“I have to get used to the idea first before I can try it,” Jenny admitted.
She felt really guilty when she could see the disappointment Emily was trying to hide. But then, inspiration hit her!
“But the thing is, I was hoping for something else. I wanted you to try being a slut along with Tammy and me. And that gives me an idea.”
Emily waited, but looked curious anyway. She could see the girl wondering what the person she thought of as her owner was planning for her.
Jenny looked at Daddy and asked, “Can a slut have a slut of her own?”
Tammy giggled at the question, but Daddy just smiled and nodded. “I don’t see why not. You want her to be your slut like Candy became mine?”
“Well yeah, but she wants something else, so I don’t think it’s that easy right?” Jenny had looked back to Emily for he question at the end. Emily just kept watching her, still curious.
“It’s complicated,” Daddy agreed. “No girl could be a good slut unless she wanted to be one. There’s girls with self-image problems who think they’re sluts, but they aren’t actually any good at it. A real slut is like you, a girl who just dearly wants to love everyone.”
“But if she had a reason to try, and I had a reason to try what she wants sometimes…”
Daddy nodded, smilling. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”
“What’s an excellent idea?” Emily demanded. Daddy just chuckled.
“Okay, here’s the deal, Emmie,” Jenny declared. “I don’t know how to be a master right, right now, so we’ll wait until I have a chance to ask Daddy a few things first. But, I will agree to do it part time, like Daddy has been doing, as long as you agree to become my slut the rest of the time. That’s the deal. When you aren’t my slave, you’re my slut. There isn’t a third version. If you agree to follow the same rules as Tammy and I do whenever I’m not being your owner, then I promise to be your owner as often as I feel comfortable with.”
Emily looked very wary now. “And what exactly are those rules again?”
“I want Daddy to explain it. Oh, there’s one other thing though.”
“What?” she looked really wary now.
“When I decide you’re going to be my slave for a while, I’m not going to use “Kitten”. That’s not your ‘real name’ any more. Hmm…” She thought a bit, then said, “My mom was Candy, yours is Honey… but you’re ‘Kitten’. You should be something sweet too. So… Cookie. When I’m ready, your real name will be Cookie.”
Emily nodded. This part she was fine with.
“But only if you’re a slut the rest of the time. And I’m not going to agree to you being Kitten for Daddy so you don’t have to cooperate. Either you stay regular Emily all the time, or you’re my slut and part-time slave.”
Emily’s mouth dropped open a little at how firm Jenny was saying it, but Jenny wondered if that was helping, if she was acting almost like an owner as she said this.
“And those rules…?”
Daddy repeated everything he had told Jenny and Tammy. Emily looked a little amazed by the end of it. “And you think that’s easier than being a slave?”
“Oh, I never said that,” Jenny stated. “I just said that’s what I want for you.”
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