Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 66
Missy's lips and tongue were tired from the constant need to bring
pleasure to one mistress after another. She lost track of the number of women
she had to please, but number had to be at least 10 or 12. It could have been
more. She knew she had serviced her mistress, the one who had trained her, at
least twice. How many others had she serviced more than once? She had no idea.
"Come along, slave girl."
They brought her to her feet using a leash. Instead of a ballgag, they
inserted a simple rubber drain stopper in her mouth, wedging it between her
teeth. A light chain ran between the ring on it and her collar. Also attached to
the ring was a circular bell. The bell would jangle if she moved her head at
all. She was not certain whether she was allowed to make it ring or not but it
jingled constantly as she walked. Everyone who saw her, mistress or slave girl,
turned to look. She wore that plug in her mouth not to silence her, but as a
symbol of what her mouth had become.
The mistress tethered her to a ring on the wall.
"Turn around so anyone coming down the hall can see you. Now, keep
moving your head up and down so that bell rings."
The woman rapped once on a door and entered.
She left Missy alone for only a few minutes but that was too long for
the beautiful blonde. Every mistress who came by smiled at her. A slave girl
could not smile with a ballgag wedged in her mouth, but Missy could tell by the
expression on the face of each that every slave girl laughed at her.
A couple minutes later the mistress returned for her.
A tall blonde sat in a large mahogany desk in the room. At first she
ignored Missy, staring down at the papers on the desk before her and
periodically making a note or two.
Finished, she looked up and smiled.
"So this is my latest acquisition."
Missy had her head bowed with her eyes on her knees. She heard the woman
move from the desk to a chair to her left.
In this submissive position she could not see the mistress unfastened
the front of her long skirt. A free woman did not wear this type of outfit in
public. These were her working clothes, and testing the lips and tongue of new
slave girls was part of the job.
"I have heard several good reports on your progress. Let me see if you
are ready to move on to the next step of your training."
So the blonde ended up on her knees with her face between the woman's
legs. She remembered what that first mistress, Melinda, had said. Her purpse
was not to make the woman come; it was to give her maximum pleasure. She rubbed
her tongue all over the pussy as she had been taught.
The woman held her pigtails tightly with both hands. Missy's hair hurt
from the woman twisting them in her excitement, but the captive blonde knew she
did not dare say anything. She guessed that the woman's reaction was a sign
that she was doing her job correctly.
"Yes, I would say that you have progressed well. You are ready for your
next step in training. I am certain that in a day or two we can put you on
display. Here at "Connie's Cunnilingus Lounge," we have the highest standards.
I am certain that you will meet them."
Connie's Cunnilingus Lounge! So that was who bought her and why her
training had been as detailed as it was. (Caroline had just mentioned it back in
that tunnel at the speedway - talk about coincidences!)
With a wave of her hand, Connie signaled the mistress to take the blonde
away.
So far Missy had been eating the pussies of mistresses. There was
something romantically enchanting about the tongue of a newly collared slave.
Now she was going to practice on slave girls to get her technique down pat (and
to strengthen her tongue).
Missy stared at her knees again, but had her head raised a little so she
could see a little of what happened in front of her. They brought a slave girl
before her from her left. This slave girl sat, not on a chair, as that was an
action prohibited by slave girls, but rather she sat on a wooden bar about five
centimeters in diameter. Her bare ass hung down over the far side. They
strapped her ankles so her legs were spread apart. She could not see them raise
a vertical pole from the floor. It was attached to a bracket in the floor but
locked in position when the pole was upright. Knowing what came next, the slave
girl leaned forward so they could they free her hands. She waited until one of
her captoresses placed a hand against her forehead and pushed before sitting
upright. Straps about her waist and upper chest secured her to the pole.
They dragged Missy forward until her face was in the slave girl's
crotch. The other captive grabbed her pigtails with both hands as they strapped
the blonde's legs to the floor. She still did nothing until they had the ballgag
out of the kneeling slave's mouth.
"Now."
The slave girl pulled Missy's face forward. Slowly the blonde used her
tongue to excite her sister slave. She could tell how well she was doing by
amount of pressure the other slave exerted on her hair.
Missy had learned her job well so it took almost six minutes for the
slave girl to come. As soon as she had her orgasm, they jerked Missy's head
back to reinsert the rubber stopper. Missy watched as they freed the slave girl
from the pole, tied her hands behind her back, freed her ankles, and then led
her away.
Almost immediately they had another slave girl to replace her. Within
two minutes she had her tongue inside the woman.
That was how the young blonde spent her first two days as a slave girl.
Since she was a piece of property, they gave no thought to allowing her to rest.
She was tired, she was sleepy, but she did not dare stop doing what they wanted
her to do. The hours of eating slave girls strengthen her tongue and jaw
muscles.
At a certain point, even a slave girl needs her sleep. Missy found
herself being led into a room where there were numerous bodies lying on
mattresses on the floor. They had her kneel until another slave girl was
brought in.
The two slave girls were dressed identically. That is to say, they wore
very little. Each had a satin garter belt that was used to hold up stockings.
Each wore high-heeled sandals. Other than that, they were naked.
First they replaced Missy's gag. They removed the rubber stopper,
replacing it with a cloth cleave gag. Next they removed all bondage from each
slave girl.
They pushed the two down to be mattress so they faced in opposite
directions, each lying on her right side. Missy felt them pull her left leg in
the air, and felt something between her legs. When they brought her left leg
down, she realized that the other slave girl's head was inserted between her
legs, her face pressed against the blonde's bare bottom. Some sort of strap
about her lower thighs trapped the woman's head in position.
They then turned their attention to Missy's head, grabbing her by the
hair to pull her face forward as they raised the other slave girl's left leg in
the air. When they strapped that slave girl's legs together, Missy's face was
pressed against the woman's bare bottom.
They pulled her arms around the other slave girl's body. Crossing the
blonde's arms at the wrist, they tied them together. A rope between her bound
wrists and the strap about her lower thighs limited the movement of her arms.
Missy felt them doing the same to the arms of the other slave girl.
"We call this the lover's embrace. I think you will enjoy it."
Having had her face in the pussy of other women for the last day or so,
Missy did not mind having her face pressed against the bare bottom of another
slave girl. This position was humiliating. Before that thought could occur to
the blonde, she was fast asleep.
Early the next morning, Missy found herself back in the same position
she had been before. One slave girl after another paraded in front of her,
waiting to be brought to an orgasm. She was becoming quite an expert at
dragging out the process. A slave girl did not come quickly when the young
blonde serviced her.
Missy was ready to start servicing the paying customers.
They did not tell her that though. They simply led her into another
room where two slave girls wearing the plain satin sheaths changed her clothing.
The blonde was dressed in a pink and white satin garter belt that held up the
sheer white stockings. The high-heeled sandals were pink patent leather with a
white satin bow across the toes so they matched the garter belt. She wore a
pink lace half bra net lifted her titties without covering the nipples.
Since she was going public, she needed makeup. They applied eyeliner
and frosted pink lip-gloss.
Missy looked adorable.
Any woman would want to rent her.
Missy would be a valuable addition to Mistress Connie's stable of oral
slave girls.
"If you do a good job for the paying customers, you get rewarded. If
they think you deserve a tip, you will be allowed to come once, just as you made
other slave girls come. That is for the first customer. If a second customer
uses you today, and thinks you deserve a tip, you will be allowed to come twice.
Some of our best girls service five or six customers in a day. That is
something you can strive for."
Missy did some quick adding in her head. That was more than dozen slow
orgasms!
Using a leash, they led the beautiful blonde into a display room. Missy
looked all around in amazement. She had never seen so many beautiful slave
girls in one place. All were dressed as she was in very sexy lingerie. Each
wore a different color combination, to match her hair and eyes.
Missy's place was in the corridor for blondes. A dozen or two blonde
slave girls stood in little alcoves along the corridor where prospective
customers could pick and chose. Missy took her place eight alcoves from the
door.
"Step up here. Turn around with your legs spread so everyone can see
you."
Missy stepped up on the platform that was a quarter of a meter above the
floor. As she spread her legs apart, guards prepared leather cuffs to fasten
about her ankles. Once they had them buckled, they attached short chains that
ran to rings in the platform. The slave could not pull her legs together.
Mistress Connie thought it very important that the clients see that they
were renting a natural blonde.
They had a special the gag for her. A metal device was placed in her
mouth. On each side was a pair of levers. By pressing them together, a person
could force Missy to open her mouth all the way. Even when the levers were not
pressed, misty could not bring her teeth together. This allowed down to insert
another rubber plug between them.
If she really tried, she could have pushed the plug out to say
something. But she knew she would be punished.
She wore a slave collar. They needed no excuse to punish her. She knew
she would be a good little slave girl.
They ran more chains from her collar to the ceiling. These forced her
to remain upright. She could not move around. She could only stand there and
stare straight ahead.
The first customers came in before they were finished with her. They
stood behind the guards watching as they finished securing the blonde in place.
"Is she new?"
"Yes."
"I prefer someone with more experience."
They moved on to one of the other blondes.
More customers arrived. She stood there, staring at them as they
inspected her. Once in a while a customer wanted to inspect her tongue. They
pulled out the rubber plug (that was connected to her collar by a light chain)
and the pressed the levers. The device forced her to open her mouth as wide as
she could.
"Let me see that tongue."
Missy extended her tongue as far as she could. When ordered to wiggle
it about, she obeyed quickly. Once in a while a customer asked her to
demonstrate what she knew. She moved her tongue in the pattern she had been
taught.
When they finished inspecting her, they inserted the rubber plug back
in, and moved on to another slave girl. Part of the fun of visiting Connie's
Cunnilingus Lounge was inspecting the helpless captives.
Eventually someone chose her. While the customer went to a private
salon to await her, a pair of French maids prepared Missy to perform. They
removed the rubber plug from her mouth first, then the metal device. To insure
the blonde's silence in transit, they shoved a ballgag between her teeth. The
job of the French maid's was over. A guard attached a chain leash to Missy's
slave collar led her into the salon.
Missy performed as they had taught her. She kissed the woman's pussy
first, purring contentedly as she did. Planting her open mouth on the woman's
love nest, she dragged her tongue from the bottom to the top of the left and
lip. Reaching the top, she slowly dragged her tongue down.
When she finished the routine, she started over again. She could tell
that the woman was coming closer and closer to an orgasm, but she knew she could
not make her come too quickly. She was a slave girl. She existed only to bring
pleasure to her mistress. She had to draw of this out as long as she could.
When she finished the routine a second time, she began anew. The woman's grip
on her pigtails became tighter and tighter as Missy completed a third and fourth
time.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!1"
The woman achieved an orgasm on the sixth time around. The kneeling
blonde did not know if that was good or not. She only knew that she had done
her best to please her mistress. She hoped she would be rewarded, but more than
that, she hoped she would not be punished.
Since Missy had been rented for an hour, she started over again, making
the woman come a second time, then a third and fourth.
The woman inserted the rubber ball back into Missy's mouth before
leaving. The blonde knelt, her arms still securely bound behind her back,
waiting for someone to come for her. Since she was only a slave girl, she knew
she could not move without permission.
A mistress finally came for her, attaching a leash to her collar and
leading her away. The blonde found herself tethered to a ring in a wall. She
had no idea what was next. Several slave girls stood tethered on either side of
her. One at a time a mistress led them through a door. She wondered what was on
the other side, pain or pleasure.
As she passed through the door, her nipples became hard and pointed in
anticipation. A slave girl knelt before a device.
She was going to be allowed to come!
She sat on the bar so her bottom extended down. A pair of leather
straps ensured that she could not move from that pole behind her. Leather cuffs
about her ankles kept her legs spread far apart.
The slave girl servicing her had displeased a customer. She could only
work her way back into the display group by proving that she could provide
pleasure. She would continue to service other slave girls until she had proven
that she deserved another chance.
Missy lost track of the number of times the slave girl went through the
routine. It had to be 10 or 12 before she finally came. The young slave girl
knew the woman servicing her had considerably more experience.
They set her free so they could put her back on display. Missy
practically ran after the mistress in her haste to be put back on display. A
couple of minutes after her own orgasm, Missy stood with her legs spread,
willing to show off her tongue to the next prospective customer.
Who should be Missy's next customer, but Caroline!
Another of those amazing coincidences!
"So this is where you are! I wonder what happened to you?"
Her best friend was inspecting her body. When Caroline pulled the plug
held in depressed the levers, the blonde stuck her tongue out and wiggled it
about as she had been taught.
"You know, I always thought you had the body of a slave girl."
How could Caroline pass up the opportunity of using Missy's tongue to
bring her pleasure?
In a matter of minutes, the blonde slave girl found herself on her knees
before her best friend. Caroline no longer was a friend though. She was her
mistress. Missy wore a slave collar and Caroline did not. Missy existed solely
to bring pleasure to people such as Caroline who did not wear slave collars.
As soon as the rubber plug was removed from her mouth, she planted her
mouth on the woman's pussy. She felt Caroline moaning in pleasure as her tongue
moved around the way they had trained her. She probed, prodded, and licked.
Caroline responded with a series of moans as her grip became tighter on the
blonde's pigtails.
Missy hoped she would please Caroline with a good orgasm, so the woman
would want to have her tipped.
She knew Caroline was moving every so slowly toward an orgasm. The
blonde slave girl worked slowly to drag it out.
Missy enjoyed being a slave girl.
