Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 16
The co-ed was beautiful, but then, they all were. Her eyes were light
brown, as was her hair. Though she wore her hair up as any free woman would,
one strain had worked its way loose. Continually she used her right had to pull
it back into place, only to have it fall down again. The spectacle of watching
her was most annoying, but she was certain men enjoyed it..
Julie Jackson stared down at the form before her as this particular co-ed
babbled on with an endless series of complaints. She had written her name
across the top of the complaint form. "Carin Carlson." If it was not the noise
her roommates made, it was the food in the cafeteria. Julie dutifully noted
every complaint on the form. When she ran out of space, she turned it over to
write on the back. It did not matter what she did with it. Once the co-ed
left, she intended to throw it out. She was tired of all their tiresome
complaining.
Julie looked up at Carin. The frosted pink lipstick was on a set of lips
that were in a perpetual pout. Her makeup was perfect. Everything about her
was perfect. One day she would get a job selling cosmetics, and she would do
quite well at it.
"I will pass these complaints on to the department chiefs. I am certain
you will get action right away."
The young woman thanked her and left.
Julie waited until the door closed before tossing the form in the trash
can.
"You would not believe what type of complaints I am hearing today," she
said in the outer office as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Three teaspoons
of sugars, two of creamer.
"Anything unusual?" one of the secretaries asked, trying to make polite
conversation.
"Of course none of it was unusual. It was the usual garbage from a bunch
of spoiled young women.:"
Julie turned, placing the index finger of her right hand against her right
cheek just below the eye.
"Oh, my roommate made so much noise shaving her legs this morning, I had trouble
getting my makeup on. Does it look right to you?"
They all laughed.
"They are nothing but a bunch of stupid bimbos."
The coffee was hot so she had to sip it as she crossed the room. From a
"Completed" box she selected a report. She read it as she walked and sipped.
The coffee spilled, leaving brown spots on the paper.
"Here, you have to type this whole thing over again."
"I spent hours on that!"
"Well, you obviously need the practice if that took you hours."
The secretary wanted to say something, but the look on Julie's face told
her to remain quiet.
Julie was not done though. She enjoyed being an administrative assistant.
Okay, she had to do little in this job, but that was fine with her. Her job was
to tell other people what to do.
She went to the office manager's little alcove at the other end of the
room. Okay, she little real power but they did not know that. She could
terrorize them with her threats alone.
"I will not have your secretaries being rude to me. Just because I made a
little error I will not have them being rude to me. If this happens again, I
will see that they are fired, and you along with them."
With an exaggerated sigh, the brunette made her way back to her office.
"That stupid bimbo," she said aloud, thinking of Carin Carlson again. "She
is just so cute, and so adorable..."
She envisioned Karen wearing only a garterbelt, stockings, and high heels,
kneeling on the floor before her. Her constant complaining had been replaced by
whimpering through the ballgag filling her mouth. She twisted and squirmed,
trying to get free, but the multitude of ropes about her arms and chest were too
tight. Escape was impossible.
As the beautiful brunette sat back in her chair, she thought more of Carin
in bondage. Carin and the co-ed before her, and the one before her, and the
one....
Leaning forward suddenly, she opened a drawer in her desk. Hidden under
some pads of paper was a small business card. She stared at it as the image in
her mind changed again.
No longer was that Carin bound and gagged on her knees. Now Julie was the
one wearing the slave collar. All those snotty co-eds were gathered around her,
complaining about everything she did. Ridiculing the size of her breasts....
The beautiful brunette looked down at her chest. They had every reason to
be jealous of the size of her bosom. "Stupid bimbos," she repeated out loud.
She stared at the card again.
"Why not?"
Since she was the administrative assistant, she could make her own hours.
None of the bitching from the stupid little co-eds was important. Their
complaints could wait until tomorrow.
In a few minutes she found herself outside the "Heath and Beauty Spa, Inc."
She looked down at the card in her hand. "One free visit," was what it read.
"What could it hurt?" she said aloud. Looking back and forth, she was glad
to discover no one had heard her.
The building was rather nondescript. Looking at the outside of it, no one
would suspect what activities went on inside. Julie looked down at the card,
then up at the sign over the door. This was the correct place.
A receptionist was seated behind a large desk just inside the door.
"May I help you?"
"I was given this."
She handed the card to the woman who glanced at it briefly, then looked up
at the beautiful brunette.
"No problem. Since this is your first visit, we need you to fill out a
questionnaire, you know, just the basic information. Then one of our customer
service specialists will give you a little test."
"Test?"
Nobody had said anything about any tests.
"Do not worry about it. This test is an easy one. You decide whether you
pass it or not."
With a puzzled look on her face, Julie took a clipboard with the
questionnaire to one of the chairs lined up along the wall. There was one other
woman there, seated in the center chair along one wall. She chose a chair on
another wall.
"This must be your first time."
Julie looked up. She wondered if she knew the woman. In some ways she
resembled her, that is, she had black hair and big brown eyes. One glance was
enough to tell her that the other woman's breasts were not nearly as large as
hers.
"Uh, yeah."
"You will like it here. I have been coming for about three months. I
swear it gets better every time."
"Oh."
The buxom brunette had no idea how to respond to that statement. She was
not certain she wanted to make friends with this woman. She did not want anyone
to know she was there.
"Let me let you in on a secret. When they ask you what, just tell them the
deluxe treatment."
"What does that mean?" Julie was truly puzzled.
"With the deluxe treatment, you have no rights at all. Well, except for
those laws here in town. Once you are bound and gagged, they treat you just as
though you were a slave girl. They decide what will happen to you. Believe me,
it will keep you coming back for more."
"Miss Thomas?"
Both women looked at the woman in the doorway. She was free, that was
obvious, but she wore the clothing of a slave girl. The minidress was white
satin. This contrasted nicely with the sheer black stockings. The shoes were
white patent-leather with four inch spike high heels. A strap across the top of
the foot and around the ankle keep them on the wear.
"Oh, hi, Miranda," said the woman. She immediately came to her feet.
"Nice meeting you," she said over her shoulder as she followed the woman
toward a door.
Julie sat back with the questionnaire still incomplete.
Once the door swung shut behind the two, Julie turned her attention back to
the paper before her. She had it completed in just a few minutes. There was
just some basic information. A note said they collected it to get a
cross-section of the new clients to help marketing. It made sense. But then
again, Julie's tits were bigger than her IQ.
"As soon as one of the customer service women is free, I will have her
administer your test."
At the mention of the word "test," Julie began to worry. "What could they
possibly test me on." Okay, so their client list might be very special, but
with her looks and the size of her boobs, she could not believe they would not
want her as a client.
She looked up when the door opened again. Miranda, the one who had led
that brunette away, appeared in the doorway. She went to the desk to get the
clipboard. She spent only a few seconds reading before glancing up with smile
firmly plastered on her face.
"Miss Jackson?"
"Yes, that is me."
Of course, except for the receptionist, there was no one else in the room.
"I am Miranda Come on in back."
Julie followed the woman. The skirt was so short that she could see the
woman black, satin panties.
Julie wore the clothing of a free woman. That mean that she kept most of
her body covered as much as possible. Her skirt was ankle-length so all her
legs were covered. Only a slave girl went about displaying her legs. If she
was lucky, her master or mistress would give her little more than a garterbelt.
If she was unlucky, she would have a very short skirt to wear. It proclaimed to
the world that she could not hide her legs.
Many women with large breasts wore vests, or if they were professional
women, jackets. Julie's certainly were quite large but she shunned an outer
garment. The long-sleeved, white cotton dress she wore did button at the neck.
(Slave girls, of course, were expected to show off their tits.)
"What happened to..."she had to stop to think of the woman's name. "Miss
Thomas."
"Oh, you mean, Teresa. Are you friends with her?"
"I just met her."
"If you continue to come, you will run into her a lot. She is a regular."
Julie bit down on her lower lip for a second. "She said I should ask for
the deluxe treatment."
"The deluxe treatment? Okay, but first you have to pass the test."
Julie frowned as she followed the woman down the hall past several doors
that were closed. A little sign indicated each was occupied. The buxom
brunette looked about her. She saw no one. That meant that no one would see
her, no one who knew her. The woman stopped at an open door.
"We can conduct your test in here."
The buxom brunette entered the room warily, then looked around once she
was inside. There was little to the room. On one wall several coils of light
rope hung from pegs. The only other thing in the room was a solid wooden post.
Julie knew its only function was to serve as a support to tie women to.
"What is...this...test?"
"It is simple. I tie you up. Let you feel the ropes for a while, then I
untie you. If you want to continue, you pass. If you do not like being bound,
we shake hands and you leave."
That sounded so reasonable to Julie that big-chested brunette saw no reason
to object. Okay, she was going to be helpless, but what the woman had said to
her eased her fears somewhat.
"What do I do?"
"Stand against that post with your arms behind it."
That was how it began. The woman selected one coil of rope to begin with.
Once behind the beautiful young woman, she doubled the rope in half so she could
stick the working ends through the loop formed in the middle. She slipped the
rope over Julie's hands and pulled it snug against her wrists. She made three
more passes with the rope, the ends moving in opposite directions, before
passing one end between Julie's hands and the other between her forearms. She
made three more passes, a total of six loops that cinched the ropes tight. When
she tied a simple square knot, there was no way the beautiful brunette could get
free.
The mistress then passed the ends of the rope about the post and the young
woman's waist. She made two passes before tying the ends together in front.
As she crossed the room to get the next coil, Julie looked down at the knot
at her belly. It was clever the way the woman had tied the ends together in
front of her. This rope bound her hands, but they were behind her back. With
the knot in front, there was no way she could reach it to free herself.
The woman moved around behind her again. This time the rope encircled her upper
chest above her large bosom. The woman passed the ends of the rope about her
body twice before pulling the slack from it and tying a knot in front. The
woman pulled one end around the brunette's body. She tucked it in between the
captive's body and the post. Stepping around to the other side she did the
same. She then reached between Julie's back and the post to pull the end
through. When she had both ends stuck through, she looped them around. Pulling
the two ends behind the brunette's head, cinched the loops about her chest. She
pulled them so there was no slack. The rope dug deeper into the captive's
flesh.
The next rope also went about her body, but it passed under her large
boobs. The mistress tied the ends together right there between the mounds.
Once again she ran the ends behind Julie's back to cinch the ropes.
Julie could tell this woman was experienced. She wondered how many women
she had tied up at this place, how many in this very room.
Another rope went about her slender waist. Again the woman cinched the
loops to insure there was no slack.
When the woman returned to the wall to get the next rope, Julie tried to
take a deep breath. She found the rope constricting her movement. Just by
breathing, the ropes made their presence known. She watched as the mistress
pulled a coil from a peg. While she was not looking, she squirmed a little bit
to see how much freedom the woman had left her.
There was none. She was totally helpless. She began to feel as helpless
as a slave girl.
The mistress knelt at the captive's feet to tie the next rope about her lower
thighs just about the knees. The tightening coils pulled the material of her
long skirt tightly against her shapely legs. Much the same as she had done
before, the woman tied a knot in front of Julie's legs, then passed the ends of
the rope around the post. After three passes from both ends she pulled all the
slack from them that she could. She tied a knot in front, then brought both
ends around so she could cinch the loops between her legs and the post.
The final rope went about her ankles. In seconds they were bound as
tightly as the rest of her body was. She stood against the post without being
able to move anything other then her head or her heads. Escape was impossible,
and she certainly could not move from that spot.
"A couple more items, and then I will leave you here to enjoy yourself."
The woman pulled something from her leather belt. She had not noticed it
before. Julie could not see what it was until it was right in front of her
face.
The woman held a gag. It was not much of a gag, but it definitely was a
gag. There was a flexible rubber piece that was oval-shaped that would fit in
her mouth. On each end there was a leather strap.
The mistress said nothing to her, but simply held the gag before her mouth.
Julie ran her tongue over her bottom lip nervously before opening wide to accept
it. The flexible rubber piece slipped between her lips and in between her
teeth. The woman stepped to the side to get around behind her. Julie bit down
on the gag. Being flexible, it gave way. It would not be too unportable to
wear, but she was certain it would keep her from saying anything.
The woman pulled the ends behind her head to buckle them together. The gag
was in Julie's mouth to stay until someone unbuckled the ends of the strap, and
bound as she was, Julie certainly was not going to be the one to do it.
The final item was a black leather blindfold about ten or twelve
centimeters high. The mistress held it up against the brunette's beautiful face
so she could fit her nose through the nose hole. She then pulled the ends
behind Julie's head to buckle them together.
Now, not only could she not struggle or cry out for help, she could not see
what was going on.
"The nature of the test is this: You remain tied up for a period of time.
How long? Well, that is not for you to decide. I will decide how long you have
to remain here. When I come back, I will let you go. That is when we decide if
you passed the test or not. Some women do not like to be tied up. Others want
more. Just think about how helpless you are. I you decide to continue, we will
see about the deluxe treatment for you. Who knows? Perhaps Teresa would like
to help since she suggested it."
Julie heard the woman cross the room to the door. She listened to the
sounds the door made as the woman opened and closed it. She tilted her head
slightly to the left to listen more closely. She heard no sounds to indicate
that she had locked the door when she left. The door was unlocked! Anyone
could walk in and see her helplessly bound, gagged, and blindfolded.
As soon as she was alone, the buxom captive attacked her bondage. She
pulled and twisted on every rope but could not get free. With each attempt she
felt the ropes on her soft flesh. If she pulled in one place, another part of
her body, the rope would dig in. She struggled a little, just enough to realize
she was helpless but not enough to hurt herself.
She had wondered what it was like to be one of those slave girls out on
display in the town square. There were few reasons to bind a woman in public
like that. Usually when they were bound naked to a post, or bound spreadeagled
between two posts, it was because they were new to their collar. Their owner,
man or woman, would put them out in public where everyone could examine their
bodies. Julie had not been able to pass through the square without stopping to
play with the titties of one or two of the captives. Unused to being fondled,
they would twist and squirm. It did no good though. They were only slave
girls. They existed only to bring pleasure to others. Their titties were there
for people to play with.
Julie imagined she was bound to a post on the side facing the city hall.
That was in line for all the men going to work. She knew some of them and
imagined what it would be like to be bound naked before them. Perhaps they
would dress her on in a garterbelt and stockings. The choice parts of her body
would be exposed and available. She imagined what it would be like to be
helpless as they reached out....
"Well, how are you doing?"
The mistress had returned. The buxom brunette wondered how long she had
remained bound there. It seemed as though it was only a minute or two. If it
was that little, it certainly had not been much of a test. Perhaps it had been
longer. Perhaps it had been ten minutes, fifteen minutes, or more.
She took a deep breath and pushed against the post so she could feel every rope
against her body.
The mistress pulled the blindfold off first. The gag followed. She stuck them
in her belt.
"Well, did you pass?"
"I think so."
"Do you want to continue?"
"Yes."
The mistress went to work untying her in the opposite order she had bound
her. She began with the ankles then the thighs. Five minutes later the
beautiful brunette was untied, but wanted to be.
"Just a second while I get an outfit for you."
The woman stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. She
returned in just a few seconds.
"Put the clothing on. Since we do not want anyone to think you are a slave
girl, we do not use collars. Kneel on the floor right here and attach this to
you ankles." She squatted where she had pointed and attached one end of a short
chain to a ring on the floor. The other end was attached to a pair of shackles.
She held up a ballgag as she stood up. "You know where this goes." Next, she
produced a pair of steel handcuffs. "And you know what to do with these."
"I will give you about ten minutes to get ready. Then I will take you back
to the playrooms."
As soon as the woman left, Julie examined the garments left behind. The dress
was white satin, and extremely short (as befitted any slave girl). There was
little else, but she knew it would make her extremely sexy-looking.
She dropped the items on the floor when she could not find anything to put
them on. No sooner had they touched the floor than she was reaching behind her
back to get at the buttons on the back of her long-sleeved, white blouse. She
undid those as quickly as her fingers could work. When she was done, she pulled
the blouse off and dropped it on the floor beside her new clothing.
The long skirt was next. She had to unfasten it at the waist and pulled
down on the zipper before she could get it off her hips, but once she had done
that, it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, then used her right foot to
lift it on top the blouse.
The white cotton bra was next. No sooner did it land on the small pile of
clothing than she was pulling the white cotton panties down from about her hips.
She let them fall on the pile of clothing.
All that remained was her shoes. She kicked them off so they landed on the
floor next to her clothing.
The first item she put on were the stockings. They were sheer black with a seam
up the back. She sat on the floor to put them on, drawing one up her left leg,
then her right. When she had them up all the way, she started at her ankles to
smooth them out. Cupping her leg at the ankle, she pulled her hands up her
legs, gradually drawing all the wrinkles out. Once she finished with her left
leg, she switched over to repeat the process with her right.
To keep them up, the woman had given her a white satin garterbelt to wear.
A single strap went around her waist, but in front it looked like an upside "U"
with white satin extending down toward her legs. The "U" outlined her pubic
area, drawing attention to it. All the edges of the satin were lined with
dainty white lace ruffles that added an extra degree of femininity to the
already sexy outfit. Julie slid the garterbelt about her slender waist and
hooked the ends together. She saw by her reflection in the full-length mirror
on one wall that it hung nicely on her hips. Bending forward slightly, she
adjusted the length of the straps, then attached the tabs to the top of the
stockings. Again she looked at herself in the mirror. The stockings and
garterbelt looked perfect.
The white satin panties were next. She picked them up and thought at first
they were damaged. There seemed to be a lot of loose strings to them. Then she
found the ends of the strings and held the little garment up. "No wonder it
looked damaged," she said aloud.
The panties were crotchless. She would have to secure them in place by
tying a pair of strings on each hip.
Giggling at the thought of wearing such a naughty item, she stuck it
between her legs. One set of strings she tied together on her left hip, then
other on her right. She looked at herself again in the mirror. Not liking what
she saw, she changed the length of the strings on the left, and then the right.
Each set of strings she tied together with a bow - a simple little bow that
could be undone with nothing more than a tug on a loose end.
Spreading her legs apart, she looked at herself in the mirror. While the
panties covered her pubic hair, she could see part of her pussy. Turning about,
she looked at her bottom in the mirror. The little triangle of satin back there
did a thoroughly inadequate job of covering her bottom. Spreading her legs
apart again, she bent over. Over her left shoulder, she could see the
reflection of her pussy in the mirror.
She giggled again. This was fun. She knew already that she could be back.
She was beginning to enjoy this. It would be fun pretending to be a slave girl
even if she did nothing more than wear the clothing.
The only other garment was the white satin minidress. As with all other
slave girl attire, it was designed so it could be put on or taken off a slave
girl while she was bound. Working quickly, Julie fastened the snaps together.
One more she moved back to the mirror. The hem of the dress was just long
enough in front to cover the tops of the stockings. Still, it showed a lot of
her legs, far more than any free woman would flaunt in public. Turning around,
she looked at her bottom in the mirror. Even when she stood straight up, anyone
could see her bottomcheeks peeking out from under the hem. When she bent over,
all of her bottom could be seen.
She liked it.
She turned to look at her bosom. She wore no bra, but the dress was
essentially a halter-dress. Each large, supple mound had it own satin cup.
They hung outwards since they were unsupported bu a bra. She knew they would
wiggle and jiggle when she walked. The neckline was cut low to show off her
cleavage. She had deliciously large titties, and would finally be able to show
them off, even if few people saw them. She knew she was going to have fun
coming here.
Her large bosom were more than enough to to make other women jealous.
The dark-haired beauty smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She wished
there was some guy around who could fondle them. She knew any man would find
them to be more than a handful.
The only thing that could be considered clothing that was left were the sandals.
Lifting them by the straps to eye level, she peered closely at them. They were
little more than straps and high heels. They hardly qualified as clothing.
The buxom brunette moved toward the chain where she sat on the floor to get
them on. Clothing? There was little to them as they almost did not qualify as
shoes. A narrow strap passed across her foot near her toes. Another went about
the ankle. Once she had sandal on her right foot, she raised that leg in the
air to shake the foot. The shoe was secured tightly to her foot by these
straps. It would not off without the straps being undone, and if she was bound,
she would have no way of unstrapping them.
When she had both of them on, it was time to turn to the bondage.
