NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 17
A NEW SLAVE
Tom and Elaine had been gone for about ten days, and Mistress Ilsa and slut
were still at the country estate. The days were beginning to shorten and a crisp
bite was in the morning air. The fall foliage would soon engulf the landscape,
painting the woods in a vibrant splash of dazzling colors. slut had been
adhering to the strict work-out schedule that Elaine had left for her. Each day,
she spent in three one hour sessions. First, there came fifteen minutes on the
mini-trampoline, to strengthen and give definition to her thighs and calves.
Next, fifteen minutes on the bongo board was in order. This was to make her
ankles strong, for Elaine was building her up to try the 7 inch heeled pony
boots. Finally, a full thirty minutes was devoted to practicing her steps and
prancing. When she wasn't working out, slut was busy with a myriad of domestic
labors before the house could be closed up for the winter. The windows were
washed, drapes cleaned and re-hung, furniture draped in sheets, rugs vacuumed,
and silver polished.
One night, at dinner, Mistress announced, "We'll be leaving for the city in
the morning, slut. I want you to pack my bags this evening, but first, I want
you to take a walk out to the field with Me, I wish to see whore's monument one
more time."
After the meal was through, slut helped Ilsa into a light jacket, and off
they headed through the woods, down the path to the field. slut was naked, of
course, so the chilly night air caused her to shiver as she walked barefoot
behind her Mistress. When they reached the stone that marked whore's grave,
Mistress commanded, "Lift My skirt, slut."
"Yes, Mistress," slut replied, as she reached for the hem of the midi length
skirt. Mistress then straddled the marker and relieved Herself on the stone.
"Something to remember me by, whore," She whispered to the wind.
slut busied herself with the task of packing Ilsa's things and loading them
in the trunk of the car. It was after eleven when she had completed her chores.
Mistress chained her to the foot of the bed, on the floor for the night, and
grabbing a stiff nipple, She twisted it and said, "Sleep tight, slave."
The drive back to Manhattan found slut in the passenger seat, naked, hands
cuffed behind her back, and Mistress at the wheel. She stopped near a group of
high school kids walking to school and feigned a need for directions, laughing
as the boys stammered out some words while ogling the naked woman in the front
seat. "I wonder what they'll say when their parents ask what they did at school
today," Mistress laughed. Slut laughed too, and was startled to realize that it
was her predicament that she found amusing.
Mistress didn't pull the car into the garage under her building. Instead, She
opted for a parking spot on the street a few doors down, making slut walk, naked
up the sidewalk and up the front steps, making four trips to bring in the
luggage. It was almost 4:00 in the afternoon before slut had emptied the
suitcases and put away all of Mistress' things. she then began her exercise
regimen, when the front doorbell rang. Still not used to answering the door
naked, slut blushed a bit when she opened the door to find a young girl on the
step, no more than twenty or twenty-one years old. "May I help you," slut
inquired?
"Yes, thank you," she said, staring at the naked slave before her. "I have an
appointment with Mistress Ilsa."
"Please come in, and I'll tell Her you are here. What is your name?"
"I'm Bryanne Ellis, my boy friend sent me here."
"Make yourself comfortable, and I will go find Mistress Ilsa," slut said,
turning for the stairs. she wondered to herself who this young girl might be as
she knocked softly on the bedroom door.
"Yes, slut, what is it," Mistress called through the closed door?
"There is a young girl who says she has an appointment with You, Mistress,
her name is Bryanne Ellis."
"Tell her I will be down shortly. Stay with her until I come downstairs,
slut, and see that you sit in a chair in front of her, with your legs draped
over the arms. Open yourself to her gaze."
"Yes, Mistress," slut answered.
When she returned downstairs, slut found Bryanne sitting on the sofa. There
was a wing back chair directly in front of the sofa, separated only by a coffee
table. Slut sat down on the chair, and spread her legs wide, dangling her legs
off the arms of the chair, her cunt a gaping hole, her piercings prominently
displayed. "Mistress will join us shortly," she stated.
"Are you a, s s s slave," Bryanne asked shyly?
"I am Mistress' personnel slave."
"Did she do that," she asked, pointing to the scars on slut's breasts?
"Yes. She had me whipped on the one breast, and carved the scars into the
other one with a knife."
"Did she put you to sleep first?"
"Of course not! I wouldn't be able to give Her the present of my pain if I
was asleep."
"What about the rings in your nipples, and pussy?"
"My first owner pierced my nipples, cunt and clitoris before I met Mistress."
"Why is your head shaved?"
"Mistress requires all of Her slaves to be free of hair from head to foot. It
serves as a reminder that I belong to her. That I am completely naked for Her,
that I hide nothing from Her. All that I am is for Her. All that I have is Hers
for the taking. My joy comes from being near Her and being allowed to service
Her needs."
"Slut is My slave, Bryanne," Mistress said as She entered the room, "what she
does, is for Me. she owes her existence to Me, for My pleasure and enjoyment
alone, without question or pause. slut is a true slave."
"Thank you, Mistress," slut gratefully said, as she got down out of the chair
and began to worship her Mistress' boots.
Bryanne watched silently as slut began licking the mud spattered boots on her
Mistress' feet. Gradually working her way up each boot, one to the other, until
they were clean and shining. "you missed a spot, slave," Mistress remarked,
lifting her right foot, exposing the sole. slut eagerly cleaned the sole of the
boot, and didn't stop until Mistress put her right foot down and lifted the left
for the same respect.
"Fetch me a cane, slave!"
"Certainly, Mistress."
slut crawled over to the window bench and, opening it, removed a birch cane
with her teeth. On all fours, she crawled back and laid it on the ground at
Ilsa's feet. "How many should you receive tonight, cunt?"
"As many as it pleases You to present me with, Mistress."
"Very well then. Present yourself to Me!"
slut stood and bent over the desk, presenting her ass to Mistress. "I should
think twenty would be enough, wouldn't you?"
"Only if that is what You wish, Mistress>"
"Alright then, how about we add a twist. I will give you twenty lashes, unless
you bleed first. If that happens, it will be thirty."
"Thank You, Mistress for Your kindness," slut answered.
Without warning, the cane sliced through the air and cracked across both
cheeks at once. "One thank You, Mistress. Please don't stop."
"Two, thank You Mistress, three,....By eighteen, Mistress stopped and said, I
think I see blood, and wiping it with Her finger, She said, lick it off and see
if I'm right."
"Yes, Mistress, I am bleeding, Thank You! If it please You, my I have the
full thirty?"
"As you wish, slut."
Bryanne watched in total amazement. Dumbfounded at the scene playing out
before her. When the final lash had been delivered, slut got back down on the
floor and again began licking Ilsa's feet.
"slut, Bryanne is going to be staying with us for a week or so. she is
staring a very basic rudimentary slave training for her boy friend. You are not
to touch her in any way unless I give you permission. You are also to never let
her out of your sight. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," slut answered as she continued licking.
"Fine then. Show Bryanne to her room, and then bring her down to the table
for dinner at six.
"Of course, Mistress," slut answered. "Bryanne, please come with me"
