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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 92
Erin ate lunch at Shepherd’s, a nearby hostelry where all the Bright Young People came for drinks after work. She had soup and a salad in the dining room before going to the bar for a whiskey and soda. After a drink or two, she returned to the office. As a result, she did not see Andrea busy at work.
Yes, our Andrea. Yes, the blonde bombshell. The slave girl with the mostest.
But I digress (again).
So how did Andrea come to be at this particular hotel?
Poor Mortimer T. Munchkin! He used her lovely ass(et) as collateral one time too many and lost her to an inside straight. The winner, a traveling salesman, used her to pay his hotel bill after staying an extra day in town.
So while Erin was having a drink at the bar, our favorite blonde slave girl was busy cleaning up a room from the previous occupant. Andrea worked diligently as she knew she would be rewarded if she did a good job.
Her attire was that which you would expect from a French Maid (except she did not wear panties). She tidied the room up before retrieving a feather duster from a cabinet behind the door. Using it, she made the room presentable for the next occupant.
Once she was done, Andrea replaced the duster, but immediately drew out a chain leash, a black satin blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. One half the cuffs immediately went on her left wrist. As she moved toward the door, she attached one end of the leash to the upper ring on her collar. There was no lock, but there was no need for one as she would not be able to reach it once she had the handcuffs in place.
She opened the door a few centimeters. That would tell the mistress that she was finished cleaning the room. It also made her feel very vulnerable. An open door did not provide even the illusionary protection a closed door did.
The tether ring for the leash was a couple meters from the door. Once she had herself tethered, she would be unable to reach the door to close it. She did not want to close it though. She needed some sleep badly, but had high hopes that she would be chosen to serve again that night.
The work was not difficult, though very demeaning.
The rewards, however, were substantial.
After tethering herself to the ring on the wall, she slipped the blindfold over her eyes. The elastic band caused the black satin item to fit snugly to the contours of her face so there was no chance she could see anything.
She did not have to see to be able to cuff her hands behind her back. With the ring a couple meters above the floor, she could not reach it with her cuffed hands. She would remain there tethered to the ring on the wall until someone came for her.
That was not too long. She heard the door swing open, followed by the footsteps of someone entering the room. She felt the movement of the chain as someone unhooked it from the ring on the wall. The jerk on the leash told her to follow.
There had to be some form of quality evaluation about cleaning the room.
“Position.”
With the blindfold still on, she spread her legs apart and bent over. The person holding the leash had led her to an appropriate place in the room where there was room to administer punishment (if it was warranted). The beautiful blonde would remain in this position until ordered out of it.
A clerk inspected the room she had just cleaned with a critical eye. No infraction was too petty to go unreported. A serious infraction would result in a swat or two. When the entire floor had been inspected, the report was sent down to the kennel. For each infraction in her work, a slave girl would receive a swat on the ass with a paddle in public.
Andrea had no idea when it would come, or how many she would receive. She always received at least one, but never many more than that.
Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
The suddenness of the blow caused her to straighten partway up. She immediately settled back into the punishment position to receive her next swat, if one was merited.
The clerk bent over to get the end of the leash. A jerk upward caused the beautiful blonde to straighten up. He led her to the slave girl elevator at the end of the hall. He set the device in motion that would take the young beauty down to the lower level where the slave kennel was. He then moved on the check other rooms.
When Andrea arrived, a guard took her to the punishment room where the other slave girls waited. She stood in a line of French Maids, all blindfolded and awaiting further punishment. A jerk down caused her to bend over, presenting her ass for further punishment.
Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
The sudden pain in her bottom caused the delicious blonde to straighten up. She immediately returned to the punishment position.
The whipmistress continued down the line, delivering one blow to each slave girl. Each had to receive one or she might become too complacent about the quality of her work. There was nothing in her employment contract that required her to swat every butt every day. She did it because she wanted to. That was why she became a mistress. An offered fanny was a fanny just begging to be spanked. That was why she became a whipmistress in the first place. She just enjoyed spanking the bottoms of beautiful women.
Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Andrea had done a good job. Some of the slave girls got five or six swats daily. Andrea had never had more than three, even though she had one of the most delectable bottoms in that slave kennel.
When the punishment session was over, that is to say that the next batch of French Maids, waited in a coffle in the hall for their time to be punished, Andrea was taken to a cage in back where they bound her quite securely in a hogtie position. A pillow supported her head. She knew better than to even try to struggle, but it did not matter. In a matter of seconds she was sound asleep.
While the luscious blonde dreamed of endless pussies and giant cocks, Erin finished her drink. Patting the bottom of a serving wench on the way out, she left Shepherd’s without knowing such a delectable slave girl was only a few meters away.
They allowed Andrea her six hours of sleep. When time was up, she was awakened, dressed as a French Maid again, and put on exhibition.
Everyone checking into Shepherd’s had their choice of maids to service them. The more beautiful and sexy the maids, the happier the clientele were. Therefore they put a lot of stock into choosing who wore the uniform of a French Maid at this establishment. They were always on the lookout for slave girls who more beautiful and sexy than the average.
Andrea knew what was expected of her so she took the steps necessary to help them. Standing before her was a wooden box. She raised her chin in the air so they would have no trouble fitting a posture collar about that beautiful neck. The slave girls preparing her under the close supervision of a whipmistress pulled her long hair free so it flowed over her shoulders.
“Up.” The whipmistress said.
The blonde slave girl responded by stepping on the box. Another slave girl removed her cuffs.
“Hands out.”
She held her arms out from her body so they could fasten leather cuffs about her wrists. These were at the end of long chains that ran to pulleys in the ceiling. When each cuff was tightly strapped to a wrist, the slave girl stepped back. This was a signal for a third slave girl to begin turning the windlass, shortening the chains and gradually drawing the blonde slave girl’s arms into the air.
The blonde’s body stretched out as the chains pulled her weight up. Finally the stiletto heels rose a millimeter from the surface of the box. As they rose another millimeter and another after that, her weight shifted forward to the toes of the high heels.
Then she was suspended in the air.
The two slave girls returned to their charge to fasten another set of leather cuffs about her ankles. As with the others, these had chains attached, but their chains were not meant to be shortened. Instead, they ran to rings in the floor.
The slave girl had continued shortening the chains, drawing Andrea’s body further into the air. Once the lower chains were in place, the upward movement of her body caused her legs to spread apart.
The slave girl stopped only when the whipmistress signaled her to. She had the blonde’s body tautly spreadeagled.
The whipmistress slowly moved around Andrea to inspect her body. When she stood before the helpless captive, her fondled her pussy with her right hand. At her touch, Andrea became aroused. The whipmistress was an expert at tormenting slave girls so she knew just how much to play with the blonde without allowing her to come. She then continued on until she had completed a full circuit. She signaled the slave girls that their job there was done.
And what was Andrea doing there? She was on display for the use of the hotel’s patrons. What better selling point was there than the ability to chose your own French Maid?
It was a little early in the day for people to be checking into the hotel so there was no one there to inspect Andrea (or the other 23 slave girls). There was nothing for any of them to do than stare at the wall before them.
Eventually people arrived. After checking in, a clerk would escort them to the display room. The first few people chose brunettes. After she had been hung out for almost an hour, a couple arrived in search of their own private French Maid to make their stay at the hotel memorable.
“Look at this blonde!”
“Isn’t she adorable!”
The man and woman slowly circled the helpless captive. With the posture collar on, Andrea could not get a good look at them. They appeared very hungry for her body. Just the thought of both of them using her caused her to become aroused, something that was noted.
“Look at those nipples stick out. I think she is simply too precious.”
“If her mouth and pussy are as good as those titties, she will be something else.”
The arrangements were quickly made. As they headed for the front desk to get the key to their room, a pair of slave girls, under the close supervision of a whipmistress, freed the beautiful captive.
Andrea immediately put her hands behind her back so a slave girl could attach handcuffs. It was not that they thought she might resist, or even more foolishly, try to escape; it was simply that Andrea was a slave girl and had to be treated as one. Unless there was a compelling reason otherwise, they would keep her bound and helpless.
As the slave girl fastened the handcuffs, the whipmistress attached one end of a chain leash to the upper ring on the front of the blonde’s collar. A tug was all it took to get Andrea to step down from the box and follow.
Their destination was the front desk. The couple had four bags. That would mean the blonde would have to make two trips to the elevator.
The whipmistress led Andrea to the bags. The blonde slave girl stopped when her mistress stopped. As the woman approached, she turned about so she could remove the handcuffs. As she whipmistress stuck them in her leather belt for further use, the blonde turned toward her again. The woman removed the chain leash.
As soon as that was done, the clerk handed the beautiful slave girl two light chains. Andrea bent to attach one to a ring on a bag near the handle. Leaning in the other direction, she did the same to a second bag. Then, straightening up, she attached the free ends to the upper ring on the front of her collar.
Though it was only symbolic, it showed everyone that Andrea was nothing more than a piece of property, just as the luggage was.
Before moving, she curtseyed to the couple, then to the whipmistress. As she hurried across the lobby to the freight elevator, a slave girl wearing only high heels and a sheer white apron opened the car door for her. Andrea stepped inside to place the bags on the floor of the car. She knelt before removing the chains from the bags and her collar. She then bounded to her feet, backed from the elevator car, and rushed back to where the remaining bags awaited her.
Once again, she attached the chains first to the bags, then to her collar. With a couple more curtseys, she raced to the elevator car.
The blonde slave girl deposited the second pair of bags on the outside of the first two. After she removed the chains from the bags and her collar, placing them neatly on the floor between her legs, she placed both hands behind her back. The slave girl immediately cuffed them there (at the same time presenting a stunning sight to everyone behind her as she bent over with legs spread).
Once she had the blonde French Maid, secured, the slave girl pulled the elevator door shut, throwing a bolt that caused it to lock automatically. This left the captive trapped within a little cage that dangling from an overhead pulley.
The slave girl pulled a couple of levers, releasing weights and counterweights. With a jolt, the car began to rise to the chosen floor. (That elevator car went only to the third floor. They certainly did not want to tax the mental capacity of any slave girl by making her have to think which lever to pull).
A slave girl awaited the car on the third floor. She did not move until the couple arrived in the elevator for free people. (Yes, there was a risk she would act too soon if it was the wrong people, but the hotel management was willing to take that chance. The mistake would be the slave girl’s. She would be punished for it.)
As it was, this was the correct couple. The slave girl unlocked the door to the elevator car. Stepping inside, she bent over to remove the handcuffs.
A slap on the ass told the blonde to move. Andrea reattached the chains between two bags and her collar. Staggering to her feet, she backed out of the elevator car. The couple was already unlocking the door to their room when she started down the hall. Trotting in sandals with fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels was not easy, but Andrea certainly had a lot of practice. She reached the door shortly after they entered.
She curtseyed to the two. She knelt before removing the chains between the luggage and her collar, and rose. She curtseyed against before trotting from the room. In less than a minute she was back with the remaining two bags. She curtseyed, knelt, removed the chains, rose, curtseyed and stepped toward a wardrobe. On the side there was a peg and a ring. Handcuffs and a chain leash dangled down from the peg. She put them on her right wrist and attached one end of the leash to the upper ring on her collar, emptying the peg so she could drape the chains over it. She attached the other end of the leash to the ring before completing the task of cuffing her hands behind her back.
Andrea understood that her job was that of service to the customer. If she did not perform it well, she would be punished. As it was, servicing the customers was a task she enjoyed.
“Shall we go shopping first? Or…?”
‘Shall we enjoy this little morsel?”
By this little morsel, of course, he meant Andrea.
“This little morsel,” they responded in unison, nodding their heads and chuckling.
The woman moved to the side of the bed to get undressed. A free woman always wore an abundant amount of inner and out garments. At least, that was the theory of slavers as they stripped their new captive down prior to allowing her to beg for a slave collar.
The man had less to do. As a result, he took care of Andrea, freeing the end of the leash from the ring, and then using the chain to lead her to the end of the bed.
Andrea felt her nipples becoming hard and pointed at the thought of serving these two. Only a woman who had completely accepted her status as a slave girl could do that.
He removed the leash from her collar, grabbing her by both shoulders to turn her toward the bed. She glanced down as she saw him squat. He ran a chain from the right bedpost toward her leg. Without being told, she moved her feet apart to make it easier for him to complete the task. A leather cuff about her ankles insured she could not move her right foot more than two or three centimeters to her left. She had already moved her left leg in that direction. After he shifted his body in that direction, it took only seconds to complete the task.
He crossed the room to the wardrobe to get a pair of cords. As he did that, Andrea cast a furtive look at his companion. She had removed enough clothing for the blonde captive to see how fine her body was. She began salivating through the ballgag.
He tied the end of t one cord to the bedpost on the right. Moving to the blonde’s left he repeated the process with the second cord. Before removing her handcuffs, she pulled her bound arms in the air, forcing her to bend over so her face was pressed against the bedcover. He then removed the handcuffs, tying an end of one cord to her right wrist and the end of the other to her left wrist. With her arms twisted, she could not rise from this position.
The net result was Andrea bent over with her legs spread. She could raise her head a little but it placed a great strain on her upper arms and shoulders to do so. They had bound her in this position, and she would remain in it until they chose to release her.
His wife undressed quickly. By the time her husband had finished binding the beautiful blonde in the desired position, she slid her abdomen under Andrea’s head. She unfastened the strap holding the gag in her mouth. Any thoughts the little slave girl might had had about what they wanted her to do disappeared as the woman pulled her head down so her face was in her pussy.
“Eat me!”
Andrea was oblivious to what the man did behind her until she suddenly felt his cock in her pussy. The action of him thrusting it in and out excited her to work faster with her tongue. The man enjoyed what he did to Andrea’s pussy. Andrea enjoyed being fucked and the free woman enjoyed what the blonde slave girl did with her tongue.
The woman had her first orgasm a few seconds before the slave girl. Andrea’s second came less than a minute later. The two raced neck and neck (pussy and pussy?) over who would come more often.
The contest ended only when the man announced, “We had to be going or we will be late.”
The two dressed, leaving Andrea bound in the degrading position. The woman rubbed the rubber ball in her pussy before shoving it back in the blonde’s mouth.
“A little memento to remember me by.”
The man dressed first, but left Andrea’s bondage to his wife. Women were so much more inventive when it came to making other women helpless.
She freed the blonde temporarily from her bondage.
“You! Over here!”
She pointed toward the right bedpost. The luscious blonde hurried to the desired place, trotting with her unbound arms straight down at her sides, her hands turned outward so she had the palms turned toward the floor. The woman grabbed her by the upper arm as soon as she was within reach. With no gentleness at all, she spun her about so she could push her back was against one bedpost.
“Put your hands behind the post.”
The slave girl knew what to expect. She had been bound as this several times before. What the free woman decided to do to her after she was bound was uncertain. The rubber ball gagging her kept her from expressing any opinion on what was about to happen to her.
The woman stared at the naked slave girl to pin her in position. The bottom drawer of a dresser held many coils of rope. (The other drawers held various kinds of gags, paddles and other instruments of bondage that the slave girl did not want to contemplate.)
The woman moved behind the slave girl, tossing the ropes on the bed. She began to hum a little melody as she undid one coil. Forming a loop in the middle of the rope, she proceeded to bind the captive’s wrists together. More than just make a few loops about them, she cinched them so the cords dug tightly into her flesh. She knew better than to give the slave girl any freedom at all.
A truly wise mistress (or master) would have put gloves on the slave girl first. Covering some parts of the body merely emphasized the nakedness of the other. When using ropes, the gloves helped protect the flesh of the captive. The woman did not care. The blonde slave girl existed solely for her pleasure. If her wrists were too sore for ropes the next day, the inn would simply punish her for having chaffed flesh. The slave girl existed only to please others.
A meter of rope dangled down from the knot on each end. She ignored them for the moment, turning her attention to another rope. Tying a double hitch to the slave girl’s left elbow, she tied both elbows together. Placing her left hand against the upper arms, she pulled with all her might, slowly pulling the elbows together. She still had a meter of rope on each end. She pushed them down between the captive’s upper arms and the bedpost. Then using her fingertips, she pushed the ends between the forearms. When she finally tied a knot, she had the captive completely helpless.
The woman then passed the ends of the cord around the bedpost to secure the slave girl’s arms tightly to it.
The woman knew enough about binding a woman to know that there was no such thing as “too many ropes on a slave girl.” The next rope encircled the slave girl’s chest below her large bosom, and the final her chest above them.
She opened another coil of rope, holding tightly to one end while she threw the other across the room. She slid from the bed to get down so she could reach the slave girl’s left ankle. She drew into the air and laid it on the bed so she could fasten one end of the rope to it.
The slave girl stood patiently on one foot. She now knew how her mistress intended to bind her. She had no idea what the woman intended to do to her once she had her bound.
The next step required her to pull the captive’s leg in the air behind her. Then, letting her hand slide down to the end of the cord, she slipped the working end under the upper rope about the captive’s chest. As she pulled on the end, she pulled the young woman’s leg back and to the right. When she let go after tying a couple of knots, the weight of the slave girl’s body pulled on the rope about her chest, pinning her securely to the bedpost.
The woman quickly did the same to the left leg, this time securing the end of the rope to the lower loops about the captive’s chest. Thus, the weight of her body helped secure her in place.
Now the slave girl had no idea what she had in mind for her. Her fears grew and multiplied when she saw her mistress approach with a satin blindfold. Whatever happened to her, she would not see it coming.
The blindfold had an elastic band so the woman had no trouble getting on the head of her captive. The blindfold was shaped to run along the line of the eyebrows and around both eye sockets. At the bridge of the nose it was only a centimeter high. The material was pink satin with a small lace ruffle around the outside. When the woman lowered her hands, the slave girl could see nothing.
The bondage left the beautiful blonde suspended from the bedpost. Andrea could do nothing to protect her body. The blindfold made it even worse as she could not see what was about to happen to her.
“Are you planning to go out dressed like that?”
The man asked the question of his companion who stood before the bound blonde with her hands on her hips.
“What?”
As she said that, she looked at him, then she looked down her herself. When she looked up again, she was giggling.
She was stark naked. Even Andrea wore more clothing than she.
“Maybe I will get dressed a little.”
Andrea failed to see the humor of the stake. Then again, she saw nothing because of the blindfold.
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