Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 19
Janice stumbled forward after the horse. She could see little more than its
tail, rump and legs as this courier had fasted slave girl blinders about her
head, prohibiting her from seeing to either side. Periodically she tried to
raise her head but the short check chains that ran from the blinders to her
collar kept her from doing that. The leash ran from her collar to a matching
ring on the side of the courier's saddle. The horse walked quickly, forcing the
naked captive to trot along behind.
Her feet hurt from the high heeled sandals. Since only slave girls wore
high heels, she had no experience in wearing them before today. She wished they
would remove them from her feet but she knew that was impossible. She was
merely a slave girl. The little shoes with the high, narrow heel and the little
straps made her legs look even sexier. No master or mistress would change them
for something more sensible to wear while trotting through the streets at the
end of a leash. (Of course, there was no way the luscious beauty could remove
them on her own. A pair of straps secured them to each foot. Simple buckles
held them secure, but she could not even undo them. Her hands were locked
behind her back. After all, she was only a slave girl.)
Finally they arrived at their destination. Janice knew that only because
the horse and rider leading her had stopped. She had no idea where she was.
She saw movement off to her left. She wanted to look in that direction,
but the leather blinders kept her from seeing in either direction, and the check
chains kept her from turning her head. The only way she could see would be to
turn her whole body, an act she knew would cause her to be punished. If she had
to know where she was, a master or mistress would tell her. If she did not have
to know, no one would say a word to her. She did not know where she was, but it
was much preferable to being punished.
Janice was quickly learning to be a good little slave girl.
Since her bottom still burned from the spankings she received earlier in
the day when the Amazons enslaved her, she would not do anything to warrant
another spanking.
The leash attaching her to the saddle was removed, but immediately replaced
by another leash. Hands spun her to the left and forward. She found the wall
of a building a few centimeters in front of her face.
Hands removed the blinders but she did not dare turn her head to see who
was there.
A copper pfennig appeared in sight against the wall.
"Hold it here with your nose." The voice belonged to a woman, but she did
not recognize it.
The beautiful brunette leaned forward to pin the copper coin against the
wall with her nose. Now, if she turned her head, the coin would fall, and she
would be punished. With her face that close to the building, she could see
nothing.
She knew she was in the hands of someone who knew how to control slave
girls.
She did not hear the courier ride off as all her attention was on the hands
fastening a leather slave hood over her head. The leather bondage device had a
gap in front where the slave girl's her nose was. The woman pulled the bottom
flaps under her chin to fasten them with straps. More straps secured the
leather bondage device to her head.
She felt fingers pulling the coin out from under her nose..
"Come on, Slave Girl. Your mistress is anxious to play with you."
Janice followed where she was led. She moved slowly since she could not
see where she was going. The mistress who controlled her walked behind her with
her hands on Janice's upper arms. Once inside, she undressed, the slave girl
and dressed again as her mistress wanted.
Janice's hands were secured in leather mittens that would not allow her the
use of her hands. She felt someone attach the ends of the leather mittens to a
ring on the back of a leather belt that encircled her slender waist. Not only
was she helplessly bound, she could not use her hands to protect her bottom.
She felt the hands push her forward, and then to the side. One hand on
each shoulder brought her to a stop. Those hands removed the slave hood.
"What do you think, Slave Girl? Are you ready to please?"
The woman laughed. Janice had no choice but to please if she did not want
to be punished.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she realized she would never have
recognized herself as the same woman, then free, who had gone to meet with the
Amazons.
They had her dressed as a French Maid. The uniform was black satin and
extremely short so her legs, encased in sheer black stockings, were instantly
noticeable. She wore a half bra that lifted her titties without covering the
nipples. The low neckline of the minidress allowed most of her titties to her
seen and, more importantly, both nipples.
While she studied her reflection in the mirror, the mistress formed her
long dark hair into pigtails and attached a little white, lace cap to the top of
her head.
"Now show you how well you can curtsey."
Janice's efforts were clumsy and took some work before the woman was
satisfied. Her training began immediately. When the first effort lacked grace,
the woman took action.
"Bend over. Head up. Stare straight ahead."
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The switch landed on Janice's sore bottom. She wore no panties, but satin
provided little protection anyway.
"Now, curtsey again. That still is not good. Bend over."
The mistress's name was Gretchen. She was neither beautiful nor thin.
There were few pleasures in life she enjoyed more than taking a beautiful, young
slave girl, one fresh to the collar, and forcing her to mind. No matter how
well Janice performed, she was still destined for a few whacks on the fanny.
On the fourth try, the slave girl finally curtseyed correctly. The
mistress rewarded her by rubbing both nipples between an index finger and a
thumb. It took only a few seconds for them to become hard. Knowing what
Shelley had in store for this slave girl, she had to smile. Every slave girl
loved having her body played with. This one though would find it to be a
constant source of frustration.
The mistress walked over in front of the slave girl, standing almost two
meters away.
"Do you see this?"
The woman pointed to her crotch. Janice nodded.
"This is where you look on every free woman or man who happens by.
Remember that you exist only to bring pleasure down here. When no one is about,
you stare straight ahead, ignoring everything."
The mistress still had hold of the leash, but she walked around behind the
captive. Janice stared straight ahead at the wall several meters away.
"Come along." She jerked on the leash.
Janice had to trot after the woman to keep up with her. They passed
through several corridors before turning into a room.
The first thing she saw was the pussy and ass of a slave girl. The other
captive lay on her back on a bench with her knees drawn up to her shoulders.
Though there could be no doubt that she was securely bound, she did have some
movement. Attached to each ankle was a belled strap that jingled periodically
as the slave girl struggled with her bondage. Though she could move her legs
some, her pussy remained where her mistress wanted it.
The mistress shoved her to her knees. Without being told, Janice lowered
her face to the floor. The toes of a pair of shoes appeared before her.
"All I wanted was Paulette, but when the Amazons offered to throw you in
for free, how could I refuse?"
The captive beauty recognized the voice. It was Shelley, her new
mistress.
"Come here and say hello to Paulette."
Shelley grabbed her by the pigtails and pulled up. Janice let her head go
where her mistress wanted it to go. Her mistress moved her to the right. She
then felt her nose being pressed into Paulette's pussy.
"They tell me you are rather accomplished already, but I wonder just how
good you are. Go ahead and make her come with your nose."
The captive brunette moved her head up and down. Paulette responded by
jerking her body so the belled straps jingled almost continuously. Janice
discovered that the faster she moved her face up and down, the more Paulette
squirmed. The ringing stopped as she heard a muffled groan from Paulette.
The slave girl had come.
"You are very good. Maybe you were just born to be a slave girl. Let me
see what you can do with you tongue."
The woman removed the gag. With a hand against the back of Janice's head,
she rammed her slave girl's face into the other slave girl's pussy. The
jingling of the bells became almost deafening as the brunette's body was wracked
by one orgasm after another.
"So much for the fun," Shelley said as she pulled Janice's head away from
Paulette's bottom back with her right hand holding a pigtail. "She still has
not officially submitted to be a slave girl." Shelley pulled the slave girl's
head back so her mouth opened. Janice could make no response to that statement
as the mistress was already ramming the rubber ball into her mouth. She pushed
the slave girl's head down so she could easily buckle the ends of the strap
together. The slave girl would not wear this gag long, so she did not bother
putting it under her long tresses.
"Up on your feet, Janice. There. Now step up on this stool so you can
straddle Paulette's legs."
In this position, Paulette's body kept Janice's legs spread apart. At the
same time, Janice's kept Paulette's spread. The two bare asses were near each
other.
"Come on, lean forward. Put your face down near Paulette's."
For the first time Janice got a look at the other slave girl's face. While
she wore a simple ball gag, Paulette wore some sort of double penis-gag. While
there was one dildo in her mouth already, another protruded ten centimeters from
the leather strap. As Janice lowered her face toward the end of the shaft, she
felt her mistress unbuckling the strap of her gag. She stared at the dildo,
knowing where it was destined to go.
Shelley jerked the rubber ball from the slave girl's mouth with her left
hand. Her right forced her face down so she had to take the shaft into her
mouth. She dropped the ball gag to take the end of a short chain that was
fastened to the ring on the front of Paulette's collar. Driving Janice's mouth
further down on the shaft, she attached the other end of the chain to the ring
on the front of her collar.
Janice could not take her mouth off the dildo.
Shelley next secured Janice's legs to the bench upon which Paulette was
fastened. One strap over each ankle insured that the captive could not leave
that position.
"As I said a moment ago, you wear the collar of a slave girl, Paulette, but
you have not submitted. That is an oversight I intend on correcting
immediately. But first...your friend Janice here betrayed you. And while
slavery is certainly just punishment for such a deed, I think a little personal
punishment. In this position, I am certain you will enjoy every blow."
Janice began to struggle with her bondage as her mistress moved to the
bottom of the bench. Bound as she was, there was nothing she could do to stop
the punishment.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Janice's fanny was already sore for her earlier spankings. She did not
need another.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Unfortunately, Janice was not in the position to decide whether she needed
another spanking.
"Whack!!"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
After half a dozen blows to Janice's red bottomcheeks, Shelley adjusted her
target a little. The seventh blow landed on Paulette's pristine, white ass.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"I did not want you to think I had forgotten you, Paulette."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Four blows were all she needed to turn the buxom brunette's bottom quite
red. The next blow landed on Janice's bottom.
"Isn't this a fun game now? Every time I swing the paddle, you will not
know if I am aiming at your bottom or not."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Paulette was willing to be begged to be used as a slave girl long before
Shelley finished with her. She struggled and thrashed about in her bondage but
it did not good.
The beautiful slave girls knelt at their mistress's feet to await her
pleasure. Paulette was first. She used her tongue to thank her mistress for
turning her into a slave girl.
When she was done (for the moment), Shelley grabbed the buxom woman by the
hair to pull her head back. She pushed the rubber ball back into her mouth.
With both hands she pushed her head down so she could buckle the ends of the
strap together behind her head. She left the strap on top the slave girl's long
hair. She would not be wearing it long. Shelley had better uses for her mouth
than something with which to hold a rubber ball.
"Since I am your new mistress, you know what that means." She slapped both
thighs. "I want you right here."
Slowly Paulette came to her feet. She stared at her mistress's legs,
afraid of what was about to happen to her there. She took a couple of small
steps to the side before bending over. Shelley helped her the rest of the way
so her bare bottom rested on top her thighs.
Whop! Whop! Whop!
The blows were with an open hand, so they were not painful. Well, at least
they were not as painful as that wooden paddle had been.
"Show me what a good time you are having. Cry and moan and kick your
legs."
Paulette knew better than to refuse. The more she struggled, the harder
and more rapidly Shelley delivered the blows.
Suddenly she found herself back on her knees at her mistress's feet with
the gag out.
"Now thank me for spanking you."
Janice knelt a couple meters before Shelley during this exhibition. She
was quite glad this had not happened to her. She had already undergone this
ritual once today.
For a different mistress.
She now had a new mistress, one who would want to show her who was
mistress.
She kicked her legs violently as Shelley slapped her bare bottom with her
hand. The blows continued to fall as long as her mistress wanted to swing her
hand downwards. Janice pressed her mouth against Shelley's pussy to thank her
for spanking her when she was done.
The two little slave girls knelt submissively in their bondage as their
mistress disrobed. Beneath the clothing of a free woman, she wore a lavender
garter belt and sheer black stockings, items more suited for someone wearing a
slave collar. She wore panties and a bra that matched the garter belt, but she
discarded them on her outer clothing. They would only be in the way for what
she had in mind.
"On your feet, Paulette. I want you standing right here in front of me."
The buxom brunette was too much afraid to refuse. She staggered to her
feet. Three small steps brought her before her mistress.
"Turn around."
Shelley removed the handcuffs, but both knew Paulette's freedom would only
be short. The mistress pushed her to her knees, then maneuvered her about so
she lay on a special bench. Paulette knew without being told what her function
would be. Her mistress first fastened a leather strap across her upper chest to
secure her to the device.
Next she secured the buxom brunette's hands to the device. This she did by
wrapping a leather cuff about each wrist. She buckled the cuff closed.
There was no need for a lock as there was no way for the wearer to get the
buckle loose. A twenty-centimeter long chain connected each cuff to the wooden
base of the bench.
Paulette could jerk and pull to her little heart's content without hurting
her wrists.
Next the mistress attached a leather cuff to each lower thigh immediately
above the knee. She then pulled each knee back until it was level with her
body. Another short chain ran from a ring on the cuff to another ring on the
base below her chest.
In this position, the beautiful brunette's pussy was available. Her legs
were spread wide, beckoning the onlooker to available themselves of her
love-nest.
Shelley had other plans though.
Janice was next. She turned the slave girl so she faced a wood box on the
floor. It was on wheels, and one end was higher than the other, but to Janice
it looked just like a box.
Shelley flipped it open with one hand.
"Get in."
On the left side there was a groove cut in the side that matched a groove
that was on part of the side still attached to the lid. Janice stepped forward
and knelt down. Shelley quickly pushed her into position so her neck was at the
side, her head hanging over the edge. The box was quite narrow so it was a tight
fit. Shelley secured her inside by fastening leather straps over her ankles,
knees, waist, back and neck. When she stood up, the beautiful slave girl could
move no part of her body.
Shelley walked around the box to get at the lid. She lower it, then
secured it into position by attaching a series of small locks on latches where
the lid and side came together.
There was no way for the captive to move at all. This was exactly what
Shelley wanted.
She slid the box forward so the slave girl's face was directly over
Paulette's pussy. After removing the gag she turned a knob under the box that
lowered it.
"Kiss Paulette's pussy. Good. Now tell her how beautiful it is."
"You have a beautiful pussy."
"Tell her it is much more beautiful than yours."
"Your pussy is much more beautiful than mine."
"Now, keep that thought in your mind as you eat her. You will not stop for
a second before I tell you to."
Shelley proceeded to fasten a leather strap across the back of Janice's
head to keep her face pressed down against Paulette's pussy.
By the time she rose and went to Paulette's head, the buxom slave girl was
already on her third orgasm. She grunted and moaned through the rubber ball
filling her mouth as she came again, and proceeded to start on a fourth orgasm.
The mistress quickly placed a platform over Paulette's chest that would
enable her to sit on it without restricting the slave's breathing. Her crotch
was already naked so no time was lost. Quickly she pulled the ball gag from the
slave girl's mouth. As soon as she sat on the platform with her pussy pressed
against Paulette's mouth, the slave girl started probing it with her tongue.
Shelley uttered a little moan as she grabbed Paulette's long dark tresses
with both hands. Soon she was undergoing her first orgasm. Paulette was
already working toward her fifth. Shelley made a mental note (which she
immediately forgot) to punish her buxom slave girl if she came more times than
her mistress.
The mistress's pussy served as a gag for Paulette to muffle her screams of
pleasure. Shelley had no such restriction.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yesohyesohyesooooohhhh!!"
The mistress put her head back as she gasped for air. Paulette gave her no
respite though. Before the beautiful mistress had fully recovered, Paulette had
her well on her way to her second orgasm.
Shelley's bed was a four-poster, and from the kicks on each post, it was
used often. When she was so exhausted she could hardly move, she released her
slave girls and had them kneel at the foot of the bed, handcuffs holding their
hands prisoner behind their backs, ballgags insuring their silence.
"On your feet, Paulette. Stand against the bedpost right in front of you.
This will be your bedpost."
Slowly the exhausted beauty staggered to her feet. A half meter from the
bedpost she turned so she faced Shelley. Carefully she stepped back until her
handcuffed arms were against the bedpost.
"On your feet, Janice. I want you to tie her to the bedpost exactly as I
want."
Janice followed the instructions as her mistress told her how to tie the
buxom brunette to the bedpost. Ropes encircled Paulette's chest, waist and legs
so she could not move.
Then it was Janice's turn. Shelley bound her to the post in the exact
position as Paulette.
"Now I want to two of you to get a good night's sleep because we have a lot
of work to do tomorrow to get ready for my wedding. You two will make
beautiful, bondage bridesmaids!"
The two beautiful captives wondered how they could ever fall asleep standing
upright, but, exhausted from the day's travails, each was soon sound asleep.
