Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 59
Let us digress again.
Early in the morning, long before Debbie arose, one of the guards at the
kennel awakened Andrea.
The beautiful blonde slept bound in a most uncomfortable position. At
first she thought it was wonderful; then she came to hate it. Soon she would
return to loving it.
She slept on her back with her body strapped down against a bench.
Straps across her elbows and wrists kept her arms pinned to that surface. Other
straps across her upper chest and tummy did the same to her body.
Using chains attached to leather straps about her lower thighs, they
pulled her knees back and spread them apart, revealing her pussy. The chains
locked to rings under the mat. Andrea could not alter her position at all.
Since the room was illuminated slightly (so anyone could Andrea's pussy,
and the love nest of every other slave girl there), a blindfold was in order.
Shortly after being secured in this position, Andrea would fall asleep. They
gave her a ballgag with a hole through the middle of it so she had no trouble
breathing.
Since she was a slave girl, any male had the right to use her. Though
the blindfold kept anyone from seeing just how beautiful she was, there was a
certain charm to her spread pussy. Even Andrea had to admit that there was
nothing quite like being awakened from a sound sleep by having one body-shaking
orgasm after another.
Every morning a female guard awoke the blonde slave girl. There was
little difference in the manner the blonde awoke though. The guard inserted a
rubber dildo into her exposed pussy. This dildo had a large handle half a meter
long. The guard laughed as she twisted the handle around and around, causing the
dildo to rub again Andrea's pussy. She stopped only when the blonde's body
arched in a massive orgasm. When the guard moved to the next slave girl, she
left the huge dildo inside the captive.
There was no chance that, with that tool inside her, Andrea would fall
back to sleep.
The buxom beauty quickly learned the routine. When they released the
chains so she could lower her legs, she kept them in the air. She continued to
offer her body to anyone standing before her. When they removed the straps, the
order would be given, "Kneel." Only then did the blonde roll forward off the
bench. She knelt on the floor with her arms behind her back. It took only
seconds for them to fit handcuffs on her wrists.
Sometimes the guard would want Andrea to thank her for releasing her.
That required the guard to remove the ballgag, and for the blonde to show how
well she could use her tongue. Debbie had no objections to her beautiful blonde
slave servicing others. The more Andrea practiced on others, the better she
would be when it came to servicing her own mistress.
Most mornings though, Andrea remained in that position until they came
to clean her up. No mistress did that. The kennel where Debbie kept her slaves
had slave girls whose function was to take care of matters such as that.
Often Andrea remained blindfolded while they cleaned her, but once in a
while she had been able to see them. They wore simple satin tunics and high
heeled sandals.
An elastic band encircled the slave girls' chest just below their boobs
so the material was pulled tautly across the supple mounds. Whenever the slave
girl moved, the wiggling of her titties would be visible.
The tunic was short enough in front that her pubic area was visible,
Several centimeters shorter in back, anyone standing behind her could see her
bottomcheeks.
Yes, this is another example of the insidious manner in which a slave
girl was dressed but revealed more than if she was naked.
The mistress led the blonde into a recessed area in the floor so she was
lower than those who worked on her. They washed Andrea, towel-dried her body,
and added an expensive scent.
The mistress then took the blonde slave girl to the next station where
another set of slave girls dressed her.
For a beautiful blonde such as Andrea, could there be any other outfit
than that of a French Maid?
First though, they dressed her in a black satin garter belt. White satin
ruffles lined the front. It was used to hold up the sheet black stockings. On
her feet they put black, patent leather high heeled sandals. Straps across the
top of her foot and about her ankle held them on. The large black satin bow on
the outside of each ankle was there solely for decoration.
Black satin panty briefs came next. Everyone knew how Debbie enjoyed
peeling them off the helpless captive while she stood there wondering if she was
going to be thrilled, or punished. The tight material appeared molded to the
blonde's bottom so reflected light showed every little movement.
The dress itself was pretty much what you would expect. About her torso
to the hips, it fit very snugly. About her hips it flared outward. The miniskirt
was so short in front that it came only to her crotch. In back, the hem came to
the bottom of her panties. They could not be seen unless she bent over, but
since she was a slave girl, she bent over often.
The neckline was cut so low that Andrea's titties seemed to want to
explode out of it. Occasionally, Debbie had her take deep breaths to see if she
could get them to pop out. Failure to cause her titties to pop out of the bodice
was reason for punishment. Twice Andrea had succeeded. The other times, her
bottom had paid the price of failure.
The shoulder length gloves and the lace cap pinned to the top of her
head were white, providing a pleasing contrast to the black motif of the rest of
her outfit. Fastened about her waist was a short, white lace apron.
Since Debbie wanted her own, personal slave girl to be as beautiful as
possible, they added eyeliner and mascara. A touch of make-up here and there
made Andrea almost ready to go.
The outfit had a broad, black leather belt that emphasized Andrea's
slender waist. Riveted in back was a pair of handcuffs. They made the beautiful
blonde helpless, but in such a way that her mistress would have no trouble
freeing her if she wanted to. With her hands bound at waist level, the blonde
could not protect her boobs, her fanny or her pussy.
The guard removed the ballgag from the captive's mouth. Andrea had done
this before so she knew exactly what to do. Opening her mouth partway, she was
ready for the slave girl to add the lip gloss. Debbie's favorite shade for
Andrea was frosted pink. When the slave girl nodded (she was gagged of course),
the beautiful blonde moved her lips into an adorable pout. The slave added a
touch more and she was done. A different ballgag went into the captive's mouth.
The ball was white, contrasting nicely with the pink lip gloss and the black
strap holding it in place.
The guard added a blindfold to Andrea's ensemble. Since a normal
blindfold pressed tightly against the slave girl's eyes to insure no light came
through at all, Andrea wore a special one. This one, perhaps, did not work as
well as the other, but it did not mess up the little slave girl's make-up.
With the mistress holding the end of her leash, Andrea followed the
woman from the room. She had been a slave girl for a couple weeks now, during
which time Debbie had often paraded her about with a blindfold on. The beautiful
blonde knew how to walk with a most suggestive sway.
Andrea had quickly become acclimated to being a slave girl.
The guard took her to the side door of Nancy's mansion where a servant
let her in. The guard took the slave girl up to Debbie's room but did not open
the door. Nancy had not risen yet and she did not like being disturbed this
early in the morning. She had made arrangements for the guard to leave the slave
girl. To the right of the door there was a special compartment for slave girls.
The guard opened it by pulling the latch back and drawing the door outwards.
Holding the blonde by her left arm, she helped Andrea step up into the opening.
The far wall was another door. The guard attached the leash to a ring on the
door. With the buxom little slave girl safely in place, she closed and locked
the door.
Cooped up in a small space such as that might make most women
frightened, but Andrea was unaware of her confines because of the blindfold. She
had become accustomed to her world extending only to the edge of her bondage.
When Debbie awoke, the first thing she wanted was an eye-opener.
No, not a drink.
A satisfying orgasm at the hands (or rather the tongue and lips) of a
beautiful slave girl was the perfect way to get a day started.
That was why she had them bring Andrea there every morning. Whatever
shortcomings the luscious blonde had as an administrative assistant, she more
than made up for with her submissive nature.
The blonde slave girl waited for each order. Debbie removed the
blindfold and placed it on the night stand. Discarding her nightie, she yawned,
stretching her arms as her head rolled to the side.
Andrea stared straight ahead until she heard the order.
"Kneel."
She dropped to her knees before her mistress and crawled forward until
her head was between the brunette's spread knees. As Debbie extended her hands,
Andrea leaned forward to make it easier for her to get at the buckle of her gag
strap. Her long blonde hair slid away from her head, exposing the nape of her
neck and the buckle.
"Thrill me."
The blonde knew exactly what her mistress wanted. Crawling forward a few
more centimeters, she kissed the woman's pussy. She raised her head so Debbie
could see her eyes while she licked her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
It did not take Debbie long to come.
"I swear, Andrea, you get better every day."
The mistress leaned over to the night stand for the gag. Though Andrea
did a most satisfying job and was turning out to be one of the most submissive
slave girls she had ever met, that was no reason to give her any special
privileges. She knew that the more she treated the beautiful blonde like the
pathetic little slave girl she was, the better she would be.
Andrea was a slave girl.
Putting a gag in her mouth was the only logical thing to do. Andrea had
nothing worthwhile saying.
She thrust the gag back in the captive's mouth. She would remove it
only to exchange it for another gag, or to allow the slave girl to use her lips
and tongue to please her again.
After the eye-opener, Debbie was ready for her bath. Using a leash, she
led Andrea to her bath to help. She let the slave girl kneel at the foot of the
inground tub as she bathed. She wanted the blonde to watch as she rubbed the rag
slowly across her body. As she so, she allowed the soap to bubble up and drip
off her large titties.
She wanted Andrea to want her badly.
It would hurt so much more when Debbie sent her back to the kennel for
further training. (Remember, Debbie had a busy day planned - she was
interviewing a new office manager, and she wanted to get to the Amazon compound
to see what they did to the four little coeds she had provided.)
When she was finished, she freed Andrea's hands so the beautiful slave
girl could towel dry her. The blonde would rub the towel across Debbie body
until she was ordered to stop. Debbie had insisted that she pay special
attention to the most erotic part of her body while drying her.
She smiled at the thought of the torment she was putting Andrea through.
They had taught the blonde to love the touch of her mistress's body.
When Debbie was ready to go to work, she tethered Andrea outside the
building. Eventually the kennel would send someone over to get her. She had left
them instructions on what she wanted. Today was a special day - the interviews,
the submission, and later dinner.
Andrea knew the routine when she arrived at the kennel. They stripped
her down to her lingerie. She needed no clothing for her further training. What
they had her wear, the garter belt, stockings, and heels, was designed to make
her look sexier.
She was only a slave girl. She had no need for modesty.
The blonde took her position on the bottom as she did every day. Her
partner might change, but was always a brunette. Andrea was a blonde so it was
her place to be on the bottom. She lay on her back on the platform. Straps
across her chest, above and below the large bosom, kept her back pressed against
it.
They pulled her legs back so her knees were against the sides of her
chest near her bosom. Next, they strapped her wrists to her ankles. She had to
maintain this humiliating position with her arms holding her legs spread.
The brunette climbed on top her, eager for the buxom blonde to do with
her tongue what they had trained her to do. They strapped the second woman's
wrists to her ankles and secured the latter to the sides of the platform. The
captive had to work hard to keep her bottom raised in the air.
Hands unfastened the strap holding the rubber ball in Andrea's mouth.
The luscious captive tried to raise her head as she knew what was next. The
mistress grabbed a fistful of hair to pull her head up. The wedge-shaped cushion
was rammed beneath Andrea's head, holding it in the air.
A light slap on the brunette's bottom told her it was time to lower her
body. It plopped down, her pussy pressed against the blonde's waiting mouth.
Once they had the gag removed from the brunette's mouth, they pressed
her face down into Andrea's pussy.
This was a training technique where they strengthen the little slave
girls' tongues so they would be able to please an endless succession of
mistresses.
To motivate the naked beauties, they turned this practice into a game.
The objective was not to come, while at the same time forcing your partner to
come as often as possible. The winner was the slave girl who came few times than
her partner. It was impossible to lick during an orgasm, so the slave girl to
come first was at a disadvantage.
Now there was a tenancy from new slave girls to fake it. All the
mistresses expected that and kept an eye out for fake orgasms the first few
sessions. When it occurred, the miscreant would be forced to kneel in front of
every slave girl, one at a time. The other captive would be spreadeagled so the
poor little slave girl being punished had to stare at the woman's pussy.
She would then masturbate until she came.
They would move her down to the next slave girl where she would repeat
the process.
All slave girls quickly learned not to fake an orgasm. Soon they did not
have to.
Now you are liable to think that a mistress sat there counting the
orgasms. The slave girls certainly did. After a few minutes, just to insure that
they were working, the mistress would leave. The captives could not see what
happened as there was a shapely thigh on each side of their face. The almost
continuous moans of pleasure would drown out anything.
The loser of the contest was determined by the mistress freeing her from
her bondage.
Andrea lost every time. She came to expect it. She was convinced that
she had the body of a slave girl that wanted to come and come and come and
come...
They tied her arms behind her back with ropes. One set encircled her
wrists, Another her upper arms immediately above the elbows. Tying the end of
another rope to one wrist, they secured her arms to her body by wrapping that
rope about her wrists and tying it to her wrists again.
"On your back."
Andrea had to rock back and forth a few times to get the momentum to do
that. Back and forth, back and forth, each movement threw her further to one
side, then the other. Finally, with an audible grunt through the ballgag filling
her mouth, she rolled onto her back.
It was uncomfortable laying on her back with her bound arms beneath her,
but Andrea knew there were far worse things they could do to her. (The
mistresses knew this would cause the little captive to work all the much
harder.)
They maneuvered the brunette around so she could kneel straddling
Andrea's face. In seconds she resumed her favorite position, her pussy pressed
against the blonde's face.
"Okay, Andrea, go to work, thank Denise for making you come."
The blonde had whimpered the first few times she did this. She moved her
head up and down, up and down. The ballgag still filled her mouth. She could not
use her tongue to make the slave girl come.
She could only use that cute little nose.
She discovered she was becoming as adept at making a woman come with her
nose, as she was with her tongue.
The Slave girl Denise had other training to undergo, so they allowed her
only to come once. Soon she was on her feet, scurrying after a mistress at the
end of a leash.
"Crawl over her, Andrea, and thank me."
The buxom blonde had an easier time getting on her side since her hands
were under her back. From there she made it to her knees. With eyes lowered
submissively, she made her way to the mistress who by then had her crotch strap
off.
Andrea thrust her nose in the woman's crotch and wiggled her head up and
down. In just a few seconds she heard the moans from the woman as she approached
an orgasm. As she came, the woman grabbed the slave girl's head with both hands
to hold her face snugly in her pussy.
"That was good, Andrea, but then, you always are."
Attaching the leash to the blonde's collar, she ordered her to her feet
with a single jerk upwards. Andrea came to her feet with ease and followed her
mistress from the room.
In the hallway, several slave girls stood spreadeagled naked. Andrea had
knelt before them before, masturbating. This time would be different.
When the mistress jerked down on the leash, the blonde knelt. She stared
at the dark patch of fur between the captive's legs. Once the ballgag was free
of her mouth, she licked her lips in anticipation of what would happen. The
mistress placed a hand on the back of her head to push her face into the woman's
crotch. Andrea's tongue went immediately to work.
"Your mistress left special instructions for you. As soon as I get you
some traveling clothes, we'll leave."
