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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 39
Julie Jackson was excited when she received the invitation to the special
party at the Heath and Beauty Spa. The card from Miranda had arrived early in
the morning. The buxom brunette sat at her desk all day, fingering the card and
staring at the clock. She finally decided to leave work early.
On the way out, she paused at the door to look around at the young women in
the office. How would they get by without her being there to watch them
continuously? Someone needed to keep them in line. She wondered if she could
get away with chaining them to their desks.
Miranda was not there when she arrived. The receptionist smiled politely
and suggested she take a seat. Julie sat in the first chair but did not rest.
The fingers of her right hand drummed on the seat of the chair next to her. She
was anxious for the fun to begin.
"I am certain someone will be along for you in a second."
The receptionist gave the buxom brunette another empty smile.
Julie thought she waited for an hour but it was only a few minutes before
the door to the back opened.
"Julie?"
She did not recognize the woman who stood there, but she wore the same
white satin minidress Miranda wore. She reasoned this woman was one of the other
employees of the spa.
"Miranda is busy right now. Do you want to get started? Or do you want to
wait for her?"
Julie answered the twin questions by coming to her feet. She was anxious
for this episode to begin.
She glanced at the doors on the right and left as she followed the woman
down the corridor. The beautiful brunette wondered what was going on behind
them. She imagined each door hid a free woman who was tied, gagged and
completely enjoying herself.
The woman stopped at one door. The door was locked but the key hung from a
hook on the wall next to it.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, and we can get started."
"What about Jane?"
"She will be along soon. I guess she was not lucky enough to be able to
get off work early."
Julie needed only a minute to remove all her clothes. When the last garment
landed on the floor, she stood with her right arm folded across her large boobs
and her left hand covering her pubic area.
"That is no way to stand. Lock your hands together behind your head and
pull your elbows that so your chest sticks out. You have very large boobs and
you should be proud of them. There are few women who have them as large is you
do, and you should shown them off every chance you can."
Julie quickly complied. Raising both arms over her head, she laced her
fingers together. As she brought them down, she pulled back so her hands passed
behind the back of her head. She wanted to look down to see how far forward her
boobs protruded, but she fought the temptation. She stared straight ahead as she
pulled her elbows back.
What the woman said was true. Hers were quite large. She had every right
to be proud of them.
"Walk over here in front of me and face the door."
Keeping her hands locked together behind her head, the buxom brunette
walked to the desired position in the room, and turned to face the door.
The woman in the white minidress waited until Julie was in position before
retrieving a wooden bar from up against the wall. Next to it was a large handle
on a winch. Pulling the locking pin from the handle to free it, she swung the
handle about in a circle several times.
Julie followed the chain from the winch up the wall. There was a pulley at
the junction of the wall and ceiling, and another immediately over her head.
When she looked up, the end of the chain was a meter over her head. As the
woman turned the handle, the chain dropped toward her until it was at head
level. There was a hook at the end of the chain.
The woman stuck the pin back in the handle to keep the winch from turning
further on its own. As she turned toward Julie, she picked up the wood bar.
Julie thought it was a spreader bar, and to some extent it was, but this
one was not meant to keep her feet apart. Rather, it was designed to secure her
wrists. The woman moved her hands to the middle of the bar as she advanced on
the naked beauty. As she drew closer, Julie saw there was a ring on the wood
bar in the center between her hands. The woman held the bar in the air so she
could hook the ring. When the woman let go, the ends of the bar moved up and
down.
The woman selected a pair of leather cuffs from a wardrobe in one corner of
the room. She tucked one in her belt as she walked back to Julie.
First, she pulled the brunette's right hand in front of her so she could
wrap the leather cuff about her wrist. The cuff itself was six centimeters wide.
Another strap, two centimeters wide, was attached to it. When this one was
buckled, the leather cuff was held securely about the naked woman's wrist. What
she had it snug, she pulled the leather, in Julie's arm up toward the end of one
side of the bar where there was a ring. On the leather cuff there was a clasp.
She attached to the ring.
The wood bar sagged down under the weight of the beautiful brunette's arm.
When she saw what was happening, Julie raised her left arm. By the time she had
her arms raised far enough that the bar was reasonably parallel to the floor,
the woman was fastening the second cuff about her other wrist. In seconds, she
had Julie's hands secured over her head.
The woman ignored the captive again as she walked back to the winch. As she
turned the handle, she shortened the chain, slowly pulling the buxom brunette's
hands over her head. She continued to turn the handle until Julie had to stand
on her tiptoes.
The woman then moved to a small wooden cabinet on the wall opposite the
wardrobe. She pulled out the top drawer without finding what she sought. In the
second drawer down, she pulled out a ball gag.
The woman stepped around behind her.
"Open your mouth real wide."
As soon as she did that, the woman brought the bright red rubber ball
around in front of Julie's face. She held it with her fingertips, but once she
had it wedged in between the beautiful brunette's teeth, she slid her hand
forward so she could use the palm to shove rubber ball completely in. As she
pulled the ball back, Julie's head moved also. The woman put her left hand
against the back of the brunette's head to hold it steady.
In just a few seconds she had the rubber ball filling Julie's mouth. The
buxom captive brought the tip of her tongue over the curve of the ball. Just a
few days ago, the thought of enjoying a rubber ball in her mouth would have been
shocked her. Now she enjoyed it a lot.
She wondered what other kind of gags they had. Perhaps on her next visit
she could get them to time something different on her. Perhaps a bit gag or a
ring gag would be nice.
While Julie thought about the ball in her mouth, the woman made certain
that it would not come out. A two-centimeter wide, black leather strap passed
through a hole in the center of the rubber ball. With experienced hands, the
woman slid the working end through the buckle on the other end. As she pulled
the strap tight, she drew the rubber ball deeper into Julie's mouth. The thumb
of her left hand pushed the pin through a hole in the strap. She tucked the end
of the strap through the buckle and the loop.
Now, not only was Julie helplessly bound, she was in capable of yelling for
help.
Not that she really wanted someone to help her. She was enjoying herself.
She had grown used to being bound and gagged.
And of course, she would not want anyone to see her bound, gagged and naked
as she was.
The mistress pulled the pins from Julie's hair, allowing it to fall free.
She reached down for a hairbrush but discovered she had none. She had to be
content to pull Julie's long tresses free and allow gravity to work on them.
The woman in white minidress walked toward the door. Her job was done. At
the door she paused and looked back at Julie. There was no need for a polite
smile now.
"Someone will be along to dress you soon."
Julie's experience in bondage was limited, but she was beginning to enjoy
it. She knew she had to worry about someone see knew walking through the door.
What if it was some once she knew? What if it was Nancy? She would be so
embarrassed if someone she knew saw her like this.
She struggled a couple of minutes with her bondage, knowing that she would
not be able to get free. She wiggled her hands to convince herself that escape
was impossible. All she could do was wait there, her hands secured over her
head, until they came for her.
Julie waited helplessly for five minutes before the door opened. In walked
a woman dressed in a black leather catsuit. Behind her, at the end of leashes,
came two slave girls dressed as French maids. The entire motif of their outfits
was black and white. The dresses themselves were black satin with white lace
trim, but even their gags matched the color pattern with black straps and white
rubber balls. They wore shoulder-length black satin gloves.
The French maids had their hands in front of them as their wrists were
connected by handcuffs. A short chain ran from the cuffs to be up a ring on
their slave collars.
Besides being secured to their mistress by the leashes, the two were
chained together. Julie saw that a short chain connected their collars and
shackles and chains connected the right ankle of one to the left ankle of the
other.
They stopped when their mistress stopped. She glanced in Julie's direction
before pointing to the floor with the index finger of her left hand. The pair of
captives fell to their knees to await their mistress's pleasure.
The woman ignored them for the moment, dropping the leash on the floor
before walking to the cabinet. Reading the message on a piece of paper, she
moved slowly toward Julie. A quick inspection told her all was in order.
As the leather-clad mistress moved around Julie, she pulled a key from a
leather belt. It took her only seconds to remove the chains and handcuffs from
the French maids. The two remained kneeling, their hands together in front as
though they still wore the handcuffs. They stared straight ahead while their
mistress worked on their bondage.
Julie stared at them, wondering what it would be like to own a slave girl
as obedient as those two were.
"Get her dressed."
She gestured in Julie's direction as she snapped her fingers. The two
French maids bounded to their feet. They knew what to do without further
instructions as they had been through this routine often before. Their high
heeled sandals "clicked" on the floor as they rushed to the wardrobe. The only
items hanging inside were those for Julie to wear. Each grabbed a sheer black
stocking from a hanger and rushed to be the first to get hers on the brunette.
One slave girl knelt in front of each of Julie's legs to pull the sheer
black stockings up them. The luscious brunette could not see if the stockings
had a seam up the back, but she soon decided that they did. When the slave
girls had the stockings of all the way to her upper thighs, they moved around
behind her. She felt them tugging and pulling on the stockings, no doubt
straightening the seams. When they had them straight, each cupped one of
Julie's legs near the ankle and pull all the wrinkles from the stockings.
Julie knew they were done when they came to their feet. She heard the
clicking of their high heels on the floor. She turned her head to what they were
going to her next.
The slave girls had returned in the wardrobe to get more clothing. One
knelt in front of her with a pair of high heeled sandals. Raising Julie's right
foot in the air, she maneuvered it about so she could fit the toe in the shoe.
Since the captive stood on her tiptoes to take the weight off her wrists, her
feet already were in the right position for the shoes.
One strap across the top of a foot and another about her ankle kept the
captive from removing the sandals. The kneeling slave girl turned her attention
to the other foot to repeat the process.
The other slave girl fitted a black satin garter belt about Julie's hips to
hold up the stockings. She hooked the ends together and made a few adjustments
so it fit perfectly. Next, she adjusted the length of the straps so she could
attach the tabs to the tops of the stockings.
The two slave girls finished about the same time. (They had done this so
often that the mistresses knew how to break down the job so they finished at the
same time.) Quickly they ran to the wardrobe to get more clothing for Julie to
wear.
It took the slave girl only a few seconds to get the buxom brunette to step
into the white cotton miniskirt. This garment was so short it barely covered her
bottom. The slave girl pulled the zipper up in back and snapped the ends
together.
The extremely tight miniskirt would not come off without assistance.
While she did that, the other slave girl secured Julie's oversize boobs in
the white satin triangles of the halter top. A thin satin ribbon, tied in a bow,
connected the two cups. Slightly more substantive strings ran around behind her
back and up to her chest to the back of her neck. Both strings were tied
together in simple bows.
A tug on the free end of any bow would cause Julie titties to fall out of
the halter top.
Julie felt herself becoming aroused by the mere thought of her
vulnerability.
Compared to most slave girls, Julie was rather overdressed. To a free
woman though, she was almost naked. It was worse than that as the abbreviated
outfit emphasized the lusciousness of her body.
The French maid slave girls made another trip to the wardrobe to get
bondage for Julie. As they approached the captive, the leather-clad mistress
attached a chain leash to Julie's collar.
While the mistress stood in front of her so she could not run off, the two
slave girls put her in the bondage. One maneuvered her arms without so each hand
was at the elbow of the other. The other wrapped a broad, black leather strap
about Julie's forearms. This strap was wide enough that it went from one upper
arm to the other. At each end there was a leather cuff. While one slave held
the broad strap about Julie's forearms, the other fastened several smaller
straps around the larger strap. With the cuffs attached to her upper arms, she
was once again a helpless prisoner.
Julie could struggle a little but she certainly could not get free.
When the mistress pulled on the leash, Julie had no choice but to follow.
The leather-clad mistress led the nearly naked captive toward the door. She
was not ready to leave quite yet. At the door she attached the end of the leash
to a ring on the wall.
As she walked toward the French maids, she snapped her fingers and pointed
toward the floor. The two slave girls knelt with their hands together in front
of them. Julie turned about to watch as the mistress locked the two in the same
chain bondage they had been in when they entered the room. The mistress pulled
up on the leash, forcing the two to rise. She led them to a wall where she
tethered them.
The mistress returned to Julie. A single jerk on the leash was enough to
get her to walk forward. Julie was in the hallway before she realized it. Behind
her was the safety of the room. She was now out in public, sort of, where other
people could see her.
She glanced from one side to the other in fear that she would see somebody
she knew. She was glad to see that their destination was the storage room near
the dock. She had visions of going to the same club where she had gone before.
She guessed that was why they had not put panties on her.
She could hardly wait.
Again the mistress said nothing to Julie as she attached her end of the
leash to a ring on the wall. Julie watched as she walked away. She could only
wait until they were ready for her.
Julie had to wait several minutes before someone came for her. Two more
women in black leather pulled leather slave sacks from a cabinet. One they left
on the floor. The other they spread out directly in front of the loading dock
doors.
Using the leash, one mistress brought the helpless captive over so she
stood in the center of the leather sack.
"Kneel!"
Julie lower her left knee to the floor, then brought her right down to join
it. Before she could lower her bottom, the other mistress stepped behind her
with a leather strap. It took only seconds to wrap the strap about the kneeling
woman's ankles and buckle it. She attached a short chain to a ring on the strap
and threaded under Julie's arms in back down to the leather cuff. This kept the
captive from rising from that position.
There were several different types of slave sacks. This one had eight
triangular panels connected by heavy industrial zippers. In seconds they had
Julie encased in leather.
That was how the luscious brunette spent the next half hour. She wondered
what they intended to do to her, but she was in no position to ask. The
position was not very comfortable, but neither was it painful.
She turned her head as far to the left as she could when she heard the
clicking of high heels on the floor. The same mistress who had overseen her
dressing and bondage appeared in sight. Behind her was Jane.
She wore the same outfit as Julie. When she paraded past, Julie saw that
she was bound in the same manner.
It took them only a few minutes to secure Jane in a slave sack next to
Julie. The two helpless captives knelt facing the dock doors without being able
to move around, defend themselves, or complain.
In many ways, they were being treated as typical slave girls.
The two spent the next hour in that position before they saw someone come
through a small door leading outside. The place was soon full of leather wearing
women who pulled the doors open to reveal a wagon outside.
Others attached chains to rings on the outside of Julie's slave sack.
Before pulling, they spun her about so she looked away from the door. They
pulled her backwards through the doors and onto the bed of the wagon.
In that position, Julie could see them drag Jane out to join her. With the
tailgate closed, she could see nothing as the wagon started forward.
