Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 65
His customers had to admit that Billy took good care of the merchandise
he sold. He used no handcuffs during shipping because they might hurt the flesh.
Billy knew a good customer when one paid cash.
Missy's buyer left without the blonde seeing her. She would have plenty
of time to learn who owned her once she had been delivered, trained and put to
use.
Two French Maids, under the careful supervision of a mistress, prepared
the young woman for shipment. They bound the blonde's arms behind her back by
wrapping a leather strap about her wrists and buckling the ends together. They
had no need for locks. There was no fear that the Missy would be able to undo
her bondage.
The next leather strap went about her upper arms immediately above the
elbows. The French Maid doing the binding formed the strap into a loop.
Slipping the working end through the buckle on the other end, she placed her
left hand on the blonde's shoulder to brace herself, and then pulled. In doing
so, she drew the slave girl's elbows together. She buckled the ends of this
strap together. Now the blonde could hardly move her arms and all. While she had
the capability of squirming about a bit, she could not get free.
The third strap went about her upper arms immediately above her large
titties, pinning her upper arms against her body. A fourth strap went about her
waist immediately below her titties. There was no way she could escape. She
could no longer even squirm.
More straps went about her lower thighs immediately above her knees,
pinning her legs together. A final strap encircled her calves immediately
above the ankles. The ends crossed in front before passing under the arches of
the high-heeled shoes. The ends buckled in together on top of her feet.
In this left Missy with no means of moving at all.
They removed the ballgag, but filled her mouth with a sponge. Missy
thought one sponge was enough, but they pushed a second on the first. Between
her teeth they forced a leather gag with a centimeter-wide hole in it. While she
could breath through the gag, the sponges prohibited her from making any sounds
audible more than a couple meters away. Even then, those sounds would be nothing
worth listening to. The ends of the strap were buckled together behind her head
under her long tresses.
The final item was a satin slave hood. This completely covered the
wearer's head. The mistress pulled it down so she could pull the drawstring
tight about Missy's neck. Because he it was lined with a second layer of satin,
no light at all could get through to the wearer's eyes. She was in total
darkness.
She could not escape, and just as importantly, she could not hurt
herself trying.
The next item was a large satin bag pulled over the captive's body.
This covering protected her flesh from rubbing against anything.
Missy heard the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.
With the satin slave hood covering her eyes, she could not see the two blonde
French Maids slide the wooden shipping container in front of her.
The two worked diligently, fearing that one day they would end up in
such a container. They looked adorable with their hair formed into pigtails and
held in place with pink ribbons tied into small bows. Neither wanted to be bound
in a shipping container such as this. Each hoped that by being the best little
slave girl she could, Billy would not want to sell her.
The two removed the lid, resting it on the floor several meters away.
They would need it later but did not want to trip over it.
At the signal from the mistress, they grabbed the captive blonde with
one arm under her bottom and another under her knees. Supporting Missy's weight,
they pulled her legs out from under her.
The blonde squirmed about in panic as they moved her body forward a half
a meter. The distance was short; they only had to get her feet over the edge of
the crate. As they set her upright again, her feet rested at one end of the box.
The two pushed the satin-covered captive forward as they pressed down on her
body. Missy knew to drop to her knees.
While one French Maid held her in position, the other fastened leather
straps across her legs at the upper calves and at the ankles. One end of each
strap was stapled to the bottom of the box. She buckled the ends together.
With this done, the French Maid nodded to her companion who pushed down
on Missy's shoulders, pushing the blonde's bottom against her heels. Another
pair of straps came together at Missy's upper thighs at her crotch.
Now she could not rise from that position.
As the French Maid doing the work leaned back, the second pressed
against the captive's upper back, forcing her head down against her knees. She
leaned down on Missy's back to hold her in position while another set of straps
was buckled together at her upper and lower back.
When the French maids finished with this part of the process, and Missy
could not move at all. They had her rigidly strapped to the bottom of the
shipping crate.
The final step was to the nail the top of the shipping container to the
sides. The two carried the lid to the wooden crate, adjusted its placement and
nailed it down.
They knelt before the mistress, hoping for some sign they had done a
good job and would not end up in the next crate.
So this was how Missy spent her next couple of hours. Not only was she
in total darkness because of the satin hood, the wooden crate kept her from
hearing anything.
Of course she could tell when they were moving her, the crate moved up
and down and shook when being moved forward. Other than that, she had no idea
what was going on. She really had no reason to know anything. She was only a
slave girl.
She did contemplate her fate, how she had begun the morning as a free
woman and had ended up as goods in a shipping crate. She felt the leather slave
collar about her neck that gave them the right to do all this to her.
It was in the evening of her first full day as a slave girl that Missy
arrived at her new owner's place of business. She had remained on Billy's
shipping dock for a couple hours until the transport wagon arrived. The journey
was half an hour long. She waited another hour on the loading dock once she
arrived.
Missy had already decided she was going to be the best slave girl ever
to keep this from happening to her again.
Finally that moment came to free her. The blonde found herself removed
from the crate and satin bag, blindfolded with a secure leather blindfold,
gagged with a ballgag and rebound with a pair of handcuffs. Someone used a leash
attached to her collar to lead her down the hall to a room.
Four slave girls pounced on Missy once they had the signal to proceed.
Each wore a pink satin sheath that covered her bottom and little else. The
neckline of the outfit came directly before the boobs. Each wore high-heeled
sandals that matched the shade of pink of her minimal clothing.
Missy allowed them to move her about to as they wanted. These four knew
what to do. They had processed dozens of slave girls and hoped to gain the
approval of their mistress so that they could have a different job that had much
more rewarding benefits.
They had been purchased to do the same job for which Missy had been
purchased. They had failed to please, so their owner gave them a different job,
one, that in their eyes, was much more demeaning.
In five minutes, the four sheath-clad slave girls had the beautiful
blonde dressed in sheer black stockings, and a pink satin garter belt with black
lace trim, a pink lace bra, and high heeled, patent leather shoes to match the
lingerie. To dress her, they did not have to remove the handcuffs.
When the four finished, they knelt in a row on the floor facing the
door. They connected their collars together with chains about half a meter long.
Once they had their hands cuffed behind their back the mistress could leave.
The four were going nowhere without permission.
The mistress attached a leash to Missy's collar and led the newly
collared blonde from the room, not having taken the blindfold from her eyes.
Their destination was one of the training rooms. Two more slave girls
waited in it, dressed as the previous four had been. The mistress led Missy to
the center of the room where she could attach the end of the leash to a ring
hanging down from the ceiling. This insured that the slave girl could not run
off.
With a wave of her hand, the mistress signaled the two to begin work on
Missy. One picked up a black leather single glove from a table while the other
chose a broad leather strap. The slave girl with the strap went to work first,
sliding it under the blonde's upper arms and buckling the ends together. As she
drew the working end through the buckle, the loop of leather grew smaller,
slowly drawing Missy's elbows together. The blonde wanted to cry out in pain,
but could not because of the gag.
Once she had the blonde's arms secured, she removed the handcuffs,
knowing the strap kept the captive from resisting. As the first slave girl
removed the cuffs, the second moved into position to slide Missy's hands into
the single glove. With the captive's elbows already held together by the strap,
pulling it up her arms was easy. The first slave girl had moved around before
the blonde. While her companion held the single glove in place, she pulled a
strap over Missy's right shoulder, brought it across her chest above her amble
bosom, and buckled it to the single glove under her left shoulder. When she had
repeated the process with the other strap so they cross immediately below
Missy's collar, the bondage device would not come off.
The slave girl standing behind Missy threaded the lacings through the
single glove, slowly encasing the blonde's arms in leather. When she reached
the top, she tied the ends together in a square knot. Once again the captive
slave girl was helplessly bound. There was nothing Misty could do to get free.
The two then adjusted the straps passing over the blonde's shoulders.
They secured the straps so there was no slack in them.
The second slave girl then used a slender steel rod to draw all slack
from the lacings beginning at the bottom.
The mistress freed the end of the leash from the ring, and used it to
lead Missy through a door to another room where her training would occur. The
two slave girls followed. She jerked down on the leash, and to insure that the
slave girl knew what she wanted her to do, snapped the order, "Kneel!"
The blonde lowered her left knee to the floor. She brought her right
down to join it. In this servile position, she awaited her mistress's next
order.
"Now I want you to sit on this bench cross-legged."
Missy lowered her bottom to the floor, discovering just how sore it was.
Still, she was afraid that she would be spanked further if she did not quickly
obey. The mistress squatted before the captive to wrap a leather sheath around
her calves. Three narrow straps secured the item in place. This device had one
small D-ring riveted to it. Before fastening the straps, she adjusted it so it
pointed toward the captive's pussy.
The two slave girls then moved to Missy's left and right, grabbing hold
of the upper her arm on that side.
"Come to your knees."
Missy wondered how she was supposed to do that bound as she was, but
with the two slave girls pulling up on her body, she found that she could
stretch out so she was on her knees with her calves held apart by that leather
sheath. The two slave girls then pushed down, forcing the blonde to arch her
back.
There was a ring at the end of the single glove that was only ten or so
centimeters from the ring on the leg sheath. The mistress squatted behind Missy
to attach a short chain between the two rings. On each end was a hook. "Down!"
she ordered. The two slave girls pushed harder on the captive despite her
muffled complaints. The mistress hooked the second ring. With a slight nod, she
signaled them to ease up. The tension on the chain increased. Only by drawing
her hands closer to the leg sheath could she get it off.
In other words, Missy was bound like that until someone came to free
her.
The mistress rose and stepped back. With another nod, she signaled the
two to lower the blonde to the floor so she was on her back.
In this position, Missy's body was arch to so her head and shoulders
were against the bench and her knees about half a meter away. Because of the
leather sheath and the position of her legs, her pussy was exposed as the
highest part of her body.
The two slave girls moved around in front of Missy, kneeling so they
could stare at her pussy. As with the four slave girls in the other room, they
were being punished. Staring at another slave girl's to pussy was part of their
punishment. They would like nothing better than to explore it with their
tongues, but the ballgags filling their mouths prohibited that.
The mistress moved around behind the two with handcuffs. They already
had their arms behind their backs in anticipation of being bound again. They
also crossed their legs at the ankle. Each leaned forward with her hands raised
in the air. Once each felt the cold steel on her wrists, she lowered her arms
and raised her head and shoulders. The two then crossed their ankles so the
mistress could run a chain from the handcuffs down about their crossed ankles
and back up to the handcuffs. This made it impossible for them to leave that
position. They could only kneel and watch.
The mistress stepped around to a cabinet where she selected a
wedged-shaped pillow. Grabbing Missy by the hair, she pulled her head up so she
could slide the pillow underneath. She then removed Missy's blindfold.
By moving her head back a little the blonde could watch as the woman
stripped from the waist down. She straddled Missy's head, the top of the
blonde's head against her pubic. She placed the tip of her right index finger on
the captive's nose to insure she had her attention.
"Do you realize that your pussy is exposed?"
The blonde nodded.
"Your pussy can be a place of either great pleasure, or great pain. Do
you like pleasure?"
Another nod.
"What about pain?"
The captive moved her head back and forth between the mistress's thighs.
The mistress produced a willowy switch.
"What about one blow, right here."
"Aggggghhhhhh!!"
The blow to the blonde's pussy was little more than a tap, but the pain
was intense.
The mistress smiled. Missy would become a willing slave rather quickly.
"This is the game we are going to play. I am going to straddle your face
so you can get your nose into my pussy. Then you are going to move your head up
and down until I come. And if you stop...One blow here..." She let the switch
fall on the blonde's left tittie. "One here." The right tittie. "And finally one
here." The switch landed between her legs again.
"Are you ready to begin?"
As the blonde nodded, the mistress moved forward to straddle her
captive's face. She lowered her weight down on her pussy rested on Missy's nose.
"Don't start until I tell you to."
The whole purpose of this part of her training was her simple
humiliation. When all self-respect had been stripped away, she would be willing
to please.
"Begin."
Within a few seconds the captive blonde found herself having trouble
breathing. Her nose became wedged in the woman's love nest, and the rubber ball
kept her from breathing through her mouth.
Eventually, she had to stop.
Whack!
"Ahhhh!!"
Whack!
Ahhhhh!!"
Whack!
"Aagggghhhhh!!"
"Don't stop. I didn't give you permission to stop."
Any mistress used to being serviced by slave girls had a hair-trigger
pussy. This one had to fight hard to keep from coming quickly. She raised her
body so she could remove the blonde's gag. She lowered her body so once again
her pussy was on the bench beyond the top of the Missy's head. She leaned
forward so their eyes were only a few centimeters apart.
"Now thank me."
"Thank you for letting me service you."
"Do you know what your two most important assets are?"
Missy started to nod, but shook her head when she could not think of the
second.
"Your first is you pussy. The second is your tongue. One is for getting
pleasure, the other is for giving it. Say that."
"My pussy is for getting pleasure, my tongue is for giving it."
"Now I'm going to let you do with your tongue what you were just doing
with your nose. If you behave, you will be rewarded. If you don't..."
Without finishing the sentence, she moved her body forward so her pussy
was pressed against the blonde's mouth.
"Put your tongue inside my pussy and keep it there. Every time you draw
it out, I'm going to give you a swat on the pussy."
She allowed the switch to land gently on the blonde's exposed pussy.
Missy responded by whimpering a little. She knew better than to cry out or beg
for mercy because that would only result in further punishment.
Missy tried to obey. She kept her tongue inside the woman for over a
minute before it became tired. She drew out to allow it to rest for only a
fraction of a second, but inserted it back in quickly when her pussy exploded in
pain.
Whack!
She wanted to cry out but could not. A gag muffled her cries, and that
gag was another woman's pussy.
For the next hour she kept her tongue in the woman most of the time.
She received four more whacks on this most sensitive part of her body. She was
not disobeying intentionally. She wanted to please her mistress to avoid
further punishment.
The mistress climbed off Missy's face.
"Well, you have been pretty good. Do you think you deserve a reward?"
The captive blonde nodded.
"Let me see what you can do. Open up."
She inserted a ballgag in the captive's mouth, but did not buckle it.
She wanted access to Missy's mouth. She moved to the kneeling slave girls. She
removed the chains so one could stand. The other slid forward so her face was
in the blonde's crotch. She removed her ballgag. The slave girl stared at
Missy's pussy without moving.
With a wave of her hand, she signaled the slave girl to start. That
slave girl knew what to do. In just a few seconds she had the blonde captive
aroused.
At the same time the other slave girls straddled the blonde's face so
her pussy was directly above Missy's mouth. Once the mistress removed the gag,
she lowered her body so the blonde slave could use her tongue.
This was a most uncomfortable position for a woman to be bound, but the
awkward position did not stop Missy's body from exploding with one orgasm after
another. She knew she should hate this, but she found herself enjoying it, as
she had never before had as many orgasms in such a short time.
All too soon it was over. The mistress signaled the slave girl to get
off Missy's face. She immediately slipped a ballgag into the blonde's open
mouth. She did not fasten it yet. She had no fear about the blonde trying to
get it out.
When she saw her sister slave rising, the other slave girl pulled her
face from Missy's crotch. If the blonde did not work, she would not be aroused.
That was a simple of being a slave girl.
The mistress applied a ballgag to the mouth of the second slave girl
before pulling her to her feet. She then led both out to the hall where she
tethered them to rings on the wall. She was finished with them. They had done
their part in training for Missy.
The mistress sat on the floor next to Missy facing the opposite
direction. She could see the blonde slave girl's face and Missy could see hers.
"So you see, I have the ability to give you pleasure, or to give you
pain. Which will it be?"
The blonde shook her head. She was not certain how she was supposed to
answer.
"If you are a good little slave girl, I will let you come again and
again. All you have to do is follow instructions. Do you agree?"
The blonde nodded.
The mistress lifted Missy from the bench and laid her face down on the
floor. She removed the leather sheath about the blonde's shins so her legs were
free.
"On your knees."
The blonde pulled her legs underneath her so she knelt. The movement was
slow and awkward as she was still stiff from being bound in that uncomfortable
position.
The mistress pulled a chair in front of Missy so she could sit. She
pointed at her pussy with the index finger of both hands
"This pussy is your world. How you treat it determines what happens to
you. Do you understand?"
Once again the blonde nodded.
As she spoke, the mistress bunched together the slave girl's long
tresses to form a pigtail high on the right side of her head. A small leather
sheath five centimeters long encircled the hair so the pintails hung down that
five centimeters from her head. Before continuing she did the same to the
remainder of Missy's hair, forming a pigtail on the left side of her head. Her
hair now formed handles so her mistress could control the movement of her head.
The mistress jerked the rubber ball from the blonde's mouth, dropping it
on the floor so she could find it easily when she no longer needed access to the
slave girl's mouth.
"Now tell me I have the most beautiful pussy in the world."
Missy stared intently at the woman's love nest. She could not believe
the woman expected her to make love to it.
"Mistress, you have the most beautiful pussy in the world."
Grabbing the blonde by the left pigtail, she jerked her head a little.
"Say it again and this time mean it."
"Mistress, you have the most beautiful pussy in the world."
"Show me you mean by giving it a kiss."
The blonde leaned forward a little. Forming her lips into a kissable
pout, she pressed them lightly against the woman's pussy.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
The blonde realized what was going on.
"No, mistress. I enjoyed it. You have the most beautiful pussy in the
world."
"Now I'm going to teach you how to make love to a woman. If you do a
good job you will be rewarded. If you do not, you will spend the next several
days with your tongue inserted in the pussy of one slave girl after another."
Missy decided right and there that she would be a good little slave
girl.
"You began by kissing my pussy, and then purring can contentedly as
tough you are a cat with a saucer of milk."
Missy leaned forward to plant another gentle kiss on the woman's pussy.
She allowed a slight rumbling to escape her lips.
"Now take your tongue, and rub it up the left side. That's right, slave
girl. Once you are at the top, then you bring your time down the other side.
Good. Good. Now pause, and then repeat the steps."
Slowly the blonde rubbed the tip of her tongue along the pussy lip on
her left until she was at the top, and then she brought it slowly down to the
bottom along the right lip. At the bottom she pulled her tongue into her mouth
then extended it again to repeat the process. Up to the top, down to the bottom
"Now I want you to start at the beginning. This time after you have
licked my pussy lips twice, I want you to plant your lips on my lips and insert
your tongue in as far as you can and wiggle it around. Hold it in there for
several seconds, then pull it out. Then repeat the steps of licking my pussy
and insert your tongue in again. Continue doing this until I tell you to
stop."
Missy extended her head forward again to plant a kiss on the woman's
pussy. Her tongue explored the lips of the pussy, up and down, a pause, up and
down. She then inserted her tongue in as far as it would go, wiggling it the
entire time. After counting slowly to five, she drew her tongue out. She put
in back in her own mouth to make it moist before extending it again to lick the
woman's pussy again. Twice around the woman's love nest, then her tongue went
back inside.
The blonde slave girl continued doing this up for five minutes. She
could tell that her mistress was becoming aroused. She expected to make her
come, but this was not to be.
"Now I want you to do something else." She grabbed the blonde by her
pintails to push her head back. By twisting her hair she forced the beautiful
captive to look up at her.
"This time, when you pull your tongue out, I want you to start licking
up and down in my pussy. Begin from the beginning."
The blonde leaned forward to plant a kiss on the woman's pussy and then
began the process from the beginning. The woman held the blonde's pigtails to
control her head. Missy realized that she was stimulating the woman sexually,
but she had no control over her own body. She was doing what the mistress
wanted.
"Now I want you to do it all over again. I want to make certain you know
what to do. After you lick my pussy, put your tongue back into your mouth so
you can kiss it again. Then start licking again. Continue doing this until I
tell you to stop."
The blonde leaned forward again to kiss the pussy. Her tongue explored
the woman's body as she had been told. Five minutes later, the mistress uttered
a loud moan as she came. Missy felt some degree of satisfaction knowing she had
caused that.
She continued kissing and licking as she had been ordered. When the
mistress thought she had demonstrated that she had memorized this routine, she
pushed Missy's head back using her pigtails.
"Good so far. Now the next step. After you have explored by pussy with
your tongue, you lick my lips, then you suck my glans while you count to ten
very, very slowly. Then you lick my pussy lips twice. Then lick my glans twelve
times, no more, no less. Then you rub your tongue around by pussy licks twice,
insert your tongue deep into my pussy again, lick the pussy lips, then lick the
glans, pussy lips, pussy, pussy lips. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop."
Against she twisted the blonde's hair. Missy was already looking up at
her. This time she wanted the slave girl to feel pain to reinforce what she was
saying.
"Don't let me, though. This is not a race. Your only reason for
existence is to bring me pleasure. You do that by letting me build up for a
grand climax over several minutes."
Again, Missy leaned forward. Her lips touched the mistress's pussy.
Her tongue explored the lips. She showed it deep inside her mistress. She drew
it out. Her tongue moved around the pussy lips twice before landing on the
woman's glans. She sucked on it, realizing that the woman was close to an
orgasm. She wondered if she should stop or continue, running the risk of making
her mistress come.
If she stopped though, she knew the woman would beat her pussy.
Her tongue moved around the pussy lips twice before finding the glans.
"You know the ritual now just continue doing it over and over again
until I tell you to stop. Remember the purpose is to give me the maximum amount
of pleasure, not to make me come. I will judge you on the pleasure I have from
your tongue, and not the number of orgasms I have."
Again, the blonde slave girl leaned forward. She repeated the steps
over and over. She felt the mistress's body shake from one orgasm after
another. She hoped she was doing this correctly. She did not stop to ask.
When she reached the end she simply started over again.
"Well you certainly have learned a lot today."
The mistress pushed the blonde' head back so she had to keep her mouth
open.
"Stick your tongue out of your mouth."
The blonde did that.
"Keep it in that position until you are told otherwise."
Is she could only see the ceiling in that position. She heard her
mistress arise and walk from the room.
She was alone. The idea of trying to escape never occurred to her. She
knew she was naked. She knew she was bound. More than anything else, she knew
she wore a slave collar. Nobody would come to her defense. If she tried to
resist, she had no doubt that they would punish her.
The door opened behind her. Footsteps sounded as someone walked around
in front of her, taking the same seat her mistress had set him. She thought at
first it was her original mistress until she heard a voice.
"Miranda says you have learned a lot. I want you to show me exactly
what you can do with your tongue."
The woman grabbed Missy by the pigtails to control her head. The blonde
drew her tongue into her mouth to lubricate it as the woman pulled her head
forward so her mouth landed on the woman's pussy.
Missy began to lick.
