NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 18
BRYANNE'S TALE
The dinner had been a simple and quiet affair. Mistress Ilsa engaged Bryanne
in all manner of small talk, purposely excluding slut throughout the meal.
Finally, as they were enjoying a second cup of espresso, Mistress commanded,
"Bryanne, stand up!"
Bryanne stood at here place at the table. "Come here, and stand before Me!"
Silently, the young girl did as she was told. "slut, remove her clothing. I
wish to see her naked!"
"Yes, Mistress," slut answered, rising from her chair and approaching the
submissive. slut began by kneeling and first removing the shoes, then she stood
and pulled the sweater over Bryanne's head. she deftly undid the button and
zipper which held the pleated plaid skirt in place, and let it drop
unceremoniously to the floor, leaving the poor girl in just her small demi bra
and lacy panties. slut then slid the bra straps off the girl's shoulders,
exposing the tops of her petite breasts, and reaching behind her, she undid the
hooks and dropped the bra to the floor at her feet. Walking behind her, slut
hooked a finger on either side of the panties at the hips, and yanked them down
to the ankles in one swift motion. "Lift your left leg, please," slut said. As
the left came up, she pulled the panties off, and said, "Now the right one."
Bryanne stood naked before Ilsa, trying her best to withstand the temptation
to cover her pubic area and breasts. "Those are lovely little titties, Bryanne,
so adolescent. What size are you?"
"I'm a 31 A, Mistress."
"They're adorable, almost pre-pubescent in size. Why do you bother with a
bra? They'll stay nice and perky for you for a long time, no sagging there. What
are your proportions?"
"I'm just a bit under five feet tall, Mistress, and I weigh 97 pounds. I
wear a 5 1/2 shoe and am 32, 22, 33."
"Nice little bush too. Do you keep it trimmed?"
"No, Mistress. This is how it grows."
"Convenient. No bikini waxing?"
"No, Mistress. I've never had a need for that."
"Turn around for Me and grab your ankles. I wish to see your holes."
Bryanne did as instructed, a flush of red blushed across her cheeks as she
realized how vulnerable she was. "Nice little ass bud. Have you ever been taken
back there?"
"Oh no, Mistress. I could never do that!"
"Oh yes you could, and will, if I so desire it, cunt!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Not as sorry as you will be after I've finished with your training. Now,
spread your cheeks!"
Bryanne grabbed her buttocks with each hand and pulled them wide apart,
revealing her pouting lips and stretched asshole. Suddenly, she gasped out loud,
as Ilsa probed deeply into both openings at the same time. "You're wet already,
bitch! Horny little cunts always drip when they bend over and offer themselves
to Me! slut! Get a pair of clips and put them on her cunt lips. I want to get
her mind focused."
"Yes, Mistress."
slut went over to the window box and found a pair of plastic clips. she held
them in front of her Mistress for approval. "Yes, slut, those will be fine. you
may put them on her."
"Certainly, Mistress. With pleasure." slut knelt behind the bent over girl,
catching a brief whiff of her as she pulled one of the labia down and opened the
clip.
"Ow," Bryanne, cried out! "That hurts!"
"Well of course it does, cunt. Don't be ridiculous! I'm presenting you with
the gift of pain. What do you say to Me?"
"Thank You, Mistress?"
"You're welcome."
"Ow," she again cried, as slut snapped the second clip of the delicate skin.
"Now, Bryanne, you may sit back in your chair. I wish to hear of any past
experiences you have had with S & M, or bondage, or humiliation. slut, while she
tells Me her tale, I want you to lick her cunt. Keep her on the edge, but do not
allow her to cum until I tell you to. If she cums before I allow it, you will
spend the night hanging from your ankles with weights on your nipples. Have I
made Myself clear enough for you?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. I understand."
Bryanne sat back in her chair, gingerly, to avoid disturbing the clips that
bit viciously into her labia. Suddenly, she felt her legs being pushed apart, as
slut crawled between her legs and began to nibble on the tender flesh. A moan
escaped from her as she felt the quick dart of slut's tongue graze her clitoris
and then settle on a clip, tugging it gently with her teeth.
"So, Bryanne, tell Me. Have you ever had any experiences with pain and
humiliation before?"
Bryanne sat for a moment collecting her thoughts, and going back alomost
twenty years in her mind. "Yes, Mistress," she finally spoke. I have."
"Tell Me about it, and don't omit any details"
"Very well, Mistress." Again she paused, and then finally, she began. "From
my earliest youth, I was always attracted to the images and figures of the
crucifixion. The pictures we saw in parochial school, icons in the church, and
the readings always caused strange sensations in my privates, even at the age of
seven. The other kids were pretty repulsed by the images, but I was fascinated
by the idea of the whip, the scourging, stonings, half naked processions through
the public streests, canings, and crucifixions. I looked forward to Easter week
to read and re-read the story.
"My parents used to go out a lot at night, and they left me alone in the
house with no baby sitter. I would go down into the basement where my father had
all of his tools. I used to take off my clothes and pretend I was in a torture
chamber, tying myself up, whipping myself with a bathrobe sash, and working my
way to my father's belts. Sometimes my tormentors were Nazis, sometimes I was a
white girl captured by Indians, or African natives. I never shared these
fantasies with anyone, I always acted them out alone."
"Did you ever get caught?"
"I came real close one night. I was tied up in the basement, naked, whipping
myself on the chest with a belt, when I heard the garage door open. My parents
had gotten into a fight at the bar, and my mother had left my father there and
come home by herself early. I had just managed to wriggle out of the ropes when
she called out to see where I was. I yelled up the stairs that I was in the
basement working on a class project. Thank God she was as embarassed to see me
as I was to see her!. She just said she was going to take a bath and go to bed.
I got dressed real fast and put away the ropes and belt."
"Did that stop you?"
"Nooooooo, Mistress," Bryanne moaned, as slut sucked on her now swollen clit.
"Ooooh,,,,,,aaaaaaah.....ooooooh."
"Well?"
"I.....uh.....I kept up with my fantasies, and by about the age of nine, I
used to sneak out of the house late at night, around two or three AM. At first I
would just quietly get out of the house, and then I would walk down the block to
where I-95 cuts through our neighborhood. I would then strip off my clothes and
expose myself to the cars and trucks. There weren't many at that hour, of
course. As I got a bit braver, I would hide my clothes in the bushes, and then
run across the highway naked. I'd hide in the shrubs and then have to work my
way back. Sometimes I would do this earlier in the night, when my parents had
just left for the bar. One rainy night, I was bold enough to sneak out of the
house in the nude, leaving my clothes in the house. I went down to the
interstate, climbed the fence, and stood and masturbated as the headlights
washed over me. A car stopped that night, and I had to scramble over the fence
and run home, ducking behind hedges when cars came.
"When I was twelve, a new girl moved into our neighborhood. She was from the
Philippines, Ankura was her name. She was about fifteen I think. She had a dark
complexion and a heavy accent. She moved in mid-year, so she didn't make any
friend at her high school, so she used to hang around with me. I never had any
friends either, so we would talk a lot about school and being lonely, not having
friends, and stuff like that. Most kids made fun of me because I was skinny and
hadn't started puberty yet, so I was alone a lot. Also, having alcoholic parents
made it really hard to invites kids over to the house, because you never knew
what might happen.
"Gradually, we began taking walks around the area, on the bridle path near
the railroad tracks and golf course on the other side of the interstate in the
Bronx. One day, she asked me if I would accept a dare. I said, okay, and she
said that she wanted me to take off my shirt and give it to her. I did what she
said, and we kept on walking down the bridle path, as if nothing was wrong. A
couple of riders rode by on horseback, but with my flat chest and short hair,
they probably thought I was a boy.
"After they had gone, Ankura told me to take off all the rest of my clothes
and give them to her. Again I did what she said. She rolled them all up in a
tight bundle and sprinted off down the path away from me. I ran after her in a
panic, but I wasn't fast enough to catch up with her. There I was, naked and
alone on the bridle path, when I heard another group of horses coming down the
path. Quickly, I jumped into some bushed to hide from them as they passed by. I
got all scratched and cut up from the branches. A few minutes after the riders
had gone, Ankura came walking back down the path toward me, but without my
clothes! She told me that I could find them next to the exit sign on the
interstate, and if I wanted to get them, I was have to walk out there and get
them.
"I snuck up the path, listening for horses, till I got to a gap in the fence.
I ducked under it and made my way through the bushes to where I could see the
road sign. My clothes were where she said they'd be, on the shoulder of the
road. I tried to time it so no cars were coming when I dashed out to get the
clothes, but I wasn't fast enough to get back before a bunch of car horns went
off telling me that I'd been spotted. I got back through the fence and found
Ankura laughing at me."
"Was that it?"
"Well, on the way back home, she asked if I liked playing 'our little game,'
and I had to admit that I did. Ankura said that she was glad and that we would
play again real soon."
"Tell me about your next walk."
"The next Saturday, she called me up and told me to meet her by the fence
where we would cut over the interstate. I met her and we went for our 'walk' on
the bridle path. She asked me if I wanted to take another dare, and I replied
that I would. This time, she made me walk out to the exit sign and take off my
clothes right there on the shoulder! When I was naked she let me come back
through the fence and she took my clothes from me. She said that from now on, I
was to bring a backpack with me to put my clothes in, and that I was to strip as
soon as we crossed the highway, without her having to ask me to. I then was to
put my clothes in the backpack and give them to her. We walked down the path
till we came to some pricker bushes, and she tossed my bundle of clothes into
the prickers. Then we walked down the path till we got to the golf course. There
were lots of golfers out, and she told me that I had to run across the fairway.
She hid behind a big rock and watched as I ran in front of a group of men. I was
really scared, but they didn't do anything except yell at me to get off the
course. I hid behind some trees till they had gone, then Ankura called over to
me and said I had to walk back to her. This time it was a mixed group of men and
women who were coming down the fairway. One of the women was a friend of my
mother's! She didn't see my face, but they were really mad and chased me in the
their golf carts. We ran back to the bridle path and Ankura took a detour over
by the railroad tracks. She took some string out of her pocket and tied me
between two trees, about ten feet from the tracks. I was tied like that, with
Ankura watching, while three different trains went by."
"When it came time to go, she gave me two chpoices; I could either go into
the pricker bush on my own to get my clothes, or she would shove me in."
"Which did you choose?"
"I couldn't make up my mind, so she pushed me into the bush, and I tripped
into the prickers. She told me that I now could experience both choices, as I
would have to crawl out on my own. I got scratched and cut pretty badly."
"Which do you think was better, going at your own speed, or being thrown in?"
"I never could decide, Mistress. The initial pain and shock from being pushed
in was sever, but my going slowly wasn't any better. I mean, I'd get a stab in
my foot, which would make me turn suddenly, and I get one in the leg or stomach
in return. I never got used to it, and this became the place where we always hid
my clothes."
"Did you get beyond the exhibition games?"
"We did those kinds of things for about three months. Then, one day, she said
that she wanted to whip me. I couldn't believe it! I didn't tell her that it was
a fantasy of mine to be whipped, and of course I agreed to it. She tied me to
the trees by the tracks again, and used a damp bath towel on me. It really hurt,
a lot more than what I was used to doing to myself, but at the same time it
really excited me too. When she was done, she made me play with myself until I
came for the first time."
"Did she always use a towel to whip you?"
"Only at first. Her favorite was to make me lie back across a rock or fallen
tree and she would whip my thighs and privates with a stick she would break off
a bush. That really hurt a lot, but if I took the beatings really well, she
would sometimes reward me by playing with me till I came."
slut took this as a cue to increase the tempo and pressure of her tongue, so
Bryanne completely missed Mistress' next question.
"Did she mark you with the switch?"
"Oooooooh.......aaaaaaah..........ooooooooh.......whaaaaat?"
"I Said,.....did she mark you with the switch?"
"I'm sorry. Yes, there always were marks from the whippings. But one time,
she said she'd give me a special treat if I asked her to whip me till I bled."
"And what happened?"
"Well, I agreed to her beating me, and she really hurt me, because she had me
lie on my back and pull my ankles apart. She whipped my pussy really hard and I
was crying, but as soon as she cut me, she threw down the stick and went down on
me, gentlt licking me until I came."
"How did you keep your mother from seeing the marks?"
"That was never a problem , because she usually was in bed before I had even
showered, and I was dressed and off to school before she was out of bed."
"Did Ankura ever join you in the basement?"
"Yes, she did. One time after we had gone for our 'walk,' I told her of my
basement fantasies when my parents were out. She said she'd like to see it, and
asked when they went out. I told her that they pretty much went out every night,
but they always went out on Wednesdays. She said that she would come over on
Wednesday night and that I was to leave the back door unlocked and be waiting
for her in the basement.:
"So tell Me what happened."
"The next Wednesday, after my parents left, I unlocked the back door, like
she said, and went downstairs. I got undressed, put a gag in my mouth, put on a
blindfold, and tied myself up."
"How did you tie yourself up?"
"I had a set of eyehooks in the four corners of the door to the half bath we
had in the basement, so I tied my ankles first, then did a thing with a slip
knot for my left hand. I never could figure how to do my right hand, so I just
wrapped the rope around it."
"Did your friend come?"
"Yes, she came. And the first thing she did was tie my right hand properly so
I was completely helpless. Then she touched my body all over, playing with me.
After she had teased me for a while, she started cursing at me and calling me
names, like worthless, and trash, and gutter scum. Then she took my father's
belt and whipped my on my back, thighs and backside. It was exciting to finally
live out my deepest fantasy with her."
"Did she ever control you when you weren't with her?"
"Yes, come to think of it, she did. I almost forgot this part. Just before
she moved away, she did. I went to the local parish school, Blessed Mother, and
Ankura was in the public high school. She got to dress however she wanted, and I
had to wear those stupid uniforms they make you wear! She told me that she
wanted me to think about her more often, so she gave me a new rule. I wasn't
allowed to wear my panties under my uniform skirt, except on gym days. I was
really scared at getting caught, but I was also excited by the idea of getting
caught as well. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes it does, now go on."
"Well, her school let out everyday before ours, so some days she would be
waiting for me at the corner when I'd walk home, so we'd walk together. She
would do things like knock my bookbag to the ground or drop something and make
me bend over and pick it up, just to see it I was doing what she said."
"Did anyone ever see you doing this?"
"Once, she had me do it by the basketball courts, and I know some of the boys
saw>"
"Did she ever do anything to you that bothered you, or you wish she didn't
do?"
"She really loved to take a broken stick and scrap the skin inside my legs
along my pussy with it. I really hated that' She'd scratch the stick back and
forth leaving cuts and scrapes. One time, she scrapped her initials into my
belly, just above my slit. I had no hair there till I was almost fifteen, so it
really stood out. She scraped the stick very hard and dug the initials deep into
my skin. It took a month to disappear."
"Did you two only take your 'walks' on nice days, or did you ever venture out
in bad weather?"
"Mostly, we went out when it was sunny and nice, but there were a few times
when we went out on rainy days, and once we even went out in a snow storm!"
"Tell Me about those times."
"Once, in late May, we went for a 'walk.' It was one of those May days that
hints at an early summer. Hot, humid, and strong sun. We had just crossed the
interstate, when a big thunderstorm came. Ankura had me strip, and we began our
walk. After she whipped me with a stick, she made me roll in the mud in the
bridle path until I was covered in dirt. Then she had me walk down the middle of
the fairway on the golf course, all the golfers had long since retreated to the
clubhouse, I guess, so no one was around. She had me go to the pond that was a
water hazard and rinse off the dirt. While I was doing that, I found a golf
ball, and showed it to her all excited! She told me that I should keep it as a
souvenir, and that we should put it in a special place, so, she had me lie down
on my back, with my legs spread wide, and she pushed the golf ball into my
pussy. She told me I had to keep it there till I got home.
"The other rainy walks were about the same, except I didn't look for anymore
golf balls. The snowy day was not fun for me. It had been snowing all morning,
and we had about four or five inches on the ground and it still was snowing
hard. She called me and told me I was to meet her at the fence where we'd climb
it to cross the highway. I met her there, and she had me strip right there! She
let me keep on my socks and boots, but that was all. It was snowing hard, and
the traffic was moving slowly, so I was seen by a lot of people as we ran across
the road. By the time we'd reached the railroad tracks, I was freezing! I
shivered all over and my teeth were chattering. She said ten more minutes, then
I could get dressed. She tied me between the trees again, and started throwing
snowballs at me, which hurt and made me colder and wetter than I was before.
Then she pulled off her belt and started to whip me. That really hurt because I
was so cold, and I started crying, begging her to stop. But she kept hitting me.
Finally, she stopped and knelt in front of me and licked my pussy, but I was so
cold I couldn't come. She untied me and helped me get dressed. Then we walked
back to her house, I'd never been there before. She took me into the playroom
and wrapped me in blankets, and then made us both some hot chocolate."
"How long did you two play these games?"
"For about a year and a half. One morning, she called me up and said that I
was to meet her at the abandoned shack near the railroad tracks. I was to strip
and throw my clothes down the storm drain, and then wait for her in the shack."
"Did you follow her instructions?"
"Yes, Mistress. I went to the path, took off my clothes and pushed them
through the opening in the drain, then I went to the shack and waited for her.
"I lost all track of time. It could have been fifteen minutes I waited, or
thirty, or even forty-five, I couldn't be sure. But I remember being nervous and
excited at the thought of someone finding me in the shack naked. I got startled
when I heard footsteps and voices coming down the path to the shack. Ankura
walked in with a boy! He was about seventeen years old! I was totally
embarrassed. He just stared at me, and she said, 'See, I told you she'd be
here.' He said something like, ' I can't believe it. I thought you were making
this all up!' She said, 'I told you it was true.' He said, 'what can I get her
to do?' She said, 'anything you want, she's my slave!'"
"So what happened?"
"Well, first, he had me crawl down the path on all fours till I got to the
trees by the tracks. Then he tied my hands and ankles spread-eagled to the
trees. He watched as a few trains passed by, then he pulled off his belt and
gave me a whipping. Ankura kept yelling at him to whip me harder because I liked
it so much.
"After that, Ankura untied me, and they had me walk back up the bridle path
and stand near the interstate and masturbate while the cars went passed. When
they grew tired of this, they had me crawl back to the shack and give them both
orals."
"How long did this go on for?"
"A few hours, I suppose. Between my giving them, both head, they whipped me,
and had me expose myself on the golf course, the interstate and railroad tracks,
so it was a while. Finally, the boy had me climb down into the storm drain and
rub the filth all over my body. Then he let me climb out. Ankura had me lie down
on the bridle path, and they took turns peeing on me. The boy peed on my face
and chest with my mouth opened, and Ankura straddled me and peed on my stomach
and privates. She had me lick her clean when she was through.
Then, they just turned and walked away, leaving me there on the path, covered
in urine and filth. Ankura called back to me over her shoulder that her parents
had sold their house and that she was moving to a different state the next day.
She was giving me all this to remember her by."
"What did you do?"
"I climbed back down into the storm drain and got my clothes on, then I
waited till it was almost dark and snuck home. My parents had left a note that
they were down at the bar for someone's birthday party, so I stripped off my
clothes and threw them in the laundry while I took a shower."
"Thank you for the lovely story, Bryanne. slut, I want to hear her cum now."
"Yes, Mistress," slut replied, as she sank her teeth into the swollen clit
and sucked as hard as she could.
