by Alan Horn
"Welcome back, Alexandra," he said. "Let’s get you up." He unlocked my hands from my ankles and re-locked them behind my back. He took the leash off my collar and clipped it onto my labia rings. He pulled me up to standing. He said, "Let's go see Stan. I have an idea."
Oh no. This is going to be embarrassing, I just know it. He led me along a paved path back to the workshop. Just inside the door he tied my leash to a handy ring. He tied it so tight my feet were against the wall. He walked away. I could hear voices, but no words. In a minute Thomas came back and untied me. He led me to Stan. On the way, he said, "Stan has just what I wanted. You'll love these." I bet not.
Stan Took hold of my leash and led me to a big square post. It had a metal rod running up one side of it The rod was held two inches from the post by thick metal brackets. He backed me up to it and locked me to the rod at neck, waist, and ankles. Working from the bottom up he fastened bells to all my rings. The bells hung on six inch long chains from my rings. All except my nose ring. The bell was fastened to the ring with no chain between. When all my rings sported bells, Stan squatted down and put a bell on each of my ankle cuffs. When he finished, he released me from the post and led me forward a few steps. I chimed like a sleigh horse. Every bell I wore jangled on each oh my steps. He said, "There Alex, you're sure to be the belle of the ball." Ha, Ha.
Thomas came and led me away from Stan's area. I said, "Master, may I speak?"
Thomas said, "Sure. What?"
"Why have you belled me?"
He said, "Well, For you to grow, you have to lose more inhibitions. You are holding a lot of secrets. Secrets are harder to keep in the light. The bells are going to shine much light on you. We all know you hope for a master to control you. This will increase my control over you and expose some of your fears to the public. Get them out in the open so you can address them. Now Let's go see Melody." He led me to her area of the workshop.
I sounded like a disaster in a machine shop or maybe a sleigh race in progress. Anyway, I chimed and dinged, all in different keys as I moved. Any motion was a cacophony of ringing bells. I would turn heads in crowd for sure. I hated MAster Thomas. Of course I loved what he was doing to me. He was right one one thing though. I was not responsible. I was a slave and had to endure what my masters decided for me. Every girl wants to be the center of attention, doesn't she? After a few steps the novelty wore off and I kind of liked it. After all it only called attention to me and I hadn't changed, had I? I was going to have a much harder time hiding from Thomas in the future.
Chapter 20 - Labels
Melody was waiting for us. I think she heard us coming. Ha, Ha. Melody strapped me down in her chair.
She said, "Well Thomas, More rings for Alex?"
He said, "No, not this time. What about putting a ring in her tongue? That might be even better than her nose ring for a leash. After all the tongue is a more sensitive body part."
Wait. A ring in my tongue? No. "No Thomas. I don't want a ring there. It would hurt and I would talk funny . I'd be afraid to open my mouth for fear it would be seen. Please no, Master. Please..."
Master Thomas stuck a ball gag in my mouth when I opened it for another plea. He strapped it behind my neck. I was silenced.
He walked out of my hearing with Melody. I was terrified. What if he told her to do it. I couldn't stop her physically and no one here listened to a girl, even one not gagged. What could I do. All they had to do was say I asked for it. It fit with my other rings. Damn. If he wanted me to get a ring in my tongue, I was going to get it. I steamed and fumed and then I realized I was getting aroused. My nipples were so hard they ached. I felt my juices running into my cunt. My belly was trembling. I realized I could orgasm just from subjugation. My traitorous body loved having degrading things done to it. WHy were these things degrading. I don't remember ever getting a lecture on the impropriety of wearing rings and chains and bells. Why did I think it so bad to be naked? My body is beautiful. WHy should it be wrong to decorate it.. Then I understood. It wasn't that these things were bad. I had been taught that letting my sensuality out was bad. But it wasn't. It felt so good. Shit. I wasn't sure of anything now.
Melody and Thomas came back.
Melody put a blindfold on me and said, "Thomas, I'll need an hour or so."
Thomas said, "All right. An hour."
Melody was bustling about me, moving things about. Then I felt something cold on my skin, just above my left breast. I tried to ask what it was, but only inarticulate mumbles got past my gag.
I heard Melody say, "Just some paint dear. Nothing permanent, yet."
Yet, what in the hell did she mean by yet. I knew she was a tattoo artist and I didn't want any of those. Especially ones I didn't know about.
Melody worked on me for the whole hour. She painted something above my breasts, on my breasts, all over my stomach, and around my pussy. The stuff went on cold and wet and dried in no time. I felt fingers working on my blindfold and it came off. The light was way too bright and I closed my eyes. My gag was removed and I opened my eyes. Master Thomas was looking at me. He was smiling broadly.
He spoke, "Alex, my slave girl, you are gorgeous. Melody's touch has transformed you. You were a beautiful girl when I left you. Now, you are the most ravishing, sensuous, erotic flower in all the gardens of all the harems of the world."
What? What is he raving about. I'm the same slave girl I was. Melody just added paint. "Master, I don't know what you are referring to. May I have a mirror?"
"Not yet," he said, "I want you to get the full picture at once." He put the blindfold back on me. I felt his fingers releasing the straps. He helped me out of the chair and led me by the arm a few paces. He turned me to my right and removed the blindfold. He cried, "Behold, my erotic slave girl."
I stared at the mirror. I had trouble recognizing me in the glass. I was now a riot of color. There was a huge rose covering my stomach. The word 'SLAVE' Lay across my mons, just above my slit, in script. My breasts were also labeled, 'OBEY' above my left breast, and 'SUBMIT' above my right. A leafy vine encircle each breast, below the labels. My nipples were at the core of rosebuds from the vine. I was flaming in my belly. I wanted to be fucked so hard, so bad. My body reaching for an orgasm without any physical stimulation. Pure submission and helplessness was fueling my orgasm.
Master Thomas said, "Posture, slave."
I understood. I obeyed. I thrust my breasts out, arched my back, spread my legs and orgasmed. The pure lust arising from obedience had pushed me over the edge. His strong arms grasped my chained arms and held me up as my legs buckled. "Thank you, Master. Thank you for everything. Would you like to fuck me now? Your slave wishes to submit herself to you."
"Not yet," he said. First we need to see Stan again." He held my arm and led me to Stan.
Stan fastened small chains around my upper thighs, as high as possible. Short chains linked these to the side of my waistband so they wouldn't slide down. They weren't tight, but just snug. Then he fastened a short chain from each of my labia rings to the closest thigh chain. He adjusted these so when I stood, they were slack. But when I spread my knees, they pulled my pussy lips back, opening my inner cunt to the world. My last physical secret, exposed. Oh well. Nothing I could do. I was carrying a lot of metal now. I was used to them and on the other girls, I thought them quite becoming, for naked slave girls, anyway.
After Stan had finished putting his chains on my labia rings, Thomas approached. He was holding something in his hand. He held it up to my eyes. It was a large gold tag engraved with, 'ALEXANDRA 4, Property of Master Thomas.' He said, "I thought it appropriate to mark my slavegirl. Just so everyone was clear about my property rights."
I should have been indignant. I should have spat at him. What I did was sink to my knees and say, "I am grateful, my master. It is the most precious gift you could have given me. I will wear it proudly so long as you will have me." I kissed his feet, over and over.
He said, "Stand up."
I
stood as gracefully as I could and displayed my body for my master. He kissed me, hard. Then he took me back to Stan who affixed the tag to the front ring of my collar. I glowed with pride. I had a master.
Stan made appreciative remarks about my new paint job. Then suggested they would make nice tattoos. I noticed he said that to Master Thomas and not to me. Slaves did not make decisions, especially about their bodies. I was not surprised or horrified. I let it slide over me as natural as sunlight.
The leash went back on my labia rings and he led me outside. He was carrying a gym bag in his hand. I wondered briefly what new things he had for me in the bag. I didn't care, but I wondered how he could find anything new for me. Was It self centered to think he had something for me? Who knew?
Outside, he stopped and looked at me. He frowned. He said, "don't move. Relax your arms. I'm going to move them around. He unlocked my wrists and relocked them to the back of my collar. He walked a few steps away and looked at me. "Better," he said, "this way lifts your breasts a little. And you have wonderful breasts my slave."
I grinned at him. "Thank you, Master. I'm glad you decorated them so nicely."
We strolled around the grounds like a couple of lovers idly passing the time. He said, "Alexandra, for now you may talk freely. Pretend we just met."
"Thank you Master. Its hard for me to talk too freely as restrained, naked, and leashed as I am."
He laughed, "I said 'pretend,' wench. Stop.” He took off my leash and put it in the gym bag. "There. Better?"
We walked on.
He said, "if we meet anyone, and I hope we do. I want to show you off. Then just talk to them normally, as if you are not a chained slave. Everyone will see you are my property and assume I want you to behave normally."
We did pass several people. A couple of men, a woman, and a man and woman together. Thomas stopped and talked to several of them. Nothing consequential. Everyone said hello to me just as if we met in a market or park. Everyone else was dressed normally . I looked like a flamingo among gulls. They all complimented Thomas on my appearance. It was a little embarrassing since none of them addressed their remarks to me. Of course they saw the tag on my collar saying I was his. I guess it was natural to assume everything about me was his doing. His property attired as he wished. True enough. I would never have chosen to meet strangers like this.
If they talked too long, Master would order me to kneel. I always looked at their feet when I did. Staring at their shoes, especially the women made me wonder. Why are slave girls kept barefoot. Or was that universal. All the girls here were. On all the porn videos I saw, the bound girls always had high heels. I'd like to wear heels. Even they would keep my feet cleaner. They were always black on the bottom. Black feet and a sopping cunt were de rigueur around here. I'll ask if I can have something on my feet when I get a chance.
We talked as we walked. We both talked about our favorite foods and movies. What kind of pets we thought we would like. We discussed what makes women happy and sad. What clothes I wore when I wore any. Sports, he liked skiing and technical mountain climbing. I skied too, but mainly so I could wear the tight pants I mostly stayed in the lodge and drank hot buttered rum. I was into gymnastics until my girl parts swelled up.
When the conversation lagged I would marvel at us. He was this tall, well muscled, athletic good looking guy. If he walked down the Santa Monica pier ten girls would want him. I was naked, painted like a floral display, my wrists were locked behind my head. My ankles were hobbled with a foot of chain. I had large, gold rings in my labia, nipples, ears, and nose. I had a large steel collar on my neck with a tag on the front declaring I was his property. I was happy with all my gear. My helplessness. I smiled at everything and everyone. This was the best I had felt ever. But the strange thing was the juxtaposition. Me, an obvious natural slave girl and exhibitionist, walking beside my hunk. Talking about pets and movies. Wouldn't all the women in the world be happier if they could do this and feel safe?
He took me into the cafeteria for lunch. For a change I didn't have to eat out of a bowl on the floor. He got our lunch then had me kneel beside him. He fed me a bite at a time. He got adept at using the fork to brush the bell on my nose ring aside while inserting the food into my mouth. It was delicious. While he fed me he kept up a running commentary on the other slave girls and staff members as they ate. I could listen to his voice for hours. His voice was firm, confident, and energetic. It was relaxing and made me feel I was in good hands
Too skinny, too sloppy, Great ass, etc. Sometimes he would put the fork down and caress my head, my ears, my breasts. I had a residual warmth in my belly. Whenever he touched me it would flare up. I would moan a little and try to snuggle into his arm or leg. I was definitely purring when we finished lunch. He took me back to his room, maybe our room, now.
He asked me if I had to pee, and I did. He took the leash out of the bag and clipped it on my nose ring. He led me into the back yard, over to a small tree and said, "pee here."
I was surprised. but said, "Yes, Master." I squatted where I was and spread my feet as far apart as my hobble allowed. It took me a while.
I was not used to anyone watching me pee. I was his property and had to obey, so there it was. I finally got it going and let out a good stream for a minute or so. I was totally embarrassed and was glad no one else saw me. Bodily functions are just meant to be private. Oops, a slave girl had no privacy or choice, I remembered.
"Master, I think I'm in love with you. I know its presumptive of me, but would you spank me please. I have been thinking all sorts of inappropriate thoughts and I need correcting. Please?"
He smiled,"It must be telepathy. I've been thinking you needed a good spanking to put you back into your place, slave." He sat in a chair and said , come here and lay across my lap, slave."
I squealed and flung myself across him I felt his leg pinion mine and his hand held my back down. His first blow hit my left cheek and stung, but the flames it struck in my cunt were hotter. I felt his erection getting longer, pushing into my pussy. He spanked me six times. Three on each cheek. I could tell my ass was bright red. My ass was almost as hot as my pussy. I was sopping wet and I wanted him in me. I was so disappointed when he said, "That's enough. Kneel."
He lifted me up and I knelt between his legs. He took his cock out of his pants and said, "service me, slave."
I was bubbling inside and wanted to scream,"finish me you cad," but I didn't I opened my mouth and took in every inch. Licking and sucking like a demon Hoover. My nipples ached and my pussy was clenching. I felt him swell even larger in my mouth, but before he came, he pushed me off him and took me into the bedroom. "Slave girl," he said, " do you remember the penalty for losing this morning?"
Chapter 21 - Stocks
I gulped. I was due a little time in the stocks. Oh well, I lost, so I earned it. "Yes, Master. Now?"
"Yes, now. Kneel at the foot of the bed."
I knelt and he lifted the top half of the stocks. He released my hands and said, "Put your neck and wrists in the slots."
I carefully lowered myself down. The openings were perfect. I used my hands and put my hair to the left side of my head.
He lowered the bar. I heard a lock close. I was perfectly secured. I couldn't move wrists or neck. It was a snug fit. He had me straighten my legs. He put a narrow footstool under my waist. My ass was now higher than my neck. Perfect position to fuck me from the rear, doggy style. I felt him rubbing lube into and around my ass hole. Oh no, I've never been taken there. It’s going to hurt.
I felt the tip of his stiff cock nuzzling around my anus, then it found its target and began forcing its way in. I heard him say, "Try to relax. It will feel much better." I knew he was right and concentrated on relaxing my sphincter. It must have worked because, I felt him enter me. It was tight and a little painful. He said, My God, you are so tight, so hot." He started a rhythmic pumping and by God, I started getting aroused again. My ardor, that had cooled after the spanking, blossome
d anew. I was enjoying this ride. Who knew how good it could feel. I had always been warned by my friends that it would just hurt. Not true. I couldn't move anything to help. I was just along for the ride but It was a great ride. I felt him gush his load inside me, filling me with his hot seed. My orgasm came hot on his heels. My belly spasmed and I felt my love juices flooding my cunt, uselessly.
He shrank in me and pulled out. I could feel his spunk dribbling out my asshole. "Thank you, Master. I didn't know I could come from anal sex. You were wonderful."
He said, " You too, Alexandra." He wiped my ass off with a wet cloth from the bath. He went into the living room. I heard music. I dropped into sub space and lay content in my bonds. I didn't want to go anywhere. I was home. A home far greater than where my parents lived. I belonged in my master's stocks, naked and ringed. He had made me what I always wanted to be. Safe.
Thomas came back into the bedroom and stared in appreciative wonder at the wonderful ass of his slave. How had he gotten so lucky. This girl was amazing. She was loving, beautiful, and loved sex in any form. He would be happy to be seen with her in public, even vanilla. His problem was to get her through her remaining issues. No one, not even her, knew what they were. Society had layered psychoses and neuroses willy nilly. The only thing that seemed to work was to show her how good some of these forbidden kinks felt. Then hope it killed another particular bugaboo. Tomorrow he would introduce her to animal play. He pulled an easy chair over next to Alexandra's naked restrained form. He picked up a book he was reading, sat in the chair and rested his bare legs on her back. Skin contact was good, he thought.
I heard master come into the room and heard him move something heavy. I could only see the bedspread and the head of the bed. I felt master rest his legs on my back. I could feel the tiny hairs on either side of his legs. It wasn't heavy. All my weight was resting on the footstool under my stomach. He reached under me and fondled my breast hanging down under me. The bells rang as he disturbed them. The rubbing and rolling of my nipple heavenly. It got rock hard and stayed that way after he withdrew his hand. The bell was heavy and kept swaying long after he left it. My loins grew hot from his casual touch. I wondered how such an abstract concept as submission could affect me so strongly. As I thought about my abject surrender to slavery, my belly heated even more. I flexed my knees, trying to rub my pussy on the footstool, to no avail.
