NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 26
GOING HOME
For the two weeks leading up to slut's return home for her high school class
reunion time passed at a leisurely pace. The Tuesday before she was to go,
Mistress Ilsa sent slut shopping for some clothes to wear, because all of her
vanilla outfits from her past had long ago been given to charity, and her
bondage leathers would prove a bit too extreme for the occasion.
slut went to the Paramus mall in New Jersey, a very fashionable locale with
lots of high end stores. she spent several hours selecting different outfits she
thought would be appropriate, and that Ilsa would approve of. Over a light lunch
in the food court, slut could over hear the conversation of three soccer moms
sitting behind her. "I think she looks too healthy to be a chemo patient, I
mean, just look at her skin color," one of them commented.
"You could be right Annie. She still has eyebrows. Don't they fall out when
you're on chemo treatments," another asked?
"I know they fall out, Becky," the other woman said. "My oldest sister lost
hers when she had chemo and radiation and chemo five years ago, remember?"
"So okay," Annie relented, "we've established that she's healthy, but that
doesn't explain why she's bald. And I can see she isn't wearing any bra. Her
boobs are loose in there, and she's wearing a dog collar as well!"
"Maybe she's into that goth look like some of the kids today," Becky laughed.
slut chuckled to herself as she listened to the whispered conversation behind
her. she thought she'd have a little fun at the ladies expense, so she picked up
her tray and dumped the trash in the bin. Then, she walked over to the table
where the three women were eating, and leaning over the table, she said, "To
answer your questions, ladies, i am a slave. i am owned by my Mistress in the
strictest sense of the word. i am naked under this dress. i have no hair on my
head, or my cunt, because Mistress prefers me that way. I have piercing in my
labia, clitoris and nipples, and a few months ago, Mistress had my breasts
skewered with a metal bar, right through both of them," and lifting her
sweatshirt, she exposed her breasts with the shining bar, the "U" fasteners and
end caps to them.
Slut laughed aloud as the three mouths dropped in unison at the sight. "None
of you will ever be lucky enough to know what it is like to live in a woman's
true place in life, serving a greater will." And, lowering her top, slut lifted
her dress exposing her genital jewelry. Then, she dropped the hem of the dress,
and walked away.
That night, after dinner, Ilsa asked, "Did you find some suitable clothes for
your trip, slut?"
"i think so, yes, Mistress."
"I wish to see them."
"Of course, Mistress. Do you want me to bring them down to You?"
"No. We'll go through your things after I have My coffee. Go upstairs and lay
the clothes out on my bed."
"Yes, Mistress," slut replied, as she stood from the table.
slut took the clothes out of the bags and neatly laid them all out on Ilsa's
bed, as instructed. Ilsa appeared at the bedroom door a few minutes later and
said, " I want to see what you are thinking of wearing at the different events,
and I want to hear your reasons for making that choice."
Ilsa went over to the divan, and when she was comfortable, slut picked up a
pleated skirt and a light teal crew neck sweater. she held them up for her
Mistress and said, "i thought this would be good for the high school football
game Friday night. The skirt will allow me to be naked under it, and accessible
as You demand, yet it will be discrete, what with all the high school kids who
will also be at the game. The sweater is modest and will be warm in case it gets
cold. It's bulky, so the breast bars won't be obvious."
"I like the skirt slut, and your reasons for it. It's a nice length as well,
so none of those horny teenagers will suffer raging hard-ons from it being too
short. I do not like the sweater, though. Too prudish. I want the top of your
breasts exposed, and I want balls at the end of the bars highlighted by the
tighter fit. I am sure no one at that game will have ever even imagined bars
like yours, so they will be stealing glances as they try to figure out what it
is. Do you have a tighter sweater with a different neckline?"
"i bought a red sweater with a scoop neck, Mistress. It does fit very
tightly, though," slut replied as she held it up for Ilsa to see.
"That's much better, slut. I know Elaine doesn't want her sister embarrassed
by your condition, but you are MY slave, whether you are here in My house, or
anywhere else, so I demand that your condition always be apparent, at least to a
trained eye. That scoop neck should show off some of your breasts, maybe even
some of the scars I cut into them. The tight knit will emphasize the balls at
the end of the bars. Maybe someone will work up the nerve to ask you about it,
or maybe not. But either way, it should make some eyes turn.
"Now show me what you picked for the dinner on the boat."
slut put down the sweater and picked up an dark green A-line dress, with 3/4
sleeves and a mid-calf hem, with a pair of neutral toned leather strap flat
sandals.
"i thought this would be okay for the dinner, Mistress. It's not formal, but
it's somewhat dressy, not too casual."
"That definitely will not do slut. There aren't going to be ant high school
kids at the dinner, except for your escort, and nothing you could do would
offend her.
"No. I want something much bolder. More striking. I want you in a tight
skirt, mid-thigh. A button front blouse in a light material, so that it will be
immediately obvious that you wear no bra. you will not button the blouse, in
fact, I want you to remove the buttons before you leave. The sandals are too
preppy. Take your black spike heels."
"i have a couple of leather skirts like that, Mistress.
"Do you have any that aren't black?"
"i have two that aren't black, Mistress. i have a cranberry one and a royal
blue one."
"The cranberry will be fine. And what about the blouse?"
"i picked up a light chiffon blouse, off white, see," slut asked as she held
the blouse up for Ilsa's approval. "Lacy billows down the front that would
conceal the buttons, a full sleeve and loose fitting."
"That's much more like it! Your breast bars will be visible to even a casual
glance, especially where it passes between the breasts. That's what I want.
"Also, you are to wear no make-up on your face. But I want you to pay special
attention to using a dark red blush on your areolas so that they stand out
through that light material. No stockings either. Bare legs, and no jewelry,
except in your piercings.
Wednesday afternoon, Tom stopped by and dropped little Keri off to spend some
time with Ilsa and slut/ Keri was bubbling over with excitement at the prospect
of being sent away alone with slut. Ilsa invited Tom into the kitchen for coffee
and said, "Keri, take off your clothes and crawl into the kitchen on your hands
and knees. When you get in there, get up on the table and lie on your back with
your legs spread wide.
"slut, take her clothes from her and put them in the hamper, she won't need
any clothing until you leave Friday. Then fix Tom and me some coffee and
cookies."
"Yes, Mistress," slut answered
Tom and Ilsa headed for the kitchen while slut watched Keri disrobe. she
couldn't help but stare at the flat bald belly and tiny budding breasts. When
Keri was naked, slut scooped up the clothes and headed for the laundry hamper,
while Keri crawled into the kitchen.
When slut got to the kitchen to start the coffee, Keri was already on her
back on top of the table. Ilsa and Tom were sitting at the table fiddling with
Keri's nipples and waiting on their coffee.
"Tom," Ilsa started, do you have any orders or restrictions for slut or Keri
for the weekend?"
"I don't, Ilsa, but You know Elaine does. She wrote them out for You," he
said, as he reached into his sports coat pocket and produced an envelope, which
he handed to Ilsa.
Ilsa opened the letter and read it quietly to Herself as slut brought them
each a cup of coffee and some sugar cookies. "Tell Elaine these rules are fine
with Me, Tom. I have qualms with any of them.
"slut," Ilsa said, looking down at the letter. " Elaine doesn't want you to
touch Keri in any way, except after she uses the toilet. Whenever you are alone
together, you are both to be naked. Keri, you will bring slut to the brink of
orgasm every morning and night before going to sleep. But she is never to cum.
You may only do this with your mouth, no manual stimulation of any kind.
"slut, you are not allowed to cum. you are to instruct Keri on her ways of
perfecting her oral sex techniques. Elaine expects her to be markedly better at
licking pussy when she comes home, and will hold you responsible if she isn't.
"I think that's about it, Tom."
Ilsa and Tom chatted for a while and then Tom left. slut cleaned up after
them while Ilsa toyed gently with Keri's clit. "Keri, Ilsa commanded, "lick me!"
"Certainly Mistress Ilsa," the child replied, as she got off the table and
down on her knees between Ilsa's parted legs and began her ministrations.
During dinner that night, while Ilsa and slut talked about the coming
reunion, Keri spent the time under the table going from one pussy to the other,
trying to keep both women aroused. "Are you apprehensive about going back home
slut," Ilsa aksed?
"Frankly, yes, Mistress. I wasn't very popular in high school, so not too
many of my classmates would i call friends. Merely acquaintances really. I
wasn't asked to the Senior prom by anyone. I really didn't want to go, but my
mom talked me into it, saying i'd wish i had gone when i got older. I ended up
asking a sophomore boy i new from working at a Food Mart. i didn't get asked to
join up with any of the kids in their limos, or party vans, so my date's dad
drove us to the prom. Didn't go to any graduation parties either. We had a small
one with some of my aunts and uncles and cousins. Elaine's sister Becky stopped
over. She was nice to me when we weren't at school and around the other kids,
but when we were near the kids at school, she sort of acted like i wasn't there.
"my parents moved out of town quite a while ago, so there aren't a lot of
people there who would remember me.
"It's funny, i guess. i am not the slightest bit concerned about how i'll
handle my condition around these people. I really don't care what they think at
all."
"you've come a long way slut. You've made Me proud. But I have some ground
rules of My own for you. Elaine gave you some simple ones, and they only affect
you and Keri. I have some that will be a bit trickier.
"Keri," Ilsa called out, get out from under the table and get the package
that's on the counter in the kitchen."
"Yes, Mistress Ilsa," Keri called out, as she crawled out.
Keri returned with the package a few moments later and said, "Here You are,
Mistress."
"Thank you Keri. You may have a seat next to slut. I have something to tell
you both.
"slut," Ilsa said, kneel before me and take off your slave collar."
Startled, slut complied without a response. Her slave collar was a source of
tremendous pride for her. A badge or medal of honor she had earned, and now
Mistress was taking it away. Did She not wish slut to be seen at the reunion
collared?
her mind was racing as she knelt before her Mistress, head bowed. So she
heard, rather than saw Ilsa open the package.
"Present you neck to Me."
slut bowed her head further, a slid closer to her Mistress. Suddenly, she
felt cold steel wrap up around her throat, constricting her neck tighter than
the leather collar, and then she heard the audible click as the locking
mechanism was set.
"Now your wrists, please."
slut held her wrists out, palms up, offered to her Mistress and watched as
Ilsa put the stainless steel wrist cuffs on, locking them as well.
"Get on your back and present your ankles to Me."
slut lay back, and raised her legs up, so that her ankles were in easy reach
for Mistress, and felt as the cold steel ankle cuffs locked on her.
"Go see yourself in the mirror, slut. I like the steel a lot better than the
leather on you."
Slut got up off the floor and went to the full- length mirrors in the corner
of the room, so she could see her front and sides as well. Mistress was right,
of course. The steel, while not causing as much contrast with her pale skin as
the black leather did, was much bolder, more stark, and made her slavery
unquestionable. The four cuffs and the collar all had a thick ring attached, so
that it was painfully obvious that these were not decorative adornments, but
cold instruments of slavery. The significance of the collar might be
misunderstood at the reunion, but the wrist and ankle cuffs would make her
condition immediately apparent.
"So tell Me what you think, slave,"
"i have no words to show my gratitude, Mistress. To be collared by You in
steel is more than i could have ever hoped for. I will try even harder to make
You proud of me and to show You my thanks for allowing me to be Your slave."
"You're welcome, slut. Now, I have one ground rule for you, and Keri is to be
My witness. I don't care how you explain yourself to anyone this weekend. You
can omit information, try to evade giving direct answers, ignore questions, or
try and spin your answers, but, you may not lie. you must tell the truth to any
question you receive. Keri, if she lies, You are to call me on my cell phone at
once, and I will deal with your insubordination on the spot. Am I clear in
this?"
slut and Keri quickly answered, "Yes, Mistress."
"Good, then let's retire to my bedroom, I wish to be worshipped."
Friday had finally arrived. Over breakfast, Ilsa asked, slut, do you have any
questions about your trip?"
"Well, Mistress, i'm sure this sounds a bit silly, but how am i getting home?
Where am i staying?"
"All arranged, slave. My driver will take you and Keri to LaGuardia where
you'll take the shuttle to Logan. A Dom friend of mine will meet you when you
arrive. She has taken care of arranging a rental car and motel reservations
for you. I'll give you a debit card for any expenses you have, and I'll give you
some cash to carry as well. She'll tell you what to do with the car when you
come home.
"Now the two of you had better get ready to go, the shuttles run every half
hour, but My friend will be quite unhappy with you if she has to wait long. I'll
call her when you leave here, so she has an idea when you'll get up there."
"Come see me in the dungeon before you go>"
"Yes, Mistress," slut answered.
Keri quickly chimed a "Yes, Mistress, thank You," and got up from her seat.
Their bags were packed from the night before, so basically all that needed to
be done was toilet and make-up tasks. When they were ready, they brought their
bags down to the foyer, and then headed down the stairs to the dungeon, where
they found Mistress Ilsa seated on the throne that She sits in while watching a
slave be tortured.
"All ready to go, I see. Very nice. slut, what are you wearing under your
cape?"
slut walked over so that she stood before her Mistress, and parted the flaps
of the red stain lined black leather cape, revealing a black corset that pushed
her breasts up and out, while constricting her waist. It ended above her mound,
and had garter tabs to which slut had affixed black back-seamed nylons, accented
by the spike heels.
She had the bells which Elaine had given her in her nipples, her breast bars,
and stainless rings in her clitoris and labia. She had darkened her areolas with
a blush, but wore no other make-up.
"you look lovely, slut," She said as She stood up and walked casually around
her slave, eyeing her with a most meticulous scrutiny. "I look forward to
hearing of your trip when you return. Now go!"
"Yes Mistress, thank You," slut answered.
Slut and Keri went down to the basement garage where Ilsa's car and driver
were waiting. They handed their suitcases to him and climbed into the back seat.
"Keri's enthusiasm was bubbling over, "slut this is going to be so great!
This is gonna be, like awesome!
"I can't wait to see the reaction on everyone's face, especially my Aunt. I
haven't seen her in a long time, I wonder if she'll even recognize me. Are you
nervous? I am, I'm so, like, excited I can't even think. I, like, can't wait to
get to the motel so I can eat you! It's going to be so, like so cool having you
teach me to lick pussy better."
Keri prattled on for most of the trip to the airport, and slut allowed her
to, turning off the chatter and chalking it up to nerves. When they reached the
airport, the driver pulled up to the gate for the shuttles to Washington and
Boston, and leaning back over his seat, he said, "Here are your plane tickets,
roundtrip. I'll pop the latch on the trunk so you can get your bags."
That was it. No comments, quick peeks at slut, nothing.
Keri and slut got out of the car and a skycap helped them get their bags,
directing them to the security area.
Slut hadn't flown in many years and hadn't given a thought to the security
checks she would face, until she found Keri found themselves in a line
approaching a metal detector with armed guards.
When they got up to the metal detector, an alarm sounded. A middle- aged
guard looked at slut briefly, and asked, "Do you have any metal objects in your
bag?"
"No, i don't" slut answered, "but,....i do have some body piercings and
jewelry," she stammered.
"Ear and navel," the guard asked mechanically, not even bothering to look at
slut?
"Um, no. More then that."
"Nose," he asked, still not looking at her."
"No," came the reply.
"Well, what then" he asked, now taking the time to look at slut?
"Do i have to say? Here, with everyone around?"
"Either here, or I pull you out of line and we go have a chat with these FBI
agents lady. Your choice."
"Very well then. I am pierced through my nipples, my labia and clitoris. I
have a metal collar on my neck, and metal cuffs on my ankles and wrists. And i
wear a thick metal bar through both of my breasts."
A wide smile broke out across the guard's face, and without taking his eyes
from the unbuttoned cape slut was wearing, he called, "Hey Jessie, I've got one
for you.
"Please step out of line, Miss. This guard will help you." The guard grabbed
her upper arm, a bit tighter than slut thought necessary, and guided her over to
a door. He waited with slut, holding her arm, until a female guard with "Jesse"
on her name-plate came over.
"She claims to have a lot of body metal, so I thought you might want to
check to see if she's ok."
Then to slut, he said, "I'll keep your daughter with me until your done.
Don't worry about her, she'll be fine."
Jesse said, "Please come with me, Miss," and held the door open for slut.
"Third door on your right, please."
Slut went into the room as directed, and Jesse followed her, closing the door
behind them. "Now what seems to be the problem," Jesse asked?
"i'm not sure, Ma'am," slut replied. "The guard asked me what parts of my
body was pierced and when I told him, he called you and pulled me out of the
line."
"Well what say you tell me what has been done to decorate that body of
yours."
"As i told the guard, i have pierced my nipples, labia and clitoris. I have
metal cuffs on my wrists and ankles as well as a metal collar on my neck, as you
can see. Also, i have a metal bar that runs through my breasts."
"Well then, I'm just going to have to see this for myself to decide whether
or not you are a security risk. Please disrobe."
"Why should i? I'm just flying up to Boston with my charge for the weekend. I
fail to see why this is necessary!"
"I will ask one more time, and then if you don't comply, you will be
arrested, and taken to jail, where they will do much more than just look at you.
Now strip!"
slut stood defiantly for a moment, and then reached up and untied the leather
buckled that held her cape tight to her neck. Then, in a graceful motion, she
let it slide off her shoulders, exposing her nude body to the guard.
The look in the guard's face told slut that this was more then she had ever
seen before. "I.....I'm going to have to get my supervisor, P....Please wait
here."
The guard left the room, locking slut in. A few minutes later, slut heard a
key turn in the lock as the door opened up. Jesse entered first, followed by two
more female guards, and a woman in a business suit.
Slut spoke not a word as the four women eyed her from head to foot. "I'm not
going to pass judgement here," the supervisor stated, "what she does with her
body is her business. Board her, but get her on the plane first, and seat her in
the back, away from the other passengers."
"Yes, Ms. Gandbaum," Jesse snapped.
Gandbaum ordered the three guards out saying, "Find her daughter and meet me
at the gate."
"Fine, Jesse answered, as they left.
The supervisor turned and looked slut over once more, then asked," Would you
mind if I asked you a question?"
"No, that's alright."
"Why, pray tell have you done this to yourself?"
"i belong to someone. Completely. Totally. Whatever She wants from me, it is
my duty to give. She owns me, in a very real and true sense of the word. She
wished for me to have these bars run through my breasts in order that i may
boldly show the world that she owns me. They will be used when i am serving as a
pony girl, pulling a cart with my Mistress at the reins."
Gandbaum, looked at the bells dangling gently from slut's nipples and,
looking her in the eyes, asked, "May I?"
"By all means."
Gingerly, the woman lifted one of the bells, closely inspecting the hole
through the nipple. Then, she slid her hand along slut's breast and felt the
cold steel rod the protruded through it's side.
"I know what you're probably thinking," slut interrupted the silence, i was
awake when that was pushed through."
"Oh my God," the supervisor exclaimed. "I'm speechless. I'm so sorry."
"You needn't be. I am proud to have accepted from my Mistress Her gift of
pain to me.
"i have to catch my plane now, please"
"Yes, yes, of course. Here," she said, handing slut her cape. "I'll escort
you around the metal detectors and take you to the plane myself."
"Thank you," slut said, buckling the cape around her neck. And they went out,
found Keri and headed for the boarding gate.
The New York to Boston shuttle is over almost before it begins, and slut soon
found herself looking for some way to identify Mistress' friend. It didn't take
her long, though, to spot the woman in the crowd. How could she miss her. The
woman stood at least 6 foot two, wore a black leather motorcycle jacket with
hundreds of steel studs in it, her bright purple hair cropped tight to her
head, finger-less leather gloves and engineer boots. Slut took Keri by the hand
and strode up to the intimidating figure.
"you must be slut," the woman announced rather loudly. "I am Mistress Tanya.
Follow Me," she commanded, spinning on her heels and marching off.
Slut and Keri had to quicken their pace to keep up with the Amazon, who
suddenly turned into a women's washroom. When they got inside, Tanya faced slut
and ordered, take off you cape and show Me these bars Ilsa has told Me about.
Slut looked around nervously, and seeing they were alone in the restroom, did
as she was told, taking off the cape, and handing it to Keri.
Tanya looked over the bars, and then grabbed the two "U" brackets from under
slut's breasts, and lifting them, gave a quick tug on them. This startled slut,
and she yelled, "Ow!"
"What are you screaming about, bitch? I wanted to see how these things work.
I'm thinking of doing it to Myself." And as she said this, an Orthodox Jewish
woman came in with five little girls, all dressed in long black dresses. Upon
seeing the naked slut, she tried to block their view and herd them out at the
same time, but failed miserably.
"Want to join us," Tanya called out to her? "We could have an orgy, "She
laughed after them.
