Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

By Kilogram

Chapter 74

"I think this is a brilliant idea. In by doing this I will be able to figure out who has been stealing from me."

If you have to ask what the plan is, you obviously haven't been paying attention.

Erin looked at her friend and rolled her eyes.

The two were an interesting contrast. Erin's hair was black, her eyes large and brown. Melissa was a blonde with brown eyes. Both were of average height. Erin's boobs were large, but normal size while Melissa's were overabundant.

A blonde with big tits: the perfect recipe for a slave girl.

"I can't believe you are serious about this, Melissa. I thought we were only kidding."

Of course Erin had not been kidding. If she had not wanted Melissa to do this, she would never have suggested it.

The blonde said nothing, but rose to cross the room to where she had left a bag next to a chair. As she walked back, she drew a mass of red silk from within. Tossing the bag on the chair where she had been sitting, she held the garment so it fell open. She turned to hold them up so her friend could see.

"This is how serious I am. I went out and bought these for myself today."

Erin fingered the material, wondering what her friend would look like dressed as a slave girl. That was something she had fantasized about often before. Now that a plan was nearing its completion, she did not want to be so persuasive that she would talk the blonde out of it.

"I don't know."

She had thought about this for a while. She would appear reluctant. Let the blonde talk herself into it.

"Just wait until you see me in this."

"You mean you tried it on already?"

"Sure. I did it in my house with the door locked. Wait until you see me in this!"

Without another word, the blonde turned to pick up the bag. Flashing another smile, she turned toward the bathroom.

Erin waited until she heard the door close before allowing a wicked grin to spread across her face. This had turned out better than she had planned.

Melissa appeared back in room in five minutes dressed as a slave girl. She wore a short pink, flared minidress. For slave girl outfits, this one was rather conservative. This being a one-piece outfit, her navel was not exposed. It was a little longish in front, but it still showed off so much of her thighs that no one would complain. The neckline showed her cleavage, but not an extravagant amount.

Of course, Melissa could not tell that much of her boobs were visible on the sides (as the outfit was designed), or that the hem was much shorter in back so her panties were visible any time she moved.

The buxom blonde held her arms out to her sides and did a slow turn.

"Well with you think?"

As she turned, the flared skirt billowed out a little, allowing Erin to see the blonde's panties.

The beautiful brunette had to work hard to keep from laughing. Melissa had no idea what she looked like. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Which was fine with Erin

"I still don't think this is a good idea."

That was her plan, to force Melissa to forge ahead without thinking. She knew the blonde would do what she wanted regardless of what anyone told her.

"You said yourself the plan was foolproof. You send me over to my place as your piece of property. I spend a few days there trying to find out who is stealing from me. They would never suspect that a slave girl was spying on them. And after a couple of days they send me back to you. And you let me go. It is simple."

There were many more complications than Melissa could comprehend, but Erin counted on that. She had many guards and whipmistresses to take care of her slave girls. The captives appeared when she wanted them and disappeared when she was done with them.

"Well, if you are sure you want to this…" She let the tone of her voice tell the beautiful blonde that she doubted this was a good idea.

"It's a good idea. You send me over there. They dress me like a French Maid and have me clean around the house. Then I find out what is going on."

"If you insist. What about shoes? Slave girls don't normally go around in bare feet."

"I got shoes."

The blonde sat on the edge of the bed to put the shoes on. They were pink, patent leather sandals. One strap went across the top of her foot. Another encircled her ankle immediately above the back of the shoe. A strap run up four centimeters in back so another strap could encircle her lower calf above the ankle. The ends of the strap buckled together on the inside. Attached to the strap in front was a small, but elegant, pink satin bow.

"What do you think?"

Melissa repeated her actions early, only this time she moved away from the bed as she spun about.

"You are getting around in those shoes awfully good for someone who is not wearing a collar."

"I've been practicing."

"I can tell. Now what?"

"Here, help me with these gloves."

The gloves were shoulder length pink satin, so they match the rest of her outfit. The blonde handed them to her friend and held her arms out in front. Erin held them up, allowing them to dangle down toward the floor.

"What about a slave collar?"

"I got one here."

"I can't put it on you. It would be illegal for me to put a slave collar on a free woman unless the necessary papers are filled out and I'm certain you don't want to do that."

"But this is just pretend!"

"There still are things that could go wrong. Why don't you put the collar on your self, and I will watch. That way I will be completely blameless in this.

Melissa looked at her friend for several seconds with a frown on her face. She was the one taking all the risk by allowing herself to bound and dressed as a slave girl, She could not see white Erin would be concerned about someone finding out that she had helped in this little charade. But if her friend wanted her to put the slave collar on herself, she would oblige.

She still had her hair pinned-up on the back of her head so she no trouble fitting the black leather slave collar about her neck. Sticking the working end of the collar through the buckle on the other end, she pulled it tight. When she had it snug, she squeezed the ends of the buckle. The device locked automatically. She had a key back at her place, and she was certain Erin had one. Many masters and mistresses had keys simply to torment their slave girls. No one actually removed the collar of a slave girl (as far as she knew). There were several laws in place about freeing slave girls within town. If one were to do it, they would have to take her outside the city's walls to do it.

Once a month, the "Hunt Club" held a contest to allow slave girls to try to escape. The contest was called "The Hunt" and it took place outside the city's walls. Each participant provided one slave girl as the prey. They had discovered over time that the best prey were slave girls new to the collar. They still had some hope that they could become free.

Melissa had participated once and it had been fun though it cost her a slave girl. Sarah was a little blonde she had recently acquired. On horseback she took the blonde to the starting point four kilometers from town. There she removed Sarah's collar and put her in the pen with the others.

The prey were naked except for high-heeled sandals. About each ankle they wore leather straps to which were fastened circular bells so she could not take a step without the bells revealing her presence.

The rules were quite simple. The prey were allowed to run for the city's walls. If they made it through the gate, they were free. Once in a while one did, usually they did not. The hunters pursued them on horseback. If captured, the girl became the slave girl of whoever put a collar on them. Some lucky hunters caught more than one. That was how Melissa ended up losing Sarah.

She never went back to play the game again.

Here is town, you could not put a collar on a woman unless the enslaver took certain legal steps. (Bribing the officials to look the other way was one of the more accepted methods.) Neither could you take a collar off a slave girl.

Since Melissa was not officially a slave girl, she reasoned Erin would have no problem in freeing her.

"Okay now what?"

"Now for the gloves. Come over and front of me and kneel with your hands on your knees. The Melissa opened her mouth to protest but then realize that Erin was correct. She now wore the collar of a slave girl. She was not permitted to sit down. A slave girl could only kneel in the presence of a mistress. Taking a few steps forward she lowered her left knee to the floor and then brought her right down to join it.

Erin took Melissa's left wrist with her right hand so she could pull the glove up to the right height. She had put satin gloves on the slave girls often before so she had no trouble getting these on Melissa's arms. In a couple of minutes, she had the other glove on.

"And have you given any the thought about how you are going to be bound?"

Melissa looked up at her friend.

"I thought you would just used the regular handcuffs."

"They are so ordinary hand and somewhat frightening when they are put on you're the first time. With that cold steel against your flesh, you know you are not going to be able to escape no matter what you do."

Erin pouted as she pretended to try to think of an alternative. Of course, she already had one.

Without a word to the kneeling blonde, she bounded to her feet and moved to a closet where she had a great variety of bondage items for her own kennel of slave girls. In a minute she returned with a black leather singleglove. "This will work fine. You will be entirely helpless with this thing on, but you won't feel the tightness of handcuffs or ropes on your wrists. Your arms will just be immobile behind your back."
She sat on the chair where she had been before and held the item up for Melissa to see.

"I guess that will do."

Looking down at her friend, she ordered, "Come to your feet and turnaround with her arms behind your back."

Melissa put her hands down on the rug to help her maintain her balance as she stood up. She then turned as her friend had ordered with her arms behind her back. She laced her fingers together.

The beautiful brunette stepped closer so she could slide leather bondage device up the blonde's arms. This model of singleglove had a heavy zipper from the bottom to the top. Erin pulled it up partway, just enough so it would remain on her arms. Erin then pulled a strap attached to the top on the right, ran it across Melissa's upper back, over her shoulder and then under her arm to the singleglove where there was a buckle riveted to the leather. Threading the end of the strap through the buckle, she pulled it taut and stuck the pin through the hole.

Erin then went to work on the other side. While it would have required her to take only a couple of small steps to move to the side so she could do that, that was not the way things were dome. The mistress remained stationary, the slave girl moved. Taking her friend by the upper arms, she spun her about so he had access to her other side. That strap from the upper part of the singleglove passed over her back, over her shoulder, and down under her arm to the singleglove.

Melissa now was bound so securely that she would not be able to get free if she tried, but she did not try. Though she was helpless, Erin was not done. She knew that a slave girl was not properly dressed unless she was completely helpless. Grabbing the singleglove with her left hand, she used her right to pull the zipper all the way up to the top. Erin flipped the tab down and secured it in place by a leather strap. The strap kept the tab pinned against the metal so it would not open. She then turned her captive to the side so she could readjust the strap that she had put on first. She needed to pull it only one hole tighter. She then turned her captive about so she faced in the other direction. This presented the blonde's other side to her. She repeated the process, drawing the strap tight. This time, she had to pull the strap two holes for to make it tight.

"Well, how you feel?"

Viewing that question as a license to try to escape, the beautiful blonde moved her arms about. She looked over to her left as she twisted her arms around. She could see the end of the single glove where there was a large metal ring. She then moved her arms and the other direction and looked over that way. Looking up at Erin she smiled.

"You're right. I'm helpless without feeling the restraint of handcuffs or ropes."

"That's why I prefer a singleglove."

"So what's next?"

"A gag. I l have to find one that those with your ensemble."

"I bought one. It is in the bag." The blonde nodded toward the bag sitting. Erin came to her feet, took one tentative step in that direction and looked back at her friend.

"Kneel facing wall."

She watched as the blonde moved in the direction indicated and fell to her knees just short of the wall.

"Put your nose up against the wall."

The brunette wondered how far she could push her free. If Melissa refused to follow one of her idiotic little orders it would not matter. She could do nothing to stop her now. She saw the blonde's head move forward a little.

The gag Melissa had chosen for herself was a simple ballgag. The ball itself was pink so it matched her outfit. The strap was black leather so it matched the slave collar she wore.

"Well, Melissa, you may not very smart," Erin thought, "but you certainly didn't have an eye for fashion."

As she walked toward the kneeling blonde, Erin unbuckled the ends of the strap so the device was ready for use once she arrived behind the captive.

"Put your head back with your mouth wide open."

The captive obeyed, but she did not move her head sufficiently for Erin to get the rubber ball in her mouth. Placing her right hand on Melissa's forehead, she pushed down. As a reaction, the blonde's mouth opened wider. Erin pushed the rubber ball into her mouth. She then used her right hand to push the blonde's head forward and down so she looked down at the floor with the top of her head. This allowed her to pull the ends of the leather strap together behind her head. In a matter of seconds she buckled them together.

With the gag and collar on, Erin no longer needed access to the back of Melissa's neck. She pulled the pins free, allowing her long tresses to cascade down her back.

"This is too easy," she thought herself.

Erin crossed to the closet again, returning in seconds with a chain leash.

"Raise your head."

Once she had access to the blonde's throat, she attached the end of the leash to the ring on front. She tugged up on it once.

"On your feet slave girl."

Melissa struggled to her feet. Without the use of her hands, it was difficult to maintain her balance. She fell forward, her face bouncing off the wall. Erin didn't offer to help. If Melissa was going to be a slave girl, and she certainly was, she would have to learn how to do these things on her own.

The blonde straightened up, then fell over a couple times before she finally came to her feet.

Erin used the leash to lead her captive about the room in several large circles. Erin walked backwards so she could study the way the bound captive moved.

"Okay, Now turn around and bend over. I want to see your panties."

The blonde squinted to show her displeasure. Bound and gagged as she was, she could do nothing else. She obeyed the order, turning and bending over.

As she bent over, the hem of the minidress rose, revealing her panties.

"This will never do."

Melissa straightened up and turned her head and upper body so she could see Erin.

"Did I give you permission to straighten up?"

Melissa turned back around and bent over.

"Your panties are the same color as the minidress. They have to contrast. Fortunately, I have a selection."

The brunette left the room, returning in a few seconds to find Melissa in the same position in which she had left her.

"Straighten up so I can get your panties off."

The pink satin panties were snug about the blonde's hips, forcing Erin to pull down on one side, then the other until they could fall down to her ankles.

"Step out of them."

Once she had done that, Erin had a new order.

"Now stand with your legs spread."

The panties Erin had were different from the briefs Melissa had chosen for herself. These were bikini panties that tied on each hip. Erin had a lot of experience doing this to slave girls so she had little trouble securing them on the blonde's hips. A pair of tiny strings came together in a bow on the blonde's right hip. Erin turned her captive halfway around so she could access Melissa's left hip.

Granted, it was hard to put this type of panty on,

It was also amazing easy to take them off. A tug on a loose end of any string on the hips would cause the small garment to flutter to the floor.

And Melissa knew full well how close she was to having her bottom exposed.

"Now bend over," Erin ordered as she straightened out the back of the miniskirt.

Melissa obeyed. As her upper body went down, the hem of the minidress rose.

The black satin panties came into sight.

Erin smiled.

"Time to move out."

She pulled on the leash. Melissa straightened up. She started following until she realized Erin's destination was the door to the hall. She stopped, but bound and gagged as a slave girl, there was little she could do. After opening the door, Erin turned to pull forward on the leash. The brunette used only one hand to show Melissa how helpless she was.

She pulled the young blonde into the hall before moving a couple steps down the halls so she could fasten the end of the leash to a ring on the wall.

"Now, don't run off," she teased as she patted the blonde's satin covered bottom.

Melissa watched her friend walk down the hall. It was not until she was out of sight that the panic set in. There she was, bound and dressed as a slave girl, with no one to protect her. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She wiggled her arms within the single glove but could get no freedom at all.

She pulled the singleglove to the left, then to the right. As she moved it about, she felt the straps dig into the tender flesh of her shoulders, but nothing she did not her any freedom at all.

She was glad when she saw Erin coming down the hall toward her. She would get her friend to release her.

"I made the arrangements." As she said that she attached a tag to the ring on the front of the blonde's collar.

"Mmmmmfffffttttt."

"I know, it's just perfect, isn't it."

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"

"It won't be long now. Someone is coming for you soon."

She patted her captive on her bottom.

"Mmmmmffffftttttt!!!"

To add emphasis to what she meant, the blonde stomped her foot on the floor but Erin had already turned to walk away.

She knew what Melissa wanted, or at least she had a pretty good idea. It was too late now.

Melissa began struggling with her bondage again without achieving any more success than she had waiting for Erin to return. Erin had bound her as she would any other slave girl. The buxom blonde was not going to escape.

Half an hour later a courier appeared at the end of the hall. Melissa noticed her only when she had moved half the way down the hall. Her brown eyes grew wide as she realized that somebody other than Erin was seeing her dressed as a slave girl.

She stopped struggling.

She looked down as the courier reached for the tag attached to her collar. A grunt told her that the woman was looking for her.

The buxom blonde may have had reservations about being with that woman. Those reservations turned to down terror as the woman reached under the short skirt to jerk the panties down. One bow came loose as they fell to mid thigh. Melissa moved her legs apart to try to trap them where they were, but they continued to fall down to her ankles.

"Let's go Blondie, your public awaits."

The newly collared captive could do nothing as the woman freed the end of the leash from the ring on the wall. Looping it about her hand to get leverage, she pulled on it. Melissa could do nothing but follow.

Since the courier thought her captive was nothing more than a slave girl, she gave her now information about where they were going. Melissa followed at the end of the leash. At first she resisted, forcing the woman to pull hard on the leash, but there was nothing she could do to stop the woman from dragging her down the hall to the steps. From there they descended the stairs to the ground floor. Melissa expected to exit from the front door, but she forward she was a slave girl. She had to leave by the slave girls' entrance in back.

Melissa's status had been going downhill by steps. First she had been bound in the room, then in the hall. The courier led her outside to the alley where everyone could see her. There she was tethered again. The courier then stepped inside.

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"

There was nothing the blonde could do. She was alone and helpless until someone came to protect her.

She had learned her first lesson as a slave girl.

Until the courier return, she had to stand there in the alley, her bottom covered only by the short hem of that minidress.

The courier returned in a few minutes, riding her horse down the alley. She leaned over to unhook the end of the leash, and then twisting around, she reattached it to a ring on her saddle. Without a word, she turned the horse about and started down the alley. Melissa had no chance to resist. The tension on the leash pulled her irresistibly forward.

The captive blonde quickly lost track of where she was in town. She was too embarrassed by her bondage and attire to look up as the courier paraded her through town.

What was her destination? Then again, did it really matter? After a long, circuitous walk, she found herself inside a slave kennel. (She did not recognize it, but she had not often been in hers. They always brought the slave girls to her.)

They removed the minidress, replacing it with a silk miniskirt. The blonde could not tell there was a slit up the back.

The singleglove remained on her.

The mistress turned the beautiful blonde so she faced away from her. Melissa stood with her legs together, usually just cause for a severe spanking, but the woman was well aware of the circumstances regarding the blonde's captivity. Standing with her legs together actually worked toward her plan. She selected a Model 73 switch from container on the floor.

"Now, Blondie, when I count to '3,' you will spread your legs as wide as your shoulders and bend over until your upper body is parallel to the ground. Bend your head back so you stare straight ahead.

"One. Two. Three!"

Naturally, the buxom blonde did not obey, not that the mistress expected her to. Grabbing a fistful of blonde tresses, she swung her switch twice.

Crack! Crack!

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!."

She pulled Melissa's head back so the captive could see her.

"Are you going to be a good little slave girl from now on?"

The woman had a tight grip on the blonde's long hair, but Melissa managed to indicate her acquiescence with a little nod.

The woman let go.

"Now, again. One. Two. Three."

The blonde moved her feet apart and bent over. Her hips forced the edges of the miniskirt to separate. Not only was Melissa showing off her pussy, she was offering it to anyone who wanted it.

"Now straighten up, and we'll try it again."

After Melissa had demonstrated several times that she was most willing to do what the woman ordered, the mistress stuck the switch in her belt to free both hands. When she stepped back from the captive, Melissa's long, lovely locks were braided into a pair of pigtails that dangled down her back.

The leash remained attached to the blonde's collar, though no one held the end. The mistress reached over the captive's left shoulder to grab it.

"Come along," she ordered as she led Melissa across the room.

Ahead of them was a full-length mirror on a wall. Melissa veered to the right to get a lock at herself. The skirt covered as much of her thighs as the minidress had. Of course, she was topless so her titties were visible.

"Turn around. Now look over your shoulder at yourself."

When she did that, Melissa saw that the satin miniskirt had a slit halfway up the back. She imagined she showed a lot of leg when she walked.

"Now, keep looking at yourself as you spread your legs apart and bend over."

Melissa's big brown eyes opened wide in horror at what she revealed by bending over.

The mistress grabbed the leash near the collar so the captive had no choice but to look at her.

"Did you like those swats on your fanny?"

Melissa answered with a slow shake of her head.

"Do you want more?"

Another shake.

"I'm going to take you outside where you will offer your wares to every man who comes by. If you hesitate at all, you will get ten hard swats on each cheek. Understand?

A nod.

"Are you going to be a good little slave girl and obey?"

Another nod.

"Come along then."

Melissa had to trot to keep up with the woman. Once outside, she kept her eyes toward the ground, afraid that someone would recognize her. (She had forgotten that no one recognized slave girls, which was the very reason she had assumed this disguise.)

The woman led her to a building she did not recognize. The wall in front of her was gray stone. Pretty much one wall looked like another.

"Stand right here. I don't want you bumping your head when you bend over."

She replaced the chain leash with a much long tether line that she ran to a ring on the wall before her.

"I'm going to be over there so I will see if you don't obey. I think you will discover this is much better than being spanked. And you might even enjoy it."

Melissa doubted that last statement. As she stood facing the wall she made a mental note to fire all her guards and whipmistresses and everyone else in her employ.

She heard footsteps approaching. Afraid of more swats on the bottom, she spread her legs and bent over.

"What do we have here? A hidden garden of delight!"

She did not like being referred that way. She…

"Aaahhhhhhhh!!

She came twice before the man was finished with her. He held her upright by getting a good grip on the pigtails. That kept him from knocking her over when he thrust forward.

Melissa was sorry he was done. She was just being to enjoy herself.

She came four times when the next man decided to use her. And five for the man after that.

While we wish we could say Melissa went through a morning of endless ecstasy, not only men came by. Women had no use for her pussy. A few light blows between the legs taught Melissa what a tart she was.

So, when the buxom blonde bend over, she had no way of knowing whether the person who pass by, use her, or deliver a blow or two to her pussy.

Since she wore the collar of a slave girl, she had no need to know. All she had to do was obey.