by Alan Horn
I dozed and my head slowly tilted forward and I slumped down. Jerk. My head was snapped back as the ring on the front of my collar jerked my neck up. “Ow, Damn.” and I woke up. Again. I'm so tired. I won't do this again. I promise. If only I could speak. I'll be good. Oh God, I'll be good. I will obey my Masters. I will. Oh, please let me down. I'm so tired. I hurt so much, so much,” I promised.
The house woke up. People passed. Talking. I couldn't move. I hurt all over. “Now they will let me down, “ I thought. But no one touched me. I couldn't see anyone the way I was fastened. I could hear people's voices and all the sounds a house makes, but I was not allowed to participate. I felt so alone. I was a puppy who soiled the floor. I didn't deserve to be a person. I was nothing. I was just property.
I heard rustling in the room, but I couldn't identify the sounds or see what was happening. Finally, I felt fingers at the cord binding my elbows together. The cord was untied and had to be unwound from my arms it was so deeply embedded. It hurt but the ache in my shoulders subsided. I moaned in relief and for the new pains due to returning circulation. I rolled my shoulders to aid in their return to normal. My wrists were unlocked and my arms folded up my back into a familiar, but not painful position. My hands were locked to my collar. my gag was unstrapped and pulled from my mouth. Finally my collar was unlocked from the wall ring. I stood still and awaited orders. A female voice said, “turn around and kneel, slave.”
I turned and found Maude looking at me with a crop in her hand, gently slapping it into her other hand. I dropped into kneeling display, my leash coiling on the floor. Maude commanded, “kiss my feet, slave.” I said, “Yes Mistress.” I bent to Maude's feet and kissed first her right shoe, then her left before raising back into position.
“Well done, slave,” she said.
Maude walked to a nearby chair, sat down facing me, and said, “ come over here, on your knees, and lick my shoes. I want long strokes of your tongue down both sides of each shoe. Now, slave.”
I raised up on my knees and said, “Yes, Mistress.”
I crawled to Maude, avoiding my leash. I licked her shoes, both sides, from the toe to heel, slow and steady. The leather and polish filled my heart as the sweet taste of submissive obedience.
I rose back to kneeling display and looked at Maude's face in awe. I had not realized how dominant she could be. Nor how good it felt to obey.
Maude asked, “Slave, do you like the taste of woman?”
I said, “Mistress, I love the taste of all women. I have tasted many and all were marvelous.”
“That's good. You will taste me now,” she said.
She rose from the chair, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her drawers. and lifted her skirt. She sat back down on the edge of the chair, leaned back, and said “Make me happy, slave.”
I said, “I will make you very happy, Mistress.”
I leaned forward laying my mouth on Maude's pussy and sucked her exposed sex lips. I licked until I tasted her love juices, then I thrust my tongue deep into her and licked deep int her vagina. She gave a loud moan and I grasped her hard nub and sucked hard. She gasped and came with a vengeance, flooding my mouth with a geyser of her juices. I drank deep of her for minutes as she subsided. After her moans stopped, I moved back into kneeling display and waited. My face was damp with her juice.
Maude regarded me for a few moments, savoring her dominance over this beautiful woman. Without moving, Maude said, “Slave, you were disrespectful of me yesterday. You received punishment. Was last night enough, or should you receive more?” “Mistress, I am a slave. My punishment is whatever you decide.”
“Correct," she said, "submit to me, slave.”
I looked at Maude with new awareness. I blinked back tears of joy. I said, “Mistress, I am Regina, your slave. I am your property forever and will obey you completely in all things. Command me mistress.”
Maude said, “Punishment position.” I replied, “Yes, Mistress,” and raised my ass and lowered my head to the floor. I knew what was coming and steeled myself. I heard it first, a swishing sound, then a splat as burning pain seared my raised ass. I swallowed my scream. I thought, ”I've had worse than that, count.” then I said, “One, Mistress, Thank you for correcting me.” I received two more strokes and thanked my Mistress for each cut of the crop. I realized I was grateful. I had been getting away with dissembling and losing respect for the whole setup. My punishment had made me feel a new respect for the household, all my Mistresses and Masters.
She felt Maude rubbing a soothing cream on her upturned ass. She said,” Regina, kneeling display. Tell me what you have learned.” She raised herself into the kneeling position and looked at her Mistress. She said, “Mistress, I have been punished for my behavior. I hope you feel it has been appropriate, I know I do. I was playing at being your slave. I have learned I am a slave of every free person. I thank you. I swear I am a slave girl. I am the property of Jack Hedley and every free person is my master or mistress. I will be the best slave ever from now on. It is what I am. I submit myself to you and every other free person. Forever.”
Maude said, “All right, slave. Stand.” Regina went to standing display and waited. Maude took hold of her leash and said, “Heel.” Regina hurried after Maude. Her short hobble chain clinked at every rapid step she had to take to keep her leash slack. Maude led her into the pantry and handed the leash to Stevens. Maude said, “She is better, now, sir.”
“Thank you, Maude. What do you think?” “Sir, I didn't know what to expect after yesterday. Now I think she means it when she says she has learned her lesson. I was not lenient with her and she showed the respect Dr. Benoit told us to expect.” “Did you have her service you?” he asked. “Yes, sir. It was fine, indeed sir.” “Did she get any relief, Maude?, he asked. “No sir, just some pain and submission, sir.” “All right,” he said. “I will put her to her next job. One I'm sure she will not like.”
Maude left the room and Stevens led me out the back door into a courtyard. I hurried after him, wondering where they were going. I had not been outside the house since my arrival. Birds were singing and the sun was warm on my exposed skin. Stevens led me to a workshop. There was a man inside working on some machine she did not recognize. “Jimmy,” said Stevens “is the stable ready for our slave?” “Yes, Sir. I finished it last night.” “Good, I'll get her busy,” said Stevens.
Stevens led me out of the shop , across a small yard, and into the stables. It was a long narrow building with ten horse stalls along one long wall. There were bales of hay in the last stall, and tack hung on the wall facing the stalls. I saw a long chain descending from an overhead track. Stevens led me to the chain, picked up the free end and locked it to my collar. He clipped the free end of my leash to my collar also. He said, “Slave, you are to clean these five stalls, indicating them with his hand. Use that shovel and rake and clean out the stalls. Put everything in this wheelbarrow, then take it outside and put it in a pile to the right of the door. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Stevens unlocked her arms. He said,” I will be back in two hours. If you are not finished by then, you will be punished.” and he left the building.
Regina looked at her tools and moved the wheelbarrow to the door of the first stall. The place stank of manure. The other end of her tether was fastened to a trolley on the overhead track. The trolley would not come off the track. She picked up the shovel. It was awkward to maneuver with her hands chained, but it was doable so long as she twisted with her body. She put six shovels of manure in the wheelbarrow and found it was easy to move. She added more until it was difficult then dumped the load where Stevens had indicated. After the first stall, she was sweating and her feet were coated with manure.
After she had started on the second stall, Jimmy appeared with a glass of water.
“Want some water?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, please, Master,” I replied. I leaned the shovel against the stall wall and took the glass in my hand. While I was downing the
water, savoring the cool liquid, I saw his erection growing in his pants.
Finally, Jimmy said,” You don't have to call me master, I'm just a hired hand here."
I said, “I must call all men Master, or I will be punished, Master.”
Smiling, Jimmy asked, “Does that mean you have to obey me, too?”
"Yes, Master,” I said.
Jimmy continued, “And do anything I tell you?”
“Yes, Master, I again said, smiling back.”
“Good,” said Jimmy, opening his pants, "You know what to do."
“Yes, Master," I said, kneeling and using my mouth to extract his erect penis.
Minutes later, Jimmy said, ”That was wonderful. Where did you learn to do all that with your tongue?”
“I was taught by professionals after I was enslaved. Could I have some more water, Master?” She asked.
“Right, I'll get some more,” he said.
I finished the rest of the stalls and knelt near the door. Stevens returned and said, “Stay down, slave, while I inspect your work.” He looked in the stalls and at the pile then returned to me. "Good girl. Your work is satisfactory so you will not be punished. Stand up." He locked my hands behind me, took the end of my leash from my collar, and unlocked the hanging chain from my collar. “Let's go. Heel.”
I scampered after him, intent on keeping the leash slack. As I walked I felt my nether rings swaying back and forth. I felt that familiar submissive warmth growing in her belly. “My God,” I thought, “I'm getting hot just by walking on a leash. I need a man in me. Its been too long. I can't stand it. Would Stevens punish me for begging him for relief? She agonized over the question for long moments of her journey. Before she decided, Stevens stopped and clipped my leash to a ring on a post in the small courtyard. He picked up a hose and turned on a jet of freezing water. He hosed me down. Cold, wet, and bedraggled, my hair a mess, Stevens stopped on the back porch, tied my leash to a post and went inside. Moments later he returned and toweled me dry. He freed my leash and took me inside.
Lady Anna was in the parlor when Stevens brought Regina into the house. She thought, "She looks like she's been well laid. Her skin is flushed, her eyes are sparkling, and her gait is quick and lively. Despite her chains and leash she is smiling like she's on top of the world. I wish I felt like that, especially after I've just finished mucking out the stables. She doesn't have a care in the world, doesn't know what time it is or cares. She looks fit and healthy and she knows she's going to have several orgasms tonight. I wish I could feel that good."
Chapter 12 - Capitalism
Sir Robert said, "Rene, I spoke with the minister and he is interested in seeing your program. If you will come to my city house next Thursday at noon, you can present it to him after we have lunch. Be sure to give him a schedule for going public, as well as an estimate of how many girls we can distribute per month. I want to open our private training facility as soon as its legal. We can start putting them in my factories as soon as the program is announced."
"I will be there, Sir Robert," said the Doctor," and I will have all the data I have collected. Do you think I should bring Roseann along?"
"By all means, Doctor. I plan to bring Julie with me. A slave girl is worth a thousand words, don't you think?"
"I plan to arrive by eleven. I should go to the service entrance, no?" asked Dr. Benoit.
"Perfect,"
...
Sir Robert greeted his first guest at the service entrance of his stately city house. "Right on time, Rene," he said. He looked at the Doctor's companion, a cloaked and hooded figure about five feet tall. His eyes followed the leash in Rene's hand up to Roseann's nose ring, deep in the shadow of the large hood. "Let's get her inside and refreshed, shall we?"
As Rene followed Sir Robert inside, it was obvious that Roseann could not see what was happening. She hurried after the Doctor only when her leash grew taut. She followed the tug on her nose as quickly as she could, considering her short ankle chain. The Doctor slowed and said "three steps up," as she reached the short flight of stairs leading up to the door. When they were inside and the door closed, the Doctor removed Roseann's cloak. Then he removed her blindfold and gag.
Roseann's jaw ached from wearing the gag so long. She said, "Thank you, Master." when she could. Her hands had been locked in a reverse prayer position for many hours, but that was normal and caused no pain. She saw Julie standing a few feet away, her hands also locked in reverse prayer. She did not greet her old friend since she had not been given permission to speak. "Oh, well," she thought, " We can talk later when we're alone."
Sir Robert called to his butler, "Wilson, would you fasten these slaves in the drawing room. Ask Nora to see to their hair and makeup, please?"
"Rene, let's look at your data and discuss the approach to the Minister."
...
Dr. Benoit, finished up his presentation. He said, "So, M'lord, by moving the lifers into private homes saves about £10,000 per year. Extending it to include all violent crimes saves almost £300,000 per year. Including all crimes the savings would be more than £1,000,000 per annum."
The Minister said, "The savings are larger than I expected and will be welcomed by Parliament. What about the be costs to prepare and train these women, and their up keep? Will the government be liable for any of these costs?"
Sir Robert answered the questions, "M'lord, there will be no cost to the government for this. My institute will take custody of the women, train them, equip them, and place them in good homes. To pay for this work we will ask the prospective owners to pay a fee. For most of the women the price will be set based on the costs we incur and the time they have to serve. The lifers will be auctioned to the highest qualified bidder."
"You mean to run a slave market?" Sir Robert. Aren't you afraid the Women's Rights movement and the Liberals will crucify you?"
"M'lord," replied Sir Robert, smiling, "if these were just average women, most certainly. However, these are all criminals. We have the Church's blessing, and the slaves themselves preferring this to straight incarceration."
"Well, Sir Robert," said the Minister, " doesn't the auction seem a little extreme?"
"M'lord, the auctions will be private, by invitation only. These sales will be permanent and expensive. The girls are all quite lovely, submissive, and well trained. They will give their owners, man or woman, the greatest pleasure they can imagine. They also pose the greatest potential risk since they have all committed a violent crime. We want everyone involved, owner, slave, and government to be safe and happy with the sale. We can't do this unless we spend a lot of time and money investigating the buyers. We will make only a fair profit from these sales because of the extra expense involved. Would you like to meet a couple of these lifers? These are two of the original girls in the program. They now belong to Rene and me.
"Yes," the Minister replied, I would like to talk to them."
"Wilson," Sir Robert said, "would you fetch Roseann and Julie, please." "Yes, Sir Robert."
Wilson returned in a moment leading the two slaves. He dropped their leashes and they knelt in the center of the room. Knees wide spread, back arched, shoulders back, eyes submissively downcast.
Sir Robert said, "the one on your left is Julie, my property, and the other is Roseann, belonging to Dr. Benoit."
The Minister looked first at Julie, then Roseann. He stood and walked around the two helpless females, studying them closely. He said," These girls are beautiful and helpless in their chains. Julie, look at me. Are you happier now than when you were in the asylum?"
"Master, I like being a slave to Sir Robert and I hated the asylum. I am happier now than I ever was before, even when I was a child. I want to stay just as I am now, forever."
"Roseann, how about you?"
"Master, I completely agree with Julie. I want to be Dr. Benoit's slave forever."
"Don't either of you want to be free?," asked the Minister.
After a brief pause, Rose
ann replied, "Master, this is the best life I have ever known. I have no concerns except that I am pleasing to my Master. I am looked after like a princess. I have pride in my pleasure skills and I know I am beautiful and desired by the reactions of men and women who see me." Julie nodded enthusiastic agreement.
"All right," the Minister said, "I am convinced. Your program looks to be of benefit to the government and to these girls. I expect you will be quite profitable. Do you plan to accept investors, Sir Robert?"
Sir Robert replied, "M'lord, we do have capital needs. While not necessary, I think it best if we have some outside investors and board members. We would be pleased to offer you a place on the board to help ensure we continue to operate for the good for these girls. Before you decide anything, would you like to spend some time with these slaves? They can show you how they erase the stresses of great responsibility. You will see why we believe there will be a large market for them."
"Why, yes," Sir Robert, " I believe that might be useful," said the Minister, smiling.
"Good," said Sir Robert, we will leave you now. Come through that door when you are finished. They are well trained and skillful in all the erotic arts. They are also skilled masseuses. If you wish them to prove that skill, here is a key that will free their hands. Have a good time."
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Over the next few months, Sir Robert and the Doctor entertained more than one hundred MPs. In a change of policy, female slavery for convicted felons became law in England. The Church praised it, saying it shaed law breakers and supporting family values. Incidentally increasing church attendance. Women's Rights groups deplored it. It was welcomed by the business groups who approved the lower taxes.
To simplify logistics, all the female slaves were fitted with the same restraints. It was argued most of them were not as strong a threat as those who committed capital crimes. But, it cost less to buy the chains and rings in bulk, so the lower cost argument prevailed. It was clear, however, that the men preferred the women to be naked, ringed, and helpless.
