NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By: Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 19
ERRANDS FOR ILSA
The next morning, as the three women were finishing their breakfast, Ilsa
announced, "slut, I have a list of errands I want you to run for Me." And
handing her the list, She said, "here is some money for you to get what I need.
When you're through, why don't you take Bryanne out for a nice lunch?"
"That would be lovely, Mistress, thank You>"
"I'm glad you agree. Why don't you take her to the Ring's Bistro in TriBeCa?
They haven't seen you for a while. I'm sure the experience will be memorable for
Bryanne as well."
A shudder coarsed through slut when she realized where she would be going and
what it meant. "Thank You, Mistress. We'll go as soon as we bathe."
"Don't forget to do your exercises for Elaine first. She'll be stopping by
any day now to see how you're doing. you may shower after you're through." And
turning to Bryanne, She said, "You may dress as you wish, Bryanne, but slut,"
She added, turning to face Her slave, "you are to wear your heels and cape
only."
"Yes, Mistress," slut replied.
The girls headed straight for the den, where Bryanne sat and watched as slut
went through her regimen. Fifteen minutes on the mini-tramp, followed by fifteen
on the bongo board, and then thirty minutes practicing her steps and prancing.
Bryanne kept silent the whole time, studying everything slut did. When the hour
was up, they headed for their baths.
slut grabbed her cape and slung it over her bare shoulders as she and Bryanne
descended the staircase. Mistress Ilsa was waiting for them at the base of the
stairs in the foyer> "Don't worry about the time getting back, slut. That
decision will be made by the Ring members. Have a good day!"
"Thank You Mistress," slut answered, as she and Bryanne walked through the
door and into the bright autumn sunlight. They got into Ilsa's Jaguar and drove
to their first destination, Diana's Salon in Chelsea, a hole in the wall shop
that one would easily miss if you didn't know of it's existence.
"Ah, here they are now," a matronly older woman announced to two beauticians
and a client receiving a pedicure. "I've been expecting you! You must be slut,"
she decreed, looking slut over carefully. "Let me see you!"
Bryanne was shocked at the lack of modesty slut exhibited as she untied her
cape and laid it across the back of a chair, standing naked in the shop. But
slut was far beyond the modesty stage, and did as she was told, knowing that
this woman, somehow, had a connection with her Mistress, and therefore, she had
control over her. "Ilsa told me She beat you last night with a cane, is that
true?"
"Yes, ma'am, She did."
"Then please turn around for us so we can see Her handiwork.
Slut turned and bent at the waist without being asked, displaying her badly
bruised buttocks and legs. Thick purple and blue welts stripped her from the top
of her hips to mid-thigh. "Oooh, I'll bet that was a painful session for you! I
see She cut you as well."
"Yes, ma'am, She did. Mistress believes that a caning should draw blood>"
"As usual, She is right," Diana remarked. "Now, is this the young Bryanne
Ilsa has told me about?"
"Yes, she is, Ma'am," slut answered, but I have no idea what She sent us here
for."
"Never you mind about that, slut. I know exactly what She wishes to be done.
I spoke with her last evening. Now, come, Bryanne, and take off your clothes.
Let me see this tiny little body Ilsa is so excited about!"
"Right here? In front of these people?"
"Yes of course, cunt," came the stinging reply. Diana slapped Bryanne's face
as hard as she could, knocking the girl backwards, and toppling her over one of
the salon chairs. "What is the matter with you? Have you no training at all?"
Ma'am," slut interceded, "she's just beginning her training, in fact, today
is her first day. She has no idea what is expected of her."
"That's all well and good, slut, but it doesn't cut it for me! Strip her
immediately!"
"Yes, ma'am," slut answered. she quickly pulled the baggy sweater over
Bryanne's head, unhooked the bra, undid the jeans and slid them, with the
panties, down her lithe legs. she then knelt and had Bryanne step out of her
sneakers, socks, panties and jeans. When she was totally naked, Diana exclaimed,
"my, she looks just like a little Lolita! I see just what Ilsa wants to do with
her. slut, be a darling and run up to the corner and get me a large decaf, light
and sweet. Maybe a scone as well. You may as well get something for yourself
too. This will take a good hour to finish."
"Is there somewhere around here you'd suggest?"
"Just over on the west side of Seventh Avenue is a good coffee shop, fresh
baked goods too.
"I'll be right back," slut said, as she put her cape back on and headed for
the door.
"Now you, you insolent little cunt, get your skinny ass in that chair and put
your feet in the stirrups!"
Bryanne climbed into the chair Diana was pointing to and lifted her legs up,
spreading them wide in the stirrups, displaying her pouty sex. "Alright now,
first things first. Let's take you back a few years, shall we?" And so saying,
Diana started to spread a vile smelling cream over the girl's pubic area,
generously applying the cream over all the hair. Within a matter of a few
minutes, a foul stench saturated the salon, and Bryanne could feel an intense
burning sensation where the cream was.
"It's hot, ma'am," she said
"That means it's working, it's doing it's job. Another ten minutes and we can
rinse it off. You won't recognize yourself. Diana went to turn on the exhaust
fans to try and remove some of the foul odor coming from the cream. She busied
herself setting up her hair cutting station while she waited for the time to
pass. When the timer went off, she came back over to Bryanne and said, "time to
see if one application will suffice, or maybe we'll need a second coat. Come
with me."
Bryanne got up and followed the beautician to a broom closet in the back of
the salon. "Stand in the sink, Bryanne," Diana ordered. Bryanne stepped into the
filthy slop sink, and Diana took a hose and started rinsing off the cream with
ice cold water."
"That's cold," Braynne exclaimed!"
"Really? I'm so surprised," Diana mocked. I would have thought you'd be
grateful for the welcome relief from the hot cream. I guess there's no making
you happy, is there?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Bryanne answered sheepishly.
"Step out here and let's have a look in the light."
Bryanne walked over to a full length mirror, and glancing down, she saw her
smooth clean pubic area looking as it did in her days with Ankura. "Once more
should clean it up," Diana said. "Ilsa hates residue" So the process was
repeated a second time. But this time, the already irritated and unprotected
skin burnt even more, and Bryanne moaned softly for the last four minutes of the
treatment.
slut returned with the coffee and scones just as Bryanne was looking in the
mirror again. "My God," she exclaimed. She looks like she's about thirteen!"
"Yes, doesn't she." Diana agreed. "Time for the hair now. Thanks for the
coffee, slut. Would you like a creaming while you wait? It's a lot closer than
shaving and lasts longer too. There is a chemical in the cream that retards new
hair growth.
"Please Diana, that would be wonderful. I have a lunch appointment and I
don't want anyone offended."
":Oh yes, that's right. You're off to the Bistro. I should have known by your
nose ring. Do you want to apply the cream, or would you rather I did it?"
"Would you please," slut asked. "I want as smooth a job as I can get."
"Not a problem. Hop in the chair and I'll cream you up."
Slut slipped off her cape and got into the chair, while Diana got the cream
and applicator. "Let that sit until the timer goes off," Diana said after
setting the timer. Then you may go in the back and rinse it off.
"Bryanne, get in my chair here, and let's do your hair. Bryanne set about
washing and conditioning Bryanne's hair. Slut rinsed off the cream when the time
was up. "Do you think I'll need a second coat, Diana," slut asked as she looked
herself over in the mirror?
Diana turned from doing Bryanne's hair and said, " It looks fine to me. If we
missed any, I can tweeze them out before you go. Let me finish up here, then I
look closer for you."
About twenty minutes later, Diana proclaimed, Done! Go over to the mirror
and let's have a look, shall we?"
slut's mouth was agape as Bryanne paraded past her to the mirror. Bryanne
stammered out, "Oh my God!" With her hair dolled up in pigtails, and her
hairless belly, the effect with her flat chest and skinny legs made her look
like she was in elementary school.
"Thanks so much," slut said as she picked up her cape. "What do we owe you?"
"One and a quarter will do, slut. But first, get back up in the chair and let
me look for and hair we may have missed." slut did as she was told, as Diana
brought a bright light to have a close examination of the area. "I see no hair
at all, slut. between your shaving skills and my cream, we got it all. Do you
want a jar to take with you?"
"Please,' slut said, taking the money from her envelope and handing it to
Diana. "Bryanne," she said, "get your clothes and get dressed. We have a few
more errands before lunch.
They left Diana's and drove north to Hell's Kitchen. After finding a parking
place, they walked up Ninth Avenue to a clothing shop. The window display was
obviously intended for people in the fetish community. There were a pair of
mannequins, both dressed in leather teddies, garter belts, and bras. One of them
was chained to a pole, and the other was brandishing a studded leather paddle.
A short bald man was seated behind the counter, and he looked up from his
newspaper as the bell on the door announced their arrival. He was wearing a
black suede vest with no shirt, so his prominent belly distended over his belt.
He also wore brown suede chaps, with no pants, and a leather pouch that kept his
genitals tightly bound, In a high pitched voice, he sang out, "How may I help
you ladies?"
"Mistress Ilsa sent us here to get some clothes for Bryanne," slut returned.
"Oh of course She did," he whispered. "I'm Peter, and I manage the store. She
sent me a fax this morning. I'll go in the back and get it. Why don't the two of
you browse around the store and see if something catches your fancy. I'll be
right back." And saying that, he parted the beads that served as a partition to
the back room, and disappeared.
"It won't hurt to look, slut," Bryanne started. "I mean, we're already here.
Might be good for a laugh too. Some of this stuff looks pretty weird." Bryanne
pulled a pink bustier with black stain trip off a rack to emphasize her point.
It was a size 58. "I could put this on my car," she called to slut! "Look at the
size of this! I don't want to think about someone wearing it."
"No wait. This is better," slut called out, holding up a chastity belt made
entirely out of metal. "Look at it!" she held it up, showing off the two four
inch barbed dildos that were built into it, as well as the large hasp with a
keylock to render it not removable.
They continued perusing the fetish gear, until they both stopped at a wall
displaying a large selection of whips, paddles, and floggers. "Oh my God, slut,"
Bryanne shrieked, as she took down a flogger with fishooks tied to the ends."
Can you see antone actually using this?"
slut shuddered as she answered, "yes."
"What do you mean. Have you seen this before?"
By way of answer, slut pushed her cape up on her shoulder, revealing her
scarred breast, and she said, "these scars are from one of those. Mistress Ilsa
had her slave whore whip me with it."
"I'm so sorry, slut. I had no idea..." And as she was saying that, Peter
emerged from the back shaking a piece of paper over his head.
"Yoo hoo," he sang out. "I'm baaaaack!"
slut and Bryanne looked over to where Peter was as he said, "Would you ladies
please join me over here? I have Ilsa's shopping list. Let's have some fun,
shall we?"
Peter waited as slut and Bryanne made their way through the crowded clothing
racks to where he was. "Now, let's see what will work for you, Bry," he said, as
he started looking through a rack of white cotton blouses. "Hmmmm, too big I
should think," he remarked to no one in particular after pulling out a blouse
and putting it back. "Let's try this one," he announced, holding a blouse on the
hanger in front of Bryanne. "Gee, still too big. "You're really a petite little
thing, aren't you," he asked rhetorically? "Ahh, here we are," he said, pulling
yet another blouse off the rack. "Try this one on."
"Where are your dressing rooms," Bryanne inquired?
"You're such a silly," he laughed. We don't have any. Pull off your sweater
and try it on."
Bryanne hesitated as she quickly scanned the store for other customers, then
she pulled off her sweater. "A brassiere," Peter yelped? "What in God's name are
you wearing that for? My titties are bigger than yours! Give that to me," he
demanded, extending his hand and waiting for the lacy undergarment.
Bryanne took off her bra and handed it to Peter as he passed her the blouse.
It was the type of white cotton blouse that is standard fare for any parochial
school uniform. Long sleeves, no designs or patterns, rounded collar, and no
darts. What made this one unique was it's lack of buttons to hold it closed.
Bryanne realized that with even the slightest movement, the top would billow,
allowing any gazing eyes a view of her chest.
"My that looks lovely. Let me find another, and then we'll pick out a skirt."
Peter quickly found a second one, and taking Bryanne by the hand, he briskly
walked her through the maze of racks to the front of the store, where there were
dozens of plaid skirts. ""o any of these look familiar, Bry," he asked?
"Why yes," she replied, holding up a skirt on it's hanger. This is the exact
same plaid I used to wear when I was a pre-teen in Holy Mother School!"
"Ooooh, this is sooooo exciting," Peter sand gleefully. "That's just what
Ilsa was hoping for. Let me take a peak and see if I can find your size. He dug
through the rack and pulled one out saying, I'll bet this is your size. Let's
see how it fits."
Once again, Bryanne looked nervously around the store. Scanning for other
customers. "Just try it on, Bryanne," slut said impatiently. You're standing in
the Goddamn front window anyway!"
Bryanne spun around and saw that she was, in fact, only three feet from the
large plate glass window that looked out onto the sidewalk. Quickly, she undid
her jeans, kicked off her sneakers and stepped out of the pants.
"Panties too," Peter asked? "What is it with you, girlie? I mean, with a bod
like that, you shouldn't even own underwear. Give me those!"
Bryanne handed the panties to Peter, and took the skirt, buttoning it around
her hips. It was then that she noticed that while the plaid was the same, the
skirt certainly was not. There was no overlap to the material on the wrap around
skirt. The two ends barely met, which meant that he thin legs would be exposed
well past mid-thigh with every step she took. "This is too small, Peter. I
can't even close the skirt."
"Of course not, silly. It's supposed to open whenever you walk or sit. It's
designed that way to make you more open and accessable. Now, let me look for a
matching jumper, and then we'll find some shoes and socks. What size are you, a
six?"
"I'm a five and a half."
" Ooooh, you're sooooo lucky to have small feet. It is going to look so much
nicer with this ensemble." He pulled out a box of shoes and a pair of white
anklets with pink trim. "Try these on," he asked.
Bryanne sat down and pulled the socks on, then she opened the box and found a
pair of patent leather Mary Janes. After putting on the shoes, Peter said,
"let's look in the mirror and see how we look."
They walked over to the mirror, and Bryanne was instantly transported back to
her elementary school days. "Ilsa will be sooo happy," Peter sang out as he
looked Bryanne over. "I'll bet you couldn't get into a PG movie looking like
this!"
slut paid Peter for the clothes, as he bagged the jeans, sneakers and
sweater. The bra and panties he kept for himself. "One more stop before lunch,"
slut announced as they left the store. We just need to stop at Mickie's Tack
Shoppe in the West Village and pick up a package for Mistress' friend Elaine.
Then we can head over to TriBeCa for the restaurant.
