Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

 

Chapter 91

 

            By this time Melissa had become quite an accomplished ponygirl, bouncing around town in that awkward manner as she pulled a sulky.  Whatever fears she might have had about someone recognizing her, had disappeared.  Occasionally she saw people crossing ahead of her she recognized, but not one paid her any attention at all.  She was not even given the attention of a slave girl, as she was nothing more than a beast of burden.

            Yes, there was a hierarchy among slave girls.  At the top were those whose sole function was to use their bodies to please others.  They knew they were beautiful and sexy and enjoyed the attention masters and mistresses gave them.

            Next in the hierarchy below them were the working slave girls.  These included the French Maids, the shop girls and others who did the labors no free person wanted to do.  They usually were dressed in provocative attire to make them look alluring.  They knew they could use their bodies to please others if they performed their menial tasks well.

            The bottom ranking was that of the newly collared slave girls.  They were in training that usually meant being bound so tightly that they do nothing to bring pleasure to others.

            Between the working slave girls and the trainees were the ponygirls.  They were bound similar to the newly collared slave girls, though they were more mobile.  They performed menial tasks as did the working slave girls, but did so without the opportunity to please others.

            Yep, being a ponygirl was low on hierarchy.  That was why it was such a delicious punishment technique.  That French Maid is not cleaning well, or she does not provide her pussy with enough enthusiasm?  Turn her into a ponygirl.  Let her wander about town as a beast of burden for a while.  When you put her back into that little black satin minidress, she will be so thankful, she will be the best little slave girl around.

            Of course, many ponygirls were former free women who had fallen into the clutches of a rival.  If that blonde flirted too much with your boyfriend, you simply turn her into a ponygirl where her looks or the size of her bosom mean nothing.  You could take the long rides in the country at her expense.

            Hey.  She deserved this fate, didn’t she?

            Back to Melissa.

            The manner in which she had been taught to trot as a ponygirl was awkward, yes, but it was a delight to watch.  Every time she hopped from one foot to another her large tits swung from one side to another (as did her ponytails, the one at the back of her head and the one protruding from her asshole).

            Who would ever think she was not a legitimate slave girl?

            After a week, Melissa found herself teamed up with a second ponygirl.  A short time later two more were added.  The actual ponygirls changed day-to-day though she was unaware of it.  She sensed bodies about her, but their attire and her bondage kept her from recognizing them.

            Melissa was beautiful.  Melissa was sexy.  When she was a free woman, she was rich.

            As had been shown, she was not the sharpest tool in the shed.

            From a beautiful, sexy free woman, she had been turned into a more beautiful, sexier slave girl.

            The variety of other slave girls gradually diminished.  It took Erin some time, but eventually she came up with four slave girls that fit her purpose.  Melissa could be mistaken for anyone of them. The other four ponygirls, superficially at least, looked similar to her.  Each had the same shade of blonde hair as Melissa, and each had titties about the size of hers.

            Once she had acquired four, five counting Melissa, the beautiful brunette mistress had to train them to act as a team of ponygirls.  It took time, but eventually, they moved together in unison.  Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.

            Tits and ponytails swinging in rhythm become a common sight around town.

            Sometimes the trainers would insert Melissa in the four.  Her place was always in the second row so she was she was partially hidden from sight by those ponygirls before here.  The blonde had become nothing more than just another pony girl trotting around town.

            Finally Erin came to see for herself how Melissa’s training progressed.  She sent word ahead they she wanted the blonde included in the team of four.  She wanted to take her out for a test drive.

            When the beautiful brunette arrived, they had the team of four ponygirls already hitched to the sulky.  She recognized the general shade of hair and knew this was her team.

            Identifying Melissa as one of the four was more of a challenge.  After all, all naked slave girls looked pretty much the same.  Wearing a collar gave a woman a degree of anonymity.  All people saw was the body of a slave girl.  No one ever recognized a slave girl’s face.  Pony girls were the same.

            Erin made her way around the left to right, then back to the left before deciding that the pony girl on the left was her former friend.

            “I hope they are treating you well, Melissa.  I’ve got big plans for you.”  She fondled the blonde’s big titties with both hands, making the naked captive squirm in pleasure.  As a ponygirl, they had deprived her of sexual stimulation of a slave girl.  She was, after all, only a beast of burden to them.  “I have big plans for you, plans that are almost as big as these.”

            She giggled as she walked toward the office.

            “Do you have my order?”

            “Sure, it will take a few days…”

            “I want it by Friday.  Can’t you people follow simple instructions?”

            Erin was a bitch.  If anyone ever deserved a collar…

            “This is a special order…”

            “I don’t give a slave girl’s ass about this being a special order.  Just get it ready by Friday.”

            Yes, Erin was a very difficult customer.

            With that she stomped her foot.  Spinning about, she stormed from the office toward her coach and four.

            Friday was the day she planned to make Melissa’s enslavement official.  That was what she had been working at, turning her into a pony girl.  Melissa, as a ponygirl, was a key part of her plan to make the young blonde officially a slave girl.

             It was only the beginning of the week, but still she wanted to play with her new toy.

            “Giddy up!”

            With Melissa in the second row on the right, Erin had no trouble using a whip on her fanny.  The pace of the other three governed just how fast Melissa could go, but still she tried to go faster to avoid more blows on her bottom.  It did not matter what she did.  Erin wanted to inflict pain on the beautiful blonde.  She was a mistress; she could do whatever she wanted.

            Erin directed them across town, using only the reins to guide them.  One leather strip ran to each side of each ponygirl’s bit.  She held one side of all four in her right hand, the other side in her left.  When she wanted them to turn to the right, she pulled on that side of the reins and the bits pulled their heads in that direction.  When she wanted them to turn to the left, she pulled on the other side of the reins and the bits pulled their heads in that direction.

            When they reached the far side of the town, she turned them about.  They used side streets so they would not have to stop as they moved from one side of the town to the other.  Skirting the town square, she moved toward the gates to the city without coming so close as to be able to see them.  This was a test run for Friday.

            When they arrived at the stable where they had started, she heard all four ponygirls panting for breath.

            “I think you need a better conditioning program.  They seem to be out of breath.”

            On Wednesday, the special cuirasses arrived.  Erin was notified but did not come.

            Melissa was not informed what was going on.  After all, she was merely a slave girl. 

            The training regime had increased to make the blonde ponygirls able to take the type of punishment Erin dished out to them.  Not that there was anything wrong with their firm, young bodies.  The owners of the stable did it as a matter of professional pride.  They did not want word to get out that any of their customers was dissatisfied with their work.

They removed the blonde ponygirls one at a time from the training program.  When Melissa’s turn came, they pulled her into a small office to the side of the main area in the stable.  They released her hands so they could fasten them overhead to chains dangling down from the ceiling.

            Not that the beautiful blonde captive would have resisted anyway, but it always was good to keep the slave girl helpless at all times.  The relentless training of the slave girl had taught her that disobedience resulted in punishment.  Still, keeping a slave girl bound allowed her to maintain her perspective of just how helpless she was.

            The cuirass was somewhat elaborate.  The first part slipped around her chest just below the titties.  Two straps held it in place behind her back by a pair of large buckles.  A broad strap rose between those supple mounds toward her throat.  Just above the tits, it split into two sections that passed over her shoulder on either side of her neck.  These attached to the straps in back. 

            The purpose of the cuirass was to outline the titties, surrounding them with black leather that emphasized them.

            The bottom half of the cuirass was a modified corset.  One mistress dressing her grabbed the beautiful blonde by the hips to turn her around.  She then laced that part up the back.  When she finished, she crossed the room to get a small steel rod.  Inserting it in the laces allowed her to pull the cuirass tighter about the slave girl’s waist.  Melissa already had a slender waist.  The black leather device made it even smaller.  With her waist smaller, her tits and hips appeared larger.

            Sure, it was uncomfortable to wear this item, but since Melissa was only a slave girl, no one really cared.  The device made her appear much more sensual, and as anyone knows, that is more important than comfort.

            The blonde took her place outside with the others.  They secured her to a hitching post, locking the reins to a ring.  Where could she go dressed as a ponygirl that people could not immediately return her to her legal owner?  (That is, ignoring the fact that the buxom blonde was not legally a slave in town.)  Still, the idea was to remind the ponygirl that she was nothing more than a slave girl.  Her fate had been decided.  The only question remaining was what did her mistress intend to do to her next.

            Melissa could do nothing but stare at the ends of her reins tied to the hitching post. She could not look away without moving her body.  Such an action she was sure would cause her to be punished.

            She did not have long to wait before they hitched her to a sulky.  She stood hitched, second in line on the right.  The other three ponygirls were blondes with big boobs too so Melissa did not draw special attention when someone took the sulky out for a ride.  Back and forth across the town they traveled, the four ponygirls learning to move in unison.  Soon Melissa disappeared into that anonymity that was a slave girl.  Not only did every think of that luscious blonde body as nothing more than a slave girl, she came to think of herself as one.

            Erin was an extremely successful businesswoman.  Turning beautiful women in slave girls was merely a hobby.  To help her maintain her business affairs, she had three assistants, June Jackson, Betsy Beason and Nina Watkins.  Not surprisingly, all were beautiful and sexy.  Even less surprisingly, she had a regular turnover in assistants.  On occasion, the previous assistants all failed to show up for work and she had to replace them.

            Erin liked to play “games” and her three assistants knew that.  That was one of the perquisites for being hired.  All were reluctant at first, but with a little encouraging, they threw caution to the wind.  Erin found those who were interested being bound, and developed that interest.

            “All right, ladies, I have three envelopes here.  There are three different tasks to do today.  Who will be the lucky winner?”

            Each selected an envelope.  There was a pause, as each young woman wanted the others to open her envelop first.  The winner, or the loser, turned out to be June.  While the other two busied themselves around the office, June reluctantly entered Erin’s private office to get dressed.

            “I think the pea green today.”

            June was of average height with auburn hair.  Erin, it seemed, always picked the green outfit when it was June’s turn to be “lucky.”  She said not a word, but immediately went to the closet to get dressed.

            She emerged a few minutes later wearing the green slave girl’s outfit Erin had prescribed for her.  The one-piece halter dress barely covered her bottom.  The only other garment she wore was black satin panties.  June was the newest employee of the three.   (Erin knew to start the girls off slowly, gradually removing items of clothing until they thought anything more than a garter belt and stockings to be unnecessary.)

            This was June’s third experience as the “victim.”  Sure, she had planned the game before, but she had not realized that the deck was stacked in her favor before.  The other two always lost when they drew previously.  They let the beautiful brunette see how easily they endured the bondage and punishment.  Now it was her turn.  Erin had first arranged for her to be bound, and then slightly humiliated.  No it was time to take the next step toward turning June into a slave girl.

            “Curtsey for me.”

            June pulled the edges of the short skirt up a centimeter or two before bending her knees to execute a clumsy curtsey.

            “That wasn’t bad, at least not for the first time.  Now I want you to let your hair down.”

            The young woman pulled the pins from her hair. A free woman wore her hair pinned up as a sign that she was a free woman.  A slave girl had no choice in the matter.  She wore her hair down as a sign to everything what her status was.

            “Now put this on.  Make certain you buckle it under your hair.”

            June’s blue eyes grew a little larger as she stared at the ballgag her boss had tossed to her.  The rubber ball was bright red.  The extra wide leather strap was black and shiny.  She stared at it for a few seconds before responding.  She opened her mouth partway as she wondered how she was going to get something that large between her teeth.  She had never worn a gag before.

            “Stop!”

            June looked at her without moving her head as she wondered what new torment her boss had in store for her.

            “First kiss it. Then tell me how you love ballgags.  And sound like you mean it.  Then you open your mouth as wide as you can to get it past your teeth.  Push it with your fingertips.  You’ll know it when it is in all the way.  Pull the ends of the strap together behind you head.  Then you buckle the ends of the strap together.  When you are done, then you can let down your hair.  And stare into my eyes the whole time you do this.”

            The beautiful woman felt her cheeks begin to turn red as she raised the rubber ball to her lips to give it a kiss.  She stared at her boss, expecting her to make some comment.  Erin, however, remained silent.

            She held the ball up so she could see it better.  Her gaze moved from the ball to Erin as she moved the sphere closer to her mouth, lowering her head at the same time.  She hoped the kiss would have enough passion to satisfy her boss.

            “I just love ballgags.”

            The next step was to kiss the rubber ball.  June knew it would not satisfy Erin if she gave the gag a comic kiss.  The woman wanted her to give the ball a romantic kiss.  The beautiful brunette decided that was what she was going to do.  Closing her eyes, she moved the ball slowly toward her mouth as she puckered her lips.  The surface of the ball made light contact.

            The kiss was slow and romantic, just as Erin wanted.

            True, it was just a ballgag, but by making June profess love to it, she was degrading herself just a little.  Each step was just another nudge toward servitude.

            When June opened her eyes, Erin nodded.

            Now it came time to insert the rubber ball in her mouth.  She held the ball with her fingertips as she pushed it toward her mouth.  Her lips parted wide, her jaws spread to accept the gag.  The rubber ball moved in easily.  With it resting behind her teeth, she now worried about the broad, black leather strap that dug into the corners of her mouth where it emerged from the edges of the ball.  Her fingers slid across the curved surface of the ball to the strap.  Once they made contact, she took hold of it, her thumb on the bottom edge and three fingers on top.  Slowly she slid her hand along the strap as she drew the ends behind her head. She fumbled with the ends as she tried to push the working end through the buckle on the other end.

            As practice, June had worn a ballgag in the office as they played their games.  The difference was that she was not bound and wore her street clothes.  She had worn a gag before, but she did not have much experience buckling the ends together behind her head where she could not see what she was doing.

            When Erin stepped forward, June rotated about.  She released her grip on the strap when she felt the woman take it.

            “Tell me the gag is too tight.”

            “Mmmmffffhhhhmmmmtttttt.”

            “Let me tighten it one more notch.”

            The beautiful woman felt the pressed of the leather strap on her cheeks and the nape of her neck.  The circle of leather about her head was small.  As a result, the strap pulled the rubber ball deeper into her mouth.

            “Now tell me you enjoy it being this tight.”

            “Mmmmffffffmmmmm.”

            Erin permitted herself a little smile.  The gag was so tight that her captive could make no sound that could be heard outside the room.  She knew that and so did June.  The beautiful young woman was now largely at her mercy.

            “Time for the jewelry.”

            The beautiful brunette mistress held up the handcuffs.  June hesitated in taking them from her boss.

            “I know how much you enjoy these on other women.  I’ve seen that look on your face when you tighten them to make them helpless.  Now it’s your turn to wear them.”

            June was the newest of her assistants so her progress into submission lagged behind the others.  First, she lorded over them as though she was a mistress herself.  That was the natural reaction.  A woman dressed as a slave girl, with bonds and a gag, should be treated as a slave girl. 

June’s descent into bondage had been gradual.  The ballgag was first.  The next step was to have the young woman remove her clothing.  That came only when she did not hesitate when it came to a gag.  Once she was down to panties and a bra, Erin began reconstructing her, as she wanted her.  The sandals with the 15-centimeters heels were next, followed within a few days with the lingerie of a slave girl.  That was not the last item she took away, item by item, until the beautiful woman felt accustomed to working in the office wearing nothing more than the high heels, stockings, garter belt and ballgag.

            June snapped the steel cuff about her left wrist.  She then put both hands behind her back to lock her hands in position.  The other two had been helping her practice.  She put the cuffs on herself.  They removed them so she could try again.  This time they were not around to free her.

            She was helpless.

            “Now, curtsey, before going over to that corner and standing in it until I need you.”

            Erin paid her assistants well.  That rationalization worked for June.  Her boss was paying her good money merely to stand there in the corner.  Sure, she was dressed in a rather humiliating outfit, and she was bound and gagged.  But she really didn’t have to do anything she had friends who worked their butts off and had nothing to show for it.  Of course, none was as attractive as she was.  She knew June paid her extra because she was beautiful and because she could use a slave girl’s outfit to the best advantage.

            Erin had been playing this game with her assistants for years.  She knew to give a new girl an hour to get acclimated to her bondage before moving on to the next step.  From her desk she could keep an eye on the beautiful captive.  June did what they all did the first time – she played with her bondage, not really believing she was helpless.  She twisted her hands back and forth but could not get free.  The cuffs were steel so they would not break, and the band of metal about her wrists was too small to pass a hand through.  She was helpless, just as June had plan.

            That next step consisted of the captive serving as office messenger.  No, she did not have to go into public, she merely had to move another the office, delivering mail and messages.  When she delivered or took something, she had to curtsey.  Sure, it was embarrassing, but she had seen the others doing it.  The day before Betsy had made a dozen trips to her desk, executing a cute little curtsey each time.  It could not be that bad if the others did it.  She could suffer through the humiliation.

            Strangely, no one said anything to her.  True it was only Betsy and Nina, but they ignored her.  She had certainly smiled, giggled and ogled them when they brought her a message from their boss.  Maybe she was just immature.

            It was lunch and time for the next step in her training.  While delivering items, June had her arms free.  At lunch her boss locked them behind her back.  She deposited the key on her desk where she could find it easily.

            “Kneel in front of my chair.”

            Anticipation often was the worse part.  The beautiful captive knelt, watching as he boss removed her slacks and panties. 

            “Crawl forward and put your head about here.”

            When the beautiful brunette had her head midway between Erin’s knees and crotch, the mistress brought her thighs together, pinning the young woman’s head in place.

            Immediately in front of June, just ten or fifteen centimeters away, was her boss’s pubic hair.  Just below it, she could see the woman’s pussy.  She had not been privy to what took place during lunch.

            “Would you like to have multiple orgasms and not be able to stop it?”

            That took a few seconds to register.  What she was saying was that Erin was going to make her come while she was still bound and helpless.  That was an intriguing idea.

            Her nod was barely noticeable.

            “You are going to have to work for it.  Crawl forward and make me come with your nose.”

            Erin moved her legs apart and shifted her position on the chair so she had her left leg draped over that arm.

            June slowly moved forward.  She was not anxious to arrive at the destination, no knowing what she had to do.  It took her a minute, but she arrived.  Her nose moved up and down the labia.

            “Oh, that feels good.  Do it a little more and it will be time for your pleasure.”

            If the brunette thought someone was going to lick her pussy, she was mistaken.

            “Would you like to feel this kind of thrill?”

            June nodded.  What girl wouldn’t?

            “Get up and drape yourself across my lap.”

            Erin used this position to get at the brunette’s pussy.  Bound as she was and in this awkward position, June could not nothing to resist as her boss slipped her hand between her legs.  Two fingers found her pussy and began a most sensual probe.

            “Mmmmmmmmmm.”

            June’s body jerked spasmodically as she had her first orgasm. Erin had this part of her plan well thought out.  One orgasm would get a woman interested.  Two would make her want more.  Three or more would likely tire her out and June being tired was one thing she did not want.

            “Do you want more?”

            The beautiful, auburn-haired beauty nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm.  Erin knew how to pick assistants.

            She pushed the captive off her lap, being careful not to hurt her.  She wanted June to associate bondage only with pleasure, no with paid.  The beautiful woman knelt with her head about even with the brunette’s knees.

            “Turn around.  Let me get at your handcuffs.”

            The brunette crawled around on the floor to present her back to her boss.  Erin leaned forward to grab her by one shoulder and pull back.  June realized she had to crawl backwards in order for Erin to get at her handcuffs.  Of course, someone as important as the beautiful brunette could not raise her butt off the chair to get at her manacled hands.  She had to crawl backwards to be within reach.

            When the woman finished with the cuffs, she reached under the beautiful captive long, light brown hair to get at the strap holding the ballgag in her mouth.

            “Now turn around again so you face me.”

            June crawled in a little half-circle so she faced Erin again.  When woman leaned forward this time to grab the strap where it emerged from the ball on each side.  Twisting the top of the strap forward caused the ball to roll, she pulled I from her mouth.

            “Crawl close to me.”

            June could not take her eyes off Erin’s pussy.  Without the gag as an impediment, there was nothing to stop her from using her mouth on the woman’s pussy if Erin wanted her to.

            Of course, she wanted her to.  That was the whole purpose of this, but her plan was much more insidious than that.

            “Lick my pussy until I come.”

            June put both hands on the floor as she leaned forward.  Her tongue found the woman’s clit.  Already aroused by the woman’s nose in her pussy, it did not take her long to come.

            “That was good.  Now as a reward, make yourself come.”

            June looked up at her with a puzzled look on her face.

            “Put your hands down between your legs and play with yourself until you come.”

            The captive pulled up the short skirt to get at the top of the panties.

            “No, take the panties off but leave the skirt on. You don’t have to see what you are doing.  You should be able to do it by feel.”

            Erin was correct about this.  June certainly did not have to see to know what to do as she played wit her pussy.  It took her longer to come than her tongue had taken Erin, but the pleasure came from the long journey before reaching a climax.

            “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

            “Wasn’t that enjoyable?”

            “Yes, it was.”

            “Now stand facing the door.  Lock you fingers together behind your head and wait.”

            Erin left the room in a hurry.  She returned a few seconds later with Betsy and Nina.  She had to give no instructions to the two.  They had seen this done before.  They had had it done to themselves when they were starting out.  Each stood facing the young woman with her hands folded across her chest.

            “Remove the skirt.  You can drop it on the floor.  Good.  Now show Betsy and Nina how much you enjoy coming.

            June’s eyes opened wide in horror as she realized her boss had just ordered her to masturbate in front of these two until she came.

            “Come on, June, show us what you have in you.”

            “Come on and show us what you got.”

            June discovered it did not matter what those two thought.  What mattered was that she was rapidly nearing another orgasm.  She used both hands to manipulate both labia at once.  Half a minute after starting, her breath began to come in short gasps.  In a minute, her chest was heaving as she clenched her teeth together.

            “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

            The orgasm was even better than the first one.

            “Okay you two, back to work, unless you would like to put on another show for them?”

            From the smirks on their faces, June knew they expected her to masturbate herself into another orgasm.  She had an audience, why pass up the opportunity.

The orgasm came a little faster than the first two.  She was hooked.

“You have been real good June.  I think you deserve a reward.  Don’t you girls think she deserves a reward?”

“Oh, yes.”

They knew what Erin intended to do.  Before moving forward, they waited while she pulled a pair of handcuffs from a desk drawer.  She held them up for June to see as she advanced toward her.  Without being told, the beautiful woman put her hands together behind her back.  Erin soon had her helpless.

            She nodded toward her two assistants as she backed away.  The two jumped forward, one hand moving toward the captive’s crotch, the other toward the upper arm on her side.  With a firm grip on her arm, June could not resist as they reached for her pussy.  The two stood facing outwards.  This enabled them to slide a leg between the young woman’s legs to keep her from pulling her legs together. 

They did not stop with one orgasm.  They continued playing with her as she came again and again.  There was little she could do to stop this assault, not that she wanted to.  The orgasms were so wonderful she did not want them to stop.

“You two, get back to work!”

Erin’s plan was so insidious.  She gradually manipulated the young woman into wanting another orgasm.  With a hands manacled behind her back, the option was not hers.  She would have to do what Erin wanted.

The beautiful brunette went back to the chair.  She motioned the captive toward her with a wave of her hand.   When June reached her, she started to kneel, but the woman grabbed her by the hips to spin her about.  Once the young captive faced away from her, she removed the handcuffs.  Hands on June’s hips spun her about so they faced.

“Now I want you to start licking me again.  As you do that, I want you to play with yourself.  This time you are not allowed to make a sound.  Instead of just opening your mouth and moaning, I want you to plant your mouth tightly on my pussy.  Stick your tongue as far in as you can.  I want you to use my pussy as a gag so you cannot make a sound.”

            June was hesitant at first to play with herself.  Playing with the others, she certainly had gotten use to eating pussy.  And she certainly played with herself a lot.  She had never combined the two together before.  She recognized what Erin was doing to her.  She would feel the tactile pleasure masturbating could bring.  She would learn to associate eating pussy with the pleasure of having an orgasm.

            She thought about it for a scant second or two before falling to her knees.  Her hands went between her legs as her lips pressed against her boss’s pussy.

            Every time her fingers ran past her pussy lips, she felt a good thrill.  She soon discovered the easiest way of organizing things was to lick up at the same time she ran her fingertips down her pussy.

            Her training was progressing admirably.

            Erin grinned when June suddenly lunged forward to plant her whole mouth on the woman’s pussy.  She placed both hands on the back of the woman’s head to hold it firmly in place.  The movement of June’s elbows told her that the little office assistant was flailing away at her own pussy with her fingers.  June came first.  The moan was almost too quiet to hear, but it was enough to make the brunette jealous.

            Erin grinned more broadly as June lapped away at her pussy in a frenzy.  The little captive did not realize it yet, but Erin was training her to be a pussy eater.  Given enough time, she could train June into wanting to eat pussy more than anything else.

            She did not have time though.  She had other plans.

            The half hour Erin had allotted for June’s introduction into pussy eating passed too quickly.

            “Stop.  Pull up your skirt so I can see your pussy.”

            The submissive woman’s pussy was wet from her multiple orgasms.

            “Pick up your panties.”

            She could tell by the look on the woman’s face that she would be happy to put them back on.  Things were about to get a lot worse for June.

            “Now stick them in your mouth.”

            The look of horror on her face expressed June’s outrage.

            “Let me rephrase that.  Put them in your mouth, now!”

            As she did that, Erin pulled a roll of duct tape from a drawer.  She quickly cut a piece to the desired length.

            She stood there with the tape dangling from her right hand as she waited for June to stuff them in her mouth.  She gestured with her left hand for the young woman to use her fingertips to stuff them the rest of the way in.

            “Bend over so I can get it on your mouth.”

            In seconds she had the panties secured in the captive’s mouth.

            “Put these back on.”

            She handed her the handcuffs.

            “Get on the other side of my desk facing the door.  Put your feet about the same distance apart, as your shoulders are wide.  Now bent over so I can admire that little pussy of yours.”

            By doing nothing more than simply looking up, Erin could see the woman’s pussy.  She still had to work.  When it came time to take a message to Nina, she ordered the captive around her desk.

            Perhaps June was so foolish as to think that her boss intended to free her so she could take the message into the other room.  Erin merely tucked in under the elastic waist of the panties.

            “Take it to Nina.”

            She rushed to the door, glad that her pussy was no longer on display.  The pattern was continuing though.  Things were about to get a lot worse for her.

            She moved around behind the woman’s desk and gestured with her hips.

            “You aren’t doing things right.  Go around in front of my desk and face me.  Now curtsey.  Now you wait until I tell you to come here.”

            Nina finished what she was working on.  This was the beautiful woman’s first time playing the servant.  She had to learn to do things correctly.  The beautiful brunette moved around in front of the desk where she executed a clumsy curtsey when she turned to face Nina.

            “Now come over here.”

            Just to play safe, June curtseyed again before moving, and then again when she reached Nina’s side.

            “You’re doing well.  There is no such thing as too much respect.”

            Lifting the front hem of the captive’s short dress, she saw the note tucked in the front of the garter belt. 

            When she felt it slid out, June started to step back. 

            “No.  You don’t move until you are dismissed.  And you have to get your tip.”

            Nina re-inserted her hand under the skirt to play with the captive’s pussy.  June’s eyes opened wide then closed.

            Nina stopped without allowing June to come.  She crafted her response, then stuck it back in the garter belt.

            “Now you can go.”

            June started to turn, then decided to curtsey.  She took the message into Erin’s office.  She had learned her lesson.  She stopped in front of the desk where she curtseyed.   She waited there until Erin was ready for her.

            “Come over here.”

            The process was repeated.  Her boss took the note and played with her.  She stopped long before the beautiful brunette was ready to come.

            “Go back and stand in the corner until I’m ready for you.”

            That was how the rest of the day passed.  With her hands securely locked behind her back, she could not play with her.  Others would play with her, but would not let her come.

            Their day did not end at quitting time.  There was still the evening to play.

            Erin removed the manacles.

            “Put your traveling clothes on.”

            June turned half a turn.  The gag still filled her mouth so she could not express the question on her lips.   

            “You’ve seen the others do it.  You now you can too.  Besides, you know no one will recognize you.  You can go out in public in bondage while half naked.  And no one will recognize you.”

            June frowned a bit.  Well, she frowned as much as she could with a rubber ball in her mouth. 

            Slowly she stripped off the meager clothing she had on.  She got a bag out that would contain all she needed to wear.

            She put on the garter belt first.  It was white satin with yellow satin ruffles.  She used it to hold up the stockings.  They largely were sheer, but they did have a yellow tint to them.  The high heels were yellow patent leather.  The gloves were yellow satin.

            Erin watched, the handcuffs dangling down.  As soon as the brunette was dressed (so to speak), she held out the handcuffs.  June turned with her hands together behind her back.  In seconds she was helpless again.

            Erin went to the closet to get the remainder of the brunette’s outfit.  The bottom was something of a sheer nylon bag.  She held it down so her captive could put her feet through the pair of holes in the bottom.  June raised one leg in the air, then set it down through the hole, wiggling her foot back and forth to fit the high heel through the opening.

            The other foot, the other opening.

            Erin stepped around in front of her to continue.  She bent slightly to grab the sheer garment with both hands.  She pulled it up to the brunette’s shoulders before adjusting her grip again.  Her left hand held it against the captive’s back while her right grabbed the drawstring.  She pulled slowly, gradually tightening the opening until it was snug about her neck.  She then tied it in a tight bow.

            The satin hood was next.  Erin quickly pulled it down over her captive’s head.  She knew that once a woman wore it, resistance was impossible.  How could see resist when she had no idea what was going on about her.

            The leash and collar followed.  This collar was not a slave collar, everyone knew that putting it on a free woman in town was illegal, but it served much the same function.  Unable to see, she needed guidance from the leash to get around.  The way the hood was made, no one could see that it was not a normal slave collar.  Anyone would see the leash disappearing into the sating material and assume, naturally, that the woman at the other end was a slave girl.

            Erin pulled gently on the leash.  June took one tentative step forward.  She was still new to the game Erin and the others played. 

            The woman attached the end of the leash to a ring on the wall.

            “I have June in her traveling clothes.  Why don’t the two of you join her?”

            The two had worn these outfits before.  They had their own colors.  Betsy’s color was a light green while Nina’s was pink.

            Erin waited to see if they would dress before going down to get her carriage ready.  The pony girls were kept in harness in case she wanted to go out for lunch or something.  Still, the carriage with them was in back.  She had to have someone sent back to the kennel to get it.

            Her two employees did not need her to help.  Each stripped down naked, carefully placing their clothing on their desks.  They would come back here to dress after they had partied at Erin’s secret apartment.

            They pulled the sheer nylon spheres up, using their legs to hold them up.  For gags they used simple ball gags.  They need no help placing the rubber balls in their own mouths and tightening the straps behind their necks.  Each woman put one cuff on a wrist, Nina’s left, Betsy’s right.  Next they donned the satin hoods.  Once again, they had no trouble pulling it tight and tying a bow.

            Next they pulled the sheer nylon sphere up and pulled it up, securing it in place by pulling on the ends of that drawstring through the nylon.

            All that remained was to finish cuffing their hands behind her back.

            Erin found them waiting before their desks.  She made a few adjustments to secure the nylon sphere in place so it would not fall down.

            She entered her office to get June.  In seconds she had all three on tether chains.

            She looked back at them and smiled.

            This was good practice.