Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 20
The motif chosen by Debbie for Andrea to wear was black, or to be more
precise, shiny black satin. That was the color and fabric of her bra. The
beautiful blonde slave girl stared at her reflection in the mirror as the
whipmistress dressed her. She had to admit that the color of the bra contrasted
nicely with her titties. The bra was in reality a half-bra that lifted the
large, supple mounds without covering the pink nipples. Her titties were ready
to be played with.
The garter belt matched the bra - at least it did in front where she could
see it. It was black satin, with black satin ruffles lining the edges. The
black satin framed the blonde curls of her pubic area, instantly drawing
attention to it. The black satin panties went on top. Andrea wondered why
Debbie would want her pussy covered. She then remembered that a mistress
dressed a slave girl in panties only so she could remove them.
The stockings were sheer black, and the high heeled sandals, shiny, black
patent leather.
Andrea's feet were almost able to reach the floor. The whipmistress had
secured leather cuffs to her wrists, then used chains to suspend her from the
ceiling. The blonde hung there limply while the woman dressed her.
The whipmistress made a stunning contrast to the slave girl. Both were
dressed in black, the slave girl in black satin, the mistress in black leather.
Where Andrea was a classic blue-eyed blonde, the whipmistress had dark, almost
black hair with big brown eyes.
The mistress's name was Paula Plankton (though Andrea did not know that).
She was a loyal and trusted employee of Debbie. She was responsible for
Debbie's vast stable of slave girls.
And to be honest, she was more beautiful than some. Perhaps that leather
collar that she kept tucked in her belt for emergencies would one day grace her
neck.
(And everyone knew, that if there was anything brunettes hated, it was a
blue-eyed blonde.)
The whipmistress pulled the black satin gown about the captive's body.
Like all attire for slave girls, it was designed so it could be put on, or
removed, while the slave girl was bound. Once she had it pulled together at
Andrea's waist, the woman snapped it together. This held the flimsy garment in
place while so she could use both hands to pull the material together. Though
Andrea was slender (in all the right places), the gown was so tight that it was
a chore getting it on correctly. Occasionally, the whipmistress had to unsnap
part of it to adjust it on the blonde's body.
Once she was done, she reattached the leather strap about Andrea's ankles.
A short chain connected it to a ring set in the floor. Now that she had the
blonde slave girl dressed, it was time to rearrange her bondage. The
whipmistress turned a crank on a wall. The chains lengthened, slowly lowering
the beautiful captive to the floor. Because she was secured to the ring in the
floor, there was no way Andrea could flee.
The whipmistress continued to lengthen the chain, even when it was long
enough for the blonde to stand on the floor.
"Kneel," she said. The blonde's body sagged against the chains as her
knees grew closer to the floor. Finally they touched. "Put your face against
your knees." The blonde leaned forward. To get her face down where the woman
wanted it, she had to raise her hands in the air. The whipmistress lengthen the
chain a few more centimeters before locking the crank so Andrea could not turn
it by pulling on the chain.
She freed the blonde's left wrist first, pulling it behind her back so her
forearm rested on her lower back. Andrea kept it there when the woman let go.
The whipmistress moved around to the other side of her captive to repeat the
process.
As soon as both leather cuffs were off, she pulled a leather strap from her
belt. She slid it under the blonde's wrists and formed it into a circle. With
practiced hands she stuck the working end through the buckle on the other end.
It only took seconds for her to make the blonde helpless once again.
She went back to the crank to turn it in the other direction. With no
resistance it turned easily. Around and around it went as she drew the chains
up to the ceiling so they would be out of the way.
She smiled as she returned to the kneeling captive. Andrea was so
beautiful that she deserved this fate. This slave girl was her boss's newest
possession, but perhaps she would be lucky and in a few weeks once she grew
tired of her, she would let her employees sample her charms. Until then, she
would enjoy the blonde by securing her in the tightest bondage possible.
She drew another leather strap from her belt as she knelt by the blonde's
side. This one was twice as long as the first. The actual part she would use
to bind Andrea would be little more than what she used to bind her wrists, but
she needed an extra long section so she could get a firm grip on it.
She thrust it under the blonde's arms above her elbows. Quickly she
slipped the working end through the buckle. She braced her left knee against
the slave girl's back to give herself more leverage. Her left hands gripped the
slave girl's right arm just below the elbow. With her right hand she formed a
loop with the strap to give herself a better grip.
Then she pulled.
Slowly she drew the blonde's elbows togther. Her left hand held her arms
in position while her right thumb slipped the pin through the hole.
Andrea's elbows were bound together, and there was nothing she could do to
alleviate the strain.
The whipmistress was not finished. She had not even begun. The straps
were there no to secure the captive for her mistress, but to make it easier to
get the single glove on her. The whipmistress pulled it up the blonde's arms to
the elbows. With Andrea's arms held tightly together from the wrist to the
elbow, she had the blonde helpless.
The next item, and the true bondage device for the little slave girl, was a
black leather single glove. The whipmistress slipped it under the captive's
arms. Once Andrea's hands were in the pocket at the end, she pulled the heavy
zipper from the area of her wrists to the end just above her elbows. She folded
the tab back down so a small ring fit through a slot. When she applied a very
small padlock, there was no way the zipper could come down.
Next she ran the straps from the top of the device over the blonde's
shoulders to insure the single glove did into slid down her arms. One strap ran
from the right across her back to the left shoulder. She ran it over the top,
then tucked it under Andrea's arm so she could slip the end through a buckle on
the left side of the single glove at the top. Once she had repeated the process
with the second strap, this time from the left across the back to the right
shoulder, under the arm to the buckle on the right side.
The final item for the blonde's bondage was a new gag. The whipmistress
had an appropriate one sitting out on a counter. Humming to herself, she
returned the kneeling slave girl. She first unbuckled the strap that held the
red rubber ball in her mouth. Without a word of warning to the beautiful
captive, she grabbed a handful of hair with her left hand to pull the head up.
Her right hand jerked the rubber ball from the blonde's mouth with one motion,
then rammed a new gag in with a return sweep.
This gag consisted of a rather large, black leather bag that filled the
captive's mouth so she could make nothing more than muffled grunts. A thin
black strap held it in the wearer's mouth. The whipmistress pushed the blonde's
face down toward the floor again so she could fasten the ends of the strap
together behind her head with a snap. Debbie could remove the gag with ease,
while Andrea could do nothing about getting it out of her mouth.
"On you feet."
With her feet still secured to the ring in the floor, there was little she
could do to get up. The whipmistress grabbed her by the shoulders to haul her
to her feet. Before freeing the cuffs and chain that kept her in place, she
slipped a black leather blindfold over Andrea's face. The blonde could not run
off without bumping into everything. She stood there helplessly while the
whipmistress freed her feet.
The mistress carried the chain and cuff to the counter. She was in no
hurry. She knew that with that blindfold on, the buxom blonde was going nowhere.
She pulled a chain leash from a peg on the wall before returning to her charge.
She found the blonde exactly as she had left her.
The mistress attached the end of the chain leash to the ring on the front
of Andrea's collar. She saw the beautiful blonde slave girl tense as she
anticipated the order to move. She ordered the slave girl to move simply by
tugging gently on the leash, The blindfold the blonde followed the mistress
where she was led. She was only a slave girl, bound, gagged and helpless. There
was nothing else she could do but obey.
Andrea could feel the tight material of the satin dress pressing against
her body. She knew the dress was extremely tight. Still, she discovered she
could walk with ease regardless of how tight it felt on her hips and fanny. As
she toppled down the hallway after the mistress at the end of the proper leash,
she thought about the outfit she wore. It was tied through the chest and hips
and her bottom. She felt her bottom cheeks press against the material with each
step she took. However, the dress allowed her to walk with relative ease. She
wondered why.
"So here it is my little present," she heard Debbie exclaim. She
continued forward in the director of the voice. She stopped moving forward when
the tension on the least stopped. A gentle dg downward, told her to kneel.
Carefully she lowered her left knee toward the floor. As soon as it touched,
she brought her right knee down to join it. She was on her knees before her
mistress, the ideal position for a slave girl.
She remained kneeling for several minutes. She was only a slave girl. Her
mistress would deal with her when she was ready, and not a second before.
When it came time to play with her new toy, Debbie leaned forward to
remove the blindfold from about Andrea's head. The beautiful blonde slave girl
blinked several times as her eyes became accustomed to the light in the room.
Andrea stole a glance in Debbie's direction. Her mistress sat in a chair
at the end of a dining table wearing clothing more fitting for a slave girl
than a mistress. The motif was lavender. She wore a diaphanous lavender
nightgown. Through the thin material, Andrea could see the dark circles of the
mistress's nipples. Debbie wore matching panties and a frilly garter belt.
"I am so glad you could join me for dinner," Debbie cooed. She extended
her right hand to touch Andrea's left cheek. She smiled as she did that,
anticipating the pleasure the beautiful blond would bring her.
First things first, though. The little slave girl had not been fed all
day. Debbie wanted to keep her healthy so she would be in the best shape to
please her. Twisting her body about, she pulled a bench out from behind her
chair. Then turning back, she talked a platter from the table and set it on the
bench.
"Here it is your dinner, Andrea. In the future, you will have a time
limit in which to eat, but since this is your first meal at a slave girl, I am
going to give you as much time and you need to eat it all."
Reaching behind the blonde slave girl's head, she unfastened the buckle
that held the strap about Andrea's head. Her hands then grabbed the thin strap
where it emerged from the edges of the blonde mouth. Slowly she pulled forward.
Andrea had to open her mouth as wide as she possibly could. The gag was so
large that she had a difficult time getting her jaws are enough apart so that
her mistress could pull out the leather bag that served as Andrea's gag.
Holding the gag in her left hand, Debbie twisted to the right. With her
right hand she slid the bench forward until it was immediately in front of
Andrea.
"Just remember. You can only use your tongue. Take as long as you need.
But you had better eat it all."
Andrea stared at the food on the plate. She knew that it was quite
nutritious, even though it no doubt had no taste. It was full of vitamins and
minerals and other good thing that would keep her healthy. A good mistress
always took care of her slave girls.
Slowly Andrea moved her upper body forward. Then she lowered her face
toward the plate. When her lips were only a couple of centimeters from the soft
food on the plate, she extended her tongue. Slowly the captive blonde slid her
tongue forward across the food, picking up as much of it as she cried. She was
right. The food had no taste. But she was so hungry she did not care. She
extended her tongue once again. This time she moved it faster. Her tongue
lapped up the tasteless food. Faster and faster her tongue went.
She knew there was a purpose to this. Her mistress could beat her and
make it much faster. This was part of her training. Even when she ate she was
in training as a slave girl to help please her mistress. Every time her tongue
put forward, she was strengthening it. In just a short time she would be quite
capable of going long periods of time to please her mistress.
It took over half an hour, but finally Andrea lapped all the food from the
plate with her tongue. She then raised her head in the air. Debbie was ready
with the gag. Her left hand was against the back of the blonde head, the steady
it, while her right held the leather bag in front of her mouth. Andrea opened
her mouth as wide as she could. Debbie rammed the leather bag against the
blondes lets. Slowly the leather bag disappeared into Andrea's mouth. Debbie
then pushed down with her left hand to force Andrea's based toward the war. The
blonde band forward. The mistress grabbed both ends of these straps to pull it
together behind her slave girl's head and passing it together.
"Come here, on then, I want to play with you."
Debbie held Andrea's shoulders and pulled gently on them. The blonde came
to her feet. As Debbie pulled, the blonde captive moved around in front of
her.
That was when Andrea discovered why she could walk in that tight dress.
Debbie slipped her hands in it to get at her panties. The dress was split up
the front from the hem all the way to her crotch. It was seductively tight in
all the right places, but it allowed her mistress access to important parts of
her body.
She felt Debbie's hands fumble around for the waistband of her panties.
Once she had them, she pulled down slowly, allowing her fingertips to play
across the blonde's bottom.
Andrea found herself enjoying her mistress's touch.
When the panties were at her feet, Debbie helped her to step out of them.
The blonde slave girl then allowed her mistress to maneuver for onto her
lap.
Debbie began kissing the blonde's neck. Her right hand fumbled Andrea's
left breast. Despite her wishes, Andrea found herself becoming aroused by its
manipulation of her body. She wondered if it was her destiny to please others.
She certainly was adopting the traits of a slave girl very quickly.
Debbie's right hand slid down the blonde's body toward her crotch.
Andrea's
legs had been slightly apart. As her mistress's hand approached her love nest,
she pulled them together.
Debbie reached around the blonde to smack for on the bottom with her right
hand.
"Bad girl!" She slapped the blonde's bottom again "bad girl!" she
repeated.
The beautiful mistress's hand moved to the blonde's chest but this time it
was not to fondle those large jugs. Her hands pulled down on the bodice of the
dress to expose both of Andrea's titties.
"I guess I am going to have to teach you that a slave girl must keep her
legs apart."
Debbie really had expected this reaction from Andrea. After all, Andrea's
entire life had been dedicated to keeping her knees together. Now, as a slave
girl, she was expected to keep them apart for all mistresses and masters. The
mistress leaned to the right to pick up a tit clamp from the floor. Her left
arm encircled Andrea's body. The index finger and some of her left hand gently
gripped the nipple of the blonde left tit. Slowly she rolled the nipple back
and forth to make it hard and pointed. Once it had done that, and there was no
way Andrea could keep her body from reacting to this sexual assault, Debbie
attached the clamp to the nipple. She pulled her left arm back in front of her
so she could get at the blonde's right nipple. Once it was hard and pointed,
she attached a tit clamp to it.
"I had hope we could avoid this part of your training, but I see that
simply have to be taught to obey."
The brunette smiled as she grabbed the tit clamp attached to Andrea's left
nipple with both hands. Her right index finger and thumb held the wheel that
determined how far apart the wings of the clamp would be. Slowly she rotated it
to the right. She stared only at the clamp, but she heard a whispering from
her new slave girl. From the look in her beautiful blue eyes, Debbie knew that
Andrea would be willing to do anything to have her mistress remove that from her
body, but she had to be taught a lesson. Debbie released her grip on the clamp
and grabbed the other she twisted the wheel until it was as tight as the first.
As soon as she had seen the nipple clamp, Andrew had spread her legs as far
apart as she could in a vain attempt to persuade her mistress not to use it on
her. Debbie noticed that the blonde's legs were spread, but still wanted to
impress upon her slave girl that she had to obey.
"You think they are tight enough?"
The blonde nodded. They were extremely uncomfortable. Looking down, she
knew
they were tightened only partway. Debbie could make them much tighter. Debbie
could put her titties in much more pain.
"I do not think so."
Debbie grabbed the right hit clamp again. Slowly she gave the wheel a turn
to the right. She heard the murmur of pain from the blonde again. She had
chosen that gag on purpose because she knew it would keep Andrea from making a
lot of noise. It was always the same for a new slave girl. She had to
experience some pain before she realized that she could do nothing but obey.
Debbie had some slave girls in her stable that were so well-trained that she
believed she could paddle them without a gag and they would not cry out. Okay,
she would not do it, but she believed she could.
"I wonder how many more turns it would take until the clamp is closed all
the way?"
Andrea grunted disapproval as best she could. The leather bag filling her
mouth did a wonderful job. Her mistress only heard a moan. Andrea shook her
head, long blonde tresses flying from the agitated movement of her head.
Debbie put her right hand down between Andrea's legs. She teased her
slave girl's pussy before inserting her index finger. The blonde reacted as she
expected.
"You know, Andrea," Debbie cooed in her ear, "I bet I could teach you to
enjoy having those clamps on." She planted a most sensuous kiss on her cheek.
The blind shook her head violently as soon as Debbie removed her lips. She
knew it was true. She had seen slave girls who had been trained to become
aroused at the touch of a paddle on their fannies. Why not clamps on nipple?
Andrea did not want that. She only wanted to get down on her knees before her
mistress so she could make her come with her tongue.
When Debbie thought the blonde had learned her lesson, she removed the
nipple clamps. "I am putting them right over here so I can get them if I need
them. Do you think I will need them again?" Andrea shook her head vigorously.
"Are you going to be a good little slave girl?" The blonde nodded.
Debbie smiled at Andrea's submissiveness as she removed the gag from her
mouth. Her left arm encircled the blonde's head so she could hold her face
against her. Their lips touched. Debbie extended her tongue into Andrea's
mouth. The blonde did this same. She had learned her lesson. Debbie felt
herself being aroused simply by kissing this blonde slave girl.
Meanwhile, Debbie's right hand had been playing with the slave girl's
pussy. She knew that it would not take for want to get the buxom blonde
aroused. Soon she had Andrea writhing on her lap. Andrea was just as hot as
she was, probably even hotter.
In just a few minutes, Andrea found herself on her knees with her face
very between her mistress's legs. Her tongue performed the same operations it
had when she was eating. It flipped forward and back, forward and back. She
felt Debbie's hands on the back of her head, pressing her face into her pussy.
It was late at night when Debbie was finally satisfied. She led her blonde
slave girl to her bed. Andrea knelt at the foot of the bed with her face
against her knees while her mistress went for a new gag. This one was rubber
with a whole in the center of it. Debbie pulled the blonde's head back with her
left hand while her right hand held the gag in front of her face. The beautiful
slave girl willingly opened her mouth when her mistress brought it against her
lips. She had to spread her lips even further apart then she had with the
leather bag so that her mistress could hit the entire thing in.
When she got the gag, Debbie also got a spandex slave hood for the blonde
captive. Once the rubber gag was in the blonde's mouth, she pulled the bright
blue slave hood down over her head. With the tight hood covering her head,
there was no need to secure the gag in the slave girl's mouth. The tight
material kept Andrea from pushing it out with her tongue.
Debbie then removed the single-glove from her slave's arms.
"Slide back on the bed until I tell you to stop," she ordered.
Andrea put her hands on the bed to lift her bottom up to make it easier for
her to slide. She moved back several centimeters at a time until Debbie finally
said, "Stop!"
Debbie then pulled a thick pad out from under the bed and placed it on the
bed next to the blonde's bottom. She got on her knees to Andrea's left.
"Raise your fanny off the bed, and hold it there until I tell you to let
it down."
As soon as the blonde slave girl did that, her mistress slid the pad
underneath her bottom.
"O. K.. Now lay back down with your legs spread as far apart as you can."
Debbie slid off the bed as her blonde slave girl did that. She started at
Andrea's left foot, attaching a leather cuff to the left ankle. She ran a short
chain from a ring on the cuff to a matching ring on the bedpost on that side.
Walking around to the other edge of the bed, she repeated the process with the
blonde's right ankle. There was little slack in the chains though
they certainly were not taut.
Debbie then made her way to the head of the bed. After she attached a
leather cuff to Andrea's right wrist and pulled that arm toward the corner of
the bed, she attached the end of a chain to a ring on the cuff. The other and
of the chain was attached to a heavy wooden beam that ran across the top of the
bed. Debbie then walked around the bed to get to the blonde's left arm where she
repeated the process.
The beam was suspended by two chains running down from overhead pulleys.
By working a crank on the wall, the beautiful mistress lengthened the chains.
This, in turn, slowly lowered the beam toward the floor. As it descended, it
pulled the blonde slave girl's arms out toward the corners of the bed. Debbie
stopped the downward movement when she had the blonde's body stretched
spreadeagle on the bed. Because of the pad under her bottom, that part of
Andrea's body was elevated higher than her arms, legs or chest.
Debbie climbed into bed with her newly-acquired slave girl. With her right
hand she lifted Andrea's head off the bed so she could slip a pillow underneath.
She wanted the blonde to be comfortable. Okay, she was not likely to get much
sleep bound in this position, but Debbie did not want her muscles too sore,
particularly those in her neck and shoulders. She would need those to please
her mistress the next day.
The mistress then snuggled up against the body of her helpless slave girl.
Her right hand moved in between Andrea's legs to play with her pussy. She had
done this often before so she knew by touch alone just how much to fondle her
without causing her to come. A few days of bringing pleasure to others without
having any herself would make her even more submissive.
Debbie pulled her hand away. Her right arm went along the left of Andrea's
body as she snuggled closer. Soon she was sound asleep.
While Debbie slept, her beautiful blonde slave girl lay there awake, unable
to sleep in that position. In the morning she had been a free woman. Slave
girls used to bring pleasure to her. But now she was only a slave girl, a
little more beautiful than the others perhaps, but a slave girl nonetheless.
She wondered if she could please her mistress enough in the morning to keep
her from punishing her.
