2 comments/ 58506 views/ 3 favorites A Slave? By: anjeldreams She shuddered as the sale went on, standing so venerable upon the block. Watching the bidders through her veil of red silk, she wondered what sort of owner she would have. Her last owner had been cruel, used her unmercifully until he tired of her, and cast her aside for another. She carried his brand, a tiny mark, which made her his property, to do as he willed. So the bidding went on, several Masters had been to examine her, making her spread her legs, opening her mouth, looking inside. She was used to such things now. It seemed a long time since she was captured and taken for a Masters plaything. She remembered the place where she was born, her happy childhood, only to be snatched away, with other girls from her place of birth, to be put upon the block for the first time. It felt like a nightmare, and wished to wake, for it all to be over. This was the first time she was roughly handled, looked over by the Masters and Mistresses that attended the auction. She was a virgin, but this made no difference to the potential owners. Feel her they would, place there hands all over her, the auctioneer screaming at them to take care as she was a prize to be cherished, not to be damaged in any way. Her friends were treated the same way, mauled, prodded and poked, till the bidding began. Dressed in white silk robes, veil upon her face, she trembled, waiting for her fate. The bidding was fast and before she could take it all in, she was sold. Who had bought her? Was her owner male or female? Dragged from the block she was hustled to the pens behind the block. Her hands were shackled; light chains held her, her beauty stood out despite this. Proud she stood there, inside was torment, but she wouldn't allow herself to be humbled. Standing there, her new owner came to see her. The Mistress was in awe of this girls standing, but she was the slave and was about to realize that. "Kneel to me "was the first order. The girl looked into the Mistresses eyes and was punished with a flick of a whip across her arm. "Kneel!!" So quick was the whips pain, she knelt, looking down, hoping the pain would not be repeated. "I am your Mistress; you will obey me in all things "These were words she became used to hearing. Dreading some of the moments and yet perversely willing them on her. Her Mistress was kind, but strict and taught her many things about obedience and how to please her owner. There were other slaves in the household but she was made to feel special and this was her undoing. Slave she was, bought and paid for and slave she would stay till her Mistress was tired of her. Some nights she was made to bathe, perfume herself and dressed in sultry clothes. Masked and jeweled, she was to perform her dances in front of her Mistress and guests. Her guest, be it male or female, were allowed access to her body. Touching where ever they desired, and asking for her to join them in their quarters later for a night of abuse and sex. She hated this sharing but there was no escape. She resigned herself to this lifestyle and became subdued, withdrawn and less eager to please. She endured her punishments of the whip, being tied to the single post in the slave's quarters and humiliated if front of her Mistresses audience. This was the first time she was sold on. Sold on to a merchant who was not so wealthy, lived in a household that required a slave to know her place and work till she dropped, only to be used at night at her Masters wish. Cruelly he took her, forcing her to have sex time and time again and when her tired, he kicked her to the floor and ordered she sleep there until the morning, when he would use her again. Would it never end, she despaired. Hating the oral sex he forced upon her, hated his smell, and hated his fat fingers upon her. She never felt clean and cried for the Mistress who had been kinder. But too late, now she belonged to this Master. By now she was looking decidedly dejected; her looks were pale, her hair a mass of strings and her hands rough and sore looking. Slowly the Master tired of her, looked for new blood upon the blocks. The one day he brought home another girl. Young and bright and terrified. He shouted at her and told her to look after this new slave. She was sad for this girl as she would have to succumb to the needs of the Master. She told the girl exactly what would happen to her, and what would happen if she disobeyed. A hard hand giving her a slap, or the sting of the whip across what ever part of her body was exposed. Night time for her now was peaceful, and the new girl suffered her. The new girl crawled to the bed after the Master had finished with her and the pair of them huddled together, taking the warmth from each other and comfort. One morning the Master came upon them, in each others arms, his rage was explosive, pulling them apart, and he slapped and kicked them. "You are here for my pleasure, not each others" That evening he put on a great feast, inviting his friends. The girls were bathed and dressed in fine gowns, slit to the waist, no undergarments were allowed. Chained together and made to stand in the middle of the room in front of the guests was worse than the block. As the guests dined, they were made to wait and think about what their punishment would be. Ribald remarks were shouted across the room, making the girls nervous as to what would happen next. As the evening went on, some of the guests had imbibed more wine than others and this made them bold. Calling the girls to them, making lewd suggestions. Their Master ignored it all and allowed the insults to continue. By now the girls were very nervous and had tears in their eyes, wanting it all to be over, how ever bad it would be. "Stop "the Master cried. The silence was deafening. "Lay down "he ordered. The girls hurriedly lay together. "Show my friends what you do together ""Be quick, or you will taste the whip" Together the girls began their act of love together, kissing sensually, touching gently, and losing themselves to the passion. The man was now entranced watching these two girls and their lust was obvious. "Take either of them "the Master called, and the girls were set upon for the guest's pleasure. Taking them in any way they preferred, anally, orally, two at the same time or men spending themselves over the girls. When they had finished with the two girls, they were left, now bedraggled on the floor, covered with sweat and semen. The girls, filled with shame, slowly stood and tried to make themselves presentable but the Master was not finished with them. "To the pens "he said. " you will be for sale in the morning" She was distraught. Who would buy her now? Her clothing ripped and she was covered with scratches and marks from her attackers. Only a lowly person would buy her. Soon her looks would go, her spirit broken she sat and sobbed. He girls had been separated so she had no one to comfort her. She longed to escape, longed for some one just to hold her and love her. But this, she felt would never happen. Despair set in and her sobs became louder. The auctioneer, hearing her sobbing, felt a pain inside him, never had he heard such desolation. He went to her, helped her to her feet and took her hand and guided her to the wash room. Tenderly he helped her to tend to herself; he threw away the torn gown and gave her a simple shift to wear. Now cleansed and hair washed, she felt a need to survive. In the morning, upon the block once more, she stood proud and defiant. No buyers wanted her though; she looked as though she would be hard to control. So back to the pens again for another night. The auctioneer was not happy that she hadn't sold, this cost him for her to be there, and he had to feed her, look after her. Over time he had collected various items of clothing that had been discarded, as some slaves were auctioned naked, and through these he now rummaged. The red silk stood out. This would look good on the dark haired girl. Throwing it to her, he said "change into this in the morning ." Obeying with out thought, she changed. Now she was on the block, waiting with apprehension. Many had looked her over, feeling her between her legs, making sure of her suitability. Now here she stood, lovely in the red silk, defiance in her eyes, challenging some one who would be strong enough to tame her. At the back of the crowd stood a man, older but attractive in his own way. He was interested to see this girl; she shone above the other girls. A vision in red, shackled to the auction post, veiled on her lower part of her face. "Let her be unshackled and let her dance for us" he cried. The auctioneer unlocked the shackles from the post and used the whip across her to make her move. Slowly she began a seductive dance, playing to the man who had requested her to. The shackles jingled as she moved in time with her. The men now were quiet, watching and becoming aroused by this exhibition. "Let the bidding start "called the auctioneer Jolted back to reality, the men started shouting their bids. She was silent and motionless. Holding her hands above her head, shackles dangling, she struck a pose. A cheer went up from the crowd as they recognized the full potential of this girl slave. All wanted her. The bidding was fierce and soon it was down to two bidders. The older man and a younger one. The price was high and seemed it would never stop. Then the younger one laughed and said, "She's yours." The older man had her! Was she pleased? Mixed feelings inside, she was taken from the block to await her Masters pleasure. To be continued... A Slave Anklet I designed a piece of jewelry today. It wasn't for any special occasion. However, the project proved to be very significant in terms of introspection. The piece was a simple anklet. Finely polished glass beads strung on a sturdy silver wire, with three specially placed miniature bells. The anklet was pleasing to the eye, and created a slight jingle sound as I pranced around doing my chores. The bell's sound soft enough to please the ear, but not enough to annoy the soul. Suddenly a memory came flooding back to me, one I had not thought of in years. It was the gentle ringing of the anklet that brought it back to me. I remembered a very similar anklet that served a very important purpose. The anklet belonged to a slave girl named Heather. I met Heather at a banquet given by her Master. It was only by a twist of fate that I found myself sitting, on a soft down pillow, beneath their dining room table just to the left of my Master. I had been told to dress quickly, but to leave not one little detail unattended. The dress I found laying across my bed was a soft black silk that hung tea length at the ankles. The shoes he had chosen were not shoes at all, but small black ballet slippers. Although a question formed in my mind, I suppressed it. I had long ago learned that misplaced questions were not eagerly rewarded. However, I couldn't help but wonder to where this would lead. Sitting beneath that dining room table the soft black silk clinging to my naked body, I no longer needed to know, but I did fully understand. This was a formal lifestyle banquet. I watched quietly as Heather stepped around the table delivering food to every Master's plate and filling every glass. The aromas that spilled forth were a delight in themselves. An occasional smile was passed between the four of us seated beneath the table. Occasionally our Masters would refer to us, the comments being greeted with the knowing glance or a sly caress of our flesh. The one thing that caught all of our attention was the beautiful wind chime affect flowing from the ornament around Heather's ankle. As the gentleman adjourned to the den, the girls began to rise from our pillows. You couldn't have heard a rooster crow over the immediate questions and greetings that ensued, while we ate our fill of the tempting treats before us. Everyone quickly exchanged names, numbers and information. Then we cleared and cleaned the entire dinning room and kitchen. While we were all in the kitchen one of the girls asked Heather about her anklet and if it represented something special, and all of us paused to hear her answer. Heather gave us all a knowing look, as she began to explain. Once a few years back, when her Master felt she was not yet properly trained he had ventured to a lifestyle conference with her. She carried only a small handbag with a room key, ID, hanging from the handbag were some glass beads and a sprinkling of tiny bells that rang slightly as she walked. Although she had tried to follow his steps through the crowded pavilion floor, she had lost track of him in the crowd. She began to panic, and the next thing she knew there were two men clutching her arms and quietly ushering her out of the pavilion. She attempted to scream but a hand was quickly placed over her mouth. The next thing she knew one of the men hit the ground with a thud and the other man soon followed. There she stood starring at her Master. She dropped to her knees fearful of the punishment she felt sure she would receive for losing him in the crowd, but his cool palm against her face told her that admonishment she would not find. He pulled her up, linking his arm in hers and he continued to his seat near the front. Later that same day when they were back in their room he asked Heather to come and kneel before him. Trembling with nervousness she did as she was bid. "You were in a very perilous situation earlier today, were you not?" A small shallow voice answered, "Yes, Master" "What lesson have you learned from it girl?" Heather hesitated, "To make my steps quicker and to never loose sight of you Master." The firm voice of her Master rang out, "There is more, but perhaps you do not see it yet." Heather said you could have cut the silence with a knife as she waited for him to continue. Finally with softness in his voice her Master asked, "Did you not feel fear? Did you not panic at the moment you first realized I was not there?" "Yes, of course I did Master." Heather was beginning to see the point. Her Master's voice rang out again, "You are my responsibility, one I do not take lightly. Do you not trust that I am always seeing, always listening always aware of you my dear? Do you not trust that I will always find you? Do you have a fear of so quickly being lost?" Heather's eyes filled with silent tears as she responded to his question. "I am not afraid of being lost Master, only of not being found, Master." Her Master's hand caressed her face, bidding her to rise and stand before him. "It was the bells on your bag that led me to find you. It wasn't until I didn't hear them that I realized I had lost you. It was those same bells that led me to find you so quickly." Her Master grabbed the handbag from the table, thrusting it at Heather, "You will fashion yourself an anklet with these beads and bells and you will wear it always while in my service." His voice was firm, but the caring showed in his eyes. "It will serve to remind you that I always know of your presence or lack of and will help to reassure you that I will always find you." Heather did as she was told and that anklet was the very one that she had worn ever since. The same anklet that we all were now so curious about. You could see the tears in all the girls eyes. Every single one of them had experienced the firm caring hand of their own Masters, and understood the wisdom of properly placed words. A loud clap was heard that drew our togetherness to a close. We gathered the dessert items and followed Heathers dangling music back out into the dinning room, where we each served our Masters and then took our place by their sides. The evening continued to its normal conclusion, but the one thing I can say that none of us will ever truly forget is the value that was worn around Heather's ankle. It is funny how I never really took time to think about that situation for years, and I never honestly considered writing it down. However, now at this time in my life when I find my cravings for that lifestyle again, I find that every lesson that I learned either through my experience or through someone else suddenly has more value to me than it did before. I have now removed the anklet and placed it safely in my jewelry box, where its hidden meaning will stay safe. I have written the memory down so its lessons can be remembered. I find myself hoping that perhaps one day there will be a Master out there that will always be aware of my music in their life. A Slave at the Mall I had promised you a very interesting day. As you stepped into the car, I attached the soft blue leather collar and locked it in place. You shuddered in a combination of fear and excitement. We had played these games before, and you loved them. But we had never played this in public. But now we were in a strange city, three states away from home. No chance of meeting anyone who would know you. I reached up under your skirt, and raised it above the tops of your thigh highs. My hand exploring up to the crotch of your panties, finding them damp already as I watched you bite your lip. "Buckle up." "I think you will enjoy this adventure" You buckled the seat belt and looked at me. The nervous look on your face told me you were not sure you wanted to do this. I knew that you could stop it but just saying no. I would let you stop it at anytime you wanted to. As we headed to the mall I glanced at you and told you how much I loved you. "Take off your bra now." "Here? Now? In the car?" "Yes, Right now." You slowly reached under your blouse and unhooked your bra. And put it on the back seat. I could see your nipples poking out against the material of your blouse. I knew you were turned on by the way they stuck out. A large semi passed us, and I could see the driver look down on us. "Open the top buttons of your blouse and flash the driver." "Please don't make me." "Do it now." "Let him see your tits." You slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and pulled open. Looking up at the driver, you smiled at him. Then, something I hadn't expected, you lifted a breast out of your blouse and licked the hard nipple. I could see that this was really turning you on. I couldn't wait to get to the mall. Seeing it on the left, I entered the parking lot, and found a parking space. It was cool out so I handed you a sweater jacket, and got out of the car. I waited on the other side of the car with the door opened as you closed your blouse and put on the sweater. Guiding you into the mall, I led you straight to the adult boutique. As we entered a young woman approached us. I asked her if she had a Joni's Butterfly. She looked at you, then smiled at me and Said that she did. Then I ordered nipple clips and crotchless panties. I saw sone handcuffs and ordered them too. I clipped them on your wrist and spoke to the sales woman. "I'm Rose's boy friend, My name is Yankee." "What is your name? ." "Martha" "Rose needs some help putting on these things." "I'll give you fifty dollars to take her in back and help her." A smile lit up her face as Martha took the 50, and led you by your elbow to the dressing room in back. Your face was crimson with embarrassment but you didn't say a word. A short time later, Martha brought you back. You were blushing even more. The clips visible through the blouse. Martha demonstrated that the Butterfly worked and handed me the remote. I thanked her and we left. As you walked into the mall, you hesitated. "What's wrong?" "The handcuffs, I can't." "Not in public, I can't" I draped your jacket over the cuffs, and took your elbow and guided you into the main section of the mall. As we began to walk, I turned on the butterfly on low. I watched you flinch as it stimulated your clit. We walked a little longer and I turned it up higher. You bit your lip to keep from screaming, the beads of perspiration on your forehead told me you were close. I whispered in your ear. "Cum." "Cum right now." "Cum right here, out in the open, where everyone can see." You let out a small groan, shuddered and sighed as you came. I shut the remote operated vibrator and walked over to a soft drink stand. I ordered a large coke and began to drink. You looked at me longing for a drink. I lifted the straw to your lips, and held it there till you drank your fill. Then I drank the rest. As we continued to walk the coke got to you. "I have to go potty." "Okay, go" " I can't with the handcuffs." "You just need some help." "Please don't make me do this." "You can say no and end the game now." " I don't want to!" "OK, Then Ill get you some help." Seeing a young woman, about 20 years old, negotiate with her to help you in the bathroom, after I show her your handcuffs. You come back blushing and tell me the woman said that you were very lucky. She also told you to have fun. She had also said she could se you were as your pussy was dripping and the juices were running down your legs. "Rose, are you hungry?" "Yes, I am." "Do you want to eat in that nice steak house over there?" "I can't eat with the cuffs on." " I'll take them off if you behave." "Okay." I removed the cuffs, and led you into the cool dark restaurant. As the waitress came over, she looked at your chest and smiled at the outline of your nipple clamps. We ate a very quiet dinner and the waitress brought the check. I noticed her looking at your chest again. And I asked the woman if she wanted to see what was under your clothes. She said she was very interested, and said so. I took the cuffs from my pocket and cuffed your hands in front of the waitress. I draped your jacket over your hands and turned the vibrator on at full speed. "Take her to the bathroom and make her show you everything we bought today." You came back blushing, with your juices running down your thigh. I smiled at you and asked if you were horny. You just looked at me and blushed. I had my answer. I turned the remote on the vibrator at the medium setting, and watched you shudder. We continued our walk through the mall, as the vibrator worked its magic on you. Your skin color and breathing changed as you neared orgasm. However, there was not quite enough to carry you over the edge. "Are you ready to cum?" "Yes." "Should I turn it up higher?" "Please." "Lets go into the movie." "I'm gonna fuck you while we watch it." After paying for the tickets, we sat down in a dark corner of the back row. I undid your blouse, and played with the nipple clips. You moaned louder and louder. I commanded you to lift your skirt. After you lifted the skirt, I checked to see how wet you were. That pussy was soaked, dripping wet. " Stand up, with these crotchless panties you don't even have to take them off." "Yes sir." "Lift your skirt." "Now, sit on my cock" You sat down and groaned loudly, as my cock entered your wet pussy. As your hips started to grind on me, I set the vibrator to it's highest setting. And you groaned even louder. "Do you wanna cum Rose?" "Yes" "Tell me when you're ready." "Now please." "I'm Cumming" You screamed, at the top of your lungs. Then we walked out of the movie and the mall, as my cum dripped down your thighs.