Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 17
The gag was first. Julie Jackson lifted it toward her mouth but thought
the rubber ball was too big to fit in. Placing two fingertips of both hands on
the ball she shoved. Still, it would not enter her mouth. Pulling it away from
her face so she could get a better look at it, she frowned. It was not a normal
frown. It was that frown she used when she wanted some guy to make a fool of
himself doing what she wanted. Only this time there was no guy there to help
her.
She tried again, pushing as hard as she could. The rubber compressed a
little, allowing the ball to pass between her teeth. The rubber ball was now in
her mouth, filling it and forcing her jaws apart.
"Mmmmffftt!"
She had to try it to see how effective it was and she had to admit that it
was quite effective. Okay, she could grunt a little, but no one outside that
little room would ever be able to hear it. She could say nothing anyone could
possibly understand.
As she crossed the room to the mirror, she grabbed the ends of the leather
strap with both hands. She had never done this before so it took time to get
them buckled together. She pulled them behind her head. Carefully she slipped
the working end through the buckle. Once she had that done, she pulled it. As
the circle of leather grew smaller, she felt it all about her head, on her
cheeks and the nape of her neck.
Getting the ends buckled was another problem. She fumbled around with them
for a couple of minutes before she get them fastened together. As she finished,
she kept an eye on the door. She did that want that woman to come back while
she was still securing herself. She did not want to appear as some kind of
naive girl who had never done this before.
With the strap fastened, she could now free her hair. Quickly she pulled
the pins free, allowing her long, dark tresses to fall down. Bending over, she
shook her head to insure the strains were not tangled, then she jerked her head
as she flipped her hair backwards with both hands.
The buxom brunette admired her image in the mirror, moving to one pose
after another. She would make such a beautiful and sexy slave girl. She knew
all her friends would be jealous.
Quickly she made her way to the spot where the chain was on the floor.
Between the ring and the door there was a velvet-covered pad half a meter long.
She knelt on that. They were taking care of her knees. She liked that. She
thought that meant they really cared about her.
She knelt on that pad facing the door. This put her feet near the ring.
Fastening the manacles about her ankles provided to be almost as difficult
as buckling the gag in her mouth. Glancing at the steel device, she realized it
was nothing more than a handcuff. Well, that would make it an ankle cuff. She
fumbled around for almost a minute before she managed to get the manacle to lock
on her right ankle. It took less time to do the other manacle as she had a
better idea what to do.
After she finished, she realized she did not have a key to those shackles.
Though her hands were still free, she could not move far from that ring in the
floor. At least she was glad that her ankles were fairly close together.
That left the handcuffs. They were connected to the shackles by a very
short chain. Again she had to fumble with the steel device, but in a minute she
had her hands cuffed behind her back.
Once this was done, she could do little more than kneel there to await the
woman's return. She did not know it, but she could had rolled onto her front,
but that would have gained her nothing. She would have merely been chained into
a hogtie position.
She hoped Miranda would not be long in returning. She really did not like
being helpless like this. Anyone could walk in and take advantage of her
helpless state. Okay, there were a couple of guys whom she would like to please
like this, but they were the exception. This was not like the test. That had
purpose to it. This was just something to keep her helpless.
She rubbed her tongue across the inside curve of the rubber ball filling
her mouth. She could not call out for help. She doubted anyone would help her
anyway. She was dressed and bound and as slave girl....
The door opened. The beautiful brunette was relieved to see it was Miranda.
Julie paused in her thinking, then thought that statement again. It was
Mistress Miranda. She was nothing more than a slave girl, and this woman was
her mistress.
"So, tell me, how is it going?"
With that ballgag filling her mouth, there was no way the buxom brunette
could answer that question. Rather than make some stupid grunt, she merely
stared at the woman. She was on control there. Julie could do nothing.
"I have a treat for you. You remember Teresa, the woman you met in the
waiting area?" Julie could answer that question. She nodded. "We have very
strict rules about privacy here. No one is allowed to see what is happening to
someone else without their permission. Teresa said it was okay for you to see
what is happening to her. She has been a regular here for several months.
Would you like to see what happens to her?"
Once again, the buxom brunette nodded.
The woman in the short white dress removed the chains holding her captive.
The captive brunette did not feel threatened by her own helplessness because the
woman was dressed almost exactly as she was.
The chains clinked as they landed on the floor. Julie was free, but that
freedom was to be extremely short though.
"Keep your hands behind your back. Lean forward and put your face against
your knees."
Once in that position, Julie could not see what happened to her, but she
certainly could feel it. The woman moved her hands about so they were
palm-to-palm. The rope followed immediately. The woman looped it about her
wrists several times before cinching it. She tied a knot, then ran the ends up
to the brunette's elbows where she repeated the process of passing the rope
about both upper arms. This time she did not cinch these loops, but merely
pulled them tight, drawing all slack from the loops. In doing so, she drew
Julie's elbows together. Another knot insured that she could not escape.
Julie tried to alter the position of her arms, but discovered she could
not. The ropes were far too tight for her to do much of anything. She
wondered, at first, why the woman had applied so many ropes to her body. All
she had to do was to tie her hands behind her back to make her helpless. She
saw no need for all these ropes.
At first.
Looking down, she saw the effect of the body on her body. By binding her
elbows together, the woman had forced her shoulders back. The result was
Julie's already large tits thrust forward into new prominence.
The beautiful brunette watched as the woman crossed the room to the wall
where the ropes had been. She selected something before returning to her
captive.
"We do not use collars. They could be misunderstood. If you really want
to wear one, we have a special release. There are a few women, Teresa is one,
that like to wear a collar so they can really pretend they are slave girls.
Most do not. It is up to you. We use this instead."
She held up a chain leash. One end went about the brunette's neck. The
woman attached the clasp on the end to a link.
"It works like a collar, but it is not a collar. Come on."
Julie started after the woman thinking they were going to see Teresa, but
the woman halted at the door. Without a word to the captive beauty, she
attached her end of the leash to a ring on the wall.
Julie turned around to watch as the woman walked past her. She wondered
what was going on. The woman squatted to pick up the chain with the
manacles and the handcuffs. She left them hanging from pegs on the wall. The
ropes were next. Julie had to wait patiently while she neatly coiled them into
small circles before hanging each from its own peg.
By then, Julie began to understand the logic behind so many ropes. She
could feel them on her arms everywhere. She did not even have to struggle. The
tightness of her bondage was a constant remainder of how helpless she really
was.
"Like I told you, we respect everybody's privacy. That is why you have to
wear this when you are in the hall."
She held up a black leather blindfold. She gave no more orders to the
captive, but merely turned her around by grabbing her by the shoulders. Once
the brunette stared at the far wall, the woman raised the bondage device in the
air and lowered it until it was in front of her face. Miranda leaned forward to
see that it fitted in place perfectly.
A leather pad covered each eye.As soon as they were in front of her face,
Julie could see nothing. When the woman fastened the ends together, the strap
pressed the pads against her eyes. No light at all could get through to her
eyes.
Julie was more helpless now than she had ever been in her life.
And she was totally enjoying it.
She felt a gentle tug on the leash.
"Just follow where I lead you. I will not let you run into anything."
Julie put her left foot forward. She hesitated a second or two before
shifting her weight to it so she could move her right foot forward. Slowly she
moved forward before turning to the right. She knew she was in the hallway.
"Wait here while I see if Teresa is ready for you."
She heard the sounds the woman's high heels made as she walked away. She
could still feel the downward drag of the chain on the back of her neck. She
knew she was tethered to something there in the hall.
They were treating her as they would any slave girl. She had to remind
herself that she was not one. She was simply a free woman who enjoyed being
bound and gagged in rather revealing attire.
Miranda returned to her a couple of minutes later.
"Come along. They are waiting for us."
Julie slowly advanced down the hall, then turned left, walked forward a
short distance, then turned left again.
"Kneel."
Slowly she brought her left knew down to the ground. Once it touched, she
brought the right down to join it. In that submissive position she awaited her
mistress's pleasure.
Almost immediately she felt hands at the back of her head removing the
blindfold. When it was off, she blinked several times as her eyes became used
to the light.
She looked around for Teresa. A slave girl knelt to her right. The hair
coloring was not right, this slave girl's hair was lighter, and she appeared
bigger.
A woman turning a handle on a wall drew her attention in that direction.
Julie realized her new friend lay on the floor beyond the slave girl with her
head toward the door. The rotation of the crank shortened a chain attached to a
bar suspended from the ceiling. A pair of short chains dangled down from the
ends with leather cuffs attached. Teresa's feet were secured in these cuffs.
As the woman pulled the bar into the air, she pulled the brunette's feet in the
air.
Slowly Teresa's feet appeared in sight, followed by the rest of her legs.
Julie saw she wore sheer black stockings. She certainly gave the appearance of
being one very sexy slave girl.
Soon the shortening of the chain pulled the beautiful captive's rear end
off the floor. Julie noticed immediately that her new friend wore even less
clothing than she did. She had on a black satin garterbelt to hold up the
stockings. That was all she wore, stockings and a garterbelt. (Of course she
wore high heeled sandals, but they could hardly be considered clothing.)
In a matter of seconds the women had the beautiful brunette spreadeagled
upside down. Her wrists were secured in leather cuffs attached to short chains,
so when her head was a meter above the floor, her hands were drawn tautly toward
the floor.
The woman turning the crank continued to work it, around and around, until
Tersea's body was pulled so taut that she could move nothing other than her
hands, feet and head. Doing that would accomplish nothing. She was naked and
vulnerable.
Julie knelt there wondering what it would be like.
"You can tell from this position that we can do anything to Teresa that we
want. Maybe we might want to spank her ass, or perhaps her titties. There is
no part of her body that she can protect."
While the woman in white spoke, the second woman with Teresa's was pulling the
slave girl to her feet. She dragged the luscious captive over until her body
pressed against the brunette's. The mistress stepped around behind the captive
to get at the handcuffs holding her hands behind her back. Once they were off,
the slave girl kept her arms in the position they had been. Julie marveled at
the discipline she had.
A slap on the fanny was the signal the naked slave girl awaited. As she
put her arms around Teresa's waist, the woman walked around the suspended
captive. There she refastened the handcuffs so the slave girl could do nothing
but hold on to Teresa's naked body. She then started back around Teresa so that
once again she was behind the slave girl.
"Though we could spank her as much as we wanted, there are far worse
torments. Just watch."
The woman removed the slave girl's gag. The slave girl stared straight
ahead until she received another slap on the fanny. Julie had to admit that she
was one, well-trained animal.
The slave girl buried her face in Teresa's pussy.
"Mmmmmm!!"
Julie saw Teresa thrashing about almost immediately. She thought at first
that they were being cruel to her and that she did not like this, but then she
realized the young woman had just had an orgasm. All the slave girl had to do
was rub her tongue.....
"Mmmmmmmm!!!"
Julie had never come that quickly before. She saw from the way her new
friend was flexing her hands that the next orgasm was coming.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!!"
"Teresa, of course, has been coming here so several months. This really is
one of her favorite positions. The rules of the game are that we decide what
happens to her. There are other positions she finds equally exciting. And
there are ones that just leave her helplessly tied up. The choice is ours."
"Speaking of tied up, it is time to get started with your bondage. Let me
leave you somewhere safe for a while, and then if you are a good little girl,
maybe we will let you and Teresa play together for a while."
Julie wondered what the woman meant by that, but with the rubber ball
filling her mouth, there was no way she could ask.
"Come on. On your feet."
The buxom brunette staggered to her feet, unused to moving about with her
arms secured behind her back.
The woman pulled the blindfold down over Julie's eyes. "Come along," she
said as she tugged gently on the leash.
The beautiful captive took a tentative step forward, then another and
another. When they reached the hallway, the woman grabbed her by the shoulders
to turn her to the left.
"Just walk naturally. I will not let you run into anything."
Julie tried to do that, but found it most difficult. She imagined with
every step that she was going to run into something, or maybe trip over
something. While she did walk slowly, she increased her speed gradually.
"Stop. Turn left. This is your room."
The leash pulled her forward again. After she took a few steps, hands
grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Sit on the floor with your legs out in front of you."
The only way to get into that position (without falling down) was to kneel.
Slowly she brought her right knee down almost all the way to the floor. She let
it drop the last few centimeters. Her left came down quickly to join it. She
swung her bottom to the side as she sat down. This left her legs tucked under
her, but she had no trouble swinging them out in front.
As she moved her legs, the woman removed the blindfold. Julie blinked her
eyes as she looked around her. This room was similar to the other (as near as
she could tell). Perhaps it was a little smaller, and there was a mat she sat
on.
The woman wasted no time. Once the blindfold was off, she dropped it on the
floor. With her hands free, she picked up the first rope. She passed it
several times about Julie lower thighs immediately above the knees. After half
a dozen passes, she changed the directions so one end passed between her thighs
and the other between her calves. As she pulled on both ends, these second
group of loops grew smaller, cinching the first six loops so they dug into her
soft flesh.
As the woman shifted down toward her feet, she picked up another rope which
she used to bind the buxom brunette's ankles together. She tied a knot only
after she had cinched the first half dozen loops.
The woman selected another rope which she knotted so there was a loop in
the center. She passed it around the brunette's upper chest immediately above
her large titties. One loop was not enough, of course. She made four passes
before tucking the ends between the captive's upper arms and body. She brought
the end together in front where she fastened them with a knot.
"Now roll over on your front."
That was not as easy as it sounded. Julie looked on one side, then the
other. She saw no way to move gracefully. She wondered how she could do it
without hurting herself. She finally pulled her legs up under her on the right.
Twisting her body to the left, she fell on her left arm. Because of the mat,
there was little pain.
Julie discovered she was now staring at a wall. The woman had given her no
instructions regarding which direction to lay, so she assumed this was
acceptable. The matter was clarified when the woman grabbed her by the ankles
to spin her about so her head was toward the door.
Julie tried to look behind her to see what the woman did to her, but with
her long hair, she could see nothing. While she could not see what happened,
she certainly could feel it. The woman looped another rope about her ankles and
tied it tightly.
"I wonder why she is doing that?" the beautiful brunette wondered. Her legs
were already securely bound. She knew she could not get them apart no matter
how hard she tried.
The answer to that question became apparent when the woman bent her legs
back toward her head.
"A hogtie?"
Julie had never been hogtied before. Okay, she had never been tied up
before. This was something special. She had heard rumors from others about the
sensation of total helplessness one got from behind bound in this position.
The rope about her upper arms and chest grew taut as the woman threaded both
ends of the rope through the loop on Julie's back. She ran them back to the
captive's ankles where she looped them around several times.
While she could tie a knot at this time that would leave Julie helpless, she
wanted to do more than that. She placed her left upper arm on the brunette's
lower shins at her ankles. By leaning down, her weight pushed Julie's feet down
against her back. As the high heels touched the captive's arms, she used her
right hand to pull the ends of the ropes, drawing all the slack from them. By
moving her body just a little, she could use her left hand to help tie a knot.
When she was finished, she let go.
Julie remained in the position in which she had been tied. Maybe her feet moved
a centimeter or two up from her lower back, but essentially she could not move.
"One more little thing," the woman said as she scooted toward the door.
She stopped at Julie's head. Without another word to the buxom captive, she
slipped the blindfold back over her eyes. "I will be back for you when they are
finished with Theresa. It may be a while. She can take quite a licking and
still keep kicking."
Giggling at her own humor, the woman left, closing the door behind her.
The rapid succession of events left the captive beauty stunned for almost a
minute. Seconds before she had been seated on the floor, now she was trussed up
in a hogtie. She was gagged. She was blindfolded.
"Mmmmfftt."
Yeah, she was gagged real well.
Once the surprise wore off, she decided to see if she had been securely
bound. She began by jerking her feet away from her head. With each jerk the
loops of rope dug into her shoulders and the lower shins. After just two or
three tries, she quit. She knew she was not going to get free that way.
She then went to work on the rope binding her hands behind her back. She tried
to pull on it, but discovered the rope looped about her chest and upper arms
kept her from doing much. She certainly could not pull down any further, and
all the ropes insured that she could not draw her arms up toward her shoulders.
Frustrated at her inability to gain any freedom at all, she began to rock
from side to side. She ended up on her left side, she ended up on her right.
It made no difference, she was still as securely bound at the end as she had
been at the beginning.
She lay on her front when she heard the door open. Instantly she stopped
struggling.
"That was quick!" She thought. She expected Teresa's bondage to take a
long time. She expected to remain there helpless for some long period.
Then a thought occurred to her. Maybe she had been there a long time.
Maybe she had enjoyed her struggling that she had completely forgotten about the
time.
"We have to take you across the hall to a room where there is a device we
want to use with you."
Julie wondered what it was. She thought it might be something painful. She
wanted to resist, but did not try as they removed the rope that held her in that
hogtie position. They did not roll her over, but simply removed the ropes from
her lower thighs and ankles as she lay there.
"Come on! On your feet!"
There was little the buxom brunette could do on her own. Hands pulled her
to her feet. About all she could do was not to resist. (Bound as she was, she
could hardly have resisted if she wanted to.) She felt a tugging on the rope
about her lower thigh. Abruptly, the loops became lose and fell away. Someone
had cut the rope. The same thing happened to the rope about her ankles.
"Come along," a woman's voice sounded in her ears. Hands held her securely
as they pushed her forward. She sensed they had taken her out of the room. She
was in the hallway where anyone could see her. Of course, with the blindfold
on, no one would recognize her. They thought of everything.
No commands were given to her. The hands just turned her around. They pushed
her backwards a meter until she was against something solid. A projection dug
into the backs of her legs.
The hands changed positions. (Actually there was only one pair by now.)
One had on each shoulder forced her to sit down on that projection.
"Having fun?" The woman whipped off the blindfold, tucking it in her belt
for further use.
Julie blinked a few times as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light in
the room.
There were three women working on her. They were all she could see at
first. They forced her to bend forward so the could free her arms. Her freedom
lasted only seconds as one woman pulled each arms behind the wood board where
they tied them together at the wrist. More ropes went about her upper chest,
lower chest, and flat stomach.
When the women moved, Julie saw that there was one other person in the
room. A fifth person knelt next tot he door facing the wall. With her long
black hair it could onl be Theresa. They had bound her hands behind her back,
and tied another rope between her elbows so they were drawn together. More
ropes encircled her body, pinning her arms to her sides. It was obvious she
wore a blindfold.
"Move your knees apart."
The projection she sat on was only a few centimeters deep, but there were
two extension flaring out like the letter "V." More ropes went about her
thighs, one about each lower thigh just behind the knees, and the other at the
top, almost to her crotch.
"Okay. Move her."
Two of the women moved around behind the board. Julie tried to look behind
her to see what they were going to do to her, but she saw nothing. Suddenly she
felt the board move. The part at the top fell toward the floor, while the end
toward her feet rose. When it stoped moving, her fanny was a little lower than
her head.
"Here, we want you to be able to watch."
A woman lifted her head to slid a pillow underneath. This kept Julie's
head raised so she had to stare between her spread legs.
The third woman had been busy with Theresa. She brought the beautiful
brunette over so she kenlt between Julie's legs. The blindfold came off first.
The ballgag was next.
"Tell her she has a beautiful pussy."
"You have a beautiful pusy."
"Tell her it is more beautiful than yours."
"You pussy is much more beautiful than mine."
"Tell her you would like to reward her for having such a beautiful pussy."
"I want to reward you for having such a beautiful pussy."
"Now eat it."
As she gave that command, the woman pushed Theresa's head forward. The
naked captive planted her mouth on Julie's pussy and began to explore it with
slow movements of her tongue.
Julie struggled to try to get free. She felt every rope on her body as she
exploded with one orgasm after another.
Since she was gagged, she could say nothing, but she pleaded with Theresa
to stop using her eyes. The captive sensed Julie's sensual submission was near.
She began to lick faster and faster.
Julie's legs kicked wildly as she came, one orgasm after another.
She pleaded with the mistresses with her eyes for them to make Teresa stop,
but they only smiled at her. She saw one whisper in the ear of another. She
could not hear what was said as she was in the midst of another orgasm.
Julie pulled violently on the ropes binding her in a futile attempt to get
free. As she strained against her bondage, she felt another orgasm begin.
All the mistresses smiled at her. Though Julie did not know it, she had
passed through the first phase of training a free woman to be a slave girl. She
would enjoy being bound and gagged.
Julie threw her head back as far as she could as she emitted another
muffled moan as she came again.
When they finally released her and allowed her to put on her own clothes,
she found Teresa waiting for her in the waiting room.
"Did you have fun?"
A couple of dozen orgasms? What woman would not have fun?
"Yeah."
The two started toward the door.
"Are you coming back tomorrow?"
"I...was...thinking about it."
"Would you like to do something with some guys?"
"Like what?"
"Sort of what happened to you today. Only with guys. Lots of guys."
The buxom brunette had to think about it for only a few seconds.
"Okay."
"I will tell them. Can you come about two?"
She giggled at what she had said.
"Sure."
Teresa noticed the hesitation in the woman's answer.
"What is it?"
"Why did you eat me back there?"
The lovely brunette had a look of total surprise written on her face.
"Why...I had to. They told me to."
