After years in slavery to Mistress Jennifer, I am sold again
I have been the slave of mistress Jennifer for a little
over three years. I was purchased for one hundred
thousand dollars from mistress Morgan. I am now twenty
four years old and have been in slavery for almost five
years.
I am in my kennel. my mistress and her mother have gone
out for the afternoon and I am safely behind bars. My
wrists are chained to my collar and I am in my chastity
belt and anklets. For the first time in weeks, I am
shaved and my nails have been polished in a pinkish
red. My nipple and clit rings have been removed and my
hair has been colored a beautiful shade of blond,
making me look hotter than I have looked in years.
When I asked mistress why she was doing my toes and
fingers and shaving ME, instead of the other way
around, she just gave me a kiss and put a lock gag on.
My kennel is very small. It was made for a large pit-
bull, so the steel is very strong, but there isn’t room
to move around or lay flat. At the command, “Kennel!” I
know enough to get on all fours and back into it, then
wait to see if mistress is going to chain my ankles or
hands after I am inside. If I give her a hard time she
puts me in the slave hood, so I have learned to make
the best of things.
mistress is back at 4pm. I can see the clock in the
bedroom from the closet in which the kennel is placed.
She opens the gate and says, “Leash!” which is a
command for me to crawl out of the kennel and wait to
be attached to her leash.
I am naked. I am always naked. she commands, “Back
display!” I go to my back, legs and arms in the air. My
pussy is now wide open for use or display or punishment
and I feel her toe, pressing against my pussy as she
commands me to juice.
getting wet only takes seconds before she bends over me
and takes away my wrist cuffs and belly chain leaving
me naked except or my anklets which never come off.
she commands, “Display!” I stand up and put my hands
over and behind my head. My breasts are out and I am up
on my toes, so the curves of my body are tightly
displayed.
We have spend countless hours on commands and position
training. My mistress loves spending hours watching me
go through my paces.
I hear voices. It is Mistress Kate and a strange voice
on the stairs. Soon they are in the bedroom. The
strange voice belongs to a woman who is the most
beautiful creature I have ever seen. I am wet looking
at her and posing in “display position” it is
impossible to hide the juice emanating from my pussy.
My mistress commands, “Open!” and I go on my side,
right leg in the air, hands behind my back. My leg is
in the air as high as possible and my puss and belly is
open for inspection.
The new girl bends down and starts to feel my nipples.
She takes her time. She puts her finger in my puss. She
rubs my clit. She opens my mouth and puts her fingers
inside, rubbing my gums. I taste myself. My mistress
commands, “Belly!” and I turn on my belly hands and
arms on my side. The new girl presses her finger inside
my ass cheeks, deep inside my butt hole. I
involuntarily pass gas.
She discusses me with Kathy and Jenn like I wasn’t
here.
“Has her ass been used? Do you whip her? Is she
obedient? Is she a trained lady’s maid?” They talk
about me for almost a half hour while I am in belly
position.
I see the new girl take off her shoes. She has
beautiful feet and toes. My mistress commands, “Toes!”
and I crawl to her feet and put them in my mouth,
sucking and licking until given permission to stop.
“Kneel!” and I am in perfect posture in the middle of
the bedroom eyes facing the floor. the new girl comes
over to me and lifts my face with her hand. “I am
mistress Faith, your new owner.”
My new mistress was the most beautiful woman I ever
seen. She was also the strictest and my slavery went to
another level.
My new home was a large farm in Vermont and for the
first time I wasn’t the only slave in residence. Faith
had a barn connected to the main house and inside were
five prison like cells, each filled with another female
slave. Some of the girls were older than me and two
were in their early teens. I had no idea how Mistress
came to won them.
I was housed in a small cell. Like the other girls I
was naked except for my collar. mistress didn’t believe
in chastity belts or anklets, so we were free inside
the cells. This was a first. We also had an overseer.
That too was a first.
Every morning Maria, (a twenty something beauty) would
take us out of the cells and line us up. Two hours of
heavy exercise followed. We were made to sweat and get
in shape. after that we were allowed to bath and talk
until around eleven am when we were allowed outside for
some fresh air.
It had been years since I was allowed outside so being
in the fresh Vermont air was like a gift from god. on
some days, mistress came out and talked to us. She knew
us well.
On other days she had us line up after our fresh air
hour and went down the line inspecting and playing with
her property. Depending upon her mood, she would pick
one or two of us to spend the rest of the day and night
with her. The ones not selected were allowed to talk
outside their cells till after a light dinner and then
were locked safely inside till the next day. We weren’t
belted or gagged so the girls masturbated all night
long. The smell of woman was everywhere.
when I was selected for the night, mistress made me
perform to perfection.
I remained in Vermont until I was twenty six years old.
I was a slave girl in Vermont in 2004.
How strange to have this as my life. What would happen
next?