"I think we should see which of us can claim more people."

My mistress relaxed when her girlfriend didn't claim her, and smiled a wicked smile as she agreed to the challenge.

"That was a fast change from 'We should claim people to protect them. Does my girlfriend have a ownership kink?" My mistress smiled.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I just want to find out what these milestones can get us. Either way, lets go out and save us some slaves." Rachel gissed my mistress before walking away.

"Carl, stop kissing her and follow me." As my mistress commanded, I pulled myself from Megan and followed. "How do you feel about being my ****? Be completely honest."

I opened my mouth to display her sock, which she grabbed with a surprised laugh.

"Mistress, I am so thankful you claimed me. I used to think I knew what happiness was, but even the best moments of my life before today can't compare to the thrill I get when you smile, especially if I made you smile." Mistress smiled at me and my legs went weak, I experienced a nearly orgasmic rush of pleasure.

"So you aren't mad at me?" She frowned.

"Not at all. It's like my whole life had been leading to this point, now everything makes sense, I am at peace now."

"No, I mean, knowing what it entailed, would you have willingly become my ****? Please speak 100% truthfully." I hesitated.

"I don't know if I would have chosen it. To be completely honest there was a tiny part of me that had been excited at the prospect of me claiming you. But I think the old me would be happy in this situation."

"What if I make you do things you don't want to do?"

"I don't think you can."

"I thought I had absolute control over you."

"You do, but I think you misunderstand. So far you have made me do two things. Three if you count this honesty. Suck on your sock and make out with Megan. Old me would have loved to make out with Megan, would not have liked sucking on your sock. But what old me would have liked means nothing to me now. You wanted me to do those things, doing those things made you happy, so I wanted to do those things. You can't make me do something I don't want to do, because as soon as you tell me to do it I want to."

"So Rachel was wrong, you don't have a foot fetish?" She laughed and it was like a nuclear bomb exploded in my pleasure centers.

"If you want me to I do. But no, old me did not have a thing for feet. At least, not enough that I would enjoy sucking on dirty socks." We had started moving and made our way over to another girl sitting by herself.

"Hey Sara." Mistress greeted the cute redhead.

"Um, hey Jessica and Carl. What is going on?" Sara looked up at us as my Mistress got close to her.

"I just wanted to show you something." When Sara just looked at her she grabbed her by the shoulder and continued. "I want to show you how happy you will be once I claim you."

Sara's look changed from puzzlement to enrapture as she gazed lovingly at our Mistress.

"Holy shit Mistress, I do feel amazing. Do I belong to you now? Cool." Sara smiled at me "She own you too?" I nodded.

"Welcome to my collection. Please know I did this to protect you from others who might use you cruelly." Sara looked disappointed.

"Does that mean you aren't going to use me?" Mistress blushed but did not answer.

"So Carl, you said that you had been excited about maybe claiming me. What would you have done to me if you had?"

"Mistress, I am sorry. I am a hormonal male, who briefly had fantasies of having a beautiful woman at my beck and call. I didn't have much time to think about it, but I probably wouldn't have made it more than a few minutes without getting you out of your clothes." Mistress blushed again. "Again, I am sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You are being honest. And honestly, I imagine most people would think along the same lines. That is why Rachel and I are claiming people, to protect them from people claiming them for just that reason. That being said, I am starting to see the appeal in having a willing sex ****." To my disapppintment she was looking at Sara as she said that. "But I have an idea. If I claim someone who already has slaves, their whole harem joins mine. Can my slaves claim slaves of their own under me? I want you to try to claim someone. Who in here do you find the most attractive?"

"You mistress." I replied honestly.

"Ok, before I claimed you, who in here would you have found most attractive."

"Honestly mistress, you."

"Ok, besides me." I looked around the room, scoping out a target. None of the women came close to comparing to Mistress, but if I had to pick one, it was Hailey, one of the cheer captains. She was currently warming up and doing some stretches, contorting her body in ways that would have had old me gawking and trying to hide a raging hard on.

"Ooh, yeah, she is pretty fucking hot. Lets go get her for you. Well, us, because I am going to want a piece of that as well."