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Slave Girl in Bondage
Chapter 103
Taylor decided to get an early start in the morning, a day ahead of schedule. She needed a good night’s sleep for the long ride ahead but she wanted to have some fun.
Her favorite hotel in town was the Majestic. They knew her preferences. She would get the service she wanted and deserved.
When she checked in, she told the clerk she wanted the “Gold Star” service. The man waited until he had written down the order in the ledger, before letting his eyes wander over the blonde’s body. He wondered how he could get a piece of this action.
The Gold Star service included the rental of a suite instead of a room. There were extra things that had to be done. That was why Taylor paid an extra fifteen pfennings for this service, and as far as she was concerned, it was well worth it.
She checked her bag at the delivery service in the lobby. She would have no need of it. This was also the first step in adding an extra thrill to the Gold Star service.
Once in her room, she paced around it, examining everything that was there. The sitting room had the usual chairs and a sofa, with several end tables.
There was no bedroom. Instead, there was a table in the room.
This was the beginning of the Gold Star service.
A scratching at the door told her the service had began. She flung it open to reveal a French Maid.
The French Maid was incapable of knocking as they had locked her wrists behind her back. The key to her cuffs was attached to a ring at her throat. Secured to her arms was a bag containing everything she needed to provide Mallory with the service for which she had paid.
The beautiful blonde pulled her inside, licking her lips in anticipation. Before closing the door, she looked first to the left down the hall, then to the right. No one had seen the French Maid arrive. She doubted anyone she knew would know what the Gold Star service was, but she did not want to run the risk of exposure. In her line of business, this would be humiliating. It would also get her fired.
What the hell?
It would also get her many dates.
Grabbing the French Maid by the upper arm, she dragged her through the first room into the second. While the table was the only piece of furniture in the room, the usual bondage items hung down from hooks on the wall. She grabbed a chain tether as she passed. She attached one end to the French Maid’s collar and the other to a ring on the side of the table.
“Kneel,” she ordered as she walked toward the doorway. The slave girl obediently fell to her knees. Her faithful service as a slave girl had resulted in her getting this job. She knew she might have to service the regular customers if there were complaints. Taylor stripped down naked, leaving all her clothing on the sofa. From beneath an end table, she drew out a cardboard box in which she stuffed all her clothes. When everything was in it, she closed the box, sealing it with extra tape. Behind one chair, on an inner wall, there was an opening to a chute. She pushed the box in. Her clothing disappeared with a hollow thud.
As she heard the lid slam shut, her nipples became hard and pointed. She was naked in this hotel room, with no clothes. She could not get any. She was extremely helpless.
Talk about a real turn on!
She returned to the kneeling French Maid. She removed the shackles from her wrists.
With this done, she circled around the table until she stood under a couple of chains hanging down from the ceiling.
The French Maid removed the tether chain, being careful to hang it back on the wall. She next removed the pack from her bag. She dropped it on the table as she circled around it, in the opposite direction the blonde slaver had taken. On the far wall there was a windlass. She turned the handle four full turns, slowly causing the chains to drop down from the ceiling. When she judged they were at the correct height, she stopped. A pin held the chains at that height.
Taylor knew the rules of the game. She stood there with her hands down to her side, allowing the French Maid to pull her left hand over her head. Attached to the end of the chain was a leather cuff. She wrapped it about the blonde’s wrists, pulling it tight and buckling it. There was no need to use a padlock, as the captive would not be able to remove the cuff once the ends one was on.
She turned her attend to the right wrist, fastening the cuff about it.
The French Maid then returned to the windlass to give it a couple turns. She did not draw the captive’s feet off the floor, but she forced her to stand on her toes.
Sure, it was awkward and in a while it would become painful, but the French Maid knew that was the price the blonde had to pay for the Gold Star service.
This made it impossible for Taylor to resist, not that she wanted to. Rendering her completely helpless was part of the service.
The French Maid returned to the selection of bondage items on the wall to get a gag. While there were several different types to chose from, there was no much doubt which one she would chose.
She held the dildo-gag in front of the blonde’s mouth. The French Maid let it slid slowly past Taylor’s teeth. She then quickly pulled it out most of the way. When the crown was at the captive’s teeth, she rammed it in quickly again. In and out, in and out. Taylor could have complained, but it would have done her now good. Besides, it was this type of service she was paying for.
There was a great deal of frustration because the French Maid would not let her suck on it. She could only pretend it was the real thing.
When she grew tired of this game, the French Maid pushed the dildo forward so the strap touched the blonde’s lips. With her other hand, she pulled the ends of both strap together behind Taylor’s head.
She then turned her attention to securing the ends of the strap together. She pushed the working end through the buckle. The next step was to pull the blonde’s beautiful tresses free. She then pulled hard on the working end of the strap, drawing the dildo deep into the captive’s mouth. (Was there any other way to wear it?) She then buckled the ends together tightly so the dildo could not come out.
The French Maid circled her captive twice. There were only general guidelines she had to follow. She had to have the client in a particular position within two hours. What happened in the interim was up to her.
The shoulder-length satin gloves she wore kept her from getting a good grip but she was certain it was enough to feel uncomfortable. Standing behind the helpless blonde, she reached around her to grab the nipples of her titties. She squeezed as tightly as she could, twisting her hands to create as much pain as was possible.
This was a standard feature of the Gold Star service. The client had to be punished for having the titties of a slave girl. No matter how big or little (on the other hand no woman’s were little), they had to be punished.
She kept them up for five minutes, pinching and twisting. Taylor’s nipples already were hard, and the French Maid manipulated them to make her more aroused.
Eventually it came time to dress the luscious blonde in her working attire.
The garter belt came first. The French Maid wrapped it about the blonde’s hips and hooked it. A few minor adjustments were necessary so it was on correctly.
Next came the stockings, sheer black except for the seam up the back. With her body stretched out to take the weight of her body off her arms, she could not have resisted if she would have wanted to.
The French Maid pulled both up before adjusting the placement on the blonde’s legs. The seam had to be straight.
The black patent leather high heels were last. Once she had them strapped to the blonde’s feet, she was ready to proceed to the next step of the Gold Star service.
She pulled the pins so Taylor’s long tresses hung free down her back.
The French Maid freed the blonde’s left wrist, then her right. Taylor rotated her shoulders to remove the stiffness from the position. As she did that, her captoress pushed her toward the table.
Taylor crawled up on it, immediately altering her position so she sat on the surface. She then pushed herself back toward the end of the table behind her.
When she judged she was in the correct position, she laid back.
The position of her body on the table was not correct, it was close, but not correct. The French Maid paced around the table to determine what adjustments had to be made. She moved to the foot of the table to grab the blonde’s thighs to pull her toward her. Taylor’s legs hung over the edge.
She then moved to the other end of the table.
This table served no other function than to be the resting spot for slave girls. Cut in the end was a groove so Taylor’s head could hang over the edge.
With this done, the French Maid then passed the first of many straps over the blonde’s body. The first cross her upper chest a couple centimeters from her titties. The second was across her slender waist.
The French Maid then secured straps to the blonde’s wrists. The buckles were designed so a person needed two hands to remove the strap from the wrist of the captive. Since Taylor could not reach them with her right hand because the straps were too short, she could not get free. The French Maid had bound her helpless and vulnerable.
The shortness of the strap also made it impossible for her to reach her titties or her crotch.
More straps went across her thighs, pinning them to the table so they were spread far apart. A final set went about the ankles. They added nothing to the captive’s sense of helplessness, but they did insure she could not kick.
The French Maid then selected a short chain with a pair of locks on the ends. She removed her ballgag as she moved back toward the blonde’s feet. As she knelt, she dropped the ballgag on the floor.
The chain went between her collar and the edge of the table. Her face was only a few centimeters from the blonde’s vulnerable pussy.
She put her hands behind her back to lock them there before she began licking.
It did not take Taylor long to achieve her first orgasm. After a couple dozen, she was ready for the French Maid to quit, but that was not to be. She knew she would continue licking until someone told her to stop. Taylor could not, of course. She conveniently had that dildo gag rammed into her mouth. All she could do was made sucking noises as she enjoyed it in her mouth.
Ah, what frustration! Having to come repeatedly with no means of controlling how often and when it would stop.
That was why the Gold Star service was so expensive.
Of course, Taylor’s mouth was being wasted sucking on that dildo in her mouth. They gave the French Maid time make the blonde completely compliant before bringing the slave girls in.
There were six of them – obedient little slave girls who did everything ordered without thinking. What could ask any more of them? As a result, they were scheduled to be rewarded for their servitude.
With them were two whipmistresses. One was more than sufficient, but everyone wanted to be part of the service, and it was difficult limiting it to just two.
While one tethered the six in the sitting room, the other went in back to check on Taylor’s progress. The plaintive look on the captive’s beautiful face told her that the blonde was ripe for further humiliation. Removing her crotch strap, she moved to the top of Taylor’s head. From that position she had no trouble getting at the buckle holding the dildo gag in the blonde’s mouth.
As soon as it was out, she moved forward so she straddled Taylor’s face. Her pussy pressed against the blonde’s waiting mouth. The captive kept her mouth open, her tongue moving.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
Taylor’s tongue was quite good.
She remained in that position for several minutes, allowing herself to come repeatedly.
“Aren’t you finished yet?” the other whipmistress asked from the doorway. Once she had the six tethered, she moved to the doorway to await her turn. She leaned up against the doorframe.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhllllllmost!”
While the second whipmistress enjoyed the pleasure of Taylor’s tongue, the first prepared the first slave girl for her treat. She knew what was about to happen to her. Her nipples became hard and pointed in anticipation.
Finally, it was her turn. She straddled the blonde’s face so the luscious captive could lick her pussy.
As has been noted before, there is nothing lower than a woman who eats the pussy of a slave girl. That was why Taylor had to pay so much for this. She totally enjoyed the humiliation of what they had her do.
The whipmistresses remained near the slave girl, counting her orgasms. She was allowed eight. Yes, that was a very high number, but the management of this establishment believed that a happy slave girl made the clients happy. Their slave girls would do anything to have the opportunity to sit on a free woman’s face.
When she came for the sixth time, one whipmistress went into the sitting room to get the next slave girl. She returned leading her just as the first slave girl came for the eighth time.
They pulled her off, replacing her with the second.
Taylor’s mouth and tongue were tired already (while she had played these types of games often before, she certainly did not have the training and experience of a real slave girl), but there always seemed to be another slave girl who needed her tongue.
When they reached the end of the group, as one whipmistress took the slave girl back to the sitting room, the other straddled the blonde’s face for seconds. She could tell the difference in Taylor’s technique. The movement of her tongue was much slower, but it did the job quicker.
When the whipmistress had come two or three times, she got off to let her sister mistress have a turn.
Instead of returning to the slave girls, she walked to the foot of the table where the French Maid still licked furiously at Taylor’s pussy. (Unlike the blonde, she had abundant training and experience.) The mistress scooped up the ballgag with her left hand. That hand then unhooked the tether chain while her right pulled the slave girl’s head back. In one fluid motion, she popped the ballgag in the woman’s mouth.
Of course, the French Maid deserved rewards also. When the whipmistresses had finished, they placed her of the blonde’s head. They did not bother tethering her there. What fool slave girl would run away when she had the opportunity of having her pussy licked by a free woman?
The whipmistresses took their six slave girls back downstairs. At their arrival, it was time for another whipmistress to pay Taylor a visit.
First she pulled the French Maid off the blonde’s face. Immediately, she popped the ballgag in her mouth, loosely fastening the strap.
She took the French Maid out into the hall here she tethered her beside the door. Someone would come for her eventually. Until then she was another lovely ornament decorating the inn.
She returned to Taylor and her lovely mouth. The ballgag came out, and her pussy came on the captive’s face.
That whipmistress had with her the abbreviated black satin outfit of a French Maid. She dropped it on the floor at the foot of the table. The straps came off, but the blonde made no effort to rise. No wonder. She was so exhausted she could hardly move.
Being still was not an option. The woman dragged her from the table to the chains where she had been bound an hour or two earlier. She attached a leather cuff to one wrist, then the other. The blonde hung limply from her bondage.
The whipmistress went to the windlass to give it a couple full turns. That was enough to bring the captive’s feet a few centimeters off the floor.
As she hung there limply, Taylor could not resist as the woman fastened the French Maid’s outfit about her body. It snapped up the back and down the sleeves. (Not only was it easy to put on, it was easier to remove.)
The only other item was a black velvet choker. Unless you looked closely at it, you would think it was a black leather slave collar.
It was more than a thin piece of velvet though. It was reinforced with steel wires. When a leash was attached to the ring in front, a mistress could pull her along as though she was a slave girl.
The whipmistress attached a leash to the ring. When she lowered Taylor, she fell to her knees on the floor.
The mistress walked back to the captive slowly. She knew Taylor was going nowhere. Bending to get the leash, she tugged on it once as she whispered in the blonde’s ear.
“Come on, Princess. It’s time to play.”
The buxom blonde was too exhausted to protest as the mistress led her from the sanctuary of the room. She found herself stuffed in a slave elevator, and a couple minutes later, she found herself on the first floor near the lobby.
There were few people about that time of night, a fact that Taylor was thankful for. Still, there was the occasional passerby or reveler coming in late from a party.
The mistress turned the blonde so she faced the wall.
“Legs apart.”
She had never noticed that the hotel had marble walls a couple feet up on the first floor.
“Bent over.”
As soon as she did that, the woman removed the gag.
“Lick the wall. Keep licking it until I tell you to stop.”
So there was Taylor bent over in public so her pussy was exposed. Most people walked by without paying her any attention. A couple men though found her pussy to appealing to pass up, and one woman used two fingers on her.
She wished they would allow her to suck cock, but what she did was not her decision. Except for the whipmistresses, everyone though she was a slave girl.
The blonde’s soft lips and wet tongue caressed cold smooth surface of the stone as she became aroused again.
Normally, the service ended in the middle of the night. The client was sure to sleep soundly after all the physical activity she had undertaken since she checked in.
The Majestic, it seems was short of slave girls. Taylor found herself being impressed to help with some late arrivals. The beautiful blonde found herself satisfying a traveling salesman. Though long sessions she spent sucking a dildo paid off.
Then there was the husband and wife. The husband wanted to watch while Taylor and his wife went at it hot and heavy on the bed.
Eventually the games came to an end. Dawn approacheth.
Taylor had planned to ride to Carston to arrive early in the day so she could get a head start on her investigation. The remainder of her team would arrive in the morning. She wanted the case solved by then.
She went by coach instead. Despite the constant jolting as the wheels bounced on the rough road, she fell asleep.
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