his arms. She climbed into his lap and they started some serious kissing.

I cleared my throat loudly, and they looked up at me. Jeff looked at me questioningly and I asked him, "Do you remember what the deal was if you had lost?"

"Remind me," he said, his hand sneaking up to tweak at Rachel's nipple.

"I said that if Rachel didn't do as I expected, then I would serve as your slave in her place," I told him.

"But you won," Jeff said.

"I know," I told him, "but by your rules, Rachel can leave you at any time, and you would be without anyone to serve you. Therefore, I am going to be moving out to California with you, so that in the event that Rachel does not serve you properly, I will be there to take her place."

I held my breath and waited for his response. I had been thinking about this for a while, and I wasn't sure how he would react, how Rachel would react. I had clearly surprised him. He looked at Rachel, and she lifted her lips to his ear and started whispering to him. Jeff smiled and then said to me, "When you offered to take Rachel's place, the rules were different. If you come out with us, then I would feel free to hand you out to anyone I wanted, the same as I would with Rachel. That would be OK with you?"

"I would be yours by whatever rules you decide," I told him.

Rachel leaned in and started whispering to Jeff again. When she was done, Jeff said, "I notice that despite the fact that we are alone, you are still wearing your dress. And my little slave informs me that earlier today, you were also dressed in the house when you should have been naked."

Jeff pushed Rachel off his lap so that she was kneeling at his feet. "Rachel, take your mother downstairs and strap her to the bench. It seems that she has earned some punishment."

Rachel came over to me and started pulling me towards the basement. As we were leaving the room I heard Jeff say to me, "We're going to have to pack up some of our toys when we go to California. I just know that I will be punishing both of you willful creatures frequently."

I turned and saw his smile, then happily followed Rachel downstairs, to take my punishment as a good slave should.

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The End