Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

 

Chapter 90

 

It took Laura only a few seconds to realize that in this position, anyone looking through the open door could see her pussy.  She wanted desperately to draw her legs together, but that would do no good.  She needed to use of her hands, one to cover her crotch and the other to cover her titties.  She was helplessly bound.  She would have to do whatever the mistress demanded of her.

Caroline returned with a couple of items.  Without a word to the captive, she approached her from the side holding a leather slave collar.  The brunette reacted when she felt the leather strap against her soft flesh.  She did not have to see it to know what it was.  Caroline halted any resistance by grabbing her by the back of the neck and squeezing tightly.  Laura felt the pressure and knew she was not physically capable of resisting.  Caroline wrapped the black leather slave collar about the woman’s neck.  The built-in lock insured it would not come off.

“Now I want you to straighten up and turn to face me.”

When Laura had done that, Caroline attached the end of a leash to the ring on the collar.

“I have made arrangements for you to get dressed for your job.  I am certain that you will find these garments much more comfortable then the gown I just cut off you.”

Laura blushed when Caroline laughed.  When the whipmistress turned toward the door, tugging on the leash, she had no choice but to follow.  When she reached the door however, she came to a stop.  She did not want to go out in public stark naked.

“You forget.  You are nothing more than a slave girl.  No one will pay any attention to you.” 

Just to make certain that the captive did what she wanted, Caroline ran several sections of the leash around her fingers to give herself a better grip when she pulled.  The evil stepdaughter tried to resist but found herself being dragged forward by the neck.  She realized Caroline could force her to do anything she wanted even without the threat of spanking her.

Laura stepped forward one tiny step, no more than a quarter of a meter.  Caroline continued to pull on the leash, but not with the strength she had before.  The beautiful brunette took a second step and a third.

Caroline made no effort to force her to move faster.  She knew that with each step, her captive was agreeing to her bondage and servile status.

The brunette’s face pointed to the floor when a guard approached.  The man moved past her without recognizing her (though he did give her a friendly pat on the bare ass).

“See.  If you do not draw attention to yourself, no one will recognize one.  You have passed one hurtle.  Let’s see if you can walk faster.  The sooner we arrive at our destination, the sooner you will be out of public sight and into some clothes.”

Those words convinced Laura to follow Caroline’s’ orders.  Down the hall she trotted behind her mistress.  She was glad that they did not have to go far.  Caroline led her into a dressing room just short of the main room in the slave quarters.  A pair of naked slave girls waited on their knees, their hands bound behind their backs.  Laura noted immediately that they knelt in a typical slave girl position with their knees spread.  They were slave girls.  They were offering their bodies to whoever wanted them. 

She resolved that she would never do that, forgetting for the moment that she now wore the collar of a slave girl.

“This is where you get dressed.  I have two little slave girls here to help.”

Caroline removed the handcuffs but ordered Laura to move to the center of the room as she worked.  The beautiful woman moved into the center of the room with her arms above her head.  Once she was certain Laura was following her orders, Caroline moved to a windlass on a wall.  She pulled a pin that released the drum.  Turning the crank, she caused a chain to drop from the ceiling.  The chain ended in a ring.  Attached to it was a pair of short chains that were in turned attached to the ends of a wood rod about a meter and a half long.  Dangling down three centimeters from the ends were two short chains that connected the bar to a pair of leather cuffs.  She buckled one cuff about each wrist so that in less than a minute she had the beautiful woman helpless again.

“Now spread those legs apart like you did before.”

Laura moved her feet apart a few centimeters at a time, staring down at the floor as she did.  Caroline attached a leather cuff to each ankle.  The cuff was attached to a ring in the floor by a short chain.

Laura was now helplessly bound spreadeagle.  She could do nothing to protect herself.

In the other words, she was bound like every other slave girl in the house.

“This little bitch is a new slave girl.  She is not trained yet.  She still thinks she does not want to be a slave girl.”

The Amazon addressed this soliloquy to the kneeling slave girls.  Since they had accepted their fates, they saw themselves as being superior to this helpless woman before them.

Caroline pulled one to her feet so she could drag her over behind Laura.  She thrust her to her knees again.  Pointing to the brunette’s ass, she said, “When I give you the signal.”

Laura had no idea what was going on behind her.

The Amazon moved around in front of the naked captive.

“I think I need a statement of obsequiousness from you.”

The unspoken question in the brunette’s big brown eyes told her the wicked stepdaughter had no idea what she meant.

“A statement of submission,” she added for clarification.

She crossed the room to a small cabinet.  Since this was a dressing room and not a training/discipline room, there were few bondage items there (except the usual handcuffs, ballgags and leashes). She had to open three drawers in the cabinet before she found what she wanted.

As she strode back to the helpless captive, she could not help but notice the fear in her eyes.  That was something she could easily correct.

Not the fear in her eyes.

Noticing it.  She slipped a black leather blindfold over Laura’s eyes.

She then reached behind her head to get at the buckle.  She had placed ballgags in the mouths of willing and unwilling slave girls so often that she did not have to see to know what to do.  When she had the strap undone, she grabbed the strap near the ball.  Exerting a little pressure, she caused it to pop from the woman’s mouth.  She thrust it into her belt.  She would need it again.

“Now tell me you love me.”

Under the leather blindfold, Laura’s eyes grew big.  She wanted to cry.

“No-o-o!”

Caroline extended her left arm so the kneeling slave girl could see her hand.  A wave told her to start.

The kneeling captive pressed her face against Laura’s bottom and eager attacked her asshole with her tongue.

“Mmmmmffffftttt!”

Laura opened her mouth to protest, but Caroline silenced her by planting her mouth on the captive’s.  Both hands held her head so she could not move it away.

“Mmmmmffffftttt!”

She continued to kiss her luscious captive until she was certain she would not going to blurt out something best unsaid.

“What do you want to say?”

“I love you,” she sobbed.  Good, but not quite right.

“I love you who?”

“I love you, Mistress.”

As she said that, Laura thrashed about her in bondage.  She had never been excited like this before.

“Now stick your tongue out.  Now show me how much you love me.”

Caroline had fantasized about kissing Laura ever since she had met her.  The young captive responded with a long, passionate kiss that was much more than she had ever given a boy.

When Caroline grew tired of this fun (and not before), she pulled her mouth away.  At the same time, her left hand slid the blindfold off the captive’s head.  While Laura blinked a few times to get used to the light, she pulled the ballgag from her belt.  

“Pucker up.”  The beautiful captive saw the ballgag before her face and knew what was about to happen.  She pressed her lips together in a desirable pout.  “Now kiss the ball.”  Having no desire to make it easy on her captive, she held the ball down so Laura had to bend her head forward to reach it.  After she had planted a respectable kiss on the surface, she raised her head.  “Now stick your tongue out to make the ball wet.  Just use the tip of your tongue.”  That little game lasted only twenty or thirty seconds.  “Now kiss it again.  Now open you mouth wide.”

Caroline let her hands slid along the strap until she reached the point of one end, and the buckle on the other.  With almost as much ease as she had used to unbuckle the gag, she refastened it.

With Laura incapable of offering resistance, Caroline freed the two slave girls so they could dress the young woman.  There was nothing for Laura to do but stand there.  Perhaps the young woman could have dressed herself, but Caroline wanted to make certain that it was done correctly and she was not about to do it herself.  That was the role of a slave girl.  These two existed only to bring pleasure to others.

While they rubbed their wrists to get the circulation flowing, Caroline crossed to a wardrobe to get an outfit for the brunette.  The upper part of the outfit was a half bra that lifted her titties and pushed them together without covering the nipples.  The garment provided no support so the movement of the wearer’s body as she walked would cause the supple mounds to wobble back and forth.  As with all the slave garments, it was designed so someone could put on the wearer while she was bound.  It took the two slave girls only a minute to dress Laura with the upper garment.

The next garment was a white satin garter belt.  The edges of the front were lined with white lace ruffles.  It was all quite demure while being wildly erotic.  While one slave girl fastened the garter belt on the brunette’s hips, the second knelt with one of the sheer white stockings.  She freed Laura’s ankles from the leather cuffs so she could pull the stocking up her leg.  When she had pulled it up to the captive’s ankle, the other slave girl knelt beside her sister slave.  The two had the stockings up to Laura’s upper thighs about the same time.

Once they had them up, they dropped their hands back down to Laura’s ankles.  Holding their hands tightly against the woman’s lower shins.  They drew their hands upwards toward the knee.  When they reached it, they dropped their hands back to mid-calf to begin again.  This time they continued up to the upper thigh.  At the top them moved down to the knee again.  Once they were certain that there were no wrinkles in the stockings, they attached the tops of the stockings in front to the tabs at the end of the straps.  The two shifted to the sides to fasten the straps at her hips.  They shifted back and forth between the two sets of straps, adjusting them until they held the stockings taut.

The next item was a pair of white patent leather sandals.  These had the usual fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels.  They put them on the woman’s feet, one strap across the foot and another around the ankle so Laura could not kick them off.  Once all the straps were buckled, a woman would need both hands to remove the sandals, and as Laura could be assured that her hands would be bound in some manner, the shoes would remain on.

They adjusted the woman’s legs so they could reattach the leather cuffs.  This step was necessary because next they were about to free her hands.

They pulled the white satin, shoulder length gloves up her arms.  They used the same care in putting on the gloves that they had the stockings.  They were quite snug, but they needed to be.  It was not as though the beautiful slave girl was going to use her arms much.  They were there to make her look beautiful.  The tight material also took away her sense of touch while making it difficult to move her fingers.  She would find she had next to no dexterity with the gloves on.

Caroline already had a rope ready when they finished.

“Put your hands together behind your back, palm-to-palm.”

As soon as the beautiful brunette did that, Caroline began looping the rope about Laura’s wrists.  After half a dozen loops, she changed directions so the ends passed between the captive’s forearms and hands.  These loops cinched those first six loops.  After she made three cinching loops, she tied a solid knot.  The captive could not escape.

But Caroline was not done.  As she had tied the captive’s hands together, she had a second rope slung over her left shoulder.  She looped it around the woman’s upper arms at the elbow.  Laura was fit and her body flexible but not flexible enough for the Amazon to draw her elbows together.  No, without help, she could get her elbows only within a couple centimeters of each other.  She pulled on the ends of the rope, slowly drawing the brunette’s elbows together before tying a knot.  Caroline knew there was no way the captive could move her arms much to either side or away from her body.  There was no way she could not get free.

Caroline left Laura standing there helplessly while she rebound the two slave girls.  Once she had them cuffed, she led them from the room.  They would be needed in other places in the house.  She left them tethered to rings on the wall in the central room of the slave kennel.  When it was time to dress other slave girls or to strip a slave down, they would be available.  Perhaps the mistress of the house would need help in getting dressed or changing her clothes.  These two domestic slaves would be available to provide assistance.  Their tasks were minimal, but they were experts at them.

Caroline returned to the room where she left Laura.  In her absence the beautiful brunette had struggled with her bondage without being able to gain a bit of freedom.  Caroline stood before her with her hands on hips, smiling at the captive. Laura responded as any new slave girl would – she blushed. 

The brunette’s titties were so inviting, but Caroline knew she could avail herself of them yet.

She held up the end of a leash for the captive to see.

“The first thing you have to do is learn how to move around as a slave girl.  Now hold that little chin up so I can attach this leash to your collar.”

Laura wanted to keep her chin down but she knew she would only be punished if she did that.  She felt the leash attached to the ring on her collar.

Caroline squatted to remove the cuffs from Laura’s ankles.  Now that she could now move around, she was ready to begin her training.

“Now I want you to get down on your knees.”

Laura glared at her.  She tried to think of some way of resisting or disobeying the order but knew that nothing would work to her advantage.  She was certain Caroline was just looking for the reason to spank her.  She had seen the mistress in action before.

Carefully, she lowered her left ankle to the floor, then brought her right down to join it.  She looked up at Caroline to see if she was going to make some sarcastic remark.  Instead, she saw the whipmistress smile at her.  She did not realize that she was taking the next tentative steps toward becoming a slave girl.

“That was quite good.  Now I want you to come to your feet again.”

As she said that, Caroline gave the traditional order for a slave girl to rise – she simply tugged up on the leash.

Laura glared.  She had been in that position before. After having her kneel, the woman wanted her to get up again.  She wished the woman would make up her mind.  She raised her right knee in the air and slowly pushed up.  This time she did not fall over as she had before.

“That was good.”

She tugged down on the leash, signaling her captive to kneel again.

Laura realized this was part of her training.  The woman was teaching her how to behave as a slave girl.  Up-and-down.  Up and down.  Slowly it dawned on her that if she acted as a good will slave girl, no one would realize who she was.

“You have been such a good little slave girl.  I think it is time for you to allow your adoring public to see you.  Come along.  Remember, if you resist, everyone will be looking at you.”

Laura knew that what Caroline said was true.  No one ever paid attention to the face of a slave girl.  Why should they?  The important part of a slave girl was her body.  She was dressed as a slave girl and everyone would be looking at her titties and her pubic hair.  No one would pay attention to her face.

It could be a trilling experience - to walk among all these people who knew you and not to be recognized.

When Caroline walked toward the door, she followed.  Well, she did not follow willingly, but neither did she exhibit the same degree of resistance as she had before.  She followed where she was led.  From the door they turned left to walk down a corridor.  The beautiful brunette’s eyes were downcast so she saw little of her surroundings.  She had never been in this part of the house before so she had no idea where she was.  She did not want to know where she was, and she was afraid she would run into someone who would recognize her.

She felt her whole body turning red as she realized there were men in the room where Caroline led her.  None gave her any more than a glance.  She was, after all, just another beautiful slave girl.  While she had some solace in the knowledge that no one recognized her, she worried that she would not be able to keep up the masquerade. She tottered forward on those high heels, trying to keep from falling over.  Trained slave girls moved with grace and ease.  If she tripped, everyone would look at her because of her clumsiness.  There was great risk that someone might recognize her if they looked closely.

It was too late to resist when she first realized Caroline intended to take her outside.  At the back to the house there was the slave girls’ entrance.  Slave girls were never allowed in the front door.  They had her own entrance in back, as was befitting their inferior status.  She continued to follow the woman through the door since that action was the one that was least likely to draw attention to her.

She still had her head bowed, staring at the ground before her.  She cast a rapid glance to her right and left.  In the alley behind the house there was no one.  She was glad to see that.  Perhaps she could be outside no one without anyone paying her any attention.

Caroline turned down the alley to the left, leading the naked captive behind her.  Laura continued to walk, her head bowed, her eyes staring at the feet of her mistress before her.  She could not wait until she would be back inside.  Unfortunately for her, that would not be for a while.

At the end of the alley, they turned left on the street.  Laura’s head continued to bob up and about as she glanced to her left and slightly behind her.  There were people here, perhaps people she would recognize.  There was no one about who would recognize her because she was dressed as a slave girl.

No one paid any attention to her.  She realized at that point what it was to be a slave girl, to be totally anonymous.  She stared at Caroline’s back as she tried to act as she imagined that the slave girl would.  She still had trouble moving about in those high heels as she could take only very small steps, but she thought that she would blend in as long as she kept moving. 

At the next corner they turned left.  Laura glanced to her left.  This was her house.  The mistress was leading her past it.  She wanted to enter the front door as she had thousands of times before, but she knew she was a slave girl.  If she tried to enter, she would be to the center of attention. 

At the end of the house, they turned left.  Down the street they went.  There were more people walking about here and several wagons rolled past in both directions.  Laura tried not to look to see if people were staring at her body.  She imagined they were, after all, she knew she was very sexy.  She wanted to know if people were looking at her and again, she did not.  She caught only a brief glimpse of people.  She was afraid to look too hard for fear she would draw attention to herself.

At the corner they turned left again to head toward the alley.  A few steps beyond and they were back at the entrance to the slave quarters.

Putting the beautiful brunette in a slave collar was only the first step in Caroline’s plan of revenge.  Physically, the beautiful brunette had disappeared, but Caroline knew that she had to remove all trace of her to insure that no one would suspect what was going on.  That would take time and planning. 

With the next step, she needed the use of a slave girl.  And what slave girl would be better than Laura herself?

The whipmistress left the brunette in the house where she would easily be found.  After standing tethered in the main room of the kennel for fifteen or twenty minutes, a guard led her into another dressing where another slave girl dressed her in a French Maid’s outfit.  The first item was a black lace half bra that lifted the large mounds without covering them.  A lacey black satin garter belt hung on her hips.  It held up the sheer black stockings.

With the meager undergarments on, it was time to put the minidress on.  The hem of the short flared satin skirt barely covered her crotch in front. In back it was much shorter so that her bottom would be visible whenever she moved.  Whenever she bent over it, her bottom would be totally visible to anyone standing behind her.  As it was, Caroline had another idea that would much worse for the brunette then being totally naked.

The top of the dress followed the line of the half bra so that her nipples were always visible to anyone standing before her.  The dress was quite tight through the stomach and chest so the slave girl had to lace it up the back to get it to fit correctly.

During the entire operation, Caroline stood outside the open door to watch, a smile plastered on his face, her arms folded across her chest as she watched the young woman being dressed for service. 

She doubted Laura had ever done any work in her life. 

She was about to do it for the first time today.

When the slave girl finished dressing the buxom brunette, Caroline attached the handcuffs to her wrists.  With a leash attached to her collar, she led her from the room.  She left her tethered to the same ring as before.

Laura had no idea what was going on. Since she was being treated as a slave girl, Caroline had no reason to tell her. 

Caroline had to leave the house to get what she wanted.  She returned fifteen minutes later.  The store was a few blocks away.  Caroline has seen the item while browsing in the store a few days earlier.

Caroline took Laura’s leash to take her back into the dressing room but found it was occupied.  She led her to a secondary one.  She had a room, but she did not have a slave girl to finish dressing her captive.

Oh well, she would do it herself.

            To dress a slave girl, they usually bound her spreadeagle.  All she had to do was place panties on her, so that position was not necessary.  She led her to a chain hanging down from the ceiling.  Attaching the end to a ring on the side of the collar, she led her toward the center of the room until the chain became taut.  She left the brunette alone as she crossed the room to take hold of another chain.  She pulled it over to the captive where she attached the end of that chain to a ring on the other side of Laura’s collar.

 “If you are wondering what everyone will say about your disappearance, we intend to tell every one you are visiting a friend in the country.  That should defuse any questions anyone has.”

Yes, Caroline had a backup plan should anything go wrong.

“We are going to go up to your room, and you are going to pack all of your belongings into trunks.  Everything.  You will not leave a trace of yourself in that room when you are done.  Everyone will think you left town.  No one will look for you.”

That brought a disappointed look to the brunette’s eyes.  The rubber ball filling her mouth largely obstructed her mouth but Caroline was sure she would stick out her lower lip if she had the chance.

The smile on Caroline’s face made up for it.

“I don’t suppose you enjoy going around without panties, do you?”

The captive shook her head.  Caroline’s grin grew broader.

“Do you think you would like to wear a pair of black satin panties?”

The brunette captive nodded.  Anything was better than going around with her bottom cheeks sticking out in back and her pubic hair inadequately covered.

Or at least she thought.

“I think there are few things more beautiful than a French Maid going about here work with her bare bottom flashing the world.  But since this is your first time as a French Maid, I will be generous to you.  I ran out and bought a pair of panties for you.”

Caroline pulled the panties from the bag.  They were all bunched together in her hand so the captive could not get a good look at them.  Enough material protruded from her fist at the index finger and at the little finger for Laura to see she held black satin.  Keeping a tight grip on the item, she moved around behind the captive.  Laura tried to look over her right shoulder but her long dark hair was in the way so she could not see what her mistress did.

Caroline came up behind the captive.

“Raise your left foot in the air so I can get them over your foot”

Laura wanted the panties so desperately that so she was quick to obey.  She felt the material over her ankle and up to lower thigh.

“Now put that foot down and move the other in air.”

As soon as she had done that, Caroline slipped the item over that other foot and pulled.  She pulled the panties up under the short skirt.  Since she could not see, she had to use her hands to insure they were on correctly.

Slowly she moved around in front of the captive.

“Having those panties on makes you feel better, don’t they?”

The beautiful captive nodded.

“Oh I forgot.  I guess you should see what they looked like.”

Caroline circled around behind the captive to get the second pair out of the bag. She returned holding them off in front of Laura so she could see what they were like.  In front they were sheer nylon so Laura knew her pubic hair would be visible through them.  The brunette captive started to flush at the thought of that.  At least the hem in front covered that part of the panties.

Caroline the swung the panties about so the brunette could see that back.  The center had a hole about three centimeters in diameter.  About the edge were short and dainty, white lace ruffles.  On each side in white satin letters were the words:  “Fuck Me.”

The captive brunette’s eyes grew wide in horror.  She knew that that hole was positioned in the panties so it would be immediately over her asshole.  Every time she bent over her, she would flash an invitation for someone to take her in the ass.

“So you can see what will happen every time you bend over.  You do know the correct way for a French maid to work, don’t you?  You will bend over, keeping your knees straight so that everyone can see your nice lovely panties.”

She moved up beside captive, cupping her chin with her left hand so the lovely captive had no choice but her look her in the face.

“I am certain that these panties will encourage you to work very fast.”

Still smiling, she reattached the leash to Laura’s collar.  Keeping a tight grip on it with her right hand, she released the chains with her left.

“Time to go to work.”

Laura thought the whipmistress would take her up the front stairs since that was the shortest route to reach her room, but she had forgotten that there was stairs in the back of the house for the slave girls to use.  The steps were smaller, designed for a woman wearing incredibly high heels. She followed Caroline up the steps to the third floor where her room was.

Stacked in columns in the center of the room were six shipping crates.  Caroline removed the leash she had been using, but immediately replaced it with a much longer tether chain.  She dragged the other end to the ring on the bedpost where she locked it.  She moved around behind the slave girl to get at the strap holding the ballgag in her mouth.  She did not intend to remove the gag, as Laura had no use for her mouth in this job.  She did, however, need use of her hands.  To insure the luscious brunette could not remove the gag, she applied a small padlock to the buckle.

Laura could not call out for help.  The chain tether would keep her in the room (and away from the door).

Caroline removed the handcuffs.

“I am going to give you ten minutes to take everything out of all the closets and wardrobes and dressers.  I want them all stuffed into these crates.  When I come back to get you and you are not finished, I will take you downstairs in that outfit and tethered you outside the front door.”

Lauren knew what that meant.  There were always people coming to visit the Blaines.  There were always people moving up and down the street.  Men would see her in those panties with that proclamation across her bottom.  Someone would be sure to take advantage of her.

Caroline left, but kept the door open so Laura would not know if she might suddenly appear.  The brunette captive rushed to the closet to get the first dress.  She glanced at the clock on the wall to get an idea of just how long she had under the whipmistress returned.  She carefully placed the first dress in the crate.  Returning to the closet she got the second out and carefully repeated the packing process.  The third and fourth followed.  A glance at the clock pulled her she was running out of time.  She would not be finished when Carline returned if she worked at this pace.  She grabbed an armful of outfits and returned to the crate at a trot.  She finished with the closet with three minutes left.  There were two wardrobes in her room.  She emptied each of them with two trips each.  She was running out of time when she finished them.  She dragged a crate in front of the dresser and began throwing her clothes in.

She heard Caroline behind her as she dumped the last of the clothes in the final crate.

“Up against the bedpost while I inspect the job you did.”

Lauren knew what that meant.  She moved to the nearest bedpost.  When she felt it pressed against her back, she put her hands behind it.  The whipmistress moved to her left so she could slide the handcuffs on her wrists.

Caroline made her way from one storage device to another.  There were not clothes in anything.  Everything was gone.  Laura’s entire life was now contained in those six large crates.

“Well, I guess you did that job.  Now we have to see that these are taking care of.”

She produced shipping label along with a pen.

“Kneel,” she ordered as she removed the buxom brunette’s handcuffs.  Laura fell to her knees beside the nearest crate. 

“Take the pen and fill out the shipping label.  Address each one to “Eleanor Ipswitch, General Delivery,  Martindale.”

Laura the looked up with a puzzled look on her face.  Martinsville was a very large town but it was many kilometers away.  General Delivery meant that just about anyone could claim the items.  No one would come looking for them either.  She knew then that what Caroline had said was true.  She was about to disappear.  If she did not obey the orders of Caroline and Madison, they could arrange for her to disappear forever.

She filled out the shipping label said as ordered.  She attached one to the lid of each crate.  She placed a lid on each crate and screwed in the eight screws that held the lid to the sides of the crate.

Laura followed the whipmistress downstairs, knowing that she no longer existed as a person.  She was now only a slave girl.