Hot mom of the 80’s

[mikey22]

Continued from Sucking in the 70’s

1980-1990

The 80’s brought more bigger challenges for me. After winning Realtor or the year for 1977 1978 and 1979 I decided it was time to move up a little. By starting my own business leaving the big city of misery known as Memphis behind and concentrate more of my personal quest of revitalizing north Mississippi and beyond.
I leased a small office on the corner of Whorisville square. Just down from the courthouse and facing the department of agriculture office.
How ironic it was that I discovered my office was a former slave office itself.

It’s interesting that there is no way to escape slavery in these parts.
They left behind lots of records and pictures accounting ledgers and what not. Mostly dating back to the 40’s and 50’s.
Not much room for slaves in here, in the back was a small jail like cell with nothing but a bucket used for a toilet.

It still stunk like piss. We spent weeks cleaning the place up. Luckily Jack did most of the work being a construction guy himself he knows how to do most things. He remodeled the bathroom painted and put new flooring in. He demolished the slave cell and made me a small bedroom out of it so I could entertain men that I’d encounter without taking them home exposing my girls to them.

So in the end Cheryl worked the front desk for now. I had a private office beyond that. I used mostly billboard signs for my advertising along highway 51 and I-55 along with other highways in the vicinity also. I decided on the name Delta Reality as my company name My slogan was I can make your housing dreams come true.
I wound up using my drinking friends for my construction team and labor force. Sometimes when things really gets busy I’d call around to those temp agencies and arrange for some slave labor.
I was pleasantly surprised to see slave girls just wearing hard hats tool belts and steel toed boots. They even out worked lots of the men I had on the payroll.
Probably cause they wasn’t out drinking every night.

I eventually ended up with a residential division and a commercial division which focused mostly on apartment complexes and strip malls.

I also bought up 3 trailer parks and started a manufactured home business.
For those that don’t know that’s a fancy word for what a trailer is.

Cheryl always said we was on the ground floor of something big but I sure didn’t expect the explosive growth that came in the 80’s.

I’m sure this makes it sound like I’m getting the big head but I was getting more attention from men than I ever had before.
Probably because I had money coming in now and that always seems to influence men. Cheryl always warns me about that shit. By not letting a man get to close. Because as most of you ladies already know men are scum.

Yeah I’m gonna let success go to my head a little. Some times I like to reinvent my self a little by getting me a big 80’s perm and new dresses with them big shoulder pads in them. And I’ll always wear my biggest high heels with this look and I’ll let everyone know especially my competition that I’m the Bitch in charge! That includes the men out there also just so you know.

But then on top of all this I got to deal with my little demon child at home.

It was in the early 80’s that things was changing for Misty.
I started noticing my cigarettes was missing. I keep the cartons on top of the fridge and yeah I got a habit but not that big of a habit.

Miss one pack every now and then okay but when this problem comes up over a course of weeks. I know it’s not the cigarette company screwing me here.

So I go to Crystal.

“ Hey have you seen your sister smoking? “

She sort of just shook her head no. But I wasn’t convinced with that. I know how girls their age are nobody wants to snitch on the other plus as mean as Misty is I wouldn’t put it past her to hurt Crystal either.

So I set a little trap in my cigarette carton. And when I heard her scream with a rat trap hanging from her finger I ran into the kitchen with my belt and I tore her ass up.

Of course she puts up the argument that everyone else is doing it! Of course I’m included in that along with Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Jack.

And of course I’m driving around the neighborhood and I see the teenagers smoking while they’re waiting for the bus.

She’s not even made it to junior high yet and she’s smoking?
She’s in such a hurry to do what adults do. She’s not content with anything.

And right around the corner Junior high comes. Along with more changes that girls go through.
Misty’s body started to fill out faster than Crystals did her boobs got big her hips widened. And I saw boys looking at her the same way men looked at me. And honestly as a mom I didn’t like it!

Both Misty and Crystal were thrilled when Cheryl offered to take them shopping for school.
I always was quite thrifty for shopping for them. I
Shopped usually at the thrift store for most things. Cause if you look around lots of that stuff is new. Plus the girls are still growing they’ll just grow out of it before they wear anything out.

But Cheryl took them to the Memphis mall. And I really should have went with them to reign in some of the nonsense that they wanted.

They got home that night Misty got a perm she had makeup with glossy suck dick looking lip stick and raccoon eyes. Designer jeans so tight that she has to lay down to fasten them. Jelly shoes and high heeled pumps high heeled granny boots nylons with high cut bikini panties sexy bras and skimpy tops.

And I threw a fit when she walks in.
And I have to hear from Cheryl.

“ Deb this is the in look!…This is how all the teenagers are dressing! You need to get with the times! “

Crystal didn’t look like that she had some nice jeans a pair of stylish flats and an Ocean Pacific tee shirt. Plus she got her some tennis shoes and stuff to work out in.

“ Cheryl she’s got slut wrote all over her! She’s only 13! This is how a 25 year old looks! “

Cheryl thought I was over reacting but I didn’t think so. Especially when she went boy crazy about Greg that lives across the street.

Greg was a senior and was 18 he liked bringing his weight bench out onto the driveway to workout. Misty with binoculars from her bedroom would just watch him and drool all over herself.

Greg and his friends also had dirt bikes Misty begged me every weekend to let me let her go riding with them.

I’d tell her every time no! He was too old for her and she needs to get her mind on something else besides boys.
I for sure wasn’t ready for a knocked up teenage girl. And I know that’s what’s gonna happen if I don’t keep a short leash on her.

Things got worse in the months to come when I’d hire Greg to cut my grass and do some pruning for me.
I guess It’s also a little my fault to when I snuck him into my bedroom and let him fuck me.

Misty of course knew it and she accused me of steeling her man.
I let her know quick that he’s not her man he is an adult like I am and she’s not and adults can do those things.

So I also get accused of robbing the cradle. She doesn’t understand the difference between 18 and everything that’s younger. That is not okay.

A few weeks later we have another crisis.
Crystal comes to me.

“ Mom there is something wrong with Misty! She’s been bleeding! “

I jump up and rush to her room.

Yeah I know it’s probably her time but what I saw I wasn’t what I was expecting. The bed sheets was covered in blood.
Misty was crying.

“ What have you done to yourself? “

From under her blanket she pulls out one of my toys. I took it from her then hugged her.

“ It’ll be okay go take a bath. “

I told her she left the room and I just sat there on her bed and cried.
What else could I do? What else could I have said. My little girl was no longer a little girl she was fast growing into a woman and has a woman’s desire the same way as I do.

I then changed the sheets and poured myself a strong drink and pondered on finding a way to discuss these things with her without everything being a fight.
She’s so rebellious I was never nothing like her so I can’t understand or relate in any way to how she’s feeling.
My hope is that this is a moody teenage phase that she’ll grow out of.

[imreadonly2]

Interesting start, and I love the fact that she's across the street from the former slave office and in a converted slave office. That's a great premise for a story!

[mikey22]

I can’t believe the perks that came with my office. Especially during the summer months I get so wet and hot that I sort of loose control of myself and have to rub one out as I watch the tractor trailers pull out of Slave Alley and up onto the square. With them cage sided trailers so everyone can see the slaves naked bodies as the driver navigates the sharp turns around the square.

This always becomes an interesting topic of discussion with my clients. They’re here to discuss usually a place to live and a slave truck passes by and of course that topic has to be mentioned. Then for those new comer’s from other parts of the country of from other countries all together are completely blown away by it.

“ Wow! Them slaves are big business around here? “

Then others just catch themselves staring at the department of agriculture building.
Since after all it has such a dominant presence to it. Some will ask if they give tours?
I’ll usually just inform them that it’s a tax payer funded building so it’s open to the public. And I’ll watch them stroll over sometimes take out a camera and start taking pictures.

Sometimes I’ll even see women kneel next to the naked slave woman statue that’s out in front of the entrance. As if she’s imagining herself as a naked slave.

I had one client that just left my office and strolled inside few hours later I swore I saw her face with gagged mouth pass by on one of them trucks. I sort of dismissed it at the moment thinking I was just seeing things. Cause we all look totally different without our clothes.
The only identity a slave has after being stripped of her clothing is usually her numbers.

I never heard from that woman again almost as if she’d disappeared off the face of the earth.

Cable Tv.

Y’all remember what life was like before internet? Home computers and all this high tech shit we just can’t live without?
Back around during the early 80’s I jumped on the bandwagon like everyone else and got cable Tv.
It wasn’t anything special just basic with Showtime probably around 30 or 40 channels.

Back then we still had those big heavy TVs that sat in the floor and had a box on top of it with a slide thing that you slid back and forth to change the channel.

I sort of got into it especially late at night between movies on showtime they’d show these naked slaves doing aerobics.
That would get me pretty hot but then I’d get let down by some soft R rated porn usually from some European country that would show some tits and ass.

I’d get board with that shit and started changing the channels back and forth until I stumbled across the strip search network.

“ Oh Wow! “

I thought this might be worth the $30.00 a month I was gonna be paying for this shit!
But yeah it had just what I needed obnoxious arrogant men that forced women to take off there clothes usually in a jail scene or maybe the back room of a department store.

Of course they’d get fingered and fondled and last but not least they’d get thoroughly fucked. I’d get so turned on I’d have to get my toy and do myself. Sometimes I’d be so into it I wouldn’t notice Crystal coming in to the kitchen for a glass of milk.

“ Really mom? “

I’d be startled and embarrassed by her catching me in the act.

“ I was just um. “

Yeah there ain’t no good way to explain that awkward situation.
She’d usually just shake her head and walk away. I mean I’d usually start out in my robe then I’d come out of it right there in the living room usually in the M position in my recliner while feverishly working my toy.
A lot of times the curtains would be open to I’d wonder if passing cars might catch a glimpse of me?
But between the shows they would run commercials wanting models said top models would make big money.
I liked the sound of it. I had doubts though that I’d be a top model cause by this point I was in my 30’s with my mom body but I wasn’t ashamed of it either. I mean that’s the thrill of it for complete strangers to see you in your birthday suit.

So after a couple of weeks of thought I called the
1-800 number to get details. I thought for sure I’d have to travel to California since that’s usually where these types of movies are made.
But to my surprise I found out they used people from my area.
Learning that really got me hot. They use local people and people around here might recognize me and talk.
Yes I loved the thought of that I’d be a celebrity around here after this aired on Tv.

They said they’d mail me out a packet containing the forms and contract. I was supposed to mail a naked picture of myself in.
I didn’t have one so I used one of those photo booths at the mall. Though it was a slow time of day when I stepped into it I could still hear people talking as they passed by. I got out of my top and bra then dropped my pants and panties so technically I wasn’t completely naked being that I was still in my shoes with my pants and panties bunched around my ankles.
I know from watching the shows that wouldn’t pass for a strip search. It didn’t matter anyway cause the picture just showed from the waist up. So I hoped that would be good enough.
I mailed everything off.

A month later I got a response.

“ Congratulations you’ve been selected to participate in a strip search movie. “

So the show would have an epic of surprise to it the arrangements of my strip search was gonna be a secret from me.
So basically all I had to do was live life and wait for them to come for me.

[mikey22]

I’ve got to admit I got excited when I got my confirmation letter. I for sure wanted to look my best. So I immediately made an appointment for getting my perm revamped along with a manicure and pedicure. Then of course a professionally done hot wax done on my cunt. Wanting it to be smooth and slick as I’m getting my holes checked for contraband.

Yeah I was excited and anxiously waiting and waiting and waiting. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned in to months. I assumed the details in logistics arrangements and what not had to be worked out but I didn’t expect it to take this long.

I did though have suspicious feelings though that I was being watched. I know stalked is such an ugly word but truthfully that’s the way it felt. I’d look behind me and see no one. But I know somebody is there. I’m a friendly person I like to be approachable especially for new men to just strike up a conversation with me. But whoever it is chooses not to.

After work I always go and have a few drinks. On one particular night I was followed all the way home. Yes it was creepy. I parked in my carport only to see the car sitting on the street in front of the house. I then went inside and peaked out the curtains to see the strange car slowly drive off.
Yes I believe I was being followed or stalked.

Even inside my home I felt it. It didn’t though change my behavior in any way. In some ways it even turned me on more.
Lots of evenings after my usual drinks with my friends I’d come home and strip everything off and just parade myself around the house naked and watch Tv naked with the curtains open. I could easily feel somebody was there. It made me so hot my slick cunt would almost be dripping.

I. Couldn’t swear to it but one night I thought I heard a man outside moan. As if he was jerking off to me.
I didn’t question the girls to see if they were picking up on anything odd.
They both did think though that I was odd by going around naked so much.
Both of them had spent nights at other friends houses and their parents didn’t do such things as I do. But in my view it’s my house and I’ll do as I please in it.

I watch my girls though they both hate there nakedness. From the bathroom they both will be rolled up in a tight towel and run to there rooms. Why they like that? I mean I’m their mother we’re all three women? It’s like shame or something that they are scared of.
Like I’ve said before all girls should be raised slave naked and they wouldn’t be scared of there on nakedness but nobody understands things like that.
It’s like it’s a taboo thought or something.

[mikey22]

After so many weeks I pretty much had this fantasy dismissed from my mind as if I was doubting it was gonna happen.
So I was busy with my usual professional life. I’d have my girls up and out the door to catch the school bus by 7:15.
Then I’d get my turn with the bathroom showering then fixing my hair and makeup to perfection. I’ll then dress myself in my usually conservative but sexy business attire. Tight skirt thin white blouse sheer. Black stockings with my high heeled pumps.

Another cup of coffee two doughnuts for a quick breakfast then it’s off to the construction site. I’ll change into my steel toed work boots and white hard hat to browse around one of the homes being constructed with blueprints in hand I let the men know I know what I’m looking at.

“ The studs on that wall ain’t centered!…That one is a quarter inch off!…Redo it or your fired! “

Sometimes a woman has to act like a real bitch so men will take her seriously.

But for the most part it appears the project is coming together pretty good.

I’ll then change back into my heels and go open my office and prepare for my afternoon meeting with my investors.

You all don’t actually think I do all I do with just my money?…Hell no! I use other people’s money I’m treating about 15 men to a private all you can eat buffet down at that cheap Chinese place that hardly anybody ever eats at.

We’re all in a private dining area I’m standing at a podium and pointing to a drawing of what my next apartment complex community is gonna look like. Of course I got the figures down and am trying to sell them on what the projected profits are and what they all can expect in dividends.

My heart skips a beat when I see what I suspect is an officer walk in.

“ Shit!…Not now!…Why now after all these weeks? “

Yeah it was now time for my arrest and strip search.
I was though expecting better than what I was looking at you know you would expect a professionally dressed uniform man of law enforcement.

No this was a fucking kid? A teenage punk known as Billy. He’s one of those low paid boys that wrangle the slaves across the street at the slave office.
He’s got a state issued uniform top on with a badge but otherwise he’s in faded ripped jeans worn scuffed cowboy boots and a department of agriculture baseball cap with his long dirty blonde hair hanging down past his shoulders beneath it.

And of course he’s got that bottom lip bulging out with a big dip of snuff.

Yeah it was obvious that they use locals to play these rolls.

“ Mrs. Jones”
He said loudly interrupting my important presentation.

Everyone turned to look at him as he holds up this official piece of paper.

“ I’m officer Billy the big dick with the strip search network. I have a warrant for your arrest! “

Everyone in the room turned back to me for an explanation for this disgusting interruption.

“ Hey give me a minute to finish up please! “

“ Oh no Mrs. Jones I’m on the clock and my time is much to valuable to be wasted with your bull shit! “

I was deeply offended by his tone referring to my project as bull shit? I mean I’m gonna be bringing millions of dollars into the community here!
But he is young dumb and full of cum and has no future foresight except for draining his balls and buying his next case of beer.

He walks into the room a little closer.

“ I’m gonna need you to get against the wall and spread!…I’m sure you know what I mean? “

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me now?
I was speechless and blushing as I was shoved against the wall from behind feeling his hands rough me up while patting me down.

“ It’s nice to see your wearing a bra for a change! I suppose your trying to impress all these big shots cause you want there money?…Ain’t that right Mrs. Jones? “

Yeah he was quite rude and crude just like you’d expect from a typical man.
His hands roamed over my dressed top I felt him press his obvious hard cock against the backdrop of of my skirt as he groped my big tits over my clothes.

“ Look at them sexy legs guys! “
He boasted as he lifted my skirt enough to show not only my stocking tops but also my garters thong and my brand that was easily seen with my skirt raised.

“ She’s a slave? “
One of the men said in a surprised voice.

“ That’s right! Y’all sure y’all trust her with your money? “

“ Young man who do you work for? “
One of the older men asks in a middle eastern accent.

“ Technically I work for the slave office but these strip search people paid me a hundred bucks to come down and pick her up on my break. “

“ Who are they? “
This British sounding business man asks.

Billy then spills everything.

“ That’s these people that got this porn channel on cable Tv. They shootings a scene over in processing Mrs. Jones here applied for a modeling position with them. “

“ So she’s not under a real arrest? “

“ No man it’s just a movie. Y’all come watch if you want it’s at the slave office so it’s open to the public.
I wished it was a real arrest so I could ask her fat ass daughter out for a date while she’s locked up and all.”

Billy explained while zip tying my wrists together.

He led me while holding my upper arm of course the Chinese guy running the restaurant wanted to know when he was gonna get paid.

All these men were from overseas so they took interest in what he was saying and wanted to see the slave office.

Slavery from the southern United States has a reputation that goes worldwide so they’ll like to see my intake processing to see if it’s all what it’s cracked up to be.

The strip search executives were thrilled when they found out that the state would allow them to use their slave office processing room. Mississippi is known for being the state of hospitality and that’s what they hope to promote during this entertaining movie.
It’s sort of a win win for everyone involved.

Once outside Billy led me to his dirty jacked up four wheel drive truck.
With my wrists zip tied behind my back he had to help me climb up into it by placing an old 5 gallon bucket upside down on the ground for a step.
It probably would have been best to kick my high heels off first before attempting this but I insisted on holding on to my dignity as long as possible.
So up onto the wobbly bucket.

While in this vulnerable position I felt my skirt raised again showing the watching gentleman a little preview of what they’ll see of me in just a matter of minutes.
I’m then finally in the seat and on my way back towards what’s known as the historic downtown district.

[mikey22]

Conversation with a slave wrangler.

Billy fits the young redneck type very well he’s got the shot gun and rifle in the gun rack mounted along the back window and he’s jamming to Hank Jr. as he drives his ridiculously tall four wheel
drive.

“ How did you find me? “
I just had to ask.

“ I found you cause the slave office has a file on you. They’ve been watching and monitoring you for a long time. “

Just hearing that sent another chill up my spine.

“ Monitoring me how? “

“ They got cameras on you in your house and office they know everything you do. “

Now that truly scared me.

“ If they know all that why don’t they come for me and enslave me? “

“ Cause you’ve aged out, they don’t need you. They don’t see you as a purring little sex kitten so basically you’re a liability.
They got plenty like yourself coming through the court system that they got to do stuff with. “

“ Then why they monitoring me? “

“ Cause you’re an ambitious white woman and they have to keep up with you. Make sure your not getting uppity and to big for your britches.
Do worry none you ain’t the only one they monitor all of you. “

“ What happens if I get uppity? “

Billy reacted down into a box that was in the floor he handed me a sign pamphlet thing that hangs on your door knob.

“ The eyes of slavery Is on you! And they don’t like what they see! “

Of course it had an intimidating eye ball aimed right at the one reading it.

“ This shit is illegal! What about my civil rights? “

“ You ain’t got none!…Civil rights just works one way and that’s in the favor of black folks. Like it or not your a single ambitious white woman that wants wealth and power. And to be honest types like you scare the hell out of the powers that be.
So I suggest you play by there rules or some mean people are gonna be paying you a very uncomfortable visit during the middle of the night. “

“ Why are you telling me these things? “

“ Because I’m making minimum wage and can get all the pussy I want. “

“ Ain’t that a good thing?….Getting free pussy? “

“ Yeah but pussy don’t pay the bills unless you own the slaves.
In my position how can I buy slaves to pimp
Out to make wealth if I can’t even get my bills paid trying to live on minimum wage.”

So Billy here is what the leftist politicians refer to as the working poor a form of slavery in its self.
So they’ll say just jack up the minimum wage?
Yeah right look at what that does. Jacks the price of a happy meal up to $25.00 a piece. They automate the staff down to 2 breathing employees. And piss all the customers off with a God damn kiosk.

What the Fuck do them bastards will do to the price of the slave?
Just imagine the robotic automated slave. Slave world ends with bull shit like that taking place.

“ Plus I can’t keep a real girlfriend. They find out what I do they break up with me.
I wouldn’t want a slave if I had one. I want a woman to have dinner with take out on a date. Have fun get married.
I just can’t seem to make any of that happen doing what I’m doing, “

I had to look at Billy a second and third time. Those were the same things my husband used to say to me.

“ If I don’t get enslaved here. Come see me next week I can use a guy like you. And I pay better than minimum wage. “

“ I’ll keep that in mind. “

Unfortunately by this point the slave office was in my view and a big crowd from the strip search network was anxiously waiting my arrival with an entire camera crew to document my downfall.

[mikey22]

Billy though plays this whole thing off as it’s no big deal. He does though work in the industry and has his own opinions on the current attitudes are when it comes to slaves.
But he’s also young and naive I’ve been on the run as a fugitive slave since the summer of 1965. And have luckily slipped through the cracks of slave world many times.

Is my good luck running out?

Is Billy playing me?

I mean he was the one sent to pick me up. He’s the one that’s zip tied my wrists.

Will he be the one to collect the reward for bringing me in?

I know the price on my head from 1965 was $5,000.00
It’s 1980 now so I’m sure there is compounded interest added on to that.

I was born a slave raised as a slave and have costed people lots of money for me not being a slave.
Namely my parents plus the state and then whoever my masters would have been beyond that point.

True I’ve got age on my side no way could anyone profit from my sell as far as a pleasure slut or sex kitten goes. I could still be valued for whatever laborious tasks they’d make me do for whatever productive years I have left.

They could in prison me for 15 years hard labor busting boulders for the highway department or put me in Parchman to work me on the farm.

In my opinion both of those are worse than enslavement.

They could enslave my children at the time of their 18th birthday
So they’d be stuck with paying the price of my crimes.

They could fine me millions of dollars and garnish my wages for the rest of my life.
They could go after Cheryl and Jack and ruin their lives for aiding and abetting me.
The possibilities of punishments are endless.

So do I regret running away?

No Ive had a good life up to this point.

And to be truthful this is getting exciting. Currently my cunt is starting to juice. I’ve got my thighs clenched together and my pussy is just throbbing uncontrollably I feel my wetness leaking from my slit. My thong is drenched in my juices I’m so wet that my juices are seeping down my thighs and seeping into my stocking tops.

I’m in a slave sweat right now. My makeup is running my thin silk blouse is soaked in my sweat clinging tightly to my sweaty body. My bra is easily seen throw my blouse my feet are sweaty my legs feel hot in cased in my sheer black stockings.
My nipples growing harder and more sensitive by the second looking down I can see them poking against my white bra.

And My nose is taking in Billy’s scent right now. I can see he’s got a boner. The muskiest scent of his sweaty filthy pubic region is filling my head just sitting here imagining it I can taste his cock. I need him desperately in my throat. I want to feel him blast and drown me in his spunk.

Then I want him to use my other two holes. Just from what I see now he’s well endowed just the way I like it. I love a challenge a nice deep stretch to my cunt then finish me off by forcing my tight ass to accommodate his thick girth.

Oh wow I just then felt myself come.

Oh I’m such a stinking mess right now.

If I’m not allowed to undress myself should I feel sorry for the one that pulls my sexy black leather high heels from my feet?

Mmmm just so y’all know he’s gonna get a nose full. Then my sweaty stockings have to be peeled off and my thong.

Mmmmm….Maybe a shower first with clothes on might be wise?

[mikey22]

Billy slows and parks behind the strip search networks van. It of course is all wrapped with there logo plus it’s got a sexy blonde bent over a table panties down with a blonde police woman with gloves spreading and probing her cunt hole.

The horrific look on the sexy blondes face says it all.

Unfortunately in our real world this type of advertising in public just wouldn’t fly but here slave world this is considered mainstream.

Billy parks and the waiting crowd noticed me and started anxiously gathering around the truck.

Billy gets out first comes around opening my door. I struggle with my wrists zip tied behind my back to turn to face him wondering how I’m gonna get down out of this truck.

Billy grabbed me around my waist pulling me out I sort of fall from the truck onto his shoulder.

“ Want me to tote her inside for you Boss? “

He asks this man who looks to be in charge from the strip search network.

“ No! Put her down and cut the zip tie off! “

Billy looked disappointed as he set me back down onto my feet.

“ My name is Lim. “
He said to me extending his hand to mine as soon as Billy cut the zip tie off we shook hands.

Lim I found out was the director he had dark curly hair and a beard and round framed glasses he had sort of that Jewish look about him.
Coming from Hollywood and all I believe I’ve often heard that Jews own all the movie companies and all. So I guess the strip search network is some how affiliated with them.

I was shocked to find out that they rented out the slave offices processing room for the shoot.
I had no idea that they did things like that.
Lim seemed excited about how affordable everything was here in the south.

Being here that Billy was hired for a flat rate of a hundred bucks.
Then his female counterpart who’s name was Paige she to agreed to work for a hundred bucks.
Like Billy she was just a young teenage slave wrangler who wore the same khaki uniform top with jeans and a comfortable pair of ReeBock tennis shoes.

Lim likes this cause he’s not forced to use unionized actors which in California costs him north of a hundred bucks an hour plus all the benefits and perks that actors get.
So he gets Billy and Paige for the day or until the shoot is finished.

Then there was the crew that works the cameras and lighting. And also photographers.
Yeah this is also a photo shoot for strip search magazine.

You find those in adult stores. Or subscription. On occasion they can be found at convenience stores behind the counter along side Play Boys and Pent House magazines.
There kind of dedicated to detail lots of humiliating close ups. And interesting centerfolds.

Lim suddenly looks away towards the two Limousines that parked directly behind Billy’s truck.
All the sharp dressed business men started getting out and coming our way.

“ Who are these men? “
Lim asks me.

“ This is my group of foreign investors we were having an important business meeting when I was abruptly interrupted with my arrest. “

“ So we caught you at a bad time? “

“ Yeah kind of. My office is just over there”

I point to it.

“ I was sort of hoping you’d arrested me in front of my former sister in law Cheryl. That way I could get her to come watch and bail me out later. “

Lim turned towards my group of foreign investors.

“ Gentleman please accept my sincere apologies for interrupting your meeting. “

He goes around shaking hands while introducing himself.

“ Would you men like to be extras in the movie we’re making? “

Of course they all excitingly agreed to this. After all everyone of them had been working hard at getting me out of my clothes for months as I’ve teased them along by playing hard to get.
So I suppose now they were finally going to get there chance.

Lim handed Paige a syllabus of what was expected.

Paperwork charges

Pat down

Mugshot dressed

Finger prints

Strip down
Each article of clothing or personal property is to be searched inventoried and placed in box or bag to be stored for inmates release.

Shower delousing

Physical exam with thorough humiliating cavity search.

Fully naked mug shots frontal profile and backside.

Sex scene

Inmate is then issued a one piece jumpsuit with no underwear.

Another mugshot

Paige frowns looking over the syllabus.

“ You do know this is the slave office right?….I mean this ain’t county jail. “

“ Is there a difference? “
Lim asks with wonder.

“ Like Yeah!…At the county jail though your arrested your innocent until your found guilty in court. They have rights.
Slaves don’t have rights they are slaves we just strip them and ship them out.
It’s as simple as that. “

Paige explained.

“ Please humor me and stick to the program after all that’s what you’re being paid for. “

Paige rolls her eyes.

“ What am I being charged with! “
I asked curiously.

Lim looks over at all my business people.

“ Embezzlement You’ve apparently cheated these gentlemen here out of lots of money. “

Of course they all smiled in agreement with that charge being that in reality it probably wasn’t far from the truth.

[mikey22]

Lim looks me over once more. Then hands me a clipboard with a contract.

“ I thought I’d done signed everything? “

“ Nope it’s just one more. “
He said handing me a pen.

I glance over it making sure it was from the Strip search network and not the state slave office.
As intriguing as it would be I wasn’t ready to sign my entire life away. After all I got two teenage daughters at home that still need me for at least a few more years anyway.

I stared at the contract for a hot minute knowing I still had time to back out of this.
From the curb I looked up towards the statuary of the naked slave girls that was on both sides of the glass door entrance of the intimidating department of agriculture office.

My heart was racing as I took a ragged breath and quickly scribbled my signature at the bottom of the form.
The contract was then handed to Billy then to Paige. Who both signed without hesitation.

“ Okay let’s get on with it! “
Lim said the crew was already in place cameras came on we were now live.

Paige stepped close behind me. Without being told I assumed the submissive position right there on the sidewalk as she started slowly but thoroughly patting down my dressed body.

Traffic slows to a crawl as the public takes interest in my arrest.

“ Hey that’s Crystals mom! “

I heard a teenage girls voice say loudly from a passing car.

I gulped knowingly I’d been recognized. Somehow I got the feeling this would spread around the high school like wildfire.
Yeah I’d catch Hell from my girls about this. But as I stood there with my breasts pressed against my thin blouse and my legs spread my cunt juiced at the thought of my name being thrown around by boys in the locker room.
Somehow all that turns me on even more.

Paige holds nothing back I look downwards at her two hands groping my tits over my clothes right there in public. Her hands feel around my waist checking the waistline of my skirt. Then my ass.

I then see Billy with his mighty bulge pressing against his jeans he’s got pure lust in his eyes as he stares hard at my five inch high heeled pumps. As Paige’s soft hands slowly feel up my sheer black stockinged legs.

I heard Billy moan with desire as his lower lip sucks in the flavor of that big dip of snuff he has in his mouth.
I then felt Paige’s fingers on my skin above my stocking top. Her hand cupped my thong covered cunt as she squeezed it gently.

I let out a quiet moan not wanting her to stop.
She then searched down my other leg her hand lingered for a moment feeling the leather of my right shoe.

She then stood.

“ Let’s go! “

She leads the way up the steps I found myself looking her over her brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her tight heart shaped ass filled out her Guess jeans well.
I’m not usually into women but was definitely looking forward to her examining me.

The security guard at the door holds it open for us.

I feel a blast of cool air blowing down onto me from a vent from above. I’m instantly turned on more feeling it going down my slightly open blouse.
Horny juice vapor has that effect on women coming in.
My high heels clicked and clacked loudly as I strutted across the marble floor. The cameras directly behind me zooms in on my sexy stocking legs as they slipped in and out of the split in the back of my skirt.

For some reason though I look at Paige’s cute little high topped Rebocks wondering if her little bare feet ever touched the cold marble floor of the slave office.

I’m then taken back by the bulletin board across the top was the words Have you seen me?
And the first picture on it was my teenage slave naked picture.

My heart then skipped a beat as I took in seeing my once youthful body. My freckled face and my waist length red hair along with my perky tits.
Though at 33 years old I’m definitely not as hot as I was then but am I fixing to be caught?

The thought of that weighed heavily on my mind.

Through the open glassed doorway I was led into the waiting room around the walls was plastic chairs much like you’d see in a doctors office. There was a counter to the right an entrance everything in the processing area was open everyone could see everything the examination table the shower the toilet there was no privacy for nothing.

One thing that was new though at least from the time I’d been there as a teenager was lots of mirrors where the walls were.
It’s not bad enough that you’re getting naked here in front of complete strangers but it’s apparent that they want you to see yourself naked also. So getting naked knowing your naked then your forced to look at yourself naked at all times was somewhat an odd experience they want to drive that humiliation into you as hard as they can.

I was being led towards a table as I took in my surroundings and that’s when Lim spoke up.

“ We need a series of dressed mugshots first. “
He announced with authority.

I heard Billy and Paige sigh.

She then pointed towards the height chart I proceeded to step towards that direction.
The film crew and photographers followed as I made my way there and turned to face them all.
Lem took the little thing that goes around my neck with my name the date and it said Strip search Fantasy inmate number.

Camera flashed a bright flash . The sign was then taken from me.

“Unbutton your blouse a little more, “
Lem suggested.
I didn’t hesitate unbuttoning my blouse and opening it enough to display a generous amount of cleavage. I stood at 5’5 still in my heels.

Multiple cameras flashed almost blinding me.

“ Turn to the side. “

More cameras flashed.

“ Turn towards the other side. “
Lim said getting both sides of my profile.

“ Turn around face the wall. “

I heard more clicking of the camera as they took in the view of how well my fat ass filled out my tight black skirt.

“ Spread your legs a little wider. “

I felt the men probably liked how my legs looked in my sheer black stockings.

Finally Lim was satisfied with the amount of pictures and video.
As I turned around I saw Paige with an annoyed look on her face pointing towards the table directing me to my place.

I nodded and directly made my way to where she wanted me to stand.
I then stood at a table and watched as my purse was emptied out and Paige paws through my personal stuff. Copies of my drivers license and SIN card were made.

I pointed to my pack of cigarettes.

“ Can I have one? “

“ No! I said a while ago this ain’t the county jail! “

Yeah I’ve done been there theirs lots of waiting around and time to smoke. But since I’m the only one here thanks to the slave office being rented out maybe the wait time might not be so long.

I was kind of disturbed as Paige took the pictures of both my daughters from my billfold. I could see she was looking at them pretty hard.

“ They ain’t old enough! “
I let her know feeling that she was seeing them especially Crystal could be extremely profitable or slave worthy as girls are profiled quite regularly when they get to that unfortunate age.

“ Yeah but one day they will be. “
Paige said keeping my pictures for herself.
She quickly inventoried my stuff. I saw her wanting so badly to shove it all off into the trash can.

“ Go get me a box! “
She says to Billy.
He disappeared for a moment and returned with an empty copy paper box. Paige quickly threw everything back into my purse with the watchful cameras from the crew observing her.
My purse was placed inside the box.

“ Take off all your jewelry. “

[Greyman]

I glance over it making sure it was from the Strip search network and not the state slave office.

In a 34th amendment universe, it is always advisable to read the T.O.S. thoroughly before signing off on anything.

[mikey22]

The average woman would probably be freaking out about right now, but for me as I’m slowly under Paige’s and everyone else’s watchful eyes just taking my earrings out first.
I notice myself in the nearby mirrors then the closeness of multiple tv cameras around me.

As I hand my earrings over I notice Lim looking at a monitor camera is zoomed in pretty tight on my high heels from behind then moves upwards focusing on my sheer black stockings as my legs disappear beneath my skirt. My white blouse above in the monitor I see my fingers unfastening the clasp of my gold chain.

I let out an annoyed sigh knowing that they want this to be as realistic as possible.
I mean what kind of entertainment would it be if the woman was happy and looking forward to this?
Though at the moment I truly think I was.

As I continued to remove and hand over my ring and watch I was suddenly surprised with a blast of cool air blowing up from below.

I glanced down taking notice of the vents were strategically placed along the floor on my side of the table I feel the cool air on my thighs above my stocking tops I realized that my holdups had come undone air might be blowing upwards but I feel my stocking slowly slipping down my thigh.

“ Shit! I’m gonna look like a total slob when my skirt comes off! “

As Paige inventories my jewelry my attention is drawn to the commercial sized tub of lube sitting on the table. It’s got a picture of a naked slave girl on it.

Slave slick lube. If you want your cunt or ass to be slave slick and smooth just use this stuff.
At the moment though I was so wet I doubted any was needed. Cause whatever was coming up from that vent had me all riled up. I felt my clitoris growing hard and erect much more so than it would naturally. Extra sensitive to so badly I needed to touch myself. I looked around for a nearby restroom wondering if they’d be open for me to excuse myself just long enough to rub one out, but beyond the table spotting the gyno table shower and toilet out in plain view for everyone to see I knew it was pointless to ask.

Paige then reached for a box for a fresh pair of gloves. I was intrigued with the black color that they was.

She comes towards me with her flashlight and fingers.

I open my mouth wide she turned on the flashlight I raise my tongue allowing her to see underneath I see a Tv camera coming in from over her shoulder camera man takes notice of my throat insisting that she shine the light down it.

“ Ahhhhhhh”
I say with my tongue out.

“ I’ll bet she can take a big dick down that throat! “
The camera man said with a laugh.

That of course brought on laughter from all the other men looking on.

She then inserted her fingers into my mouth probing my cheeks gums and tongue last thing she did was sort of swabbing the inside of my mouth making a C like movement. As she pulls out I could easily see my spit glistening on the black latex gloves. If just spit shows up that good wonder how my other juices are gonna show?

She then pushed my permed hair back and examined inside and behind my ears.

“ Okay get out of your clothes! “

Though I’d been looking forward to this I still gulped with surprise though considering my circumstances it shouldn’t really be a surprise.

But being told to strip just instantly sets off stressful anxieties especially when you have an audience of mostly men looking on.

I slowly reach for the buttons of my blouse. Little more of my skin shows as I unbutton each button I realized I had a bra that clasped at the front I unhooked it my bra falls open I struggle to keep myself concealed wanting the reveal to be slow. My nipples are erect poking through the soft silk of my blouse.
My big tits jiggle as I move about blouse opens showing a little more as my hands move behind unfastening the skirt followed by the unzipping my fat thonged covered ass comes into view.

Skirt soon falls I step out of it and hand it over. My loose stocking already slid down below my knee. Instinct tells me to pull it up but what’s the point in that? Since they coming off anyway.

I hear whistles from the men behind me as I then part with my blouse and bra all eyes was on my tits. While I parted with my thong garter belt heels and stockings.
I casually stood there naked looking surprisingly comfortable in my own skin while Paige searches through and inventories my stuff.

My box of clothes was then taken from the room. It’s one thing to have to get naked but then see your clothes leave the room away from you you know your gonna be naked for a while at least and for most women that’s a stressful adjustment to make.

Paige then noticed my brand she kneels behind me for a closer look.

“ I bet that hurt! “
She said as she starts examining it.

“ It’s like the black smith pulled it back and reapplied it about 3 times? “

I nodded with agreement to her ignorant statement. I mean ain’t it obvious that it’s not professionally done?

I sort of think of it as if he was cooking a grill cheese sandwich when you’d slip the spatula under it just enough to peak to see if it’s done or not. But his dumb ass moved it completely off and couldn’t line it up perfectly.
Or possibly he was just being a dick and thought he’d punish me more by repeating the process multiple times.

Paige takes the offices own Polaroid camera and takes a picture of it.

“ I’m gonna show this to my supervisor. And you should show that to a lawyer a brand that bad definitely deserves a lawsuit. “

I agreed with her on that and if the son of a bitch was still alive and had something to sue for I’d sure consider it.

What concerns me more though was what was gonna happen when they matched that picture to the brand of my teenage pictures they’d know they’d have me then.

But on the other hand if there as dumb as most ignorant government employees are they’ll never figure that out.

[timerider]

It could get interesting showing her picture of her brand, to supervisor. good chapter miikey22

[mikey22]

I stood there naked at the table glancing again towards the supervisors office at where Paige laid that picture down onto the desk.
Don’t know why I bothered thinking it but I hoped I’d get a chance to retrieve it. Though odds of that were slim to none.

In hindsight I’m 100% sure my pathetic brand is why I’d never be Prime as if that’s worth thinking about now.

The marble floor felt so smooth and glistened with a polished high gloss shine reflecting from the bright fluorescent lights that buzzed from above.
I wished desperately I would have been allowed to keep my stockings on. The coldness of the marble floor sent a chill up my spine that chilled me to the bone.
My nipples were so hard they could have cut glass.

Paige directed me to step away from the table. Then pinch my nipples and lift my big heavy tits so everyone could inspect underneath them. Once that humiliating task was accomplished I was told to display. I snapped into position as if it was second nature to me.

Hands behind head fingers interlocked pushing my tits out with my legs spread.

I stood there with a blank expression on my lips and as still as a piece of furniture.
My keen slave instincts from long ago kicked in instantly.
Slaves are nothing more than properly when not being used your expected to only to be seen and never heard.

The camera men got busy filming and photographing me. Out the bottom of my vision I saw the camera man on his back dialing in the focus of his long lend Rapid clicking of the cameras filled the room as he took in shots of my cunt the bottoms of my tits then towards my expression as my eyes looked straight ahead.

“ Let’s see you squat and cough. “

I immediately did as I was told with my hands still behind my head.
I turned my head to the side and coughed about four times while Paige looked hard at my cunt and ass to see if something was gonna come out that wasn’t supposed to be there.

“ Now spread your cunt! “

I reach down with my hands parting my butterfly lips spreading my fat vulva wide showing proudly my healthy pink fuck hole.

Of course that position draws everyone’s attention. After holding myself apart for an extended length of time. I’m told to turn around and spread the cheeks of my fat ass.

And again I was told to cough.

I sort of wondered what they thought that I’d be hiding up inside my ass.

As I held this humiliating position I smiled to myself wondering what the reaction would be if I chose to deposit a shit right there in the floor.

Once the camera guys was done I was told to lean over the table.
I watched Paige dip her gloved fingers into the lube. From behind she slid them into me with ease.

I took them in with a gasp followed by a moan.

“ Don’t stop! “
I said in a whisper.
To my surprise she kept fingering me. Sawing four fingers into me with ease.
I then felt her hand manipulating my box until it sucked in her entire fist.

A gasp of shock was heard among my audience. As Paige twisted her fist around inside me.

“ You’re on the loose side big time! “
Paige said to me.

“ No you just have small hands. “
I said in my defense.

But truthfully yes I’m gapped out just like a total slut would be.

I glanced over towards Billy again looking straight at his bulging crotch.
My mouth watering for it. So bad I need all three of my holes fucked.

There should be more male slaves. I should have gone in to corrections at a men’s prison so I’d get to see men stripping down every day. I’d for damn sure be taking advantage of them.

I fantasize often about being the only woman in a men’s prison as I do about being in the alpha male high school locker room.

Can’t you all tell I’m a slut? If given a chance I’d allow myself to be fucked into oblivion.

Paige of course pulls out of me cheating me from a building orgasm.
In her own way she’s just like a typical man. Being that when he’s done he’s done not giving a damn about the woman’s needs.

But Paige wasn’t done I knew that as I felt the cheeks of my ass being parted. Inside and up me I feel three fingers deep up my poop shoot.

With clenched teeth I let out a grunt of despair. For the camera of course truly though I was enjoying this. I don’t bother to ask cause I’m sure she’ll tell me something stupid like she’s checking my prostate or something.

After a minute or so of anal play Paige pulled out of my ass and trashed her gloves before taking a fresh pair from the box leading me straight towards the toilet while she snapped them on.

[mikey22]

I somewhat froze for a moment glancing back over my shoulder seeing everyone looking on.
Lim had somewhat of a surprised look on his face. I guess it’s obvious that the slave office is quite a bit more thorough and intrusive than the average strip and cavity search.

“ Down on all fours! “

Paige said in her official authoritative voice.

All dignity was gone from me now as I assumed the degrading position asked of me.
I do though have to give kudos to Paige for the looks of her youthful age she’s experienced by parting my cheeks and inserting the plastic tube up my ass.
I mean it slides in so good with hardly no resistance at all.

I then feel my bowels being filled with the Fleet brand of fluid that’s gonna clan me out so to speak.
My stomach starts to bloat as I’m filled up.
I’m then told to stand and hold it.

This is always the hard part cause you just want to explode all over the place.
There was no standing still I was doing the two step squirming to hold back what was certain to come.

Don’t know how long but in that predicament it feels like an eternity.
It doesn’t help either being filmed and photographed by a room full of men.
This truly is something that should be done rarely in the privacy of your own bathroom and not in public. But in slave would it’s a common practice so your back hole is always clean and sanitary for whoever wants to use you.

Finally Paige gives me the nod with the speed of lighting I spin around and collapse onto the toilet. The room is filled with the sound of my explanation. Like a long wet fart that just keeps going.

I truly was surprised at how quiet the onlooking audience was as the sounds of my gassy shit just echoed throughout the room.

For me personally this is always the worst part sitting on a toilet in front of everyone.
You would think stripping out of your clothes in a public setting is worse but for me it’s dropping a douce.

I felt my doughnuts and morning coffee. Then my steak and shrimp dinner from last night hit the water with a loud splash. Followed by the Ever Clear I’d drank with my dinner had an uncomfortable burn as it escaped my anus.

I took a breath with relief when I thought I was done.
But Paige thought otherwise as she pointed to the floor to assume the degrading position again.

I got washed out 3 more times. Paige wasn’t happy until the water that flowed from my body appears clear in the toilet.

one things for certain they want to make sure your empty and I was.
I weakly stood from the toilet the final time feeling a little dizzy.

For the new slave cloths ain’t allowed stuff ain’t allowed and food and drink from your previous free life is even taken from you also.
I’d just seen mine go down the toilet.

From that point I was led into the shower.
Paige picked up that pump up sprayer filled with delousing chemicals and sprayed my entire body down.

“ Lift your tits! “

Paige said.

I gently pinched my nipples raising my big D cup breasts allowing her to easily spray underneath them. Under my arms then between my legs. I felt the metal tip against my ass and the spray that followed.

Like I’ve stated many times before I keep my cunt clean of unwanted hair. It’s always been my pet peeve. Ain’t nothing more appealing to me than to see a woman with a full out of control bush. Like reallly? Did your momma not teach you no better than that.
I mean seriously? Do you think a man wants to go down on that???

But no matter how hard I’ve strived to keep myself up it wasn’t good enough for Paige. She picked up a bottle of slave strength hair removal cream squeezed out a generous amount onto her latex gloved hand and rubbed it into my cunt and around my ass.

She then trashed the gloves before that shit eat through them and burned her hands.
In a matter of seconds I felt the burn. My cunt felt as if it was on fire as any and all hair follicles that we’re trying to grow died a horrendous death right there.

I glanced down to see my once porcelain white flesh almost glowing red beneath the thick wad of cream that probably just eat a hole straight through me if left to long.

From above a combination of shampoo soap and perm killing chemicals fell onto my head In real time I watched my big tight 80”s curls relax taking the perm and auburn hair coloring with it as soon as the water came on.

I lathered up and washed myself again of all the pretty shit that free women apply to there bodies. Makeup perfume deodorant all of it is washed down the drain.

I stepped out of the shower under a high pressure dryer. I saw my long hair far down past my shoulders I looked into one of the many mirrors seeing my newly graying hairs that I so desperately tried to hide with coloring.
Yes a woman’s true age is discovered during slave processing there is no hiding it.

Beyond that I saw Billy standing there waiting with the strip search fantasy crew and my investors waiting.

I knew what was expected of me cause after all I’d been watching the strip search network for months while masturbating late into the nights fantasizing about this day.

Paige looked somewhat pleased knowing I knew what to do without being told.
I knelt before Billy and went straight for the snap and zipper of his Levi’s.

In no way was I disappointed either seeing his erect hard cock just pop out like a horse coming out of the barn as I unzipped him.

I went right to work worshiping his cock. His long thick cock felt strong in my hand as I stroked him. I then gave him long licks and with multiple cameras around me I took him into my mouth The head of his cock repeatedly bumped the back of my throat.
I then felt his hands pushing my long hair back then pressing my head to take more.

I heard many men gasp with surprise as my throat muscles relaxed taking him into my throat.
Without hesitation I looked up into Billy’s eyes just letting myself go for whatever he wants to do with me.

He then quickly unbuttoned his uniform top. I wasn’t disappointed noticing his thick broad chest and six pack abs.
His top comes off I reached down holding his boots allowing him to pull his socked feet from them. I then snatched his jeans down and off. He then try’s kicking my hands away but even with my throat stuffed I grab his socks snatching them from his feet.

If I’m naked I want him naked also this ain’t no office quickly or it better not be!

Finally he pulls my clenched jaws from his cock. By the hair of my head I’m pulled to my feet I’m drug about kicking his clothes about as I led towards a table and somewhat thrown against it bent over. I look over my shoulder at him to see him turn that nasty cap around backwards he then spits that dip spit towards one of the trash cans of course he missed. I feel him behind me the head of his cock finds my pink fuck hole I groan feeling my walls stretch to accommodate his girth.

Yes it feels so good being truly fucked. Of course I would have loved to suck him off and feel him drown me with his hot cum but he fucked me just like he was owning me and I was loving every second of it.