Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 31
We must not forget Colleen, the big-chested redhead. When last we left her,
the whipmistress had finished having her humiliate herself in front of free men
and women. She led the luscious slave girl through the building blindfolded. By
now Colleen walked faster than before, even though bound and blindfolded. She
had not become used to walking on a leash while blindfolded during her few hours
as a slave girl. Rather, she was too numb to resist or worry about what might
happen to her.
She continued to wear the blindfold when several sets of hands stripped her
naked. The blindfold came off for a few seconds so they could collect her long,
lovely tresses to fasten them out of the way above her shoulders. They did not
pin her hair on top her head as that was the hairstyle of a free woman, and
Colleen was a slave girl, no more, no less. A slave girl simply pulled her hair
over her head and held it there with both hands. A second slave girl wrapped a
leather sheath about her hair so one edge pressed against her scalp. As she
fitted this sheath in place, the other slave girl let go. The second slave girl
held the sheath in place so the first could buckle the two straps on place.
This sheath lifted Colleen hair's high above her head. She quickly
understood why. They did not want her long hair to get wet. Set in the floor
before her was a giant bathtub. Waiting for her was a pair of slave girls
tethered to rings set in the edge of the bathtub. Colleen saw they were naked
from the waist up. The water came up to their tits so she could not see from the
waist down but she suspected they were totally naked.
Steps led down to the water on the other end of the bathtub. Two slave
girls led Colleen down to the bottom of the steps. Once they had the slave girl
in water, they reattached the leather blindfold.
In the few seconds she had been able to see, Colleen saw that there were
only two mistresses present One was the woman who had brought her. Everyone else
present, those who had undressed her and fixed her hair on top her head, those
who waited for her in the bathtub, were all slave girls.
Each wore a slave collar and nothing else besides a bright red rubber ball
gag, identical to the one that insured her silence.
Colleen stood in the water with her legs spread wide as they had taught
her. The other slave girls went to work washing her. She felt them scrubbing
every part of her body. In that position, they had no trouble reaching every
crevice. When they finished, they guided her back to the steps. As she emerged
from the water, they rubbed towels over her body to dry her off.
The naked captive had to admit that she had never been subjected to such
luxurious service.
When they had her dry, the service continued as they sprayed her with
expensive perfume. They applied lip gross and nipple rouge.
The clothing was next. Colleen could not see it, but knew it had to be
expensive and erotic. To make it easier to get it on her, the slave girls
dressing the newly-collared slave girl's arms over her head so her hands were a
meter and a half apart. The luscious captive could not see that they locked each
wrist in a leather strap that was attached to a bar by a short chain.
The slave girls dressed Colleen first in a black satin garter belt. Small,
black satin ruffles lined the edges in front. The garter belt held up a pair of
black stockings, sheer except for the seam up the back.
While one slave girl slipped the buxom captive's feet into black, patent
leather sandals with fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels, another slipped the
black satin miniskirt about Colleen's slender waist. The miniskirt was the
typical length for a slave girl, it barely came to the tops of the stockings in
front while it was so short in back that the hem stopped at the bottom of her
cheeks.
A black leather belt, six centimeters wide went over the top at her waist.
(She did not realize that the belt was not necessary to hold the miniskirt up.)
The halter top was sheer black, made of the same material as her stockings,
and only slightly more opaque. The dusky hue gave the illusion of hiding her
titties, but each supple mound was clearly visible.
The blindfold came off so they could fix her hair. The ponytail on top her
head was funny-looking, and hardly romantic. The long red tresses were brushed
out, and then pinned back from her face.
They reapplied the blindfold. Colleen was a slave girl. She had to see
nothing.
She felt them attach a leash to the ring on the front of her collar. Once
they knew she could not flee, they freed her hands long enough for them to pull
shoulder-length, black satin gloves up her arms. One slave girl worked on each
arm. When she was finished with the glove, she pulled that arm behind Colleen's
back. When both were there, another slave girl attached handcuffs to keep them
there.
A tug on the leash told her to start forward. She stumbled along where they
led her. She did not know where they were taking her and only hoped they would
not punish her when they arrived.
"Stop."
Hands on her shoulders turned her body partway around.
"Spread ‘em."
A tap on the inside of her left knee with a switch reminded her of her
status. The buxom redhead spread her legs as far apart as she could.
That was how Colleen spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for her master
to arrive. She guessed she was alone, but with the blindfold on, she could not
be certain, and even if she was alone, where could she flee, dressed as a slave
girl and wearing a collar? With her hands cuffed behind her back she could not
do anything for herself. With the ballgag filling her mouth, she could not call
out for help.
All she could do was stand there and wait.
She heard voices, three of them. One, a male, sounded in charge.
"There is my new toy."
Colleen's body stiffened. She recognized that voice. It was her boss,
Calvin Cameroon. He must have come to rescue her!
She felt a hand on a tit.
"You know, I've admired these girls ever since you came to work for me.
From that first day, I've thought the only thing that could make them better was
a leather slave collar about that cute throat of yours."
He stood behind her with his arms about her body. One hand grasped each
tittie and gently squeezed it.
Colleen realized the horrible truth – her boss was not there to rescue her.
He was her master!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
His thumbs and index fingers concentrated on the nipples. He rolled them
back and forth until he felt them grow pointed. They were not hard yet. He knew
she was a new slave girl. He knew it would take a few days for her to become
aroused merely at her master's touch.
He knew it would happen, and it would happen much more quickly than the
redhead would ever imagine.
"Let me get rid of a few of these unnecessary trappings so I can better
admire my new, prized possession."
The first thing he removed was the blindfold. He tossed it aside. He
believed that if Colleen saw what he did to her, the more she would enjoy it and
want it again.
The top went next. The sheet top had no obstructed his sight, but with it
off, his hands now made direct contact with her flesh. Gently he caressed both
titties, slowly at first and then more rapidly with each passing second.
Colleen's body responded as he knew it would.
The miniskirt was next. With her legs spread wide, Colleen could not hide
her pussy.
Slowly his left hand moved down her body from her right tit to her crotch.
Gently he fingered her pussy. He smiled when the redhead closed her eyes after a
few seconds. Her breaths were becoming more rapid and shallow.
She was becoming aroused. This did not surprise him. She was a slave girl.
She lived to give him pleasure. That meant she had to share it.
"You're just as hot as I expected you to be. Come over here."
The way he worded it, it sounded almost as though it was a request but he
held her by both shoulders to turn her about and guide her in the direction he
wanted.
To her right and somewhat behind her, there was a slave girl bar. She knew
what its purpose was. She had seen slave girls set out for male use. Now it was
her turn.
Mounted in the floor a foot and a half from the bar was a mirror. She
wondered why it was there. Afraid she might break it and be punished, she
carefully stepped around it.
"Spread ‘em."
The buxom redhead moved her feet so they were more than a meter apart. She
looked down as she felt something at her right ankle. Her master was busy
fastening a leather cuff about her leg just above the ankle. When he had it
buckled securely, he attached a chain. When he had done the same to her left
leg, she could not pull her legs together to protect herself. She heard a
rumbling sound as the chains disappeared into holes in the floor. Her master had
triggered a switch that pulled the slack from the chains.
She felt her master freeing her hands. She knew her freedom would not be
long, and she was right.
"Bend over. Hands on the bar."
The luscious captive bent her knees a little as she leaned forward. Her
hands landed on the surface of the wood bar. Quickly he attached leather cuffs
to her wrists. These already had two chains attached to each cuff. Once he had
the cuffs on though, he pushed a lever that pulled all the slack from the
chains.
This left Colleen bent over, her weight resting on the palms of her hands.
Because of the leather cuffs and chains, she could not pull her hands away.
Though the naked captive was bound in the desired position, she still had
too much ability to move. An experienced slave girl would know to keep her body
steady. The master moved around behind the captive. Grabbing a chain that
dangled down from the ceiling, he pulled it over to Colleen where he attached it
to a ring on the right side of the leather belt about her slender waist. Quickly
he moved over to the other side to repeat the process.
With these two chains hold her bottom steady, the captive redhead could
hardly move at all. True, she could wiggle her fingers and flex her knees a
little, but that was about it.
Calvin was not quite ready to take advantage of his new slave girl's
helpless position. First he selected a slave girl in the hall. There were half a
dozen, dressed as French Maids, bound, gagged and blindfolded. The one he chose
had a dildo-gag. He led her into the room with Colleen and had her knee.
He dropped his trousers, but before availing himself of Colleen's pussy, he
fingered it first. He heard the captive moan, perhaps in humiliation at first,
but then with desire as his careful fingering brought her close to a climax.
His intent though was not to give her pleasure. She was a slave girl. She
existed only to give pleasure to others.
Colleen looked down. Mounted on the floor below her head was a second
mirror. This one was aligned with the first so she could see her pussy. She
watched his fingers play with her. She continued to watch as he pulled his hand
away, only to replace it with his cock.
Staring at the mirror in the floor below her head, Colleen had to watch as
he used her.
Yes, the correct verb is "used." A man might make love to a free woman. A
man might have sex with a free woman. But a slave girl? He only used them.
(The proper position for mounting a slave girl was the one Colleen was in.
A free woman might enjoy ecstasy with her knees against her chest, but the
proper way to enjoy the charms of a slave girl was to have her bend over with
her legs spread. While some romantics theorized that it enables the slave girl
to come more often, the truth was that it simply ensured that she knew her place
in society.)
As all slave girls about to be used for the first time, Colleen vowed she
would not enjoy herself. She continued to repeat that thought to herself as she
came for the first time. She repeated it over and over in her mind as she came a
second and third. She came so often that she lost track of the number if tunes.
She swore to herself that she had not enjoyed it, but was sorry when her
master quit.
The purpose of the second slave girl was not evident to Colleen, but her
master used her mouth to clean up. She used her tongue to clean him off, making
his cock longer in the process. She stared at her master, her blue eyes begging
for the opportunity to replace Colleen as the instrument of her master's
pleasure..
Ah, the buxom redhead has so much to learn about being a slave girl.
