Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 81

"First you have to get me out of this."

Canjac realized that Peggy was locked to the chair. A broad leather strap encircled her waist and two smaller ones her ankles. At the end of the straps there were buckles that locked to rings on the chairs.

He had not noticed that light chains connected the bracelets she wore on each wrist to the chair.

"How?"

This was a game he was not used to.

"You have to pay the management. Usually a guy buys me a drink or two. Strapped up like this, I have to drink whatever is offered."

"How many drinks do you have before you get loose?"

"I don't know. I always lose track." The implication is that she was always too drunk to know what was going on.

"I know people who know people. Don't run off."

"Ha, ha."

It took Canjac only a couple minutes to transact his business. He returned with a handful of bondage gear.

"What's all that for?"

He released her wrists from their bondage.

"Lean forward. Put your hands behind your back."

The brown-eyed beauty realized she was not going to get an answer to her question so she did as he ordered. In a matter of seconds he had her wrists cuffed behind her back.

"What is this for?"

"You talk too much."

The gag was next. This was not a regular ballgag that was spherical, but was a modified one that was oval. It did not scare off the willing victim since it was not as severe as a regular gag. Peggy opened her mouth without being told to. He slid it between her teeth without effort. She bent her head forward as he slid the ends of the leather strap behind Peggy's head. He did not have to see to buckle the ends together.

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"

"Well put."

He then ran a short chain between the handcuffs and a ring on the gag strap. She could not use her hands to protect her body, and the downward drag on the strap forced her to keep her nose in the air.

Only then did Canjac use the key to free the belt from about her waist. Peggy started to rise. Before she could get her bottom off the seat, he had slipped a chain leash about her neck. Once hooked to a link, he had her under control as he did any other slave girl.

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"

Canjac could have rented another private room, but he sensed this young beauty wanted to be out in public where everyone could celebrate her helplessness. He rented an alcove in the front of the tavern. This was not part of the main rooms of the inn, but rather a corridor that ran along the front of the building. Anyone could pass through the alcove simply by walking down the corridor. The front wall was a set of windows. With ample lighting, anyone in the street could see in.

Canjac was thinking ahead a couple of steps. He had to coordinate his fun with Peggy with the sale of Michelle. The two events were not mutually exclusive, but there was a conflict.

He tethered her chain leash to a ring on the back wall. He moved down the hall until he found what he wanted, a large box. Peggy still stood where he had left her when he returned with the box. He placed it in the alcove.

"We need one other thing," he said as he snapped his fingers. Without an explanation he started off.

Most of the other women we have seen would have panicked when their protector left them alone, but not Peggy. She took a couple steps toward the windows to see if anyone could see her. She only moved two-thirds of a meter from the wall before the chain leash forced her to come to a halt.

She twisted her body partway around so she could see outside. The sun was still up but there were few people on the street. She hoped more people would come by later.

Canjac arrived in a couple of minutes.

He held up a black velvet choker. A golden disk dangled down in front with the words "Bondage Toy" inscribed on it.

"Anyone seeing this on you will think you are a slave girl."

The black velvet, at a distance, looked like black leather.

The chain leash came off first. He placed it about her neck so the disk was in front. He then pulled the pins from her hair so it fell down. He then removed the cuffs.

"Stand on that box and take off all your clothes."

Peggy's eyes opened wide in mild shock at his order. Canjac was surprised that she was surprised at all.

Canjac pulled a chair around so he was at a 45-degree angle to the side. She realized he did this so anyone outside would have an unobstructed view of her body.

She wanted to play at being a slave girl.

He was giving her the chance to do that.

Peggy stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes growing in narrow slits as she wondered what he was up to.

Would she refuse to strip?

Since one of her fantasies was that of being naked in public, that isn't very likely.

Slowly she pulled off her top. By the time it landed on the floor, she was already removing her bra. She managed to get the long skirt off without falling off the block. That left only the panties. She partially bent over, partially squatted as she pushed them down to her ankles. Using her right foot, he kicked them at Canjac who caught them just as they were about to hit his face.

"Lock your hands together behind your head. Stare outside."

He studied her as she did that. Since she pretended to be a slave girl, she stared straight out the window where several people passing by glanced in her direction.

She felt her nipples growing hard and pointed.

Being naked in public was arousing her.

Canjac noticed this too.

"Perhaps I should have used two blocks. That way you could stand with your legs spread."

She jerked her head about to look at him, then turned to stare straight ahead. He had ordered her to stare out the window. She knew that if she were truly a slave girl, he would have no choice but to punish her for that.

He noticed the trace of a smile on her lips.

This alcove was outfitted with all the accoutrements needed to chastise/play with a slave girl. Canjac walked to the back wall where there was a crank on a wall. By turning it, he lowered chains from overhead pulleys. At the end of each there was a leather cuff. Pulling her right arm up, he wrapped a cuff about Peggy's wrists so she now had to stand with her hand above her head. He stepped behind her to the left to get at that wrist.

"Up on you tiptoes," he ordered as he returned to the crank. It made a noisy, metallic, clanking sound as he turned the handle to draw all slack from the chains. He did not draw her into the air, he merely made certain she could not get down from her tiptoes.

"You know, this isn't a very comfortable position," she pointed out.

Canjac had a solution to that.

"Open up."

He held the ballgag harness for her to see. She stuck her lower lip out as though to pout before opening her mouth so he could push the rubber ball into her mouth.

(Yes, the correct description is "push" instead of "shove.")

He ducked under her raised arms to get at the harness. With his experience, it took only a couple minutes for him to finish buckling the harness about her head. He pulled the ends of the central strap about her head, buckling them at the nape of her neck so she could not push the rubber ball from her mouth with her tongue.

He pulled the remainder of the head harness up across her face. A pair of straps ram diagonally from just outside her mouth to the bridge of her nose. They were riveted to form a single strap that continued across her forward, the top of her head, and down in back where he buckled it to the central strap.

"Bite down on the ball," he ordered.

As soon as she did that, he buckled the ends of the chinstrap together. She could ease her bite a little but not enough to make it worthwhile trying to say anything.

The ballgag harness had one extra feature. There were straps so he could fasten a blindfold over her eyes. Another strap encircled her head to hold the pads in place. These pads were attached to the harness by snaps so once he had this added feature in place, she could see nothing.

Canjac left the alcove momentarily. He returned in less than a minute with a pair of leather cuffs. He attached one to each ankle. As soon as he finished, he grabbed her right ankle, pulling it out to the side. A chain kept it away from the box.

He moved around to her left. She tried to resist as he pulled her left leg to the left. Nothing she did could stop him though. When her foot left the box, she dangled in the air from those chains.

Quickly he attached a chain to the cuff so that when he let go, she had to remain hanging there with her legs spread.

She was helplessly bound, there was no doubt of that but she could still thrash about. For a purist such as Canjac, that was unacceptable. He moved to the right to shorten the chain a few centimeters. Then he moved over to the left to do the same. After making a few other adjustments, he had her legs spread so she could not move them at all.

Standing behind her, he placed one hand on each of her hips. He slid them forward toward her belly. The movement was an oval, ending up near where it started. His hands moved forward again.

She knew his hands were moving slowly toward her tits. She wanted him to caress them, but that was not her decision. He decided when he would fondle them. She became convinced he would take them in his firm grasp each time his hands came close, but all he did was rub the edge of his fingers across the bottom arc of each globe. His hands began to move downwards, down, down, until they were where they began.

They started up again, teasing her with each touch. Again, they did nothing more than touch her titties with a feather touch of a true master before starting down toward her navel again.

As the hands approached her navel, his left hand continued down toward her crotch. The right hand moved quickly to her right tit. The nipple became hard and pointed between his thumb and index finger.

She thought little about that though. Her thoughts were on the other hands moving closer to her pussy. His fingers rubbed up and down across her pubic hair.

Just when she though he would stimulate her love next, he withdrew both hands.

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"

Like she had any say in the matter.

Quietly he moved around in front of her. He bent slightly to take her left nipple in his mouth.

He stopped when the beautiful brunette was close to an orgasm. Oh, she was going to have one (or more) eventually, but he would decided when. His hands played with both titties until both nipples seemed to want to explode off those large, supple mounds. He drew his hands away.

Right now he had business to do with Michelle.

To the side there was a chalkboard on the wall where the binder could leave instructions for anyone passing by to add their own torment to the captive's plight.

He wrote: "Do not disturb."

When he returned to Peggy, she would be begging for him to allow her to come. (If he was so foolish to remove the ballgag from her mouth.)

He turned in the check stub to claim the brunette from the check booth. He heaved her over his shoulder to carry her to the room where he status would be officially changed to that of slave girl.

The French Maids waited, cuffed and tethered. Though they did not wear blindfolds, they saw nothing as each stared at the wall before her. He had to admit that they were well trained.

He knew they considered being a French Maid as a position of honor. Men and woman had the opportunity to see their bodies. The outfits they wore served no other purpose than to make their bodies appear even sexier.

"Get her dressed in this," he said, indicating a package he had sent over earlier in the day.

The two stripped Michelle down bare assed naked. Her basic lingerie items would be those of a slave girl.

One French Maid wrapped the black, lace garterbelt about the woman's hips while another prepared the sheer black stockings. Once she had the garterbelt hooked, she adjusted it so it fit snugly against the brunette's hips.

She then held Michelle so her sister slave could pull the first stocking up her right leg. When she had it up to mid-thigh, she cupped the material at the ankle. Slowly she drew her hands up, smoothing out the material. When she finished with the right leg, she repeated the effort with the left. She was an experience slave girl so it took her on a few minutes to get the stockings on the captive.

While she attached the tab in front to the top of the stockings, the second French Maid released her grip so she could do the same to the tab on the side.

The panties were next. They were white satin bikini briefs. The woman's patch of dark hair showed through the thin material at her crotch. They looked similar to the white cotton panties a free woman would wear, only they were sexier. They were the attire of a slave girl.

The high heels were also those of a slave girl. One strap went about her ankle and another across the top of her foot so she could not kick them off. Though by now the buxom brunette had much experience wearing that type of shoes, she still could not move quickly. The stiletto heels became another element of her bondage.

The bra was next. While it was white, the cups were made of sheer white nylon. It lifted Michelle's oversized boobs, but anyone could see the nipples through the material. It served the function of a free woman's bra while at the same time providing the

The white cotton blouse was next. The material was thin and cut so it fitted tightly to the wearer's body. The dark circles of the nipples were visible through the blouse.

The final item was the long, black satin skirt. No self-respecting free woman would should off her legs in public as though she was a slave girl. The dress covered her body from the waist to her ankles, but was so tight that it showed off every curve of her bottom and hips.

Well, what else do you expect? Canjac dresses Michelle as a free woman and she still looks like a slave girl.

Maybe there is a lesson to be learned from this. No matter how you wrap a present, it remains a present.

A ballgag was something you would expect a slave girl to wear so that was not appropriate for her. Canjac removed it, replacing it with a pair of wadded up panties. He secured them in the captive's mouth with a strip of duct tape six centimeters wide.

He stepped around the captive to get a narrow strap that he tossed to the nearest French Maid. She squatted to loop it about Michelle's feet, under the arches and over the top. She buckled the ends together. With this she had Michelle's feet bound together.

Canjac was busy while the slave girl did that. At the far end of the room there was a cloak closet. He opened the door wide to allow some light to get in.

He walked back to the bound captive. Without a word to Michelle, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He carried her into the closet, setting her down so she faced the door. He turned her about so she faced the wall. There was nothing she had to see.

She was not a slave girl.

Yet.

Canjac closed the door behind him. Michelle would stay in place until he was ready for her.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, wondering if he had time to check on Peggy before the festivities began. First he had to secure the French Maids. It took him only seconds to cuff their hands behind their backs. A few more seconds to tether them to rings on the wall.

He took a step toward the door, but by then, his guests had begun to arrive. When all the bidders had arrived (and they all arrived early as no one wanted to miss out on the festivities), he explained the rules.

He needed the notary to certify that Michelle was a free woman. His function would occur soon.

When he had explained what was to happen to everyone, he returned to the closet to get the captive. Once again, he picked her up to carry her into the room. By then the men had taken their seats.

Canjac set the buxom captive down in front of the notary. He removed the blindfold, gag, and bonds in that order. Michelle had to begin these proceedings as a free woman.

"Are you a free woman?'

"Yes I am."

"Do you freely consent to be sold as a slave girl?"

"Yes, I do."

"Sign these papers here, here and here."\

A bureaucracy is a bureaucracy regardless of the time or place.

"You realize that you are giving up all rights as a free woman by signing?"

"Yes, I do."

As soon as she had signed the third paper, Canjac reached around her to cup her jaw with his left hand. His right held the leather gag.

"Open up. You have nothing worthwhile to say any more."

A free woman would have been offended at such a statement directed at her, but Michelle had stopped thinking of herself as a free woman long before. She knew that what Canjac said was true.

H had no trouble buckling the ends of the strap together behind her head as her hair was still pinned up.

"Hands behind your back."

He used rope, as that was more personal. She would feel each loop on her flesh and revile in the pleasure of the helplessness.

When he finished binding her wrists together, he used another rope to bind her upper arms together immediately above the elbow. When he stepped back, she could not resist at all.

"I want you to go to each of our prospective buyers here, and let them know what you want."

Michelle knew what she was to do. Canjac told her and had her practice several times. Showing her subservience could only increase her sale value.

Stepping in front of the first man, she curtseyed, then knelt.

"Please buy me, Master."

She came to her feet, moved a couple meters to her right where she curtseyed and knelt again.

"Please buy me, Master."

It took her only a minute to make it around to the four men.

She then returned to Canjac.

"I think they need additional proof of just how much you want to be owned. Show them want you want to do."

The beautiful brunette returned to the first man where she curtseyed and knelt again.

"Please, Master, please let me suck you cock."

Canjac knew this would take Michelle an hour or more to make all four come. He had time to enhance Peggy's bondage experience.

"If I'm not back when she is down, send her around once more."

No one would object. In the meantime, his goal was Peggy.