Meeting my in-laws.
After our shopping excursions with close calls with slave enforcement and police.
We made our way back to Cheryl’s house.
Red and Jack was both there. And both men’s eyes just lit up when they saw me.
Red couldn’t wait to get his arms around me leaning me back and kissing me passionately.
It felt so wonderful to have a man that truly loves me. So bad I wanted him to just pick me up and carry me to the bedroom.
But unfortunately something else had suddenly came up. Jack informed us that Red and Cheryl’s mom Ruth Ann has invited us over for supper.
I knew I should be happy and excited to meet her and her husband Richard. But something just didn’t feel right about it. But I knew it had to be done cause we only had about another week before we’d have to make the drive to California.
So we got into the car and made a further drive out into the country.
Ruth Ann and Richard had a pretty good sized spread said it was around 100 acres. Some of it in timber they had cows and crops also.
Same type of shit I’m used to I suppose with the only exception was they had a nice home instead of a shack.
As we drove up to the house where Ruth Ann and Richard were anxiously waiting. I spotted the single seat carriage styled sulky parked right next to the front porch.
I instantly got a sick feeling in my gut when I saw it.
I was also taken back by how old they looked also. I’m guessing they were in there mid towards late 60’s.
I’m guessing Cheryl and Red were products of what probably was a second marriage later in life. But I never got any real conformation on that.
To be honest they looked more like grand parents than parents but both Cheryl and Red referred to them as momma and daddy so I didn’t feel right in questioning it.
Ruth Ann was a short frail looking woman with red hair, I’m sure it was from a bottle. She had that humped back from either arthritis or to much time bent over picking cotton.
Her skin wrinkled looking as if she’d spent a lot of her life in the sun.
Richard though wasn’t a bad looking man for his age. He stood around 6’0 and appeared to be somewhat stout with the exception of having a gut. Probably from that good old country cooking they do in the south. Where everything gets fried and corn bread is served with every meal.
Ruth Ann was on me as soon as I got out of the car.
Looking me up and down real critically.
She held her hands together behind her back as she walks behind me again looking me up and down.
“ I see my daughter didn’t waste no time dolling you up? “
I didn’t know how to respond to that so I just let it go.
She then put her finger right in my face.
“ Until I see official paperwork that you’re not a slave. You will be treated like a slave on my place! “
I then looked at Red with concern in my eyes.
“ Just go along with it, it’ll be alright. “
Ruth Ann points at her front door.
“ Just so you know! Slaves don’t use the front door. They always use the back. “
This is another throw back to the Jim Crow era laws and rules to live by.
Ruth Ann took all that shit real seriously.
I backed away from her slowly to go around the house.
“ I ain’t through with you yet! “
She yells out in an angry tone stopping me.
“ Slaves don’t wear clothes either!…Take them off!…Now! “
“ Oh mother please! “
Red Begged her to back off.
“ Shut up Red!…A slave has got to know her place! And a slave that doesn’t know her place has a tendency to get uppity.
And I’m gonna tell you son an uppity slave is not a good thing. “
“ But momma she’s gonna be a wife not a slave! “
“ Yeah but she’s not your wife yet!
I have to say son I disappointed in you. I had higher expectations of who I thought you’d be marrying. Then you bring this trash on to my place? “
I could see the anger in Reds face. I could see it in Cheryl’s and Richards to. But none of them had the guts to go against her on any of this.
So to keep the peace I suppose I started to get myself undressed.
Ruth Ann started tapping her foot on the gravel driveway as if she’s trying to hurry me up.
My sexy lingerie was supposed to be a surprise for Red but instead the whole family gets to see it, including some in the passing cars that went by.
The teenage boys that passed by came back and forth multiple times. Whistling and yelling out to me as if I was some trashy whore or something.
Within a minute or so I stood slave naked again before my future mother in law.
She looked me up and down and around.
“ Present! “
She said to me.
And with that I instantly snapped into position.
Hands behind my head fingers interlocked together. Tits pushed out legs shoulder width apart.
She again walks around me.
I feel her fingers feeling over the scars on my back. She then ran them over my brand.
Back around to my front she groped my tits. Just like the men that came around the farm would do.
I guess she’s like them, she wants to know if I’m ripe or not.
She then pulled and stretched on my nipples.
She ran her fingers over my smooth shaved crotch. I then saw her nod to me with approval.
She’d nod but not tell me good job slave.
A slave has to take a compliment where ever she can get one cause they are few and far between.
I then felt her fingers as she shoved them up my cunt. I heard a gasp from Cheryl as she stood there with a shocked look on her face.
Her thumb rubbed my clit as she fingers me until my body starts quivering. I then come hard soaking her hand.
She pulls out then sniffed and sucked my juices from her fingers.
Again she gives me a nod, before pointing to the sulky.
Without being told I quickly backed up to it, then squatted and picked the handles up. I stood there looking straight ahead as Ruth Ann climbed into the carriage.
Ruth Ann made a clicking sound with her mouth letting me know she was ready to go. I took off in a trot through the front yard then turned the corner to go beside the house.
To be honest Ruth Ann wasn’t much of a challenge. I mean Boss probably out weighed her by 150 pounds. So she was just a light weight as I built up a little speed hoping to impress her.
“ So you want to go fast?…Let’s see how fast you can get to the wood shed out yonder. “
I sort of like got that runners high going for me. I learned that term later from my daughter Crystal she loves to run track and talks about the runners high. Meaning that you’re loving it and don’t want to stop.
But unfortunately my run was gonna take a quick pause and for sure I shouldn’t have been in no hurry to get to that wood shed.
Cause Ruth Ann looked until she found the stoutest hickory switch she could find.
“ Just so you know this is for your own good. “
She said just before bending me over her knee.
She then proceeded to whip my ass in front of the entire family.
I then learned something about Ruth Ann as she energetically reminded me of where my place is in society.
She’d either at some point owned slaves.
Worked in the slave industry.
Or been a slave herself.
Cause a slave knows a good ass whipping when she gets one. I’ve had lots of them so many that lots of times I’d just grin at Boss and laugh and he’d soon quit cause he knew I was enjoying it to much.
But Ruth Ann was different.
That bitch had me crying like a baby.
And she says this is for my own good?
The Runaway slave part 2
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
Glad to see another new post now that the site is back up and running.
Silly slave girl, energetically running out to the woodhouse only to find herself bent over the knee for a more energetic whipping. I particularly enjoyed visualizing the teenaged boys driving back and forth checking out the view.
Silly slave girl, energetically running out to the woodhouse only to find herself bent over the knee for a more energetic whipping. I particularly enjoyed visualizing the teenaged boys driving back and forth checking out the view.
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
After my thorough ass whipping Ruth Ann was back in the carriage and with tears flowing down my cheeks I picked up the handles of the sulky again and trotted towards the back of the house.
I then squatted and gently lowered the handles to the ground so Ruth Ann wouldn’t be suddenly dropped.
For you new pony girls just so you know, you just don’t stop and drop the sulky you gently lower it. Otherwise you might get a whipped ass.
Or in my case get another whipped ass.
But just as I let the handles go from under the porch this vicious dog charges me barking his head off.
I jump back barely far enough that the logging chain hooked to his collar snapped him back.
With lightning fast speed Ruth Ann was out of the carriage with switch in hand, she grabbed the dog by the collar and whips his ass.
He lets out some painful yelps. When let go he retreats back under the porch to start licking his wounds.
I look back and down at my own wounded ass sort of wishing that I could do the same.
“ Sorry about that he smells your slave stink. “
With that said and once again in front of the entire family Ruth Ann bent me over the railing of the upcoming steps that went up to the porch.
And with my tits hanging I could just feel Red and Jack checking me out.
As Ruth Ann again shoved her fingers up me.
Though as embarrassing as this sounds in actuality I was getting turned on my cunt was soaking in my juices of arousal my nipples erect and sensitive.
“ Hey you care if I fuck that slave! “
A boys voice yells out from the road.
Everyone turns to look towards the parked car that was full of young punks.
Jack takes a few steps towards them. Then the driver stomps the accelerator and they take off.
Big Jack is sort of an intimidating figure standing at 6’8 and 250 pounds.
It’s not smart to piss him off.
Ruth Ann then pulled her fingers from my soaking snatch then made me sniff my own slave stink.
“ See there…Takes more than a bath and some clothes to make that stink go away.
She then smacked my ass again.
“ Get up them stairs you got work to do! “
Through the back door and into the kitchen we walked.
On the table Ruth Ann had cooked up some fried chicken fried taters fried okra. Then there was a big pot of butter beans and a large plate of corn bread.
Then of course to drink was a large pitcher of sweet tea.
Everyone gathered around the table except me. It’s my place to stand and serve you know?
Yeah I’ve been here before I know what to do.
So I fill everyone’s plates and pour the sweet tea.
Whenever someone raised and shook there glass. I’d be right there with a refill.
I though did fill my own plate and glass being that there was a place for me to sit at the table. Though I didn’t dare ask to do so.
After all I’m a slave that knows her place.
My stomach growls of hunger smelling that fried chicken and watching everyone enjoy it.
My hope was that when the family finished I’d be allowed to eat.
But unfortunately I was wrong about that to.
When everyone was full as ticks Ruth Ann invited them into her den for a drink.
She had a fully stocked liquor cabinet.
Richard then brought out this box of high end Cuban cigars.
Which they all lit up as they enjoyed their spirits.
I though didn’t get any of that either.
Ruth Ann comes back into the kitchen. I hoped she was gonna give me permission to eat since she did see me eying my plate hungering for it.
“ Dogs got to eat!…Take that out and scrape it out for the dog. “
I just nodded and proceeded to do as I was told.
Walking outside with the plate so tempted I was to pick up that chicken leg to chew into it and enjoy but my instincts told me I was being tested.
I raked the plate off into the yard and out come that damn dog again gobbling up my plate of food.
My instincts proved to be right as I turned back towards the house I saw Ruth Ann watching me through the window.
I come back into the kitchen Ruth Ann looks at me then around the kitchen.
“ You know what to do! Get busy! “
She then lit up her cigar and walked into the den to join the rest of the family.
And I jumped right into action knowing exactly where my place was.
Wasn’t no leftovers so didn’t get to sneak a bite of anything.
Plates got scraped into the garbage. Dishes pots and pans got washed dried and put away. Table and stove got wiped down.
This might be good enough for the norm. But in my case being a slave and to you young slaves out there reading this. If faced with a situation similar the key thing here is to keep busy.
Unless the job is done don’t never let the master or mistress catch you doing nothing.
So I found the cleaning stuff and I swept mopped then wiped down the refrigerator including the top of it. Then I found the Pledge and a dust cloth. And started dusting all the woodwork.
These old houses got all that paneling shit in them for walls so there is lots to dust.
When finished I made sure I dotted my I’s and crossed my T’s.
When I was satisfied that I’d done all that I could I then knelt bowed my head and rested my hands on my thighs palms up of course. I then closed my eyes to relax and wait.
I didn’t have to wait long Ruth Ann comes in looking around.
She doesn’t give me praise verbally.
If your a slave and think your gonna get that, you may as well forget that shit cause it ain’t happening.
I l knew though that she was impressed when I saw her look up at the glass light fixture and seen that it had been cleaned. Before it had about 5 dead flies laying in it.
From a drawer she took out some white gloves put them on. I watched her go around the room looking for shit that I missed.
I smiled to myself seeing her slide a kitchen chair over to the refrigerator. She climbed up and inspected it.
She then wiped her fingers along the back side of it. Then looks down on me showing the dark filth on the white gloved fingers.
I clenched my jaw preparing my self for the switch.
Ruth Ann didn’t say anything she just climbed back down off the chair then took the gloves off.
She then stands over me.
“ If you ever do anything that hurts my boy!…The next ass whipping you get will be much worse. “
She lowers her hands towards me. I reach up taking her hands into mine she pulls slightly helping me to my feet.
We stand there looking at one another holding hands.
“ You’re gonna go away for a long time. And I might not be here when you come back. So I want to welcome you to the family. “
With tears in both our eyes we then embrace lovingly.
How this little woman gave me the ass whipping she did I’ll never know. In my arms her body felt so weak and frail. Mostly just skin and bone. Her thin skin was bruised and she truly looked sickly.
As I was working I heard her cough often then go outside to clear her throat and spit.
So I sort of got the feeling that she might not be around much longer.
I then squatted and gently lowered the handles to the ground so Ruth Ann wouldn’t be suddenly dropped.
For you new pony girls just so you know, you just don’t stop and drop the sulky you gently lower it. Otherwise you might get a whipped ass.
Or in my case get another whipped ass.
But just as I let the handles go from under the porch this vicious dog charges me barking his head off.
I jump back barely far enough that the logging chain hooked to his collar snapped him back.
With lightning fast speed Ruth Ann was out of the carriage with switch in hand, she grabbed the dog by the collar and whips his ass.
He lets out some painful yelps. When let go he retreats back under the porch to start licking his wounds.
I look back and down at my own wounded ass sort of wishing that I could do the same.
“ Sorry about that he smells your slave stink. “
With that said and once again in front of the entire family Ruth Ann bent me over the railing of the upcoming steps that went up to the porch.
And with my tits hanging I could just feel Red and Jack checking me out.
As Ruth Ann again shoved her fingers up me.
Though as embarrassing as this sounds in actuality I was getting turned on my cunt was soaking in my juices of arousal my nipples erect and sensitive.
“ Hey you care if I fuck that slave! “
A boys voice yells out from the road.
Everyone turns to look towards the parked car that was full of young punks.
Jack takes a few steps towards them. Then the driver stomps the accelerator and they take off.
Big Jack is sort of an intimidating figure standing at 6’8 and 250 pounds.
It’s not smart to piss him off.
Ruth Ann then pulled her fingers from my soaking snatch then made me sniff my own slave stink.
“ See there…Takes more than a bath and some clothes to make that stink go away.
She then smacked my ass again.
“ Get up them stairs you got work to do! “
Through the back door and into the kitchen we walked.
On the table Ruth Ann had cooked up some fried chicken fried taters fried okra. Then there was a big pot of butter beans and a large plate of corn bread.
Then of course to drink was a large pitcher of sweet tea.
Everyone gathered around the table except me. It’s my place to stand and serve you know?
Yeah I’ve been here before I know what to do.
So I fill everyone’s plates and pour the sweet tea.
Whenever someone raised and shook there glass. I’d be right there with a refill.
I though did fill my own plate and glass being that there was a place for me to sit at the table. Though I didn’t dare ask to do so.
After all I’m a slave that knows her place.
My stomach growls of hunger smelling that fried chicken and watching everyone enjoy it.
My hope was that when the family finished I’d be allowed to eat.
But unfortunately I was wrong about that to.
When everyone was full as ticks Ruth Ann invited them into her den for a drink.
She had a fully stocked liquor cabinet.
Richard then brought out this box of high end Cuban cigars.
Which they all lit up as they enjoyed their spirits.
I though didn’t get any of that either.
Ruth Ann comes back into the kitchen. I hoped she was gonna give me permission to eat since she did see me eying my plate hungering for it.
“ Dogs got to eat!…Take that out and scrape it out for the dog. “
I just nodded and proceeded to do as I was told.
Walking outside with the plate so tempted I was to pick up that chicken leg to chew into it and enjoy but my instincts told me I was being tested.
I raked the plate off into the yard and out come that damn dog again gobbling up my plate of food.
My instincts proved to be right as I turned back towards the house I saw Ruth Ann watching me through the window.
I come back into the kitchen Ruth Ann looks at me then around the kitchen.
“ You know what to do! Get busy! “
She then lit up her cigar and walked into the den to join the rest of the family.
And I jumped right into action knowing exactly where my place was.
Wasn’t no leftovers so didn’t get to sneak a bite of anything.
Plates got scraped into the garbage. Dishes pots and pans got washed dried and put away. Table and stove got wiped down.
This might be good enough for the norm. But in my case being a slave and to you young slaves out there reading this. If faced with a situation similar the key thing here is to keep busy.
Unless the job is done don’t never let the master or mistress catch you doing nothing.
So I found the cleaning stuff and I swept mopped then wiped down the refrigerator including the top of it. Then I found the Pledge and a dust cloth. And started dusting all the woodwork.
These old houses got all that paneling shit in them for walls so there is lots to dust.
When finished I made sure I dotted my I’s and crossed my T’s.
When I was satisfied that I’d done all that I could I then knelt bowed my head and rested my hands on my thighs palms up of course. I then closed my eyes to relax and wait.
I didn’t have to wait long Ruth Ann comes in looking around.
She doesn’t give me praise verbally.
If your a slave and think your gonna get that, you may as well forget that shit cause it ain’t happening.
I l knew though that she was impressed when I saw her look up at the glass light fixture and seen that it had been cleaned. Before it had about 5 dead flies laying in it.
From a drawer she took out some white gloves put them on. I watched her go around the room looking for shit that I missed.
I smiled to myself seeing her slide a kitchen chair over to the refrigerator. She climbed up and inspected it.
She then wiped her fingers along the back side of it. Then looks down on me showing the dark filth on the white gloved fingers.
I clenched my jaw preparing my self for the switch.
Ruth Ann didn’t say anything she just climbed back down off the chair then took the gloves off.
She then stands over me.
“ If you ever do anything that hurts my boy!…The next ass whipping you get will be much worse. “
She lowers her hands towards me. I reach up taking her hands into mine she pulls slightly helping me to my feet.
We stand there looking at one another holding hands.
“ You’re gonna go away for a long time. And I might not be here when you come back. So I want to welcome you to the family. “
With tears in both our eyes we then embrace lovingly.
How this little woman gave me the ass whipping she did I’ll never know. In my arms her body felt so weak and frail. Mostly just skin and bone. Her thin skin was bruised and she truly looked sickly.
As I was working I heard her cough often then go outside to clear her throat and spit.
So I sort of got the feeling that she might not be around much longer.
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
It's damn hard for those pleasure sluts to lose their slave stink. It just kinda lingers, never really going away. Nice chapter.
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
For some reason Ruth Ann relaxed her rules and allowed me through the living room and out the front door.
From the flick of a switch the front porch and yard instantly lit up against the dark sky.
The porch to me felt like a stage as I walked out onto it.
“ My audience awaits me. “
I said to myself looking out into the darkness beyond the lit up yard.
“ Where are them damn teenage boys at? “
I said to myself as I slowly walked down the stairs. Wishing so bad someone would drive by and notice me. My body moves elegantly with ease. My breasts jiggle and bounce freely.
I’ve not been dressed long enough to develop the shame that free women are cursed with when it comes to nudity.
Cheryl looks down at my bare feet as I stand on the graveled driveway comfortably. I see her jaws clench as I freely move about with ease picking up my dress to put on.
For my undies and shoes I saw no need to put them back on.
I mean Ruth Ann spoiled my surprise for Red by revealing me in my sexy lingerie in front of him.
So I’ll just dress up for him another time.
I got into the car my shoes and undies rested in my
lap.
Red and Cheryl couldn’t stop apologizing about there mother’s behavior.
Both swore to me they’d never seen anything like it. That’s when I questioned them both together. If there mother had a slave in the past?
Both denied it so I then asked an obvious question.
“ If she’d never owned slaves?….Why was there a carriage like a pony girl would pull around.
I got this question back.
“ Pony girl?….Whats that? “
In a way I was feeling that I was being played. And in a way felt insulted.
“ Yeah I know I the dumb slave girl. But I’m not that dumb. “
They’re reasoning behind having the carriage was that it was a prop for a junior high school play.
Now if I was educated and knew things that I probably should know. I would have asked about the play.
But I pondered the answer and sort of figured it possibly might be true and let it go.
By this point I was starving anyway so Red took me to a small diner for something to eat.
“ Put your shoes on Deb. “
Cheryl said to me from the back seat.
Again she pointed to a sign that was on the door.
No shoes no service.
“ What’s that all about? “
I asked curiously.
“ Probably heath department regulations. “
Jack said from the back seat.
“ Where is the sign that says slaves must use the back door? “
I asked sarcastically.
Both Red and Cheryl shrugged their shoulders.
Neither of them had seen that one.
“ That’s probably something y’all’s momma just made up. “
Jack said just to add to the conversation.
Im finding out that it really sucks not knowing how to read. And I’m glad I’ve got Cheryl to point these rules for society out for me.
Me and Red go inside and up to the counter. From a booth I hear a group of giggling teenage boys pointing me out.
Yes it was the same ones in the car earlier.
One of them even whistles at me.
I instantly got horny as Hell. And though I was dressed I loved being the main topic of conversation
About how each one of them would fuck my brains out.
If the opportunity arose I would have done it with every one of them right there on the table.
Red ordered me a cheese burger onion rings and a vanilla milkshake.
As I walked out I sucked the milkshake through the straw just as seductively as I’d suck a cock. And I did it as I slowly passed them teenage boys. I even gave them that slutty little walk that Cheryl taught me. Swaying my ass from side to side as my high heels clicked loudly as I walked out feeling every man’s gaze in the room all on me felt intoxicatingly powerful.
Little by little I was learning to be the woman I’d become in the future.
From the flick of a switch the front porch and yard instantly lit up against the dark sky.
The porch to me felt like a stage as I walked out onto it.
“ My audience awaits me. “
I said to myself looking out into the darkness beyond the lit up yard.
“ Where are them damn teenage boys at? “
I said to myself as I slowly walked down the stairs. Wishing so bad someone would drive by and notice me. My body moves elegantly with ease. My breasts jiggle and bounce freely.
I’ve not been dressed long enough to develop the shame that free women are cursed with when it comes to nudity.
Cheryl looks down at my bare feet as I stand on the graveled driveway comfortably. I see her jaws clench as I freely move about with ease picking up my dress to put on.
For my undies and shoes I saw no need to put them back on.
I mean Ruth Ann spoiled my surprise for Red by revealing me in my sexy lingerie in front of him.
So I’ll just dress up for him another time.
I got into the car my shoes and undies rested in my
lap.
Red and Cheryl couldn’t stop apologizing about there mother’s behavior.
Both swore to me they’d never seen anything like it. That’s when I questioned them both together. If there mother had a slave in the past?
Both denied it so I then asked an obvious question.
“ If she’d never owned slaves?….Why was there a carriage like a pony girl would pull around.
I got this question back.
“ Pony girl?….Whats that? “
In a way I was feeling that I was being played. And in a way felt insulted.
“ Yeah I know I the dumb slave girl. But I’m not that dumb. “
They’re reasoning behind having the carriage was that it was a prop for a junior high school play.
Now if I was educated and knew things that I probably should know. I would have asked about the play.
But I pondered the answer and sort of figured it possibly might be true and let it go.
By this point I was starving anyway so Red took me to a small diner for something to eat.
“ Put your shoes on Deb. “
Cheryl said to me from the back seat.
Again she pointed to a sign that was on the door.
No shoes no service.
“ What’s that all about? “
I asked curiously.
“ Probably heath department regulations. “
Jack said from the back seat.
“ Where is the sign that says slaves must use the back door? “
I asked sarcastically.
Both Red and Cheryl shrugged their shoulders.
Neither of them had seen that one.
“ That’s probably something y’all’s momma just made up. “
Jack said just to add to the conversation.
Im finding out that it really sucks not knowing how to read. And I’m glad I’ve got Cheryl to point these rules for society out for me.
Me and Red go inside and up to the counter. From a booth I hear a group of giggling teenage boys pointing me out.
Yes it was the same ones in the car earlier.
One of them even whistles at me.
I instantly got horny as Hell. And though I was dressed I loved being the main topic of conversation
About how each one of them would fuck my brains out.
If the opportunity arose I would have done it with every one of them right there on the table.
Red ordered me a cheese burger onion rings and a vanilla milkshake.
As I walked out I sucked the milkshake through the straw just as seductively as I’d suck a cock. And I did it as I slowly passed them teenage boys. I even gave them that slutty little walk that Cheryl taught me. Swaying my ass from side to side as my high heels clicked loudly as I walked out feeling every man’s gaze in the room all on me felt intoxicatingly powerful.
Little by little I was learning to be the woman I’d become in the future.
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
The Barber shop cunt shave
By this point me and Red was just a day away from starting our journey across country to California.
Red thought it was necessary that he go to the barber shop to get him a fresh crisp high and tight. He for sure didn’t want to show up on base looking like some damn hippie.
Now long hair like a hippie might be exaggerating things but Red could use a trim just as I could.
Yeah I have to admit portraying myself as a free woman over the days of dressing myself as a free woman I’ve also got lazy like free women are about the hygiene of their cunts.
I fought back the urge to scratch myself in public. Yeah the hair is growing back and it’s starting to itch.
So I accompanied Red to the barber shop. Red introduces me and shows me off proudly to the men gathered around.
That’s kind of how barber shops are it’s a place where men meet up and talk. I sit there next to Red crossing my sexy stocking legs in front of the men in the room.
I studied the menu above of hairstyles. Luckily besides words they used pictures. But the last one didn’t show a man’s hairstyle it showed a woman’s cunt.
I nudged Reds arm with my elbow.
“ What’s that one up there? “
I pointed it out in a whisper.
“ That’s a slave cunt shave. “
“ I want one. “
Red looked up towards the barber.
“ Floyd my lady wants a number 10. “
Silence fills the room as every man turned to look at me all with shocked expressions.
Floy’d hurried up to finish the customer he was working on. Though the rest of the men was all lined up. Everyone insisted that I go ahead of them.
That in itself showed me that the woman in society again has power over the men.
Everyone watched me stand from my chair to make my way to the barbers chair.
“ Rules say for a woman to get a number 10 requires that the woman be slave naked. “
Floyd said as he reached for his straight razor. He dropped a few drops of oil onto a sharpening stone then glides the razor across it as I faced the group of men and started to undress myself.
My heart pounds with anticipation as my dress falls to my feet. Without hesitation I take off my bra as if it was nothing.
I wore my thong over my garters just as Cheryl taught me. That’s because panties get in the way and it’s a woman’s place to make a man’s life easier by getting to her cunt.
In the case of a spontaneous dressed affair in a public setting. The thong could either be easily slipped aside or just slipped off or either ripped away.
All of which in time I would enjoy all three options in the future.
But in this case slave naked was required. And I was loving the process of stripping down in front of the men.
Now I’m no idiot I keep my branded ass facing the back wall as I strip out of my high heels and sexy undies.
The cool tiled floor feels good to my bare feet. The leather of the chair feels good to my ass as I sit down.
Floyd with his foot jacks up my chair and leans me back. Looking upwards I watch the ceiling fan spin around and around. I take in the smell of after shave and cigarette smoke as Floyd lights one up before lathering me up.
I’m instantly turned on by his touch. Within time I can feel the leather of the chair moistened as my cunt juices leak right out of me.
The cigarette dangling from Floyd’s lips as he confidently slides that razor along my cunt.
He shaves me smoothly with confidence. He’ll often stop and study his next move. Almost like an arbor standing back studying the tree or bush on where to make that next cut.
He flicks the cigarette ash from his cigarette puts it back into his lips and proceeded to shave me. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was at that moment. There is just something special about being slave naked in the presence of men.
It’s a feeling like no other.
About that time two uniformed county deputies walks in. It was Buford and Bubba. They’d seen me through the windows and decided to come in for a closer look.
“ Damn look at her!…Red this your woman? “
Buford asks.
“ Yes sir! “
Red responded with a beaming smile.
By this point Floyd was through with my cunt. I just lay back in the chair as both deputies take turns groping my tits and sliding there fingers up me.
They sniff there fingers taking in my slave stink.
When all of a sudden one of the patrons of the barber shop asks.
“ Have y’all found that damn slave yet? “
“ No she’s probably long gone by now. “
Buford said just before sucking my juices from his fingers.
“ Hell it’s old man Parker’s fault! He didn’t have a collar on her. “
“ My neighbors daughter was upset cause somebody stole her dress right off the clothes line. “
One of the other men said.
I gulped with nervousness as mine and Reds eyes met.
“ Yeah stolen dress I’m guilty of that! “
I closed my eyes imagining myself still wearing that cotton flower printed dress along with my sexy stockings and my fuck me heels standing for a police line up, and being pointed out by the woman.
“ That’s my dress! “
And even though it’s me the runaway slave right there in the barbers chair. These two country bumpkins don’t even question it.
My fantasy plays out in my head as Bubba and Buford tells me to strip.
My right hand reached for my cunt. Everyone in the barber shop watched me masturbate my body tensed my feet pressed against the footrest of the chair my body quivers as I come hard soaking my hand and the chair beneath me.
I open my eyes and look out to see all the men looking back at me.
Police radio beeps from outside. Both deputies run outside to answer the call. They take off in hot pursuit to back up two more units chasing down someone running whiskey.
Yeah moonshine is still a thing at the time, just like slaves running away.
Sometimes I think though they get more worked up about chasing the moonshiners than they do the slaves.
Anyway that’s crime in small towns around the south at the time I suppose.
“ Honey is that close enough? “
Floyd asks me.
I look down and inspect myself then give him a smile and a nod.
He then lowered the chair I then get myself dressed and trade places with Red. So he can get his high and tight.
The conversation drifts from everyone’s attention being on me and more towards hunting and fishing cause that’s what men do in the south.
By listening to them I leaned to feed the deer year round and you won’t even have to leave your yard to go hunting.
A decade later I put that theory into practice when I moved back from California.
Many times I’d have my deep freeze stocked all the way until the following hunting season with deer. They just come up into my yard as if they were begging to get shot.
Red looked handsome with his fresh high and tight I anxiously waited to see him in his uniform again.
A uniformed man just turns me on so much.
Red couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. We got in the truck and he drove around back into the alley behind the stores and fucked my brains out making me come yet another time.
I love it when he leaves it in feeling him blast away filling me with his seed.
He left it in there breeding me my cunt gripping his cock as if I was craving his cum in which I was.
Later after I’d stand and walk about wherever we go in public I’d wonder does anyone know what we just did? Or would they even care?
I’d feel his seed leak out of me, run down my thigh and gather around the lacy top of my stockings.
I’d feel like a dirty whore and was loving every second of it.
By this point me and Red was just a day away from starting our journey across country to California.
Red thought it was necessary that he go to the barber shop to get him a fresh crisp high and tight. He for sure didn’t want to show up on base looking like some damn hippie.
Now long hair like a hippie might be exaggerating things but Red could use a trim just as I could.
Yeah I have to admit portraying myself as a free woman over the days of dressing myself as a free woman I’ve also got lazy like free women are about the hygiene of their cunts.
I fought back the urge to scratch myself in public. Yeah the hair is growing back and it’s starting to itch.
So I accompanied Red to the barber shop. Red introduces me and shows me off proudly to the men gathered around.
That’s kind of how barber shops are it’s a place where men meet up and talk. I sit there next to Red crossing my sexy stocking legs in front of the men in the room.
I studied the menu above of hairstyles. Luckily besides words they used pictures. But the last one didn’t show a man’s hairstyle it showed a woman’s cunt.
I nudged Reds arm with my elbow.
“ What’s that one up there? “
I pointed it out in a whisper.
“ That’s a slave cunt shave. “
“ I want one. “
Red looked up towards the barber.
“ Floyd my lady wants a number 10. “
Silence fills the room as every man turned to look at me all with shocked expressions.
Floy’d hurried up to finish the customer he was working on. Though the rest of the men was all lined up. Everyone insisted that I go ahead of them.
That in itself showed me that the woman in society again has power over the men.
Everyone watched me stand from my chair to make my way to the barbers chair.
“ Rules say for a woman to get a number 10 requires that the woman be slave naked. “
Floyd said as he reached for his straight razor. He dropped a few drops of oil onto a sharpening stone then glides the razor across it as I faced the group of men and started to undress myself.
My heart pounds with anticipation as my dress falls to my feet. Without hesitation I take off my bra as if it was nothing.
I wore my thong over my garters just as Cheryl taught me. That’s because panties get in the way and it’s a woman’s place to make a man’s life easier by getting to her cunt.
In the case of a spontaneous dressed affair in a public setting. The thong could either be easily slipped aside or just slipped off or either ripped away.
All of which in time I would enjoy all three options in the future.
But in this case slave naked was required. And I was loving the process of stripping down in front of the men.
Now I’m no idiot I keep my branded ass facing the back wall as I strip out of my high heels and sexy undies.
The cool tiled floor feels good to my bare feet. The leather of the chair feels good to my ass as I sit down.
Floyd with his foot jacks up my chair and leans me back. Looking upwards I watch the ceiling fan spin around and around. I take in the smell of after shave and cigarette smoke as Floyd lights one up before lathering me up.
I’m instantly turned on by his touch. Within time I can feel the leather of the chair moistened as my cunt juices leak right out of me.
The cigarette dangling from Floyd’s lips as he confidently slides that razor along my cunt.
He shaves me smoothly with confidence. He’ll often stop and study his next move. Almost like an arbor standing back studying the tree or bush on where to make that next cut.
He flicks the cigarette ash from his cigarette puts it back into his lips and proceeded to shave me. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was at that moment. There is just something special about being slave naked in the presence of men.
It’s a feeling like no other.
About that time two uniformed county deputies walks in. It was Buford and Bubba. They’d seen me through the windows and decided to come in for a closer look.
“ Damn look at her!…Red this your woman? “
Buford asks.
“ Yes sir! “
Red responded with a beaming smile.
By this point Floyd was through with my cunt. I just lay back in the chair as both deputies take turns groping my tits and sliding there fingers up me.
They sniff there fingers taking in my slave stink.
When all of a sudden one of the patrons of the barber shop asks.
“ Have y’all found that damn slave yet? “
“ No she’s probably long gone by now. “
Buford said just before sucking my juices from his fingers.
“ Hell it’s old man Parker’s fault! He didn’t have a collar on her. “
“ My neighbors daughter was upset cause somebody stole her dress right off the clothes line. “
One of the other men said.
I gulped with nervousness as mine and Reds eyes met.
“ Yeah stolen dress I’m guilty of that! “
I closed my eyes imagining myself still wearing that cotton flower printed dress along with my sexy stockings and my fuck me heels standing for a police line up, and being pointed out by the woman.
“ That’s my dress! “
And even though it’s me the runaway slave right there in the barbers chair. These two country bumpkins don’t even question it.
My fantasy plays out in my head as Bubba and Buford tells me to strip.
My right hand reached for my cunt. Everyone in the barber shop watched me masturbate my body tensed my feet pressed against the footrest of the chair my body quivers as I come hard soaking my hand and the chair beneath me.
I open my eyes and look out to see all the men looking back at me.
Police radio beeps from outside. Both deputies run outside to answer the call. They take off in hot pursuit to back up two more units chasing down someone running whiskey.
Yeah moonshine is still a thing at the time, just like slaves running away.
Sometimes I think though they get more worked up about chasing the moonshiners than they do the slaves.
Anyway that’s crime in small towns around the south at the time I suppose.
“ Honey is that close enough? “
Floyd asks me.
I look down and inspect myself then give him a smile and a nod.
He then lowered the chair I then get myself dressed and trade places with Red. So he can get his high and tight.
The conversation drifts from everyone’s attention being on me and more towards hunting and fishing cause that’s what men do in the south.
By listening to them I leaned to feed the deer year round and you won’t even have to leave your yard to go hunting.
A decade later I put that theory into practice when I moved back from California.
Many times I’d have my deep freeze stocked all the way until the following hunting season with deer. They just come up into my yard as if they were begging to get shot.
Red looked handsome with his fresh high and tight I anxiously waited to see him in his uniform again.
A uniformed man just turns me on so much.
Red couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. We got in the truck and he drove around back into the alley behind the stores and fucked my brains out making me come yet another time.
I love it when he leaves it in feeling him blast away filling me with his seed.
He left it in there breeding me my cunt gripping his cock as if I was craving his cum in which I was.
Later after I’d stand and walk about wherever we go in public I’d wonder does anyone know what we just did? Or would they even care?
I’d feel his seed leak out of me, run down my thigh and gather around the lacy top of my stockings.
I’d feel like a dirty whore and was loving every second of it.
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
Our last day together.
I was scared to death about what I was gonna do without Cheryl.
Within just a few weeks she’d be officially my sister in law, whenever and wherever me and Red decide to tie the knot so to speak.
Not only that she was my best and only friend along with my mentor. She’d taught me so much and I had so much to learn as far as being free goes.
We would be over 2,000 miles apart from one another. I heard it was expensive to call someone long distance on the phone.
And they say they communicate mostly by letters through the mail.
That’s all fine and good but I don’t know how to read or write? Yes I’m motivated to learn, cause Cheryl says when Red goes over seas to Vietnam that will be our only way to communicate.
Cheryl had a box of letters that her and Jack wrote back and forth to one another while he was over there.
She red some of them to me. Most seemed to just described whatever they were doing at the time. But some were so sweet and romantic expressing each other’s love for one another. Some were poetically beautiful.
You look at someone as ruggedly built like Jack at 6’8 250LBS to be able to write such beautiful letters. It’s as if he was an artist with an ink pen.
Could Red write me letters like Cheryl was describing?…Would I cherish them for the rest of my life? The way she cherishes hers?
Only time would tell. But learning how to and writing was on top of my agenda as soon as we get settled in California.
As we watched the noon time news together she gets real serious with me.
“ I don’t want you to dwell on it. But keep it in the back of your mind that he might not come back. “
Oh my life would be over! I thought to myself. Here’s the man I’m gonna marry and I have to keep in mind that he might not come back to me.
“ It’s pure Hell being a soldiers wife. You’ll learn things you’ll wish you didn’t. And they’ll be signs when you know it’s happened. “
In the passing years I’d learn exactly what Cheryl meant by what she said.
It wasn’t long after Red shipped out I saw the horrific scene play out in my own apartment complex.
I can remember it as if it happened yesterday. I’d just come down the stairs to take a load of clothes to the laundry room. With my clothes basket in my hands just 20 yards or so away I saw two military men in there dress uniforms, knocking on the apartment door. A woman answered I could hear babies crying from within the apartment. One of the soldiers red from what looked like a cue card. He red it as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times.
He hands her a letter she falls to her knees as the men walk away.
She cries hysterically. I dropped my laundry basket and ran to her. I took this grieving widow that I didn’t even know in to my arms we cry together.
I desperately try to comfort her.
In this situation saying I’m sorry just doesn’t get it.
This woman’s life is wrecked and this is exactly what Cheryl is trying to prepare me for.
On that last day together I’d ask Cheryl.
“ Is there any way that Red would leave the Marines? “
Being the wife that he loves you would think he’d want to protect me from the scene I just described.
Cheryl’s response was simple and to the point.
“ No Red will never leave the Marines. “
“ But Jack left the Marines? “
“ Yes but Jack is different from Red he was drafted meaning that he was required to go by our government. He did his duty proudly and came home to me. Red loves the Marines and he loves to fight. “
“ Loves to fight? “
I was dumbfounded by hearing those words. Watching the war on Tv who could love that shit? They’re killing each other.
On Tv again I’d stumble across boxing or wrestling from time to time I assumed it was just a man thing. And luckily I’d never see Red in a fight. That was a side of him that I never saw.
But years later I would see it in one of my daughters. The temper so short that just anything could set her off and she was like a package of dynamite when it goes off.
Later on after moving back to Mississippi Cheryl went with me up to the elementary school where Misty got into her first fight.
After listening to the principal tell us all about what happened and how shocked she was at how shy and timid Misty was that she’d be the one to snap and beat somebody up. Of course she was provoked into it but still everyone was surprised except Cheryl.
Cheryl looked me in the eye.
“ Misty’s just like her daddy was. She loves to fight and you may as well get used to it. “
I knew then what Cheryl meant when she told me that about Red years ago.
One thing was for certain my daughter was not gonna join the Marines or any other branch of the service. I was definitely gonna put my foot down about that. Thankfully I never had to worry about that.
That night we ate dinner together one last time as a family.
Cheryl gave me one of her suitcases and helped me pack the few things that I had accumulated over the past month.
We went to bed early cause Red wanted to leave early. But no way did I sleep. We both wore each other out having sex I’d then just nap a little as I lay my head across his strong chest. I’d feel him run his fingers through my hair.
At 3:30 I was awakened by the smell of coffee and cigarettes. I get up and dress myself then join the others in the kitchen.
Ruth Ann and Richard come over they of course want to see us off. She packed us up lots of biscuits and sandwiches for the ride.
It was a tearful good bye. As we all hugged one another. And even though I hadn’t gotten over my whipped ass yet. I still loved the woman that whipped me.
Me and Cheryl hugged each other last.
“ It’s gonna be a while but we will see each other again I promise. “
Cheryl said to me as we broke our embrace from one another.
I then got into the truck with Red and we drove away leaving the Delta for what I sort of hoped would be the last time.
I was scared to death about what I was gonna do without Cheryl.
Within just a few weeks she’d be officially my sister in law, whenever and wherever me and Red decide to tie the knot so to speak.
Not only that she was my best and only friend along with my mentor. She’d taught me so much and I had so much to learn as far as being free goes.
We would be over 2,000 miles apart from one another. I heard it was expensive to call someone long distance on the phone.
And they say they communicate mostly by letters through the mail.
That’s all fine and good but I don’t know how to read or write? Yes I’m motivated to learn, cause Cheryl says when Red goes over seas to Vietnam that will be our only way to communicate.
Cheryl had a box of letters that her and Jack wrote back and forth to one another while he was over there.
She red some of them to me. Most seemed to just described whatever they were doing at the time. But some were so sweet and romantic expressing each other’s love for one another. Some were poetically beautiful.
You look at someone as ruggedly built like Jack at 6’8 250LBS to be able to write such beautiful letters. It’s as if he was an artist with an ink pen.
Could Red write me letters like Cheryl was describing?…Would I cherish them for the rest of my life? The way she cherishes hers?
Only time would tell. But learning how to and writing was on top of my agenda as soon as we get settled in California.
As we watched the noon time news together she gets real serious with me.
“ I don’t want you to dwell on it. But keep it in the back of your mind that he might not come back. “
Oh my life would be over! I thought to myself. Here’s the man I’m gonna marry and I have to keep in mind that he might not come back to me.
“ It’s pure Hell being a soldiers wife. You’ll learn things you’ll wish you didn’t. And they’ll be signs when you know it’s happened. “
In the passing years I’d learn exactly what Cheryl meant by what she said.
It wasn’t long after Red shipped out I saw the horrific scene play out in my own apartment complex.
I can remember it as if it happened yesterday. I’d just come down the stairs to take a load of clothes to the laundry room. With my clothes basket in my hands just 20 yards or so away I saw two military men in there dress uniforms, knocking on the apartment door. A woman answered I could hear babies crying from within the apartment. One of the soldiers red from what looked like a cue card. He red it as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times.
He hands her a letter she falls to her knees as the men walk away.
She cries hysterically. I dropped my laundry basket and ran to her. I took this grieving widow that I didn’t even know in to my arms we cry together.
I desperately try to comfort her.
In this situation saying I’m sorry just doesn’t get it.
This woman’s life is wrecked and this is exactly what Cheryl is trying to prepare me for.
On that last day together I’d ask Cheryl.
“ Is there any way that Red would leave the Marines? “
Being the wife that he loves you would think he’d want to protect me from the scene I just described.
Cheryl’s response was simple and to the point.
“ No Red will never leave the Marines. “
“ But Jack left the Marines? “
“ Yes but Jack is different from Red he was drafted meaning that he was required to go by our government. He did his duty proudly and came home to me. Red loves the Marines and he loves to fight. “
“ Loves to fight? “
I was dumbfounded by hearing those words. Watching the war on Tv who could love that shit? They’re killing each other.
On Tv again I’d stumble across boxing or wrestling from time to time I assumed it was just a man thing. And luckily I’d never see Red in a fight. That was a side of him that I never saw.
But years later I would see it in one of my daughters. The temper so short that just anything could set her off and she was like a package of dynamite when it goes off.
Later on after moving back to Mississippi Cheryl went with me up to the elementary school where Misty got into her first fight.
After listening to the principal tell us all about what happened and how shocked she was at how shy and timid Misty was that she’d be the one to snap and beat somebody up. Of course she was provoked into it but still everyone was surprised except Cheryl.
Cheryl looked me in the eye.
“ Misty’s just like her daddy was. She loves to fight and you may as well get used to it. “
I knew then what Cheryl meant when she told me that about Red years ago.
One thing was for certain my daughter was not gonna join the Marines or any other branch of the service. I was definitely gonna put my foot down about that. Thankfully I never had to worry about that.
That night we ate dinner together one last time as a family.
Cheryl gave me one of her suitcases and helped me pack the few things that I had accumulated over the past month.
We went to bed early cause Red wanted to leave early. But no way did I sleep. We both wore each other out having sex I’d then just nap a little as I lay my head across his strong chest. I’d feel him run his fingers through my hair.
At 3:30 I was awakened by the smell of coffee and cigarettes. I get up and dress myself then join the others in the kitchen.
Ruth Ann and Richard come over they of course want to see us off. She packed us up lots of biscuits and sandwiches for the ride.
It was a tearful good bye. As we all hugged one another. And even though I hadn’t gotten over my whipped ass yet. I still loved the woman that whipped me.
Me and Cheryl hugged each other last.
“ It’s gonna be a while but we will see each other again I promise. “
Cheryl said to me as we broke our embrace from one another.
I then got into the truck with Red and we drove away leaving the Delta for what I sort of hoped would be the last time.