As supper started to wind down and only Ranma was still eating as Kasumi happily hand-fed him, Nabiki’s curiosity got the better of her. “This might be an odd question, but why is Akane okay with Kasumi being the fiancee?”
Still apparently happy with the situation, Akane answered first as Ranma’s mouth was currently otherwise occupied. “I am not to be jealous of any other girls my master might want to play with and to not protest my master acquiring any new slave-girls.
Nabiki had to raise an eyebrow in disbelief as her little sister somehow said that with a straight face. “There is a huge difference between telling you that and you believing it.”
Ranma got Kasumi to pause long enough to speak up. “True, but Akane has a very perverted imagination. After a few days, she was having fantasies about what fun it could be to have other girls join her, including her sisters.”
Realization dawned for Nabiki. “So, she went from being jealous to getting turned on by the idea of being in a harem of sex-slaves?” She’d roughly realized as much actually, but old prejudices about how things should be kept forcing such realizations to the sidelines.
Finding himself occupied by Kasumi, Ranma waved in Akane’s direction, passing the discussion to her.
Smiling at her sister, the cutely dressed girl launched into a raunchy discussion at odds with her innocent appearance. “Oh yes, do you know what sort of bondage play you can do with two slave-girls? Tied together, one’s struggles tightening the crotch ropes of the other, sending them into a fidgeting mess of sexual bondage... or being forced to service each other in a sixty-nine, with the girl that slacks in her pussy-licking getting a spanking? Oh, the things we can do with strap-ons and double-ended dildos, or being leashed together...”
Akane stopped there, grinning at her sister, not because she’d run out of ideas, but because Ranma was holding up his hand. After finishing his latest morsel of food, he spoke up. “Yes, and she can go on like that for hours. You’re not always a slave-girl in them, sometimes in the haughty girlfriend role teasing her, but basically anything that involves Akane being mine turns her on, so the one solid theme of her fantasies is that she’s always my slave-slut.”
Glancing between the calm Ranma and the eager Akane, Nabiki finally realized which one was actually dangerous. If Ranma wasn’t figuratively keeping her little sister on a short leash, then they might have been literally leashed together by now.
Ranma continued speaking, making Kasumi wait to resume feeding him. “As for the marriage, that’s a step down to Akane. She gave herself to me completely, so marriage would be like telling her to just be friends at this point. She’s got a slave-wife fantasy I might do for her when she earns her slave tattoo, but that’s it, she’s already mine, body and soul. The collar is like an engagement ring for her, and the slave tattoo would be like a wedding ring, especially since the loyalty magic would be proof of her devotion.”
Wearing a collar and having his name on her slave mark, Kasumi blushed at the sudden implication, despite already being pleasantly flushed from the rather bold marriage proposal earlier.
Nabiki put a self-conscious hand over her own slave tattoo, which only served to draw attention to it.
Ranma chuckled in amusement at the sight, guessing Nabiki didn’t realize how cute it made her look being all shy and flustered. “You can relax Nabiki, it doesn’t mean the same thing for you. Akane’s thing just happens to be belonging to me; completely, eagerly, with devotion.” Pausing for a bit, he decided it was time to get something out in the open. “Speaking of which, I guess it’s time to explain those tattoos.”
Nabiki was curious what this would be about since he’d explained them a bit already, but let him continue. “The part that says ‘slave’ and ‘personal property’ are there because they’re for Akane, but it is a magical tattoo. If you go for a specific role, maybe it can change instead to say, ‘This woman is the personal maid of Ranma Saotome.’ instead, but that would probably take some effort.”
“It’s based on a loyalty tattoo, so some sort of honest agreement of fealty is all it requires. It also protects against enchantments, especially mind-altering stuff. Then there is the important little bit, it has an oath-keeper function, so if an oath is made, they’ll get a reminder to keep it. Say Kasumi agrees to spend a little time pampering herself in the morning and dressing up, she’ll remember about it when it’s time and would have to consciously decide to skip it. It’s not meant to force the bearer to keep their oaths, just make it easier.”
Nabiki felt that last part was aimed at her, so she decided to ask despite revealing her new weakness. “So, why don’t I have a choice in keeping our agreement?”
Ranma glanced down at her butt for a moment as he considered his answer. “Well, that submissive pattern in your aura seems to be tied to that part of the tattoo, so that would be part of it. Better than being submissive in general I guess, but we’ll have to be careful about it.” He paused a bit more, thinking further on the issue. “I think the major part though, is that this game turned into a test. You don’t want to wimp out and stop this without a good reason.” Ranma shrugged at that point. “Just what I figured, you’ve tried to wiggle out of it, so you’re the one that should know the reason for staying. There’s no oath to keep without making an honest agreement in the first place, empty words are worthless.”
Nabiki thought about it for a moment, considering her own feelings throughout the night so far. She had agreed to the rules of the game and it was a pointless waste of time if she didn’t keep her side of the bargain, because she was wanting to catch Ranma slipping up or at least to become miserable enough to honestly complain about something. Instead that devious bastard was making her enjoy it just a little bit, keeping things warm and playful with a dangerous undercurrent of sexual excitement. “Well, I guess you’re right. That oath thing would explain why I couldn’t just casually slip out of my heels earlier.” Seeing his curious look, she felt the need to elaborate. “Normally I wouldn’t think twice about cheating, but I was suddenly aware of it... although the whole submissive thing probably helped too. I do have this feeling that I could if I really wanted to do it though, which is odd.”
Really into their conversation, Akane couldn’t help but feel she was missing some important details that were very interesting to her. “Wait, so you’re saying Nabiki is actually helpless to defy you or something?”
Glancing at Akane, Ranma continued to gently massage Nabiki’s lower belly, his hand clearly visible under the thin black satin of her gown. “Well, to make the short version, as her punishment, Nabiki agreed to some rules to play a game, such as wearing whatever I want and letting me touch and fondle her as I want. That big ball of stress she has over being badgered into being my sex slave popped, attached a submissive streak to her oath-keeper and boom, her body automatically obeys the rules of our game.” Glancing at Nabiki with a grin, Ranma spoke as if they were just friends having a bit of fun. “That about sum it up?”
Looking at her little sister and her eagerness to learn more of the kinky fun, Nabiki decided to tease her a bit by showing off how Ranma was playing with her. “Mhmm, I’m basically so submissive to the rules of the game that I can’t even move if it pulls me away from his touch. I can’t even take these heels off without permission.” Pausing, Nabiki remembered something. “Ah, I only have permission to wear this gown for supper. Should I take it off now, or does that mean later after we’re done talking and everything?”
Ranma smiled easily, somewhat innocently fondling a lovely young lady with each hand. “You’ve been well behaved, so you may wear it until you return to your room for the night. You can also take it off if you want. Later tonight I’ll give you some general guidelines so I don’t have to approve everything you wear or take off.”
Putting her hand on her chest, Nabiki put out some mock gratitude. “Awww, you’re such a sweetie, why if you hadn’t been fondling me for the last hour I’d hardly feel like your sexual plaything at all.”
Ranma enjoyed a nice chuckle at her humor before settling down a bit. “Well, you should also pick what role you want to play in this relationship. I don’t think either of you want Akane’s default of being a slut-slave that belongs to me body and soul. Some variety would be nice too.”
Nabiki pondered it for a moment, realizing that if she got the tattoo to change to say she was a slut that was the personal sexual plaything of Ranma’s, then that wouldn’t really be an improvement. His example of a woman that was the personal maid of his would be much more tolerable as a personal label to be in permanent magic ink on her ass. Problem was, she wasn’t thinking of many other options. “How hard would I have to try to get it to read, ‘This woman is the personal maid of Ranma Saotome,’ on my tattoo?”
Ranma hummed thoughtfully for a moment before answering. “Well, it would basically need to be true, and we’d need a stable relationship.”
Thinking on it a bit more, Nabiki found herself briefly surprised to be considering it. The surprise faded as she could admit to herself that in this game they were playing, Ranma was achieving a flawless victory so far. He’s made it fun and comfortable for her, the two things she’d least associate with being his submissive plaything, and her only complaint was that he wasn’t playing with her enough, which was actually a testament of his skill. He was making her want more, not less. “Well, I don’t know if you can do it, but if you can make me your maid or something, I’d prefer that to having a label on my ass saying I’m personal property or just your sexual plaything.”
Ranma stared at her for a moment, realizing that Nabiki had just asked him if he could make her his maid or something equivalent. “Yeah, I could do it. If that’s what you want, I’ve got some options, although the easiest is to just use your oaths to your advantage. If say you’re worried about being an easy target to other guys, you could say you’re mine in some way, or you can use an oath to help do something good but difficult like improving your focus on schoolwork.” Letting that sink in a bit, he finished up with the point he felt was important to reinforce. “If you want to go maid or something, I at least want you to make an oath about it, then if you want some help, I can use some other stuff to make it easier for you.”
Nabiki halfway heard him, still wondering why she was so focused on the maid idea. Nodoka’s comment about being in debt and hearing that it was her mother’s idea of a way to preserve the family relationship by having them play maids if the engagement fell through was part of it. Then there was Kasumi’s comment about her alone being the girl unsuitable to playing maid, giving even Akane a favourable review instead. Was this how Ranma felt when someone teased him about being unable to do something to the point that he proved them wrong?
Those were factors, but not the core reason. Normally she considered it beneath her to give a guy a blowjob despite ruthlessly teasing the possibility of a guy getting lucky anytime she had something lickable near her mouth. Now she was looking forward to what would happen when Ranma asked her to match Kasumi’s performance earlier. Playing maid was also normally among her list of things she’d never do, and yet she wasn’t bothered by the idea of doing that with Ranma. Actually, she was a little bit curious if she would enjoy it. She couldn’t imagine herself actually enjoying it, but she’d have said the same thing for her current situation as well.
Ranma turned his attention back to Kasumi and she simply resumed feeding him, obviously enjoying the chance to spoil Ranma with her affections. After getting his attention fully back on eating the morsels she served up with his chopsticks, she paused to give him a bit of time to digest his meal a bit. “Well, I could play head maid, but the young master would have to agree to be serviced by his maids. Bathing you, bringing you drinks and snacks, serving your meals, taking care of all the housework and just generally being at hand to serve at your pleasure.”
Ranma glanced at the table, noticing there were a few dishes left and surmising that Kasumi would feed them all to him unless he said otherwise. Not that he considered it a problem. “Alright, but I’ll feed myself. This is just a special treat for tonight.”
Kasumi nodded as she arranged the next dish to be at hand, holding the chopsticks in her right hand and a small serving plate in her left to catch anything that fell. “I understand, although it is quite the treat; I’ve never fed a wild tiger before. Would you like more young master?”
Grinning at her joke, Ranma let his hand wander down to lightly slap her butt before rubbing the far cheek. “Mhmm, I might even have a maid for desert.”
Watching Kasumi and Ranma flirt was a new sight for Nabiki, and one that got her thinking.
Kasumi had power in the relationship, although realizing that only made her feel like a fool. She was afterall the one that had started this mess with her prank. Then Akane had whipped out her slave-girl fantasies and by the next day, Ranma had adapted to the change in circumstances so quickly, people actually believed he was a licensed slave master. Ranma hadn’t enslaved Akane because that was what he wanted, but because that’s what she had wanted. The nature of the relationship just made that an all-too-easy to forget kind of thing since it depended on Ranma taking charge.
The boys at school were under the impression he could crack a whip and get a girl to eagerly obey him. The girls were under the impression he was making fantasies into reality like some romance novel hero. As much as Nabiki didn’t want to admit it, the girls were closer to the truth with their romantic delusions. Ranma had a happy harem because he’d somehow figured out how to make girls happy while playing perverted sex games.
Which left her in an odd position at his side. Akane and Kasumi were clearly getting their fantasies brought to life, while she was just sitting beside him. In her fantasies, she was the one being served, independant and in charge, yet here she was, obediently letting him rub her tummy in a slinky little outfit she was only wearing with his express permission. Obviously something was wrong with her, but she couldn’t place it quite yet. He’d even outright told her they could have a normal sexual relationship if that was all she wanted, but she didn’t have it in her to stand up and walk to her room.
They’d all changed, and rather abruptly at that. Ranma was a lot more confident and in charge, although with a more mature relaxed air at times now. Akane suddenly had inner peace with her perverted side and was just an eager ball of hormones waiting for Ranma to tell her to jump. Kasumi had regained her own inner peace, but had also apparently not worn a bra, panties or her regular dresses in days and as far as Nabiki could tell, she had no intention of returning to her old wardrobe.
So, she’d obviously changed, but there were a few bits and pieces Ranma had apparently missed. She’d broken when he’d told her to sit the second time, the realization that he was seriously upset with her evaporating all illusions she had possessed about her control of the situation. The tension over becoming his sex-slave had built for weeks until she got that tattoo, then it had suddenly become an all-consuming knot of stress eating away at her sanity.
The gentle rubbing just between her stomach and her venus mound was comforting, easing the tension away. Her comfort zone was defined by the rules of their little game, keeping her fears at bay with the clarity of a simple agreement. She was in a situation where she didn’t even properly understand her own feelings, where almost everything was some unknown to be discovered except her relationship to Ranma. The boundaries they had agreed upon were the only things she had at the moment since her little world had imploded upon her.
The most obvious clue was when she’d been left on her own for a few minutes as he dealt with Akane, expecting her to break her agreement somehow as a test. She’d pondered slipping off her heels for a few seconds before uncertainty started to creep in. Finding herself an increasingly nervous wreck that didn’t know what to do with herself as she fidgeted about the room, she’d managed to calm herself down by posing on her bed to catch his attention when he returned. The truth was, she’d completely forgotten about disobeying him by the time he returned, instead she had been more preoccupied with uncomfortably girly vulnerable feelings in his absence.
Everything was backwards now, she’d gone from being uncomfortable in his presence from a fear of being enslaved to needing his touch to calm her insecurities.
Somehow, she doubted she would suddenly regain her independence in time for bed, or even after waking up tomorrow. In the house was one thing, but in about two weeks they would return to school to start her third and final year of high school. If she was that clingy at school, she wouldn’t be able to function in her classes, much less maintain her reputation. She needed to test this so she could figure out what she needed to do with herself. “Can I go to my room and get some time alone to think?”
She had to wait a bit for her answer, as Ranma finished chewing instead of simply sending her off with a slap on the ass. “Sure. I’ll even let you pick an outfit to wear tonight.”
Nabiki paused even as he slipped his hand free of her. “You’re letting me pick my next outfit?”
Ranma grinned at her with obvious amusement. “Yeah, the outfit a girl picks says a lot, you know?”
Standing up, Nabiki felt a little uneasy at leaving, but forced herself to head for the stairs. Apparently he was still trying to figure her out, and her outfit would be a good indicator. Realistically, there were only four options: naked, what she was already wearing, something sexy and something modest.
Reaching her room, she slipped her gown off and hung it on a hook. Finding herself getting fidgety again, she checked herself out in the mirror, admiring the rather erotic way the stockings framed her otherwise nude body. Turning around, she admired her filled-in tattoo for the first time, sitting somewhat high on her right butt-cheek, a bit larger than a credit card. It was a position that normal panties would hide, but a thong would put on display.
Keeping it a secret was unlikely, so everyone at school would just assume she was Ranma’s legal property as a slave-girl like Akane if she didn’t give them something more obvious to believe. Honestly she didn’t find herself caring all that much about what they thought, the reality of the situation between her and Ranma being far more important.
She could only occupy herself with checking herself out in the mirror for so long before she started to get antsy again. While she was uneasy without Ranma around to keep her occupied, perhaps she could calm down now? Perhaps she could pick out an outfit to wear?
Not that she knew what to choose, but she had to make some sort of choice. Ranma seemed to want her to make a choice on her own, which made sense, because the slave-girl standard was still Akane the slave-slut.
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