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by Alan Horn


  Some females who wanted to be enslaved turned up. The law was changed. When a female enslaved herself to a particular owner, he would have to pay the costs. If the female did not have a male "sponsor" the state would pay the cost and she would be sold at auction. A volunteer female was not a convict. So she only had to have a collar identifying her and a nose ring for easy visual determination of status.

  However, most owners opted for the full set of restraints and rings. Why not, the cost was small and the slave was more easily controlled. Also, there was no prohibition against clothing a volunteer slave. Most owners didn't bother. Those slaves who were clothed found their garb more sexually titillating than they wanted. Most industries and stores providing female garments died. Only a few survived that made and sold the most scanty and diaphanous coverings.

  The new owners needed training, of course. They had never seen women who had freed their passions from society's pressures. Dr. Benoit and several of his trainers contributed to a book titled, The Care and Enjoyment of Your Slave. published by Sir Robert through a new company. New owners were required to attend a short class before taking possession of a slave. Jack Hedley started a Cornwall Owner's Club. It offered weekly classes for new owners and free home hygiene and security inspections. It put on socials every month for new owners and their property to meet and exchange ideas and concerns. Jack soon opened franchises in ten more counties.

  In a month, the uproar dried up and female slaves began to be seen in public. Interestingly, the naked slaves were ignored, for the most part, by free women. The men ogled them and the children were fascinated.

  To ensure one's property did not wander off, a pass system was instituted. A master who wanted his slave to run an errand would fill out a small form. It had the slaves identity and when and where she could go. . It was placed in a transparent holder, much like a luggage tag, and fastened to the front ring of her collar. Anyone seeing a loose slave could stop her, check the information. If she was out of bounds, return her to her owner or the nearest police officer. Any slave caught loose without a valid pass was detained and returned.

  Once female slaves became more numerous, they were seen in public more frequently. Soon, the ratio of slave to free females seen in public grew to more than half. The government ruled that the nose leashes were no longer required. A few men removed them from their property, but most kept them. The slaves were used to them, and, in general the men saw no benefit for relaxing total control of their women. Men liked their women obedient and a nose leash is the ultimate control device.

  Chapter 13 - Public Disgrace

  The party arrangements were progressing. Maude approached Lady Anna and asked, "Lady Anna, what shall we do with Regina for the party?"

  I was surprised. Regina had been my property for several months. But she had always been in her cageand gagged when people visited. Due to the original secrecy agreements. But now that female slavery was publicly known, there was no need for secrecy. I said, "Let's have her serve drinks. We might as well make use of her now that her status is widely known. Dr. Benoit gave us a serving tray for her to wear. Would you go get that from her room and bring her to me."

  Maude brought Regina to me. I had her stand and held up the silver serving tray. I said, "I see how this goes. Maude, clip that snap onto the ring on her belt." I did the same on her side. I lifted a chain from one side of the front of the trayand passed it through Regina's collar ring. I snapped it onto a ring on the other side of the tray. It was level in front of Regina, snug to her waist. "She needs something else, doesn't she?" I asked. "She needs to look both formal and slutty. Maude, get those black high heeled boots from my closet, and let's see how they look on her. Regina, I had these boots modified for you. They have the seam on the inside to allow your ankle chain to pass through the laces."

  I walked behind Regina and locked her wrists to the back of her collar. I said to myself, "Better, but not enough." I released her hands and said, "Relax your arms." I raised her left arm out and up and locked it to the back of her collar so that her elbow stuck out, above her shoulder. I put Regina's right hand in the same position and locked it in place. Regina had never looked so exposed and vulnerable. The position lifted her breasts and forced her shoulders back, emphasizing her helplessness. I saw her silvery love juices running down the inside of her thighs.

  I laced Regina into a tight, black corset that reached from the top of her steel belt to the bottom of her breasts. It supporting and lifting them. She wore the high heeled boots, serving tray, a large, red ball gag. Now she had large golden bells hanging from all her rings. I had her walk around the room. Regina did not know she was to be exhibited to and serve a bunch of strangers tonight. She knew that her attire was unusual. Her breathing was limited to short, quick breaths, and she was noisy. Her ankle chain clattered with every step and the bells tinkled with every motion. The labia bells were so large that her thighs knocked them around at every step.

  I said, "Stop and face me." Regina moved into standing display position, facing me. I said, " Regina, I want you to learn a new command. When I say 'Ring your bell' I want you to lift and drop your breasts and make their bells ring at least three times. Do you understand?"

  She nodded her head,"Yes."

  "OK, Ring your bell," I said.

  Regina flexed her pectoral muscles. Her dance training had made them strong and put under her control. The bells rang clearly three times and I said, "Excellent, slave. I will expect just as good a performance every time, or you will be punished. Maude, take Regina down to the dining room and have her practice serving drinks on her tray."

  Maude took me downstairs and made me practice carrying full water and wine glasses. I went from the kitchen into the dining room and living room, then back to the kitchen. At every drop of spilled water, Maude added another stinging stripe to my bottom.

  During this training, I learned from comments of other staff that there was to be a large party tonight. My blood ran cold. I had never been shown to strangers before. I was mortified. I would have to walk up to and serve well dressed strangers, men and women, naked and heavily chained. I would not be able to speak or hide. My belly churned with submissive heat. I was to be publicly disgraced, humiliated, displayed like a prize dog. I wanted to hide and I wanted to strut. My Mistress was proud of me. I was beautiful enough to be collared and displayed naked to my Master and Mistress' friends.

  I wanted to impress these strangers with my grace, my beauty, and my submissiveness. I would be the best, the most impressive slave girl anyone has ever owned. I was close to orgasm. I stumbled and spilled a little water from a glass and felt the sting of the whip on my sore ass. I climaxed in the middle of the living room and dropped all the glasses as my belly contracted.

  More blows landed, accompanied by Maude's curses. I couldn't do anything about them and my heat started building toward another climax. I crumpled into a kneeling position and spread my knees. I heard Maude order, "Punishment position, slave." I pushed my ass high up and my head to the ground. Maude rained more stinging stripes onto my upraised ass and I could only feel my ass grow warmer. Please let her touch me. I'm so close to climax, just a touch on my pussy and I'll come. I'm gonna burst. I'm so, so ready. Please, God, just one finger, one stroke, please, please." I moaned piteously, "Unnnnh, Unnnnnnh." Then Maude stopped hitting me and said, " Kneel, slave."

  "Oh, no," I thought, "don't stop, please don't stop. I'm so close, please." I shook my head furiously.

  "Not done yet, are you, slave? Too bad. No pleasure for you until you can serve perfectly, and maybe not then if you take too long. Now stand up and go to the kitchen." said Maude.

  With lust in my heart and desire in my eyes, I forced a smile onto my gagged lips and stood up.

  ...

  Hours later, I was clean and freshly made up. I was standing in the parlor, leashed to a wall ring. I could see my reflection in a wall mirror. I was the picture of a beautiful, helplessly chained slave serving gir
l. The steel bands on my limbs and neck were gleaming. , My chains and rings were polished and gleaming. The bells pendant from my rings tinkled as I moved. My lips, and labia had been painted a glossy red. My toenails and fingernails were also a shiny red. The black, fishnet stockings and red garter belt framed my ringed, freshly shaven labia. A classic rosebud adorned my pussy, its stem grasped by my labia lips. I was a festive, erotic sight, both proud and ashamed.

  My hands were locked behind my head, lifting my breasts high and thrusting them out. I wore my accustomed shackles. and my feet were hobbled with my accustomed fetters. My mouth was gagged with a large red ball strapped in place. The silver serving tray clipped to my waistband was supported by a chain through my collar ring. My waist had been made narrower by the black corset laced restricting me to small, quick breaths.

  I was nervous yet filled with submissive excitement. This was my first public exhibition. The first time strangers would see my humiliating subjection. My slavery. I knew I was a natural slave, maybe all women were. I didn't know. It felt so right that I should serve and obey. I had no use for freedom. My mother, all my friends, all got everything they had through men. Men were our natural masters. They were so much larger, stronger, mentally and physically. They were so much more than I was! I wanted and needed a Master and tonight I would show that truth to my Master's friends. By my complete docile obedience, I would show them I was living my dream. A momentary sadness overtook me as I realized how much of my life had been wasted with so called freedom.

  Lady Anna entered the parlor followed by a young girl, no more than fifteen. She said, "Holly, this is our slave, Regina. Regina, Holly is Jack's niece and will be staying with us while her parents are away. Since I and the staff will be busy with our guests tonight, We have decided to put Holly in charge of you." Anna went to me and removed my gag and released my leash from the ring. "Submit to her. Holly come over here."

  I felt a blush rising, reddening her breasts and face. I thought, terrified, "She's just a child. Children are horrible to each other, what will she do to me? I'm completely helpless. I'll just be a toy, a plaything." My mind conjured up images of being displayed to all Holly's friends. Being whipped to orgasm for their delight, forced to suck off all the boys she knew. Taken to school for 'Show and Tell.' For a grown woman be in thrall to a child was the most humiliating fate imaginable.

  Holly walked over in front of me, looking in wonder at the naked, chained woman who was now under her control. Lady Anna handed my leash to Holly. For an endless moment, I contemplated refusing to submit. Then I remembered I was only a slave, and, of course, any free female was my Mistress. I would be punished for failing to obey. Rebellion was impossible and submission was my only course. Ashamed, I submitted, knelt, and kissed Holly's shoes. I cleaned them, licking them with long sensuous strokes of my tongue. I said, " Mistress, I am Regina, your slave. I am your property forever and will obey you completely in all things. Command me mistress.”

  Holly was in Heaven. She held a leash connected to the nose of an adult woman. Her slave. Naked, and helpless with large breasts and more rings in her nipples and pussy. She was hers to command. Her hands were locked behind her head and her feet were chained together. She had a wonderfully thick, heavy collar around her neck. Her bells were a wonderful addition. She was belled like her cat so every move she made rang out to all nearby. She was just like her horse. She was bigger and stronger but helpless and totally controlled by the leash to her nose ring. And she was intelligent. She could talk and she could be given complex commands. Holly said, "Stand up, slave." Regina instantly went to standing display.

  Holly asked, "Aunt Anna, what if Regina doesn't do what I say?"

  "If a slave does not obey, she must be punished," said Anna, Here is a whip we use to correct her. Usually, just a single stroke on her bottom will fix the problem. It stings, but won't really hurt her. Use it anytime she balks, or struggles, or fails in any way to do what you order or if she fails to smile."

  "I can hit her with this?" asked Holly.

  "Yes, Holly she is just a slave whose duty is only to obey complete and respectfully. She sometimes needs our help to understand her duty."

  "One more thing, Holly, " said Anna, "come around behind her. Look here, do you see this metal? It is a plug. It keeps her from crapping until we remove it. We do it in the morning and evening. Her pussy is left open so she needs to tell us when she needs to urinate. She is only allowed to pee in the garden. If you take her out to pee, let her take you to the proper place. Tonight I want her not to speak, so strap the gag tightly in her mouth when the guests arrive. Since she won't be able to use words to tell you when she needs to pee, I have taught her a new trick. Regina, Ring your bell!

  I complied and the sounds of my bell rang out loudly.

  Holly clapped her hands and said, "That's wonderful. Does she know any more tricks?"

  "Oh, yes," said Anna, "She does a wonderful belly dance she can show you tomorrow. For now, you know she is serving drinks tonight and she has practiced that. The basic rules for her are simple. she is not allowed to use the furniture. She must stand or kneel. When she is not fastened to a ring or closely supervised, you must hold her leash." Anna produced a small padlock and key. She handed the key to Holly and said, "don't lose that. You see she always wears her leash on her nose ring. Don't pull too hard. The nose is sensitive and she will respond easily to just a light tug.

  Lady Anna said, "Be careful with her leash tonight. Regina will be carrying drinks on her tray. You could just thread it down between the tray and her body and hold it low. Up to you, but hold it close to her. We don't want it to get tangled when she is circulating among the guests."

  Lady Anna picked up a light chain leash from a table, reached between my legs and clipped it to my labia rings. She continued, "This pussy leash is another option. If you want to use it tonight, just clip the end of her nose leash to her collar. Try it." She thrust the chain into Holly's hand. My legs buckled and I almost fell, but caught myself. Anna explained, "We don't usually use her pussy rings for control. But since she is serving drinks, the higher rings could interfere. All women are sensitive down here, so the extra weight will cause her to become aroused. Be gentle with her and she will try hard to obey the leash. If you need to leave her, for any reason, just lock her to a convenient ring until you get back."

  "Oh, I will be careful, Aunt Anna," said Holly, "I think we will become good friends tonight."

  "Good," Anna said, "I need to go now. see if she needs to pee."

  Holly walked back around to my front and passed the chain between my legs. I visibly trembled. "You've not been handled by a girl before, have you?" asked Holly.

  "No, Mistress," I said.

  Why aren't you smiling, slave?" Holly asked.

  "I'm sorry, Mistress, I'm nervous and scared you might hurt me," I said.

  "Don't worry, slave. If you do your best to obey me, I won't hurt you. Tell me, how does the leash feel? It looks like its pulling your pussy lips down a little" Holly asked.

  "Mistress, I feel the extra weight, but it doesn't hurt. I'm afraid if I have to walk too far, I will have an orgasm. The weight of the rings and bells make me very hot when I walk and the new weight may push me over," I said.

  "Good," said Holly, "I want to see you orgasm. I have heard about it but never seen it. I have to take you out to pee, anyway. I suppose it will happen quicker if I make you walk faster, won't it?"

  "Mistress, please, don't make me come," I pleaded, "Once I start I won't be able to stop and I won't be able to serve! I'll die."

  "Really, I'll bet you stop if I put these tiny little clamps Aunt Anna gave me on your nipples," said Holly. She held out her hand so I could see the small, spring clamps. They had serrated teeth and looked painful. I shuddered but did not say anything. I supposed the little devil was correct.

  Holly said, "Let's go," and started walking toward the outside door. I hurried after her, trying to keep my leash slack. The
short chain connecting my ankles forced me to take quick short steps. Two or three for every one of the unhampered girl's stride. The bells between my thighs chimed like a bicycle bell at every mincing step.

  My fears were well-founded, I was almost to my open air relief station when the orgasm broke. I squealed and gasped as the scalding love juices flooded my vagina. My belly clenched and I stumbled. Holly had slowed her pace when she heard the moans that preceded my orgasm. She had turned her head to watch as the orgasm made every muscle in my body spasm.

  Holly said, "Golly, I can make you orgasm just by pulling you fast? I never heard that was possible. Is it just you or do all women do that? I wish I could have an orgasm like that. It looks wonderful." She grasped my leash close to my nose and put a finger through my labia rings and pulled me close. "Answer me. Is it just you or do all women react like you?"

  I gasped at the sharp pain. I replied, "Mistress, I do not know about all women, but those I trained with react like me."

  She released my labia rings and relaxed her grip on my leash. She started walking again once I had straightened up and opened my eyes.

  "Golly, Regina," Holly said, " that was spectacular. Do you always orgasm that hard?" "Yes, Mistress," my training caused me to have strong orgasms." "Do they feel as good as they look?" "Mistress, they feel much better than they look. All the orgasms I had before being enslaved, added together, do not equal one of these slave orgasms. I am embarrassed by the noise I make." "Well, I enjoyed your show. Let's see if you can do two of them on the way back." "Oh, no, Mistress, please not." "Be quiet, slave." "Yes, Mistress."

  I squatted over the hole and peed. Holly put the gag in my mouth and strapped it tight. She ran her hands over my breasts, rubbing her fingertips in a circle around the nipple. She flicked and tugged on my rings. She flicked the bells making a tinkling sound as the clappers swung. I moaned after the first ding. Holly lowered her right hand to my loins and stroked her fingers up and down my labia lips. Then she took a ring in each hand, left on a nipple ring and right on a labia ring and tweaked both of them at the same time. My breathing became ragged, then gasping. Low moans creeping out of my nose, past the ring and into the night air.

 

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