Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter Four
Back in town, another scene was developing with consequences little different
from those outside the town walls. The Amazon's name was Clarissa. She reached
over to pat her dining companion on the forearm as she gave her a Cheshire cat
grin. "It will go as we planned," she said as she stood up. "Just do it the
way I told you. She will be putty in your hands."
"When do I get paid?"
"There is an inn out the walls. 'The inn of the Dancing Slave Girl.' Have you
heard of it? Good. Come there after you are done. Shelly will send her money
to us there. We will give you your share then."
The Amazon went before her business partner to the register to pay for her
meal. (They had agreed to minimize the amount of contact between them.)
Everyone knew that anyone meeting with an Amazon was plotting the enslavement of
a woman. (When two Amazons were together, people thought the same.) While there
was little likelihood that Paulette Peters would hear of this meeting, it made
sense to draw attention to themselves. Janice had several other friends with
voluptuous bodies. Arranging for them to become slave girls could prove
profitable. She could not afford to allow her business venture with Clarissa to
become well-known.
Clarissa went to the counter to pay for her meal, but found she had to wait.
And wait. And wait.
The clerk at the cash register stared at the young man standing across the
counter from her with love in her eyes. She was oblivious to everything else
about her (including Clarissa). The Amazon noted the look that the man gave
her. Rather than love, she was certain he was imagining what she would look
like wearing a slave collar and little else. Clarissa hated waiting in line,
particularly when the cause was a young woman just begging to be turned into a
slave girl.
She looked closer at her name tag. Robyn. The Amazon smiled. Robyn's light
brown hair was pinned at the back of her head, indicating she was a free woman.
She was beautiful with a delightfully curvaceous body and big brown eyes. She
would look so much more beautiful on her knees with a slave collar firmly locked
about her throat. Robyn. She would enslave this clerk for making her wait, but
she would do it in such a way that the captive would suffer imaginable
humiliation. Robyn.
Once Clarissa had left the cafe, it was Janice Jason's turn to leave. Okay,
she had to wait also. Her solution was to complain to the manager. Robyn
frowned at her as she took her money. She cast a glance at the young man before
opening the till. Janice drummed her fingertips on top the counter to show her
impatience. She was in a hurry. She had someone to meet.
The object of the discussion between the two was Paulette Peters. Paulette
wanted to marry Ronor, but he had chosen Shelly instead. Paulette knew she
could win him back. What was the point of having huge tits if you could not use
them? The buxom brunette was certain that if she could talk to him she would
have no trouble winning him back. Okay, Shelly was pretty, but her body did not
compare to hers. The problem was her rival had Ronor's servants in her pay so
she could not get in to see him. There was another way though. She would dress
herself up as a slave girl, and have herself delivered to his house as a wedding
present. She was certain that he would take one look at her body and want to
marry her instead. (Okay, she was not too brilliant to begin with. Clarissa
had prompted Janice into subtly suggesting this so Paulette thought it was her
idea.)
Before she met with the Amazon, Janice had accompanied Paulette to a store that
specialized in various items for slave girls. No one paid attention as Paulette
held the various items up against her body to see what they would look like when
she put them on. One marketing expert estimated that sixty percent of all sales
of slave girl and bondage items went to free women who wanted to pretend they
were slave girls.
When the two left the shop, Janice went to see Clarissa while the buxom
brunette went to a room in a nearby tavern that the two had rented earlier in
the day. Paulette gave the key to Janice so she could allow herself into the
room.
Once alone in the room, Paulette had certain the door was locked. She threw
the bolt and tested it by pulling on the handle before she was certain no one
could open it. She certainly did not want anyone else to come barging in on her
while she was helpless. She carefully hung up the minidress they had chosen.
She did not want it to get wrinkled. The various bondage items and slave girl
attire went on the bed where she could get to them easily.
Now that she was ready to begin, she stripped off her clothing. The tee-shirt,
jeans, white cotton bra and matching panties ended up on the bed. They were the
clothing of a free woman. She would go see Ronor as a slave girl. How could he
possibly resist her?
She pulled the pins from her hair, letting her long dark hair fall down. Free
women wore their hair up because they could. Slave girls had no choice. They
wore it down. Many said it made them look more beautiful. Everyone knew
instantly that a woman with her hair down was a slave girl.
She chose the garter belt first from the little pile on the bed. Her fingers
slid across the smooth satin. The garter belt was light green, with black lace
ruffles. She chose a green and black motif for her outfit. The minidress was
light green as where her sandals. The panties and stockings were black. The
garter belt was a combination of each. She knew she would look very sexy in
this outfit.
She wrapped the garter belt about her slender waist and started getting dressed
(so to speak). Once it was on, she pulled on the sheer black stockings,
adjusting the seams in back so they were straight. Several times she had to run
her hands up her legs to make certain that all the wrinkles were out of each.
She glanced at the door again before bending down to slid her hands up her legs
from the ankle to the upper thighs. She enjoyed the feel of the stockings.
The buxom brunette then adjusted the length of the straps and attached the tabs
to the tops of the stockings. She crossed to the full-length mirror on one wall
to examine her clothing. She saw a wrinkle or two in each that displeased her.
Again she smoothed out the material before reattaching the tabs.
She slipped her feet into the shoes. The shoes were sandals with two straps to
hold them on her feet, one across the top of her foot and the other around her
ankle. This insured that she could not slip out of them.
She looked at them before trying them on again. As with all slave girl shoes,
there was little to them. She knew it would be uncomfortable wearing them since
they had a six-inch spike heel. She wondered how she was going to walk all the
way to Ronor's without falling down. She pressed her lips together. "I should
have bought these a couple of days ago, and practiced with them," she said out
loud. She wondered if there was some way she could be delivered to Ronor as a
package, but that would simply draw attention to herself. Slave girls went
around in high heels at the end of leashes so their bodies and helplessness
could be enjoyed by everyone who saw them.
She walked over to the full-length mirror on a wall. She was very sexy. She
wondered how Ronor could ever resist this body. She would have him by the end
of the day.
She went back to getting dressed, though there was not much more to do. The
panties were black satin bikinis ones that tied on each hip. (A simple tug on
either of the bows would cause them to fall off.) It took her several minutes
before she had them on right.
She returned to the mirror to see what she looked like now. A small triangle
in front covered her pubic hair and little else. Turning around and looking
over her shoulder, she saw that the larger triangle in back did a totally
inadequate job of covering her fanny. In other words, it was a perfect fit.
For this little bondage session, she did not want the dress to get mussed so
she had bought a black satin halter top to wear. She did not want to flaunt her
large boobs, even in the privacy of the room. The halter top consisted of a
pair of large triangles, connected together by black satin strings that were
secured by bows. It was just as with the panties. Pull on the bow between her
boobs and they would fall out of the halter top. Do the same to the bow behind
her back, or the one at the back of her neck and those marvelous titties of hers
would flop into sight.
She looked at herself again. The halter top lifted her titties without
presenting any support. She bent forward a little as she moved her shoulders
forward and back. The supple mounds jiggled merrily. She grinned. Ronor would
like that.
The only remaining items to put on were the shoulder-length black satin gloves.
The buxom brunette sat with her back to the bed as she worked. It was difficult
to get the gloves on but she knew the effect would be stunning. The typical
attire for a slave girl were stockings, a garter belt, and gloves, items that
hid nothing and emphasized all the choice parts of her body.
She was now dressed as a slave girl. The only thing missing was the bondage
and the collar. She picked up the collar, looked at it closely for a few
seconds, held it against her throat to see what her reflection looked like with
it on, and dropped it on the floor. That was a step she wanted to delay. Once
she had the collar on, everyone would consider her to be a slave girl.
She chose the ballgag next. Again, she looked at it, but this time she went
ahead and used it. With her right hand, she thrust it into her mouth. It was
larger than what she expected so she had to use the fingertips of both hands to
shove it past her teeth. Reaching up behind her neck, she buckled the ends
together under her long black hair.
She examined herself in the mirror again from several angles. Her gag seemed
to make her look so much more beautiful. "Mmmmmffftt! Mmmmmffftt!" She
grunted through the gag. The muffled sound she knew could not be heard outside
the room. Once she was bound, she could not call anyone to come to free her (as
though she would actually want anyone to see her dressed in this most revealing
attire).
Now it was time for the bondage. She sat on the floor to attach the end of the
chain leash to a ring on the leg of the bed. She used a small padlock to secure
it there, then used another to fasten the other end to the leather collar.
At this point, she took all the keys and attached them to the lower ring on the
front of the collar. The keys to her bondage would be right where she knew they
were. If she was upright, she would feel them dangling against her chest. But
being bound, there would be no way she could reach them to free herself. When
Janice came to free her, she would know where the keys were.
The bondage device she had chosen consisted of a pair of handcuffs, a chain and
a leather strap called a hogtie harness. The clerk had shown them several
different varieties, and offered to demonstrate on one of the slave girls the
store kept to model the items. They had been in a hurry though, much to the
regret of both young women.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Paulette wrapped the strap about her ankles.
Once she had drawn all the slack from it, she buckled the ends together. She
secured it there with another padlock.
The buxom brunette then twisted around on the floor so her head was near the
leg of the bed. It was now time to use the slave collar. She wrapped it about
her head, using another padlock to secure it in place. She grabbed it at her
throat to pull with both hands. It would not come off. It was permanent unless
the key was used.
She felt her nipples growing hard and pointed against the carpeting. She began
to understand why so many women risked being enslaved to allow themselves to be
dressed and bound as a slave girl. There was something sensuous about being
helpless.
All that remained now were the handcuffs. She lay on her front, and raised her
feet back toward her head. That brought the handcuffs within reach. She paused
for thirty or forty seconds as she contemplated what she was about to do.
"Ronor will not be able to resist me," she thought to herself as she fastened a
steel cuff about one wrist, then the other.
What the buxom brunette had done was to secure herself in a rather right
hogtie. The chain connecting her wrists to her ankles was only a few
centimeters long, forcing her to keep her legs bent back. The shortness of the
chain made it so she could hit the bottoms of the high heeled sandals with the
back of her head if she pulled her head back a few centimeters. Because her
ankles were crossed, her knees were spread far apart. She would not be able to
roll onto her side in this bondage position.
Paulette had planned on resting her head on the floor while she waited for
Janice to free her, but she had miscalculated the severity of the position. To
get into this position, she had to draw her shoulders up off the carpeting. The
only part of her head she could get to the carpet was her forehead, and that was
uncomfortable. She could do nothing but keep her face raised in the air.
The buxom brunette had intended to lie there until Janice came to free her, but
it was inevitable that she had to test her bondage just to see if she was
helpless. She twisted her hands about without being able to gain any freedom at
all. Every time she moved, she felt a tug on the strap about her ankles. She
tried to straighten her legs out, but there was no slack in the chain at all.
She wondered if she could move about. It took only a few seconds for her to
realize that she could not roll onto her side because of the way her knees were
spread.
Turning her head to the left, she looked at the leg of the bed. The chain
appeared in sight about ten centimeters from the bed leg. She saw how it was
fastened to the ring on the piece of wood. She could not see where the other
end was locked to her collar, but she knew it would not come off. Perhaps, if
she wiggled really hard, she might be able to move away from the bed a little.
The total distance she moved though would not be longer than the length of the
chain.
The only thing left to try was the gag. She certainly did not want anyone to
find her bound as she was. She grunted several times through the rubber ball
filling her mouth with confidence that no one could hear her.
Eventually she became convinced that escape was impossible without assistance.
She would remain bound where she was until Janice came for her. She could only
lay there and wait.
Janice in the meanwhile was enjoying her second cappuccino as Clarissa gave her
some final tips.
From the cafe, Janice made her way leisurely to the inn. She did not want to
seem to anxious to get the buxom young woman bound. Clarissa had told her to
try to talk Paulette out of continuing. She believed that would only impel the
woman to continue.
At the front desk, Janice asked several questions and smiled at the answers.
Half an hour after she arrived, she finally went to the room to see what
condition her friend was in.
Just as she had hoped, Paulette lay on the floor in a tight hogtie. The captive
tried to turn her head around to look at her, but because of the tightness of
her bondage, she could not. Janice walked around in front of her so the young
woman could see her. To make it easier on her, she squatted down.
"So how is it going? Ready to give up?" Paulette's reply was a pair of
grunts. Janice took them to mean 'no.' "I have a little surprise for you."
Without explaining, she unfastened the end of the chain leash from her collar.
Paulette began to grunt in protest as her friend flipped her over on her back.
Paulette did not like this position at all. Sure, it was painful because her
handcuffed hands were under her back. That was not the reason though. In this
position her knees were spread far apart. Janice appeared at her feet grinning
broadly. Slowly she reached forward to probe the captive's belly button with
her index finger. There was no pain, but it did tickle. Paulette squirmed
around with being able to get free.
"I do not think we need these," the woman said with a giggle as she extended
both hands toward the captive beauty's hips. "Mmmmmffftt! Mmmmmffftt!
Mmmmmffftt!" Paulette thrashed about as much as she could in her bound
condition, but as she had already learned, that was not much. She felt the
panties go limp about her waist. She felt the smooth material slid away from
her body. She knew her pussy was visible even before Janice held up her panties
for her to see.
"I do not think you need these. I have a surprise for you, and these will just
get in the way."
Janice came to her feet and turned toward the door. "Mmmmmffftt! Mmmmmffftt!"
Paulette realized that she lay in such a manner that anyone standing outside the
door would have a clear view of her pussy. Still, there was not a thing she
could do to stop her friend from opening the door. Janice left the room, and to
Paulette's horror, left the door ajar. "Mmmmmffftt! Mmmmmffftt!" It dawned on
the helpless captive that she really did not want anyone to hear her. Janice
knew what position she had left her in. She resolved to be quiet. Maybe no one
would notice her.
Janice was gone only a few seconds. Paulette's blue eyes opened wide with fear
as she realized that there were two sets of footsteps entering the room.
Someone had come in behind Janice. Paulette had no way of seeing whom it was
because in that position, her head was pulled back so she could only stare at
the wall opposite the door. Had the buxom brunette been able to see, she would
have realized that Janice had not brought a person, but rather an animal. She
led a slave girl, a real one. This one was obviously owned by the tavern as she
wore a little black satin, French Maid's outfit. Her arms were behind her back
in a leather single glove. Her mouth was filled with a bright red rubber ball
gag. Similar to the one Paulette wore.
Janice jerked down on the leash. The slave girl showed how well-trained she
was by immediately dropping to her knees. Directly ahead of her was the
captive's vulnerable pussy. This slave girl knew why she was there. She
lowered her head toward the brunette's crotch.
Janice threaded the end of the leash under Paulette's body so she could fasten
her end to the ring on the front of the collar. The slave girl's face was about
four centimeters in front of Paulette's pussy. She could not move it further
away. She would have no trouble bringing it closer.
Janice quickly removed the slave girl's ball gag. Grabbing a handful of hair
with her left hand, she bent the captive's head back. "Tell Paulette what you
think of her pussy."
The slave girl had been through this routine several times before. She knew
there was no correct answer. If the mistress did not like her response, she
would be spanked. She knew what she had to say though, and hoped it was the
right thing. "Paulette has the most beautiful pussy in the world." Janice
heard Paulette giggling through her gag. It was immense fun to make a slave
girl grovel.
"What would you like to do with it?"
"I would like to eat Paulette's pussy."
"Go to it," she said as she pushed the slave girl's face into it.
Janice moved around so she could see her friend's face. The beautiful
brunette's eyes were wide open, her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she
gasped for breadth. "Mmmmmfffffftttttttt!!!!" She saw Paulette's body relax a
little after the orgasm. If the buxom woman thought one orgasm was all she had
to endure, she was sorely wrong. "Mmmmm." Her protest was weak and not
believable. Janice saw her try to draw her legs together without success. The
second orgasm came in less time than the first.
"I am going to go out and get a drink. I will be back for you in an hour or
two."
"Mmmmmmfffmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffffttttttt!!!!" Paulette's grunt of protest
turned into a long moan of ecstasy as she came again.
At the door Janice paused to look back. She could tell that the helpless
captive was about to undergo another orgasm. She chuckled as she closed the
door behind her.
Despite what she told Paulette, Janice did not go to the bar, at least not at
first. Paulette was under the impression that she was going to deliver her to
Ronor. She did not want to be caught with an unlicenced slave girl. She crossed
the street to the offices of "Speedy Delivery Service" to make arrangement for
Paulette's delivery. Pickup would be in five minutes. Janice asked for three
hours. That would be plenty of time to finish what she had in mind.
Her next stop was the slave girl kennels in the back of the inn. Guests
staying there could have their slave girls penned up and protected while they
transacted their business in town. A small bribe insured that the whipmistress
would arrange for a suitable place for the buxom brunette to wait.
Her last step was the bar. She bought herself a glass of white wine. As she
sipped it, she looked around the bar. In one corner there were three young men
eyeing the slave girl serving them. She smiled as she took another drink. They
were exactly what she wanted. Quickly she crossed the room to them.
