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Chapter 99
Madison made certain she invited Caroline every time her evil stepdaughter was being rewarded. The Amazon pretended disinterest as she stared at the scene through the two-way mirror. From the corner of her eye however, she saw the expression on her employer’s face, and knew she was hooked.
Madison watched intently as Laura was rewarded for being a good little slave girl. Every day she fantasized a little more about being in Laura’s place, with her stepdaughter’s face down in her crotch, her tongue busy at work.
Finally, she decided to do something about it.
She studied the various slave girls working about the house. Slave girls doing different functions in the house wore different outfits. They all had certain things in common. They were made of sensuous materials, rather skimpy and were easy to remove.
Madison decided which one she wanted to wear.
That created a problem though. She could not very well go down to the slave girl quarters and ask the guards for a slave girl’s outfit. That would raise questions she would rather not have to answer. She had to be much more subtle than that. She did not want anyone to know what she planned to do. Caroline would have to know – she could not think of a way of avoiding that. Still, none of the guards nor other employees had to know.
She went to one of the various stores that specialized in attire for slave girls. While it was true that almost every store had it’s own department for outfitting slave girls, she could only shop in the finest stores. She could not lower her standards. She intended to wear this outfit so it have to be the most exquisite and expensive made.
She pretended to buy a wide range of items that could be for any slave girl a mistress wanted to make sexier than she was by nature. She tried to appear nonchalant as she paid for the items. She imaged that the clerk knew what she was up to and blushed every time the woman looked at her.
Back at stately Blaine Manor, she hurried to her room, locking the door behind her to insure that she was not bothered. Confident that no one would know what she was up to, she dumped the items on her bed.
There were a few items of black leather, but most were pink or white, satin or silk. She slowly extended her left hand to grab one of the items. What she intended to do was somewhat repellent to her mind, but the thought of what it could lead to drove her forward.
The largest item (so to speak) was the miniskirt. Her fingertips felt the smoothness of the satin. She had felt satin before, but always before it had been on the body of slave girls either serving or pleasing her.
Now, if she had the nerve, she would be the one to wear it.
One by one she picked up each item, discarding it after mentally imagining herself wearing it.
She could stall for only so long. It was time for action.
First she returned to the door to insure it was locked. She did not want anyone blundering into her room while she tried those items on. Satisfied that no one would know what she did, she returned to the foot of the bed to begin undressed.
While a slave girl wore few times of clothing (since total nudity was their natural state), the same was not true for a mistress. It took the evil stepmother some time to remove all her clothing.
Then came another moment of indecision. She stared down at the small scraps that they called clothing for a slave girl. Slowly she rubbed her tongue back and forth across her lower lip.
She had never imaged herself doing this. She felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest.
She was scared.
She had never felt more alive.
She grabbed black satin bikini panties. Putting them on should not be a problem (she thought) as she pulled the ends up on her right hip. That was when she discovered that putting the clothing on was more difficult than she had imaged. She tied the strings together in a bow on her right hip. While she worked on her left hip, she kept her legs pressed together to hold the panties in place.
As she drew her hands away from the second bow, she felt the panties slip. This was going to be much harder than she thought. She turned her attention to the bow on her left hip, pulled the strings tighter and retied the bow. She did the same with her right. They still did not feel right but at least they remained stuck to her body.
The flared, pink satin miniskirt was next. She wrapped it about her hips. Two tiny pearl buttons on the side kept it in place. (This type of button was chosen for it size and shape. One hard jerk on the skirt was enough to make it come loose. Removing the garment from the body of a slave girl could be done in half a second if the master of mistress so desired.)
Madison moved to the full-length mirror to inspect her handiwork.
“Well, at least no one can see my pussy,” she murmured to herself. Not that there was plenty else to see. Her large titties were still visible, and the short skirt made her legs appear to be twice as long as they actually were.
She suppressed a smile.
She enjoyed the look.
She had had trouble getting the panties on. The halter-top proved to be even more difficult to get on. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried; one boob always seemed to stick out.
Once she had herself properly attired as a slave girl, she returned to the bed to put on the pink, patent leather sandals with the 15-centimeter stiletto heels. She was glad there were straps. She doubted she could walk about without having them fall off her feet.
She looked the part she wanted to play, but psychologically she was not ready. She did not want anyone to see her dressed as this, not even Caroline, whose help she would need.
That first day, she had to be content to parade about her room, imagining what it would be like to go into public dressed in this manner so everyone could see her.
She did not have nerve the second day either.
The third day was different. On the third day she built up enough courage.
She told Caroline she wanted to see her in her room exactly at ten. The Amazon whipmistress arrived on time.
“Come in.”
She remained hidden in her walk-in closet until she heard the door to the hall close.
“Well? What do you think?”
Caroline had to work hard to keep from laughing. Her plan included putting a collar on the evil stepmother just as she had the evil stepdaughter. Her plans included some coaxing, but that had not been necessary. Madison played directly into her hands.
“What is that for?”
Okay, she already knew the answer. That was why she had invited Madison to see Laura being rewarded for being a good little slave girl. She thought she would have to plant the idea in the woman’s head, but the wicked stepmother had reached the inevitable conclusion on her own.
“If Laura was rewarded for being good, I think I should.”
“And by that you mean…”
“Rewarded by Laura’s own little tongue.”
“I wasn’t going to do that.” Madison stared at the Amazon in mock disbelief. “Well, I wasn’t going to do that to her quite yet,” she thought.
“But you can.”
“Give her a double session of pussy licking and she will be so addled-headed she will do anything.”
“Can we do it now?”
“No. She needs a little further coaxing to make her pliant.”
“How soon?”
“Make it tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!”
“These things take time. And you aren’t wearing the proper attire. And have you ever had an orgasm bound and gagged? You might want to experiment first.”
“What proper attire? What do you mean experiment?”
“Just stay here. I’ll make the arrangements. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The first item was to accelerate Laura’s training. She had planned to turn the beautiful brunette in a proper slave girl, eager to serve every mistress she encountered. She would have to hurry things up if she was going to please her evil stepmother. Madison appeared almost eager to be bound as a slave girl. Caroline wanted to initiate her into bondage and slavery before she had time to think about what a stupid plan she had.
At the end of her double reward session, instead of having Laura do some other mindless slave girl task, they had her kneel at the foot of the bench while another slave girl took her place on the bench. As Caroline knew, the multiple orgasms had so exhausted her physically and mentally that she did not resist.
“Lick.”
Her face moved forward into the slave girl’s waiting pussy. While her tongue was untrained, she had much enthusiasm. If she did a good job, she thought, perhaps Caroline would give her another reward session.
Caroline grabbed a few items of clothing for Madison before returning to her room.
“Take those off and put these on. And this.”
The last item she handed her employer was a black leather slave collar.
“I…”
She knew the young woman would be hesitant.
“Unless you want all the hired help to recognize you, you have to wear a slave collar. To act like a slave girl, you have to look like a slave girl.”
She then went down to the Blaine household kennels to get a slave girl. She did not have to be experienced. She only had to wear a collar.
She tethered the naked captive to a ring on the wall before knocking on the door.
“Well? How do I look now?”
Besides the collar, she wore a pink satin garter belt that held up the sheer black stockings. Other than the high heels, she was naked.
“No one will ever recognize you. And you are ready for action.”
Madison held her arms out to her sides as she slowly rotated for the Amazon to inspect her body.
“We still need a gag. Do you have a ballgag handy?”
This was one of them great mystery’s of life. With gags all over the place, there was never one at hand when you needed it.
“In that top drawer.”
Caroline smiled when she opened the drawer. Oh! how she would have loved to use a dildo gag on Madison, but she did not dare, not yet. And later the blonde would be in training for other uses of her mouth other than sucking cock.
“Open up.”
She searched in vain for a pink ballgag, either the ball or the strap. All she could find that did not clash dramatically with the blonde’s attire was a white rubber ball with a black leather strap. The black contrasted with her flesh, but matched the slave collar.
Before inserting it in her mouth, she turned the beautiful woman around so her back was towards her. After pushing the rubber ball in her mouth and fastening the ends of the strap together at the back of her neck, she pulled the pins down so Madison’s long blonde tresses tumbled down freely.
“You have to look the part if you don’t want anyone to recognize you.”
She felt almost embarrassed saying that. She had told the woman the truth. She would have to mend her ways.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, then lay back so your feet are still on the floor.”
As the blonde did this, Caroline selected two pieces of rope from the same drawer that held the gags. Had three or four ropes not been there, she was certain she would have found them in another drawer, or perhaps in the closet. With the rope dangling down from her left hand, she circled around the foot of the bed to get on Madison’s left. As she did that, she tossed one rope on the bed to the blonde’s right.
The first step was to tie a secure hitch to her wrist. Next she felt under the bed for something to which to tie the other end. She expected to find something and was not disappointed. All furniture, beds especially, could be used to secure a slave girl. She found rings about every 25 centimeters along the bed frame. She tied a secure knot. It would not do for her captive to escape. She wanted the beautiful blonde to get used to being helplessly bound.
Moving to the other side of the bed, she did the same.
This left Madison helplessly bound. There was nothing she could do to get loose, but Caroline was far from finished binding her.
Moving back to the foot of the bed, she moved the blonde’s knees apart by stepped between them and using her own legs to force her to spread them by leaning forward. From that position, she bent down to grab the blonde by the lower thigh behind the knee. She slid her forward across the bed. Now there was no slack in either rope.
Caroline retreated across the room to get two more ropes. She tied one to the blonde’s left ankle, then raised it toward the bedpost on that side.
The most common bed was a four-poster. What better torment for a slave girl than to be bound to the foot of a bed, able to listen (and watch if she was willing to risk the punishment), but not to partake? Any slave girl would be willing to be good after such a session so she could share the warm of her master’s or mistress’s bed.
Sleep deprivation was a common device used in training slave girls, it was not uncommon to tie new slave girls to bedposts with their legs spread. They knew what could happen to them, but bound standing, they could not sleep. The willingness to trade the harshness of a bedpost for the comfort of a bed foe was usual.
Then there was the matter of using the bedpost as a means of presenting the slave girls for presentation. Don’t know which of two (or three or four) you want to share the comfort of your bed? Select all of them and have then bound to the bedpost. You would think that a woman securely bound to a bedpost would have no means of making herself more seductive, but slave girls always found a way.
And if the one you chose is not particularly responsive to your desires? No problem. Simply bind her again to the bedpost where she can contemplate the error of her ways. There always is at least one there ready to replace her. (And the second choice will always want to please.)
Then of course there is the situation where your girl friend is the original Miss Tightass. Make her perform for you as a slave girl, then when it comes bedtime, she is bound to a bedpost, forced to listen while some other slave girl pleases you.
Back to our two.
Caroline tied the other end of the rope to the bedpost at eyelevel using a clove hitch. This kept the blonde’s leg raise and spread. When she repeated the process with her right leg, Madison was extremely vulnerable.
The whipmistress stared down at her employer with her pussy exposed. The beautiful blonde could do nothing to protect herself. She could not cry out. (Bound naked in this position, she would not want to.)
“All is right with the world,” thought the Amazon, suppressing a smile that would alert Madison that she was walking into a trap.
“In this position, she will think you are just another slave girl.”
Madison did not know to whom the Amazon referred. She watched her leave the room. She wanted to grunt her displeasure when she left the door to the bedroom open, but Caroline appeared back in sight a few seconds later leading a slave girl. Madison was disappointed it was not Laura (the hair color was not right), but she now understood the woman’s earlier statement. The slave girl would think her only another slave girl.
“Make her come a lot and maybe you will be rewarded.”
Kneeling at the foot of the bed between the captive’s legs, the slave girl had easy access to the helpless woman’s pussy once the ballgag was gone from her mouth.
Madison closed her eyes as the slave girl began licking. She wanted to control the movement and position of her head by holding firmly, but could not because she was bound.
The first orgasm came after only a minute’s work by the little slave girl.
The second came even faster.
Madison jerked on the ropes holding her arms spread. The slave girl controlled her orgasms, and was not content until the woman suffered through one after another in rapid succession.
She lay there for half an hour once Caroline had the slave girl stop. Perhaps, she had enjoyed more orgasms in a shorter period of time, but never when she was unable to react. All she could do was lay there and come.
Any doubts she might have had about being bound and eaten by Laura were dispelled by the actions in her bedroom. She could not wait.
“Just dress, bind and tether yourself in your bedroom after lunch tomorrow. I will come and get you if I don’t see you downstairs before then.”
Caroline had said after lunch, but Madison decided on an early lunch. She returned to her room to put on what had become her favorite outfit: the garter belt, stockings and high heels. She slipped the black leather collar about her neck before removing the pins from her hair.
That left only the handcuffs and the tether line. Caroline had told her to cuff and tether herself, but she knew that order would not do. She found a spot behind the door (where she would not be visible to anyone opening the door and looking in the room) where she attached the chain tether. She placed the steel handcuffs on her right wrist before attached the tether to her collar. Once she had her hands cuffed behind her back she was helpless.
Caroline intended to take her employer down to the room immediately after lunch. She wanted the young blonde to get used to being bound so she would think nothing of it when she sprung her trap on her. She did not realize that Madison had dressed and tethered herself early in anticipation of the afternoon’s play. The captive stood in the solitude of her room for almost an hour before the Amazon came for her.
Caroline said nothing, treating her as she would a slave girl. She freed the end of the tether chain from Madison’s collar, but immediately replaced it with a standard leash. She tugged on it twice, indicating Madison should follow her.
She laid the blonde on her back on the bench. Straps across her body secured her body to the bench so she was bound in the same position she had been on the bed. When she had the blonde bound in the position of any slave girl to be rewarded.
Caroline smiled as she left the room. Sure, she could have had Laura lick her evil stepmother, but that would have been no fun. She wanted to get even with Madison so that meant playing a little trick on her.
The slave girl she had selected to eat Madison looked like Laura superficially. She had about the same build and had the same color of hair. Bound on her back on the bench, she would not be in a good position to see who was servicing her. Perhaps she would be able to see the top of the head and the forward.
After she had the slave girl sent to the room, she went to the secret room with the two-way mirror where she was able to watch Caroline go through one massive orgasm after another.
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