“Actually, she belongs to Jenny,” he answered in a matter-of-fact tone, as if it were a totally normal thing to say.
Tammy turned big, question eyes toward Jenny, who gasped. "Wait! I never agreed to that!"
"Nobody asked you," Emily retorted with a smirk as she came back into the kitchen. "Grampa decided. He gave me to you the day Honey gave birth to me."
"You... um... aren't really acting like it," Tammy pointed out. "Are you really okay with it?"
Emily giggled as she put her arms around Tammy and snuggled into her. "Yeah. But there's a secret code we have. Honey and I are both 24/7, but we don't act like it until your daddy calls us by our slave names. My mother's real name is "Honey". Mine is "Kitten". But he only uses it when he wants me to act properly. Oh, but Jenny gets to make my real name anything she wants."
She turned to Jenny and asked, "So what's my name gonna be?"
Jenny shook her head, still flabbergasted. 'As far as I'm concerned, you're Emily."
Daddy smiled and shook his head. "That's her public name, Jenny. You need to use it when you want her to act like a free woman. Her real name is the one you use for her real identity as your slave."
Aunt Rae returned, now nude except for clear platform stripper heels that had to be more than six inches high. She knelt down on the floor near Daddy with her head bowed and hands folded on top of her thighs. He reached out and stroked her hair, then told Jenny. "Pick any name you like, but simple, uncomplicated names are best. Think of what you might name her if she were your dog or your cat. Besides, thinking of her as your pet is a good alternative if you don't like thinking of her as your slave. You're her owner either way."
Ironically, at that time, although she kept her head bowed, Aunt Rae was in fact reacting to Daddy stroking her hair a bit like a dog whose master was petting her.
"No, um... " Jenny began, then saw Emily's eyes watching her, like she was silently begging her to cooperate.
Tammy gasped slightly, then said, "Daddy? You called Mom 'Candy'. Was she..."
"A slave my father found for me?" he smiled. "Yes. And Candy was her real name. We dropped the master/slave relationship almost right away. I told her I agreed to be her master because I loved her, but I would like it better if she became my regular wife. She said she didn't want to because she loved having sex with other people. So I told her I would be fine being married to a slut who cheated on me if I could do the same. So we got married, and she became a really amazing slut instead."
Emily added, still hugging Tammy, "And Honey told me she would still play BDSM sometimes, especially, for Grampa."
Jenny sighed. Emily seemed so incredibly at home with the whole idea, she felt like she was in danger of taking something away from her cousin that she loved. "Emily... do you like it when Daddy calls you Kitten?"
Emily giggled. "Do I like what it means I'm gonna do, or do I like the name?"
"Well... both. Do you like being a slave. And, do you like your name."
She smiled, then declared, "Both, although I know I would love any name you gave me too. Either way, I would really love for you to call me by my real name right now."
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