The Summer Slave
Part 5 - Saturday afternoon
I heard chains jangling across the floor before I saw her. I had started
work on her blinders when she crawled into the studio. I sat with my
leather working tools and the pieces we had bought earlier laid out on
the desk in front of me. She stopped just inside the room and dropped
down, face to the floor. Her hair, still wet from her shower, trailed on
the floor around her head. "How may I serve you, Master?" she asked. She
wore her standard uniform: collar and wrist and ankle cuffs with
connecting chains. As she knelt, head down and fanny in the air, I saw
that little piece of black leather still protruding from her asshole.
Come over here. Kneel up," I said, gesturing to a point in the floor
near the desk. She knelt beside me, sitting on her heels with knees
spread wide, back straight and eyes cast slightly down. I casually
fondled her breasts with one handle. My fingers stroked her tits and
gently tweaked a nipple. "The plug's still in your ass," I said. "It's
in my ass again, Master."
"Yes?" "I took it out to shower, Master, but since you hadn't removed it
yourself, I washed it and put it back in." "I see."
"It stays in just fine by itself, Master." "I'll remember that, slut.
Very good. You're getting used to thinking like a slave." "Thank you,
Master." She smiled. I think she even blushed a bit.
I picked up a piece of stiff cardboard that I had cut to shape minutes
before. I was about eight inches long and four inches high, with a
straight top edge and curved bottom. I turned to her and held the top
corners to her temples. "What do you see?" I asked. "A lot of cardboard,
Master."
"No sarcasm, slut. And . . . ?" "And . . . well, I see my thighs, a
little carpet between them. I see a bit of my pussy, my belly, my tits.
That's about it, Master." I pulled the cardboard away from her face.
"Stand." She struggled to her feet with a clinking of chains. I held the
cardboard to her face again. "Now what do you see?" "Pretty much the
same as before, Master," she responded. "Cardboard. My body, all the way
down. Carpet, an arc about two feet deep and four, maybe five feet wide.
And part of the base of your chair. That's it. I could see more if I
leaned my head back, Master." "Good. Good," I said, again dropping the
cardboard from her face. "That'll do very well." I picked up a tape
measure from the desk top. "One more thing to check." I stood and
wrapped the tape across her forehead and around her head. "Twenty-one
inches. The strap doesn't need to be quite as long as I thought." I sat
back down and turned to the work on the desk. "You can go now. I'll call
if I need you." "Yes, Master." She dropped to her knees. "Master?" she
asked. "Yes, slut."
"Master, I think I know what you're making . . . ,"she hesitated,
dropped her head. "Yes?"
"I think I know what you're making and I don't think I like it." "That's
awfully bold, slut. Do you want tonight's punishment extended to three
hours?" "Nooooo, Master. Please. I don't even know what you're going to
do to me." "Slut?"
"Yes, Master. Of course. Make my punishment last for as long as you
wish, Master." "Face down, slut."
She dropped to the carpet, face down, hands on the floor at each side of
her head. "I think two and a half hours will be adequate, but don't try
my patience. Now, slut. What do you think I'm making?" "Blinders,
Master," she said to the carpet. "Blinders?
"Yes, Master. Blinders, like for a race horse." "You're right, slut. I'm
making blinders for you. Just like for a horse." "Yes, Master. It
frightens me. I'll be able see enough to walk, won't I?" "Yes, maybe
even run, slut." "But I won't be able to see what's around me. That
frightens me, Master." "You'll have to trust me, slut." "Yes, Master. I
trust you, Master." "Good. Now go. Relax. Take a nap. Read a book. Watch
TV. I'll call you when it's time to get ready to go to dinner." "Thank
you, Master." The little black leather loop wagged between her ass
cheeks like a boxer puppy's tail as she crawled from the room. I
carefully cut the stiff leather scrap to match the piece of cardboard I
had used as a model. Then, I cut the strap to length, tapered and
punched one end and attached the buckle to the other. Finally, I
connected the leather piece to the new strap with a row of grommets
across the top. My slave's blinders were ready. That done, I took an old
pair of wraparound sunglasses from the desk drawer and carefully painted
the inside of the lenses flat black.
A few minutes before six, I walked into the living room. She was asleep,
curled up on a pile of pillows in the floor, a paperback closed beside
her head. I cleared my throat. "What . . . huh?" she slowly opened her
eyes.
"Oh, Master. Yes. Is it dinner time already?" She stretched languidly as
she awoke, first with legs straight out, chained ankles together and
toes pointed, then hands and arms straight over her head." "Yes, slut.
Time to get ready. Are you forgetting something?" She looked at me, then
looked around her, puzzled. Then she said, "Oh.Master, I'm sorry,
Master. Please forgive me," as she hurriedly rolled up onto her knees
and bowed face down to the floor. "Much better. You may stand."
"Thank you, Master." She struggled to her feet. She stood before me,
naked and beautiful. She placed her feet apart, chain taut between her
ankles. Muscular, tanned legs led upward to the bare pale triangle of
her pussy, lips pink and barely parted. A chromed chain dangled across
her slit, as she held her cuffed hands at her waist, slightly apart,
fulfilling instructions not to cover her pubis. Her hips, perhaps a bit
more ample than ideal, gave way to a slender waist and firm, round
breasts. Straight black hair cascaded around her shoulders, ending just
above her erect pink nipples. She smiled, looked straight at me with
dark brown eyes, then quickly looked down. "Let's get you out of your
uniform," I said, stepping up to her. "Give me your hands." Taking her
outstretched wrists, I quickly unbuckled her cuffs. I dropped the cuffs
and their connecting chain on the sofa. "Turn. And lift your hair." She
pivoted and raised her hair away from her neck with both hands, arms
bent back over her head. I released her collar and dropped it beside the
wrist cuffs. "You can take care of your ankles," I said. I continued as
she crouched down to remove her ankle cuffs. "We're going to Emilio's.
You'll wear your corset and your new shoes." She tossed the ankle cuffs
onto the sofa and stood upright. "I'll let you decide the rest." "Thank
you, Master. I think I know just the thing." "Your shoes are on the
table by the door. Put them on and bring me the corset." I sat down on
the sofa. She took the pumps from their box and sat on the edge of the
coffee table to put them on. Facing directly toward me, she lifted,
spread and crossed her left leg. She slipped on the shoe, buckled the
strap across her instep, then the ankle strap. She slipped her foot to
the floor and repeated the process with the other. She made a show of
it, making sure to stretch her legs wider than needed and show me her
shaved and open cunt with each motion. She rose to her feet, teetered
for an instant on the ridiculous spike heels, then stepped over to
retrieve the corset from the floor. She turned directly away from me.
Placing her feet shoulder width apart, she bent over at the waist to
pick up the corset, giving me a magnificent display of her plugged ass.
"Very nice, slut," I commented. "Thank you, Master." Beginning to get
the feel of the heels, she walked over and handed me the black satin
corset. "Kneel here," I said, pointing to the floor at my feet. "Face
away from me." "Yes, Master," she responded as she complied. I wrapped
the corset loosely around her torso, waiting for her to adjust her
breasts and pull the half cups up under them. The cups stopped short,
leaving her nipples and areolae exposed. It was a modern corset, with
hooks and elastic, not laces and stays. It would serve quite well,
though, to contain and restrain my slave. In back, there were a close
row of hooks and four matching rows of loops, allowing the corset to be
adjusted. I pulled the top hook across to the farthest loop and slipped
it through. As I went down the row, pulling and looping, her kneeling
posture, already straight, became more and more erect. The pattern of
her breathing changed subtly, grew slightly more shallow. Her shoulders
and bottom writhed slowly, twisting her body into the confining fabric.
"Done," I said, slipping the last hook into place. "Up now. Let me see
you." "Yes, Master." She pushed herself carefully to her feet, steadying
herself against the sofa. She strode slowly away from me across the
room, her bare bottom swaying seductively, made even more prominent by
her restricted waist. In back, the corset ended just at the top of her
hips. A tiny piece of black leather peeked between her ass cheeks. She
turned and started back toward me. "Stop there," I commanded after a
couple steps. She spread her feet slightly apart to help her balance.
The front view was magnificent. The corset's wired cups forced her ample
tits up and together, creating a valley of cleavage that looked
wonderfully fuckable. The nipples were fully erect above the cups. Her
already slim waist was reduced to about twenty-three inches. The
exaggeration of her feminine shape further emphasized her tits above and
her bare, pale pussy below, glowing against the shiny black satin.
Four garters dangled from the lower edge of the corset. "Excellent," I
commented. "Follow me. I'm going to clean up while you get dressed." I
led her into the bathroom. Her heels clicked harshly on the hard tile
floor. "You may undress me," I said, turning back to her. She slowly
unbuttoned my shirt, then pushed it back off my shoulders. She pressed
her uplifted tits hard against me and leaned down to trail her lips and
tongue across my chest. She knelt down and pulled the shirt sleeves off
my arms, dropping it in the floor behind her. She untied my shoes, then
lifting each foot, pulled off my shoes and socks. She washed my feet
with her tongue, starting near each ankle. She worked her way down in
wide, wet licks and finally, carefully sucked each toe. I braced myself
against the sink to remain standing. She leaned up and lightly kissed
the fly of my jeans. Quickly, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and
unzipped my fly and pulled my jeans and shorts down to my ankles. Again
she lifted each foot, pulling my pants free to join the pile with my
shirt and shoes. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she turned her head
to the side and gently licked my balls. She took each in her mouth in
turn, lightly sucking and rolling. She ran her tongue straight up the
length of my cock and off the end. She paused for a moment, then plunged
her open mouth straight down onto my hard member. She pushed me into her
throat past her gagging point, then backed off leaving just the tip in
her lips. Again she plunged her mouth down. And again. On the next up
stroke, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back sharply. "That's
enough for now." "But Master, you don't like my mouth?" "I love your
mouth, slut. But I've got another idea. Get up." She struggled to her
feet with my help, almost falling once as her heels slipped on the slick
tile floor. "Turn around and lean over the sink. Spread your legs."
"Yes, Master." She positioned herself as I had directed. I reached
between her ass cheeks and hooked a finger through the loop on her ass
plug. Bracing the other hand against the rim of the sink, I quickly
pulled the plug out and dropped it in the sink. "Ooowww. Master!" I
found her anus with the head of my cock, then drove it in to replace the
rubber plug. She grabbed the towel bars on each side of the mirror,
leaned far forward and pressed her face against the glass. "No. Master.
Pleeasse," she pleaded. "What's that, slut?" I pulled almost fully out,
then thrust back into her ass. Her bare pussy thumped against the cold
porcelain sink rim. "Oh! Master!" "What, slut?" Thump. "Oh! Master!"
"What?" Thump. "Oh! Master! Yes!" "What?" Thump. "Yes, Master! Yes!"
Thump. "Yes, Master!" Thump. "Please, Master!" Thump. "What, slut?"
Thump. "Please, Master!" Thump. "Please fuck my ass!" Thump. "Please,
Master!" Thump. "Please, Master!" Thump. "Please, Master!" Thump.
"Please fuck my ass!" Thump. "Fuck my ass, Master!" Thump. "Please fuck
my ass!" Thump. I grabbed her tits in both hands, squeezed her nipples
between my fingertips and pulled her back hard against my chest. She
arched her spine and threw her head back over my shoulder. I came deep
inside her bowels. "Oh. Master. Oh!" She relaxed forward, drooped her
head above the faucet. I released her nipples and eased my rapidly
softening cock from her oozing asshole. She wiggled her hips from side
to side, feeling her ass finally free and empty. "I think you enjoyed
that almost as much as I did," I said.
She twisted around to look me in the face. "Yes, Master. I probably
did." A lopsided grin flashed across her face before she turned her head
down and away. She remained leaning across the sink. I stepped back
against the wall and slapped her fanny sharply. "Ow." "Clean up in
here," I ordered. "Then get dressed." I turned and opened the taps for
my shower. She pulled out a length of toilet paper to wipe her dripping
ass. "And lay out my tan suit and a white shirt," I continued as I
stepped in to the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed.
I walked naked into the bedroom after my shower, brushing my hair with a
towel. She was fully clothed, but dropped to her knees, face to the
floor as I entered the room. "Up," I said and sat on the edge of the bed.
She rose to her feet, steadying herself on the bed's edge. She wore an
sleeveless, iridescent blue dress of a vaguely oriental design. The
fabric shined and clung to her curves. The dress would have probably
been too tight without the corset. I guessed that she had bought it
especially to wear with the corset. It was tight and straight around her
legs, extending to mid-calf, but with slits halfway up her thighs on
both sides. The neckline was high with a straight, tight collar that
buttoned at her throat.
She added black stockings to the pumps, and pulled her hair back in a
ponytail. That was it; she wore no jewelry. The effect was stunning.
"Wow," was all I said. "I take it you approve, Master?"
"Wholeheartedly," I agreed. "Now help me get dressed." "Master?" "You
heard me. Help me get dressed." I wanted to push her totally into her
role as slave. She was to serve me, not only sexually, but at all times
and in every way. "Yes, Master. Of course." She knelt and held my
undershorts while I stepped into them, then pulled them up and adjusted
them. She helped me into my pants and buttoned my shirt. As I sat on the
bed, she, kneeling again, pulled on my socks and tied my shoes. I tied
my own tie and slipped into my suit jacket while she knelt beside me.
"One more thing before we go." I said and, with a quiet clink of chain,
pulled a small object from the drawer in my bedside table. "Pull your
dress up around your hips and lie back on the bed." "Okay, Master." She
looked at me, puzzled, and obviously trying to figure out what I held in
my hand. She struggled with the dress, but it was tight enough that she
had trouble pulling it up more that a few inches at the hips. Finally,
she threw herself back on the bed in frustration and pulled up the front
flap of the dress between its two slits. "I'm sorry, Master. This is the
best I can do." The top of her pussy slit was barely below the folded
edge of the dress. "I think that'll do," I said. "Spread your legs a
little." She slid her knees about eight inches apart. I dropped the set
of clamps that I'd bought the day before on the bed between her legs. I
slipped a finger gently between her bare cunt lips and slid it up across
her clit. The finger came away wet. "A bit damp down there," I said.
"Slavery makes me wet," she replied, flatly.
I spread her lower lips apart with the fingers of one hand, exposing her
clit and the inner lips. I tweaked her clit lightly between thumb and
forefinger. "Ooooo." She squirmed her hips.
I pulled up one of the soft inner lips and rolled it in my fingers until
it swelled slightly. Holding firmly, picked up one of the clamps and
released it on her captured cunt lip. "Ow." She jerked just a little.
"Master!" I had set the screw adjustment on the clamp to apply minimum
pressure, but now backed the screw out on its threads until I was sure
the clamp wouldn't slide off. I grasped the other inner lip and secured
it like the first. A short chromed steel chain dangled to the bed from
the two little plastic-coated alligator clips. "Just something to remind
you what you are," I said. "You can get up now." She rose and pulled her
dress back down around her legs. "Master, it hurts."
"Yes?" "But just a little, Master. And the chain is cold." "Slave?" "I'm
sure I'll get used to it, Master." She walked to the door and back. "The
chain sways . . . and pulls just a bit when I walk. You know, I like it
almost as much as I don't like it." She stopped and bowed her head.
"Thank you, Master." "You're welcome, slut. Shall we go?"
"Of course, Master. I'm ready."