Decision Time: Master or Slave?

"I like it, Daddy," she said sweetly, looking up at him adoringly. She turned to Cecil and Massoud. "Which parts are currently filled?" she asked.
 
Simon Masterson

"The Queen, we think. You don't mind dressing up somewhat older and wearing the royal outfit, plus a black wig to look just like Queen Katherine. I am to play King William, if you can ignore my race. I won't have to act too much. As you can see, my accent is very English," Massoud smiled.

"That's one occasion where I shall permit clothing, then. For the theatre, after all. If you want the role, that is, love. Daddy would love to see you in action," I told you.

"And Rani agreed to play Pippa, while Luc over there, that French firecracker, is supposed to be Prince Harry. And I am your personal valet, Your Majesty," Michelle giggled.

"Naturally. But what shall your father think of this role?" I whispered to Rani.

"My father....is a bit worried, yes, having read the script, but I assured him that all....lewdness will be simulated. In other words, I lied. Let's face it, in this new world, the audience is going to want to see some actual shagging," she whispered back where you can hear.
 
She mimed pretending to lock her lips and throwing away the key for Rani, throwing a wink. "I'd love to play the role, Daddy," she said, nuzzling into his side.
 
Simon Masterson

"It's settled, then. Feel free to rehearse as needed. I can watch and wait," I smiled and kissed you.

I was very surprised when Rani whispered to us, "I think that the only safe option for me is to become a slave to the right man. I don't have the money to be a Mistress....and frankly, between us, I don't really wish to be one. Father hopes that I shall be one, but that's just a protective father, you know. He also fears that he can't avoid slavery himself, but I think that he is prepared to make that sacrifice to protect his daughter's virtue. I, however, would rather he were free and I the slave....but I can't belong to him. He would never give me what a proper Master can....what has me jilling off and creaming my knickers every night before falling asleep. Rough, dominant sex."

Michelle must have been eavesdropping, because she whispered, too, "When you describe it that way, Rani....I'm about to wet my own knickers and not in the pissy way. Maybe you can tell us more about life as a slave when we join you for supper, Scarlet, darling. Will your father be there, Rani?"

"Oh, Father....no, he has to go to return to the University for another lecture. He will hate not being able to guard my chastity, but he is a lecturer at the University and has work to do," Rani explained, "he has stayed just long enough, but he can't stick around much longer. Thank God."

"I see....Scarlet, love....seems that we have some dinner guests. I shall have to hire some temporary help, because we shan't have enough time to prepare it ourselves. Any dietary restrictions?" I asked.

"Technically, halal, but I'm a horrid Muslim. I'm bisexual and I labour on stage, after all," Massoud chuckled.
 
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She beamed and nuzzled into her Daddy. "I can certainly do that. Daddy, are you sure we'll need the temporary help? I don't mind cooking for everyone." She said this with adoration in her eyes and a sweet kiss.
 
Simon Masterson

"Well, if you're up for it, love, I would be thrilled to see you in action. Daddy would be very pleased and proud of you. Just didn't know if you needed more notice for a supper like that after such a long day," I grinned with pride and kissed you, noting how Michelle and Rani both looked at us very strangely....envy or jealousy?

I also noted how much more worried Mr. Singh was as he headed to work....clearly, his fears were only being confirmed, but he had to work to avoid losing his position and having both of them turned into slaves.
 
She kissed him back and smiled. "I used to make the best dinners after a production, right Mich?" she asked with a smile.
 
Simon Masterson

"Certainly, Dri...sorry, Scarlet. That takes some getting used to...but you're right. I loved your bangers and mash with Yorkshire pudding and peas that you made the night after our first production in the rescued Suffolk theatre. They went well with the shandy that you made, too," Michelle winked at us.

Rani then leaned in to whisper something to you that I couldn't quite hear, after which she whispered it to Michelle, too, which made Michelle giggle like a giddy schoolgirl.

"Girl talk, I suppose?" I asked Cecil.

"I wouldn't know. Contrary to myth, not all buggers are invited to share the gossip," he chuckled.

"Certainly not a dirty old man like me," Massoud belly laughed.

"You're not that old, Massie...and your cock certainly isn't," Cecil flirted brazenly with him.

"Getting mentally prepared to service me, are you?" Massoud roared.

"Yes, but let's get to work now," Cecil smiled, getting the act together at last and proving to be the boss on the stage, if not in the bedroom.
 
She giggled at what Rani said and shared a smile with Michelle. "I can certainly do that again," she said.

She nodded when Cecil said that they should get to work. "Alright-y then, let's get to it," she said. She kissed her Daddy before clambering up onto the stage, looking out into the seats happily.
 
Simon Masterson

I smiled as you kissed me and took the stage, prouder than ever to see my sweet lass perform her heart out again. I thought of the times that I might have seen you before and never realized it. I also wondered again just how great it would be to see you win awards as my daughter/slave/slut, my little minx. And I looked forward to the supper that you were sure to cook. I also wondered just what Rani had whispered, but I figured that if it really mattered, you would tell Daddy.

Cecil and I watched very closely as you all played, and I noted that he couldn't tear his eyes away from Massoud....the bloody bugger wanted to be a slave to the actor as much as he feared it. Fascinating.

Most of all, however, I enjoyed your stellar performance, your enjoyment of your craft and your passion for the theatrical arts.
 
She laughed and had a great time rehearsing with everyone, going over lines and parts as well as stage directions. Having done directing and acting, she was content to do so, winking at her Daddy every so often and being polite to Massoud.

This was a huge part of her life, and she felt incredibly vindicated by the fact that her Daddy would allow her to take the stage still, and perform.
 
Derrik brightens and answers "Mistress is kin by marriage. M'folks werked for Kent Manor aforr me birt'. Jus natural ta stay."

Derrik was whistling as they came closer to the main door. "Lawd it's 'uge."

Derrik began reading a comic as Peter went to the door.
 
Simon Masterson

Too soon, as if time flew by, the rehearsal was over and Cecil called it a wrap.

"Ladies and gents, that was a marvelous production, if I may say so myself, and I thank you all for your performance. I also wish to thank Simon Masterson for lending his very lovely and talented slave to us for this play. If all Masters and Mistresses show such respect and appreciation for the theatre, it may yet thrive even in these difficult times and continue past to our recovery," he announced.

"When is the next rehearsal?" I asked him.

"Tomorrow at 8 am. If you have to be somewhere, I can pick her up myself," Cecil offered.

"Thank you, but I shall drop her off myself. I'm on holiday, you see, for a little while longer. Still, once the holiday is over, I might take you up on it," I clapped him on the back.

"Well, folks, supper is at 7 tonight. However, being actors, I shall understand if you're a little less than punctual. Supper shall still be there, even if gets a little cold. That's what microwaves are for," I formally invited them, about to take your leash as Michelle walked over and whispered something to you again...and then to Rani, much to the latter's amusement.
 
Peter Masterson

"It is at that," Peter smiled as he waited on the porch for anyone to show up.

He was in real suspense as he waited....what would happen next.....when would Simon arrive?
 
She giggled and winked at both of the other two women, handing her Daddy her leash with a bright smile and a sweet kiss. "See you girls tonight!" she called, blowing them playful kisses.
 
Simon Masterson

"I am tempted to ask your secret, love, but I think that perhaps this once, I shall let you keep it a while. I love seeing the playful mischief on your face as you discuss whatever it is," I grinned as I led you to the Rolls Royce and took us out of the parking lot while the security guard/slave wolf whistled.

I really laughed at that, but then in all seriousness as I drove told you, "You made me very proud today, Scarlet. Daddy was very impressed with you. I am glad that I let you partake of the theatre."

It didn't take us long to turn into the neighborhood and onto our street, unaware that my brother awaited us.
 
She giggled and kissed him. "We think you will like it, Daddy," she said honestly. She nuzzled his shoulder as he drove. "Thank you for allowing me to partake in the theatre, Daddy. It brings me great pleasure and I'm glad it pleases you as well."
 
Simon/Peter Masterson

"You are very welcome, love. I'm proud that my sweet girl is such a talented actress and so enthusiastic about the stage. You have taste, class, talent, brains, and beauty. Most of all, you have passion and a need for me that I can't ignore, just as I have a need for you. You're the best decision that I've ever made, claiming you and becoming your Daddy," I assured you as I pulled into the driveway and saw the other car.

Stepping out, I kissed you hard on the mouth and told you, "Wait here for just a second. Just to be safe. I'll let you out when I'm sure it's okay."

Walking up to the porch, I saw my brother....Peter. My twin. My identical twin. The other half of me, of the zygote that split when we were conceived. My pulse quickened a bit. I grinned and turned around to let you out.

"It's alright, love. It's my brother, Peter!" I led you to the porch and then ran to embrace him and shake his hand.

"Simon...good to see you, too. Who is the lovely lass?" Peter asked me with surprise.

"Oh, yes, certainly....where are my manners. I was just so pleased to see you, obviously doing better than feared. Very relieved. This is my sweet Scarlet, from Belfast, Ireland, actress and saviour of the Suffolk stage....I adopted her as my daughter, though she is also my lover and my slave, of course. Scarlet, this is my brother, Peter Masterson, former Member of Parliament from this riding," I introduced both of you with pride and joy.

"So....you're basically my niece now. Pleased to meet you, Scarlet. Call me Uncle Peter, if that's alright with my brother," Peter grinned and hugged you, trying not to act aroused, though there was a natural response...it helped that both of you were submissive and he recognized that fact....two submissives are less tempting to each other than a Dom and a sub together.

"Here, I have an invitation from my Mistress....Lady Via Kent. You might remember her as Vicky, brother. Yes, I had the best luck ever. My first, true love bought me and made me hers," Peter presented the invitation for Thursday night.

"Congratulations! So happy for you that your risk paid off. That was a very brave thing to do, Peter. And, yes, Scarlet, love, call him Uncle Peter. If I am Daddy, and I am, then he is your uncle now, albeit also a fellow slave. And, of course, I want to see you and Vicky together, to meet her again. See what has become of our old friend and daughter of our former servants. I trust that she is doing well if she could afford to purchase you. I am very grateful to her for doing so. Here is the RSVP. Tell her that my adopted daughter and I shall be there...but that she should be prepared to accept that Scarlet never wears anything but a collar and heels. Tell her thank you for the invitation. We shall be there, I promise," I accepted gladly.

Peter smiled and embraced us both one more time before returning to the car, where the chauffeur began to start the engine and head out of the neighborhood.
 
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Derrik looked up when Peter hugged the girl. He frowned for a moment not because of the hug but that she looked familiar. Probably a picture he'd seen but for a brief second he was n't sure which man was the one he drove here.. Derrik chuckled thinking how Jacob would be eating crow if he mixed them up.

"T'at be a lark." Derrik snickered as Peter returned to the car.

The drive was slower as traffic picked up but it was eating at him. "Sae did yer kin say 'es comin?"

Victoria was on the phone again when Jacob reappeared. She was shaking her head as she made notes about the cannery that was floundering with problems due to inadequate managing.
 
Scarlet smiled broadly as she hugged Uncle Peter, giggling like a schoolgirl. Even though they were identical twins, she could tell them apart. It was something about the way each of them smelled, she surmised, and she waved good-bye to him as he left.

"He's sweet, but I can tell he's not you," she giggled, hugging and kissing her Daddy. "He smells different."
 
Peter Masterson

"Naturally. He's my only brother, my twin. Not even my being a slave and him being a Master can change that. The lass is my new niece, his adopted daughter, lover, and slave. She's an actress, it seems. Famous saviour of the Suffolk stage," he smiled, holding the RSVP slip and envelope.

Returning to the house, Peter awaited being admitted back into his Mistress's presence. His nausea and anxiety were gone and he was just happy to see his brother and meet his new niece....everything might turn out alright after all, he thought. He smiled thoroughly, much happier now.
 
Simon Masterson

"Probably some cologne that Vicky chose for him. Or maybe he smells like Vicky herself. Via, I mean. I should get used to that name for her. Lady Via Kent. Been a while since we saw each other. Or perhaps submissives just emit a different kind of pheromone. That would be an interesting scientific theory. At any rate, I look forward to finding out whatever secret or surprise your friends and you have cooked up for us gents," I smiled at you, sniffing your hair and kissing your mouth and face.

"Come on, love. We have a little time before you make supper for our guests.....I want to fuck my lovely girl...in the pillory," I declared.
 
Victoria answered the rap. "Enter."

"So how much damage am I expecting and what am looking at spending." Victoria scribbled more notes. How did Ambrose let this go so far? The debt was under fifty thousand pounds which didn't include repairs..

"I'll call you in an hour." Victoria said tersely.

Hanging up kept her from venting unladylike. "Come to me my first and give me better news."
 
Peter Masterson

Peter first rushed to his knees and kissed her hand with a smile...then he handed her the RSVP slip from Simon. After that, he began kissing up her arm toward her shoulders, moving the cloth on her arms he did so.

"My brother is coming, as You can see, Mistress...and he is taking his slave/daughter/lover. Scarlet, he called her. But he also called her the 'saviour of the Suffolk stage', and I don't recall any actress by that name. I suspect that he renamed her when he bought her. They agreed to call me 'Uncle Peter', as I am brother to her adoptive father, as he calls himself. I should warn You, however, that she is a nudist and not likely to wear anything but a collar and heels. Maybe even a leash, as one was attached to her collar when we met. I gave her a hug, but I didn't think that You minded that kind of innocent affection," he related.

He looked her in the eye and now kissed her neck as he said this.
 
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She giggled and squirmed as she went inside the house. "But then I can't touch you, Daddy," she pouted playfully.
 
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