by Alan Horn
We both said, "Thank you, Master."
He set the tray on a table and brought one drink over. He said, "tilt your head back," and lifted my leash out of the way. He placed the glass to my lips and tilted t just right for me to take a long drink, several small sips at a time. It burned and was wonderful.
When he removed it I said, "Thank you so much, Master. I needed that."
He repeated the process for Regina.
He said to us, "I hope you won't be offended if I compliment you on your wonderful breasts. I have never seen so much natural beauty so well adorned."
We both demurred.
He said to me,"I heard Jack say you have been his slave only for a couple of months. You have remarkable poise for such a short time."
I responded, "Master, I was trained intensively after I volunteered. I have been back about two months."
He asked, "Do you think there is any chance Jack would rent either of you to me for a night?"
Regina and I looked at each other. I thought it would be fun, but I said, "Master, you must ask Master Jack, but I don't think so."
"Oh well," he said, "I wouldn't let you if you were mine, either. But I guess it won't hurt to ask." and he sauntered away.
We must have talked to a hundred people that night, but none so memorable as the nameless stranger. I never did hear from him again and my Master never mentioned an offer to rent me. Oh, well.
I soon gave birth to a lovely baby boy my master named 'James'. Regina produced a girl 'Sybil', and I followed with another girl, 'Jennifer'.
Male society soon decided it liked having women as slaves rather than partners. Regina was a murderer and she cost a lot to imprison. Then Dr. Benoit discovered that slavery would cure her. I was allowed to declare myself a slave because my master knew Dr. Benoit. After that, all women convicted of a crime were enslaved. Soon, many women saw how happy the slaves were and wanted that happiness for themselves. Of course men were happy to oblige.
Maude committed to slavery soon after Jennifer was born. She joined us in calling Jack, 'Master' since she had no man of her own. She returned from training equipped identically to Regina and I.
By the time our children were teens all females were enslaved when they reached eighteen years of age. They became property of their fathers, or if he was dead, property of their nearest male relative. Fathers sought young men who would be good masters for their daughters. Sales were negotiated. The women had no say in the matter. Much like arranged marriages except the women had no say.
Regina's chains and rings were required because she was a criminal. Mine were optional because I volunteered. I only had to wear a collar with my master's name and address on it, a nose ring, and ankle chains. But Masters may do anything they want with their slaves, just like the rest of their property. Master Jack wanted me chained and ringed identical to Regina. He made sure we were treated identically by the staff. He once said to me that we were both his slaves and both his ex-wives. He recalled me telling him I wanted to be a better slave than Regina so he had provided a level playing field.
I often saw him looking at one of us like a cat watching a mouse. I think all men would like to see all women chained and kneeling at their feet.. I admit I think that's where I belong and Regina says the same for her. But it would be nice to have my hands free like the other volunteered slave girls on the estate. Which is everyone, now.
I thought that all slaves would be equal, and maybe they are, elsewhere. In Master Jack's house, though, Regina and I are the low slaves. Everyone else, even the other slaves, had whip rights over us. He said it was because we were both his ex-wives and he liked this arrangement. Said it made us even more submissive. Its not fair. I volunteered. The other slaves even get to move us around and have the keys to our chains. They may wear collars, but they act like they are our Mistresses. And we have to treat them as our Mistresses or be whipped! My master can be a jerk, sometimes..
So basically, I was always chained to something solid or locked in a cage. Even when I was working and chained to a ring, someone was always watching me. Jack trusted his other slaves to control Regina and I, but didn't trust his ex-wives. I guess I couldn't blame him, but neither Regina or I wanted to escape. We were happier than ever before.
A normal day began and ended with Jack whipping both of us. We were taken us to Heaven with multiple whip orgasms followed by one with him. Last night he fucked me to a stupendous orgasm in the dungeon and I spent the night chained to a ring at the foot of his bed. Regina and I both sleep in his bedroom with the one he fucked getting to sleep with him in bed. The other sleeps at the foot of the bed with her nose leash locked to a ring. The lucky one has her leash locked to a ring in the headboard. He switches us the next day. Our hands were always locked in reverse prayer when we slept or when he had us.
Our whippings were ceremonial affairs and Jack usually had Stevens help. Jack would whip one of us and Stevens the other. They would alternate between orgasms. When Jack thought we were ready, he would fuck one of us standing up. Stevens would lower the chain holding the other's hands down and have her bend over. Then he would fuck either the mouth or ass. I preferred the mouth, both of them tasted yummy. I could eat their cum all day. I would probably get fat and be exercised harder, but it would be worth it.
James was Master Jack's and my son. He quickly learned that he, too was my master. From when he was twelve until about sixteen he rather enjoyed having Regina and I to play with. He was learning about sex. It was the most humiliating time of my life. He had one of us in the pillory every day and practiced incessantly with the whips and canes laying about. He learned to love whipping us to orgasm and would sometimes keep us thrashing and moaning for hours. He enjoyed developing creative ways to give us pain. Never too bad, but enough to keep us very submissive.
He experimented with spring clamps and weights and springs on our rings and nipples. I spent several very uncomfortable afternoons wearing a diaper loaded with stinging nettle leaves. A favorite torture was to take Regina and I on a long walk around the garden. He led us by our nose leashes. Before we started he would fit us with a thin leather strap. He would clip it on to the rear ring of our waist bands, run it between our legs, and buckle it snug in front. It pulled tight into our pussies, between our labia lips. It hurt to walk, but we would orgasm every thirty feet. He wouldn't stop for our orgasms, but just kept walking slowly forward. We gasped and moaned and stumbled along trying to keep our leashes slack.
Master Jack had forbidden James from having intercourse with us, but anal or oral sex was OK. It was unbearably humiliating to be forced into any kind of sex by my son, but there was no option for me. The first couple of times, I refused to cooperate. He would just lock me in the pillory, whip me fiercely, and have his way with me. After a few of these sessions I cooperated. Regina never had the mother issue and always cooperated. After getting over my problem, we both enjoyed his attentions. At least they were much more pleasant than the painful play.
One fine spring day, Regina, Sybil, Jennifer and I were in the slave's quarters, just talking. Regina and I were, of course, chained, collared, and ringed. Our permanent nose leashes dangled in front of us. Sybil and Jennifer, although our daughters, were free. They were our mistresses and we had to obey their every command. Regina and I were kneeling on cushions, enjoying the sun. Jennifer and Sybil were reclining naked on cushions, which they would not let us do. Their father's order was that his slaves could only kneel or lay flat.
Both girls had training chains locked on their ankles. This was customary when a girl reached sixteen so they could learn to walk gracefully in them. Sybil was almost eighteen and Jack said he had a potential master lined up for her. Nothing definite yet, but promising. Sybil had just been fitted with a collar and wrist chains so she could get used to their feel. Sybil was trying to convince Regina that it was time for her to have her rings installed. "But mom, I will have them when I turn eighteen and that's only a few months away. All the girls
in my class have them now. I'm the only one who can't practice. My friends all say they feel wonderful and I love the way they look on you and Anna. Please talk to Father and see if I can get them?"
Jennifer chimed in, "Please Regina, Mother, you too. Father will listen if both of you tell him its the right time. Besides, I want my rings too. Even in my class, several girls already have them. They look wonderful and they make you feel all bubbly inside."
"Jenny," I said, "how do you know any girls who have rings already? Surely they are covered by your clothes. Don't tell me they have nose rings too!"
"Mother!" said Jennifer, " you know a girl doesn't get a real nose ring until they are enslaved. Some of he older girls have smaller 'training' rings in their noses. It lets them become accustomed to the weight and feel. They say it is a very strange sensation at first and does take getting us to. The girls who have the other rings are proud and open their clothes to show us. And when one of us is bad they have to spend all day naked."
"Sybil, Jennifer," I said, "You know Regina and I have no say at all in anything. We are slaves, just as you will soon be. You must learn well that your opinions, desires, and feelings are not important. To anyone, and soon, not even to you. Becoming a slave was the most terrifying, rewarding, and scary thing I have ever done. You fortunately, will be spared my anguish because you have no choice. Stop whining."
Sybil asked, "Anna, We both know what it means to be a slave and we're ready. But what did you mean when you said you were scared about becoming a slave. Did you have a choice?"
"Yes, Sybil, I did. Neither Regina nor I were born to be slaves. When we were young girls we did not have to 'be' anything. All women were free. We could choose a profession, go to any school , marry or not, travel the world. Then slavery for women was started and Regina was one of the first. She didn't have a choice. She came to live with your father and me. I saw how much better her life was than mine and I asked to be a slave. It was a wonderful decision for me. Soon after that the ability to choose to be a slave or not was taken away from us. Now all women are slaves. But it has been good for us. You know, when I was a young woman, one of the most discussed things we girls talked about was our diets. We all were worried about getting fat. Now look at us. Regina and I are as slim and fit as you teenagers. Of course the food we ate then was full of sugar and fat and starches and tasted wonderful. Now we get the same 'slave porridge' every meal. We have no desire to eat it, but we must or be punished. And we are forced to exercise. I can't count the number of miles I've pulled carts and buggies.
"But mother," asked Jennifer, " who took it away? Was it father? "
"No, Jenny," I said. It was men, all men."
"Why did they do it, mother, asked Jennifer?
"Jennifer, Sybil," I said. You know men are larger, stronger, faster than women. You also know all about reproduction. Women have babies. Both men and women are necessary. Both men and women get great pleasure from sex. For most of human life men made things. they fought, they created civilizations and tore them down. Women have always been submissive to the greater strength and power of men. If we weren't they would force us to do what they wanted anyway. Everything women had, we got from men. Mostly it was a good arrangement. Women learned how to use our beauty, and sex to get men to protect us and care for us. We took care of the home and had babies.
Then, when I was young, society invented many new things that gave women more free time. Time away from our traditional duties. Some of us decided to try and win more concessions from men. Like the right to vote and equal pay with men. We agitated for the right to control our own lives. Some women became strident, started marching in the streets. They accused men of intentionally holding us back. Men simply became tired of this and put us down, not only back where we were, but below that. Now we are all slaves and must obey men, our masters. We are back where we used to be. Before 'modern' changes in society drove us away from our nature. Men protect us, house us, feed us, make us comfortable, and give us immense pleasure. The price they charge us is obedience, availability, pleasure, and respect. Its not a bad deal for any of us.. I am much happier than I was before I was a slave. You too will like it.
Sybil said, "Slaves, you have changed the subject. While history is fascinating, what is, is. Both Jennifer and I want our rings. We want them now so we can feel closer to our friends and be more attractive to our future masters.
Anna, Regina, you are our mothers, but you are also our slaves and must obey our command. Talk to Father and ask him to have nipple and labia rings put in both of us."
Regina and I looked at each other, knelt and said, "Yes Mistress." I said, "Mistresses, one of you must open the door, we cannot."
Sybil said, "Slaves, stand and face the door." Regina and I obeyed promptly. We had both felt the sting of Sybil's whip. We knew both girls enjoyed making us dance to the whip. Even though we gave birth to them, they hit hard and enjoyed it. They enjoyed any excuse to make us howl. They both told us frequently that they enjoyed making us dance and shout. They also knew it would happen to them after they were enslaved. A couple of times recently they had their friends over and everyone enjoyed playing with us. We had to dance for them and they made us lick their pussy's until our tongues were sore. We were whipped by all of them for imagined infractions. Anyway we mothers were obedient to our daughters.
Sybil locked our hands to the back rings of our waistband and let us out to go find our master.
As ordered, Regina and I went to Master Jack's office and found him sitting at his desk reading some papers. We knelt on the carpet facing him and waited for him to look at us. He looked up.
"Master, we have been ordered to speak with you by your daughters. May we speak?" I asked.
Good morning my slaves, Jack said, "What do our children wish?"
"Master, both Sybil and Jennifer ask to have their nipple and labia rings installed. They claim that many girls at school have them and they feel left out. I remember that peer pressure is strong at their ages," I said.
Regina chimed in, "Master, Sybil is seventeen and a half. She will be formally enslaved in six months. It is perhaps best that she receive her rings now so she is comfortable with them when they are made permanent. Jennifer is very young for them."
Jack looked thoughtful and said, "Yes, Sybil may have her rings put in. I will take her into town tomorrow morning and have it done. I will also have a gromet and a training ring put in her nose with a leash. I guess she should have a training version of the rest of her gear. Tell her to expect to return tomorrow with everything you two have. Start her sleeping with her hands locked behind her. Is there anything else? No, return to your quarters. You are both looking lovely today I will spend the evening with the family. I want to discuss the upcoming Slave's Day festivities with you, pass the word, please."
Chapter 16 - Consequences
Jack dressed in his Sunday best. It was the same clothes he wore when he received his knighthood. His son, James, drove the carriage while Jack waved to the crowds lining the route. Four of his slave girls pulled the carriage, His two former wives in front and Maude and Holly in the rear. All of them were in their dressy pony girl tack. Their headgear had tall, ostrich feather plumes in white. When they moved the plumes danced above their proud heads and the bells on their rings jingled. Jack was the Grand Marshall of the Slave's Day (formerly Mother's Day) Parade. A coffle of ten more slave girls of his estate was fastened to the rear of his carriage. They were all volunteer slaves so their hands were just cuffed in front. The rest of their gear was standard.
All had bells on their nose and nipple rings. last on the coffle were his two daughters, Sybil and Jennifer, and almost old enough to be enslaved. They wore thin summer dresses and light walking chains on their ankles. Their collars were locked to the coffle, but their hands were free. Each carried a basket, overflowing with flowers they would toss to the onlookers. Some of the men from his estate flanked the coffle.
Jack said, "Jim, you are old e
nough to have your own slave girl. Have you got your eye on anyone in particular?"
James replied, "No, father. I've gone to the dances and shows but I haven't seen anyone I like a lot. You've never told me why you prefer slave girls to free women. Don't you like them?"
"Jim," his father said, "I love women. I think every man should own one. I like most women I've met. As a matter of fact, I was married to both those lead slaves you're driving. It turns out that both of them are much happier as slaves than they ever were as free women. When we got Regina, back in the days when slave girls were very rare. Your mother saw how happy Regina was and compared it to her own life. She decided she would rather be my slave than my wife."
"Father, asked James, " why did she want to change? Why wasn't she happy being your wife?"
"Jim," said Jack, "female slavery has been common throughout the world as far as we have records. But it was not common in England or most of what we called the civilized world. Civilization gets more complex every year. Up until a hundred years ago, there were only two kinds of people in England, rulers and slaves. Oh, we called them something else, but society was so simple that we only needed two kinds of people. Then we outgrew that and the ways men and women related got more complex. For some women it got so complex that they became less free. They had more demands on their time and got less and less pleasure from life. So many women got in trouble and were put in jail that it was a strain on society. Then Dr. Benoit, a good friend, discovered a way to return these unfortunate women to society. He trained them to be obedient and good at giving and receiving pleasure - mainly through sex. Anyway, Regina was one of the first slaves. When she came to live with us, your mother saw how happy Regina was and decided to give up her life as my wife. She decided to adopt the much more erotic life of my slave.
The world has changed quite dramatically since then. It was due to the determination of Dr. Benoit to help these women. Despite what society then thought was right. It turned out women were desperate for the hedonistic pleasure slavery could give them. It began with a few violent women. Female slavery turned out to be the cure for many of society's ills. Parliament soon imposed slavery for any female convicted of a crime. It was ruled that once a female became slave, it was permanent and she lost all human status. Marriage was dissolved. No inheritance to or from a slave was permitted. Owners could sell or give them away. In effect they had the status of livestock.