Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 22
Gina remained spreadeagled in the corridor for several minutes with no one
paying any attention to her. Sure, she was an incredibly beautiful and sexy
slave girl, but there were many of them around. The senses could absorb only so
much naked beauty before becoming immune to it.
Since she stood on the cart with the posture collar on, she could only
stare straight ahead. She saw the tops of the heads of people walking past, but
she could not lower her gaze enough to see their faces. She could tell it was a
mistress, by the bun on the back of her head, or if it was a French Maid, by the
dainty, white lace cap pinned to the top of her head. The only slave girls she
saw were French Maids. The remainders, slave girls like her, were bound on
carts.
This was her world.
She was only a slave girl.
Other carts were added to the line to her right though she could only tell
by the sounds, not by seeing them. When it was about time for the house to
open, a new set of mistresses maneuvered the carts into position side-by-side.
They could bring forward any carts to the main line that ran along the edge of
the room and out into the corridor.
Gina had no knowledge of this.
She was only a slave girl.
She learned a little of the arrangement of carts when the pair of hooded
slave girls dragged her cart forward. They started forward then turned to the
left to follow the track out of the room. If a mistress thought their work was
not up to the standard, they could expect to receive a swap across the bare
fanny with a switch. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! It did not matter whether
the
slave girl was the performing adequately or not. It was up to their mistress to
decide if they deserve a slot. Crack! Crack!
The house had a hierarchy with its slave girls. Gina, and the other
beautiful and sexy slave girls like her, were at the top. Their sole function
was to please. Next came the French Maids. They served their mistresses by
serving the slave girls. On the bottom were the hooded slave girls who were
little more than beasts of burden. Sure, most of them were quite beautiful and
quite sexy, but some infraction had caused their decline to this level of
service.
The cart holding Gina continued across the side of the room to the opening
to the hall. From the doorway, it was a short journey down the corridor to an
exhibit room. In route, they passed another car coming back in the other
direction. On it was a slave girl whom they had examined and rejected.
There was no stigma in being rejected. The decision belonged totally to
the woman who wanted to rent the slave girl. Each woman had her own tastes, her
own preferences, her own whims of the movement.
Now it was Gina's turn to be exhibited.
They turned from the corridor through the opening into the exhibition room.
"This is one of our latest acquisitions. She is new to her collar, but as
beautiful as she is, we know she can please you."
Gina knew she was on display. Some free woman would pick and choose which
slave girl she would want to please her. The day before when she was a free
woman, Gina would have done something like this.
Now she was only a slave girl.
She existed only to bring pleasure to others.
Wearing the leather posture collar, Gina could not see who was inspecting
her body. There was no need for her to know, because she was only a slave girl.
The mistress would choose whomever she wanted. The choice was not Gina's. All
she could do was hope she was beautiful enough and sexy enough to please
She heard the customer walk slowly to her left. Not a word was said. The
customer continued around behind her, then to her right, before ending
immediately in front of her again.
"I think I'll try her out."
Gina tried to jerk her head down but the leather posture collar keep her
from doing that. She did not have to see to know who it was. It was Delores!
The woman who had to trade heard the day before, was now about to rent her body
to please her.
As soon as Delores said that, the mistress flicked a switch against the
bottoms of the two slave girls at the end of the cart. They started forward,
pulling the cart with Gina on board from the room. The beautiful brunette tried
to look back, and tried to hear what was in store for her. Nevertheless, they
had her through the door and into the corridor too quickly.
They dragged the cart down the corridor until a mistress direction the
slave girls to the left by flicking a switch against their bare fannies. Gina's
eyes moved about quickly as she tried to figure out what was about to happen to
her next.
This was a dressing room with several mistresses and many French Maids.
The French Maids would dress the slave girl in whatever manner the customer
wanted.
The mistresses stood by with paddles in case any French Maid wanted to
cause trouble. There never was any, but there was no sense in leading any slave
girl thing she could resist.
They also told the French Maids what attire to get for the slave girl.
The French Maids swarmed all over Gina on the cart. In a matter of seconds
they had removed the leather cuffs and chains, but Gina's freedom was momentary.
Two French Maids holding each arm pulled her hands behind her back.
Another French Maid attached a pair of handcuffs. A sixth stood in front
of the beautiful slave girl as soon as they had the leather posture collar off.
This French Maid attached one end of a chain leash to the front of the collar,
and used it to read Gina across the room.
Two French Maids waited for Gina in an alcove. When the French Maid
leading her halted, one of them reached behind the naked slave girl to removed
the handcuffs. As she brought her arms forward, one grabbed her left arm and
began pulling it toward the ceiling. The beautiful brunette looked up and saw a
set of cuffs dangling down from chains. By then the other French Maid had her
right arm. She pulled it up in the air as Gina's left wrist was being buckled
into a cuff. In a matter of seconds they had her bound with her arms over her
head.
One French Maid went to a crank on the wall. After unlocking the device,
she turned the handle several time. The chains grew shorter, drawing her arms
in the air. When the French Maid locked the device, Gina's feet were dangling
several centimeters above the floor.
When the instructions from Delores arrived, a mistress told a French Maids
what to get for the beautiful brunette. She pulled it from the clothes rack and
took it to the two responsible for Gina.
As with all slave girl clothing, the items for Gina were made so they could
be put on, or taken off, a slave girl while she was helplessly bound.
The first item was a pink, satin garter belt with frilly, white lace
ruffles along the edges in front. The stocking were flesh colored. The panty
briefs were pink satin. They matched her the color of her high-heeled sandals.
The minidress was sheer pink so think it was evident she was wearing
nothing beneath it.
One French Maid returned to the crank to lower Gina so she could stand on
the floor. This was not for her benefit, but so the French Maids. The first
thing they did was to form her long, dark tresses into a pair of pigtails on the
sides of her head above and slightly forward of her ears. A rubber band held
her hair in place. A leather sheath ten centimeters long caused it to stick out
that distance from her head before falling down. Circular bells dangled down
from the outer edges.
Gina knew that they had put her hair in pigtails to make it easier for Delores
to control her head. She could hold each leather sheath to manipulate the slave
girl's head as she wished.
The French Maids had a new gag for her, a pink rubber ballgag that matched
the pink of her outfit.
She looked exquisite.
The final item was a blindfold that bulged over the eyes so it kept the
slave girl from seeing without messing up her makeup.
As soon as the French Maids finished with the slave girl, they raced over
to one of the mistress. Spinning about, they dropped to their knees with their
faces against their knees and their wrists crossed behind their backs.
When the slave girls were in position for binding, a mistress moved along
behind them, bending over to wrap a cord around the crossed wrists of each
woman.
Another mistress soon went to work on Gina. While many slave girls were
secured with handcuffs, Delores had requested that this beautiful brunette have
her hands tied with cord. The request was no unreasonable, and for that matter,
not uncommon. The mistress freed Gina's right wrist from the leather cuff and
pulled the hand down behind her back. Quickly she tied one end of a cord to her
wrist. "Keep it there," she ordered. Gina knew better than to disobey. The
mistress then freed the captive's left wrist. Pulling that hand behind her
back, she placed it so Gina's wrists were together, palm-to-palm.
Running the working end of the cord about both wrists, she secured them
together. Before tying a knot, however, she passed the end between the
brunette's arms and hands to cinch those first few loops. This drew all slack
from the loops, insuring that the cord would not come loose. Only then did she
tied a knot.
Selecting another cord from the vast array available to her, the mistress
doubled it over so the ends were together. Thrusting the resulting loop under
Gina's left arm, she pushed the ends through the loop. By pulling on them, the
cord became tight about the slave girl's upper arm at the elbow. The mistress
ran the ends around the right arm at the same level, then back to the left.
Once she had half a dozen passes completed, she was ready to add to Gina's
helplessness. She grabbed the brunette's left arm with her left to brace
herself. With her right arm she pulled. The cord slid through the loop,
drawing the captive's arms together. When the mistress finally tied a knot, she
had the luscious captive's elbows touching each other.
She then attached one end of a leash to the front of her slave collar.
A gentle tug on the leash told the beautiful brunette to follow. She
trotted along behind the leather-clad mistress from the room, down the hall, and
into another room. The beautiful Burnett had been moving with her eyes cast
down, totally embarrassed by her attire and status in life. Once in the room
though, she looked around to see if Delores were there. She was not, at least,
not yet.
In the center of the room there was a four-poster bed. The mistress led
Gina to one post at the foot of the bed. She indicated for her to kneel by
jerking down once on the leash. The beautiful brunette lowered her left knee to
the floor, then her right. She stared at the floor before her knees. She was
learning what it was like to be a slave girl.
She did not have to look up to know that her mistress was attaching the
other end of the leash to a ring on the bedpost. When she had done that, the
mistress left the room.
Gina waited until she heard the door close before looking up. There was
little to see in the room. There were only the bed and a mirror. She wondered
if it was a two-way mirror, so others could watch as she brought pleasure to
others. She was afraid that they would be watching her performance, but the
more she thought about it the more she hoped that someone would be watching so
they could tell just how good she actually ways. Maybe if they realize that she
was willing to be a good little slave girl, they would not punish her. For a
few seconds she even deluded herself into thinking that if she were extremely
good, they might even free her.
She was only a slave girl. No one ever freed a slave girl. In fact, there
was a serious fine for committing such a felony. No fine had ever been paid.
No slave girl had ever been released.
The kneeling brunette looked at the chain that kept her tethered there.
She could feel the weight of it pulling down on the leather band about her neck.
It dropped down several centimeters before flattening out for another ten or
fifteen. It rose to the ring on the bedpost.
She knew the ring was screwed securely into the wood so she could not pull
it out or break the chain. She knew that if she stood up she would discover the
ring was too far above the floor for her to reach with bound hands.
She was a helpless slave girl.
Gina jerked her head around as the door opened and Delores walked in. She
smiled at the kneeling slave girl as she closed the door behind her.
"Beautiful Gina on her knees, bound and ready to please. This is what I
was always hoping for. I hope you are half as good as your body says it will
be."
At the bedpost, she removed with the end of the leash from the ring with a
simple flip of her hand. Jerking up on it slightly, she indicated that the
beautiful brunette should come to her feet.
Gina placed her left high heeled foot on the floor and pushed up. She
staggered a little as she tried to come to her feet. She had not realized how
hard it was getting around in shoes with ten centimeter spike high heels, but
she gets she would have lots of experience before the day was over.
By the time she had come to her feet, Delores was seated on the bed. Using
the leash she brought Gina over so their knees were touching. Gina realized
that this was not the proper position for a slave girl so she moved her feet
apart about a meter.
"Oh, a hot, little slut, aren't you? First things first though. Kneel."
One the beautiful slave girl had her neck level with the mistress's knees,
Delores leaned forward to unhook the end of the leash from Gina's cold until I
tell you to stop."
The mistress spread her legs apart so Gina could do as she ordered. The
lovely captive moved her feet forward centimeter by centimeter until she heard
the command, "Stop."
Between Delores's legs, she could not spread her legs.
That suited Delores fine as she reached under Gina's short skirt with both
hands. The beautiful slave girl felt fingers grabbing the panties near the
elastic waistband. Slowly the woman drew the flimsy garment down until it was
below the rounded cheeks. Delores's hands then returned to grab the brunette's
tender buns.
"Oh, these feel so soft and warm. I bet you took a lot of spanks before
you even felt it."
Gina then realized what the woman had in store for her. She remembered
the old saying that the only reason to put panties on a slave girl was to take
them off her.
"Turn around and bend over."
By doing this, she allowed the woman to inspect her fanny more closely.
"Straighten up, then kneel."
As her head went into the air, her left knee went toward the floor. As
soon as it touched, she brought her right down to join it.
She immediately felt Delores tugging at the strap that held the ball gag in
her mouth. Once she had it undone, she pulled back on the slave girl's head so
she had to look up. This made it easy for her to pull the rubber ball from the
captive woman's mouth.
"On you feet. Then turn around. I want your fanny right here," Delores
said as she slapped her thighs.Delores intended to spank her, and Gina knew
there was nothing she could do about it. As a slave girl, she existed only to
please others. If it please Delores to spank her, then she would be spanked.
Slowly she moved forward. She lowered her body forward. In a matter of
seconds she lay across the woman's legs.
"Oh! I can see that your fanny is still red from yesterday. You know, as
beautiful as you are, I thought you would learn your lesson much faster. I
thought the few whacks on the bottom would convince you that the woman as
beautiful as you has to be a slave girl." She chuckled through herself. "I had
hoped to have pristine white bottom here to spank, but it is still a delicious
shade of red. Since you disappointed me, I guess that means extra punishment
for you."
Gina wanted to respond but did not. It was not her fault that her bottom
was still red.
"Every time I give your bottom a slap, you will announce what number that
was. You will then thank me for spanking you, and then you will beg me to spank
you harder. Let us begin with you begging for a spanking."
"Please, Mistres, please spank me. Please spank me."
Smack!
"One. Thank you for spanking me. Please spank me again."
This continued as long as Delores wanted. She let the slave girl slide off
her lap and onto the floor. In second Gina had her beautiful face between the
mistress's legs, her tongue extended as far inside her pussy as she could reach.
Gina was quickly learning what was expected of her as a slave girl.
