Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 69
We have arrived at one of those watershed days, where the old storylines
make a sharp turn, and new ones begin. We have three basic phases: a woman is
enslaved; a woman accepts her slave collar; and, lastly, the slave girl
performs.
We begin with a pair of slave girls who have already accepted their new
status of members of the servile class. The first order of business on Saturday
was the marriage of Shelley and Ronor, with bridesmaids Janice and Paulette.
We've seen the two little slave girls out with Shelley in town, but how
did the two spend their nights as slave girls?
Shelley's humiliation of the two continued around the clock, yes, even
while they were in bed. A pair of French Maids prepared the two for bed, but
Shelley sat by watching, a willowy switch in her hand. If either of the two
resisted, or if the French Maids failed to perform, the switch would be a
necessary tool of discipline.
Paulette knew the routine by now. The two French Maids secured her
spread-eagle in the bedroom before stripping her down naked. She was not even
permitted the lecture he of wearing high heels. They freed her arms, but kept
her legs spread and bound so she could not run off The buxom brunette held her
hands against her bottom on the outside. The French Maids wrapped duct tape
about her waist to pin her arms in that position. Two pairs of panties went
into her mouth to keep her silent. (If Shelley was in a particularly bitchy
mood, she might order three pairs, or on one occasion, four.) Duct tape pressed
across her lower face from one ear to the other kept the panties in her mouth,
insuring her silence.
The next step was to pull the nylon body sack down over the luscious
brunette's body. The top of it was considerably smaller than the rest, so it
fit snugly about Paulette's head. This part was opaque so the slave girl could
not see.
The remainder was sheer black so Shelley could see the slave girl's
body, the nipples pressing up against the sheer material, the patch of dark hair
between her legs. The body sack was wider below the head part so it snugly
covered Paulette's body from her shoulders to her feet.
When the two French Maids had the top section pulled down over
Paulette's head so she could see nothing, they released her legs from their
bondage. She allowed them to guide her across the room to the foot of her
mistress's bed where they turned her around. The two returned to the task of
pulling the body sack over the brunette's abundant curves. When they had it down
to Paulette's ankles, they pushed the captive back so she lay across Shelley's
bed. Pulling the nylon garment down further, they tied a knot in the sheer
material beneath the brunette's feet.
This left Paulette completely encased in nylon. She could squirm about
a little, but really do nothing to try to get free. The only way to escape was
to undo the knot so the body sack could move up her body, but that was something
she could not do from inside the body sack.
The two French Maids then turned their attention to Janice. In a matter
of minutes they had her secured in the same manner as Paulette.
They pushed the two nylon-covered bodies about so they lay on the bad in
the proper position on the bed about a meter apart.
Their part done, they picked up handcuffs on their way to the door. The
first step was to attach tether chains between rings on the wall and their
collars. Next, they handcuffed to their wrists behind their back. Now they
could only stand helplessly to await their mistress's pleasure.
So just what was the function of the two slave girls?
When Shelley got into bed, she pulled them closer. She had no need for
a blanket, not when she had a pair of slave girls to keep her warm.
Even while they slept the two slave girls were providing service to
their mistress but keeping her warm. They served their mistress this night by
using their own body warmth.
In the morning they had a set routine. Shelley would arise first. She
had no need for the two nylon encased slave girls at first so she left them in
bed. When she was ready for them, she would have the two French Maids get them.
This was a special day, so Shelley did not want to any marks on the
bottoms of her to slaves, at least not at first. They were slave girls so
everyone expected them to be beaten hard and often.
Paulette did not know today was Shelley's wedding day. She knew only
that her mistress enjoyed starting each day by soundly thrashing of her bottom.
That had not occurred for several days, so she dreaded each morning for fear
Shelley would make up for the missed swats. If her mistress was easy on her one
day, it was almost mandatory that she make up for it the next.
Shelley had a room decorated for the sole purpose of punishing these two
slave girls. A total eight wooden posts 25 centimeters in diameter rose from
the floor in groups of four.
They removed the nylon cocoon in the bedroom and led her into this room
with her hands cuffed behind her back. All she wore were the ubiquitous
high-heeled sandals. As soon as they removed the handcuffs from her wrists,
Paulette stepped forward to place her hands on two of the higher posts toward
the center of the room. One French Maid attached a handcuff to each wrist. A
chain ran from it to a ring on the post. The buxom slave girl was going nowhere.
The two French Maids then moved back to Paulette's feet. Raising her
legs in the air, they placed her feet in leather stirrups mounted on the sides
of the posts. As soon as they lowered her weight on them, the leather straps
grew taut about them the shoes, forming a tight loop about the arch.
Janice was next. In just a few minutes they had heard found in an
identical position facing Paulette. Each slave girl would be able to see the
pain and punishment of the other.
Pain and punishment, that was what this position was about. Wearing no
clothes, with the exception of high heels, their bare butts were available for a
spanking. Titties dangled down, providing an unobstructed target for any type
of punishment. Their legs were spread far apart so most intimate parts of their
bodies were available for punishment if Shelley chose.
Each slave girl held her head up, staring in the eyes of her sister
slave. Perhaps Shelley would choose to punish one more than the other. Perhaps
not. Perhaps she would want to punish them equally.
Or, as today, she would choose to punish neither. But they did not know
that.
For half an hour the two naked beauties waited. Shelley knew the
anticipation of a spanking could be more fun than the actual beating of a
behind.
Shelley picked up a switch when she entered the room. The two slave
girls stared at each other, acting as though they were unaware of their
mistress's presence. Shelley swung the switch to the air so it made a whistling
sound, and occasionally slapped herself on the calf.
There was nothing quite like a slave girl in terror of being spanked.
She used the switch to prod the dangling titties of the slave girls, and
to rub it on their tender inner thighs. They could not know what they she had
in store for them. She had teased them before, moving from one to the other
before making her choice. Perhaps the first blow would be across Paulette's
fanny, or perhaps upper thigh dangerously near her pussy. Perhaps it would come
against Janice's dangling tittie. They could not know.
They were merely slave girls. They deserved whatever punishment their
mistress chose to mete out to them.
Without doing anything to them, Shelley left the room.
She had more important things to do.
The two luscious slave girls remained in this vulnerable position for
another hour. Maintaining their weight on their arms was tiring, but they were
afraid to alter their position at all. They could not tell if Shelley had
silently sneaked into the room behind them.
Shelley had hired a wedding consultant who would take care of her
bridesmaids. Mistress Vanessa was the most expensive in town. Expensive, yes,
but a girl gets married only once.
Well, in Shelley's case, it's once today.
Mistress Vanessa brought her own French Maids. The bodice of their
outfits looked like the usual French Maid's outfit, but the skirt was
drastically different. The usual French Maid's outfit had an extremely short
skirt. The skirt these maids wore hardly justified to be called a skirt. Each
was only ten centimeters long. Made of stiff black satin, they flared out from
her hips at a 45-degree angle. If the two wore panties, they would be visible
all the time.
Mistress Vanessa thought panties were an unnecessary luxury.
Her slave girl's only lament was that the outfit covered their titties.
What was the purpose of having big boobs unless you could show them off?
"So where are the little darlings?"
She referred to Paulette and Janice.
Because Paulette had the bigger boobs, Mistress Vanessa chose her to
dress first. She had the French maids handcuff Paulette's arms behind her back
and attach a leash to her collar. Kneeling before Mistress Vanessa, one held
the leash up for her to use. The rather large mistress led the parade from the
room, Paulette following obediently at the end of the leash, and the two French
Maids bringing up the rear with their arms down straight against their sides,
their hands bent so the palms were down toward the floor.
The buxom slave girl recognized the room they led her to. This was one
in which she had been dressed many times before. She did not recognize this
woman, but obviously they led her here to dress her.
Mistress Vanessa positioned the buxom slave girl in the center of the
room. Chains hung down from the ceiling. At the end of each was a ring. She
attached a dangling chain to the ring before running it to the brunette's slave
collar. When she had a chain attached on each side, she knew the buxom captive
would not move from that position when she unbound. The woman moved around
behind the captive to get at the handcuffs. With a couple flips of her fingers,
she had them unlocked and stuffed into her belt.
With a wave of her hand, she signaled the French Maids to begin dressing
the slave girl.
The first item for Paul to where was a corset. She really did not need
one, but since she was only a slave girl, she had no need for clothing at all.
The undergarment was there simply to please her mistress. The item was white
satin, but solidly reinforced where it mattered. Panels of shiny white satin
alternated with cotton embroidered with little white roses.
One French maid stood in front of the dark-haired slave girl to hold the
corset in place. She held a hand on each hip to hold it their while the other
laced it up the back. Once she had the lacings done, she trotted across the
room to get an aluminum rod. She began at the bottom again, inserting the rod
in the lacings and twisting it until the edges of the corset came together.
When she had all the slack from that set of laces, she would insert the rod
higher a couple centimeters up where the laces crossed again. From the bottom
to the top, she tightened it so it was quite snug.
Quite snug, but not snug enough.
Tying the ends together to keep it from getting loose, she began at the
bottom again. One at a time, she worked on the pairs of lacings until she was
at the top again. There she tied a solid square knot.
Paulette's slender figure now formed an exaggerated hourglass. The
absolute slenderness of her waist accented her massive boobs and ample hips. The
only noticeable effect was that it forced her to breathe more deeply. Her large
boobs rose and fell with each breath.
Mistress Vanessa stepped back to admire the view. Slowly she circled the
captive. She demanded much money for her involvement in a wedding. She had
professional standards to insure everything was perfect.
"Once we get the gown on you, I think you will make a splendid vision."
She had seen many slave girls before who served as bridesmaids. Usually,
if they hired her, the slave girl/bridesmaid was some former rival, reduced to
bringing pleasure to the bride. She had seen some more beautiful than Paulette,
but she had seen few with bigger tits.
There were other things to do before she put the bridesmaid's gown on
the slave girl. The French Maids first had to place the sheer black stockings
on her. Paulette knew better than to resist. Once they had them on, they still
had to spend several minutes adjusting the seam in back so it was straight. They
attached the tops of the stockings to the straps dangling down from the corset.
A French Maid knelt on each side to work on the straps. In a matter of minutes
they had the stocking secured so they could not sag.
The high-heeled sandals were next. These were light blue, with the
usual 15-centimeter stiletto heels. One strap went across the top of her foot
and another around her ankles so they would not come off.
The shoulder length, white satin gloves were next. To get them on the
slave girl they had to remove the handcuffs. These gloves were extremely snug.
They gave Paulette's arms a sexy look, while making it very difficult for her to
use her hands.
The only remaining item was the bridesmaid's dress
Paulette had worn this often before during the several fittings. When
the French Maid held it up in front of her, she extended her arms so they could
pull it up her arms. It came up over her shoulders. The outfit was essential
backless, but it did cover her lower back. To secure it, they buttoned six pearl
buttons aligned along the edge.
Despite all the work on the bridesmaid's gown, there really was very
little to it to. A pair of large holes cut in the bodice allowed the two large
mounds to protrude through. With the corset on, they were constantly rising and
falling with each breath.
The gown was floor length; at least it was floor length on the sides and
in back. The gown had no front. At the waist there was a gap five centimeters
wide. It tapered outwards toward the floor so at the bottom the gap was a meter
wide, Without panties, everyone would be able to see Paulette's pubic area.
She would be the most exquisite bridesmaid ever.
The beautiful captive did not resist as a French Maid pulled her hands
behind her back to handcuff them together.
Mistress Vanessa disappeared from Paulette's sight for a few seconds.
The buxom beauty was an experienced slave girl by now so she knew better than to
turn her gaze from any direction than straight ahead.
The mistress held up a pair of short chains before her face. On each
end, there was a clip.
"You will notice, then when I pull on this end of the chain, the clip
pinches tighter. This is so you can enjoy the excitement of the moment.
She squatted to attach one end to the top of the stockings. The other
clipped on the opposite pussy lip. By rotating a nut, she pulled the chain taut.
The second chain went between the remaining stocking and pussy lip.
With each step, the clip would pinch her labia.
Mistress Vanessa motioned the French Maids forward. Once they had her
hands free, the French Maids pulled them in front of Paulette, each holding one
arm to keep it in place. The mistress produced a white patent leather strap she
used to bind Paulette's wrists together before her. There was no need to apply
any locks, as the strap was so tight that the captive had no means of getting
free.
The French Maids scampered out of her way as she stepped around behind
the captive to run another strap between her upper arms at the elbow. This made
it impossible for her to bring her arms forward. She could not move them at all.
Her hands were together before her at waist level while her arms pressed tightly
against her sides.
The French Maids busied themselves brushing out Paulette's long, dark
hair. They knew the bride it would want her slave girl to look especially
beautiful this special day.
The outfit also had a white straw hat with a largely opaque veil. The
wearer could make out general shapes in front of her so she would not bump into
anything, but no one would recognize her. She was only a slave girl. The only
things that mattered were her boobs and her pussy.
Now that they had Paulette done, the Mistress Vanessa attached used a
leash to lead her across the room. She tethered her to a ring on the wall where
she would be out of the way it would not hurt herself.
Now it was Janice's turn. In fifteen minutes they had her dressed in
the same manner as Paulette with her hands bound before her. Instead of
attaching the clips to her labia, she had attached them to the rings. The result
for the slave girl would be the same.
It was almost time for the winning.
