Slave

	Chapter 1.


	I arrived at Professor Hill's summer cottage late in the afternoon on May 
20th.  Her place is in Vermont, north of Route 9, in a very rural area.  Her 
directions were perfect and as I drove down the long winding gravel drive I 
wondered if I was crazy for agreeing to spend the summer as a slave laborer.

	My name is Kate Bell and I grew up in Connecticut, the only child of a 
wealthy stockbroker who always told me that hard work is the only way to get 
ahead in this world.  So, rather than being a pampered rich kid I worked my 
butt off for everything I got.  So I grew up strong and independent.  By 
sixteen, I stood 5' 10" tall and weighed 145 pounds.  I looked deceptively 
slender because my body fat was less than 8% and I was as strong as a horse. 
  I have blonde hair, hazel eyes, a nice athletic body and long sleek legs.  
I'm not beautiful but I'm close.

	My summer of slavery resulted from an argument I had with Professor Hill 
during my sophomore year in college.  Professor Hill was my history 
professor and we argued about various aspects of slavery in America in the 
18th and 19 century.  She dismissed me as a "pampered rich girl who doesn't 
know the meaning of hard work".  We argued back and forth for weeks but 
never in class, not after the first time.

	Finally, in April, she challenged me to spend the summer as a slave laborer 
at her cottage in Vermont.  She told me she knew I didn't need the money I'd 
earn so she'd make a donation to the charity of my choice.  I almost backed 
out when she told me I'd spend the entire summer naked.  "I'll allow you to 
wear heavy socks, work boots, gloves, and a hat.  And of course sunscreen.  
But otherwise you'll work naked, just like a real slave."

	I parked on a gravel parking area in front of the cottage and got out.  
Professor Hill came around from the back and motioned for me to wait by my 
car.  She was wearing cargo shorts and a tank top and looked very nice.  
She's in her late thirties, medium height, black hair, olive skin, and a 
slender build.  And, in shorts, I saw that she had very nice legs.

	She paused by the porch to pick something up.  As she approached I saw that 
it was a wide leather strap.  She stopped about six feet away and said, 
"Take your clothes off and leave them in your car."

	I wanted to get back in my car and leave but I didn't.  I slowly undressed, 
folding each item of clothing before laying it on the passenger seat.  When 
I was finished she told me to lock the car and then she took the keys.  She 
looked me over and nodded.  "Good, you've got a nice strong build."

	She took me around back and pointed to the back porch.  "There's gloves, 
socks, boots, and a hat there.  Put them on and you can get to work."

	I went up on the porch and put on the socks, boots, and hat.  Then, 
carrying the gloves, I followed her down a path to a small pond.  Three 
truck loads of sand had been dumped beside the pond.  "I want the sand 
spread out to make a small beach.  Get to work."

	I grabbed a spade and got to work.  She'd marked out the area to be 
covered.  It was about 20 feet wide and stretched about 12 feet back from 
the water.  "Make it about four inches deep.  When you've finished spreading 
the sand you can rake it."

	I'd arrived shortly after one p.m.  She worked me hard until sundown.  
Occasionally, she used the strap when she thought I wasn't working hard 
enough.  The first time she brought it down across my back I wanted to use 
the shovel on her.  But I controlled myself.  By the time she let me quit 
I'd gotten a good deal of sand spread and I was exhausted.  I was also 
sweaty and covered with sand.  She'd used the strap on me a number of times 
but she'd also given me a five minute break each hour and all the water I 
wanted.  And sunscreen.

	As we walked back to the cottage she pointed to an outdoor shower.  "Take a 
shower while I cook."  As I showered I watched her grill steaks on a gas 
grill.  When I was done I walked over to the grill, running my fingers 
through my hair.  She glanced up and said, "We'll cut your hair tonight.  
Shave you, too."

	I started to protest but the look she gave me stifled it.  "Why shave me?"

	She smiled.  "To make you realize that a slave had no choices in life."

	After a dinner of steak, baked potatoes, and salad she cropped my hair 
short and then shaved my pubic area.  Then she set up a folding massage 
table and gave me a good rubdown with some scented oil that eased my sore 
muscles.

	When she was done she paused with her hand resting on the small of my back 
and asked, "How often do you masturbate?"

	I blushed and refused to answer.  She picked up the strap and brought it 
down across my buttocks.  After three I started to cry, after five I yelled, 
"Almost every day."

	She put the strap down and ran her hand over my sore ass.  "Good.  While 
you're here you won't masturbate without asking permission.  Do you 
understand, slave?"

	I nodded.  "Yes, ma'am."

	Then her hand slipped between my legs and I gasped as her fingers caressed 
my sex!  She masturbated skillfully and I whimpered in pleasure as her 
fingers teased my clit.  I tensed when she spread my buttocks and I felt the 
cool air flow over my anus.  She ran the tip of her finger over my anus and 
it triggered an intense orgasm.  I moaned with pleasure as I came and came!

	The next week passed in a blur of hard work and I marveled at how quickly I 
got used to being a naked slave.  She used the strap liberally and I hated 
the pain but I endured it.  She let me masturbate three times that week.  
Each time I had to kneel and ask permission and then masturbate right there 
on my knees while she watched.

	I had no privacy at all.  I showered outdoors and used a chemical toilet 
that had no door.  I slept on a blanked on the kitchen floor.  Each day I 
used a 30 SPF sunscreen and my body gradually tanned to a nice golden brown. 
  When I looked in the mirror I had to admit that I looked pretty sexy with 
my short hair and bare pubic area.  My inner labia protrude noticeably and 
Sara, as she told me to call her, said she liked it.  In fact, she had me 
kneel in front of her each day and stretch my inner lips for five minutes.

	It took me almost two weeks to finish the beach to her satisfaction.  Of 
course, I was interrupted with other chores such as mowing, weeding, and the 
like.  One day, when I hadn't weeded to her satisfaction she tied me to a 
tree and whipped me until I was sobbing like a baby.  The bark scratched my 
breasts, belly and thighs and I was miserable.  I told her I wanted to leave 
and she said, "Go ahead.  I knew you couldn't cut it."

	Her tone hurt worse than the whipping.  I said I'd stay.  She nodded and 
told me to get my ass back to the garden and finished weeding.  That night, 
after midnight, she came down to the kitchen wearing nothing but a long 
t-shirt that reached mid-thigh.  I woke when she crouched beside me and 
pulled my blanket off.  The light from the hall was bright enough for me to 
see that she was bare under the t-shirt.  She rubbed my belly for a moment 
and then straightened up.  "Come with me, slave."

	I followed her up to her bedroom.  She peeled off the t-shirt and sat down 
on the edge of her bed with her fine slim legs spread.  She pointed at the 
floor between her feet and said, "Kneel."

	I sank to my knees and stared at her bare pussy.  "You know what I want, 
slave."

	I took a deep breath and put my hands on her thighs.  Then I leaned and 
planted a kiss on her inner thigh where the skin is the softest.  I kissed 
her a dozen times before leaning in and pressing my lips against her sex.  
She sighed and whispered, "Yes!  Eat me!"

	I ran my tongue along her pussy lips, tasting another woman for the first 
time.  She had a tangy, salty taste that I liked.  Excited, I pushed my 
tongue into her pussy, marveling at the softness I found there.  I didn't 
really have a clue as to what to do so I did what I thought I'd like and it 
must have been right because she came within minutes.

	When she calmed down she kissed me and told me to go back to my blanket.  
The next day she worked me as hard as ever.  By then we were clearing brush 
on the far side of the pond.  That night she brought me up to her bed and 
sodomized me with a strap-on dildo.  She made me squat and lubricate my anus 
while she watched so I knew what was coming.  I begged her not to do me 
there but she ignored me.  The dildo was gel-filled and it felt like I was 
being split open by a big soft wedge.  I cried as she fucked me in my ass 
but then a strange thing happened - it started to excite me.  I was on my 
hands and knees and I reached back and rubbed my clit while she fucked me 
with long, smooth strokes.  My orgasm was so intense I almost passed out!  I 
remember screaming with pleasure as I came and then everything went black 
for a moment!

	The next day I went back to work with a sore anus and the memory of the 
most intense sex of my life!  By the end of June she was satisfied with the 
work around the pond and we swam every night.  Sometimes, during the day, 
she'd let me take a break and go for a brief swim.  By then I was used to 
being naked all the time and it felt strange when she told me to put on a 
t-shirt and shorts because she was taking me out for ice cream.  The t-shirt 
was sleeveless and cropped short to show off my muscles and my flat belly.  
The shorts were cotton and very short to show off my long firm thighs.  
Needless to say, I had no bra or panties on.  A pair of sandals completed my 
outfit.

	The trip to town was very enjoyable.  We ate our ice cream while walking 
around window shopping.  We went into a funky jewelry store that advertised 
piercing and Sara asked the clerk, a girl in her early twenties, about 
nipple piercing.  They chatted for a while and Sara looked at various rings 
and studs.  I wasn't too concerned until Sara asked about clit piercing.  I 
shook my head and whispered, "No, please.."

	But a couple of minutes later I was in the back room pulling my t-shirt off 
so the clerk could check my nipples.  Sara told me to take my shorts off 
too.  I hesitated before obeying.  I knew I'd be punished for the 
hesitation.  The clerk ran the tips of her fingers over my nipples and I 
blushed as the sprang erect.  She told Sara that my nipples were too 
delicate for anything but the most delicate rings they had.  "What about her 
clit?"

	The clerk patted a table and said, "Hop up and squat."  I obeyed and she 
told me to spread my labia.  I obeyed, blushing again.  She decided that a 
small stud would be best.  "And maybe a labia ring.  Some people like to run 
a chain between nipple rings and labia rings."

	The clerk, Kathy, told Sara that we'd have to come back the next day if she 
wanted to have me pierced because she was alone in the store that evening.  
Sara said we'd be back and we left.

	As we walked back to her car Sara glanced at me and said, "You liked that 
didn't you?"

	"Liked what?"

	"Stripping in front of that girl."

	I blushed and nodded.  "Yes, I did."

	"Why?"

	"Because it pleased you.  And because she was pretty and nice."

	"Do you want to go back tomorrow?"

	I thought about it for a moment.  "Yes, if that's your wish."

	She chuckled.  "Good answer, slave.  Remind me to beat you for your 
hesitation when I told you to drop your shorts."

	"Yes, ma'am."

	When we got to the entrance to her driveway she stopped and told me to get 
out.  "Strip, girl."

	I stripped.  She tied my wrists behind my back and then slipped another 
rope around my arms above my elbows.  I gasped when she pulled it tight so 
that my elbows touched behind my back.  She tied it like that.  "Now jog 
back to the house and think about your punishment. You have a choice: twenty 
across your breasts or ten between your legs.  Go!"

	I jogged back to the cottage as slowly as I could to keep my breasts from 
bouncing too much.  When I arrived I told Sara I'd rather have ten between 
my legs.  It turned out to be a bad choice.  She put leather cuffs on my 
ankles and hung me upside in the door of the barn, my legs spread as wide as 
possible.  She put a damp cloth in my mouth for a gag and then whipped me 
between my legs.

	The first blow was perfect and the pain that shot threw me was the worst 
I'd ever felt!  I arched my back in agony and screamed into the gag.  I 
began shaking my head and screaming, "No!  No!"  But the gag muffled my 
words.  Not that she'd have paid any attention.

	She took her time.  Each blow was deliberate and well-aimed.  My pussy felt 
like it was on fire!  I screamed and begged.  Begged and screamed.  It was 
the longest ten minutes of my entire life.  When she finally let me down I 
collapsed on my back and sobbed like a baby for several minutes.

	She walked over and sat on the back steps.  When I finally stop crying she 
said, "Come here.  On your belly."

	I crawled across the yard on my belly.  When I got to the steps she said, 
"I have dust on my shoes.  Clean them.  With your tongue."

	I licked her shoes clean.  It was total submission.  Total humilitaton.  
When she was satisified she ruffled my hair and said, "What are you, Kate?"

	I took a deep breath.  "I'm a slave.  A naked slave."

	"Are you my bitch?"

	"Yes, ma'am.  I'm your bitch."

	"Take a shower.  Then go upstairs and lube your anus and then lay down on 
the bed and wait for me."

	I showered under her watchful eye.  Then I ran upstairs and squatted by the 
bed while I lubed my anus.  As I lay on her bed waiting to be fucked in my 
ass I realized that I was content in my slavery.  I had found my niche in 
life as a nude lesbian slave.

	When Sara came in she undressed and slipped into the strap-on.  Then she 
stroked my buttocks for a moment.  "Something's changed, Kate.  What it it?"

	I turned and looked back over my shoulder.  "I'm content.  This is where I 
belong."

	She smiled and then fucked me in my ass for a long, long time.  I came at 
least three times.

	The next day she had me pierced - nipples and clit.  The old fashioned way, 
with a needle, to ensure maximum pain.  As Kathy was piercing my clit Sara 
asked if there was someplace she could have me branded.

	Kathy looked up and said, "I'll do it.  Out at my place."

	"I want a small S just above her pussy.  Where it will be hidden if her 
pubic hair is allowed to grow out."

	"No problem.  Bring her to my place tomorrow."

	The next day, tied tightly to a fence, I screamed as Kathy branded me.  I 
fainted and woke up stretched out on a blanket in the shade, an ice pack 
over my brand.