Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 33
And so, what was lovely, red-haired Colleen up to once her master finished
using her?
A whipmistress led the buxom beauty about the house on a leash, this time
without a blindfold. She knew they all assumed rebellion was the last thing on
her mind since her master had favored her by using her body.
Perhaps they were right. Colleen had come many times, more than she ever
had as a free woman. She was too exhausted to try to escape. As she walked
through the house she wondered how often her master intended to use her, and if
there were other men about who had the right to sample her abundant charms.
The whipmistress walked quickly, forcing Colleen to struggle to keep up.
She was unused to walking around in those high heels yet. Periodically the
mistress would jerk on the leash as a reminder for the little slave girl to keep
up. Colleen would respond by moving her shapely legs faster, the high heels
clicking loudly on the floor.
Without warning the mistress slipped the end of the leash over a latch on the
wall. The latch snapped shut when the ring pressed against it. The mistress then
continued down the hall without
breaking stride.
Colleen, tethered to the latch, stood helplessly until someone came to free
her.
The captive beauty studied the latch as she waited. The simple latch, made
so a person could attach a leash with one hand, was mounted on the wall two
meters above the floor. The redhead knew she could not reach it with her arms
cuffed behind her back. She could not escape. She could only stand there,
waiting.
She was a slave girl. She had no will but that of her master's and she had
no doubt at all what he wanted.
The buxom redhead studied her tether chain with such intensity that she did
not see the door a meter to her left. Within a couple minutes a French Maid
emerged to free the end of the leash. A tug told the slave girl to follow her
into the room.
The buxom slave girl noticed immediately that this slave girl had a
different type of gag. The one Colleen wore was identical to what most of the
others wore, a ballgag consisting of a bright
red, rubber ball with a black leather strap through a hole in the center. The
ends of the strap were buckled behind her head under her long hair.
This French Maid, and three others in that room, had different gags. As
with Colleen's gag, a black leather strap held the gag in the captives' mouth.
No rubber balls filled their mouths to insure their silence. Without seeing what
filled their mouths behind the leather straps, the redhead knew what they had
their long hair was also fixed in pigtails high on the backs of their heads so
it was not near their faces.
Each wore a dildo gag, a symbol of her oral submission to men. Each wore
her hair in pigtails to insure her long tresses did not get in the way when she
used her mouth to please men.
The French Maid holding leash led her to the center of the room where the
other French Maids bound her spreadeagle between chains dangling from the
ceiling and others mounted to rings set in the floor. She was helpless and
vulnerable. She was a slave girl.
During brief periods of partial freedom, the French Maids stripped her
naked. They would release an arm or leg whenever they needed access to a
particular limb. Once they were done, a slave girl pulled the limb back into
position and attached a leather cuff so she was once helpless.
A whipmistress watched from a stool set against one wall with her eyelids
half closed with boredom. These French Maids were well trained and quite docile.
Resistance or escape was the thought furthest from their minds. With nothing
better to do, the mistress studied each of the French Maids as she tried to
decide which to take her to room that night to please her.
They dressed Colleen in green satin. Her shiny green satin bra lifted those
massive boobs, pressing them together to give an impressive view of cleavage.
The green patent leather high-heeled sandals matched the bra. About her hips
they fitted a green satin garter belt. Basically it was, but along the edges in
front and on the sides were black lace ruffles. The stockings had a greenish
tint to them, just enough to make them match the rest of her outfit.
As with the bra, the panties were green satin. One French Maid knelt on
each side of the redhead to secure the panties in place. The panties were little
more than two satin triangles, a small one in front and a somewhat larger one in
back. They were held in place by a pair of thin satin ribbons on each hip. The
French Maids tied and retied the ribbons until they had the panties
stretched snugly across her round bottom.
Colleen knew a tug on the bow on either hip would cause the panties to fall
to her feet. She remembered that old adage that the only reason to put panties
on a slave girl was to remove them.
The dress was green satin to match the remainder of her outfit. The
neckline was cut so low in front that it followed the top of the twin cups of
the bra. The cut of the dress emphasized
Colleen's impressive cleavage. The skirt part was flared and so short that if
she bent over, anyone standing behind her could see the panties.
About the redhead's slender waist they fastened a broad, black leather
belt. The lovely captive looked down while a French Maid buckled it securely in
place. While that was going on, two others unfastened her arms. They brought
them around behind her back where they held each hand against the opposite
elbow. About the time they had her arms in the proper position, the French Maid
was finished with the belt. She moved around behind the captive where a fourth
French Maid had a black leather armbinder ready.
With each hand at the opposite elbow, the captive's arms formed a U. The
armbinder fit about her arms to hold them in that position. Quickly one French
maid held the leather bondage device in position while the other laced it up.
Instead of holes for the laces, there were little hooks so all the slave girl
had to do was whip the laces back and forth. In a couple of minutes she had
laced the device together from one end to the other. She threaded the ends
through a set of holes at the end. When she tied a bow, she had the buxom slave
girl helplessly bound.
Colleen discovered she was even more helpless now than she had been before.
She could move her arms little. She could certainly do nothing to defend
herself.
While the French Maid finished lacing the device together, another
approached with a leather strap. Although Colleen was already helpless, that
was not enough.
Below each elbow on the arm binder there was a ring. Near each was another
ring, these on the belt about the captive's waist. The slave girl attached the
strap to the ring at Colleen's right
elbow. Next she threaded the end through the ring on the belt. After threading
it through the other ring on the belt, she attached it to the second ring on the
armbinder. This strap pulled the armbinder snugly against the belt. It was
impossible for Colleen to move her arms away from her back.
Since Colleen had nothing to do until they were finished with her, she
studied her sister slave girls.
They appeared quite content with their status in life. Those with the
dildo-gags were busy sucking on them.
Once in a while she thought she saw one or two of those with ballgags
throwing covetous glances at those with the dildo-gags.
Another French Maid attached a chain leash to Colleen's collar. Once they
were done with the armbinder, she pulled on the leash. Colleen did not resist
but merely followed where the slave girl
led her.
The French Maid turned left out the door. Her bottom wiggled from
side-to-side as she hurried along, the captive redhead in tow. Colleen had
trouble keeping up. She was not used to walking in those towering stiletto
heels.
They passed many other slave girls. Some were tethered to rings on the
walls. Others, dressed as French Maids, cleaned things that appeared to be
clean.
Some were chained naked, slightly bent over, legs chained far apart.
Colleen knew why her master had them bound in that position. She looked to the
right as they hurried past three displayed slave girls and wondered if he bound
them in that position as a punishment, or as a reward.
One glance told Colleen the French Maid had led her to her master's dining
room. On her right there was a dinner table. The French Maid and Colleen with
her stopped next to the chair at the
head of the table, Colleen spreading her legs wide apart as she knew a good
slave girl should.
Colleen tried to look over her left shoulder when the French Maid moved
around behind her, but her long tresses blocked her view. Her ability to see
ended abruptly when the French Maid slipped a black satin blindfold over her
head. The elastic strap made it easy to put it over her eyes. The blindfold was
simple, but quite effective.
Colleen felt the French Maid remove the leash, and heard her walk off.
Colleen spent the next hour blindfolded, bound and gagged. She heard dinner
being served, the tinkling of glassware, plates and glass, the clicking of
several slave girls' high heels on the floor.
No one paid any attention to her.
"I guess I'm being saved for dessert."
As it was, the buxom little slave girl was correct in this thought. When
her master finished with his dinner, he signaled a slave girl to bring the
redhead to him. Taking her by the hips with both
hands, he pulled her forward. Colleen had to spread her legs wide to straddle
his legs. She sat in his thighs with hers spread wide apart.
Her breath came in short gasps. She found herself becoming aroused just at
the thought of being used. She wished he would remove the panties so he could
get at her pussy.
He removed the blindfold first.
"Let's see what kind of tasty treats we have here."
Hooking his finger in the neckline of the dress, he pulled both the dress
and bra off her left tit. He turned his attention to the other side. In seconds
that tittie was visible too.
"I have been looking forward to owning these girls since I first saw you."
His left hand massaged the nipple of the right tit as his mouth sucked on
the left. Once it became hard and pointed, he rubbed his tongue on it.
Colleen responded with an excited squeal through the gag. She tried to
squeeze her legs together but could get no relief. She issued one little moan
after another.
"I think it's time for you to earn your keep."
He removed the ballgag. In seconds, the new slave girl knelt between his
knees, his cock
in her mouth. With his hands on the back of her head, she could not pull her
head back to pull it from her mouth. She rammed her mouth forward, then pulled
it back. Faster and faster she went as she wondered if he would ever come.
When he felt himself coming, he pulled her head forward so his enlarged
cock stuck deep in her mouth. The goo exploded into the back of her mouth and
slid down her throat.
"Now I want you to lick it clean."
The only mess was in her mouth and she had swallowed most of it. Still, he
was her master and he had given her an order. The action of her tongue on his
cock caused it to become swollen
again. The tip of her tongue lapped against it from the crown to the base.
"Kiss it. Now make me come again."
The redhead's tongue, lips and jaw ached by the time her master came in her
mouth again. She was becoming used to pleasing him. She looked up as her head
moved forward and back, seeking his approval of the job she did with her mouth.
Colleen thought she was done, but discovered there were other men there.
The majordomo was first. There were retainers and guards. A whipmistress led her
from one man to another. On her knees she brought them pleasure, then used her
mouth to clean up.
Hours later she found herself back on her knees in front of her master.
"I have a new treat for you."
He held a dildo-gag down in front of her face.
"Now I want you to make love to it."
Colleen took the hard rubber shaft in her mouth and began pumping her head
up and down as she had on his cock. She continued as long as her master wanted
her to, but almost crying, wishing she was doing this with the real thing in her
mouth.
"You are a good little slave girl, Colleen. I think you deserve this."
He pushed the dildo into her mouth with one hand and held it there. His
other pulled her head down.
"Press your lips together to hold it in place."
This freed both hands to fast the ends of the strap together behind her
head.
He signaled a whipmistress to get the kneeling slave girl. She attached a
chain leash attached to her collar. Colleen came to her feet when ordered by a
tug.
The buxom redhead did not need another to know to follow.
That morning she had been a free woman. Now, in less than a day, she had
become a most submissive slave girl. The dildo-gag told everyone that she
willing to do anything to please her master.
Then Colleen saw the looks of the other slave girls, staring at her. They
were not laughing at her humiliation behind their ballgags. Most of them were
not as beautiful as she was, and none had knockers as large as hers. They were
jealous of her.
There was a hierarchy among the slave girls. In just a few hours Colleen had
moved near the top of it in this household by showing her master just how much
she was willing to please him.
Colleen stared straight ahead so the other slave girls knew she ignored
them. They had been slave girls longer than she. If they had not learned to
please their master as she had, they were not worth looking at.
She walked as fast as she could in those high heels, her eyes staring at
the whipmistress holding her leash. She held her nose slightly in the air, a
certain sign of disdain for the other slave girls. With each step her tongue
moved rapidly across the surface of the shaft in her mouth.
She had earned the favor of her master. She wanted to be ready to please
him the next time.
