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 Author: Mike McGifford
Title: The Training of Tammi
Summary: Tammi lives a regular life until her 16th birthday when she
finds out her adopted parents had been paid to raise her since age 9 and
she's really the daughter of an owned slave who's master is ready to be
reunited with his property
Keywords: Mf MF incest mast slave bond

   Tammi lay in her bed too excited to sleep a moment more, despite it
being a Sunday.  Today was her 16th birthday and she knew her parents had
planned a big surprise for her.  She hoped the surprise was going to be the
new Mustang she's been hinting at for what seemed like...  well ever.  She
just couldn't be sure though.  Her dad was as always just too hard to read.
It wasn't like the family was short of money or anything, but in the last
year, she'd been getting less and less of the things she'd asked for,
despite being a good girl, doing her ever-increasing list of chores,
getting good grades and avoiding dating in favor of multiple sports and the
practices that accompanied them.  She hoped her mom would come in soon and
give her the outfit she was to wear.  That always gave her some sort of
clue to what was planned and she figured this would be no different.  Last
year it had been a thick wooly sweater and thermal pants, lambskin boots
and a woolen hat with a pompom on it, even though it was April and 50
degrees out.  It turned out her birthday present was to be a skiing trip to
Aspen.  They'd left for the airport the moment she was ready.  The year
before she'd been given a hoodie and designer jeans.  That year her dad had
taken her and 3 close friends to a theme park that was still officially
closed for the season.  She had ridden all the rides and played all the
games, with no waiting, for even a minute.  If it was an inside gift, she
wouldn't be needing a hat, she decided.

   Tammi never questioned the fact that her mom still chose all her
clothes. She knew it was one of her mom's quirks and even though none of
her small group of friends had ever heard of a parent choosing a teen's
clothes, Tammi's mom had great, if not ultra-conservative taste and it was
easier to just let her mom have her way.  It also meant that Tammi didn't
have to leave her bed chamber naked, since she always slept that way. 
She'd once found it strange that she was never allowed pajamas like her
friends.  Tammi had been in 3 foster homes before being adopted and one
thing they'd all shared in common was that they all thought it was a waste
to dress just to sleep.  Tammi hadn't given it a thought in years.

   She looked around her room as she did every morning, comparing it to her
friends' rooms.  Her friends had crap everywhere and her room was empty
except for her bed, a table holding a lamp and her current book and then a
doorway into her private bathroom.  Tammi's mom was of the opinion that a
sleeping chamber was for sleeping, not cluttering up with junk.  That
included things like; toys, dressers, crafts and the like, which in Tammi's
house each had a particular place.  Those places were; in the walk-in
closet next to her mom's bedroom, the crafts room, the study etc.  For the
millionth time, Tammi decided she preferred her parents' idea of a bedroom
over her friends' tastes.  The only downside was that she had to wait on
her mom to arrive with her daily outfit.  She smiled when she remembered
the one time when she was 10 that she'd woken up early and made her way
towards the breakfast room, only to have her mom go absolutely ballistic
about her walking through the house naked.  She'd woken but wasn't really
awake and it had never occurred to her she'd been naked.  But she'd never
done that again, even when she awoke to strange noises beyond the walls. 
The house had always still been standing the next day.

   Finally her mom arrived with the days' outfit.  Usually her mom just
carried the folded items in her hands, Tammi's underwear neatly folded on
the top of the stack.  Today though, Tammi's outfit was in a clothing bag,
like you'd use to keep an expensive outfit clean and pressed.  Her mom also
carried a smallish box, probably shoes, Tammi figured.

   "Happy birthday Tammi," Nicole said brightly, seeing Tammi sit up in
bed, pulling the sheet up over her enormous breasts.  "We've got such big
plans for you!  Are you excited?"

   "Oh yes mom.  Can you tell me what they are yet?"

   "No Tammi, Baxter would spank my bottom to within an inch of my life if
I told you early," Nicole said, referring to her husband.

   Something told Tammi that the joke about her dad spanking her mom wasn't
all that much of a funny idea to her mom.  Even though Tammi hadn't been
spanked herself in many years, she had to admit she couldn't think of a
time when she'd tried to break any of her parents rules either.

   "Go ahead and take your shower.  I will give you a hint though.  You'll
need to make sure you shave your armpits and legs today," she said with a
smile.  "But hurry so I can do your hair.

   Another of Nicole's quirks was that she did Tammi's hair every single
day.  She'd brush Tammi's jet black waist-length tresses exactly 200 times
before putting it into a tight ponytail or bun.  Lately it had been just
about always a bun and Tammi was way past bored with the look.  As Tammi
excitedly scrambled out of bed and into her bathroom, she wondered why on
earth she'd need to have clean-shaven armpits OR legs for that matter. 
Maybe they were going to take her somewhere warm this year?  Maybe
somewhere she'd need a bathing suit?  She'd never been allowed a bikini but
even the conservative one-pieces she owned would show hairy armpits and
legs.  Ohhhh, maybe it's Hawaii!  She purred to herself, thinking that she
might as well trim her bikini line as well.

   Tammi's quick shower took nearly 20 minutes and her mom was looking a
little impatient when Tammi came out, having disposed of her body towel
down the laundry chute.  Nicole paused a moment to appreciate Tammi's nude
body as the young girl walked towards her, still adjusting the second
towel, wrapped around her head.  Tammi's skin was completely untouched by
sun from high on her thighs to her upper arms and neck.  These extremities
on the other hand were a rich brown and had the leanness of an athlete. 
Tammi did after all do cross-country running, girls basketball and a range
of other sports that required stamina, dexterity, agility and a range of
$100 bras that made her look like a fat girl with b-cups when dressed.  Her
EE-cup breasts did not sag even a little and were the talk of the girls
locker room at school.

   Nicole handed Tammi the box first and Tammi was perplexed when she
opened it, to see a single piece of actual adult lingerie in the original
packaging and a pair of dark tan stockings, tucked between a pair of 4" red
patent leather pumps.  Tammi had spent her whole life wearing plain white
cotton underwear but what she was soon looking at when she picked up the
pantie package were obviously a pair of red silk thong panties.  As for the
stockings, she wasn't even sure she knew how to put them on right!  Never
had Tammi worn any sort of heels but here they were, right in front of her,
not just heels but spike-style heels.  Tammi wasn't sure she'd be able to
stand in them much less walk any distance.  Looking carefully at her mom in
case it was some sort of weird joke, Tammi broke open the package
containing the thong and slipped them on.  Then she sat on the bed, opened
the package containing the stockings and drew them up her legs.  They felt
wickedly sensual to her and she was surprised to find that they stayed up
all by themselves.  It took a good 5 minutes to get used to the shoes.  In
fact it took 2 attempts to just stand up and at first Tammi had to have her
mom help her balance but she quickly got the hang of it.  For the first
time in her life, Tammi was taller than her mom.  Her 5' 8" stance had just
become 6'.  Wow!

   "What am I supposed to do about a bra, mom?" Tammi finally asked.

   Nicole smiled and said nothing.  Instead she drew down the zipper on the
clothing bag to reveal the most luscious and sexy red dress Tammi thought
she'd ever seen.  She gasped and cooed, feeling the material before
carefully drawing the garment out of its protective cover.  Tammi carefully
stepped into the dress, once again accepting her mom's assistance to keep
her balance.  When she'd drawn the dress into position, she realized that
the hem was barely inches below the tops of her stockings.  The front of
her dress accentuated the sheer volume of her boobs instead of hiding them
like usual.  The dress was practically backless, the only thing holding the
top together were fine golden chains.

   "Are you sure about this entire outfit, mom?" Tammi asked in an
incredulous tone.  "It's about as different to what I'm used to as night is
from day!"

   "You'll understand things better later but yes, it's exactly the look I
wanted to achieve.  You look beautiful.  Except for the tan lines, but
don't worry, before I do your makeup, I'll apply some instant tan.  Now
we're going to have to hurry a little.  I don't want to keep Baxter
waiting. He's on a schedule too."

   Tammi followed her mom out of her bed chamber, down the corridor and
into the dressing room, where she got her first good look at herself in the
many mirrors that lines 3 walls.  Once she got past the tan lines, she
thought she looked like a movie star.  Her mom reached into one of the many
drawers of the dressing table and pulled out several different tubes of
instant tan.  Checking the shade of each and selecting one, she told Tammi
to lower the top of her dress.  Tammi stood still as her mom applied the
tanning cream to Tammi's whole back, upper arms and the top of her chest.
Nicole carefully covered the upper slopes of Tammi's breasts, just enough
to tan the area that would not be covered by fabric.  She even carefully
`drew' in straight lines as if Tammi had worn a tiny bikini to obtain the
tan she was getting instantly.  Once complete, the tan looked just like
Tammi had earned it legitimately.

   Nicole quickly worked on Tammi's hair, for the first time ever not
bothering with the 200 strokes but when she was finished, Tammi looked like
she'd just had her hair pampered at a high-end salon.  No
tighter-than-tight bun or ponytail, but a loose coif that made her look
more like a 21 year old fashion model than a 16 year old school girl.  Once
the makeup was complete, Tammi nearly fainted in awe of the stunning beauty
looking back at her.  For her whole life so far, she would have described
herself as a plain Jane at best, a frumpy geek at worst.  But a supermodel
now looked back at her and she was having a hard time coming to grips with
the fact that this was actually her.

   "Oh my gosh mom, is that really me?" She asked in a breathy voice.

   "That's you Tammi.  And this is the big day, so we really have to hurry
now."

   Nicole touched a very expensive perfume to spots behind Tammi's ears and
low on her cleavage before declaring the girl ready.

   "Now one last thing and we're ready.  Dexter says he wants you
blindfolded.  Do you think you can walk on those heels blindfolded?"

   "I don't know mom.  That sounds a little scary.  If I could have
practiced a little with high heels..."

   "You'll be fine and I'll be right here with you," Nicole finished,
picking up the red blindfold that exactly matched the dress and carefully
covered Tammi's eyes.

   The trip down the corridor to the elevator that would take them directly
to the back of the ballroom on the floor below was slower than it needed to
be but Nicole never once hurried the blindfolded Tammi.  All sorts of
emotions raced through Tammi's mind.  Why the blindfold, why the clothes
and hair and makeup?  It surely couldn't mean that she was going to get the
Mustang she wanted, but what could it be?  Was she to be the guest of honor
at a debutante ball?  But no, that couldn't be it.  It was only something
like 8 o'clock on a Sunday morning!  They got into the elevator and Nicole
started it on its downward journey.  As they got closer to their
destination, Tammi could hear the murmur of a lot of voices, voices that
hushed as they watched the elevator with its single safety chain designed
to stop people falling off the 6-person platform.  It never for a moment
occurred to Tammi that as she came into view, the assembled guests were
treated to a view up her short skirt that only Nicole and a few girls at
school had ever seen before.

   Tammi was led slowly down a natural corridor formed by guests, both male
and female as well as others, almost entirely female, whose names had never
made it onto a guest list due to their status.  Each of these females would
be easily identified by heavy leather collars around the necks of otherwise
naked bodies.  At the front of the room, a man in a tuxedo stood next to a
raven-haired, naked, collared woman on her knees.  A few feet away Baxter
stood, also in a tuxedo but carrying an open collar in his hands.  There
was absolute silence apart from breathing in the great room by the time
Tammi had walked the whole length and stood next to her father, although
not able to see him.

   "I have something for your neck Tammi," Baxter whispered quietly in his
daughter's ear, surprising her a little by his unexpected proximity.

   Tammi was expecting him to finish off her amazing ensemble by affixing a
delicate necklace.  She felt a little disturbed when she felt the heavy
leather being wrapped about her neck followed by the distinctive click of a
lock.  With the uniquely precious trust a daughter has for her father, she
put her hands behind her back as Baxter quietly commanded to, and she felt
the cuffs another guest had passed to him being placed about her wrists and
locked shut.  Baxter then stepped back, leaving his daughter with her hands
cuffed behind her back, a leather collar around her petite neck and a
blindfold covering her eyes, unknowingly standing before the other guest in
the tuxedo who was actually her biological father and his naked slave on
her knees at his feet.  Without warning, the man suddenly punched Tammi in
the stomach and she let out a lungful of air and collapsed to her knees. 
She didn't scream at first but instead concentrated on refilling her lungs.


   Only then did she let out a howl of pain and a half formed, "Wh... 
wh... Why?"
   -- To be continued -