by Alan Horn
20 July 1913. Royal Asylum
I haven't seen Mary or Elizabeth since last night. They were taken away after dinner. They weren't the first to go. There are only six slaves left in my coffle. The trainers tell us our formal training is over and we are being sent to our masters. I hope so. I've heard the masters have been to a class to learn how to treat a slave. and that they all have good places to keep us. I hope so. I hope my master isn't cruel to me. I'm helpless and will try so hard to please him. Master John said that the whole world knows England now has female slaves. I don't care if they know, I still don't want strangers gawking at me and touching my helpless body. A child's finger on one of my rings would make me his or her slave. I can't fight anyone. I love my life here. Its pretty impersonal though. I would like to have some love with my sex. Will my master love me? I'm pretty, but so are all the other slaves. Whoever he is, I'll have to do exactly what he says. Just like a dutiful wife but with a whip awaiting a mistake. Well, I'll try not to make mistakes.
I'm excited and want to meet my new master. I haven't felt like this since my first date with a boy. Oh My God. This is permanent and I don't have a choice! My first date was a disaster. He wanted nothing but to get me in bed. He was such a boor. No matter what my master is like, I must please him. I will. I will.
They came for me after breakfast. They took out my butt plug and locked steel high heeled shoes on my feet.. I was wrapped in a long, heavy hooded cloak and a veil pinned across my face, obscuring my nose ring. I was taken into a courtyard and loaded on a wagon with four other slaves. They ran a chain between our legs and locked it to a ring on the floor. We were like glass beads threaded on a string. As if we wanted to escape from the wagon, chained as we were. Who knows what would happen to us if a stranger found us? The wagon drove off immediately. I was delivered first. As I was lifted down from the wagon, I recognized where I was. This was my home. I hadn't seen it sine=ce my arrest. I was handed over to a young man. He was handsome and big. He looked like a policeman. He opened my cloak at the throat and read my collar. He used my leash to lead me into the house.
"Welcome home, Maureen. By the way, you are now Maureen O'Reilly Alderson. I am Bill Alderson, your new master. Yes, this is your former house. It was given to me, along with you and all your other assets. Did you know you have a title, just like any other piece of property. It names you and says I own you." He took my cloak off and looked at me. "Maureen, you are gorgeous. I understand you have been trained as a sex slave, correct?"
"Yes, Master. Would you like me to submit to you now?"
"Yes. Kneel and submit."
I knew the words. I had to practice them in training. But I couldn't remember them. I went blank. I knelt as gracefully as I could, keeping good posture. I opened my mouth and the words flowed out of me with out any help from my mind. "Master, I am Maureen O'Reilly Alderson, your slave. I will obey you in all things. I exist only to serve you. I am yours forever and desire to give you pleasure in any way you want. My mind, my soul, my body are yours to hold and command. I swear total obedience to you as long as I live. I submit myself to you. May I serve you now?" I crawled forward to kneel between his legs.
I wanted him. I wanted his cock in my cunt. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted him to hold me and love me as I loved him. I know I couldn't possibly love this man I had just met. I loved my master and in time I would love this man who was my master. The trainers had shown me I loved all men. I wanted to serve and obey any man, but this was my man. No, he wasn't mine. I was his. He could have other women, but I couldn't have other men and this was good. His happiness was essential to my happiness. I didn't know a better definition of love. I was filled with joy to finally have met my master. Now I could serve him.
Chapter 13 - Routines
My training lasted for nearly two months. It was like elementary school with whips and chains. Most days followed the same basic routine. At night we were chained to the wall in our open hallway. We spent almost all of our time chained together. Nose ring to leash to another girl's collar. Only during exercise or sex training were our leashes unlocked. Our hands were locked behind us unless needed for exercises or training. They were most often locked high on our backs, to our collars. Sometimes they were locked to the rear ring on our belts. I never had them just locked together behind me. Too much freedom, I suppose.
One day a week, I think it was Sunday, but I have no way to be sure, we didn't have formal training. We called it girl day. All we did was take care of ourselves and visit each other. Part of the day was like a party. Several coffles of girls would be put in a large room. There were tables with bowls of water and snack vegetables like carrots or cauliflower. Our leashes were clipped to our collars. Hands locked behind us of course. But we were free to visit and talk. The noise of forty or fifty girls who hadn't been able to speak for a week was deafening.
The rest of the day we wore long chains but had our hands free to do various feminine things. We cut each other's hair and painted our fingernails and toenails. We had to shave our pussies every week. We polished our chains. They had to shine or we were whipped.
We were awakened at first light, taken to the bath, cleaned and given an enema. We wore our butt plugs until next morning. They locked in us and were increased in size until we reached a 'six.' Widely thought to be most comfortable for our chief trainer.
Breakfast next. We always ate our meals from bowls on the floor, kneeling, our nose leashes locked to a wall ring in front of us. That served two purposes. First, it was convenient, Our hands never had to be unlocked. Second, it reinforced our status as only a pet.
After breakfast we were exercised. We had to do all the flexibility exercises taught in school. That was often the only time all day our hands were unlocked. We entered the exercise room in coffle. A long chain was passed between our legs, over the ankle chain and locked at both ends. Only then were our leashes and hands freed. It was a big room and six coffles of girls exercised at the same time. That was where I first learned that Lady Isaacs, former wife of the Lord Chief Justice was a slave now. She had been one of our secret informers. I guess even her husband's power couldn't save her.
After the workouts we practiced getting into and out of our required slave positions. For example standing display, kneeling display, punishment, missionary, etc. The emphasis here was on precise positioning of our body parts, speed, and grace. This was where the trainer's whips got the most use. Their requirements were strict.
After positions we moved on to sex skills. I never imagined there were so many erogenous zones on a woman's body. We worked them all, and some men's too, but they don't have as many. God must have wanted us to be very happy because he gave us dozens of places to arouse us. We practiced oral sex, vaginal sex and anal sex. We at least got rid of our plugs for that. That session always ended with us being whipped until we orgasmed. I was a good learner. I always was one of the first to orgasm. I learned to hide my first orgasm and often got two of them. I also learned that a master can whip us so that we can't get an orgasm. Damn.
After sex work we got a break where we could relax and just talk to each other. We would be back in coffle but with the ends free so we could move around like a snake. Every now and then the trainers would put two or three coffles in the same room for rest. Imagine thirty naked girls with chained hands and feet, chained in three lines in a room. The din was deafening. Two girls that wanted to talk had to work their way through the linked mob to a quiet corner. Usually you gave up after a few feet and just yelled into each other's ear. I got a few words with the former Lady Isaacs. She thought her husband wanted her enslaved so he would get not only her, but all her property and money too. She was mad but knew she couldn't do anything about it.
Lunch next, for some girls. They weighed us every morning. If weren't at our target weight, no lunch.
After lunch some training. There were several different regimes for different coffles. We all got to do all of them, just not together. We ha
d belly dance, pony girl training, and doggy training. We did breast exercises. To increase size but mostly to develop our muscles to move them up, down and sideways. One we all hated was vaginal muscle strength training. We had to hold a weighted ball in our vaginas. They timed us and if it fell out too soon, we were whipped. Records were kept and it we didn't improve we got whipped. If we were the first to drop our ball we got whipped. We all were whipped a lot in the first weeks, Soon I could hold a ten pound ball for thirty minutes.
Oral sex muscles were trained too. Our tongues and our sucking strength were improved. We could all lick a woman so hard it hurt and keep it up for thirty minutes by graduation day. I noticed that my tongue grew an inch longer too. I developed a strong liking for Adeline's love juice. I think she had the sweetest cunt in the building. I know because I got to lick them all. We practiced on men a lot too. I got so I could take the biggest cock of our trainers all the way in and suck it hard. It is a learned skill. I looked forward to impressing my master and servicing him every day. More than once. I learned to time myself so I could give a man an erection and keep him erect until he wanted to come or fuck me.
Eastern sex positions from the kama sutra I think.
We practiced giving and getting pain. We learned a dozen different ways to tie a girl and whip her or cane her or crop her. We exercised on each other. First we would be whipped, then whip another. We learned which instruments were best for bottom, back, thigh, belly, breast and cunt. After getting over the fear and shock we all learned to enjoy both sides o the whip. It was arousing to whip a girl. The sounds she makes are almost indistinguishable from those of orgasm. More than a few of us had orgasms while heating up the ass of another. I did, several times. What a glorious feeling. We all also liked being whipped to orgasm. Sure, it stung at first, but the instruments we had were designed to give pain but not to injure. I learned there is a quite thin line between pleasure and pain. Only a few stinging stripes and my body would flip over into pleasure and orgasm.
Next we had dinner. Same exercise. Bowls, kneeling, leashed, no hands.
Finally, back to the wall. We could talk among ourselves for a while. After a while we stopped griping about slavery and fairness. Mostly we talked about the trainers, techniques we used for our positions. Sometimes we practiced things we could do without hands, like our breast exercises. Our goal at this point was to survive with as few stripes as possible and get a master. We were all used to being totally controlled. We had all lost weight, our bodies were trim and fit. We were beautiful and knew it. We also knew we were slaves and acted like it. We were submissive to everyone, including each other. Any aggressive behavior was instantly quashed by the trainers. Repeat offenders got to ride the horse for a day. They walked funny when they were returned, but they never acted bad again.
Every night I dreamed of being with master. I finally admitted to Ingrid and Addie that I wanted my master. I related what had happened after court and that I would be going back to my old house as a part of the property. I would often cry myself to sleep with loneliness. I got all the sex I could want. Several orgasms a day was normal. But I missed my master. I needed to serve him. In any way, but sex would be nicest.
None of us knew when our training would end, but it must be soon. We had been through all the classes and now we were just practicing what we knew and keeping in shape. There were a few girls who needed to improve in a couple of areas, but most of us were s good as we were going to get. Slavegirls must learn patience. Questions are discouraged with the whip. Most of us wanted to go on to being actual slaves to a master. I was fortunate because I already knew who was to be my master. None of the others did.
Chapter 14 - Homecoming
Finally, it happened. We were going to our masters. Master John announced we were ready and would leave today. They took us to the bath for our cleaning one last time. After our enemas, they didn't put our plugs back in. For the first time in months, we weren't plugged. I had a momentary fear that my waste would dribble out of me all day. Didn't happen, but I felt empty, like a part of me was gone. I was being silly, but now I had something put back into my control and I wasn't sure I wanted it. We were led to a new room and high heeled shoes and hooded traveling cloaks were strapped on us. The shoes were all steel and ugly. There was a flat plate on the floor and a foot-shaped plate on top set on a steep angle. The heel of the two plates were joined by a four inch bar. A steel band locked around our ankles below our cuffs. There was a 'U' shaped bar that all but our big toes went under.
No one could tell we were naked and chained beneath. The shoes raised our chains off the ground even if our feet were touching and the cloaks brushed the ground. The hoods covered our collars and only the nose rings showed. Thick veils were pinned to the hood and we were incognito. Helpless still, but concealed.
We were taken outside and put in a wagon. The trainers had a specific order they wanted us loaded in. One had a list and would call out a name. The girl would step forward and a trainer would check her collar. Then she was lifted up on the end of the wagon and a heavy chain passed between her legs and over her hobble chain. This was repeated until we all were threaded on the chain then it was locked to a ring on the wagon floor. Off we went. I was in the middle of the line with Ingrid and Adeline next to me. After the first girls were unloaded it was my turn. I could see a little through cracks in the door and I recognized my old neighborhood. I was close. Oh God, I hope he's glad to see me.
25 August 1913. Emma Pankour's Former Home
We stopped and the door was opened. I saw Master waiting for me. He had a broad grin on his face. The chain was unlocked and I was lifted down. He embraced my helpless body. It felt so, so good. He ripped my veil away and looked at my ringed nose. He smiled wider and smiled. "love your ring." He kissed me and pulled me toward hthe front door. I heard noises behind us, but couldn't see because of the hood. I supposed it was the wagon closing up, getting ready for its next delivery.
When we reached the door, he opened it and thrust me inside. He turned me around and said, "looks like we have our first guests."
Addie and Ingrid were standing on the porch held by the driver.
"Bring them in, please. "
Master took the heavy cloaks off us in the living room, had us kneel, and called Maude in. "Maude, these are my new slaves. You know all of them, I believe."
"Yes, sir, I do. Morning Miss Emma, Miss Addie, and Miss Ingrid."
All of us said, "Good morning, mistress."
"You can see they are all naked and well chained. They are official slaves and are to be kept secret for now. We've discussed their rules and diet. They must always address you respectfully and you have whip rights over them. For now only whip them for cause. Would you go and prepare lunch now?"
He took hold of our leashes said, "Stand." We all stood up and he led us to a a wall. There were three framed documents hanging there. They were letter size and had an official seal on their lower right corners. They were our titles. Documentation that Emmeline Pankour Travis, Adeline Johnson Travis, and Ingrid Johansen Travis were slaves. They were proof that we were the property of John Travis. I had known sine my trial that I was his property. But this official document proved it. Proved I had traded all my freedom and rights for a master. I could no longer harbor any thought of denial. This was my condition. I found I liked it. Good thing, 'cause I was his slave for life. I realized I was smiling. I looked at Adeline and Ingrid. They looked happy too. "Master, may I speak?"
"Go ahead, Emma."
"Master, thank you for taking me. I'm very happy to be your property. But I am perplexed. How did you also get Ingrid and Adeline?"
"Emma, when I received you I also got all your property and assets. No one claimed Adeline or Ingrid, so I bought them. I got quite a good price for them, too."
"Thank you for buying them, master. I am glad we can serve you together."
"You are welcome, Emma. I know you were friends and I suspect lovers. Am I correct?"
"Yes, Master. They were both my submissives and my lovers."
"Good. I expect I will enjoy watching my slaves play sometimes. Of course you realize you will play only under my command, not because you enjoy it?"
"Of course master. Our sole duty is to obey. Our pleasure is only a byproduct."
"Good."
He led us back to the center of the room. and ordered us to kneel. I made sure my posture was perfect. I spread my knees as wide as I could and arched my back so my breasts stuck far out.
"Emma, submit to me."
I had expected this before now. I had been trained for this and looked forward to it. After I had submitted my preliminaries were over. I would forever commit to absolute obedience to my master. I would be punished for the slightest infraction of his rules. "Master, I am Emma Pankour Travis, your slave. I will obey you in all things. I exist only to serve you. I am yours forever and desire to give you pleasure in any way you want. My mind, my soul, my body are yours to hold and command. I swear total obedience to you as long as I live. I submit myself to you. May I serve you now?" I crawled to kneel between his legs.
He smiled and freed his cock. I licked its tip then his shaft. It was big and hard. I wanted him in my cunt so bad, but this was good too. Soon my head was pumping in and out, sucking him hard. I was so aroused too. I was close to coming. He stopped me and said, "Punishment position slave. I spun around, threw my head to the floor and stuck my ass in the air. I expected to feel his hard hand swat my ass, but no. I felt his fingers soft stroke on my pussy. I felt the slippery juice ease the passage of his fingers. Then he was in me in a decisive thrust. He was pounding away in my pussy and I was about to come. It was heavenly. I had missed this so much in training. I had been fucked a lot but master was also my love and it was far different. I was melting and I felt so loved, so protected and so much his slave.