A Heartland Slave Grading, Chapter Seven, Part Two
Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2020 3:02 am
Chapter Seven, Part Two
This chapter is quite different than it was originally. When I first wrote it it was part of a much shorter story. The original version of Heartland Slave Grading only had the opening character introductions, the scene where Amy gets lost at a outdoor cattle auction and stumbles into a slave auction:
viewtopic.php?f=18&t=306
Then a shorter version of this Part (which was incomplete). Thus initially this was going to be Amy's first experience of slavery
2014
Amy tried harder to avoid anything to do with slaves, unfortunately Amy, who usually had horses brought to her, would occasionally have to go to clients who had slaves. She would stay away from the main houses where pleasure slaves would be, and would ignore the fact that some of the stable hands were work slaves, treating them the same as anyone else. But then one day she fell into the slavery trap again.
She was at a ranch working with a new horse, Duncan, that was having some kind of anxiety issue. She was cooing to it to calm him, but it would continually bolt from her and knock her aside. She would slowly approach it again and after a few minutes the horse would again run away. Unfortunately, the third time this happened Amy was pushed much harder and ended up in a fresh horse paddy.
The horse’s owner, Mr. McTavish, came into the corral and helped her up. “Tracy, get out here and help this lady get cleaned up.” A naked, large breasted girl came out and started stripping off Amy’s boots, socks, blue jeans and blouse. Being naked, or even being stripped, no longer felt strange to Amy, but she tried to avoid it.
“Don’t worry I’ll clean this up and wash this up for you mistress. You can stay in the extra bedroom while I do this.” Then started leading her away, but then, “Oh, I see your underwear is a bit dirty too.” And before Amy realized it, she had been completely striped naked, steps way from the eyes of her client. She wasn’t embarrassed, just sort of frustrated, she didn’t want to have this road open up for her again.
Soon she was in the main house, and guided to the guest bedroom. The slave left her and said, “This could take a couple of hours, so relax.” And without any more ado, left Amy completely naked. Amy wasn’t sure what to do with herself and she was filled with conflicting emotions. All she needed was a collar and she would look like a slave again. The idea excited her, but she decided not to fight it as she thought this would quickly pass so there was no reason to expend the emotional energy. She could feel herself getting slave wet at the thought of her situation, so she just went with it.
When Tracy returned, she noticed Amy’s wet snatch and asked, “Do you want to be my new sister?”
Amy was taken aback; she knew what she meant but didn’t want to admit it. ”What’s that?”
“You be my sister slave here silly, your already dressed for it.”
“Ah, no, thank you.” Amy said in a friendly way, hoping she would drop the suggestion. But she felt a shudder of sexual excitement flow through her.
“Oh, why not, it can get so lonely here, and he’s a good master.” She then went over to a drawer and brought out a steel collar. “See why don’t you try this on for size?” And brought it over to her.
“Oh no, please, I don’t need to.” But she found it thrust into her hand. “I don’t want something locked around my neck.” Almost saying “again”. But Amy was starting to relax a little around this blond woman who was in her mid 20s with a positive personality that just oozed out of her.
“Don’t worry, this doesn’t lock automatically, it needs a key. Try it, open and close it.” Amy did, and saw it was safe. Then the slave grabbed it and slid it on Amy’s neck.
Amy almost had a panic attack as she felt slave feelings overwhelm her, “Take it off, take it off!” as she fumbled to take it off.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m here.” And Tracy gave her a big hug. “Just take a few deep breaths.” When Amy did calm down, she helped her take it off for a few moments. “Come on will you be my sister slave for a little while?”
Amy didn’t really say yes, but she didn’t refuse either. Tracy put the collar back on Amy, then she ended up helping Tracy wash and dry the dishes. After that there was some house cleaning and putting things away.
“Your being such a good slave. Maybe I should check your slave wetness.” And without warning Tracy went up and pushed her fingers into Amy’s vagina. Amy was shocked but was quickly seduced by the pleasure she was feeling. “Your getting nice and slave wet. You like this don’t you?”
Amy moaned, and said “Yes, it feels so good.” She was flooded with memories of slave pleasure and didn’t want to resist. She just wanted more. Constantly fighting her slave feelings was tiring, so often she wanted to just let go. Now she could, safely she hoped, just relax and enjoy it. She felt the fingers push deeper and then a shock of sensual excitement when the other slave’s thumb started pleasuring her clit. The clit that had almost been her downfall when it had been pierced, making her an insatiable slave slut. She had been avoiding pleasuring it, but now it sent an explosion of delight up and down her body. She started riding the fingers like a cock, her body no longer under her control.
After what seemed like forever, blanketed by ecstasy, she exploded in a powerful climax. She lost what control she still had over her body and collapsing in a puddle of sweat. While she lay there, Tracy kneeled low with her knees on either side of Amy’s head and ordered, “Lick me and be a slave with me.” Not thinking Amy started caressing the fleshy pussy lips with her tongue. Hearing appreciative sounds from the girl on top of her, she licked and sucked on the slave’s clitoris, then switching between doing that and pushing her tongue as deep as she could inside Tracy’s hot box. Soon she was feeling her companion’s shivers of gratification kick in. Amy felt her mouth fill with warm, slightly bitter liquid as Tracy squirted into her mouth and face. Amy was shocked and didn’t know what to do, she had heard of women who squirted at orgasm, but had never known anyone who had. Finally, she slowly swallowed the juice and wiped her face when the other slave got up.
“Oh, that was so good sister, you now slave like me.” Amy let the comment pass, not sure what she felt she now was at that moment. “Why don’t I take you down to our pen? You’ll love being master’s slave.” And she led Amy to the basement of the house.
Amy saw a cage, with a soft dildo attached to a water bottle. A dog bowl and a tall post with cuffs on it, and a slave whip on the wall. “Would you try my cage please sister? I want you to experience what its like. Don’t worry I won’t lock it.” Amy was at first reluctant, but with additional prodding, with a joke about whipping her for being a bad slave, Amy was persuaded to go in. She went in backwards, gingerly, and let Tracy close the door.
Amy was thirsty and decided to suck on the dildo to get a drink of water. Only after did she realize she did so without thinking about it. What she got didn’t taste or feel like water. “What is this?”
“Its water with cum in it for slave girls.”
“Gross.” Amy had heard of it but never taste it. And she didn’t want to appear in any way OK with it.
“Come on give it a try, here have some of my slave kibble to get you thirsty.” And pushed the dog bowl in the cage. Amy’s curiosity got the better of her and she grabbed a few pieces with her fingers. “No, No bad slave. You must eat from the bowl like a dog.” Amy was letting herself be ordered around, with no thoughts of resistance. ‘Maybe Ill let myself enjoy a little bit of slavery instead of getting myself all twisted up.’ She thought.
She buried her face in the bowl, using her teeth and tongue to grab at the kibble. She chewed on it and found it rather bland and a bit salty. This got her thirsty and almost without thinking sucked on the dildo again.
“Oh, sorry I have to go for a minute, have to put your clothes in the dryer, be back in a jiffy.” And the slave girl disappeared.
Amy wasn’t sure what to do, she decided not to try to get out without permission. She tried to make herself comfortable, but couldn’t. It would take some time for her to get used to being in a cage.
Finally, Tracy came back and opened the cage. “You were a very good slave not to letting yourself out.” Proclaimed Tracy.
Amy felt a bit proud to have been a “good slave” and crawled out of the cage then said. “Well that was a interesting experience. But I don’t think I want to repeat it.”
“Well OK, why don’t you have a lay down up in the bedroom?” Amy returned to the guest bedroom, but ended up in the master’s bedroom, and there laid down and fell asleep. She no longer thought about the fact that she was naked and collared.
She was awakened by the bouncing movement of the bed, and found herself face to face with Tracy, then she noticed the slave girls’ breasts swaying to a vigorous fucking she was receiving from her master. Amy couldn’t believe it, she was here, with two people having sex, and she was trapped. Soon Mr. McTavish had come and he was being cleaned off by Slave Tracy. “So, are you my new slave Amy? Ready to serve Master?” and he shoved his penis in her. He was a very active lover, playing with her clit, Amy didn’t even think of saying stop. Amy let herself be carried away by the pleasure she was feeling all over, and soon found herself having a strong orgasm. Soon after she felt his hot load enter her. Then she was pulled up and found his cock in her mouth. “Now clean it.” Which she did without thinking.
He then got up and started dressing, “Well I guess you don’t need your clothes anymore. I’ll take you into town and make your enslavement official.”
Amy was flooded with conflicting emotions. She had let herself play slave now she couldn’t think clearly, it was like she was in a dream and couldn’t speak. He placed a leash on her collar and pulled her up. When they got to the door a gust of cool breeze got Amy’s attention, “Please stop.” She was on the verge of tears, “I don’t want to be a slave. Please, I’m sorry sir.”
“Are you sure, you sure liked me fucking you like a slave, and your mouth and cunt is dripping with my cum.” Amy knew it was the truth, but was trying to stand firm.
Tracy spoke up, “But you fucked me like slave, you liked pleasing me didn’t you. That makes you a slave.”
Amy looked at her quizzically. She started to feel cold fear build up in her.
“Well yes that can sometimes be used to show a girl has self enslaved. Usually it has to go with other indicators, and your behavior would also count towards enslavement.” Amy’s heart sank. “But I won’t hold that against you, I only want to enslave you if that’s what you want or need.”
Amy felt like a huge weigh had been lifted from her, she flung her arms around Mr. McTavish, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Amy needed to relax and find her bearings; she had just been on such a emotional roller-coaster that she was all tensed up and stressed. She was left alone to lie on the bed while she tried to calm down and compose herself. Later, Tracy entered and put down the now cleaned and ironed clothes. Amy just looked at them not knowing what to do.
Mr. McTavish came up to her, “Why don’t you stay here while your helping my horse Duncan? You’re not going to get him into a trailer like that, not without a lot of tranquilizers. You can even be my slave if you want.” Amy responded that she had a lot of responsibilities back home, though there were no other horses to work with. “Well just stay the night for now, we’ll make some decisions tomorrow. Its late, so call home and tell them.” Amy called and told them the situation with the horse, of course she said nothing about being used as a slave. Right after she got off the phone Mr. McTavish said, “Oh, one more thing”, and he pushed something against her right ass cheek.
“What was that?”
“Relax, just one of those temporary tattoos, its my brand, so no one will claim you.”
“Why, they can’t do that anyways?”
“Well if they found you naked and collared with no owner on record it would be a problem. Don’t worry it will only last a week.”
“Oh, OK.” she looked at it in the mirror, it was small but one could easily make out the letter’s “M” and “T” inside a square. But looking in the mirror the fact that she was naked and collared was brought home to her. She couldn’t believe it, it had happened again, she had sunk so low as to be willing to be slave naked in front of someone she actually barely knew.
She looked at herself more intently and started admiring how good she looked, athletic with small C breasts. Blond, with light blue eyes a toothy smile and a country girl look about her, she thought she would sell well at auction. She wondered what her grade would be, for she had never been graded. She had thought about it but worried it would end up with her as a slave.
He came up behind her and held her shoulders, “Isn’t that a beautiful slave you see?” Amy shivered, not sure what she was now. He moved off and came back, “I’m going to lock your collar on. No use having it falling off at the wrong time.” And without another word he took out a small hex key and locked it. Now Amy felt trapped, but her slave mind liked it. She started to like the idea of someone else taking away her responsibilities and worries.
When supper came around, she ate slave kibble from a bowl next to Tracy, and drank from a portable cum water dispenser. That night Slave Amy was brought down to the basement. “I had another cage from when I had another slave. It’s fitted out with everything Tracy’s has, so don’t worry.” Amy slowly backed into the cage and watched him lock it.
She slept fitfully, not used to being so constrained. She drank the cum water, getting used to it, starting to like sucking on the dildo. In the morning slave kibble was put through the food slot, she ate it and drank more of the cum water, feeling it coat her mouth. Finally, he let them out, and Tracy went right over to him and sucked his cock till he came. Tracy led Amy over to a corner, where a shower had been set up, the water was cool, the soap and the shampoo were basic, but it did the job. They went upstairs and Amy helped make their master breakfast. They sat on the floor while he ate, and he would pass them bits of food. Afterwards they cleaned up, and Tracy went to do her household duties, and Amy went to work with the horse, still slave naked, with sandals and her cowboy hat on.
Slowly she was making progress with Duncan, he was quieting down and following some of her leads. She decided to take a break and took a shower in the basement, as she had a lot of dust on her. She had turn off her phone and went upstairs to turn it on and check the messages. The messages from home were the usual, how was she, how long was she staying, and so forth, all of which she answered by text. Thinking of home reminded her of her other life, and she looked at her folded clothes. This brought back some of her old self, her free self, the one with control of her life and having responsibilities.
But Amy was in fact enjoying herself immensely. Her trying to push back against slave thoughts, worrying people who had seen her as a slave would ask about it, or consider her one. And worst of all the fact the whole family knew about it and danced around the subject. Amy relished just letting go, no worries about being slave, just being one. No anxiety, just the freedom to be a slave.
At supper, someone drove into the yard, “Ah he’s here, I’ve been waiting for him.” Mr. McTavish exclaimed. They all went out to greet him, with the slave girls keeping their heads bowed. He went to the car to greet him while the girls waited on the front porch. The two men chatted a bit, the newcomer was about average height and weight, middle aged and white.
Master then brought the gentleman to them and both bowed to him. Then Tracy kneeled and brought out the man’s cock and started licking it, it took a moment but Amy joined her and they shared pleasuring duties taking turned licking and sucking. And when it was time for him to cum, Tracy, as senior slave, swallowed his cum.
The all entered the house and then master explained, “Amy, this is Mr. Sanderson, he’s a notary. I have decided that you should stay the weekend, since you have been enjoying your life as a slave. And you seem to need it right now. So, Mr. Sanderson will make it official, he will program your chip to say your my slave, and you will sign a Notice of Temporary Enslavement. Now the legal limit is actually a week, but you can leave after the weekend. However, you will legally be my slave for the whole week.”
The official paper was placed in front of Amy, she felt chills of fear run through her. She stammered, “I though I would decide if I was staying?”
“I decided you needed to have the decision made for you. Like the slave girl you are.” He handed her the pen, “Now sign.”
Amy applied her shaky autograph to the paper. Then a ink pad was produced, “I also need a thumb print since many slave girls are illiterate.” Announced Mr. Sanderson.
“But I can read and write.” Protested Amy.
“Doesn’t matter, it’s regulations. And I suggest you don’t go around acting educated, you can get in trouble for being an uppity slave.”
The bureaucrat took Amy’s right hand and pressed her thumb into the sponge and then the paper. With that done he took a chip encoder and pressed it against her left breast and gave off a moderate beep when activated with a trigger like button.
As he left, he said to master, “Congratulations, you have a great looking new slave. Hope she serve you well.” Amy detected an air of finality in his words and it worried her, but she also found herself getting wet.
The weekend went in a blur of pleasure, with interludes of horse therapy. Amy would wake in her cage and wait for master to unlock her cage. After a quick shower both slave girls would take their pleasure from their master in turns. Hands explored each other’s bodies, tongues would search out pleasure regions, lips would caress, and fingers would enter and gratification would be given.
Afterwards, the girls would prepare breakfast, eating their kibble from their bowls, and receiving tidbits from master, sometimes after begging like a dog. The girls would clean up after and go to their chores, Tracy to housecleaning, Amy to working with Mr. McTavish’s horse Duncan, who she was making real progress with.
Amy was just happy letting go of her fear and anxiety about slavery, her need to push away her slave mind. Now she could relax and just let herself enjoy being a slave. No worries, no need to think but just enjoy working with a horse and giving and getting pleasure. The pressure was off and she was feeling as light as a feather.
On Saturday she was working with the horse when her master approached. “Hands against the fence and legs spread.” He ordered. Amy immediately obeyed, and he push inside her hard and fast. It hurt at first and he knew that was something she had to accept as a slave, but soon the pleasure started to mount in her body. She pushed back against his cock and let the warm feeling of delight surround her.
That evening she was straddling him in the cowgirl position, the two moving in a slow rhythm. “You’re a good slave, I want to keep you. I can you know, you signed standard enslavement papers, he forgot the temporary ones.” Amy didn’t care, she was just feeling so good and content.
The next day he had a visitor, not someone she knew well but someone her grandfather did.
“Well you got yourself a new slave? Pretty one too.” He looked her over had felt between her legs, which she immediately spread her legs to give him better access. Then he looked at her face, “Whoa, is that you Amy, Jacks granddaughter?”
“Yes sir, please don’t tell him.”
“Well let’s see how well you are doing?” and he pulled out is cock. Amy immediately went on her knees and licked the head, then slowly let it in her mouth while using her tongue. He very quickly came and Amy had to swallow his load like a good slave. “Well your doing great, if your ever auctioned I’ll put a lot of money down for you.”
That evening master took her to his room and had her undress him. She did so without question and when she was done, she kneeled and waited for him to command her. He informed her he would be using her anally, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow, and use lots of lube.” This was nothing new for Amy, so she went on her hands and knees on the bed as he lubed his cock. She was startled when he pushed in his finger in her ass and she felt a liquid being pushed into her ass. She could feel him come up behind her and then felt something push slowly against her anal sphincter, pushing it open. Amy gasped as his cock slowly entered her, feeling like a reverse number two. Since her time as a slave she had been doing kagel exercises, that tightened her ass and pussy so they were as tight as before. Then he slowly started to pump in and out and Amy felt another, pleasurable, feeling. Faster and faster he moved, bringing her to orgasm. Soon after he did as well and she felt his warm cum inside a different hole.
Amy was even getting used to sleeping in a cage and eating slave kibble, she didn’t like it but she was becoming OK with it. Monday morning came and she realized it was time to go home, but she didn’t know how she felt about it.
Master McTavish greeted her, “I’m going to miss you, and I know you’ll miss this, I have noticed your reactions. As I told you, you signed standard enslavement papers, I don’t have to let you go, and I think right now you’d accept that. But I said this would only last for the weekend and I always keep my word. You can go home now, the slave office in town is closed though, so you’ll have to come back soon and I’ll officially release you. And of course, you’ll have to have your chip adjusted. I’ll have to take you in naked though, as a slave you still officially are.”
Amy held her head low and thanked him. “And another thing.” He continued, “I’ll give you a certificate of release for now, so you won’t get in trouble for being clothed and uncollared.”
He took her to the guest room, where her clothes were, and got dressed. It felt strange being clothed, she was so used to be naked again. She wasn’t sure if she should be clothed anymore, they felt constraining and even uncomfortable. But the more she wore them the more she felt like herself.
She put her arms around Mr. McTavish and thanked the man who was still her owner. She was in the truck about to leave when she realized she still had her collar on, and she had to go back and have her master unlock it. It felt like freedom again, but it also gave her a pain in her stomach wondering how she would adapt to being emancipated. She was feeling very emotional and, crying as she drove away.
Part Three to come
This chapter is quite different than it was originally. When I first wrote it it was part of a much shorter story. The original version of Heartland Slave Grading only had the opening character introductions, the scene where Amy gets lost at a outdoor cattle auction and stumbles into a slave auction:
viewtopic.php?f=18&t=306
Then a shorter version of this Part (which was incomplete). Thus initially this was going to be Amy's first experience of slavery
2014
Amy tried harder to avoid anything to do with slaves, unfortunately Amy, who usually had horses brought to her, would occasionally have to go to clients who had slaves. She would stay away from the main houses where pleasure slaves would be, and would ignore the fact that some of the stable hands were work slaves, treating them the same as anyone else. But then one day she fell into the slavery trap again.
She was at a ranch working with a new horse, Duncan, that was having some kind of anxiety issue. She was cooing to it to calm him, but it would continually bolt from her and knock her aside. She would slowly approach it again and after a few minutes the horse would again run away. Unfortunately, the third time this happened Amy was pushed much harder and ended up in a fresh horse paddy.
The horse’s owner, Mr. McTavish, came into the corral and helped her up. “Tracy, get out here and help this lady get cleaned up.” A naked, large breasted girl came out and started stripping off Amy’s boots, socks, blue jeans and blouse. Being naked, or even being stripped, no longer felt strange to Amy, but she tried to avoid it.
“Don’t worry I’ll clean this up and wash this up for you mistress. You can stay in the extra bedroom while I do this.” Then started leading her away, but then, “Oh, I see your underwear is a bit dirty too.” And before Amy realized it, she had been completely striped naked, steps way from the eyes of her client. She wasn’t embarrassed, just sort of frustrated, she didn’t want to have this road open up for her again.
Soon she was in the main house, and guided to the guest bedroom. The slave left her and said, “This could take a couple of hours, so relax.” And without any more ado, left Amy completely naked. Amy wasn’t sure what to do with herself and she was filled with conflicting emotions. All she needed was a collar and she would look like a slave again. The idea excited her, but she decided not to fight it as she thought this would quickly pass so there was no reason to expend the emotional energy. She could feel herself getting slave wet at the thought of her situation, so she just went with it.
When Tracy returned, she noticed Amy’s wet snatch and asked, “Do you want to be my new sister?”
Amy was taken aback; she knew what she meant but didn’t want to admit it. ”What’s that?”
“You be my sister slave here silly, your already dressed for it.”
“Ah, no, thank you.” Amy said in a friendly way, hoping she would drop the suggestion. But she felt a shudder of sexual excitement flow through her.
“Oh, why not, it can get so lonely here, and he’s a good master.” She then went over to a drawer and brought out a steel collar. “See why don’t you try this on for size?” And brought it over to her.
“Oh no, please, I don’t need to.” But she found it thrust into her hand. “I don’t want something locked around my neck.” Almost saying “again”. But Amy was starting to relax a little around this blond woman who was in her mid 20s with a positive personality that just oozed out of her.
“Don’t worry, this doesn’t lock automatically, it needs a key. Try it, open and close it.” Amy did, and saw it was safe. Then the slave grabbed it and slid it on Amy’s neck.
Amy almost had a panic attack as she felt slave feelings overwhelm her, “Take it off, take it off!” as she fumbled to take it off.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m here.” And Tracy gave her a big hug. “Just take a few deep breaths.” When Amy did calm down, she helped her take it off for a few moments. “Come on will you be my sister slave for a little while?”
Amy didn’t really say yes, but she didn’t refuse either. Tracy put the collar back on Amy, then she ended up helping Tracy wash and dry the dishes. After that there was some house cleaning and putting things away.
“Your being such a good slave. Maybe I should check your slave wetness.” And without warning Tracy went up and pushed her fingers into Amy’s vagina. Amy was shocked but was quickly seduced by the pleasure she was feeling. “Your getting nice and slave wet. You like this don’t you?”
Amy moaned, and said “Yes, it feels so good.” She was flooded with memories of slave pleasure and didn’t want to resist. She just wanted more. Constantly fighting her slave feelings was tiring, so often she wanted to just let go. Now she could, safely she hoped, just relax and enjoy it. She felt the fingers push deeper and then a shock of sensual excitement when the other slave’s thumb started pleasuring her clit. The clit that had almost been her downfall when it had been pierced, making her an insatiable slave slut. She had been avoiding pleasuring it, but now it sent an explosion of delight up and down her body. She started riding the fingers like a cock, her body no longer under her control.
After what seemed like forever, blanketed by ecstasy, she exploded in a powerful climax. She lost what control she still had over her body and collapsing in a puddle of sweat. While she lay there, Tracy kneeled low with her knees on either side of Amy’s head and ordered, “Lick me and be a slave with me.” Not thinking Amy started caressing the fleshy pussy lips with her tongue. Hearing appreciative sounds from the girl on top of her, she licked and sucked on the slave’s clitoris, then switching between doing that and pushing her tongue as deep as she could inside Tracy’s hot box. Soon she was feeling her companion’s shivers of gratification kick in. Amy felt her mouth fill with warm, slightly bitter liquid as Tracy squirted into her mouth and face. Amy was shocked and didn’t know what to do, she had heard of women who squirted at orgasm, but had never known anyone who had. Finally, she slowly swallowed the juice and wiped her face when the other slave got up.
“Oh, that was so good sister, you now slave like me.” Amy let the comment pass, not sure what she felt she now was at that moment. “Why don’t I take you down to our pen? You’ll love being master’s slave.” And she led Amy to the basement of the house.
Amy saw a cage, with a soft dildo attached to a water bottle. A dog bowl and a tall post with cuffs on it, and a slave whip on the wall. “Would you try my cage please sister? I want you to experience what its like. Don’t worry I won’t lock it.” Amy was at first reluctant, but with additional prodding, with a joke about whipping her for being a bad slave, Amy was persuaded to go in. She went in backwards, gingerly, and let Tracy close the door.
Amy was thirsty and decided to suck on the dildo to get a drink of water. Only after did she realize she did so without thinking about it. What she got didn’t taste or feel like water. “What is this?”
“Its water with cum in it for slave girls.”
“Gross.” Amy had heard of it but never taste it. And she didn’t want to appear in any way OK with it.
“Come on give it a try, here have some of my slave kibble to get you thirsty.” And pushed the dog bowl in the cage. Amy’s curiosity got the better of her and she grabbed a few pieces with her fingers. “No, No bad slave. You must eat from the bowl like a dog.” Amy was letting herself be ordered around, with no thoughts of resistance. ‘Maybe Ill let myself enjoy a little bit of slavery instead of getting myself all twisted up.’ She thought.
She buried her face in the bowl, using her teeth and tongue to grab at the kibble. She chewed on it and found it rather bland and a bit salty. This got her thirsty and almost without thinking sucked on the dildo again.
“Oh, sorry I have to go for a minute, have to put your clothes in the dryer, be back in a jiffy.” And the slave girl disappeared.
Amy wasn’t sure what to do, she decided not to try to get out without permission. She tried to make herself comfortable, but couldn’t. It would take some time for her to get used to being in a cage.
Finally, Tracy came back and opened the cage. “You were a very good slave not to letting yourself out.” Proclaimed Tracy.
Amy felt a bit proud to have been a “good slave” and crawled out of the cage then said. “Well that was a interesting experience. But I don’t think I want to repeat it.”
“Well OK, why don’t you have a lay down up in the bedroom?” Amy returned to the guest bedroom, but ended up in the master’s bedroom, and there laid down and fell asleep. She no longer thought about the fact that she was naked and collared.
She was awakened by the bouncing movement of the bed, and found herself face to face with Tracy, then she noticed the slave girls’ breasts swaying to a vigorous fucking she was receiving from her master. Amy couldn’t believe it, she was here, with two people having sex, and she was trapped. Soon Mr. McTavish had come and he was being cleaned off by Slave Tracy. “So, are you my new slave Amy? Ready to serve Master?” and he shoved his penis in her. He was a very active lover, playing with her clit, Amy didn’t even think of saying stop. Amy let herself be carried away by the pleasure she was feeling all over, and soon found herself having a strong orgasm. Soon after she felt his hot load enter her. Then she was pulled up and found his cock in her mouth. “Now clean it.” Which she did without thinking.
He then got up and started dressing, “Well I guess you don’t need your clothes anymore. I’ll take you into town and make your enslavement official.”
Amy was flooded with conflicting emotions. She had let herself play slave now she couldn’t think clearly, it was like she was in a dream and couldn’t speak. He placed a leash on her collar and pulled her up. When they got to the door a gust of cool breeze got Amy’s attention, “Please stop.” She was on the verge of tears, “I don’t want to be a slave. Please, I’m sorry sir.”
“Are you sure, you sure liked me fucking you like a slave, and your mouth and cunt is dripping with my cum.” Amy knew it was the truth, but was trying to stand firm.
Tracy spoke up, “But you fucked me like slave, you liked pleasing me didn’t you. That makes you a slave.”
Amy looked at her quizzically. She started to feel cold fear build up in her.
“Well yes that can sometimes be used to show a girl has self enslaved. Usually it has to go with other indicators, and your behavior would also count towards enslavement.” Amy’s heart sank. “But I won’t hold that against you, I only want to enslave you if that’s what you want or need.”
Amy felt like a huge weigh had been lifted from her, she flung her arms around Mr. McTavish, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Amy needed to relax and find her bearings; she had just been on such a emotional roller-coaster that she was all tensed up and stressed. She was left alone to lie on the bed while she tried to calm down and compose herself. Later, Tracy entered and put down the now cleaned and ironed clothes. Amy just looked at them not knowing what to do.
Mr. McTavish came up to her, “Why don’t you stay here while your helping my horse Duncan? You’re not going to get him into a trailer like that, not without a lot of tranquilizers. You can even be my slave if you want.” Amy responded that she had a lot of responsibilities back home, though there were no other horses to work with. “Well just stay the night for now, we’ll make some decisions tomorrow. Its late, so call home and tell them.” Amy called and told them the situation with the horse, of course she said nothing about being used as a slave. Right after she got off the phone Mr. McTavish said, “Oh, one more thing”, and he pushed something against her right ass cheek.
“What was that?”
“Relax, just one of those temporary tattoos, its my brand, so no one will claim you.”
“Why, they can’t do that anyways?”
“Well if they found you naked and collared with no owner on record it would be a problem. Don’t worry it will only last a week.”
“Oh, OK.” she looked at it in the mirror, it was small but one could easily make out the letter’s “M” and “T” inside a square. But looking in the mirror the fact that she was naked and collared was brought home to her. She couldn’t believe it, it had happened again, she had sunk so low as to be willing to be slave naked in front of someone she actually barely knew.
She looked at herself more intently and started admiring how good she looked, athletic with small C breasts. Blond, with light blue eyes a toothy smile and a country girl look about her, she thought she would sell well at auction. She wondered what her grade would be, for she had never been graded. She had thought about it but worried it would end up with her as a slave.
He came up behind her and held her shoulders, “Isn’t that a beautiful slave you see?” Amy shivered, not sure what she was now. He moved off and came back, “I’m going to lock your collar on. No use having it falling off at the wrong time.” And without another word he took out a small hex key and locked it. Now Amy felt trapped, but her slave mind liked it. She started to like the idea of someone else taking away her responsibilities and worries.
When supper came around, she ate slave kibble from a bowl next to Tracy, and drank from a portable cum water dispenser. That night Slave Amy was brought down to the basement. “I had another cage from when I had another slave. It’s fitted out with everything Tracy’s has, so don’t worry.” Amy slowly backed into the cage and watched him lock it.
She slept fitfully, not used to being so constrained. She drank the cum water, getting used to it, starting to like sucking on the dildo. In the morning slave kibble was put through the food slot, she ate it and drank more of the cum water, feeling it coat her mouth. Finally, he let them out, and Tracy went right over to him and sucked his cock till he came. Tracy led Amy over to a corner, where a shower had been set up, the water was cool, the soap and the shampoo were basic, but it did the job. They went upstairs and Amy helped make their master breakfast. They sat on the floor while he ate, and he would pass them bits of food. Afterwards they cleaned up, and Tracy went to do her household duties, and Amy went to work with the horse, still slave naked, with sandals and her cowboy hat on.
Slowly she was making progress with Duncan, he was quieting down and following some of her leads. She decided to take a break and took a shower in the basement, as she had a lot of dust on her. She had turn off her phone and went upstairs to turn it on and check the messages. The messages from home were the usual, how was she, how long was she staying, and so forth, all of which she answered by text. Thinking of home reminded her of her other life, and she looked at her folded clothes. This brought back some of her old self, her free self, the one with control of her life and having responsibilities.
But Amy was in fact enjoying herself immensely. Her trying to push back against slave thoughts, worrying people who had seen her as a slave would ask about it, or consider her one. And worst of all the fact the whole family knew about it and danced around the subject. Amy relished just letting go, no worries about being slave, just being one. No anxiety, just the freedom to be a slave.
At supper, someone drove into the yard, “Ah he’s here, I’ve been waiting for him.” Mr. McTavish exclaimed. They all went out to greet him, with the slave girls keeping their heads bowed. He went to the car to greet him while the girls waited on the front porch. The two men chatted a bit, the newcomer was about average height and weight, middle aged and white.
Master then brought the gentleman to them and both bowed to him. Then Tracy kneeled and brought out the man’s cock and started licking it, it took a moment but Amy joined her and they shared pleasuring duties taking turned licking and sucking. And when it was time for him to cum, Tracy, as senior slave, swallowed his cum.
The all entered the house and then master explained, “Amy, this is Mr. Sanderson, he’s a notary. I have decided that you should stay the weekend, since you have been enjoying your life as a slave. And you seem to need it right now. So, Mr. Sanderson will make it official, he will program your chip to say your my slave, and you will sign a Notice of Temporary Enslavement. Now the legal limit is actually a week, but you can leave after the weekend. However, you will legally be my slave for the whole week.”
The official paper was placed in front of Amy, she felt chills of fear run through her. She stammered, “I though I would decide if I was staying?”
“I decided you needed to have the decision made for you. Like the slave girl you are.” He handed her the pen, “Now sign.”
Amy applied her shaky autograph to the paper. Then a ink pad was produced, “I also need a thumb print since many slave girls are illiterate.” Announced Mr. Sanderson.
“But I can read and write.” Protested Amy.
“Doesn’t matter, it’s regulations. And I suggest you don’t go around acting educated, you can get in trouble for being an uppity slave.”
The bureaucrat took Amy’s right hand and pressed her thumb into the sponge and then the paper. With that done he took a chip encoder and pressed it against her left breast and gave off a moderate beep when activated with a trigger like button.
As he left, he said to master, “Congratulations, you have a great looking new slave. Hope she serve you well.” Amy detected an air of finality in his words and it worried her, but she also found herself getting wet.
The weekend went in a blur of pleasure, with interludes of horse therapy. Amy would wake in her cage and wait for master to unlock her cage. After a quick shower both slave girls would take their pleasure from their master in turns. Hands explored each other’s bodies, tongues would search out pleasure regions, lips would caress, and fingers would enter and gratification would be given.
Afterwards, the girls would prepare breakfast, eating their kibble from their bowls, and receiving tidbits from master, sometimes after begging like a dog. The girls would clean up after and go to their chores, Tracy to housecleaning, Amy to working with Mr. McTavish’s horse Duncan, who she was making real progress with.
Amy was just happy letting go of her fear and anxiety about slavery, her need to push away her slave mind. Now she could relax and just let herself enjoy being a slave. No worries, no need to think but just enjoy working with a horse and giving and getting pleasure. The pressure was off and she was feeling as light as a feather.
On Saturday she was working with the horse when her master approached. “Hands against the fence and legs spread.” He ordered. Amy immediately obeyed, and he push inside her hard and fast. It hurt at first and he knew that was something she had to accept as a slave, but soon the pleasure started to mount in her body. She pushed back against his cock and let the warm feeling of delight surround her.
That evening she was straddling him in the cowgirl position, the two moving in a slow rhythm. “You’re a good slave, I want to keep you. I can you know, you signed standard enslavement papers, he forgot the temporary ones.” Amy didn’t care, she was just feeling so good and content.
The next day he had a visitor, not someone she knew well but someone her grandfather did.
“Well you got yourself a new slave? Pretty one too.” He looked her over had felt between her legs, which she immediately spread her legs to give him better access. Then he looked at her face, “Whoa, is that you Amy, Jacks granddaughter?”
“Yes sir, please don’t tell him.”
“Well let’s see how well you are doing?” and he pulled out is cock. Amy immediately went on her knees and licked the head, then slowly let it in her mouth while using her tongue. He very quickly came and Amy had to swallow his load like a good slave. “Well your doing great, if your ever auctioned I’ll put a lot of money down for you.”
That evening master took her to his room and had her undress him. She did so without question and when she was done, she kneeled and waited for him to command her. He informed her he would be using her anally, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow, and use lots of lube.” This was nothing new for Amy, so she went on her hands and knees on the bed as he lubed his cock. She was startled when he pushed in his finger in her ass and she felt a liquid being pushed into her ass. She could feel him come up behind her and then felt something push slowly against her anal sphincter, pushing it open. Amy gasped as his cock slowly entered her, feeling like a reverse number two. Since her time as a slave she had been doing kagel exercises, that tightened her ass and pussy so they were as tight as before. Then he slowly started to pump in and out and Amy felt another, pleasurable, feeling. Faster and faster he moved, bringing her to orgasm. Soon after he did as well and she felt his warm cum inside a different hole.
Amy was even getting used to sleeping in a cage and eating slave kibble, she didn’t like it but she was becoming OK with it. Monday morning came and she realized it was time to go home, but she didn’t know how she felt about it.
Master McTavish greeted her, “I’m going to miss you, and I know you’ll miss this, I have noticed your reactions. As I told you, you signed standard enslavement papers, I don’t have to let you go, and I think right now you’d accept that. But I said this would only last for the weekend and I always keep my word. You can go home now, the slave office in town is closed though, so you’ll have to come back soon and I’ll officially release you. And of course, you’ll have to have your chip adjusted. I’ll have to take you in naked though, as a slave you still officially are.”
Amy held her head low and thanked him. “And another thing.” He continued, “I’ll give you a certificate of release for now, so you won’t get in trouble for being clothed and uncollared.”
He took her to the guest room, where her clothes were, and got dressed. It felt strange being clothed, she was so used to be naked again. She wasn’t sure if she should be clothed anymore, they felt constraining and even uncomfortable. But the more she wore them the more she felt like herself.
She put her arms around Mr. McTavish and thanked the man who was still her owner. She was in the truck about to leave when she realized she still had her collar on, and she had to go back and have her master unlock it. It felt like freedom again, but it also gave her a pain in her stomach wondering how she would adapt to being emancipated. She was feeling very emotional and, crying as she drove away.
Part Three to come
