Chapter Thirty-Eight: Saying Good Bye

 

The remainder of the school year was bittersweet. I decided on the college in Boston, and - surprise, surprise - that's the school that Kari picked as well. A real surprise was that Helen decided to go too, so between them and Sandy, I wouldn't be alone.

I didn't pick up any new JGs for the rest of the year. The only new candidates were freshmen, and they seemed so young from the perspective of a senior. It made me wonder why the initial JGs were even attracted to me.

There were a couple of events that happened right at the end of the year that ended up surprising me intensely. The first was on the occasion of the senior prom. I hadn't been giving it too much thought, but I had sort of assumed that I would be asking Gemma. Before I could get a chance, Helen approached me and asked me to escort her to the prom. To say I was surprised was an understatement. I mean, we had been getting along far better than our initial interactions, and we hung out quite a bit as friends. But really, would you invite as a date to your prom the person who was sleeping with your sister, mother and a good number of your friends?

Nevertheless, she was serious, and I told her I had to check with someone else. I approached Gemma and with some embarrassment I told her that Helen had asked me to the Prom.

"I know, she asked me first," Gemma told me.

"She asked you?" I parroted in surprise.

"She knew that you were planning to ask me, so she checked with me first. I told her it was OK."

"You did?" I asked.

"Sort of," she replied. "I told her it was OK, but that you would have to take me too."

"Wasn't that a little presumptuous, assuming that I was going to ask you?" I inquired.

"Were you?" she asked archly.

"Well, yes," I told her.

"I knew you would," she said, giving me a kiss on my nose.

So I accepted Helen's invitation, and the two of them worked out the wardrobe together. Their outfits were beautiful matching blue gowns, though not nearly as risqué as Helen's sister's had been. I danced with all of the graduating JGs, though most of the dancing was with either Helen or Gemma. Gemma actually had a lot of fun, doing all she could to get me rock hard right before I was to slow dance with Helen.

"Oh, stop being silly! I know you have a hard on, and I don't mind!" Helen told me, pulling me closer to her, after I tried hard not to press it into her. "It's not like I haven't seen it before!" It was true.

"Why did you want to come with me tonight?" I asked, holding her close.

"Well, it's weird. I mean, in a bizarre way, you're something like a cross between a step-father, a brother-in-law and a friend. But when I got right down to it, I looked around at the boys in the school, and I decided that of all the guys, you were the one that I would want to go to prom with, given a chance. I realized that you probably wouldn't think of it, and that you were likely taking Gemma, so I knew I'd have to ask you."

"Really?" I asked. "I'm the one you'd want to go with? Our relationship is not exactly conventional."

"I know, and I know that we started off a little rocky, but despite the fact that you're porking my whole family, I've really come to like you as a person. I think you're a really nice guy, and I like spending time with you. Is that so weird?"

"Sort of, yeah," I said with a laugh. "But to be honest, I enjoy your company too."

"Well good," she said, molding her body back into mine. "Just don't think that because it's prom you're going to get any from me. You've got Gemma for that!"

And I did spend the night with Gemma, but Helen stayed with us remarkably late. We dropped her off when Gemma indicated that we could do that, or Helen could watch us go at it. Helen demurred, and we dropped her off before I took Gemma to a nice hotel and tried to say good bye to her in a proper and fitting way.

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The second surprising turn of events occurred during a conversation I had with Cheri. I was over at the Harrisons', and I was on their computer, browsing apartment listings in Boston with Kari. I knew that having Kari with me sort of precluded living in a dorm; I knew that they didn't allow hotplates, so I sort of assumed that they would frown on people bringing their sex slaves with them to the dorm.

Cheri walked by and saw what we were doing, and she said, "You don't have to bother doing that."

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"I already got us an apartment," she told me.

"You what!?" I asked in surprise.

"I said that I already got us an apartment," she repeated calmly. "Actually, it's more like a townhouse."

"What do you mean us?" I asked.

"I mean you, Kari, Helen and myself," she said.

"You?" I asked dumbly.

"Me," she replied.

"But ... but ..." I sputtered.

"Look, you promised me that you would not cast me aside unless it was better for me," she explained. "I can't think of any way that it would be better for me, so I assumed that you would want to keep me. Therefore, I arranged for a place for us all to live. Besides, with Helen and Karen in Boston with you, what do I have for me here?"

It was true, what she said about the promise. However, as I had done with Suzy, I had been actively looking for someone to replace me. With my parents' help, I found some people looking for a slave like Cheri, and I set up some meetings, but so far Cheri had not found anyone that satisfied her. I had been continuing to look, but Cheri apparently took that decision out of my hands.

I sat there dumbly for a few minutes, trying to wrestle with the thought, but the more that I thought about it, the more that I liked the idea. Cheri was right, I realized. I was not ready to give her up. I looked up at her, and while she had seemed calm when telling me, I could see the relief pass through her body when I raised my head and smiled at her.

"I like the idea," I told her, "although you will be spending the weekend at my house in the dungeon, where we will discuss your presumptuousness."

"Yes, Sir!" she said with a smile, curtsying.

"Now tell me about this place you rented," I instructed.

"I didn't rent, I bought," she informed me. "I did discuss this with your parents first, and they did not object, though I asked them to keep it a secret."

"And apparently they agreed," I noted.

"Yes, though your mother told me I would pay for making that decision," Cheri told me with a rueful smirk.

"My mother is a very smart lady!" I laughed.

Cheri moved to the computer and brought up some pictures. "They are two connected townhouses, three bedrooms each. Your side will have a master bedroom for you, an office and a guest bedroom. On our side, Karen and I will share the master bedroom and Helen will get a bedroom on a different floor."

"We'll be living separately?" I asked.

"I would never want to interfere with your life," she said. "If you get a girlfriend, and want to bring her home, you might find it hard to explain why you are living with a harem of women. I've had them open a door between our master bedroom and yours. The door locks on your side, so you can keep us out when you want to, however there is no lock on our side, so you may enter at any time that you please, for whatever purpose."

I looked at Kari, and she was clearly happy with the idea. "Have you told Helen about this?" I asked Cheri. "She may have been hoping to get away from this bizarre living arrangement."

"Not yet, but I plan to offer her a choice of living with us or getting her own place," Cheri explained. "I'll have a room for her regardless, but if she wants a different place as well, that's fine with me."

"Come here," I said, opening my arms to her. She flowed happily into my arms, and I attempted to show her how happy I was that we were all going to be together next year.

I pushed her back slightly so that I could look at her. "You know, when we visited Boston, Sandy saw your tattoo, and she knows the implication," I told Cheri. "It could lead to some interesting activities when she comes for visits."

"If it is what you want," Cheri said serenely, "then it is what I want."

God, I loved having obedient slaves!

---

The third major event was perhaps the most surprising. Just after graduation, my father called me into his study, where three slaves were kneeling naked before him. I looked from my mother, who still looked fabulous, to Renee to Girl.

"Sit, Jake," Dad told me.

I did, and he asked, "Do you remember a conversation that we had a long time ago?"

"Which one?" I asked.

"The one where I explained dominance and submission," he amplified.

"Of course," I said.

"Given your activities over the last few years, it appears that you have found your spot on the spectrum," he said.

"Well, I don't really feel like I'm fully developed yet, but I know that I certainly enjoy the dominant side," I told him.

"I could tell," he said with a smile. "There have been a lot of changes in this house in the last few years. You've introduced some lovely ladies into this house. But now everything is going to change again. You're going off to school, and while I'm sure that you'll come to visit occasionally, at least to get out of the Boston cold, you'll probably never really live with us again.

"But there are other changes that are happening as well. You know that we've become quite close to Renee. We've decided that it's time for a change at home, so Renee will be moving in with us to be our maid. She doesn't like her job, and it will be good to get Suzy out of the small apartment that they are living in. So Renee will be moving into Girl's room, and Suzy will be moving into yours."

"Not even gone yet, and you're giving away my room?" I asked with a smile, though a small one. "What's going to happen to Girl?"

"Girl has been with us for a long time, but it is time for a change. We have Renee now, and you are not going to be here either. You are going to college, and will be busy with schoolwork there, so we are going to give Girl to you, to take care of your house and any other needs that you might have."

"Really?" I asked, looking over at Girl. She glanced up at me with almost an almost shy smile.

"Really," my father said. "Mary, stand next to me." My mother stood and walked over to be next to my father.

"Girl, come here!" my father demanded. Girl walked to my parents and knelt in front of them. My father reached to his desk and picked up a leash, which he attached to Girl's collar. He pulled Girl up by her collar and lifted her chin so that she was looking at him in the eye.

"Girl, do you remember how you came into my possession?" my father asked Girl.

"Yes, Sir," she replied. "My old master instructed me that he was no longer my master, that I must obey you instead."

"And so, like your previous master did, I am renouncing my ownership of you. You will now belong to Jake, until he chooses to give you away or discard you. Whether it is cleaning his house, cooking his meals or entertaining his friends with your body, you belong, body and soul, to Jake. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she said.

He gathered Girl in his arms and said, "You have been an excellent slave, and I will always cherish the time that you were with us." Then he took her leash and dragged Girl over to me, handing me the leash.

"She is yours to do with as you will," Dad said to me.

"Thank you very much for this gift. I will cherish it and care for it," I told my father.

"I know you will," he said. "I have one favor to ask of you. May we borrow Girl for the night so that your mother and I can say good bye to her properly?"

"Of course," I said. I turned to Girl and said, "Girl, tonight you will go with my parents, but you are not to treat them as your Master or Mistress. Tonight, you will be their lover. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied with tears in her eyes.

"But at 7:00 in the morning, I expect you to awaken me as you would your owner. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Then go!" I instructed.

Girl smiled at me, then rushed up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek before rushing into the arms of my parents. As they left the room, Dad said, "Thank you, son. You take Renee tonight to keep you company." And I did, happily.

---

About a week before I was to leave for school, Roy stopped by my house with Suzy in tow. I welcomed them in, and Roy pointed to a chair and told Suzy, "Sit."

I had been watching Roy and Suzy, and I was quite happy with my choice. Roy was very good to Suzy, treating her well and caring for what she thought and liked. At the same time, he understood what she needed, and he was very firm in his control of her. She had blossomed, and so had he; he had become less shy and more assertive. At this point, he could have had quite a few other girls as well, a point that Suzy frequently made, however Roy seemed quite content to stick solely with Suzy.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Well, I know you're going away next week, and I need something before you go," he told me.

"Sure, what do you need?" I asked.

"I know what you wanted when you gave Suzy to me, and I have to say that I've been quite pleased with her," he told me, looking very fondly over at Suzy, who blushed. "But I also know that no matter how much I take care of her, not matter how much I protect her, she will still love you, the person who saved her."

I glanced over at Suzy, and she was just looking down at the floor. "You're leaving for a long time, and it wouldn't be fair if you left before you said good-bye to Suzy properly, so I would appreciate it if you'd take her for the next few days and say good bye properly."

He looked at Suzy, whose head had jerked up in surprise; this was clearly not a plan that he had shared with her. He stood up and walked over to Suzy, pulling her up to stand in front of him. "Suzy, you are to listen to Jake, doing anything that he asks of you, do you understand?"

Suzy glanced over at me, and eager expression on her face. "Yes, I understand Roy!"

"One more thing," Roy told her, pulling her attention back to himself. "This order does not end when he returns you to me. Whenever he asks something of you, no matter what it is, including, especially, anything sexual, you are to do as he asks, and know that I approve of his actions. Do you understand?"

Suzy looked at him, unbelieving. Roy turned to me and said, "Jake, my life since Suzy has been better than I'd ever imagined, but I know what Suzy wants, what would make Suzy happy, and I would be a poor master if I did not do what I could to make her happy. Jake, I mean it. It would make me very happy if you gave Suzy what she wanted, not just today, but any time that you had a chance to see her. Please?"

I looked at him, as stunned as Suzy was. Tears were in my eyes when I nodded my head. "I knew I had made the right choice, but I didn't know how right I was," I said, and I grabbed him and hugged him.

Roy blushed, then turned back to Suzy, admonishing her with a shaken finger, "I don't want to hear that you've misbehaved!" he said, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek. Suzy was not having any of it, jumping into his arms and kissing him like she was trying to crawl into him.

Roy accepted the affection for a few moments, then pushed her back. "I gave you a job, now go do it!" he said, waving at me and heading out the door.

We both looked after him for a minute, then Suzy turned to me with a predatory gleam in her eye. She stalked towards me, pulling her clothes off of her body as she came. She was nude by the time she stepped into my arms, crushing her mouth to mine.

We kissed intensely, until she pulled back and started working on my clothes. "Wait," I told her. "This isn't the best place for this."

"Then you'd better find the best place, because I'm not going to wait," she told me, uncharacteristically aggressive.

I grabbed her hand and we ran for my bedroom, where she jumped on me again, pushing me to my bed. It was seconds before her cunt enveloped my cock, and then she lay on my chest, her nipples digging into me, her eyes burning into mine. "I love you, Jake," she said quietly. "I always will." Then she pushed up and started riding me, slowly and determinedly. She was able to drag an orgasm out of me before she enjoyed one of her own, but for the next few days, every free moment that I had was spent in or on Suzy.

Before I left, I took Suzy back to Roy. When he opened the door, she jumped into his arms, wrapping herself around him and kissing his face all over, thanking him over and over again. I had already said my goodbyes, so I quietly left them to get reacquainted. Suzy was going to show Roy just how grateful she was; I only wished that I could have done something to show how grateful that I was.

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So there it was. An eighteen year old boy, going away to college. Only instead of just taking a trunk and moving into a dorm, I was taking three slaves and moving into my own house with an attached Harem. In addition to my slaves, I had Helen my friend, Sandy, one of my girls, and it turns out, two more JGs. It was going to be an interesting four years, somewhat different, I imagined, then the typical situation for a college freshman, however one which I was quite ready to experience.

 

The End