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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 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.

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.

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.

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.

Mikey,
What a great story. Thanks so much for sharing it.
Yours truly,
Belinda

The reparation rip off

Along about this time I got a letter in the mail from the lawyers office along with a check.
According to them for my reparations money for being a slave come to the sum of $18.00.00
One dollar for every year that I’d been a slave.
I found this to be very disturbing. It had to be a screw up somewhere.

So I showed the letter and check to Amanda to see what she thought about it.
She said I should have gotten a check from the state of California and not a lawyers office.
And it should be a lot more probably $18,000.00
That sounded more right to me.

So I drove over to the lawyers office.
Of course the lawyer we used wasn’t there. But his secretary was.
I showed her the letter and the check and said there had to be some mistake. I just felt that I was owed much more than that.

She looked up and found my file and the paperwork that Red and I signed.
On the back of the form was a page length of tiny fine print.

Even the secretary had a hard time reading it.
She finally assured me that it was right cause of all the administrative fees would be deducted from my check. Like filing paperwork with the court and so on. Then of course came the lawyers fee cause they don’t work for free.

And that cost come to $17,982.00
This was an important lesson for me to learn.
Always read the fine print.
Even though I couldn’t read at the time, it’s important to have somebody with you that can.
Of course I had Red with me but he was so anxious to hurry up and get me legal he didn’t know to read it either.

The real lesson is that I found out was, there are lots of lawyers out there that will take advantage of you in your stressful situation.

I found out later for all you young slaves that find yourselves in similar situations to use a law office that’s run by former slaves. They are out more to help you than the ones that like ripped me off.

Back to slave yoga.

I got a call that the place where I’d taken those slave yoga classes that they needed an instructor. Apparently the one that had me arrested wasn’t working out and they fired him.
I listened to the lady that owned the place that there was a demand for realistic slavery. Not some water downed bull shit, like the guy they fired was trying to pass off as legit slavery.

I told the lady I had 18 years experience in slavery and I’d give it a shot.
She told me I could run the program my way.
The first thing I did was tear down the dressing rooms and trashed all the one piece swim suits. I added to the fee of the class enough to cover the expense that every slave got her own razor and shaving cream.
The first night of class after getting undressed I instructed them all on slave hygiene and the importance of it.

Once that subject got thoroughly covered in the front room we got busy on all those important submissive positions.
The windows that faced the street were uncovered so anyone and everyone could see in.

To say the least this was a great marketing move. Cause more and more girls wanted to join up.

In my economic class Mrs. Amanda talked at great length about Supply and demand.
We had a good product of service in teaching authentic slave yoga. And lots of young women were demanding it.
So it’s a win win for everybody. Girls gets the real slave experience without going all the way with it. And the business makes money which equals profit and I get paid for teaching or consulting.

I had one student come in and she was a dancer from one of the gentlemen’s clubs. And instead of her paying for the class we agreed that I’d teach her slave yoga if she’d teach me how to dance.

This opened more doors for me. Cause again rumors were going around that there was getting to be a demand for real slaves to work the strip clubs. Not just pretty girls they wanted pleasure sluts that been real slaves.

My plate was getting pretty full balancing school, and working the glory hole suck bar strip club and teach slave yoga all at the same time was a lot. But it was a heathy challenge that I was up for. It also kept me occupied so the year might seem to fly by being without my husband and all.

Slave nights at the strip club.

My student that I was trading services with had access to the club. She took me in and gave me good training on seductive dance moves.
And doing it in 5 inch stilettos was quite a challenge.

I also learned the importance of all them push-ups sit-ups and pull-ups that Red was doing while he was at home.
When you’re expected to climb a strippers pole and hang upside down it requires a great deal of core strength in muscles that you usually don’t think about.

After about 6 weeks of training my new friend thought I was good enough to hold my own.
So the following Saturday night I made my debut.

I showed up early only to find out I was dead last. Go on between the 1 and 2 AM hour.
They typically closed at 3:00.

All the slave girls ahead of me got to pick the Music they wanted to dance to.
Today at a club like this your gonna hear a lot of Metallica and A/CD/C and fast up tempo rock music. It ain’t much different than from back then. But the last finishing song that they closed with was this 11 minute song of absolute misery titled The End by the doors.

Yeah it was a poetic masterpiece of agonizing misery to dance to. Theirs not a happy note in the entire song.

Before the song one of the girls gave me this pill. She said put it under your tongue and let it dissolve.

In just my collar and my stilettos I slipped out from behind the curtains with a pouty sad look on my lips.
The lights were dim the place had a dark depressing feel to it. The air filled with smoke. It had a psychedelic groove to it. All I could do is let my body
Groove to the music. The room started to spin around and around.
Whatever this pill was definitely had me buzzed up.

I hung over the edge of the stage letting the men cop a free feel of my tits.
I’d then squat and I’d ride 3 to four fingers from multiple guys.

I’d then move to the pole swing round and round then climb it and hang upside down from the pole I’d launch myself into a handstand then gracefully flip myself back up onto my stilettos.

As the song moves on I’d start masturbating right at the front of the stage.
Over the loud music I could hear the cheers of over a hundred horny men egging me on.
I time my orgasm to the music making sure I climax with the song.
I’m feverishly rubbing my swollen clit. My juices are dripping from my snatch onto the stage.
My body starts to tremble and shake. As my climax hits I cum so hard that I squirt off out into the audience.

As the music slows for the final time I bow my head.
The whole place breaks into applause and cheers. I crack my first smile as I circle around the stage swooping down to scoop up my cash.

From that night forward I was a fucking hit. I sold out the place every time they had slave nights. I pretty much finished out the 60’s working there until I got pregnant and had to take time off to be with my girls.

While off everyone wanted to know when I’d return. I took off a year and a half making my second debut in1971.
And it wasn’t gonna be some slow agonizing song either this time I got my choice and I rocked the place to Led Zeppelin’s Whole lot of Love.
Now that’s a sexy song that rocks.

Of course I just did all this during Reds deployments. When he was home I played the innocent housewife roll.
I don’t think he ever knew.

The ladies around the complex and the ones I worked with strongly suggested that I keep my income separate from Reds.
So I’d have my own nest egg in case anything went wrong.

I was told that you never know what could happen when a man comes home from war.
I’m sure it affected Red in some ways but he was awfully good at hiding it from me.
Plus his off time at home was very short. If we were lucky maybe 6 months then he’d be going back to the war.

Back to school.

I eventually got enough schooling that I passed the test to get a GED they said that’s equivalent to a high school diploma.
But Amanda pointed out to me that I should apply for some scholarships.
I learned that the state of California was pretty serious about rehabilitating slaves to make them productive citizens.

So I applied for the scholarship and got two free years at community college.

I wrote Cheryl and told her the good news. She was so excited for me. And told me to take business accounting and finance courses. And learn how to type.
She said all these things are very important for working women to compete in a man’s world.

I didn’t tell her either about the strip club glory hole or slave yoga or the suck bars.
Some times I wonder how many years I could have done all those things to support myself and my girls. Then I’m also thankful for the opportunities to explore other things in life.

Thanks for the great story! I imagine slavery could have a huge impact on sex workers, with most men preferring the wanton behavior of slaves, and the economics of slavery making it difficult for free women to compete. With strippers or brothel workers, where English language skills might not be a top priority, a sex worker would really be competing against the world.

A lot of people frown upon giving a slave expensive jewelry. Slave girls are naturally jealous and competitive, and the thinking is it's better to give them barefoot sandals or cheap slave beads and let them compete amongst themselves for those. Particularly in areas where slaves are regarded as livestock, it would be like putting diamond earrings on a cow or a monkey.

I had never considered slaves for active duty military. Would they have slaves available for the troops, or in the officer's club? Would the USO provide the service? Might a wife try to sneak into see her husband by pretending to be a USO slave? So many possibilities with your great world building!

imreadonly2 wrote: Sat Dec 06, 2025 1:42 am Thanks for the great story! I imagine slavery could have a huge impact on sex workers, with most men preferring the wanton behavior of slaves, and the economics of slavery making it difficult for free women to compete. With strippers or brothel workers, where English language skills might not be a top priority, a sex worker would really be competing against the world.

A lot of people frown upon giving a slave expensive jewelry. Slave girls are naturally jealous and competitive, and the thinking is it's better to give them barefoot sandals or cheap slave beads and let them compete amongst themselves for those. Particularly in areas where slaves are regarded as livestock, it would be like putting diamond earrings on a cow or a monkey.

I had never considered slaves for active duty military. Would they have slaves available for the troops, or in the officer's club? Would the USO provide the service? Might a wife try to sneak into see her husband by pretending to be a USO slave? So many possibilities with your great world building!

I think the USO shipping out a shipment of slaves to the homesick troops would be a good morale booster.
It made me think of the playboy bunny scene in Apocalypse Now lol

The Soldier returns

I learned that Red would be back soon.
Hearing that sort of caught me off guard.
My thought process was that he’d tell me himself in a letter.

Maybe he was hoping to surprise me?

That could have been a real surprise thinking that possibly him and his buddies might stop off at the suck bar on there way home.
Or perhaps stumble into the strip club on slave night.

Those two possibilities could be an awkward conversation for a married couple.
I later got his letter informing me of this a couple of weeks after he returned home.

That’s just how mail is they at the post office ain’t perfect.
But luckily some of my girlfriends had better connections with other men at the base and they knew when the ship was coming in.

I got busy cleaning our apartment stocking up on food. And of course restocking the liquor cabinet and I got Red his favorite brand of beer chilling in the refrigerator.

I bought myself a new blue dress it was tight low cut and short enough to show off my sexy legs.
I chose to wear a pair of my stilettos.
Red hadn’t seen me in a pair of heels like that. I wore more conservative heels when he left. Maybe 3 or 4 inches at most.
These things I’m wearing now makes my calves just pop when I walk.

When I wear them out and about men just turn and stare. They just lust over my sexy body regardless of if I’m dressed or not.

I find myself turning into a real attention whore. I love getting notified. It just makes me horny as Hell to know a man I don’t even know to just crave my wet cunt.

As I dressed that morning I was nervous as Hell almost like a teenager on her first date. Especially as I buckled my collar around my neck.
Last thing I did was put the leash in my purse.

As I drove over to the base all I could think about was all the fun we had before he left. Me being naked on leash being led around in public my my master.

The ship was in sight as I joined my anxious girlfriends and many families for sure this was a joyful experience.

“ Nice collar Deb. I didn’t know you was into that? “

That’s what Lisa said she’s kind of dense. I mean I’m working a strip joint, suck bar and a glory hole also still teaching slave yoga. and she doesn’t know what I do?

I’m pretty open about what I do when at home I’m slave naked all the time and in collar. Lots of the neighbors and maintenance workers have caught me in that predicament.

Lisa lives two floors above me and doesn’t know this shit? That’s the true surprise to me.

The ship docks and they prepare everything so the men can come off.
Somehow in the huge crowd we find each other. Red leans me back we kiss passionately.
We then make our way away from the crowd as I lead him I feel his gaze taking in my gorgeous body as I strut like a naughty tramp in the red light district.

I take quick notice though that he sees me differently than he did before. No longer am I the shy naive slave girl he rescued from rural Mississippi.
I’m now a woman. An educated one at that so says my GED.
Maybe I shouldn’t get to cocky about that? I know I’m not some rich professor with a PHD. Maybe later on I’ll have to see where two years of free community college takes me first.

Reds surprised that I’ve got my own car. I hadn’t yet shared that tidbit of information with him either.
I had to confess though that I burned the clutch up in his truck.
He took that news well as if it wasn’t a big deal. The truck had a lot of issues anyway.
He and some of his friends replaced the clutch then he sold the truck before his next deployment.

He wanted to know how I afforded the car?
I told him I’d been working.

I got mixed reviews on that subject. Reds a traditional man he believes the woman’s place is at home cooking cleaning and being barefoot and pregnant.

I told him I was just babysitting and cleaning houses.
Babysitting sparks another thought he wants kids. He’s said that in his letters.
I’m not sure about that yet but whenever it happens I’ll deal with it.

Back to the car though he says.

“ I would have picked a different one. These are sort of dangerous. “

“ The lady I bought it from says it’s a bomb on wheels. But she swears her husband is trying to kill her. “

Red laughs.

“ it’s not that kind of bomb. Supposedly if you get into an accident by somebody hitting you in the rear end it might blow up. “

“ Oh “
I said with thought.

“ It’s okay though it’ll get us around for a while. When I get some money saved up I’ll get us a new car. “

“ New car? “

I wondered to myself how that was gonna happen if I’m just a housewife?

I opened up the trunk and he put his large duffle bag in he looked at me noticing my collar.

“ I got something for you Honey. “

He quickly unzipped the bag and digs through all his stuff and pulls out a paper sack. From that he brought out a diamond studded slave collar.

“ Oh my goodness! “

I said with surprise covering my mouth with my hand my eyes wide open taking in the sparkling bling.
I knew exactly what this meant.

I quickly snatched off my high heels throwing them into the trunk. Then took off my dress.
Fast enough that it would impress the grouchy people that work in the slave processing centers.

I wasn’t wearing underwear I hate underwear. It’s just something to get in the way.
I took off my old collar then knelt and lifted my hair allowing my master to collar me with ease.

The collar felt good and looked great around my neck.
I then unzipped my purse and handed Red my leash.
He hooks it to my ring and leads me to the hood of my pinto and bends me over.

He quickly dropped his pants. I hear gasps from women taking in my husband’s large thick cock.

“ He’s all mine you bitches! “
I said to myself as I felt him lining up. The head of his cock slides along my slit and sinks into me.

I toss my head back and groan loudly feeling my walls being stretched.

Believe it or not despite all the cocks I’ve sucked and jerked off. And let other men play with my tits and finger or cup my pussy.
I’ve not truly been fucked since Red left. So in a small way I saved my cunt just for him.
Being fucked right there in the moment was better than the first time.
Probably cause I know what to expect and how to perform.
Like I said earlier I’m a woman now and I know how to please a man especially when he’s my own.

My orgasm comes on fast and hits hard.
I squeal out loudly drawing even more attention to myself.

All around I see the watching growing crowd get larger and larger.
I mean it’s not just a few there are probably thousands judging by the crowd plus the soldiers from the ship.
At the club I loved my audience and me getting fucked right there in the parking lot I had the biggest audience yet and I loved every second of it.
I wanted them all to take notice and see this slave girl get fucked.

Red didn’t disappoint me either he just going going and going almost as if we both were running a marathon.
Eventually I knew those big balls that slapped against my cunt was gonna drain.
I felt him pulsing inside me. His grip around my waist tightened my cunt tightened around his cock as he blows filling my womb with his hot spunk. My body drawing it further up into me.

Yes pregnant I’ll become if he keeps breeding me like this.
Once it was all done we got this huge round of applause.
I definitely took that in, I was thriving on that kind of shit.

My legs wobbled as I held to the car. I collapsed weakly into the passenger seat.
As we drove away the cum that was leaking from my cunt I wiped with my hand and licked it.

Back at our apartment just inside the door I stripped Red down and sucked him till he was hard enough to perform again.

He snatched me up from the floor throwing me over his shoulder like a cave man would do with his woman. Carries me to the bedroom throws me onto the bed and on top of me he comes.
We fuck the rest of the afternoon and long into the night.

Next morning

Red was up before me. I was awakened by the smell of brewing coffee along with bacon eggs and toast.

“ Hey that’s my job! “
I pointed out with surprise.

“ I just thought I’d let you sleep in. “

He had my plate fixed and ready for me. I eased into my chair with a smile on my face.

He pushed the morning newspaper over towards me. Then took a sip of coffee as I analyzed the black and white picture that made up the front page story.
The headline red.

War hero comes home to a hero’s welcome.

“ See anybody in that picture you recognize? “

“ Oh my God!…That’s us??? “

Red laughs taking in my shocked reaction.

We ate our breakfast together and had a smoke afterwards.

As the good slave wife I am I quickly got up and started cleaning things up.

Red gets up and goes into the living room. He spots my record player and growling record collection. And starts going through them. I had a Deep Purple record. Golden earring lots of Rolling stone records. I may have had Led Zeppelin 1 then also. I even had that doors record that had that horrible long song at the end.

My back was to Red as I was busy washing dishes.

“ I thought I married a country girl? “

My heart sank as I noticed the unpleasant attitude that he said that with.

I bit my lower lip and thought.

So badly I wanted to blurt out.

Those are just for work Honey.

But what does rock and roll have to do with babysitting and cleaning houses?

I do love country music. But at a strip club? I just don’t think that Conway Twitty and Loretta Lyn fits that atmosphere.

Red noticed my large growing collection of high heels also.

“ That’s a lot of shoes for a barefoot country girl? “

He again puts me on the spot.
But he also never complains when I wear them either.

In hindsight I think he knew. But he didn’t press me on it either.
I lied to him and he let me lie.

Yes I feel guilty just as I should. But also I knew things he didn’t share with me either.
Like what about the brothels? In Saigon?
What about those Vietnamese whores that stand around on the streets and say

Fuck…Fuck for a dollar?

Don’t tell me you’re fighting the war all the time. They give you time off from time to time.
You’re spending that time with somebody?
And one thing that’s certain is is it is not with me.

Yeah I might have been raised to just be a dumb slave girl but I’m not that dumb.

Walking at my masters side

I know Red always says that I’m a wife and not a slave in his eyes anyway.
Becoming him becoming a master is also an adjustment.
I’m in my own way teaching him.

In our living room he asks me.

“ You want to go for a walk? “

I smile and eagerly nod my head.

“ You want to go out naked? “

Again I smile and nod.

“ Let me get dressed then. “

The bedroom door is open I watched him take off his robe.
From behind I see his low hanging balls. As he turns moving towards the dresser I see his cocks not completely soft it’s erect enough that it’s got that nice bounce to it as he moves about taking a pair of service issued green briefs from the dresser drawer and puts them on.

I resist the urge to interrupt yes I could easily go in and kneel before him, pull those briefs down and suck him up to full mass. But instead wait, knowing the reward will be much better later.

He quickly gets dressed I’m still in my new diamond studded collar and I can’t wait to get out in public to show it off.

He then hooks the leash back to my collar out the door we go down the two flights of stairs out the breezeway and across the parking lot.

California weather is perfect it’s mid 70’s in temperature low humidity if any at all. Much different from Mississippi where you just pour sweat in a matter of minutes. There’s a gentle breeze blowing in from the ocean. It’s sunny and just right for a morning walk.

I feel the urge that nature is calling. I tug slightly at the leash towards a grassy area where the pets go.
Red loosely holds my leash giving me enough slack to squat and pee. Then poop Oh the looks I’m getting from many as they watch me with shocked looks.

I’m also getting a curious look from a blonde retriever dog it tilts its head and stares me down with wonder as I deposit my morning poop.

When finished Red hands me a baggie to clean up my mess. Then he hands me a wipe so I can wipe my rear end then another to wipe my hands.

After which I throw everything into a nearby trash can and off we go.
We converse just as any husband and wife would as we cheerfully walk along.

Others notice and walk up. I get quiet and don’t speak as Red converses with them.
The most often subject that comes up is.

She is such an obedient slave?….Where did you get her???

They then talk about slaves they have had in the past and how it just wasn’t working out for them.

“ I got my slave from Mississippi.”
Red would say proudly.

He’d then explain that you have to go to the deep south to get yourself a good slave. Preferably from out in the country. A city slave is a different animal all together.

I of course just smile and nod unless directly addressed for my input.

As I sort of touched on earlier California slave laws are relaxed to almost nonexistent. For the good or the bad of it slaves have rights and choices that many states don’t especially the Deep South.

Here there is no slave control patrolling the streets to pick up strays like stray dogs or cats.
And California doesn’t allow the bounty hunters to come in to retrieve runaways either.

Only after I learned to read is where I learned that. Reading is a valuable skill a smart slave needs to educate herself to keep herself safe.

In other states like those in the south and many others when a valuable slave gets away they will contract with bounty hunters to hunt them down and bring them back.
Lots of that can be a traumatic experience getting whipped used and told exactly where your place is. Then you’ll get punished from your owner when your returned.

Even though California is the way that it is. I’ll still be looking over my shoulder in fear of bounty hunters for the rest of my life.

As we continue are walk through a park filled with playground equipment.
I lead Red over to some pull up bars.

He lets my leash go then jumps up to the bar and cranks out 20 pull ups with perfect form almost as if it’s nothing.

He lets the bar go and stands beside me catching his breath.
He looks surprised as I take a few steps back then run and launch my 5’’0 body upwards towards the bar I grab it and hoist myself upwards above it touching my chest to the bar. I let myself down then do two more. Then let myself do a dead hang from it.

I feel his strong hands around my toned waist.

“ You ain’t done yet! “
He barks like a marine at me.

He then lifts my body above the bar again.

“ Now slowly control yourself downward. “

He says teaching me the negative pull up.
He lifts my body again to do two more.
Then lets me go I hang on the bar as long as I can stand it before dropping back onto my feet.

The look of pride on his face was intoxicating to me. That’s the look I loved from him gaining his approval of anything I do in life is all that I desired.

At that time I was in the best shape physically in my life. My tummy was toned my arms and shoulders strong with a slight muscular look when I flexed. My legs also looked amazing.

Soon we were back at our apartment I unrolled my yoga mat and dropped down and did 10 pushups.

“ Keep going! “
He said in a demanding tone making me go until I couldn’t lift myself any more.

“ Do them everyday just as I do. Challenge yourself to do more. “

During our time together he’d coach me with my push-ups sit ups and pull ups.
And I’d show him my yoga routine.

He for sure was entertained by them but never would try them. I guess at the time yoga may not have been a very manly exercise.

But right there in our living room he’d strip down and we had some of our best sex on my yoga mat.

For the next six weeks Red was off duty we’d travel some I’d take my clothes with me but much preferred to reman slave naked at his side.
I loved getting the looks by the truckers that passed us on the freeways.
I know they liked what they saw cause they’d be on their CB’s telling many of the others. Who would soon be passing us.

I’d put my feet up on the dash spread my legs and finger my self for them.

Red could have easily pimped me out at a truck stop and made a lot of money but at the time he preferred to keep me to himself.
He was a pretty good judge of character and probably didn’t want some fat slob to give me just that two minute special that I’m known for describing when not satisfied sexually.

Then came the school busses that passed us on the roads the horny teenage boys went wild when they saw me.

Red would just laugh when he saw their reactions.

Back to duty.

After our six week vacation Red reported back to base. Again for me it’s just like a man going to work every day.
On the weekends though he’d invite some of the men over. He encouraged me to cook for them. Saying they wanted southern cooking.
Being from where I’m from I know one thing deep frying everything with real lard.

Yeah fried chicken back eyed pees turnip greens fried taters and corn bread.
Then comes the pork. As a slave I waste nothing.Cause back as a slave during holidays we’d slaughter the hog. Boss momma and Jeb got the best parts the slaves got the scrap.

For Reds buddies he brought over some of them were black and I held nothing back by treating them to the chitins the stomach ears, feet and the hog jaw.
And ox tail.
Best compliment I ever got was.

It’s just like momma cooked it.

We’d all be as full as ticks. You know that feeling you get after the third helping when you get that heathy bogged down feeling as your arteries are clogging up with all that fat?

After a much needed nap in our living room I’d be awaken by about 10 horny young marines being the only woman in the room they’d all use me for hours.
And I thought Red had a big cock? I was surprised that his black friends was even bigger!

Yeah I got my holes all stretched out to the max that night. They made me come over and over until I just passed out.

The next day Red let me sleep until noon. I was grateful that he carried me to bed and covered me up.
I got up needing to go to the bathroom getting out of bed my legs buckled I collapsed right in the floor from the pain from being used so much.

Red rushed in helped me back up then on to the toilet. He turned on the hot water drawing me a hot bubble bath to relax in.
As I soaked he brought me a glass of bourbon and a cigarette.

He always knew what to do for me in my time of need.
After my bath he helped me back to bed and gave me a much needed massage.

Later he’d cook supper and brought it to me in bed.

After a few days I recovered from the Saturday night gang bang and the next Saturday night he brought his married couples over and we had a swingers party.

It was definitely good times for us all.
But as things always go all good things must come to an end and probably 6 or so weeks later he got his orders and it was soon to be back to the damn war.

Another tear jerking good bye I cried with all the other wives and families watching the ship depart.
For me it was back to community college and working the strip club.

It was probably a month or so later I was stopped in my tracks with sudden bouts with morning sickness.

“ No it’s not! “
I’d first say to myself in denial. But as a woman I know what this is, it’s a mother’s instincts. As a slave I knew the misery that comes with it. After all I’d helped many babies into the world but now it was me it was my turn to go through it.
I knew nothing of doctors hospitals or clinics. The only doctor that ever examined me was the one that the lawyer sent me to when I was getting my paperwork. That physical I got I was never impressed with.

Finally after days of struggle with my emotions morning sickness and the baby or babies I had growing within me I conversed with the lady next door that’s always helped me. I was torn about what to do? And wasn’t sure if I was ready.

“ Deb if you’re not ready there is a way to fix it. “
She told me knowing where young girls go to fix this problem.

Of course that’s not legal nor was it safe. It was in the news where young women would die in some back alley place assured by some jerk he could help her terminate her pregnancy.

“ No! “

Was my answer to that offer no way I could live with myself for doing it. Red himself told me many times he wanted children despite how I felt at the time loving my dancing career I was building I knew that was gonna be put on hold.

The lady though gave me the number to her doctor and I called and made myself an appointment. A few days later in his office and after examining me he was 100% sure I was pregnant.

With that news I wrote Red and Cheryl telling them the news.

They both were thrilled and excited for me. My body was changing fast there was no way I could work in the condition I was in. I tried a couple of times to work the glory hole with my pregnant belly hid behind the wall. But it just wasn’t the same. Again those motherly instincts let me know this wasn’t right.

I continued on with my studies hoping that my water wouldn’t break in class cause I doubted seriously if there was anyone there that could help.

As the weeks passed people started giving me gifts. Mostly baby clothes blue for boys pink for girls. I made up my mind that if I had a girl I’d raise her slave naked so I gave the girl clothes away.

Cheryl flew in to be with me during the last couple of weeks. It was wonderful having her around despite her bossing me around.

“ Your not wearing a bra? “

“ No I haven’t been wearing a bra!…Haven’t you been watching Tv women have been burning their bras! “
I pointed out.

She did though liked my she collection.

“ Wow Deb your so daring? “

I didn’t let it slip though that I’d been working the jiggle joint. Back home that’s what they like to refer to a strip club as.

I knew the time was growing close my water broke I bent over in pain Cheryl was right with me helping me down the stairs and into the car. Luckily she’d lived here before also and she knew how to get to the hospital driving my Pinto like a bat out of Hell to get there.

“ Be careful! “
I warned her fearing that she’d get us into a wreck and blow us up.

Luckily that didn’t happen but she cussed a lot and blew the horn.

“ Get the fuck out of my way!…I got a pregnant mom here! “

She’d yell out the window.

She parks outside the ER running inside barefoot hollering that I need a doctor.
A team of men rush outside with a rolling bed. They help me up on it through the doors we go. I see the bright lights above Cheryl running beside me holding my hand as we crash trough double doors down another hall then another.

“ You’re gonna be all right Deb. “
I heard Cheryl yell as the doctors wouldn’t let her into the room.
They had me on another bed and off came my top and on came this hideous ugly gown.

“ I’d rather be naked! “

“ No!…No…No! You’re wearing the gown! “
The nurse argues.

My bare feet is up into the stirrups. Doctors down at my crotch. Damn gown and sheets over my knees so I can’t see what he’s doing but I feel his hands up inside me examining me.

“ There is more than one! “
He blurts out with excitement.
I feel the cramping pain that directs me to push. Moments later the first baby girl comes.

This one I named Crystal. Going by the name on one of the nurses name tags on her green scrub top.

Doctor hands her over to a nurse she cleans her up then puts her on a scale.
Doctors back between my legs.

“ This one ain’t ready! “

“ What??? “
I yelled back at him.

They roll me into another room to wait and wait. Cheryl comes in to try to comfort me.
Minutes later an older black nurse comes in with the suggestion that I get up and walk. That some times brings things alone faster.

They get me up off the bed. I immediately take my gown off.

“ No you have to wear that! “
The nurse insisted she looks at Cheryl for explanation.

“ She was a slave. “
Cheryl said to her in a whisper.

“ Where y’all from? “
She asked in her own southern accent and obviously noticed Cheryl’s.

“ We from Mississippi. “

“ Oh okay I’m from Arkansas. Long way from home ain’t ya? “

“ My brothers a Marine this is my sister in law. “
Cheryl explained.

“ So the daddy is over seas right now? “

“ Unfortunately “

They had me up back in the gown. Nurse ties it in a knot so I can’t easily get it off.

“ Honey you got to just go with the pain. We all been there. “

So badly I wanted to name this baby misery. I felt little hands and feet just brawling inside me. Missing her twin I assumed. She was for sure torturing me. Just as she would for the rest of my life.
17 hours later we give up on natural child birth if I could have gotten myself a knife I would have done it myself.

Surprisingly they put an Iv in my hand said this stuff would make me relax. I was then rolled into an operating room where they put this thing over my mouth a few breaths later I was out.

Later when when awake in a room a nurse brings me my babies. Both were identical with red hair. The same color of mine and their fathers.

Cheryl was at my side watching as I held them both to my breasts offering them what they craved.

“ What you gonna name them Deb? “

“ Crystal Lyn and Misery. “

“ Now Deb you can’t put that on her birth certificate! “

I thought for a moment and decided on Misty Laine.

“ Misty Laine “
I said to Cheryl and the nurse.

Soon after there first feeding. Cheryl takes them and introduced herself to them as their aunt. After a few minutes the nurse returned and took them away. Cheryl said she needed a break and took off to get herself something to eat and call Jack of course to give him the good news.

I took myself a much deserved nap while Cheryl went back to the appointment for a nap for her own along with a shower.

She comes back hours later with blue baby clothes and a puzzled look on her face.

“ Deb hasn’t anyone given you some baby clothes for girls? “

“ Yeah but I gave them away. “

“ Okay there has to be a logical explanation for this? Why did you give the girls baby clothes away? “

“ Because I want to raise them slave naked like I was. “

Oh the horrific look on her face she gave me as she processed what I just said.

And then the rage that followed.

“ No!….No!….And Hell No!…You are not enslaving your babies! They are gonna wear clothes and they’re gonna have childhood that’s much better than the one you had! “

“ Yeah but? “
I said trying to interrupt her rant.

“ Debrah the answer is No! I will not let you do that to them! And that’s final! If they want to be slaves when they grow up that will be their decisions! “

I sighed thinking about what she just said.

“ I’ll be back later. “

She leaves and goes shopping for baby clothes for my girls.

I spent almost a week in the hospital. Cheryl again stays with me about a month helping me with my babies. We get upgraded to a two bedroom apartment which is nice.

She helps with the move directing the men that actually did the moving I could tell they liked us or her at least since she spoke so elegantly with that long drawn out southern talk.
Her body wasn’t wrecked like mine was. They liked looking at her big boobs and sexy legs as she strutted around in her heels.

Oh so badly I missed doing that.
With the girls room all set up I put them down for a nap. I’d go into the bathroom and change my bandages in the doctor profession they referred to what I had done as a C section. Not just getting cut. It was sore and my cunt didn’t look good with that scar above it.
Though my backside looked awful with faded scars it bothered me more having one above my cunt. I worked hard at keeping my cunt looking nice.

Yeah I could grow a bush and hide the scar. Bush was gonna grow anyway for now as I heal up. As the days pass I find myself itching and fight the urge to scratch.

It’s never good to be seen scratching it gives the look you might have critters.
I couldn’t wait until I healed enough to shave down there. I wondered what men would think now when they see it. I know like any scar it will fade but now everyone that will see me naked might desire me as a MILF. So that’s gonna be another thing I’ve got to get used to.

Later after changing and giving the girls another feeding I find Cheryl in my bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror.
She’s got my collar on.
I quietly walk in behind her.

She jumps a little noticing my presence then starts taking it off.

“ No! Keep it on! Let’s see how you look? “

She turns towards me barefoot but still wearing her dress.

“ What you think? “

“ Take off your dress! “

I see her cheeks turn red with embarrassment.
That’s a sense I’ve never felt but I can tell it bothers her.

“ Go ahead it’s just me here with you. “

“ I know it just feels silly. “

Finally she turns her back and lifts the dress, it’s dropped to the floor.
I step towards her she jumps again feeling me unhook her bra. It slipped off her shoulders and down and off her arms.
Her breasts are big. Bigger than mine. From behind my hands come up behind her.

“ What are you doing to me? “

“ I’m doing to you what a slave gets done to her! “

Though I’m much gentle with my touch unlike men are.

Her nipples grow hard beneath my hands.

I hear her moan hungering for more.

“ Panties off! “
I said to her directly as I backed away.

She hooked her thumbs into her panties slipping them down she steps out of them. Still blushing.

I bend her over the dresser so she could get a good look at herself in the mirror.
I then smacked her ass hard.

“ How’d that feel? “

“ Felt good! “

I smacked her ass again many more times.

“ How about now?….Want more? “

“ Yes give me more! “

I then got one of Reds belts and I wore her out.

She cries almost like my girls do. With tears streaming down her face I stop and let her recover a little.

“ What about now? “

She wipes her eyes and says.

“ You made me cum by whipping my ass? “

I nodded and smiled.

“ That’s the thing a slave desires? “

“ You just felt it! “

Unfortunately my cunt was in no condition to play but my mouth felt just right. I led Cheryl by her arm leading her to my bed.

“ I don’t know Deb. “
She complains as I lay her back spreading her legs.

“ Shut up and enjoy it! “

I said going down on her. We looked at each other as I pleasured her.
This is one of those things I learned from our swinging escapades.

Going down on another woman ain’t exactly my thing but it feels good for the woman receiving it.
From the time I met her this woman has done so much for me, and will help me greatly in the future also. So I have to do something for her that’s more special than just saying thank you.

She continues to moan and play with her tits as I suck her swollen clit drawing the orgasm from her. Her body quivers I feel her wetness soak my face.

“ Oh Deb that felt amazing. “

From the other room I hear the girls awake stirring on there baby bed.
I smile at Cheryl after wiping my face.
Before leaving the room I open a dresser drawer and toss Cheryl my old collar.

“ You can have that one but the diamond one is mine.

After checking on my girls I returned to find Cheryl getting dressed with my old collar around her neck.

“ No stay naked! Learn to enjoy being naked. You got a beautiful body you should want to show it off. “

“ Show it off? “

“ Yeah that’s the true thrill of being a slave is showing it off. There is no embarrassment or shame when your raised slave naked. “

I could tell Cheryl was pondering that line but no way would I be allowed to raise my girls slave naked. She just wasn’t gonna go that far.

Every time we were alone in the apartment I insisted that she be in collar and naked.
I even coaxed her out onto the balcony hoping that she’d be seen and get a thrill out of being seen.

After a couple of weeks I felt I was making progress with her but unfortunately she had to go back home to Jack. She’d been gone for a month and needed to be with him also.

So for a while more it would be just me and my girls. Getting to know each other.
Even though they look identical I can tell there are some differences in personality.

Crystal is quiet and sweet and content with whatever.

Misty is a little demon she cries often and is temperamental to whatever I do to her. Especially when I leave her alone she’s clingy and unruly.

I could tell then this is gonna be the one that drives me crazy. And for sure she’ll be the one that gets her ass whipped.