by Alan Horn
"Yes, sir, I do," said Stevens.
"Good, would you have someone fetch me one perfect rose from the garden and a long strip of leather. We have a new slave to introduce," Jack requested.
Stevens smiled broadly and said, "Yes sir, right away."
Holly took me to the bath we had used for Regina when I was in charge. She fastened the hanging chain to my collar so it was taut and I had to stand tall to ease the strain on my neck. Holly didn't have to make it so tight. I was here by my own choice! She unlocked my hands and pulled them down and relocked them to the back of my collar, but with my elbows out. Just like I had showed her how to wash Regina.
She used a soapy cloth to scrub me all over, paying particular attention to my breasts and loins. I tried to hold still. But I couldn't help squirming as the slippery friction of the soapy cloth aroused me. . My nipples grew rock hard and I felt my breasts swell and my skin redden. My labia lips engorged and my rings spread further apart. They were no longer rubbing together. Holly was well aware of what she was doing to me. I sensed she greatly enjoying her control over me, the former lady of the house, and her aunt.
Holly removed my butt plug. She inserted the enema plug and opened the valve to fill my ass with the cleaning solution. She drained it after a few minutes and repeated it until the drainage was clear. She washed, lubricated, and reinserted the butt plug. I was used to being handled as livestock, but I was still embarrassed to be so handled by my former maid and niece. I didn't dare say anything. "My, how the mighty have fallen," I thought.
Holly rinsed me off, dried my hair and body, then dabbed perfume on my neck, breasts and labia. "Roses," I thought.
Holly released my hands and relocked them in reverse prayer position. She took hold of my nose leash, unlocked the hanging chain from my collar, and led me out of the bath. Neither of us had said a word. I was disappointed. I had hoped for a happy welcome home, even if I had become a slave. This felt cold. I was led to a small sitting room near the front of the house. I saw no one on the way. I found Jack and Regina waiting for us. Jack said, "Thank you Holly, leave her here and go to the library. Tell Stevens we will join him in a moment."
"Yes sir," she said.
"Anna," said my Master, "do you remember the welcoming ceremony we had for Regina?"
"Yes, Master."
"Describe it to me, please," said Master Jack.
I remembered it well. I had used the occasion to shame Regina before the entire staff. I didn't want to speak about it. Maybe Jack, and Regina, most certainly, would like me to be forced to repeat it. But what choice did I have? "Yes, Master. I put a rose in Regina's pussy and ordered her to submit to everyone and made her ask everyone to beat her with a crop. I meant no harm, Master. It just seemed appropriate to let everyone know how to deal with a slave since none had ever seen one before." I saw Regina staring at me, entranced. Jack was looking happy.
Jack held up a single rose and said, "like this one?"
"Yes, Master.
I was, of course, in standing display position. Jack walked over to me and deftly inserted the rose stem into my pussy. He said, "I think this will be a perfect way to have the staff learn how to treat the slave who used to be lady of the house. Let's go see them now." He lifted my leash and led me to the library, Regina followed us.
When my Master inserted the rose into my pussy, I was so ashamed I almost fainted. I remember how startled Regina had looked when I had done it to her. Jack turned me to face the same mirror I had used to let Regina look at herself. He let me look at myself. I saw myself as I saw Regina those months before.
I was stunned. I had never seen myself as a full sex slave with my hair and makeup done. The naked woman I saw in the mirror was exactly what I had seen in my dreams. I was incredibly erotic. My pussy clenched at the sight of me. It was like seeing lust embodied standing before me. The months of strict diet control and exercise had done wonders for my body and posture. My waist was slim, my breasts seemed larger, rounder and firmer than before. There was no fat on my body at all. My neck seemed longer but that may have been an effect of the massive collar riveted on it.
My nipples were swollen and hard. They ached and clutched their rings like they were afraid of losing them. My naked labia lips, pink and engorged, their rings standing away from each other. My hair had always been one of my finer points, now the thick blond waves floated around my head like a corona. My eyes were bright blue and shining. I was proud, proud of my body and I craved the opportunity to show my master how much I could offer him.
The rose was a beautiful addition that set off my coloring beautifully. It matched my lipstick. I knew, I will be horribly embarrassed when the staff sees peeking out of my pussy. But that was just what was going to happen. I had made Regina stand in front of all the household staff with everything hanging out and a rose in her pussy. Now it was my turn. It wasn't my fault. I was not born that sort of woman. But I had no choice. I must obey my Master. Oh, but I wished I was in his bed.
Master led me to the library and as I walked in, I saw everyone had gathered to see me.
Unlike when Regina was presented, I knew everyone there. I had hired and instructed, and corrected most of them. Now I was at the bottom of the heap with Regina. Well. I had asked for this. I must take the bad with the good, and how scrumptious the good was.
Jack said, "You all know Anna. Both Regina and Anna used to be my wives. Now both are my slaves. You will use them to help keep the estate in good condition. Anna was in charge of keeping things in good shape while I was away. Now she is in charge of nothing. She is to be treated exactly the same as Regina, and any other slaves I may acquire. You all have whip rights over both of them. Use those whips to keep them humble, respectful and obedient. Do not let them orgasm. You may tease them until they beg for release, but do not give it to them. That is my right.
Does anyone have any questions? No, good. Anna will now reintroduce herself to you as a slave, just as Regina did when she arrived. Anna will now go to each one of you and swear to obey you then ask you to show your dominance over her by cropping her ass. He turned to me, hung the crop on my nipple ring, and said, " Go, slave."
I went to the nearest person, Maude, and said, I am Anna, the slave of Master Jack. I will obey you in all things. Please crop my ass Mistress Maude to show your dominance over me. The woman replied, with pleasure, slave. She unclipped the crop from my nipple ring and said, "Punishment position." I bent over and lowered my head as far as I could. It hurt. I groaned, but didn't move. I said, "Thank you, Mistress Maude." The woman said, "Display position. I sprang up and thrust my breasts out for her. She smiled and hung the crop back on my nipple ring.
I went all around the room, begging everyone to crop me. I was blushing crimson the whole, long journey. This was so humiliating. Of course I knew I was a slave and beneath every person there. But still, to carry my means of punishment with me to more than twenty people I had known for years as their employer. To ask them to stripe my helpless, nude body was awful.
This was my introduction to the abject subjugation part of being a sex slave. Master Jack watched the proceedings with a smile on his face. I'm glad he was enjoying the spectacle, because I sure wasn't. As I recalled, he smiled when Regina was similarly greeted. Maybe men just like to see a woman being humble and whipped, or maybe just the ones he owns. Or maybe Jack regards this as being a valuable training to teach his slaves their place. If so, then he is correct. I will not forget my place after this, at least not for a long time.
Life on the estate soon settled into a routine. Regina and I shared a slaves duties and our master's bed, sometimes together. For me it was my dream life. All my former worries and concerns vanished. I had only to obey my orders and give pleasure to all who demanded it. In return, I received more pleasure than I thought possible.
My master had a large addition constructed which we all called the slaves quarters. It had a large sunken bath filled with warm water and a wide sunny area covered wi
th carpets and pillows. We slaves were never permitted to use chairs, so there were none in this room. Of course all the windows were barred and there was only one locked door, but it was ours.
About a year after my return, Jack gathered the staff together, including his slaves. He announced, "I wanted everyone here to know this as soon as possible. Parliament has just passed a law making female slavery legal in England. It has announced the existence of the female slave program. So girls, you are now public knowledge and may be taken out in public. New laws permit any woman over eighteen to declare herself a slave. All women convicted of a crime are to be enslaved.
I am going to host a large garden party in a month to introduce the current slaves in the county to the rest of society. This will get any shocks out of the way early. Anna, I want you to make a list of all your friends in Cornwall. Include Sallie and Louisa. I will make sure that all the other slaves Dr. Benoit has placed in the county are invited. Stevens, I expect there will be several hundred people here, so start making plans. You may use outside caterers of course.
I looked at Regina and swallowed nervously. All my friends. I had dreaded this day but knew it would come. Perhaps my Master was correct and it was best done quickly. In any case there was no point in worrying, I couldn't do anything about it except follow orders. I was sure I would be ashamed, but no one cared about that, after all I was just property now, no matter what I used to be. An who knows, maybe more of my friends would join us by then. Certainly Sally and Louisa had realized how inviting it was.
Regina and I worked hard for the next month, preparing for the party. Much of our hardest work, was outside pulling carts of dirt, trash and plants around. Every morning we would have bits strapped in our mouths so the drivers could better control us. Sometimes the carts would be so heavily loaded we couldn't pull it up small hills or bumps. then one of the men would help push the cart. It was hard pulling with our hands locked behind us. But there were long rests as the carts were loaded and unloaded.
The water boy often gave us water. I think he rather enjoyed the job since his hands were all over our girl parts every time he gave us water. Because of our bits, we would tilt our heads back and he would ladle a dipper full in our mouths. At least half would run down my body. It felt good, cool and refreshing. When we worked outside Stevens would fasten bells to our rings. We were very noisy, but that was the idea, I suppose. The water boy had to use both hands to pour the water into our mouth. one to hold the ladle, the other to move our nose bells out of the way so some would get into our mouths.
We also worked inside, polishing and cleaning and scrubbing. Always with our leashes locked to a ring or post. The staff made sure our hands were locked behind our backs before unlocking our tethers. There was never a moment when we were able to walk around without someone holding our leashes. Of course we didn't want to escape but the staff was taking no chances. I often thought they enjoyed having a naked, helpless women, on a leash. We were like a pet animal, especially one who had fallen from the pinnacle of their world.
I was surprised one day when I was brought in the front door by Stevens. As we came in I saw Maude standing in the entry, obviously surprised by our entry. There was a box at her feet and she had my old collar and leash out, holding it to her neck, looking in the mirror. Stevens said, "thinking of crossing over, Maude?"
She blushed furiously and said, " was just curious, Mr. Stevens."
"Well, if you are serious, talk to Regina, Anna, and Mr. Hedley," said Stevens. "They will understand."
Both Regina and I were docile and obedient. It would have been futile to struggle as well as painful. We were perfect slaves, always cheerful, obedient , and respectful. For my part, I found it came very easily. I enjoyed being subservient to all these people who held the power of the whip over me. When someone led me around by the nose my pussy became very wet. Many times the shining evidence of my arousal ran down my thighs and was noticed by others. I always blushed when it was discovered, but I couldn't help it and I never had any clothing to hide it. The girls were quick to snigger at me. They would discuss my leaking among themselves as I was held still for them to observe. They teased me unmercifully, trying to get a rise from me, but I knew they held the whip.
A favorite game of theirs when my secretions were noticed was to fetch one of the dogs to "clean me up." The dogs loved this job. It got so that whenever one of them saw me, it would run to me and start licking my pussy, whether wet or not. All of them were big enough to knock me over and when it sat on my ankle chain I couldn't move. Of course, my pussy became wet as soon as it was licked and the dog would stay and feed until someone pulled it away. If I was near the kitchen, someone would get a bone or piece of meat and slide it deep into my pussy. The dog would get its nose way, way inside me to pull it out. I was especially still when this occurred. I wanted to minimize the chance I would get nipped inside by those sharp teeth. Boy, was it embarrassing, especially as I could do nothing about it when my hands were locked away. Everyone around would laugh at me and offer useless suggestions. Talk about a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The day of the party finally arrived. The invited slaves were brought in early morning. Te guests were expected to start arriving by late morning. I was surprised by the number of slaves. I had only known of four but twenty more arrived by 8 am. We all were paired up with another slave by the simple expedient of locking our nose leashes together. Then we all worked on each other's hair and makeup.
Sally and Louisa were brought in early since they lived close by. I didn't know anyone else until one of the very last girls was Helen. I had only known her for a few months. She was very quiet and petite with wavy black hair and a porcelain complexion. She was one of the prettiest girls I knew. It was a shock to see her led in as a slave. I assumed she was a volunteer since she was an upstanding neighbor. But I was wrong. I got to speak to her before we were put into coffle. She had been a leader in the suffragette movement. She was convicted of disturbing the peace. Unfortunately for her this was just after all female criminals were sentenced to slavery. She had just finished her training and had only recently returned to her former husband.
When we were done we were all put in a coffle by locking our nose leashes to the back of another slave's collar. I was the lead girl and Regina was second. Holly took hold of my leash and led us out into the garden. My leash was locked to a ring on a post at the edge of a patio. We were instructed to kneel facing the patio. A long chain was locked to the collar of the last girl. I couldn't see where it was fastened, but I was sure it was locked somewhere immovable.
Soon my Master came out to the patio at the head of a throng of people dressed for a garden party. There were many gasps and gesticulations at the naked slaves lined up for their viewing.
My master stopped them at the edge of the patio and welcomed them to the party. He explained that he is hosting them to explain about the practice of slavery for women. He introduced Dr. Benoit as the father of the movement. He told them that the Doctor would tell them why he started it and would take questions afterward.
Dr. Benoit told them about the disturbed women and how he decided on slavery as a treatment. He explained how the slaves and their owners reacted. He explained the financial aspects. Finally, he reviewed the current laws. He then answered questions for a few minutes then turned the platform back to my Master.
Master Jack came over to Regina and I. He explained that we belonged to him. Regina because she was assigned to him by Dr. Benoit and that she had a criminal past. He explained that I was his wife when we received Regina and that shortly after that, I asked to be enslaved.
He moved to Louisa and Sally and explained that they too, had asked to be enslaved after seeing Regina. He then had the other owners come up and explain about their slaves. After they finished, Master Jack asked each owner to take their slaves and circulate. Each owner unlocked their slaves and led them away. Master Jack took Regina and I to one side of the patio and locked both our leas
hes to a post. He said, " Talk to anyone you want. Remember you are my slaves and I want to be proud of you. I need to circulate and will return shortly. He walked briskly away.
As soon as he left, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, our closest neighbors walked up. She said, Anna, is it true? Did you ask to be a slave?
I said, "Yes, Mistress I did ask for Master Jack to enslave me."
"But why?" she asked, "I always thought you were happy."
Yes, Mistress," I answered, "I thought of myself as happy too. Until we got Regina," motioning to her. "Then I saw how unbelievably happy a naked, helpless woman could be. After a month of that, I decided that was what I wanted, too."
Then, Alicia, the Anderson's daughter spoke up. She asked, "do you have to do what anyone says?"
I said, "Yes, Mistress."
Alicia said, "I want you to bark like a dog."
I responded, "Yes, Mistress, BARK, BARK."
Mrs. Anderson said, "That's enough, Alicia, go and play."
The rest of the evening was much like that. MAny people I knew came up and talked to me. Most were kind, all were amazed at what I had done. Several of the men were very appreciative of Regina and my chained nudity.
One man approached us and stopped to talk. He didn't stare at any one part of us, but rather, seemed to like the whole package. He asked, "Like a drink?"
I said, "Yes, Master, and I'm sure Regina would too. But, there's a problem. No hands."
He smiled and said, "No problem. Don't go away." He turned and walked toward the bar.
"Smart ass. Don't go away! Sure," said Regina.
I said under my breath, "Don't complain. He may bring us some drinks. I'm thirsty and he looked nice. He sure can't expect to get us in bed tonight."
He did return, carrying three drinks on a tray. He said," I brought you both Scotch. OK?"
