Continuing from The Runaway Slave.
Red got up to speed on California slave laws when it came to slave wife’s.
The law states that the wife/slave can be naked in public if collard and at her husband or owners side.
Collard naked slaves otherwise would be referred to as Free Use slaves. Meaning they were open for public use.
Red sort of laid down the law to me. Meaning that I could only be slave naked when he was with me.
He just hadn’t got to that point yet that he was willing to share my holes with other men.
But I was cool with it. Being slave naked in public with your husband at the restaurant movie theater or going shopping is an experience like no other. I loved every second of it.
A few weeks later Red surprised me by bringing his CO Drake home with him.
As usual I was collared naked on my knees waiting when the door opened.
Surprised I was looking up to my husband for directions.
“ Suck Drakes cock! “
Red said demanding tone.
I didn’t hesitate to satisfy and please this man.
In our living room I had my first MFM three way. Having a dick in your ass and cunt at the same time was amazing.
I was learning quickly that I just wasn’t a size queen but also a cum dumpster.
And this three way wasn’t the only one in the weeks that followed Red invited the men over that was in his squad and they brought there wives who also had collars like me.
Over time there was over a dozen of us. We called ourselves the swinging sex slave wife club. Yeah I learned swinging was a thing men sharing there wives with other men, and of course the women getting different cocks.
I’ve come to the belief that this is what true marriage is about. If married couples did things like this there would be far less divorces.
This is the main reason that after my husbands death I would never marry again cause I could never find a man that was open to this type of lifestyle.
This went on for several weeks getting fucked by different and multiple cocks making me com multiple times every night.
But as life goes the saying all good things must come to an end. And that end was with my husbands deployment orders.
It was sad we both she’d lots of tears. He said he’d be gone for just over a year. But that was gonna feel like an eternity for me. Then there was the dread that he might not come back.
A trying time it was gonna be especially for me.
Our only communication was by letters we’d write and I can’t read or write.
So I’d have to take the letters to the girl next door. She’d read them to me. She’d then hug and cry with me. As I broke down missing him so badly.
The California slave wife
Re: The California slave wife
The Educated Slave
The lady next door who red me my letters also got me to school that first night.
I walked into the classroom not knowing what to expect but when I laid eyes on the teacher behind the desk I was relieved to see she was wearing a collar. Though I was without my collar she saw right through me immediately she knew I was a slave and it was like fait that we met. She would be the one that would help me to the next level of free life.
Her name was Amanda. She spoke with an Appalachian accent. She was from the mountains of West Virginia like me she was a working slave. She spent her youth shoveling coal in the coal mines.
At the time she ran she jumped from a building into a slow moving westbound train car hauling coal. She explained it in a way that there was a network of people along the way that would help you with nightly shelter clothes food and directions making sure your on the next train or truck.
Just like me the further west you got the better chance of freedom you would have.
She was blonde and her paperwork she showed me said she was 40 years old but again like me she didn’t truly know.
When she stepped from behind her desk her legs and feet were always bare. She wore low heels or flats when she’d leave the classroom.
For myself I was barefoot I discovered these long bellbottom pants hid my feet well.
Cheryl would be furious about this cause free women are supposed to wear shoes.
The lady next door who red me my letters also got me to school that first night.
I walked into the classroom not knowing what to expect but when I laid eyes on the teacher behind the desk I was relieved to see she was wearing a collar. Though I was without my collar she saw right through me immediately she knew I was a slave and it was like fait that we met. She would be the one that would help me to the next level of free life.
Her name was Amanda. She spoke with an Appalachian accent. She was from the mountains of West Virginia like me she was a working slave. She spent her youth shoveling coal in the coal mines.
At the time she ran she jumped from a building into a slow moving westbound train car hauling coal. She explained it in a way that there was a network of people along the way that would help you with nightly shelter clothes food and directions making sure your on the next train or truck.
Just like me the further west you got the better chance of freedom you would have.
She was blonde and her paperwork she showed me said she was 40 years old but again like me she didn’t truly know.
When she stepped from behind her desk her legs and feet were always bare. She wore low heels or flats when she’d leave the classroom.
For myself I was barefoot I discovered these long bellbottom pants hid my feet well.
Cheryl would be furious about this cause free women are supposed to wear shoes.
Re: The California slave wife
Unfortunately for me though at the time I was the only slave currently in the class. In all there was 30 of us ranging in ages between late teens to senior citizens.
All had some degree of education. I learned it was common for people to drop out of school around 16. For all different kinds of reasons.
Some girls get pregnant.
Some people have one parent or disabled parents and have to go to work to support families.
Then there are some that are just punks and get kicked out.
But for myself I had no education and this was very intimidating.
Amanda assured me there was nothing to be ashamed of and she’d been right where I was at. She also had lots of former students that also were slaves and she got me in touch with some of them and they’d tutor me during the day, to help me get caught up a little.
Reading writing and math, just the basics.
I learned that former slaves are supposed to help slaves out as they or we move on with our journeys of freedom.
I was also motivated to learn so that helped to energize me to concentrate and not be distracted by stuff that shouldn’t be distracting me.
The class also went into other directions also social studies economics and history.
Of course slavery came up in the history class but not the slavery like I had experienced. Or maybe it was but it all was focused on the black people being freed after the Civil War.
At the point in time that I was in that class black people had only been freed just barely over a hundred years. So the black people in my class were descendants from those slaves.
Somehow in a moment of weakness I let it slip that I’d been a slave. They all looked at me with daggers in their eyes as if I was mocking them or something. They were suspicious of me anyway because of being from the south.
They just assumed that I was ignorant a bigot or racist because that’s what the entire country thinks of people from the south.
“ Shiiiiiit!….Damn white girl don’t know nothing about being a slave! “
That was the first insult hurled at me.
Amanda wore her slave collar all the time but they didn’t attack her they attacked me.
So I get up from my desk and go straight to the front next to Amanda’s desk.
She looks at me seeing the tears streaming down my face as I reach for the bottom of my shirt.
She placed her hand over mine.
“ Deborah you don’t have to do what I know you’re gonna do. “
I pushed her hand away then raised and took off my shirt.
I heard loud gasps of shock behind me. I then took off my pants and panties and heard more gasps.As they took in the sight of my branded ass.
I then wiped the tears from my face and confidently turned around to face them. Stepping out of my jeans and panties I walked slave naked back to my desk and I remained slave naked for the rest of the class.
I wanted them to see it for what it was. And it didn’t just happen to them but it was alive and well a hundred years later, happening to almost everybody else but them.
At least after that night they looked at me differently. Treated me maybe a little better but not really. I wasn’t asking for an apology and I wasn’t wanting sympathy. I’ve never thought of myself as a victim of it. It’s just something that happens that people have to come to grips with and move on.
After class I got dressed and Amanda asked me to follow her into the restroom.
“ You didn’t have to do what you did. But I’m glad you did it. They needed to see it. “
She then unbuttoned and slipped off her dress. Unhooked her bra and dropped it. Then slipped off her panties and turned away from me so I could see her back.
Her backside was just as hideous as mine was. We was one of the same just 20 something years apart.
She had a better looking brand than mine. She was branded by The Big Bear Coal company. And her brand had an outline of a big black bear.
“ You don’t know how many times I wanted to do what you just did tonight. It happens every quarter when a new class comes through.
Us slave girls don’t get the respect we deserve. “
I let that soak in for a moment as she dressed herself.
“ A slave is a slave. Slaves don’t get respect they get owned. “
Amanda looked at me and nods in agreement.
All had some degree of education. I learned it was common for people to drop out of school around 16. For all different kinds of reasons.
Some girls get pregnant.
Some people have one parent or disabled parents and have to go to work to support families.
Then there are some that are just punks and get kicked out.
But for myself I had no education and this was very intimidating.
Amanda assured me there was nothing to be ashamed of and she’d been right where I was at. She also had lots of former students that also were slaves and she got me in touch with some of them and they’d tutor me during the day, to help me get caught up a little.
Reading writing and math, just the basics.
I learned that former slaves are supposed to help slaves out as they or we move on with our journeys of freedom.
I was also motivated to learn so that helped to energize me to concentrate and not be distracted by stuff that shouldn’t be distracting me.
The class also went into other directions also social studies economics and history.
Of course slavery came up in the history class but not the slavery like I had experienced. Or maybe it was but it all was focused on the black people being freed after the Civil War.
At the point in time that I was in that class black people had only been freed just barely over a hundred years. So the black people in my class were descendants from those slaves.
Somehow in a moment of weakness I let it slip that I’d been a slave. They all looked at me with daggers in their eyes as if I was mocking them or something. They were suspicious of me anyway because of being from the south.
They just assumed that I was ignorant a bigot or racist because that’s what the entire country thinks of people from the south.
“ Shiiiiiit!….Damn white girl don’t know nothing about being a slave! “
That was the first insult hurled at me.
Amanda wore her slave collar all the time but they didn’t attack her they attacked me.
So I get up from my desk and go straight to the front next to Amanda’s desk.
She looks at me seeing the tears streaming down my face as I reach for the bottom of my shirt.
She placed her hand over mine.
“ Deborah you don’t have to do what I know you’re gonna do. “
I pushed her hand away then raised and took off my shirt.
I heard loud gasps of shock behind me. I then took off my pants and panties and heard more gasps.As they took in the sight of my branded ass.
I then wiped the tears from my face and confidently turned around to face them. Stepping out of my jeans and panties I walked slave naked back to my desk and I remained slave naked for the rest of the class.
I wanted them to see it for what it was. And it didn’t just happen to them but it was alive and well a hundred years later, happening to almost everybody else but them.
At least after that night they looked at me differently. Treated me maybe a little better but not really. I wasn’t asking for an apology and I wasn’t wanting sympathy. I’ve never thought of myself as a victim of it. It’s just something that happens that people have to come to grips with and move on.
After class I got dressed and Amanda asked me to follow her into the restroom.
“ You didn’t have to do what you did. But I’m glad you did it. They needed to see it. “
She then unbuttoned and slipped off her dress. Unhooked her bra and dropped it. Then slipped off her panties and turned away from me so I could see her back.
Her backside was just as hideous as mine was. We was one of the same just 20 something years apart.
She had a better looking brand than mine. She was branded by The Big Bear Coal company. And her brand had an outline of a big black bear.
“ You don’t know how many times I wanted to do what you just did tonight. It happens every quarter when a new class comes through.
Us slave girls don’t get the respect we deserve. “
I let that soak in for a moment as she dressed herself.
“ A slave is a slave. Slaves don’t get respect they get owned. “
Amanda looked at me and nods in agreement.
Re: The California slave wife
Amanda had me busy for days with my night classes homework and meeting with my tutors that helped me so much.
Finally I caught a break mid week on a Wednesday.
Red made me promise not to go out in my collar. I know it’s for my safety but it feels so right being around my neck.
Since Reds been gone I haven’t worn my shoes. And since leaving Mississippi I haven’t worn a bra. Naked I am curled up on the couch with nothing but the Tv to keep me company.
Morning news is on they showing these wild rebellious hippie women out burning there bras.
“ Interesting??? “
I said to myself as I took a draw from my cigarette. Encouraging it was to watch that.
But why don’t they rebel against all there clothes?
For myself I hated getting dressed but going in public bra less had a certain degree of freedom to it. I liked how people looked at me without my bra. It turns me on.
In my down time in my apartment I say slave naked and collard as I clean house. I discovered the vacuum cleaner in the closet and taught myself how to use it. It’s a pretty neat machine since the broom really doesn’t work well on carpet I discovered.
After vacuuming dusting mopping and washing the dishes I poured myself a glass of bourbon and took it with my pack of smokes out to the patio where I’d lay out on my lounge chair.
Looking across the courtyard I spotted a young shirt less man looking back towards me holding a pair of binoculars.
I went back inside to get Reds binoculars and looked back at him, discovering that he to was naked.
“ Nice cock! “
I said licking my lips.
We started masturbating while watching each other. This went on for a couple of weeks between us whenever we caught one another outside. And eventually by just watching one another we timed our orgasms together perfectly.
“ Oh my! He can really squirt! “
I said to myself wishing that I was there with him to take his load.
Then on another occasion I saw a woman walk out the sliding glass door catching him.
She yanks him back into the apartment I hear him screaming as she’s obviously whipping his ass probably with a belt.
I quickly make my own way back inside and peak out the curtains only to see the woman with the binoculars looking up down and all around for the woman that he was beating off to.
I figured that this was probably his mother. And I decided to lay low for a little while by not going back out there naked anyway.
I don’t want problems with my neighbors. But I’m sure that young stud could probably give me a good pounding if the opportunity arose.
Back at school on test night Tameka one of the black girls with her boyfriend Willie came in slightly late Tamika looks bad she was pregnant and obviously it wasn’t gonna be much longer.
But she seemed determined to take the test that Amanda had planned for us to take that night.
I could see the pain in her face as she groaned loudly. Everyone was concerned.
“ Tameka it’s okay you can make the test up later. “
Amanda said to her.
Her breathing was labored she started to pour sweat.
“ I think my water just broke. “
She tried to get out of her desk and fell to the floor holding her belly in pain.
Everyone starts panicking.
“ Go call the fire department! “
Amanda yells out to some of the students.
My instincts kicked in I had to help her. Obviously Amanda had some experience with this to we tried to
get her laid back on the floor.
Amanda reached under her dress and slid her hand up into her. I could see the look on Amanda’s face that this wasn’t good.
“ Let me see. “
I said as Amanda pulls her hand out of her womb.
I slipped my hand up inside of her.
“ It ain’t right! Baby ain’t gonna come out like this! “
“ What do you mean! “
Willie yells out in a panic.
“ It’s not head first! “
I said to him.
“ Is it breached? “
One of the other girls asked.
Amanda nods her head.
“ Can you turn it? “
Another girl asks.
I move my hand about examining it.
“ It’s to big!…Ain’t enough room. We gonna have to cut her! “
“ Can’t we wait for the fire department? “
This ain’t like today ain’t no 911 you got to find a phone book and work a rotary dial phone and hope somebody will answer.
They might be on a call or they might be on break but anyway they ain’t close by.
“ Deb do you know how to do it? “
Amanda asks.
I nod my head.
“ Boil some water!…Get me a knife bite stick and some cat gut! “
“ Cat gut???….Where are we gonna get that? “
Some dumb ass asked.
“ I can walk out of here in any direction and find a cat. Go find a cat and skin it and bring me its guts! “
Amanda has a better idea.
“ Go to the home economics and get her a needle and thread. “
A couple takes off to go get it.
“ Somebody go outside and find a firm stick that will fit her mouth! “
“ Need a razor to we need to shave her! “
Someone runs off to the drugstore down the street.
“ How about that knife??? “
I asked looking around at all the guys. Nobody had a knife.
WTF??? I thought to myself back home every man carries a knife. Case knife Buck knife Hunting knife. But here no one had one.
From a different class down the hall another young black guy comes in.
“ Will this work? “
He pushed a button and this sharp blade shoots out the end of it.
I jumped seeing it.
“ What’s that? “
“ It’s a switch blade for protection! “
That was the first I’d seen of that.
“ Take it to the cafeteria and put it in boiling water! “
Amanda yells.
Within minutes the bite stick shows up then the razor and shaving cream.
I get busy shaving her down, this is another good reason for women to keep there cunts clean.
Tameka was crying out in agony. Finally the needle thread and lots of clean towels and finally the pot of boiling water with the knife in it.
The bite stick is put in Tamika’s mouth.
“ You men gonna have to hold her! “
Amanda lifted her dress up so I could see. With one of the towels I got the hot knife from the boiling water.
Tameka’s eyes were wide with fear as she watched me take hold of the knife.
Willie was pacing the floor panicking looking out the window hoping to see the fire department coming.
“ Can’t we wait? “
He asked hysterically.
“ They both gonna die if we wait! “
The guys held her down one of the girls held her head wiping it with a wet washcloth.
With knife in hand I pleased the blade into her skin blood goes everywhere as I cut through her abdomen just above her cunt.
With the cut made I reach into her for the baby it’s limp and lifeless as I pull it out.
Amanda grabs it throwing it over her shoulder slapping it hard on the back it coughs chokes coughs some more then busts out crying after spitting up.
Everyone seems relieved as I quickly get busy sewing up her belly. I then carefully cut the umbilical cord and tie it off.
Just as we are handing Tameka her new baby boy the paramedics come rushing in.
They quickly load her up on a gurney to wheel her out.
“ Thank you Deb!…Thank you! “
She said to me as they rolled her away.
I was covered in blood I went to the restroom to wash up. Amanda found me another shirt to change into.
I put the shirt on and just slid down the tiled wall of the restroom into the floor and I cried like a baby.
Why is it me?…That finds myself in these positions? Yes child birth is a beautiful thing but it takes so much out of me.
Amanda gets on the floor with me we hug and cry together minutes later one of the other girls comes in.
“ The press is outside. They want to talk to y’all I think. “
Amanda sighs and we get up and wash our faces off and try to get ourselves together.
Yeah the news crew police and fire department all wanted statements from us.
The ER doctor also had questions noticing how the umbilical cord was tied off it wasn’t like a baby was supposed to be it looked more like something a vet would do or something from biblical times.
Unfortunately I ain’t perfect I mean ain’t never had no medical training before.
None the less all that was important was that the mother and baby was okay.
And the city gave me an award for being heroic.
I wasn’t asking for all the attention but I got it anyway.
Finally I caught a break mid week on a Wednesday.
Red made me promise not to go out in my collar. I know it’s for my safety but it feels so right being around my neck.
Since Reds been gone I haven’t worn my shoes. And since leaving Mississippi I haven’t worn a bra. Naked I am curled up on the couch with nothing but the Tv to keep me company.
Morning news is on they showing these wild rebellious hippie women out burning there bras.
“ Interesting??? “
I said to myself as I took a draw from my cigarette. Encouraging it was to watch that.
But why don’t they rebel against all there clothes?
For myself I hated getting dressed but going in public bra less had a certain degree of freedom to it. I liked how people looked at me without my bra. It turns me on.
In my down time in my apartment I say slave naked and collard as I clean house. I discovered the vacuum cleaner in the closet and taught myself how to use it. It’s a pretty neat machine since the broom really doesn’t work well on carpet I discovered.
After vacuuming dusting mopping and washing the dishes I poured myself a glass of bourbon and took it with my pack of smokes out to the patio where I’d lay out on my lounge chair.
Looking across the courtyard I spotted a young shirt less man looking back towards me holding a pair of binoculars.
I went back inside to get Reds binoculars and looked back at him, discovering that he to was naked.
“ Nice cock! “
I said licking my lips.
We started masturbating while watching each other. This went on for a couple of weeks between us whenever we caught one another outside. And eventually by just watching one another we timed our orgasms together perfectly.
“ Oh my! He can really squirt! “
I said to myself wishing that I was there with him to take his load.
Then on another occasion I saw a woman walk out the sliding glass door catching him.
She yanks him back into the apartment I hear him screaming as she’s obviously whipping his ass probably with a belt.
I quickly make my own way back inside and peak out the curtains only to see the woman with the binoculars looking up down and all around for the woman that he was beating off to.
I figured that this was probably his mother. And I decided to lay low for a little while by not going back out there naked anyway.
I don’t want problems with my neighbors. But I’m sure that young stud could probably give me a good pounding if the opportunity arose.
Back at school on test night Tameka one of the black girls with her boyfriend Willie came in slightly late Tamika looks bad she was pregnant and obviously it wasn’t gonna be much longer.
But she seemed determined to take the test that Amanda had planned for us to take that night.
I could see the pain in her face as she groaned loudly. Everyone was concerned.
“ Tameka it’s okay you can make the test up later. “
Amanda said to her.
Her breathing was labored she started to pour sweat.
“ I think my water just broke. “
She tried to get out of her desk and fell to the floor holding her belly in pain.
Everyone starts panicking.
“ Go call the fire department! “
Amanda yells out to some of the students.
My instincts kicked in I had to help her. Obviously Amanda had some experience with this to we tried to
get her laid back on the floor.
Amanda reached under her dress and slid her hand up into her. I could see the look on Amanda’s face that this wasn’t good.
“ Let me see. “
I said as Amanda pulls her hand out of her womb.
I slipped my hand up inside of her.
“ It ain’t right! Baby ain’t gonna come out like this! “
“ What do you mean! “
Willie yells out in a panic.
“ It’s not head first! “
I said to him.
“ Is it breached? “
One of the other girls asked.
Amanda nods her head.
“ Can you turn it? “
Another girl asks.
I move my hand about examining it.
“ It’s to big!…Ain’t enough room. We gonna have to cut her! “
“ Can’t we wait for the fire department? “
This ain’t like today ain’t no 911 you got to find a phone book and work a rotary dial phone and hope somebody will answer.
They might be on a call or they might be on break but anyway they ain’t close by.
“ Deb do you know how to do it? “
Amanda asks.
I nod my head.
“ Boil some water!…Get me a knife bite stick and some cat gut! “
“ Cat gut???….Where are we gonna get that? “
Some dumb ass asked.
“ I can walk out of here in any direction and find a cat. Go find a cat and skin it and bring me its guts! “
Amanda has a better idea.
“ Go to the home economics and get her a needle and thread. “
A couple takes off to go get it.
“ Somebody go outside and find a firm stick that will fit her mouth! “
“ Need a razor to we need to shave her! “
Someone runs off to the drugstore down the street.
“ How about that knife??? “
I asked looking around at all the guys. Nobody had a knife.
WTF??? I thought to myself back home every man carries a knife. Case knife Buck knife Hunting knife. But here no one had one.
From a different class down the hall another young black guy comes in.
“ Will this work? “
He pushed a button and this sharp blade shoots out the end of it.
I jumped seeing it.
“ What’s that? “
“ It’s a switch blade for protection! “
That was the first I’d seen of that.
“ Take it to the cafeteria and put it in boiling water! “
Amanda yells.
Within minutes the bite stick shows up then the razor and shaving cream.
I get busy shaving her down, this is another good reason for women to keep there cunts clean.
Tameka was crying out in agony. Finally the needle thread and lots of clean towels and finally the pot of boiling water with the knife in it.
The bite stick is put in Tamika’s mouth.
“ You men gonna have to hold her! “
Amanda lifted her dress up so I could see. With one of the towels I got the hot knife from the boiling water.
Tameka’s eyes were wide with fear as she watched me take hold of the knife.
Willie was pacing the floor panicking looking out the window hoping to see the fire department coming.
“ Can’t we wait? “
He asked hysterically.
“ They both gonna die if we wait! “
The guys held her down one of the girls held her head wiping it with a wet washcloth.
With knife in hand I pleased the blade into her skin blood goes everywhere as I cut through her abdomen just above her cunt.
With the cut made I reach into her for the baby it’s limp and lifeless as I pull it out.
Amanda grabs it throwing it over her shoulder slapping it hard on the back it coughs chokes coughs some more then busts out crying after spitting up.
Everyone seems relieved as I quickly get busy sewing up her belly. I then carefully cut the umbilical cord and tie it off.
Just as we are handing Tameka her new baby boy the paramedics come rushing in.
They quickly load her up on a gurney to wheel her out.
“ Thank you Deb!…Thank you! “
She said to me as they rolled her away.
I was covered in blood I went to the restroom to wash up. Amanda found me another shirt to change into.
I put the shirt on and just slid down the tiled wall of the restroom into the floor and I cried like a baby.
Why is it me?…That finds myself in these positions? Yes child birth is a beautiful thing but it takes so much out of me.
Amanda gets on the floor with me we hug and cry together minutes later one of the other girls comes in.
“ The press is outside. They want to talk to y’all I think. “
Amanda sighs and we get up and wash our faces off and try to get ourselves together.
Yeah the news crew police and fire department all wanted statements from us.
The ER doctor also had questions noticing how the umbilical cord was tied off it wasn’t like a baby was supposed to be it looked more like something a vet would do or something from biblical times.
Unfortunately I ain’t perfect I mean ain’t never had no medical training before.
None the less all that was important was that the mother and baby was okay.
And the city gave me an award for being heroic.
I wasn’t asking for all the attention but I got it anyway.
Re: The California slave wife
Employment opportunities
As time moved on I didn’t want to be a financial burden to Red. I mean people in the service don’t join up with the thought of getting rich.
Though I’m pretty thrifty compared to some of these other wives I’m running into around the apartment complex.
Some of them I’d say is high maintenance. But I’m sure they ain’t never been slaves either.
I mean I don’t like clothes as far as jewelry goes all I got is my wedding ring and collar.
Yeah I know it’s just a cheap collar but I think of it as jewelry or maybe an accessory. Maybe one day Red might splurge and get me one of them fancy ones with diamonds in it but it’s not really a big deal. So besides my food I’m really not spending that much.
But I still feel that I should try to find something. Some of my girlfriends here took me into town to this XXX place where they had a glory hole room in the back.
For tips we could suck all the cock we wanted.
“ Reds gonna be so proud of me! “
I said to myself as I perfected my cock sucking skills.
I was turning into a real Glory hole junkie. Leaving every day with a belly full of cum and my pockets full of cash.
So with my belly full I didn’t need as much food to eat. Just bourbon and cigarettes mostly. I was definitely getting into some bad habits.
Some of my girlfriends also were dancing at the gentleman’s clubs.
I wore my dress and heels there. And gave it a go. But dancing really wasn’t my thing and though I have great tits and sexy legs my scarred back and branded ass didn’t appeal to lots of the clientele.
Some of the places were sort of high end. And I just didn’t fit in.
But I did find a suck bar that tipped me good, as I got to crawl around slave naked from man to man.
I saved enough up to buy a car off one of my lady friends. She had this Ford Pinto and swore that her husband was trying to kill her.
She said the car was like a bomb on wheels and he’d recently upped his life insurance on her.
I drove the car around for a while and didn’t see anything wrong with it.
With some of the money I was making I went and took some slave yoga classes.
I was really disappointed with this.
In the back they had us these dressing rooms like they have in department stores. We’d change into these what looked like a one piece swimsuit.
I was already pissed about this. I mean slave yoga means you should be slave naked.
He’d then Coach us all into the different positions and walk around with a crop slapping it against his leather boot. And tease us by lightly striking us with the crop.
I knew all these positions at the back of my hand and I’d fuck up just to piss him off, cause I was craving a spanking.
“ Hit me harder! “
I’d say sarcastically.
Again he’d only tease me with the crop.
“ Whip my ass you pussy! “
I said in a demanding tone.
He just laughed.
In a rage I grabbed the crop and knocked his feet right out from under him and I whipped his ass until he cried like a baby.
In disgust I changed back into my dress and heels then drove home.
I’d barely been home long enough to get out of my shoes and pour myself a drink when there was a loud knock on the door.
I answered it and it was two policemen.
“ Mrs. Jones? “
“ Yes “
“ We gonna need you to come with us down to the station. You’re under arrest for assault and battery. “
They both sort of laughed about it, so I knew it wasn’t to serious.
“ Go ahead and get your purse and shoes. “
I first guzzled down my drink. Then they watched me intensely as I slipped my bare feet into my heels. I grabbed my purse and came outside into the breezeway.
They took my purse. Then one red me my rights while the other loosely handcuffed me at my front.
They led me to one of those old black and white cruisers and put me in the back.
I listened to the police radio chatter while they stuffed their faces with doughnuts and sipped coffee.
At the jail they kept my shoes and purse while I just sat in this room on a bench for hours.
Finally this big burly police lady took me back got my finger prints and mug shot.
I then got my first strip and cavity search.
She checked behind and inside my ears. Made me bend over and run my fingers through my hair. She made me raise my arms. Then lift my tits just by my nipples.
Then squat spread and cough. Spreading my cunt then my ass.
She checked the soles of my feet. Then bent me over and fingered my cunt and ass.
By this point I was horny as Hell.
“ He didn’t whip you hard enough? “
She said as she looked hard at my branded ass.
“ No he didn’t. “
She then took off her belt and gave me just the whipping I needed. My orgasm hit after the fifth strike and it felt amazing.
When she finished my ass stung and my legs wobbled like Jello.
She tossed me a striped pair of pants and a shirt. I put them on and she escorted me to a cell.
My cell mate was another hippie girl. And some guy named Charlie was all she talked about.
She said he was a profit and compared him to Jesus Christ.
She
Now I’m from the Bible Belt I’ve knelt in the slave section of manny churches listening to lots of fire and brimstone services.
And I ain’t never heard it brought up that Jesus is giving you direction from playing a Beetles record backwards.
I knew pretty quick this girl was full of shit.
She tried hard to get me to join up with them.
I just pretend to go to sleep while she rambled on all night about this guy named Charlie.
About a year later I saw that girls picture on Tv. Her Charlie and a bunch more of these idiots killed a movie star and some lady that owned a coffee company.
I then for sure didn’t care for listening to the Beetles if that had something to do with it. I don’t know.
I took a liking to The Rolling Stones though. They had that blues sound that sort of fit my liking better.
I bailed myself out of jail the next day. They gave me a card telling me to come to court in a month. That fucking bastard didn’t show up and the judge through the case out of court.
As time moved on I didn’t want to be a financial burden to Red. I mean people in the service don’t join up with the thought of getting rich.
Though I’m pretty thrifty compared to some of these other wives I’m running into around the apartment complex.
Some of them I’d say is high maintenance. But I’m sure they ain’t never been slaves either.
I mean I don’t like clothes as far as jewelry goes all I got is my wedding ring and collar.
Yeah I know it’s just a cheap collar but I think of it as jewelry or maybe an accessory. Maybe one day Red might splurge and get me one of them fancy ones with diamonds in it but it’s not really a big deal. So besides my food I’m really not spending that much.
But I still feel that I should try to find something. Some of my girlfriends here took me into town to this XXX place where they had a glory hole room in the back.
For tips we could suck all the cock we wanted.
“ Reds gonna be so proud of me! “
I said to myself as I perfected my cock sucking skills.
I was turning into a real Glory hole junkie. Leaving every day with a belly full of cum and my pockets full of cash.
So with my belly full I didn’t need as much food to eat. Just bourbon and cigarettes mostly. I was definitely getting into some bad habits.
Some of my girlfriends also were dancing at the gentleman’s clubs.
I wore my dress and heels there. And gave it a go. But dancing really wasn’t my thing and though I have great tits and sexy legs my scarred back and branded ass didn’t appeal to lots of the clientele.
Some of the places were sort of high end. And I just didn’t fit in.
But I did find a suck bar that tipped me good, as I got to crawl around slave naked from man to man.
I saved enough up to buy a car off one of my lady friends. She had this Ford Pinto and swore that her husband was trying to kill her.
She said the car was like a bomb on wheels and he’d recently upped his life insurance on her.
I drove the car around for a while and didn’t see anything wrong with it.
With some of the money I was making I went and took some slave yoga classes.
I was really disappointed with this.
In the back they had us these dressing rooms like they have in department stores. We’d change into these what looked like a one piece swimsuit.
I was already pissed about this. I mean slave yoga means you should be slave naked.
He’d then Coach us all into the different positions and walk around with a crop slapping it against his leather boot. And tease us by lightly striking us with the crop.
I knew all these positions at the back of my hand and I’d fuck up just to piss him off, cause I was craving a spanking.
“ Hit me harder! “
I’d say sarcastically.
Again he’d only tease me with the crop.
“ Whip my ass you pussy! “
I said in a demanding tone.
He just laughed.
In a rage I grabbed the crop and knocked his feet right out from under him and I whipped his ass until he cried like a baby.
In disgust I changed back into my dress and heels then drove home.
I’d barely been home long enough to get out of my shoes and pour myself a drink when there was a loud knock on the door.
I answered it and it was two policemen.
“ Mrs. Jones? “
“ Yes “
“ We gonna need you to come with us down to the station. You’re under arrest for assault and battery. “
They both sort of laughed about it, so I knew it wasn’t to serious.
“ Go ahead and get your purse and shoes. “
I first guzzled down my drink. Then they watched me intensely as I slipped my bare feet into my heels. I grabbed my purse and came outside into the breezeway.
They took my purse. Then one red me my rights while the other loosely handcuffed me at my front.
They led me to one of those old black and white cruisers and put me in the back.
I listened to the police radio chatter while they stuffed their faces with doughnuts and sipped coffee.
At the jail they kept my shoes and purse while I just sat in this room on a bench for hours.
Finally this big burly police lady took me back got my finger prints and mug shot.
I then got my first strip and cavity search.
She checked behind and inside my ears. Made me bend over and run my fingers through my hair. She made me raise my arms. Then lift my tits just by my nipples.
Then squat spread and cough. Spreading my cunt then my ass.
She checked the soles of my feet. Then bent me over and fingered my cunt and ass.
By this point I was horny as Hell.
“ He didn’t whip you hard enough? “
She said as she looked hard at my branded ass.
“ No he didn’t. “
She then took off her belt and gave me just the whipping I needed. My orgasm hit after the fifth strike and it felt amazing.
When she finished my ass stung and my legs wobbled like Jello.
She tossed me a striped pair of pants and a shirt. I put them on and she escorted me to a cell.
My cell mate was another hippie girl. And some guy named Charlie was all she talked about.
She said he was a profit and compared him to Jesus Christ.
She
Now I’m from the Bible Belt I’ve knelt in the slave section of manny churches listening to lots of fire and brimstone services.
And I ain’t never heard it brought up that Jesus is giving you direction from playing a Beetles record backwards.
I knew pretty quick this girl was full of shit.
She tried hard to get me to join up with them.
I just pretend to go to sleep while she rambled on all night about this guy named Charlie.
About a year later I saw that girls picture on Tv. Her Charlie and a bunch more of these idiots killed a movie star and some lady that owned a coffee company.
I then for sure didn’t care for listening to the Beetles if that had something to do with it. I don’t know.
I took a liking to The Rolling Stones though. They had that blues sound that sort of fit my liking better.
I bailed myself out of jail the next day. They gave me a card telling me to come to court in a month. That fucking bastard didn’t show up and the judge through the case out of court.