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Kari in Training 6
Kari At Home 2f
Our population had become over 65% female, so to reduce competition for the available men, wealthy and women in good legal standing successfully lobbied to have all slavegirls and ponygirls ordered into permanent servitude. They were no longer citizens or even humans, but pets and livestock. The I.S.R. (International Slavegirl Registry) computers ran day and night removing all records of any girl with an ISR number. No Social Security, nor Drivers License numbers were saved. High School records, were deleted too. Soon many states began to order all female violators of any sort, into slavegirl or ponygirl training.
Texas, followed closely by the rest of the nation, even ordered all female juveniles in state care at 16 years old to be sold as slavegirls. A source of revenue for the state and removed more potential competition from the streets.
Master Carl and Mistress Connie developed their own ponygirl training facility. New stables were built and trainers were hired. Their ponygirls were large strong girls trained to pull in teams. Master Carl had to travel a week each month, so Kari was used to entertain business associates who may stay at the mansion while waiting to meet him, or to reward his company executives.
Replacements
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Natale and Renee
Kari’s new handler Alec came in to get her up for the day. She went to her designated table and laid face down on the cool steel top. He followed and secured her ankles and wrists with the new cuffs Miss Jane introduced.
Alec had been a ponygirl groom when Jane needed to hire a new caretaker for Kari due to Natale’s sudden departure. Jane asked her sister Lisa as her first choice, but Lisa said she wanted to keep working with the ponygirls. So Jane’s next choice was Alec. He was a small wiry man with strong hands, he had been caring for ponygirls for a few months. Ponygirl care was like any other animal but he was not too sure about a slavegirl.
When Jane returned from Mistress Elena’s Slave Mistress/Handler course she changed the work tables a little. She had the foot stirrups removed and replaced with a “bridge”. Kari laid face down on the table with a raised, padded bridge across the table just at her pelvis. The bridge caused her to lay in a very arched position, with her anus and pussy open and available for inspection or care. She was not as physically uncomfortable as the stirrups, and the extremely exposed position didn't bother the experienced slavegirl after the first few minutes.
Jane was there for his first day, they got Kari out of her cell and chatted as they followed her to her table and waited while she climbed up on top and held laid over the black, padded cross bar. Jane showed him how to place the cuff from each corner of the table to wrists and ankles to secure her to the table-top.
“I have to give her an enema?” he balked. Kari didn’t say anything, but she looked back
over her shoulder and shook her head.
“Hey_” Jane chuckled and gave Kari a little slap on her bare, rounded butt.
“Well you don’t have to shovel out a stall later,” Jane offered. “They walk to the latrine and put everything in there.”
Jane watched as he applied lubricant to Kari’s anus and pushed the tube inside followed by the front half of the attached nozzle. When it was in place, the bulbous end and smaller center section kept the nozzle firmly in place in Kari's anus. Jane showed him how to start the flow of warm water into Kari.
They went to the desk to go over other duties and returned just as the 2 quart enema finished draining into Kari. Jane shut off the tiny valve and removed the hose to the can.
“Now we wait about 20 minutes,” Jane said as she looked at her watch. “Then you get to let it out.” Jane laughed at Alec’s expression, “It’s not that big a deal.” She turned quickly toward Kari.
“Be careful,” was all she said. Kari rolled her lips under to show she was keeping quiet.
They went to the kitchen to get Kari’s breakfast and vitamins. When they got back Jane sent Alec to get Kari up and to the white porcelain latrine at the end of the room. He unstrapped Kari’s ankles and wrists, and stepped back, she got up immediately and went to the latrine to stand on the foot shaped steps. Alec was right behind and stopped beside the squatting slavegirl. He grasped her left shoulder with his left hand and the end of the enema nozzle with his right. Alec pulled and turned the end of the nozzle, the nozzle and hose came out followed by a 2 quarts of brown water. He had a wet cloth ready and cleaned Kari’s anus carefully. She stood and started for her cell where her breakfast was laid out.
“That was pretty good,” Jane remarked. “Did you get any on you?”
“Just a little on my shoe,” Alec smirked. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“She’s just another little animal that you care for,” Jane suggested. “I can assure you Kari is an animal.”
Master Carl had to find another upstairs maid too. Connie had her own maid, Luz, who’d worked for her for several years, since before she even met Carl. She kept Connie’s suite immaculate, and took care of Connie’s wardrobe. Luz also had to look after Kimi when she was there. Connie wouldn’t let a slavegirl use her bathroom facilities, so Luz had to take Kimi to the slavegirl bathroom, down the hallway from Master Carl’s or Miss Connie’s suites. It was not a room, just a wide white porcelain area in the hallway, but it had the same facilities as the dungeon, for one slavegirl to bathe or urinate.
Jane lived in one of the other houses on the property with Miss Benson and 2 other supervisors. Their maid Sandy was superb. She dressed in her own black satin mini-dress with white lace collar and apron and worked very hard to keep the whole house beautifully clean. She always wore a pair of black patent leather high-heeled shoes and dark stockings, with a white lace bra, thong and petticoat under her short black dress. Sandy’s black hair was always perfectly arranged high on her head, so her beautiful slender neck was uncovered.
Migaly Sandra Chen, a 19 year old Asian/Mexican girl, had beautiful dark skin and dark, nearly black, almond-shaped eyes. She was 5 feet 5 inches tall and sleekly slender. Master Carl hired her on Jane’s recommendation.
The first time Master Carl sent her for Kari, she was afraid Kari might escape. She walked up to Jane at her desk and whispered that Mr. Reynolds wanted Kari’s butt lubricated before she was brought upstairs. Jane showed her where the tubes of lubricant were stored.
The sex lube was pre-measured, 6 ounces, already in clear plastic syringes with a 4 inch tube on the end. The end of the ½ inch tube was rounded and the other end threaded onto the large, clear plastic syringe. The sex lubricant tubes were stored, filled and ready for use, in the double-door gray locker by the stairs up to the rest of the house. The locker was also used to store other slavegirl care supplies and several boxes of sanitary examination gloves.
After they both had pale blue gloves on, Jane placed a syringe/tube on the shelf under Kari’s table and they went to get the little slavegirl. Kari stood by the door waiting for a pair of high heeled platform shoes. Master Carl insisted Kari wear very high heels, he liked her posture in high heels.
Kari sat on the floor to put her shoes on, then she carefully brushed her butt as she walked to her exam table. She waited by the side of the table for Jane and Sandy to get there.
“Kneel there with your little ass up, Kari,” Jane ordered curtly. Kari knelt with her knees spread, on the table and lowered her crossed forearms to the table and rested her chin on top.
“OK first you put a little of lube from this jar,” Jane pointed out a small blue jar under the table,“on your fingers.” She touched the middle two fingers of her left hand into the top of the blue jar. “It’s the same stuff as in there,” Jane nodded toward the syringe.
“You only need a little bit.” She touched her lubed fingers to Kari’s anus, Kari shifted slightly as Jane slowly pushed her fingers about 2 inches into Kari. Next she picked up the large clear-plastic syringe and pushed the 4 inch long tube entirely into Kari.
“You only put half of it inside,” She pointed the measuring marks on the side of the body of the syringe. “The rest you push out as you pull the thing out.” Jane pulled back on the syringe as she continued to push the lube out.
“There,” she had just enough to leave a small bit on the outside of Kari’s anus.
“It looks messy,” Sandy said softly. “I’m not sure I’d like that.”
“You don’t have to worry about it,” Jane shrugged. “You’re a free woman and she’s a little slave slut.” Jane bumped Kari on the side of her hip, “Let’s go. Looks like your master’s gonna fuck ya’ in the butt again.”
Kari smiled as she raised up. She slowly climbed off the table and then crossed her arms behind her back for the binder.
Arletta
Jane stopped regularly at a convenience store about 6 miles from the main house on a side road. The newest night clerk was a pretty black girl named Arletta Green. She was very curious about the huge mansion and all the new construction happening there. When she found that Jane was associated she asked dozens of questions every time Jane stopped. Arletta also told Jane that she was very unhappy working in the store at night. Jane offered the 18 year old girl a chance to start a new life.
Arletta was just 5 feet 2 inches tall, a little shorter than Kari, and weighed about 125 pounds. Her smooth, creamy skin was a lighter brown than Jane’s or Lisa’s and her complexion was clear. Arletta also told Jane she had just gotten her teeth whitened, and was quite proud of her naturally straight teeth.
When Jane offered her the chance to live in complete safety and without a concern for any future expenses she was very anxious to find out what she had to do. Actually she wondered just “Who do I have to kill?”
Jane had Lisa along as a witness for her next stop at the store, when she presented the slavegirl application to Arletta.
After she read and re-read it she looked at Jane and smiled, she nodded slowly and looked around for a pen.
“Are you sure?” Jane asked. “I could go over it with you clause-by-clause to be sure it’s what you would really want to do.”
“Or I could work in d’fuckin’ convenience store for the rest of my natural life_” Arletta answered.
“This is for the rest of your life, too.”
“I’ve always wanted to quit this job at 2AM,” Arletta picked up the phone and began to dial.
Two New Slavegirls
Kari woke with a start as the forklift came through the double doors. This time it carried two long crates stacked and set them in the middle of the floor. She was alone in the slave quarters and relished the complete silence. Miss Connie had taken Kimi upstairs again tonight, and the ponygirls Jana and Anne lived in the new stable built half a mile behind the house. Kari had the entire place to herself. The forklift smashed that reverie, but she dropped back off almost immediately.
“Wake up, Kari,” Jane said softly. Kari opened her eyes and smiled, Jane’s smiling brown face was just inches from her own. Jane stepped back and Kari jumped up immediately. She rushed to the open door of her cell, but stopped just inside. She couldn’t go outside without permission, Miss Jane’s new rule.
“Two new slavegirls?” Kari asked.
“They’re twins,” Jane smiled and Kari thought there was more about them.
“May I ask you something, Miss Jane?”
“Sure, you can ask.” Jane answered carefully. Kari had a way of turning even the simplest question into something much more.
“May I have coffee in the morning?”
“You just want coffee?” Jane had expected a much more involved request.
“Yeah, that’s all.” Kari shrugged.
“Well I have to ask you somethin’ too,” Jane responded.
“Did you know this would be your life?” Jane had wondered since she heard at the advertising office where Kari had gone.
“Not really,” she answered.
“Did Mr. Reynolds kinda trick you?” Was Jane’s next question.
“I don’t think he knew it would be like this either,” Kari said thoughtfully. “The laws were changed between the time we signed me up, and when I actually started.”
“D’ya like it?” Jane’s next question.
“Mostly, when all I have to do is fuck or suck Master Carl or whoever he orders. I get to run everyday” Kari raised fingers to count off all the benefits as she listed them.
“And mostly I just think about men’s dicks all the time. I get to suck ‘um all I want, Master Carl has somebody coming around lots.”
“You really like it when a man cums in your mouth?” Jane sounded surprised.
“I cum every time too,” the tip of Kari’s pink tongue touched the center of her upper lip as she thought about a penis in her mouth.
“What about women?”
“Lots’a women don’t like me ‘cause I’m required to be everything they can’t, or won’t.” Kari’s tiny boobies jiggled when she shrugged. “I really don’t like to have to do women, sometimes Master Carl makes me anyway.”
“What about bein’ naked all the time.” Jane shivered at the thought of total exposure. “That kinda’ scares me.”
“I’m bein’ forced to do what I kinda want to do anyway.”
“What do ya' mean?” Jane asked.
“I kinda like showin' off,” Kari answered. “Now Master Carl makes me stay naked.”
“What was the toughest thing you had to do?”
“When I found that everyone had access to my body,” she smiled softly. “'cept me, I wasn’t allowed to even touch my pussy.” Kari took a deep breath and continued, “Mistress Elena or Mistress Regina came around every morning after my enema and put a then the mushroom plug to stretch my butthole.”
“What for?” Jane asked, suddenly interested.
“Master Carl wanted my butthole big enough for him to use,” Kari said quietly as two tiny tears dripped from her bright blue eyes.
“I went around all turned on, just all the time. If Mistress Regina wanted to play with my titties or finger my pussy, I had to let her do it. She told me all I was good for was pleasure,” Kari looked up slowly. “I guess the hardest part was to accept that,” Kari smiled and shrugged, “and now I like it, a lot.”
“Coffee it is,” Jane laughed. “I guess you probably deserve it.”
“Alec,” Jane said as Alec walked in through the left side of the pale gray double doors to the underground garage. “Please add a cup of,,, black?” she looked toward Kari, as Kari nodded, “coffee to Kari’s breakfast tray.”
“Okay.” he responded, as he brushed a few rain drops from his right cheek. They both stepped back from the door to let Kari pass-by to the table for her enema.
“Do you really want to go run today?” Alec asked as he buckled Kari’s ankle and wrist cuffs. “It’s raining pretty hard.”
“Yeah,” Kari answered. “I really do, and I don’t mind the rain.”
“Should we let her out to run in the rain?” Alec asked as Jane walked past on her way to check the invoices of the shipment of new slavegirls. “It’s kinda nasty out.”
“Sure, who cares.” Jane said casually. “Mr. Reynolds wants her exercised everyday, so she doesn’t get fat.”
When Lisa brought Kari back Jane and Alec were opening the second crate. The first slavegirl was sitting numbly in her cell watching as Jane and Alec opened the other crate. Kari looked carefully at the girl, she was sure she had seen her before.
The pretty girl’s long slender legs stretched out in front as she lounged back on her elbows. She had thousands of freckles on her face and shoulders, and only a few less, all over her sleek, slender body. Her long light red hair was pulled back from her lean face in a french braid. The pulled back hair accentuated her high cheekbones and beautiful light tan eyes. When the naked girl turned to look toward Kari, the glinting from the gold nipple rings and little round medallions dangling on tiny gold chains an inch below caught Kari’s eye.
The girl soon stood to watch Jane and Alec closer, Kari could see a large, bright blue “E” tattooed on the left side of her small pointed left breast. It was the only tattoo there, unlike Kari’s Gothic E and the small O and A and V. To indicate her training for Oral, Anal and Vaginal skills. Kari could also see the I.S.R. number “160005_ tattooed on the pale girl”s bright pink right areola.
“Natale?” Kari was amazed when the girl turned and smiled. “That’s Renee?”
“Yes,” she said softly.
Natale and Renee were Master Carl’s latest addition to his collection of sex slavegirls. They had been at Mistress Elena’s Slavegirl Academy for the past 5 months. Their training had been radically different from Kari’s course. Kari had been very free spirited and had to be made to be more responsible to her master’s wishes. Natale and Renee were much too controlled and were trained to be less uptight.
Where Kari was made to beg for orgasms, the twins were stimulated constantly and showed the results of allowing their senses to run free. At first they were reluctant to do more than touch each others hands, by their last week they were willing lovers. Their graduation included an hour of sex, observed and graded by the staff.
The naked twins first day was miserable for them, filled with examinations and tattooing of their I.S.R. numbers, “160005_ on the puffy pink cone of Natale’s right areola and “160006_ on Renee’s areola. Their nipples, tongues and navels were also pierced that day too. Master Carl’s and Mistress Elena’s signs had to wait until the excess weight was taken off.
The doctor had a new type of IUD for each girl, called a caterpillar. It was 2 inches of soft plastic with several firm protrusions to hold it in place. The IUD filled each girls uterus, and stopped all menses, so there was no wasted time each month.
During the doctor’s examination he found that both girls had huge clitoris’ inside their full triangular hoods. He cut through the soft pink tissue to uncover the full length of each clitoris. Each twin's sensitive clitoris looked like a little inch long penis. They were sent back to the shop to pierce that too.
A tiny gold ring with a chain holding a small round abstract engraved disk dangled below each girls’ nipples and clitoris. At first they were both miserable but as the piercings healed they felt the pleasant sensations from the dangling disks stimulating their nipples and pussies.
The last step that first week was the electrolysis of all body and leg hair, they were treated in the slave quarters strapped to the stainless steel topped tables, for as many as 4 one hour sessions a day.
Their diet of vegetarian slave mush had no extra fat, the girls both complained that they didn’t get enough to eat at first. When they saw their complaints were disregarded and how quickly they were losing their fat bellies and thighs the complaints died off.
After five months Natale had lost 63 lbs. and Renee was down 55 lbs, each now weighed 120 pounds. Their fat bellies, and thighs were gone. They also lost the fat sagging breasts, their smaller breasts were firm and stood straight out from their, sleek, slender chests.
Mistress Elena’s trademark was changed to a more modern “E” covering most of the side of each left breast. Master Carl’s ”LCR” was tattooed low on each girls firm, flat belly, above the sensitive mound of her pussy.
Mr. Conklyn Visits
“Kari, time to go upstairs,” Miss Jane said as she opened Kari’s cell door. “Mr. Conklyn is here to deliver the reports for Mr. Reynolds and wants you for a while.” Kari stopped in the doorway and raise her chin for Jane to snap the leash to her collar.
“Arms,” was Jane's next command. Kari put her arms together behind her back and waited while Jane started to zip the crossed-arm binder that secured her arms high behind her back.
When Kari worked at Master Carl’s advertising office, Denis Conklyn, from England, was the head of the Advertising & Production Department, Master Carl selected him to be his Chief-of-Staff. Mr. Conklyn was in charge of the whole ad company when Master Carl was away.
Sandy came in just as Jane snapped the leash on to take Kari upstairs to Master Carl’s waiting room for Mr. Conklyn.
“Does Mr. Conklyn want her butt-hole greazzed up?” Sandy asked innocently.
“No,” was all Jane said to her. “Arms, Kari,” while she held the black reinforced nylon high above the small of Kari’s back. Kari quickly crossed her arms behind her back and waited while Jane zipped it in place.
“He always wants me to suck him off, Miss Sandy,” Kari shivered slightly after she spoke.
“Jane what is it?” Sandy was concerned.
“Last month he gave her a black eye,” Jane spoke acerbically. “He’s not a nice man,” she added.
“She’s just a slavegirl,” Sandy retorted. “Damn.”
Mr. Conklyn was sitting on the couch when Sandy brought Kari in. He was impeccably dressed in a pale brown suit with darker leather elbow patches and wore a British plaid vest over a snow white shirt, with a blue, green and gold regimental tie, under his coat. A kneeling pad was between his feet. Sandy led Kari to kneel and then dropped the leash, and left without looking back.
“Are you going to hurt me, Master Denis,” Kari asked softly as she knelt between Mr. Conklyn’s brown leather shoes. His trousers were already unzipped but his penis was still inside.
“Oh my, Kari,” he said firmly, “you know I will hurt you.”
“Yes, master.”
“I brought you a little present, Kari,” his voice sounded so syrupy that Kari became instantly cautious. She just looked up and smiled cautiously.
From his right jacket pocket he took out a small wrapped package and held it out to Kari. With her arms still tightly bound she could only look at the package. It was a medium sized jewelry box and wrapped with gold foil paper and had gold ribbon and bow. He held the package out for Kari, she just sat back. With her arms still in the binder she couldn't take the present.
Mr. Conklyn chuckled as he looked down at Kari, “Oh pardon me_” he said with mock concern.
“Let me help you,” he said softly.
“No, No I'll open it for you,” he said as Kari started to turn for him to unzip the sleeve. “You know that's not coming off anytime soon.”
“Yes master,” Kari said as she returned to her kneeling position between his knees.
She watched as he slowly opened the package to reveal a black velvet jewelery case. He held the little black box in front of her face for a few moments and opened it with a flourish. Inside were a pair of long nipple clips. Each clip was long enough to cover the full length of Kari's inch long nipples.
“Nice, eh?” he said.
“Yes sir.”
From his left jacket pocket Mr. Conklyn pulled out a small bottle of body lubricant, he unscrewed the top and dripped a few drops on Kari's long, pink nipples. He rubbed the lube around on Kari's nipples and firmly kneaded each nipple too. Each clip had black handles to press, to open the clip. He slipped the first clip over Kari's right nipple, by holding the tiny handles and squeezing it open. The other end was flat and had a hole large enough for Kari's big nipple to fit through. When he was satisfied with the position he released the buttons and the clip closed over her right nipple. The clip squeezed her nipple from the end to the beginning on her tiny breast. Without a word he moved to her left nipple and fitted the clip over it. After both were in place he sat back to admire the results of hie efforts.
“There all in place, Kari,” he said. “That doesn't hurt too bad, does it Kari?”
“No master,” she said as tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
“Now then our real purpose in meeting here this afternoon,” his said as he looked down to the front of his pants. He made no move to take his penis out. “I'm sure you can preform the necessary functions from here.”
Her hands were still secured behind her back, so she had to lean forward to use her lips and tongue to get his penis out of his light brown trousers. When she pulled his penis out after a few minutes, she sucked the entire flaccid length into her mouth. As she licked and sucked she rubbed the gold lump of her tongue stud against the bottom of Master Denis’ penis and she could feel it’s size growing in her mouth. Master Denis didn’t have nearly the size of Master Carl, but he was only a little shorter.
As he started to grow Kari could feel his hands on the back of her head. She started to try to pull back, but Master Denis held her face tightly to his body, as his penis filled her mouth and started to push into her throat.
Master Denis held her head even as Kari gagged from the intrusion into her throat. He let up slightly so she could take a breath, and then pulled her tight again. He started to cum, so let her up slightly again, to extend his rough treatment of her mouth and throat. This time Kari took a deep breath, just in time for Master Denis to pull her tight yet again. After a few more minutes her released Kari's head to move his hands down to grasp each nipple clip. He squeezed both clips as Kari continued to lick and suck his now hard penis.
When he finally spurted it was well past Kari’s mouth, directly into her throat, he didn't even feel the soft shudder as Kari came too.
He released her and leaned back on the couch to appreciate the moment. Kari continued to lick his penis. He insisted she clean off any mess she may have made. She was done in less than 5 minutes and sat back. Mr. Conklyn stood and zipped his trousers he walked around behind Kari. He crouched behind Kari and reached around to grasp the nipple clips again.
He was able to grasp the clips even harder and squeeze harder too. He pinched the clips so hard Kari cried out.
“I have some paperwork to finish,” he said as he stood. “I'll be back in less than 30 minutes.” He stopped near the door and looked back, “Stay right there, on that pad and I'll be back.” Kari nodded as she sobbed from the throbbing pain in her nipples. The pain was intense and soon Kari felt her pussy throbbing with her nipples. Her temples began to sweat, her upper lip and neck. Soon sweat dripped slowly down her chest.
Lubrication started to drip from her pussy onto her ankles as she knelt. More and more her nipples ached and throbbed, her pussy throbbed in time, too. She began slowly, an orgasm started in the center of her pussy and spread through her body to her nipples. She sat back slowly, perspiration dripped down her flat belly. She shook her head to get sweat from her eyes.
True to his word he was back after about 20 minutes. Without a word he reached down and Kari rose up on her knees so he could remove the clips. Mr. Conklyn gave each one a final firm squeeze and pulled them off and into his pocket.
“I'll see you again next week Kari,” he started to the door but stopped and came back, “I know you'll miss me.” He waited for Kari to answer.
“Yes master,” she said softly.
Emma
Master Carl walked through the slavegirl quarters on his weekly inspection of the entire facility. All the slavegirls were in their cells, including Kimi. Miss Connie was out of town visiting her family, so Kimi had to stay in her cell. Jane accompanied him as he stopped for a few moments at each cell, starting with Renee in cell number 6, then to Natale in cell 5. Cells 1, 3, and 5 were on one side of the room and 2, 4, and 6, were on the other. Arletta was in cell 3 and cell 4 was empty. Kari was in cell 1 and Kimi in 2.
“This is our first slavegirl for the new facility?” he looked to Jane as he spoke.
“Yes,” she smiled proudly. “Not bad, if I do say so myself.”
Arletta stood in the center of the cell, she wore an arm binder so she couldn’t cross her arms over her chest or put her hands over her pussy. She didn’t know what to do so she just stood silently.
“Pretty little bitch,” Master Carl finally surmised. “Call her Emma,” Master Carl stepped back a step and looked the dark girl over carefully. “Tits are kinda flat, though.”
“Come over here, Emma,” Jane ordered curtly. Emma approached slowly, while Master Carl sighed.
“I’ll work on that,” Jane apologized.
“Anyone do any training yet?”
“Well not yet,” Jane said. “We’re waiting on the doctor for the boob-job.”
“Don’t worry about it then.”
“Emma,” Master Carl said slowly. “Have you had any babies?”
“Yes sir,”Emma realized she should be respectful. “I had one that my sister ‘dopted, an’ then carried one more for her.” Tears came to her eyes, “Then one more that was ‘dopted.”
“So you’ve had three but don’t have any children to raise?” he asked casually. She just nodded her head. “That’s why her tits are so saggy,” he turned to Jane.
“We just want to have them brought back up, not big ol’ juggs hangin’ there,” he said as they moved away.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he said to Kari. She moved up to the bars and knelt right in front of him. “Doin’ all right?” he asked softly. Kari smiled and nodded as she leaned closer to the bars. Master Carl leaned closer too. When their faces met right between two of the black steel bars, their lips touched briefly. Master Carl stepped back and turned to look in on Kimi.
Kimi was already standing by the door when Carl and Jane arrived. Jane opened the door to get Kimi’s leash snapped to her pussy ring. They led Kimi back through the slave quarters to the stairs to the house. Emma watched this closely and after they closed the door, she went closer to Kari’s side of the cell.
“Kari,” she whispered, loudly. “What is that thing on her pussy?” Kari smiled softly, and told Emma about Kimi’s days in the huge slavegirl complex in Germany and the pussy piercing that led to the large rings for leash attachment.
Alec, Kari’s handler came in suddenly through the garage door, and walked quickly to Emma’s cell, “Mr. Reynolds wants you in his office.” He opened the door and waited for Emma to come to the door. She still had the arm binder on so all he had to do was snap a leash to the temporary leather collar to lead her away.
“Come on,” he said impatiently. “Mr. Reynolds doesn’t have problems, he has solutions.” Alec waved the end of the leash. “We don’t keep him waiting.”
“Hurry up,” Kari urged softly.
Emma walked quickly to the door and stood for Alec to attach the leash. She looked back over her shoulder as they went up the steps to the main house.
“Ah here she is now,” Master Carl said to the man in his office when Alec led her in. Alec led her to stand beside Master Carl’s red leather and dark walnut office chair. He pulled sharply down on the leash when she didn’t kneel on the pad by the chair.
“She hasn’t had any training yet Alec,” Master Carl said kindly. “Let’s not be too hard on her.”
“Emma, this is Doctor Adams,” Master Carl said gently, as he put his hand on the top of her head.” He slowly turned her head to look at his face. “He’s the doctor that’s going to do the surgery on your titties.”
“You just want me to restore what she had not make big tits for her?” the doctor asked as he moved his chair closer to Emma. Dr. Adams touched the very end of Emma’s left nipple with his gold Cross pen.
“Very good,” was all he said when she jumped. “She has good nerves there.” He opened his briefcase and lifted out a small white paperboard box. “This is the newest type of implant,” he opened the box and showed Master Carl the contents. “You see it’s sort of pear shaped, so it will give a good profile. It’s not so big that she’ll look like we’re tryin’ to make a cow.” He looked down at Emma, “what size bra did you wear, girl?”
“Um, B size, sir,” she stammered a little, in embarrassment as she answered.
“That’s this size,” the doctor said to Carl.
“That’s what I’m lookin’ for,” Master Carl said. “Right there,” he added. “I want them pointed up and out.” The doctor nodded. “How long will you need?”
“If you have the facilities I can do it here,” Dr. Adams said easily. “If she’s prepped, I’ll only need an hour,” he stood, “half an hour each, I’m done.” The doctor looked at his watch as he left Master Carl’s office.
Master Carl's First Slavegirl Student
Mistress Lainie watched Emma kneel in front of the first man sitting in the line of folding chairs. On the first day she nearly refused to even get her mouth near a penis. After only 3 weeks of training Emma had to be careful or she would cum when the man spurted in her mouth.
“Remember Emma, if you cum this time I’ll have to beat your ass with this whip.” Emma nodded without turning from the penis in her mouth.
Her lively pink tongue licked all around the head, as it entered her mouth. The man put his left hand on the back of Emma’s head. Today she had to work at breath control, and to suppress her gag reflex. She had to take all of each penis into her mouth and down her throat. Miss Lainie instructed the men to hold the back of her head, unless she actually passed out.
Lainie had come to work for Carl as the first instructor of his slavegirl academy. She bought Miss Brenda from Mistress Elena as her slave/teacher. Lainie wore a black and gray plaid dress trimmed with gray lace, the dress had a full, floor length skirt, and Brenda wore a similar dress, but of gray lace with black and gray plaid trim. The complete bodice and the sides of the full skirt were just one layer of gray lace, Brenda’s breasts and dark brown nipples were visible through the lace, to indicate her slave status, but it had a panel of black and gray plaid, matching Lainie’s dress in the front. It started well below Brenda’s waist and went to the hem, it covered Brenda’s hairless pussy. A second panel in the rear, also went to the floor and covered Brenda’s ass.
Brenda had a small stack of warm, moist towels and had to wipe off each man’s penis as Emma moved through the line of six seated men. When Emma finished the last man she sat back to catch her breath and wait further instructions. The men left as Brenda finished wiping each off, so that by the time Emma finished, there was only one left seated for Brenda to clean. After he left Brenda had a final towel to wipe Emma’s face, and chest where some cum had dripped, she wiped very carefully. Emma’s firm new breasts were still a little tender in places from the surgery.
“Did that turn you on, Emma?” Mistress Lainie asked.
“Oh yes, ma’am, Mistress Lainie,”Emma answered promptly.
“You can play with yourself now,” Lainie instructed. Emma began to fondle her own pussy and slipped her middle fingers into her wet pussy, as she knelt on the floor in front of Lainie.
“May I please cum Mistress?”Emma gasped, after just a few minutes.
“Not yet,” Lainie answered, after she checked her watch. “Play with yourself some more.” She continued to watch Emma struggle to play with herself but not cum, while she waited to see Emma’s pussy actually drip onto the floor.
“Mistress Lainie, please may I cum now,” she begged again. Lainie glanced at her watch again. ‘Please Mistress Lainie.”
“Okay, cum now,” she smiled as she turned and walked away, while Emma’s anxious sobs turned into moans of pleasure.
Master Carl’s Newest Slavegirl
Master Carl and Miss Connie took a long weekend and traveled to Carl’s cabin in the mountains just a few hours from their luxurious estate. Carl wanted to find a few hours of rest and Connie wanted to see where Carl and Kari had their first master/slavegirl experiences that became the highly successful ponygirl training ranch she lived at today. Connie had other ideas too. She saw how personally happy the slavegirls were, and wanted to try to find out how to get that same happiness for herself. Although she lived as a dominant bi-sexual with a husband and submissive slavegirl, she often felt, less than completely satisfied.
They stopped at a small store for cold drinks before Carl turned his black BMW X5, SUV off the main road onto a narrow two track lane through the thick green leafy woods. Before they started out Connie said she needed to talk about her concerns.
“Lately, I have been feeling less than satisfied,” she started. “Or maybe unfullfilled,,,yes that would be a better word.” Carl didn’t answer, he waited for Connie to continue.
“When I see how happy Kari is, and how much she likes to have all the different men there fuckin’ her, or when you have your maid go get her with her butt all greased,” she turned to look out the side window. “I can’t help but wonder if it’s because she is being forced to be a little slut like that, she would do that anyway?”
“Even if I didn’t force her she wouldn’t dislike having men look at her and want her,” Carl answered.
“Can we try that this weekend?” Connie wondered aloud. “Please, Master Carl,” her lower lip protruded as she simpered coyly. Carl didn’t answer but started his black SUV and backed out of the parking spot.
“You have way too many clothes on for a slaveslut,” he looked toward Connie. “Little Bitch.” Before he finished the sentence she had peeled off her dark blue, designer DKNY top and had her white shorts halfway down her long, tanned, legs. She unclasped her pale blue and white lacy bra.
After Carl turned onto the small road through the woods to his cabin he stopped and opened the rear hatch. He began taking Connie’s luggage out and set it under a tree at the side of the lane, but out of sight behind some bushes.
“Come over here, Connie,” he ordered. “Put the clothes you just took off with the luggage.” The now naked Connie looked around nervously as she got out of the SUV, she carried her clothes clutched to her chest.
“Are we going to do this here?” she looked around again. “Someone might see me here,” she whispered loudly.
“I don’t care if everyone sees you,” he answered curtly. “ Take off those panties first, your modesty means nothing to me.” He turned back toward the car, “Now put those clothes over there on the pile and get back here unless you want to walk the rest of the way.”
Connie quickly tossed the top, shorts, lacy light blue bra and matching panties on top of the rest and rushed back to the car. They drove the rest of the way in silence, partly because Carl needed to concentrate on the off-road driving, but mostly because of the beauty of the trip through the tall pine woods.
At 23 Connie was a beautiful woman, she had dark brown hair and eyes. Her dark Spanish complexion showed bright white teeth beautifully, She had to cross her arms over her firm full breasts when the car shifted over the uneven roadway through the woods, the big breasts swayed and russet nipples jiggled, too much. They finally arrived at the rustic cabin high on a hillside overlooking a quiet blue lake.
“There’s no one here but us,” he said when he noticed Connie’s reluctance to open the door. “After the caretaker got everything ready for us he left.”
“You know,” she said as she opened the door, “I’ve never been outside naked like this.” She walked partway toward the lake, “but it’s kinda neat.”
“If anyone came by it wouldn’t really be too terrible,” Carl suggested.
“Well,,,probably not, but I’d still be pretty nervous,” she countered. “I was taught that ladies always had to keep their clothes on.”
“Slavegirls aren't ladies,” he responded. “The have the same status as pets.”
They spent the rest of the evening getting his suitcases into the cabin and then cooking a small dinner. Carl didn’t try to do too much with Connie, yet.
Carl did find a small box with a black leather collar and wrist cuffs that locked in place. Connie sat on the floor in front of him while he put the collar around her bare neck. She raised her hands in turn so Carl could get the cuffs locked around her slender wrists.
“There, how does that make you feel?” he asked when he was done.
“Like you really want me,” she smiled up at him. “Master,” she added after. She sighed and leaned back against his legs while he reached over her shoulders to caress her firm breasts and hard dark red nipples.
“Turn around,” he said softly. She started to get up, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
“Stay down there, just turn around.” He continued to hold her shoulders as she turned. She looked up, and then smiled lasciviously. Connie licked her lips and reached out to unzip his blue jeans. She carefully pulled Master Carl’s penis out and fondled him gently. Connie pursed her lips way out to try to kiss the head of his penis, but not get too close.
“How’s that?” she asked after she managed to touch her lips to the very end of his growing organ.
“It’s a start,” he smiled at her effort. “I think a little training would help.” She stopped smiling, and nodded.
“I think so too,” with a thoughtful frown, she continued, “but I’d have to be a slavegirl to get that sort of instruction.”
“Yeah,” he answered. “Or you could just try some more this weekend.” She smiled again and leaned forward to actually lick the end of the head of his penis. To her delight his penis grew even more.
“I knew your dick was really big, long before we got married,” she said as she continued to caress his penis. “But I had so little experience with men that I didn’t know it was bigger than most everyone.” Her long, slender fingers just wrapped around Master Carl’s huge penis.
They spent Saturday in the camp, with Carl teaching Connie how to walk around with a leash on her collar. She had to learn to watch her master to make sure she didn’t snag the leash and cause him any inconvenience. She was not seriously corrected for violations, but he sighed and then glared if she messed up. Connie was stimulated and her pussy was very wet by lunch time. She knelt by her master’s chair and ate her lunch from a plate on the floor.
The after lunch Carl carefully trimmed and shaved Connie’s pussy. It took nearly an hour and when he was done he leaned back to admire his own handy work. Connie said she felt even more naked now.
The next morning started about the same, until a dark blue Jeep Grand Cherokee pulled into their camp. The two couples who got out were obviously friends of Carl’s. After greeting them he took them all inside to see Connie. She made a slight “yelp” when they all came in, but she was so surprised that she didn’t try to cover herself up with her hands. Carl took the 2 men, Gary and Mike, and they all went fishing, leaving the 2 women, Alice and Dora to watch over Connie.
“So, you’re his newest slavegirl, eh,” Dora spoke up first.
“Yes, mistress,” Connie answered. She realized how Kari must feel when a “citizen” tries to talk to her.
“Do you have any tea ready for us?” Alice asked.
“She’s not the maid Alice,” Dora corrected. “She’s her for Carl to fuck whenever he feels like it.”
“Well since he said she had to stay here with us,” Alice suggested. “Maybe she could kiss our pussies.”
“Ooh, Yeah,” Dora was enthusiastic. “Let’s go sit on the porch,” she turned to the door and went outside.
Connie knelt in front of Alice while they both took off their shorts and panties. They both sat in porch recliners and waited for Connie to kiss and lick their pussies.
She approached Alice and began by kissing her inner-thighs, Alice began to moan softly as Connie’s lips neared her neatly trimmed pussy. She carefully licked and kissed the sensitive pink tissue between Alice’s outer lips. Alice gasped and shifted so that Connie could reach her moist vagina easier. Connie sucked Alice’s delicate clitoral hood into her mouth where she could tease the soft pink skin with her tongue. She became more turned on as Alice came closer to orgasm.
Connie raised up to follow Alice’s pussy as Alice suddenly arched up on her heels and upper back, and then relaxed. Connie pulled back to see what Alice was doing and then realized she had given Alice a very intense orgasm. Connie leaned back and then smiled when she thought about her powerful accomplishment.
“Hey, bitch,” Dora called her. “Crawl your ass over here.”
“Yes mistress,” Connie said as she quickly crawled to move in front of Dora. She began the same way by kissing and licking Dora’s thighs softly as she moved toward Dora’s untrimmed thatch of brown hair. She used the hair to pull Dora’s lips apart to find that Dora had practically no inner lips, just a tiny hard sensitive nub of flesh that was her clitoris. Connie placed her lips over it and began to suck gently, while putting the first and middle fingers of her right hand into Dora’s pussy.
Connie continued to kiss and lick Dora’s pussy and carefully pushed all 4 of her right-hand fingers into Dora. Connie folded her thumb to the center of her palm and pushed until she had her entire hand inside. She slowly opened and closed her hand while turning it left and right. Dora didn’t raise up or cry out, like Alice, she just sighed and made a gentle, relaxed moan.
Alice had gotten up, put her black shorts back on and refilled the 2 tall glasses with fresh, cold, iced tea. She set one down for Dora and kept the other for herself.
“Go wash off your face and get back here,” Dora growled at Connie. Connie hurried away and to wash up. She returned a few minutes later to find the 2 women had pulled their lounge chairs closer. They left about 18 inches between the two chairs, and laid a folded beach towel in the middle.
“Get in here and lay on your back,” Dora pointed between the chairs. “On the towel.”
“Pull your legs up,” Alice ordered when Connie was situated to her liking. She let her left hand drop off the arm of her chair and fondle Connie’s pussy. Dora sat in the other chair and reached down with her right hand to squeeze and knead Connie’s breasts and gently pull Connie’s sensitive nipples.
The women laid in the recliners and talked about their children in school and the newest kindergarten teachers while they nonchalantly masturbated Connie’s pussy and fondled her breasts. Connie laid there on the deck between the chairs at the mercy of the two women. She tried to shift around and move a little to find some relief from the constant manipulations and found she was not allowed to move away.
By the time the men returned from their fishing ‘expedition’ Connie was exhausted from the constant stimulation and orgasms. She was left lying on the deck-top between the chairs as they wrapped their fish and said their good-byes to Carl. No one bothered to say good-bye to Connie or even look her way as they left.
“Well how did that go?” Carl sat in one of the chairs. Connie still laid between them on the porch.
“That was the most intense time of my whole life,” she raised upon her elbows to talk to Carl. “Now I see why the slavegirls seem so happy all the time.” She stood up and looked directly at Carl. “Please, Master Carl,” she begged in her sweetest voice. “Will you allow this little bitch to be your slave girl,” she closed her eyes and smiled wantonly.
“For real,” she added seriously.
“You know what you’d be giving up?” Carl asked cautiously.
“I know what I won’t have to ever worry about again.” She said with finality.
“No more designer clothes, actually no clothes at all,” he said seriously. “Ever.” She smiled a wry smile, and nodded slowly.
“I’ll just have to concern myself with satisfying you, right?” she stepped closer and whispered in his ear.
“Suppose I wanted you to suck-off a dog?” he asked seriously. She closed her eyes as though considering for a moment. Connie smiled and nodded slowly, her eyes never left Master Carl’s face.
“I’ll do anything that you might want, any thing that might satisfy you in some way,” she raised her right hand as though swearing an oath. “As a matter of fact I’ll stay naked from right now, on forever.”
“I think we should talk about this again after we get back home.”
“Oh, that sounds sensible,” she agreed. “Meany. You get me all turned on for this and then want to wait for a while.”
Connie didn’t want to put on any clothes when they stopped for her luggage on the way out to the road for the trip home. Carl opened his suitcase and found a white sleeveless T-shirt. Connie slipped it over her head and stood for Carl to see. The shirt was quite large on her body, the arm openings left the sides of her breasts uncovered and, to her delight, when she moved her dark nipples peeked out. The end of the shirt was clear to mid-thigh on Connie, so she took it off and with Carl’s pocket knife she hacked off the tail, to end just below her pussy in the front. The back was so short that the very bottom of her butt was left uncovered even when she stood still.
“I like it,” Carl said as he looked critically at Connie’s t-shirt alterations. “But we may have to try again in a bit.” She smiled and pulled the shirt off over her head, and threw it on the ground.
“I really do understand how slavegirls feel,” she turned to Carl. “At first I just thought they were to be used however I wanted, but they were using me.”
“Yesterday when Alice and Dora ‘forced’ me to let them play with my pussy, I was in heaven,” she looked at the ground. “I just laid there while they gave me orgasm after orgasm, and when everybody came back I just laid there naked,” her bare breasts jiggled as she threw her arms up. “And it wasn’t my problem.” She walked to the car and sat in the seat naked.
“I want to be your slavegirl,” she said out the open window. “Today, I want to be your slavegirl.” Connie turned an sat facing the front of the car.
“How sure of this can you be, just right now?” he walked to the side of the BMW SUV.
“It isn’t just right now,” she looked up at him. “I’ve wondered for a long time how Kimi and Kari can be so contented with nothing, and I have all this stuff and still wonder what to do.” She closed her eyes and then smiled.
“This weekend I found that answer, they are ahead in this game. Now I want to have that.” She looked around for Carl, but he was talking on his cell-phone. “Did you hear me?” He nodded as he put his phone away.
“I was calling my ground control,” he opened the trunk and took out Connie’s biggest suitcase. “If you get dressed, we can go to the airfield and take the company plane to Savanna, be there tonight.” He placed her suitcase on the ground and stepped back. “Mistress Elena’s Academy has a place open starting in two days,” he said seriously.
“If you’re still interested.” She threw the door open and leapt out, already running when her bare feet hit the ground.
Connie looked small and a little scared as she grasped the pen, the papers in front of her on Mistress Elena’s desk were real and forever. She wore a casual beige linen suit over a light tan silk shirt. The sleek skirt was quite short and the long jacket had 3/4 length sleeves. Connie took a deep breath and signed the contract. Mistress Elena had 4 more copies that also needed original signatures. When she was done she sat back in the chair. Mistress Elena picked up the copies as the Notary finished certifying each signature. She looked the papers over critically and when she was satisfied she smiled and nodded to Carl.
“See you in three weeks,” he said to Mistress Elena as he walked to the door with the Notary. He held the door as she walked out to the parking area with him. He handed her a $100 bill, “Thanks for your help.”
“Get out of my chair,” Mistress Elena said bluntly. She sat down after Connie stood up.
“Go around in front of my desk,” Elena ordered. “See that waste basket right there?” she didn’t wait for an answer. “Take off those clothes and toss them in it.”
Connie smiled and began disrobing, first the linen jacket, into the trash can. She stepped out of the black leather shoes and picked each one up and dropped it on top of the jacket. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor while she unbuttoned the silk blouse. Connie just had her white lace bra and matching thong panties, when she stopped.
“What are you waiting for?” Mistress Elena asked.
“Nothing,” Connie smiled. “This is the last time, and I wanted to enjoy it.” She took a deep breath and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her red/brown nipples contracted in the cool air of the office, she hooked her thumbs in the waist strap of her white satin and lace thong and pushed it down. She stepped out of the panties and picked them up with the toes of her left foot and dropped the panties in the waste basket on top of the other garments.
“You really are looking forward to this aren’t you?” Mistress Elena asked. Connie smiled and nodded.
“Then let’s get started,” was Mistress Elena’s ominous response. She discretely pressed a small button on the side of her desk, and Miss Lynne came into the room quickly. Today she wore a beige lace dress that left her large breasts and pussy fully displayed. She wasn’t allowed to wear a dress that partially covered her anymore. Mistress Elena decided the Lynne felt too powerful and treated some of the slavegirls in training too poorly.
“Lynne, this is Alia,” Mistress Elena watched Connie’s surprise. Mistress Elena was surprised too, when the naked slavegirl didn’t try to correct her name, but Alia’s eyes widened without a sound. “Your owner changed your name to Alia,” Elena said coolly. “He preferred it to the old name.” Mistress Elena nodded slightly to Lynne, and handed a small gaily wrapped package to her. Lynne opened it to find Alia’s leather collar with a silver buckle and silver rings front and rear for leash attachments. Alia stood still while Lynne buckled the collar around her sleek neck.
“Alia,” Lynne put her hand on Alia’s naked shoulder. “It’s time to go and get checked over by the doctor. He doesn’t wait for slavegirls.” She led Alia to the rear door of Mistress Elena’s office, which led into a short hallway.
“I’m sure you’ve seen one of these before,” the doctor said as he waited for Alia to climb up onto the clean, cool, stainless steel tabletop.
“Your butt near the end and your feet in the stirrups, dear.” The doctor looked toward Lynne, “This is a pretty little bitch, Lynne.”
“I’m sure you remember Kari,” Lynne said softly. “Same owner.”
When Alia was in the correct position he stepped between her shapely knees and began his examination of her pussy. Gently he inserted his gloved fingers between Alia’s sleek smooth inner lips. The doctor carefully probed her cervix, and inserted his gloved forefinger into her uterus.
“Does that hurt?” the doctor asked as Alia shifted slightly.
“Oh, god NO_” she exclaimed. “Not at all. Your fingers feel so nice.”
“This next part may be a bit uncomfortable,” the doctor said through his white paper mask. He picked up a small zippered kit from a drawer on the side of the examination table. “I’m inserting the caterpillar I.U.D, and it may cause a little discomfort.”
“Is that doctor talk for ‘it’s gonna hurt like hell?” she asked softly.
“Shouldn’t be that bad,” was his whole answer. He slowly pushed the lubricated stainless steel insertion tube into Alia, through her round cervix. and into her uterus. All in one smooth deft movement the doctor pressed the plunger on the end and withdrew the smooth tool. He left the caterpillar IUD that filled Alia’s uterus.
“Did it hurt, real bad?” he asked.
“No, just a little tender.”
“Should stop in just a few minutes,” the doctor responded.
Next they walked to the tattoo shop where Michael was waiting to apply Alia’s I.S.R. number, Master Carl’s and Mistress Elena’s Logo’s. Alia walked into the parlor and sat in the white porcelain and red leather dental type chair indicated. She sat quietly while Miss Lynne and Mr. Michael fastened the straps over her wrists. Michael adjusted the chair higher and tipped back while Lynne retrieved the rest of the wide black straps from the white wooden, cupboard near the curtained door to the back of the shop.
They quickly buckled the straps around each ankle and over her upper chest and around her shoulders and lastly; around each thigh. The thigh straps kept Alia’s thighs spread quite wide apart, and Michael found that waiting until she was already strapped helplessly into the chair was easier to handle.
“Why do I have to have my legs so far apart,” Alia asked softly. “Are you going to tattoo right in my pussy?”
“No not right in your pussy,” Michael chuckled softly. “But pretty close, and I need the room to work,” he added. He turned to get his tattooing equipment ready and Alia shivered slightly while she waited.
He turned back to compare shades of ink to see which would look best on the russet colored skin of Alia’s right areola. He had pink and light orange colored squares of cardboard to hold next to each other and Alia’s nipple. Against her nipple the light orange looked best. Michael laid the curved stencil on her right areola while he finished getting ready. He turned back to remove the stencil and to see that the blue lines transferred sufficiently for him to make good sharp-edged lines.
“Sit very still,” he cautioned, “we don’t want blurry or funny lookin’ numbers.” He began to work the ink into the dark russet skin around Alia’s right nipple. She gasped slightly, but sat as still as she could. He finished soon and stepped back to see the work, “160249_ was permanently etched into Alia’s right areola.
Michael adjusted the chair so she was laying nearly flat to apply the “LCR” on her flat brown belly, just an inch above her sensitive Mons. The last tattoo was Mistress Elena’s Academy Logo, a large “E” on the left side of her left breast. It was large enough that the top and bottom of the letter wrapped around the top and bottom of Alia’s firm left breast.
When the tattooing was completed Miss Lynne stepped forward with a brown cardboard box. She took out a permanent, matte stainless-steel collar and wrist cuffs, custom made for Alia. Michael held the collar while Lynne lifted Alia’s long very dark brown hair. The collar was snug enough that Alia’s hair had to be moved out of the way. The collar had 3 tabs on one end and 3 slots on the other side, and no hinge. Michael had to pull it open enough to get in place. When he was satisfied he carefully fitted the tabs into the slots until he heard the clicks of the tabs locking. This collar was a newer variation of the same basic collar Kari wore. Where Kari’s had epoxy and hardener poured into a tiny hole in the side, this one had no openings at all and the locking mechanism was totally automatic, but just as permanent.
“Oh, god,” Alia said softly. “I didn’t realize,,, just,,just,,how permanent this would feel.” She moaned softly, and started to hyper-ventilate. Lynne moved quickly to get a leash onto Alia’s collar and start to get the straps holding her to the chair unbuckled, Michael started on the straps on the other side of the chair.
Lynne quickly led Alia out the door to the tiny bricked courtyard at the rear of the little, light gray stucco covered building. She led Alia to a small grass covered patch.
“Right here,” Lynne said as Alia began to throw up on the ground. Alia finally stopped and began to sob.
“You'll feel better in a little bit,” Lynne said as she patted Alia's shoulder. She led Alia away to her cell without another word. Lynne finished the wrist cuffs in the courtyard and pulled Alia’s wrists together behind her back. She secured them together with a single padlock.
“Are these permanent too, Miss Lynne?” Alia asked. She was worried now, the carefree lifestyle she had imagined was turning out to be a bit scary.
“No,” Lynne smiled. “Just for a coupl’a weeks. To keep you under control, at first.”
Alia knelt quietly in her cell, near the door. She hadn’t said a word since the little incident in the tattoo parlor.
“Am I really just a sort of a pet, now?” Alia asked cautiously. Lynne didn’t answer, she just nodded slowly, as she pursed her lips.
“We all are,” Lynne said after a few minutes.
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