Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter Sixty
Andrea felt a strange excitement at the thought of being out of the
kennel. Sure, they had taken her to Debbie's and back, but never had she been
anywhere else. She could hardly wait!
She felt her nipples becoming hard and pointed at the mere thought of
being in public where men and women could see her and want her body.
(The most enthralling part was the knowledge that anyone who wanted her
- could. She had no say in the matter.)
She heard mistresses moving around behind her. This was a busy corridor
(which was one reason the slave girls were on display there). Andrea did not
know it was her mistress until she felt a hand pull her head back. She opened
her mouth instinctively to allow the mistress to shove the ballgag in. She
tilted her head forward so the woman had an easy time fastening the ends of the
leather strap behind her head.
A jerk upwards on the leash brought the captive to her feet. She trotted
after the woman toward the exit. Before reaching it, they turned to the right
where there was a dressing room for slave girls.
The mistress attached the end of Andrea's leash to a ring at the end of
a chain dangling down from the ceiling. The woman crossed to a windlass which
she unlocked and turned to lower a bar from the ceiling. On each end of it was a
leather cuff.
Before using it though, she ran a spread bar between the blonde's
ankles. Like the bar over Andrea's head, there was a leather cuff at each end.
When the mistress had her stop, the blonde spread her legs apart as any good
little slave girl would. The mistress attached one cuff to Andrea's right ankle.
To get the blonde to move her legs a little further apart, she tapped the slave
girl on the inside of her left ankle to get her to move her feet further apart.
The buxom blonde shifted her left foot a couple centimeters in that direction,
then shifted her right a few more centimeters in that direction. Back and forth
she moved until a tap on the lower caff told her to stop. The mistress completed
the job of in seconds.
A short chain connected the bar to a ring on the floor. Andrea could not
move the bar any more than five or six centimeters from that ring.
The mistress then turned her attention back to Andrea's arms. As soon as
her hands were free, the blonde raised her arms in the air. She did it with such
enthusiasm she gave the impression she enjoyed being bound spreadeagle.
Since Andrea was about to go out in public, she needed special attire.
A pair of beautiful French Maid slave girls arrived to dress the
captive.
The panties were first. They were briefs, cut full to completely cover
the wearer's bottom. The triangle in front covered the pubic area. One inserted
it between Andrea's legs. The French Maids tied little ribbon strings into bows
on the hips. A tug on a loose end of either bow would cause the panties to fall
off.
The mistress stepped forward to admire the handiwork. To give the proper
effect, the panties had to be quite snug.
These were.
They hugged the blonde's hips and fanny.
Made of sheer white nylon, they hid nothing. (If you looked closely, you
could see the golden curls of her pubic hair through the material. The effect
was much more pronounced when the wearer was a brunette.)
The flared miniskirt went on top. As with the panties, it was made of
sheer nylon.
The French Maids spent more time working on the halter-top. (Guess what
it was made of?) The blonde's large boobs lay heavy on the material, the nipples
pressing against the material to form pointed cones.
Andrea looked at herself in the mirrors covering the far wall. She had
to admit that the slave girls had done an excellent job. She was completely
dressed.
And nothing was hidden. Every part of her body was visible.
Andrea thought she had never looked sexier.
Having finished with French Maids, the mistress secured their hands
behind their backs before leading them out in the hall. Someone would come along
to collect them eventually.
The mistress attached a leather sheath about the blonde's left arm.
Before freeing her hands from the leather cuffs, she ran a pair of chains down
to the slave collar. One locked on each side of the collar. Even with her hands
freed, the luscious captive could not run off.
When she released the beautiful captive's arms, she bent the blonde's
arms behind her back so her forearms were together. The sheath had four straps
riveted to it. The mistress buckled them about the slave girl's left forearm so
her arms were secured together. A strap encircling each upper arm made it
impossible for her to pull her arms apart.
When she finished, Andrea was bound helplessly again. She removed the
spreader bar between her feet and replaced the tether line with a leash. Once
the chains to the collar were removed, Andrea was ready to go.
"Come on, your adoring public awaits."
Andrea had been in public before, but never had she taken this route.
She kept her eyes fixed on her mistress's bottom as she trotted along behind
her. She cast secret glances to the right and left as she paraded along. The
true sign of a woman who had accepted her status as a slave girl was the desire
to have her body coveted by others.
The route they took was down a major street, and then left at a busy
intersection. The mistress encountered a friend in route. The two stopped and
talked for a few minutes but the woman remembered Andrea had an appointment.
"Gotta run!"
This seemingly insignificant occurrence has a major effect on our story.
Across the street was the "24-Hour Bar and Grill." Had they continued
without stopping Mortimer T. Munchkin would not have seen Andrea.
Mortimer T. Munchkin. The name says it all.
The man was a rake.
A roue.
A wastrel.
In other words, he was every young man's ideal.
Through a wine-induced haze he stared at Andrea standing submissively
across the street with her legs spread, her body pressing tightly against the
sheer material that enhanced her sensuality. Her long blonde tresses flowed
across her shoulders. He caught only a glimpse of her face but what he saw was
intriguing.
Gesturing to one of the layabouts frequenting this den of inequity, he
produced a silver thalen.
"Find out who owns that fair creature across the street."
Do I sense another macabre plot twist?
The man emerged from the bar just as Andrea and her mistress started
forward. Their destination was not far away. Halfway down the next block, they
halted.
The man moved in front of it to better read the sign.
"The Slave Girl Beauty Shop."
(If you don't find irony in that you haven't been paying attention.)
He settled down to await their re-emergence.
Andrea knew where they were by the smells. Though not a good student at
the cosmetology college, she did recognize the smells. She saw nothing at first.
As a slave girl, she could not use the front door. The mistress left her
tethered to a ring next to a side door. A slave girl wearing a French Maid's
uniform led her into inside. The mistress went to the desk to confirm Andrea's
arrival.
Since she was only a slave girl, the luscious blonde had no need to know
what was in store for her.
Several minutes after her arrival, the door on the far end of the booth
opened to admit a slave girl dressed in pink. The pink vinyl haltertop pushed
her large boobs up under her chin. The short, flared miniskirt allowed all
watchers to admire the pink satin panties. The high heels were pink patent
leather with 15 centimeter stiletto heels.
The slave girl used the leash to lead the blonde back to a room where
there were six other slave girls dressed the same as the first.
There also was one mistress.
"Sit."
Andrea looked around for a chair but there was none. She then realized
the woman pointed at a device rising from the floor. It was a pole about half a
meter high and four centimeters in diameter.
"She can't mean that!" the beautiful captive thought as she stared at
it.
Then she realized the top of the device was one huge dildo.
The mistress did mean that.
Andrea made her way to the device. Carefully, she sat down, making
certain her asshole was positioned on the tip of the shaft. Letting her weight
rest on her bottom, she allowed the shaft to penetrate her by a centimeter.
"That isn't too bad," she thought.
The mistress placed both hands on Andrea's shoulders and pushed down.
"Mmmmmmfffffttttt!!!"
Ignoring Andrea's cry of anguish, she gestured at her.
"Get busy, Girls."
How ironic.
These little slave girls were beauticians! You have to wonder how many
of them were graduates of the College of Cosmetology.
So they went to work on Andrea, giving her a thorough scrubbing before
washing and drying her hair. To brush out those long, blonde tresses, a trio of
special slave girls were used. Each was silenced by a ubiquitous ballgag, but
attached to the front of an oversized brush. The slave girl on the left began
the process. Beginning at the bottom, she drew the brush to the end of her hair.
She began on her knees with her head lowered, and finished with her face against
the floor.
The slave girl in the middle was next. She repeated the process, only
she did it directly in back. The third slave girl did the same to Andrea's hair
on the right.
As the third slave girl regained her feet, the first knelt to do it
again, only this time she started a centimeter higher on the blonde's head. From
left to right, each slave girl knelt to do the task, then rising when she was
down.
In a few minutes they reached the luscious captive's head. With face
pressed against long blonde tresses, they did it again and again and again. A
hundred strokes with a brush. How about five hundred? Or a thousand?
The job was labor-intensive but slave girls worked cheap.
When they were done, Andrea's long blonde hair was perfect.
As these slave girls finished, others applied make-up. Andrea would
leave there looking beautiful.
At the appointed hour, the guard came for the blonde beauty. Andrea
never felt as beautiful or sexy as she paraded through town at the end of the
leash. She stole glances from left and right to see if everyone noticed how
beautiful she was. They seemed to ignore her but she was certain they saw her.
They pretended to ignore her she thought because they were so jealous of her
great beauty.
She did not see the man following.
Debbie had a service dress her slaves when she had a special event. The
service consisted of a mistress with a willowy switch (who was not afraid to use
it) and two French Maids.
When the guard returned Andrea to her mistress, Debbie left her tethered
inside the front door until the service arrived.
"I want her to look extra beautiful tonight. I have someone I want to
impress."
The outfit she ordered from Andrea was black silk so it contrasted
nicely with the blonde tresses.
The lingerie matched the outfit. The French Maids fastened the ruffled
black satin garterbelt about her hips, pulled the sheer black stockings up her
legs, adjusted the length of the straps, and then smooth out the material before
adjusting the length of the straps.
Debbie thought Andrea looked so adorable dressed (or undressed) that why
that for a few seconds she though about foregoing the remainder of the outfit.
No, she spent a lot of money on this outfit and she wanted to make a good
impression.
They fastened the black, patent leather sandals with the fifteen
centimeter stiletto heels on her feet. A strap across the foot and another
around the ankle insured the shoes would not come off.
The panties were next. They were black satin bikini briefs. Once again
the French Maids smoothed out the material.
(Andrea thought they were running their hands over her body with a
little too much enthusiasm. Of course, she totally enjoyed it.)
The miniskirt was next. This garment was not flared as Debbie had no
need to access the blonde's pussy. The miniskirt was black silk and extremely
tight. The two French Maids struggled to get it up over the blonde's hips.
Getting the zipper up and fastening it at the waist was a more difficult
struggle.
"Turn around so I can look at you."
It had been a struggle, but certainly well worth it. As Andrea turned,
Debbie could see that the tightfitting material accented the shapely curves of
the blonde's body.
"That enough. Get on with it."
The top was a simple tube top of sheer, black nylon. The blonde's
titties were covered, so to speak, but when she moved, they wobbled so merrily.
"Come along, we have to hurry. I don't want to be late."
Debbie was going to show off her latest acquisition to Roxanne. She
would make her partner extremely jealous. She knew there were few slave girls
around who could match Andrea's beauty.
Debbie had already arranged for a carriage to take her to Roxanne's. She
needed a more elaborate one than the carriage she owned. This carriage had a
chauffeur who was a slave girl dressed in a gray uniform. Sixteen pony girls
pulled the carriage. While it was expensive, she charged it to the college.
The slave girl chauffeur sat in front. Debbie sat in back. Andrea
trotted along behind, and four pony girls pulling the taxi.
The journey was short. The beautiful brunette was sorry Roxanne did not
greet her at the door. Though she considered them to be equals, in reality,
Roxanne provided the money to buy the college while Debbie had the business
acumen to run it.
Roxanne had two slave girls outside. One tied the reins of the lead
ponygirls to a ring on the wall. The other led Andrea around to the slaves'
entrance on the side.
The tall, big-chested blonde sat in a lounge chair being service by her
favorite slave girl.
"Shall I order you one? I have a couple of others who are quite good."
"No. I brought my own. What until you see her."
It took several minutes for Andrea to be taken around to the slave
girl's entrance. The slave girl leading her knew she had certain privileges for
being such a good little slave girl. As a reward, she was allowed to play with
any slave girls being brought into her mistress's presence. She brought Andrea
to a halt. While the luscious blonde stood there blindfolded, the slave girl
played with her nipples until they were hard and pointed.
The truth be known, Foxy Roxy liked to keep the little playthings
aroused. The anticipation made them so much hotter.
As soon as she appeared in the doorway with Andrea behind her, Debbie
bounded to her feet. She had her favorite slave girl before Roxanne.
The blonde mistress shoved a ballgag in the mouth of her own favorite
slave girl and buckled it loosely. She wondered what tasty morsel Debbie had.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" she asked as she whipped off the blindfold.
Roxanne had to admit Andrea was beautiful, but as a blonde herself, she
was not happy that Debbie was overjoyed in having a blonde slave girl.
Andrea paid no attention to the conversation. She knelt immediately in
front of Roxanne's spread legs where she could see her pussy.
She wanted to lick it badly.
"She took right to wearing a collar. It was as though she was born to be
a slave girl."
Roxanne took that to mean that Debbie thought that blondes were
naturally slave girls.
Is there little wonder why the Amazons had no trouble recruiting her for
their plot against Debbie?
