StripSearch

Continuing from The California slave wife.

“ The Freer I become the more oppressed I feel. “

1969 - 1971

Not only am I trapped in bondage by my two rug rats. I’m also bound by the rules and customs that a free woman must conform to in a civilized society.

Examples

Makeup

Shape wear

Bras

Pantyhose

High heels

Cloths in general.

That’s 7 things right off the top of my head. I’m sure I’ll think of more but that’s enough that you’ll know the bulk of my complaints.

In a crowd I suppress my slave stink with Chenele #5 and Secret deodorant.
The desire to go slave naked is like a constant nagging sensation that I fight daily.
So bad I want to just strip it all off and walk freely through life naturally naked.
I mean animals don’t wear clothes why should we have to?

I spent this time paying my dues at learning to
be a mom. Along with all that goes with it the mom bod came with it.

Before my pregnancy I was 90 pounds ringing wet. I’m now pushing 120 pounds.
My tits and ass are getting big. My hips getting wide. And I’ve got this pleasantly plump belly that no matter how many sit ups I do just won’t shrink.

I had to drive out of town to find it but finally I found a Feed and seed that sold ACME brand slave kibble. Besides that I’m eating rabbit food meaning just salad.
For drinks I got hooked into this stuff called Tab. Just one calorie the commercial says and of course it’s always a blonde bimbo wearing a bikini that’s skinny as a rail advertising this shit.

If you give a slave a choice between getting her ass whipped or drinking a Tab I guarantee she’ll pick the whipped ass every time cause drinking that shit is just nasty.

I guess you all can tell I’m getting uppity just like an arrogant bitch. That’s what freedom does to women. I’m in desperate need for a real man to show me my place and put me in it.
Unfortunately my man is on the other side of the world fighting and hunting down some guy named Charlie. I learned about that shit by listening to the marines on base talk.

I know it ain’t the same Charlie that the hippie bitch I met that night I spent in jail cause that one is on death row for whatever that’s worth in California meaning that they won’t never kill his ass.
They need to move him to the south so they can fry his sorry ass in the electric chair.

But this other Charlie in Vietnam they need to hurry up find and kill that mother fucker cause this damn war is going on to damn long.
I need my man back!

Finally feeling restless I went back to the suck bar and the strip joint but my mom bod wasn’t paying me the tips that I’d gotten before.
At the strip club instead of being the headliner I thought I was gonna be I found myself dancing to the closing crowd of around 10 drunk guys.

I finished up my two years of free community college. Unfortunately that ain’t enough for a degree. I’d have to start paying for it to go further.
But I did learn a lot as far as business and accounting and what not.
I’m sure I’ll do something with that eventually.

At the time though I got into this Tv show called The Price is Right. I got into watching it daily and noticed some of the prizes consisted of an all expense paid vacation to Slave World.

Oh I got so excited watching those women win that prize. They’d strip everything off right there on Tv get collard and Bob Barker would be the first one to use them.

I knew then that’s just what I needed was a vacation to Slave world just 10 days or so enough time so I could recharge and focus more on my and my families future.

So me and some of my girlfriends got tickets and sat in on the show.
And it wasn’t long before Johnny the announcer yells out.

Deborah Jones Come on down!…You are the next contestant on The Price is Right!

And I did just as they all do I jumped up and down smiled and shoved my way through the crowd down to the podiums with 3 other contestants.

The first item to guess the price of was a Zenith Tv set. Remember these things were like a piece of furniture back then. It was like a cabinet of a thing with doors that slid close to cover the screen.
Of course they had a sexy girl modeling while showing the thing off to the Tv audience.

I just threw out a guess of $427.00 And I was the closet tithe actual price.
Remember that was a lot of money back then. But that was back when a dollar was actually a dollar unlike today when a dollar is probably closer to being worth what a nickel is.
Like $427.00 in today’s money is more normal to just paying your monthly power bill with.
Blame it all on your scum bag politicians they the ones that fucks everything up.

So I then get called up onto the stage with Bob to pick a prize behind one of three curtains.
So I picked curtain number three. And the curtains opened and Johnny informed me the audience and the nationwide Tv audience that my prize would be a new car.

It was a 1972 Cadillac Coupe Diville. Black with red interior.
No unfortunately it wasn’t my much needed vacation to Slave World but it was something I could use.

Yeah I can look like a real uppity high society bitch driving that.
I was thinking to myself.

So now I was faced with the stressful challenge of a putting green.
The object was guessing the price of about 10 grocery items. Or you had to put each item from lowest to highest in exact order by price. First wrong answer dictates where the ball is placed on the green.
Now I knew nothing about golf. But apparently Bob did cause he demonstrated on how to hit the little white ball along the green towards the hole.

I knew nothing of golf but I was a professional shopper. And I nailed every item putting them in exact order by price.
So I ended up with a 2 ft. Put.
I sunk that ball right into the hole and the entire place erupted into applause.

Of course I was a happy girl but a new car ain’t what I truly needed.

Good chapter, brings back old times, all except Slave World
unfortunately.

Back stage on The Price is Right.

Of course I spent several minutes checking out my new car.
Oh this thing was nice!,,,And luxurious. For sure I was gonna be a real big dog driving this land yacht around.

From there I had to sign all those important papers taking responsibility of it, and of course making arrangements to pay the taxes, title tag insurance.
Yeah it was quickly adding up.

Just like Milton Freeman used to say.

“ There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch. “

Yeah he had that shit right. By the looks I was getting from Bob he wanted me to pay a little favoritism to him to.
He’d had his eyes on me ever since I got called down.
Figuring that I might have a chance to be on Tv I dolled myself up pretty good.
Cheryl had been telling me that men take notice of a well dressed woman.
So I had my skirt on that showed off my hosed legs.
Like I stated earlier my tits had been growing pretty rapidly thanks to my little rug rats that had been sucking on them.

Yeah one of the burdens of being a mother.

But anyway I hadn’t upped my bra size yet. And the smaller bra just enhances them even more. They were so big it was like they just wanted to pop right out of it.

Of course I had my blouse unbuttoned enough to show a generous amount of cleavage.
And I noticed Bob couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts.

I thought back to those previous shows seeing those women strip on Tv and then see Bob use them first.

As I stood at the counter signing those papers I just felt my cunt come alive and start pulsing and juicing. My nipples grew hard I felt my slave heat building within me. My hosed feet started to moisten within the tight confines of my 5 inch leather stilettos.

“ Deborah you like the car? “

I jumped hearing his voice behind me.

“ Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. “

I then felt him place his hand on my shoulder just lightly and I just about creamed all over myself.
I mean this is Bob Barker talking to me? This guy was a big deal back in the day.

I just nodded with this stupid smile not knowing what to say.

“ Would you like to have a drink with me? “

Again I just nodded. He sort of showed me the way while his eyes just roamed my sexy dressed body.
Down a hallway and into a large executive type of office. Big desk with high backed leather chair.

“ Please have a seat. “
He said gesturing for me to sit on the couch that was against the wall.

Oh if those walls could talk. No telling how much sex had played out in that office.

I watched him walk over to his personal bar.

“ Scotch on the rocks okay? “

“ Oh yeah! “
I said eagerly.

He pours himself one then joins me on the couch sitting close to me.

“ So are you married? “
He knew I was cause he looked right at my ring when he asked. I took notice of his ring also.

“ Yes I’m married. “

“ Your husbands not with you? “

“ No he’s over seas in the war. “

“ Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Thank him for his service for me. “

“ I sure will. “

“ I’ll bet he’ll be surprised when he finds out you won this car? “

“ Oh yeah he’s been saving up to get us a new car. Right now I’ve been driving a Pinto. “

“ Oh this is a great day for you those are dangerous!”

“ Yeah that’s what people have been telling me. “

We both take a moment to sip our drinks.

“ You mind if I ask what was behind the other two curtains? “

“ Sure…Behind curtain number 1 was a years worth of Hamburger Helper. Curtain number 2 had a two
Week enslavement in London. “

My jaw dropped I had this shocked look
On my face.

“ What’s wrong? “

“ I wanted the enslavement so bad. “

“ You want to swap the car back for the enslavement? “

“ Yeah but I need the car to badly to give it up. “

Bob thinks for a moment.

Then looks at his watch.

“ I’ll tell you what. I’ll get you several tickets so you’ll have a chance to win an enslavement. But in the meantime I ain’t got to meet my wife for another hour. You could play slave right here. “

My eyes just lit up he could see my excitement. Instead of him demanding that I strip first he just jumped my bones getting my tits out sucking them both.

He was then on his knees between my legs. I
held up my skirt sitting on the edge of the couch legs spread wide. With no panties on he had easy access to just feast on my cunt.
When my orgasm hit I came so hard coming all over his face and down the front side of his leather couch.

He got up and dropped his slacks. I was on my back skirt up around my waist laying back on the couch he gets on top of me I’m looking up at my stilettos and stockinged legs up over his shoulders.

Though I would have rather he’d stripped me all the way down so I’d have that naked slave feeling as he fucks me.
In hindsight it was more like passionate office sex, not slave sex.
But I not gonna sweat the small stuff he fucked me good and got me off at least 3 times and I got to drive home in a new car so I ain’t complaining.

So do I wish that Bob would have treated me more like a slave? Than just a spontaneous affair?

No because he didn’t have it in him.
Let’s expand on that for a minute.
In my experience with men the most important characteristic a man can posses is strength.
Women always respect a strong man.

Men that are kind nice gentle caring. These are all personality flaws.
Mainly because all of those traits leads to one thing and that one thing is always weakness.

And a woman can spot that shit from a mile away. She will take advantage of him then exploit him. Dominate him then will destroy him.

Take for example the show here.
When a woman wins the prize of enslavement first thing that happens is their is at least 3 to 5 slave wranglers comes from back stage. And they’ll all do the dirty work while Bob Barker just stands there holding that stupid looking microphone with a goofy grin on his face.

He won’t partake in any of it until she’s in her most vulnerable position.
Then he will whip out his cock and stick it in whatever hole he chooses.

This is a bad look cause he should have been the one to put her in her place.
Example #2 will happen a few decades later when his own female employees who model and display all the merchandise that people win.
They file a frivolous lawsuit dragging his good name and CBS through the mud. Making him look like a fool in the press. Especially in those lie papers you read while standing in the checkout line at the grocery store.

So the lesson is if Bob would have shown strength while dealing with his female employees there would have been no way they would have done that shit cause they would have respected him.

I was though intrigued with the enslavement vacation thing so much that I exploded that finding out this in the industry is referred to as a Slavcation.

I discussed this with some of my girlfriends and they directed me to a travel agent they knew that specialized in slavcations.
So I stopped by her office to find out more.

Her name was Laura she was an attractive Brunette looked to be in her mid to late 20’s probably. She went on to inform me that there were lots of options for slavcations.

Such as Tombstone Arizona for people that like the old west theme.
For people that like the mountains there is Denver Colorado and Knoxville Tennessee.

New York City.

I frowned on that one.

New Orleans.

That shot a chill up my spine.
That was closer to home I’d be paranoid looking over my shoulder wondering if my already branded ass would be recognized.
But being bossed around by some raging Cajun in one of their sleazy brothels was definitely getting me hot.

Old Atlanta

Now this is a replica of town they built back after the damn Yankees burned it down.
It’s got that romantic Gone with the wind theme.

I imagined myself in antebellum style mansion lying on a big four poster bed with none other than the scoundrel Rhett Butler himself on top of me giving me the most awesome fuck.
Then out of the blue Scarlet O’Hara busts through the door.

“ Damn you Biotch! Can’t you at least knock first?

Rhett will say annoyed at her presence.

“ Oh Rhett….Oh Rhett. “

She falls to her knees begging him. To take her back .
He then dismounts me and swaggers over to her with my cunt juice running down his shaft.

He’ll then say that famous line.

“ Frankly darling I don’t give a damn! “

He’ll then slap her across the face and she’ll fall over onto the floor crying her eyes out as he will then confidently mount me again and finish me off.

“ Yes…Yes!…That’s the one I want!…Sign me up! “

“ Problem is Deb everything in the states is booked up for a year. “

I frown again crossing my arms across my chest.

Laura can tell I’m not happy.

“ I can put you on a waiting list in case there is a cancellation? “

“ I don’t know. “

Laura can tell I’m definitely not impressed. She starts shuffling through cluttered papers on her cluttered desk.

While asking.

“ What about overseas? “
She finds a paper quickly looking over it.

“ Would you be interested in the Soviet slave tour? It starts in Moscow then St Petersburg. Then on to Siberia. The whole thing takes about a year. “

“ I thought there was an iron curtain around the Soviet Union? “

“ Yeah but there are cracks in it just so the slaves can get back and forth. “

“ I didn’t know we traded slaves with the soviets? “

“ Oh all the time that’s why it’s called the slave trade.”

“ Is it safe? “

“ Deb my reputation is on the line. I’m not gonna send you no where where you will get hurt or be lost. That would make me and my company look bad. “

“ As intriguing as that sounds I can’t leave my kids for a year.
And Red would be furious with me he hates the Soviet’s! “

“ Yeah I can understand I hear that all the time cause of the war and all. “

Laura picks up another piece of paper.

“ What about a 4 night stay at a Tijuana brothel? “

“ Where is that? “
I ask making myself look like a total dumb ass.

Laura’s expression was of total shock of my ignorance.

“ Mexico it’s just south of the border. “

She turned and pointed to it on a map she had on the wall.
I could easily see that it was close.

“ How much is it gonna cost? “

“ $500.00 You’ll be a rental slave. That’s what they refer to slaves that’s on slavcations. “

As described earlier that was a lot of money back then but not unobtainable.
Of course I don’t want to get into Reds money. I don’t want him to find out.
I suppose if I have to I could either pawn or sell my Pinto it’s probably best I get rid of it anyway.

But another question does cross my mind.

“ What is the profit margin are they gonna make off me? “

I’m assuming Laura is just making commission of probably 10% so they are still paying her $450.00 for the slave.

I then get my answer.

“ That’s not your place to know! “

I find it interesting that I’m still in my clothes. Not in a collar and the line on the form that’s for my signature is still blank.
And she still won’t answer me that?

“ What you should be truly interested in though is what your body is truly worth? “

I felt myself getting a little moist hearing that one.
My pantyhose was definitely gonna have a damp spot in the crotch here soon.

“ You mean I’m gonna get to go to the block? “

“ Oh yeah you’ll go to the block many times. And when not on the block they are gonna work you hard in the brothel. “

I picked up the forms and started fanning myself feeling the heat coming on.

Laura smiles knowing she’s got me hooked by the way I’m starting to sweat.

“ How does it work? “

“ Oh it’s easy just have somebody drive you here on Monday morning around 9:30 should work. And I’ll drive you to my contact person who will arrange your transportation.

Then I’ll pick you up Friday afternoon between 3;00 and 5:00. “

“ Okay give me a chance to get up some money. And arrange someone to keep my kids. “

I thumb through the packet of forms that are neatly stapled together and spot the one with the legal jargon of fine print.

“ Would it be okay if I show these to my lawyer? “

“ Certainly Deb everybody that’s arranging a slavcation should do that. I promise though that everything is on the up and up, because as I said earlier my reputation is on the line.

“ Now don’t you worry that slavcation is always available and that price is guaranteed for the next 90 days so you take your time doing whatever you need to. “

I couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment get out of my clothes and just use my toys to pleasure myself imagining what I think my slavcation might be like.

The night before my Slavcation.

Just dropped the kids off first time in just over three years we’ve been apart.

Yes I feel guilt. It’s them damn motherly instincts kicking in again.
Cause I’m choosing my own desire over my children.

I’m sipping a glass of bourbon and taking on a joint, the lights are off Led Zeppelin’s Dazed and confused is playing on the record player. I’m naked in my comfy recliner.
This time tomorrow I’ll either be getting used or crammed in a kennel.

Yes but I want it! I got to know what it’s really like.

6:00 AM

I awake early take a shower shave everything legs, arms, under arms then my crotch. And do the best I can to shave my ass.
Yeah not having a slave sister to assist makes this a challenge.

Though shorts and a tee shirt would be more appropriate for an enslavement adventure. I can’t get Cheryl’s voice out of my head telling me to dress up, cause that’s what men want to see.

I know she’s right. Cause I get totally different reactions from men when I’m dressed up compared to when I’m just casual.
I like the attention I get from men when they notice me.

My tits have gotten so big and heavy it feels it’s a necessity to wear a bra.
I then put my pantyhose on. A snug pencil skirt that shows off my sexy hosed legs and a thin white blouse. And of course my black five inch stilettos complete my look.

The forms are sitting on the kitchen table. The envelope that has $500.00 cash laid right next to it.

Yes I sold the Pinto. Some married couple bought it for their 16 year old daughter to have a car to go to school and back with. I had money left over that I banked away for a rainy day.

I decided to ride the bus instead of trying to get a ride. I didn’t want the awkward conversation with any of my friends. I told the lady keeping the kids I had a family emergency back home.

Yeah that’s a real lie their cause back home is a place I never want to go.
I told my girls that to. I mean they might be getting to that age that they remember shit.
Years from now I don’t want the conversation coming up about my vacation to slave world.

Im sitting on the bus glancing down at my hosed legs and high heels knowing I’ll be slave naked for the next four days.
What’s gonna become of my clothes and purse?

Is it like being at the county jail? Where they store your stuff for you?

So yeah I was a little concerned. I mean it is my stuff though my body will be rented out.

Again I wonder what the profit margin this place makes?

Bus stops I’m close enough I can walk the next block to Laura’s office.
I get off the bus and head that way.

Yes I’m nervous as Hell. I fight the urge to turn back and forget about the whole thing.
But no I’m gonna be. brave and step through into the unknown.

As I walk through the doorway of Laura’s office. I notice her smile and how her eyes light up.

“ Hi I see you decided to do it? “

I smiled back and handed her the envelope that held her cash.
She opened it up counted it out, then wrote me out a receipt.

Last but not least was the paperwork. I hadn’t signed it yet. I took it from my purse unfolding it and laying it on Laura’s desk.
She handed me one of those gold colored Cross pens sort of a fancy type pen that business people Cary around.

My fingers trembling as I took it and scribbled out my signature onto the line at the bottom.

I decided not to see a lawyer about the fine print. For some reason I liked the mysterious feeling of not knowing what might or might not come with this adventure.

Laura took the form and signed her name onto a line. Along with dating it.
She then pulled the staples out and ran the pages through a copy machine.
There would be three copies.

She hands me one copy after stapling the pages back to gather.

“ This copy is for your records. Put it in your purse. “

She explained that the next copy would be in a file for her office.

The last copy she held up and explained.

“ This copy is your BOL it’s going with you. I know as a slave you have no control but keep your eyes on this. It must be with you when you come back across the border. “

I nod that I understand.

“ Okay it’s done. Ready to get going? “

I just nodded and followed her outside getting into her car. I rode in silence I mean what do you suppose to say on the way to your enslavement?
I mean it is my choice.

The drive wasn’t long though I wasn’t hand cuffed or shackled it felt in a way like a ride to prison. It might be hours away like I am right now I’m dressed for court knowing the strip down is coming soon. In a way that’s what an enslavement feels like.
But again this is my choice.

Laura pulls into a parking lot of a Mexican restaurant.

“ This is where you’ll be processed. “

I gulp in hearing that.

“ Oh and don’t drink the water while you’re in Mexico! “

She sort of made that point in a way that I’d regret drinking the water if I did.

This sort of had a shady or sleazy feel to it. I felt the Mexican restaurant was just a front for the brothel or slave thing.
It was still somewhat early I wasn’t hand cuffed surprised that the restaurant was already open judging by the cars that were parked around it.

We walk inside of course I know no one but they all know Laura. And they know the women that come in with her are slaves.

I fell everyone’s eyes are on me, checking me out, sizing me up. Undressing me with their eyes.
A chill goes up my spine as my eyes meet with this Latino man with a thick mustache his smile is almost evil.
His eyes follow me all the way to the bar where Laura leads me.
Sitting at the bar I have my last drink and cigarette.

The Latino man walks up sitting next to me at the bar.

Laura spoke fluent Spanish of course I know none and is completely felt out of the conversation.

The man basically just gave me the creeps but what else would you expect under the circumstances?

He smiles as his fingers move towards my neck feeling as if he’s examining me or measuring me for my collar.

His eyes move gazing down my blouse taking in my sexy cleavage.

He then looks away for a moment strumming his fingers onto the bar.

“ Hurry up!…You don’t want to keep him waiting! “
Laura says in a whisper.

So I then take the last draw from my cigarette. Then guzzle down my drink. I get off the bar stool following the Latino man towards an office Laura followed behind me.

We go through a doorway the office is small and cluttered the man doesn’t bother to close the door. Many in the restaurant move so they can see into the office.
My back is to them. I’m facing the Latino man who sits behind the desk.

Laura hands him my BOL he puts on his bifocals and reads over the forms then looks me up and down.

While doing so my two handlers come into the office and stand directly behind me.

Of course Laura and the man converse in Spanish so do my handlers behind me.

I hear them both laugh. Though I don’t know Spanish but my intuition tells me that they are calling me a stupid American Cunt.

“ Desnudarse “
He says to me leaning back in his chair with a smirk on his face.

“ He wants you to strip down now. “
Laura tells me.

I then gulp and sigh.

From behind one of my handlers sets a cardboard box onto the desk. He then stands to my side facing me.

Laura sees me glance down at my feet. For some reason I feel I should take my shoes off first.

“ Strip down means top first Deb! “
Laura tells me.

Makes sense I suppose.
So I unbutton my top pulling it from where it’s tucked into my blouse.
I then slip it off to hand over to the man, who sort of just wadded it up and placed it into the box.
I’m there in my bra before I have a chance to slip
the straps down my shoulders I feel a man’s hands pulling at my clasp pulling my bra back away from me as if he’s pulling a sling shot back.

Finally it’s unhooked and my big tits fall free, as I quickly slip the straps down and off my arms, the bra is tossed into the box.

This guy ain’t playing around I don’t even get a chance to unzip the back of my tight black pencil skirt.

I hear the zipper then feel the snatch and my skirts in the floor at my feet. I hear the jingling of mens belt buckles behind me. I feel there eyes taking in the look of my pantyhose’d ass.

I feel a man’s hands at my crotch and hear my pantyhose rip apart At my side I see Laura looking on as one of the me. Comes in close behind me. I feel his cock slide into me. He starts fucking me.

I’m not even collard yet?

And still in my heels? And whatever will be left of my pantyhose.

But the papers are signed so I guess everything is fair game.

The restaurant gang bang

This was a total surprise getting used so quickly. Guess some men are anxious being that I wasn’t even given a chance to get slave naked.

I was wet though his cock slid into me real easily. It feels good to.
Laura’s to my left looking on but I can tell she’s anxious to go judging how she’s checking her watch and tapping her foot.

To my right I see another man looking on, glancing over my shoulder I see more men anxious men some of them all ready with their cocks out.
I never thought a restaurant would be the appropriate place for this.

I guess though at least it’s not in the kitchen. I mean what would the health department inspector say if he walked in on this?

Are these men paying somebody rent for my services?
I thought I’d at least get a chance at the block first? I feel the man come deep inside me.
He slips out.

Another man steps up to take his place.
Laura interjects herself between us arguing with the man in Spanish.

She turned towards me.

“ Hurry up! If you want to keep your heels and hose? I can’t hold them off much longer! “

I quickly kicked off my shoes and pulled down and off my pantyhose.
Laura dropped down and scooped everything up.

Skirt shoes and pantyhose don’t know why I should be concerned with them being now that they were ripped right in the crotch.

I glanced over watching Laura throw my things into the cardboard box that said Miller High Life on the side of it.

With the box in her hands she looks at me one last time.

“ I’ll pick you up Friday afternoon. Enjoy your slavcation! “

She said hurrying out of the small office and out the front door of the restaurant.

I couldn’t help but notice that she ran off as if she was scared of these men.

I then found myself spun around and laid across the cluttered desk. Another man mounts me while another stands next to my head his cock pushed into my mouth.
He tasted good I discovered some Latino men have a unique smell and taste about them that white men don’t.
His cock long enough that it just continuously bumps the back of my throat.
Don’t know if I’m annoyed by this or not. Or why I should even bother to care. Another man who is stripped from the waist down climbs up straddles my body. His cock was long enough that as I with my hands squeezed my big tits around his cock I watched his cock head as it eased in and out of the hood of his forsaken.

That was another thing I noticed about foreign men was that lots of them wasn’t cut like American men were.

It wasn’t long before long dick guy shoots off. I hear him laugh as he coats my face with his cum.
It didn’t take me long to realize that every man in the establishment was gonna get a piece off me.
I did my best to impress them by being a willing participant.
I mean what else could I do?

After being rode hard for probably at least a couple of hours every man seemed satisfied and had either left or was sitting around the bar having a drink.

I could have used a good strong drink to wash the cum down my throat but as a slave I don’t feel bold enough to ask. And they damn sure didnt bother to offer.

Then I was forced to kneel I lifted my hair so the collar could securely be put on.
It was black leather and felt good and secure when he buckled it on.
A small padlock was then added so I couldn’t get it off if I tried.

After my collar a red ball gag was crammed into my mouth it to was buckled securely behind my head.
I was then dragged back up onto my feet only to have my wrists cuffed with restraints. Someone then knelt and shackled my ankles.
The chain was somewhat short in length so I sort of shuffled myself along naked through the restaurant and out into the parking lot into the bright sunlight.

The asphalt felt warm to my feet fortunately it wasn’t hot summertime yet. I was led to a pickup truck that had a kennel in it waiting for me. I placed my cuffed hands onto the bed of the truck then lifted my knees and crawled along and into the kennel someone behind me closed and locked me in.

I look to my right seeing that my BOL was stuffed into this plastic baggie thing that was attached to the kennel.

Two men got into the truck it cranked up loud Latino music played from their radio. As he drove from the parking lot and up onto the road.
A few blocks later we were south bound heading towards the border.

Below the border.

As I continued my ride crammed in my kennel my ass facing the traffic behind us. I don’t know if it was intentional or not but the tailgate was down so whoever was directly behind us got a perfect view of my ass and a pretty good look at my pussy from the back.

This was pretty exciting being that I love being naked anyway.
But as you can imagine it’s one thing to be naked at the club, suck bar or even in the back dingy hallway of the XXX store.
You know where you go in those little booths to watch movies?

I’ve been known to strip if theirs enough men there to entertain myself with. I’d kneel and service them.

But in all these places they sort of attract men or people in general a certain type of clientele.
Sort of the shady sleazy types.

But naked in a kennel going down the highway that’s different everybody gets to see you.
As you can tell I’m kind of thrilled by this.
Lots of people honk and yell dirty comments at me.

It really helps my self esteem. Cause I ain’t never really thought of myself as hot.
You know the types that do?
Usually those spoiled uppity bitches that spend a fortune on their hair makeup and clothes. And brag about being in some sorority at college or being in the country club.

Yeah I damn sure don’t fit in with them but you know them when you see them.
At a red light theirs a car full of college boys inquiring to my handlers about me.
I see he gave them a business card with the address of the brothel where I’ll be staying.

Again I’ll be honked at by the truckers and boys on school busses just go wild at the sight of me.
It wasn’t easy in the kennel. Mainly because my hands were cuffed and the kennel was small but I was able to adjust myself just enough to rub one out as we got closer to the boarder.

Of course everything slows to a stop while boarder agents checked ID’s and randomly searched vehicles.

Of course me being a naked slave caught their attention also.
My BOL gets checked first thing.
My handlers are then told to park then get me out and walk me inside this building which they did.

Air conditioning was on my nipples grew hard real fast. The floor was clean and felt cool to my bare feet. I was taken into a room away from my handlers where my gag was removed.
And I had sort of an interview.

They wanted to know if I was a slave at my own free will? Or had I been kidnapped and forced into it?

I told them up front that I was on my slavcation and I really needed to get going.

They seemed skeptical of my answer as they had me stand against the wall for a couple of full body mugshots.

I’ve learned since they do this so they’ll have photos of every American slave crossing the boarder. Just in case something goes off the rails and they have to go hunt for them us or me.

I tried to assure them that I was good with this but neither of the two was convinced until I was on my knees sucking them off.
After that they let me get back on my way.

On into Tijuana we go passing all the tourist trap shit. Then on past the fine homes and business district.
The further we went the rougher the place looked.
I was sort of surprised at how run down it was. Being that the Mexicans in the states do such good work in construction. Cleaning houses and landscaping shit.

It’s obvious they don’t do nothing hear this place was a real dump once you get past everything they want you to see.

I mean people pick on Mississippi and Alabama for being impoverished?
Hell we a lot better off than these people are!

Truck stops and parks outside this old looking building. It did have a crowd most of the noise was coming from the back of the place.

They get me out of my kennel I was relieved to see they got my BOL paperwork I worry someone might steel them and try to pose as me to get into the US.

No pavement I’m walking on desert sandy type shit with rocks tumble weed and that brushy shit that grows out in the desert.

The place has a dirty kind of look to it. It reminds me of those spaghetti westerns that Clint Eastwood played in.
Like A Fist full of dollars and a few dollars more.
Shit like that if you know what I mean?

I was brutally shocked at how this pack of unruly Chihuahuas yapping and nipping at my feet and legs as I passed.

In to the brothel I was led downstairs was like a restaurant and bar. Upstairs is where the slaves take care of the men.

I was relieved to see my paperwork was taken into another small cluttered office where I was again closely scrutinized.
Mainly by getting my tits groped and having their fingers shoved up my cunt.

Everyone spoke Spanish so I didn’t understand a word of it. By the yank of the leash I’m taken out back to wait my turn at the block.

It for sure was a festive crowd lots of cheering going on in the audience.
I looked over my competition most looked native to Mexico or countries of that region of the world. Making me the only redheaded American dumb ass there at the time anyway.

I sort of hopped that would give me an edge on getting price up higher than them.

Such a fine story thank you for sharing it.

I patiently waited my turn at the block.
The process moved fast.
As the auctioneer spoke fast in Spanish of course I couldn’t understand any of it until the gavel fell.

I knew what that sound was.

I’d then watch the slave exit from the opposite end of the block and join her now temporary owner and she’d escort him straight to the brothel.

Like I said the process moved fast so fast that I was next in line. Previously there was 5 before me and 3 all ready behind me.
I couldn’t help but notice that they kept staring at my branded ass.

I heard them conversing in Spanish behind me. And of course I heard laughter.

Something probably like.

“ Stupid American cunt! Thinks she’s a slave? “

Pointing to my brand and laughing.

I gulped hard and tried to ignore them.

The gavel fell and from behind I felt the slave behind me shove me hard towards the steps that climbed up onto the block.

I slowly climbed them straight across from the stairs stood the podium the auctioneer stood looking at me.
Next to me was a wrangler holding a whip in hand.

“ Muvete! “

I then felt the wind from the whip as the end of it cracked the wood floor just inches from my bare foot.

Yeah I wasn’t gonna stand around waiting for a translator I got the point that he was saying.
I had butterflies in my stomach as I faced the wild crowd that cheered from below.

I knew what they wanted they wanted a show. I closed my eyes for a moment clearing my head. Within my head I beard a familiar guitar rift followed by a harmonica.

I let my body flow with the groove of the music that only I could hear.

Then I heard Robert Plants voice singing to me.

“ If it keeps on raining the levee is gonna break….If it keeps on raining the levees going to break. “

Lots of it was repetitive and had a certain groove to it that made it easy to dance to.
So I shook my ass and strutted around the block stopping often only to kneel and masturbate giving the front row a close intimate look a my wet pink fuck hole.

I soon realized I was up there much longer than the slaves before me.
I glanced downward at the slaves waiting to my right. They just had dumbfounded looks on their faces.

“ What’s wrong bitches?…You ain’t got nothing to say now? “

I said to myself as the bids came in going higher and higher.
Though again I have no concept of Spanish or the value of the Peso how it’s comparable to the dollar.
But then again as the master will say It’s not a slaves place to know.

But I knew it was over when the gavel fell. And in my case it finally did.
Off the block I met my owner don’t know shit about him cause again he speaks Spanish. He’s older and wears a gold watch and chain. Pull over golf shirt black slacks with dress shoes so he seems like he’s some sort of business man.
Probably in the cartel I mean what else does Mexico have to offer besides dope?

I lead him straight towards the side entrance of the brothel inside it was also loud and festive live band on stage playing Mexican music. Drinks and food was being served to customers in the distance I see a woman wave towards me.

She obviously was the one in charge at the counter just at the foot of the steps.
Me and my owner shoved our way through the crowd I couldn’t help but notice that I got my ass grabbed and slapped several times along with my tits being groped along the way.

At the counter I watched my sale become finalized as the pesos were counted out to the woman she wrote him out a receipt then handed him a room key. Last thing she did was spray me down with this extra strong perfume.

I wondered what that was for but again I was too dumb to ask. When you’re in this environment not knowing the language dumb is probably the best way to describe it.

But as I topped the stairs my entire body was in a cloud of putrid funk that could only be described as old sex.
My stomach heaved with the sense of nausea coming on fast. I gagged feeling the vomit coming up my throat I turned my head and puked for a moment right there in the floor.

It probably didn’t matter judging by the looks of the place it hadn’t been cleaned in years.
I knew then what the perfume was about.
My owner waited annoyed but patient. Guess he figured this was my first time.

We finally got to our room it was dark lit by only one dim lamp. And of course the sun through the open window. I was thankful for that being the only outlet for fresh air.

The dresser top was cluttered with sex toys and slave control tools along with restraints gags straps whips crops and even paddles.

I didn’t need any of that stuff I knew my place and what was expected of me.
I quickly dropped to my knees and went straight for his belt within seconds he was stripped down to just his socks.
I offered to take them off for him but he quickly pulled his feet away and slid them back into his loafers.

He obviously had higher expectations when it came to cleanliness than what reality had to offer. He looked with disgust at the filthy bed it was obviously still moist with the cum from its previous users.

Standing over me offering me his cock. No choice I had but to take it. Slurping away I sucked him until he pulled out then grabbed me by my hair dragging me to my feet and shoved me towards the open window I parted the curtains as he bent me over the window seal and used me from behind while the crowd on the street looks upwards watching getting another free show at my expense.

I wondered how many women in the crowd wished they could be me at the time. Though some scoffed in disgust many looks of envy I noticed in some.
A slave gets a different perspective on people in general as she toils through her journey of servitude.

I felt his cock pulsing inside me I tightened myself around his cock and received his load of cum feeling it flow inside me giving me that dirty used feeling when he pulled out.

He quickly got himself dressed I couldn’t help but notice that he shook off his shirt and pants looking both garments over before putting them on.

He left his white boxers lying on the floor I personally watched two roaches crawling across them as he dressed himself.

Back downstairs we went the man argued with the woman behind the counter then the manager. I assumed he wanted his money back. I got the impression that he didn’t like the filthy conditions of the room.

I mean what does he think this is? A fucking Holiday Inn or something?
He’s paying for pussy not a clean room!

Finally two bouncers showed up and led him out the back door.
Through a widow I watched them work him over pretty hard.
He’ll probably crawl away when he comes to. I hoped at least. If not the buzzards will feast on him in time.

I then found myself in line at the block again. I wasn’t sure if I was in that much demand or if their was a slave shortage at this location cause they kept me in constant rotation seemed to be a round the clock rotation.

Finally I was pulled out and taken to a room.

I wasn’t sure if totally exhausted looking forward to crawling into my kennel for hopefully some sleep time.

Just as soon as I drifted off someone comes in lights turned back on. I’m drug from my cage by the leash I’m led out back to a shower.
Cold water only I used as they handed me a bar of soap to lather up with.

I knew then why Laura told me not to drink the water. It felt and tasted disgusting. I don’t know if it’s well water or just something probably bought and shipped in from some sewer treatment service.

After my shower I was finally allowed to eat which was from the table scraps of the patrons that ate in the so called restaurant. I wasn’t even offered a clean fork and really just preferred to use my hand. I discovered that Mexican food in actual Mexico wasn’t what it was portrayed as in the states it was a lot worse. Discovering that they used lots of horse instead of beef or steak.

By this point I was starving anyway finding comfort in sitting in the dirt out back next to the garbage cans with my plate and a half bottle of some Mexican beer.

My peaceful alone moment didn’t last long before I was getting bullied by another pack of unruly Chichewa’s again yapping as if they are demanding my food.

If I was the cook in that kitchen them damn Chichewa's would find themselves on somebody’s plate. Them damn things just roam around town like they own the place.

After my so called generous meal I was put back in rotation again.

My next owners was a father and son team. Not really the dad was just the one fronting the money. His boy was the nervous and anxious 18 year old virgin.

This is something a slave sees often cause ain’t nothing worse than a young man’s first time. Especially when it’s with a girl that he likes. The whole situation is just awkward.
He doesn’t know what to do with it. And nothing is worse for a girl than an uneducated man when it comes to sex.

Cause theirs a good chance that she won’t be impressed and she’ll spread it around the school that he’s a small or something worse.
So this is why caring parents bring their boys to slaves so they can get all that awkward weird shit out of the way with the slave.

So I take this young man by the hand leading him up the stairs. Yep when he returns he won’t be just a boy no more. He’s gonna be a man from that day forward.

So in the room after getting him undressed I try to give him pointers.

“ Slow down! “

“ Don’t rush it! “

“ Enjoy the pleasure of pleasing her. “

He gives me a dumbfounded look.

“ What do you mean by that? “

So I offer him my cunt.

“ Go down on me and I’ll show you. “

He gets almost there but takes in a whiff first.

“ No sorry I can’t! It smells like rotten fish down there! “

So instead it’s slam bam thank you mam. And he’s out the door.

Then sitting at the bar next to his daddy getting his first taste of beer also.
His dad buys the house a round to celebrate that his boys now a man.

By that point I’m back in line waiting for my next chance to get fucked.
Next it was a round with 5 obnoxious college boys. They to was anxious to get their hands on me. They fondled groped fingered me along with slapping my fat ass around.

They easily noticed my brand and C section scar.

“ Looks like slave mommas all ready squeezed out a litter? “

Now a way from here they probably treat their own girlfriends much better than this.

I found it interesting that they were allowed to pool their money together to make the winning bid. It seems like a loss for the establishment.
It’s sort of like the all you can eat buffet where one pays and four more eat up all the food.

Restaurants don’t put up with that shit so why should a brothel allow it?

I find it interesting that it’s always the biggest hung guy that just can’t seem to get enough of my ass.
Then one of the more obnoxious ones is the one with the camera in my face clicking away at the look of sheer pain on my face. As his friend just pounds my ass like a damn machine.

When they got through with me I was pretty much done and was just going through the motions of sex. Finally I was allowed a real break getting some much needed sleep in my cage.

Honestly I was ready to go home. I wanted my clothes. I wondered if they were just riding around in the trunk of Laura’s car.

Yes you heard it probably for the first time from me I want to put on clothes!
I slept and again fucked like a machine all the next day and long into the night.

Friday morning back into my kennel bill of Leiden attached to the side I was on my way back through the border.
But it wasn’t as efficient getting back in. I ended up pissing in my cage as I waited in line. Finally some custom agent took the bill of laden looked it over and at me.

In Spanish he told the driver where to park and bring me inside.
No not inside first. Before that I stood against a brick wall as they took a fire hose after me. I then was deloused sprayed down again before allowed inside to take a proper shower with real soap and shampoo. Hot water to it felt so refreshing.

I then waited more time to get examined by a doctor. He poked prodded and fondled me just like the doctor before did then I got another round of booster shots including the after sex shot.
This is strong birth control. Sort of like the morning after pill. This is the shot form of that.
One thing was for certain I didn’t need no more rug rats two was enough for me.
And at this point I needed to get back to them. I missed them almost as bad as I missed my clothes.

As I walked out of the building still cuffed and naked but I had a beaming smile on my face knowing I was heading home.
Back into my kennel I crawled and straight into the United States.
Back at the restaurant everyone stopped to look watching me walk in and straight to the back office.
I stood anxiously waiting as time passed so slowly finally out the window I saw Laura parking out front.

Finally the man took my cuffs off.

“ Deborah did you have fun? “

I ignored the question by snatching the box of my clothes from her hands. I quickly took out my pantyhose and rolled the right leg down as I sat in a chair and put my toes into them. Slowly I pulled them tight over my foot and up my leg before repeating the process with my left foot.
I stood up pulling them tight over hose up over my ass and up to my waist.

I stood there at the desk facing the same man that watched me strip the Monday morning before. He obviously liked seeing my tits jiggle and bounce as I slipped on my silk blouse.

I didn’t bother with the bra it was destroyed anyway. My pantyhose also was but I just needed to feel them incasing my sexy legs.

From behind where the crotch was tore I could feel Laura’s eyes looking at my gap. I knew I was gapped out enough to drive a Mac truck through. Well used I was maybe rode hard and put up wet some might say. I quickly covered my hanging out cunt with my tight pencil skirt. Then put back skirt felt good going around my blouse securing everything together as I zipped it snuggly up.

Laura watched as I bent my right leg straight back sliding the high heeled pump over my foot. I put my weight down onto the 5 inch heel. Holding the desk for support while slipping the left shoe on I shifted my pelvis around adjusting myself up to stand tall and proud like a professional woman supposed to.
I then grabbed my purse digging through it to find my cigarettes and lighter.

Nothing like the taste of that first cigarette after an enslavement.
Me and Laura were then on our way. She dropped me off at a bar close enough to the appointment that I could walk.
I went in and had a couple of strong drinks before heading home.

Once there I stripped out of everything took another shower then trashed my pantyhose and put everything else in the basket to wash. I got dressed in a tee shirt and shorts and within the next hour the lady upstairs brought my girls back to me.
So we had mommy daughter time for the rest of the day.

The soldier returns.

Within the weeks it was time for Red to return from the war. This time it was different than the times before. We were no longer a couple but now a family.

I saw Red in the distance looking for me. I knelt down between the girls looking his way. I wondered if they would know him. They hear me talk about him they know his pictures but have no memories of him. Being so young when he was home before. I watched him set his gear down and he took his hat off. And knelt probably about 10 ft away from us.
They spotted him and didn’t need me to point him out both were like two race horses chomping at the bit so to speak.

“ Go get him! “
I whispered as they both took off charging towards him in matching dresses and shoes.

“ Daddy! “

They both screamed running straight into his arms.

From the distance I just stood there watching them embrace With tears streaming down my cheeks I just took in the loving moment of him getting to know them.

I didn’t know it then but I felt it. I felt it before I knew it. And without being to negative around the girls I would secretly when it was just the three of us to cherish the time they have with there daddy. They being the age they was didn’t know of things like war and I wasn’t ready to have to explain that shit to them. Daddy was a soldier and he was at work is all I would tell them.

But somehow I knew this might be our last visit with him I can’t describe it as nothing more than a feeling. In our time together for probably a couple of months at the most. I realized Misty had been playing me the whole time. I’d been writing to Red about how mean she was and she made a liar out of me.

Yeah she was daddy’s little girl. He took her and Crystal off to show them off to everyone he could think of.
Him and Misty had a real special bond that me and her didnt share. She liked racing on Tv. It didn’t matter what kind just as long as it was racing. Crystal shared in some of this also when they’d cahow gymnastics or track and field Crystal took a liking to competition.

Misty more or less liked the car racing she liked and got excited when they all wrecked.
She liked wrestling to Red got into that as they’d wrestle around on the floor together. It was fun at first but when he wanted the girls to wrestle each other I had to put a stop to that shit.

“ Red don’t be teaching them that crap! They are little girls! “
I’d have to remind him often.

Yeah they were girls but Misty would be the tom boy she was just like a little boy at that age. Liking her dump trucks hot wheels and all the things little boys would like.
Crystal was the opposite she had a Barbie doll with Ken and the house and stuff that went with it.
Red was determined to spoil these girls rotten by taking them shopping and shit.

I sort of frowned on that probably from being a slave I didn’t have stuff do I didn’t see the point in anyone else having stuff besides just the basics to get by on.

Red also liked the car I won on the price is right. He said his queen deserves to drive a Cadillac and now I had one.
For himself he liked a little something more sporty.
We’d stop by a car lot once or twice and he liked the looks of the Camero’s chargers and Mustangs but I could tell he was just dreaming like men do over shit like that.

Time flys by and it wasn’t long before we were seeing him off again. It was a sad evening I’d been through this before but I’m a grown woman who knows this is how life is. But Crystal and Misty are just children and they cried late into the night missing him.

1974 a year of changes.

I first got a disturbing letter from Red. He confessed to me that he was done with the Marines after this deployment.
I found the attitude he expressed in the letter was so much not like him. He’d always loved the Marines it was his life.
I never wanted my husband to leave the Marines I wanted him to leave the theater of war.

He expressed thoughts of doing something totally different.

“ Like what? “

I wondered I couldn’t picture him delivering the mail or working some damn government office like so many former military men do.
To my knowledge he still had many years before he could retire.
That’s another one of them things men in service do they get a retirement from the military then they get some damn government job for another 20 years and have two retirements.

I mean that’s a good thing for me meaning I wouldn’t have to go to work. But again I can’t imagine that life for Red.

In the letter he had a surprise on the way he didn’t say what so I didn’t know what he was really up to.
A month or two passed and I got a knock on the door it was two men that was delivering something for Red.

I knew he had a surprise on the way but I had no idea it was this big. Whatever it was was locked inside an enclosed trailer pulled by a pickup truck.
Me and the girls go out onto the breezeway looking down at the trailer I watched one man pull two long ramps out the back of the trailer.
I then heard the loud rumble of this thing as it cranked up and slowly backed out of the trailer and into the parking lot.

“ That’s a race car momma! “
Misty said with excitement expressed in her little voice.

“ It’s to loud! “
Crystal cries out holding her hands over her ears.

We walk down to the parking lot for a closer look.

“ Reds serious about this shit! He does want to come home! “
I said to myself as the man had paperwork for me to sign.

Paperwork said it was a 1968 Chevy Nova SS.
It only had one previous owner and had only 30k miles on it.
It was black with white super sport stripes. It had chrome mag wheels which obviously wasn’t factory. Every teenage boy in the entire complex came down to drool over the car. They popped the hood on it and I thought every boy there was gonna shoot a load off just looking at the motor.

The previous owner had quite a list of modifications he’d had done to this thing. It supposed to be a 396 V-8 with a 4 barrel and 4 in the floor.

I looked through the drivers side window seeing the gear shift.

“ Shit! It’s got gears? I can’t drive that! “

“ Don’t worry momma I’ll show you how when I learn how! “
Misty said with a beaming smile.

“ I’m sure you will. “
I said patting her on the head.

She took a real interest in the car for just somebody that was 5 years old.
I could tell how particular and proud of all most as if it was for her.
She was. Walking around the back of it pointing to the SS emblem on the trunk.

“ That means it’s a race car! “
Finally I got one of the guys to drive and park it around back and we covered it up with a cover that was found in the trunk.

Later on after Reds death I got a letter from one of his Marines expressing to me his condolences. He said Red won the car from him in a high stakes poker game.
That somewhat surprised me I didn’t know my husband was a gambler of that level. And I wondered what he was putting up in the game that if he would have lost.
Cause he didn’t have anything in nature equivalent to that car.

The day the soldiers came.

I remember it as if it was yesterday.
Captain Kangaroo just went off. I sent the girls to their room so I could clean things up. I don’t remember the exact time but I’d finished the dishes and putting everything away and just started vacuuming the living room.

There was a loud knock on the door followed by another.
I all ready didn’t like the tone of the knock. So I shut the vacuum off and went to see who it was.
I opened the door and seen two soldiers in dress uniforms. I knew what this meant I stood there in a daze of shock as he red from the script informing me that my husband was dead and they were so sorry for my loss.

I closed the door as they walked away. I stumbled my way to the couch and just sat there for a moment.
Thinking I should handle this better I always knew this was a possibility Cheryl warned me of this in the beginning.

But in reality it hit me like a ton of bricks. I curled up on the couch and sobbed like a baby.

“ Mommy what’s wrong? “

I heard Crystals soft voice asking I felt her soft caring hand against my face wiping my tears.
I sat up and saw Misty coming also.

I reached down picking both girls up and carried them to my bed where I sat them down.

My God Red!…They’re only five!…What am I supposed to tell them?

I said that to myself of course.

I then sat between them putting my arms around them and told them Daddy’s not coming home.
I think they knew but didn’t know or didn’t want to know.

“ What do you mean? “
Misty asks me with concern.

I didn’t know any other way to say it other than the truth.

“ Your daddy is dead. “

And with it said I watched both their worlds and mine just fall apart. We lay together in bed and cried together for hours.

Later that night I called Cheryl giving her the news. She flew out the next day and stayed with me.
I was so grateful for that. Their was time It took weeks to get Reds body.
He’d be laid to rest in Arlington. With the traditional flag draped coffin and the 21 salute honors.
Of course it was a cold miserable rainy day just as it should be.
I dressed in black with a veil. The Marines folded the American flag then presented it to me, as if it was gonna make everything all right.

Their was lots and lots of people their most I didn’t know lots of flowers and cards I stayed for a while the girls were grief stricken and getting cranky so we went to the motel I put them to bed and had to find a way to regroup and move forward. Or at least figure out what the next step would be.