Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 27
Colleen stood with her feet spread almost a meter apart. She knew how
vulnerable this position made her, but she also knew what would happen to her if
she did not obey the woman's orders. The woman who gave the orders was a
whipmistress, of that she was certain. There were several men about, inspecting
her body by both sight and touch, but the whipmistress was in charge.
It was well-known that a man might take sympathy on a beautiful woman and
be lenient with her. There was no chance of that happening with a woman.
Regardless of the owner, man or mistress, the person in charge of disciplining
the slave girls was invariably a woman, a whipmistress. Colleen knew this woman
would like nothing better than punishing her. She had to be a most obedient,
most submissive slave girl. Oh, she knew deep inside that they would punish her
anyway, but she did not want to do anything to irritate this woman.
The buxom redhead wore nothing more than a garter belt, stockings, and high
heels. Since she was only a slave girl, she really had no need of clothing other
than that. The few items they allowed her provided her with no modesty at all.
Instead, they enhanced her charms, drawing attention to her crotch.
The naked beauty was glad for one thing, they had taken off that
humiliating cowbell they had her wear when they paraded her through town. The
harness was gone as well, only to be replaced by a leather blindfold that kept
any light at all from getting through to her eyes. She had only a small fraction
of a second to see about her. She was inside a building, no doubt in the slave
quarters. Nevertheless, other than that, she had no idea where she was.
With the blindfold in place, they had wrapped a wide leather collar about
her neck on top her slave collar. Hands removed the handcuffs only to refasten
them before her body. Her hands were then drawn over her head and the short
chain connecting the links locked to a ring on the back of the leather collar.
So, for a period of time, she stood naked in this vulnerable position while
they inspected her. Hands groped her oversized boobs at the same time fingers
explored her pussy. She wanted to draw her legs together but knew that would
only get her punished. She was a slave girl. Her body was there for the pleasure
of others.
"All right, you guys, that's enough ogling. Maybe he will let you use her
when he grows tired of her."
He.
She knew her new owner, her master, was a man. The Amazons had said nothing
to her. They had no need to since she was only a slave girl. Once she had
submitted to their satisfaction, she had been forced to walk across town. The
slave binders had insured that she had no idea where they were taking her.
To the home of her master.
She felt hands attaching the end of a leash to a ring on the collar under
her chin.
"Come on, Little Pussy, it's time you learn the meaning of life."
A jerk on the leash told the buxom redhead to move forward. She was unused
to the leash; she was unused to walking blindfolded. Yes, she was badly in need
of training. She tried to move as quickly as she could. She did not want to
displease the whipmistress. She did not want to be punished again.
Her tentative steps forward were too slow. She felt one jerk after another
on the leash.
Finally they came to a stop. Her hands were secured behind her back again,
and then the blindfold was removed.
The whipmistress sat on a chair before her. Colleen thought this was
because the whipmistress was a free person and she was merely a slave girl. She
was wrong though. By sitting, the whipmistress had no trouble reaching Colleen
pubic area.
"I gave you an order to come along, but you did not obey. I had to tug on
the leash several times. Do you think you deserve to be punished for that?"
The buxom beauty knew that if she disagreed, she would be punished for
that. She was only a slave girl. If a free woman wanted to punish her, she could
do nothing less than agree to it. She could do more. If the gag was not filling
her mouth, she would have to beg to be punished.
Colleen nodded.
"My favorite way to punish a slave girl is to trim her pubic hair."
The naked beauty felt relieved. She was proud of her red bush. It showed
anyone who saw it that she was a natural redhead. If the whipmistress wanted to
trim it some, perhaps shave some of the area, it would not be too bad a
punishment.
The whipmistress produced a pair of needle-nosed pliers.
"I think about twenty-five groups would be in order."
Colleen could do nothing but stand there with her legs spread while the
woman grabbed one of the pubic hairs near her flesh and jerked it out by the
root.
"Mmmfftt!"
It was uncomfortable, but not nearly as painful as the paddling she had
received from the Amazons that morning.
The next time the whipmistress grabbed two hairs.
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"
"You don't like that, do you? Maybe next time you will obey me without
hesitation."
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"
For the next twelve or fifteen times, she was content to grab a few hairs.
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"
Colleen knew the pain was not that grab. What caused her to moan through
her gag was the humiliation of having her pubic hair ripped out while she stood
there and let the woman do it. She was only a slave girl. There was nothing else
she could do.
Smiling up at the naked captive, the whipmistress inserted the nose of the
pliers into the curly mass of hairs at the slave girl's crotch. This time she
was not content to pluck out a few. This time she went for a dozen or more,
twisting the pliers to wrap the hairs about it.
"Mmmmfffftttt!" That time the pain was intense. The buxom redhead wanted to
pull her legs together to protect her crotch. She knew that was what the
whipmistress wanted her to do. That would give her a reason to paddle her.
She had not even jerked yet, and the pain was becoming unbearable simply
from the pull on hairs.
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"
The whipmistress jerked on the pliers but had so many she could not pull
them out.
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"
"Have you learned your lesson?" Colleen replied with an enthusiastic
nodding of her head. "Do you promise to do exactly what I tell you to do? Do
you promise to be a good little slave girl?"
The naked slave girl nodded. She was at the point where she was willing to
do anything to avoid being punished again.
"Now I want you to turn around. Stand with your legs spread apart like they
are now, and show me your best asset."
Colleen had little doubt what her best asset was. She was a slave girl. She
existed only to bring pleasure to others.
"Put your head back so you stare straight ahead. Your pussy is now a public
playground. Anyone can use it and you will enjoy it."
After she had finished examining Colleen's pussy (and commenting on the
amount of use it had seen in the past), she had the redhead kneel facing her.
This enabled her to perform a similar examination of Colleen's titties. She
kneaded them and pinched the nipples. Wondering aloud how big they would be if
extended, she grabbed them by the nipples and pulled them as far toward her as
she could.
Attaching a leash to the slave girl's collar in front under her chin, she
brought the buxom captive to her feet. It was a short distance to the entrance
to the slave quarters. Having previously been a free woman, she was not familiar
with slave entrances. She had no idea where she was.
"I'm going to sit over here in the shade while you show off your wares.
Every time a free man or woman walks down this alley, you will do as you just
did for me. You will turn around with you legs spread and bend over. If they
don't stop to comment on what a lovely pussy you have, you will get one stripe
across the fanny with a cane. Once you bend over, you will maintain that
position until I tell you to straighten up."
The whipmistress stepped in front of the naked slave girl. Her titties
were so deliciously large it would be a shame not to put them on display also.
"While you're waiting, there is something else you will do. Pull you hands
higher on your back. Good. Now rotate your shoulders so these girls wiggle. If
you stop, I'm going to use the cane on your nipples."
Colleen did as she was ordered. Her tits seemed to take on a life of their
own once they were in motion. They wiggled merrily back and forth.
That was how the beautiful redhead spent the next hour and a half. Few
people came down the alley. Those who did were treated to the sight of the buxom
redhead bent over, displaying her pussy.
Since she was only another beautiful, buxom slave girl, nobody stopped to
admire her pussy. Tears streamed down her face as the willowy cane slapped
loudly on her bottomcheeks.
The whipmistress sat in the shade sipping a cool drink as she wondered how
long it would be before she was allowed to enjoy the slave girl's body.
Few people came down the alley. It was a shortcut only for people in a
hurry. She was certain more have come this way had they know this luscious slave
girl was out on display. She did not have time for anything fancy. Colleen's
master would be home from work early, eager to sample the charms of his latest
slave girl.
The naked beauty was happy when the woman led her back inside. Even being
led around by a leash was preferable to showing her wares to the public. She
knelt at the whipmistress's feet. The woman leaned forward to remove the gag
from the beautiful woman's mouth.
"I want you to show me that you know what your tongue is for. Lick my
boots until they are clean."
The whipmistress wore leather boots that came up to the knee. Slowly
Colleen leaned forward so she could reach the leather with her extended tongue.
Slowly she dragged the tip of her tongue across the leather.
She felt the mistress's hands on the back of her head, pulling her face
forward so her mouth was pressed against the leather.
"You don't have much enthusiasm for the job. Try harder. And look at me
while you are doing it."
The captive redhead pulled her head back so she could look up. The woman's
knee obstructed her view of her face. She moved her head to the side. The smile
on the woman's face told her she was doing as was expected.
Extending her tongue again, she slowly dragged it across the leather.
To be continued. Comments welcomed.
