A Slave for Tracy
Part 4.
"Next case," Magistrate Elizabeth Philips leaned back in her chair in her
courtroom and sighed. *Will crime ever be defeated?* she wondered, *We have
probably the harshest judicial system in all the settled worlds but crime is
still as bad here as on those worlds that have much milder punishment systems.
Oh well. Here we go again.*
Elizabeth sat forward and surveyed the group of men and women who stood
before her as her clerk shuffled his papers. There were three men and two women.
All but one had the attitude of' 'been here before, I can take it. ' The one
that was quivering with fear was a woman. And that woman's face looked rather
familiar too. *Where have I seen her before?* The Court clerk rose to his feet.
"Your Worship it is alleged that on the night of November 16 David Alfred
Hawkins, Samuel George Reading, Kevin John Hawkins, Helen Natile Hawkins and
Helen Doris Hawkins, did conspire and attempt to rob the main vault of the
Harris St. branch of the Camelot Savings Bank. During this robbery two bank
guards were killed and two others wounded. David Alfred Hawkins and Helen Natile
Hawkins are also charged with one count of murder each, Your Worship and Samuel
George Reading and Kevin John Hawkins with one count of attempted murder each.
Helen Doris Hawkins, wife of David Hawkins is an employee of the Bank, and is
charged with aiding the planning of the by stealing security information about
the vault.
"Thankyou Mr Duffy. Mr Kendall."
"Thankyou Your Worship. The People ask for no bail be allowed Your Worship.
All bar Helen Hawkins have long criminal records with violence and Samuel
Reading is a shuttle pilot. He also owns a lease on a small shuttle and it is
believed he was to take the loot and his companions to renvois with a tramp
starship now in orbit. If they are granted bail they may abscond. When we bring
them to trial before Your Worship the police will bring evidence that will show
clearly that all this is correct."
"Thankyou, Mr Kendall. Mr Gregory, isn't it?"
"Yes Your Worship. I appear for the accused. Your Worship there has been a
terrible mistake made here and we ask for bail for all the accused so that they
may return to their places of employment while this error is sorted out. I also
add Mrs Hawkins has a teenage daughter who needs her mother.
"Hmmm.... Ms Hawkins are you the mother of a Sarah Dutton who was convicted
of the murder of a rapist some time ago?"
"Errr... Yes, Your Worship," Helen Hawkins was clearly surprised at the
question. As was the rest of the court.
"Then I must excuse myself from this case. Bail is denied to all but Ms
Hawkins. Her bail is set at $5,000. Next case" *I must call Freda at next
break*
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Tracy walked quickly up to the entrance to Robinvale Prison. It was five
o'clock. Time to collect Sarah. HER Sarah whom she loved dearly and who she
hoped one day to have beside her for life. She smiled happily at the gate guard
as she accepted her visitors badge from him. "Happy school's over Ms Tracy?" he
asked politely.
"You bet. Now Sarah can start showing me around this planet - or around the
city at least." she replied cheerfully.
She went in to the admin section where she always collected Sarah each
Friday evening. On entering she found most of the crims that were going home
with their Handlers waiting eagerly. Most that is, but not all A few were
sitting despondently to one side. They were going to the girls who were called
'Satanists' at school because of the harsh way they treated their crims. However
recently one Handler had gone too far and had nearly killed her crim. She had
been dropped from the Handler programme as a result. Tracy noticed Sharon
Granger was not with the despondent group, but standing in the centre of the
room with other crims. However she was dressed in her street clothes, not her
prison tunic. Tracy recalled how Sharon had reacted to Patricia Harris when she
(Tracy) was trying to treat Sharon's Ripgrass cut.
Tracy went up to Sarah who's face had lit up as she spotted Tracy entering
the room. Tracy felt her heart pound as she saw the smile. God, how she loved
this girl. Sarah had her bag of spare clothes and personal items with her as had
the other crims. Tracy hugged Sarah tightly. "Ready to go, honey?"
"Oh, Yes," breathed Sarah. But as they turned towards the door, someone
blocked their path.
"Excuse me, you two. Tracy can I speak to you a minute?" Sharon Granger was
polite and Tracy wondered what she wanted. She had had no contact with Sharon
(except for the Ripgrass incident) since Sharon had tried to get Tracy into
trouble months ago. Sharon had been sentenced to a month in gaol and had been
'handled' by Patricia Harris. The sentence must now be up.
"Sure Sharon. I take it you finished here? Your time is up?"
"Yes. And before I go I would like to tell you I'm sorry for what I did. I
hope you may one day forgive me. I don't know how I could have done what I did
to you. But I am sorry. I know it's not much but it is true."
Tracy was surprised. She had assumed Sharon would be bitter at her time in
gaol. She held out her hand, "That's OK Sharon. I hope all goes well for you.
Will you be returning to our school next year or moving else ware?"
"Not sure yet. Mother hasn't said yet. She has another month to serve. For
now I'm just going home with Father. Here he is now." A burley dark haired well
fleshed man in a business suit had joined them. He did not look happy. Sharon's
greeting of her father was cool. "Good Evening, Father. This is Tracy Wilson and
her crim Sarah Dutton." Tracy shook hands with Sharon's father. He did not offer
to shake Sarah's hand. His greeting was polite but abrupt. Clearly he wanted to
be gone.
"Good Evening, Ms Wilson, nice to meet you. You ready to go, Sharon?"
"Yes, Father." Tracy watched as the two left the room. There was no warmth
between them that she could see.
"He's a cold one, Tracy."
"Yes." Tracy snapped the 'cuffs on Sarah, then slipped an arm round her.
"Let's go."
As they left the room, Tracy's name was called. A warder beckoned to them.
"Ms Tracy will you and Sarah go to the Governor's office, please. The Governor
wants to see you both."
"Certainly," said a surprised Tracy.*Wonder what Aunt Freda wants to say to
us that can't wait until we get home?*
"Come in, both of you." Aunt Freda was sitting behind her desk which had
several files on it. There was silence for a moment. Tracy got the distinct
impression that her usually calm and confident Aunt was lost for words. but then
Aunt Freda continued, "Sarah this really concerns you not Tracy but I see no
reason to hide what will probably be on the news anyway. Sarah, your mother was
arrested earlier today along with your foster father and others in relation to
an attempted robbery at the Harris St. branch of the Camelot Savings Bank last
night in which two guards were killed. They appeared before Elizabeth this
afternoon. Your mother was bailed but not the rest. One of the others was a
woman. Come and look here. Is there anyone there you recognise?"
Tracy watched in sympathy as Sarah turned a shocked face towards the screen
Aunt Freda indicated. It showed a group of women that had just been delivered to
the prison from various courthouses across the city. "Yes, M'am. The tall one in
leather. She is David's sister. She doesn't like me or Susan but was always nice
to Mother. What happened M'am? How could my mother be mixed up in a robbery? I
know she works at that branch of the bank but how could she be involved in a
crime? She's practically dumped me after what happened."
"At the moment I know no more than what I've told you, Sarah. Perhaps
Elizabeth will be able to tell us more when she gets home. You two be off now.
I'll be over when I've finished here. Off you go."
Tracy put her arm around a shocked Sarah and gently steered her out of the
Governor's office and out the prison gate. They walked in silence to the
crossing and over the road to the Governor's house. There they were greeted by
the crim housekeeper Fiona. Tracy sniffed appreciatively as they entered the
house. "Yum. You've done it again Fiona."
Fiona flushed with pleasure as she held the door for them. "You are easy to
please Miss Tracy. I can't thank your Aunts enough for giving me this chance."
However Fiona's eyes were on Sarah. "Errr.. Sarah, on the news.."
"We know Fiona," Tracy cut in quickly. "Aunt Freda just told us."
"Oh Good," clearly Fiona was relieved she did not have t be the bearer of
bad news.
"We'll go upstairs and clean up Fiona. Be down shortly." Tracy guided Sarah
to the stairs and they began to climb. Sarah said nothing until they entered
Tracy's room. Only then did she seem to come out of her shock, set down her bag
and turn automatically and begin to undo the buttons of Tracy's shirt. Tracy
stopped her. "I'll do that. How 'bout you see if you can com your Mum or Susan,"
she said quietly.
Sarah looked gratefully at her, "Thanks Tracy." She sat down at the table,
pulled the com unit closer and punched in her mother's home code. The call was
answered by Susan. A very worried and red-eyed Susan who was clearly happy to
see a friendly face. "Sarah, thank goodness you've called. You know, I s'pose.
It's awful. The police have been here and searched the place. Everything is in a
mess. Mum just got home. She's all upset. I don't know what to do."
Sarah spoke soothingly, "That's OK Sis. Is Mum there? Put her on. You go
get dinner ready." Susan gave Sarah a sort of half-smile, nodded and vanished to
be replaced by her mother.
"Hello, Sarah. I take it you have heard the news. It sure travels fast.
Well it looks like you were right after all. I've been a total fool and now I
will have to pay for my stupidity. I had no idea this was what they planned. I
know now this was what Alf was planning all along. He admitted today he only
married me to get in close with me and trick me into giving him the access code
to the vault. Do you think you will ever be able to forgive me?"
"Of course I forgive you, Mum. Mow have you seen a lawyer?"
"Yes. A Mr Gregory is appearing for us. He is one of Alf's friends. He said
I should keep quiet. He said if I am not quiet I will probably go to prison,
probably for between 25 and 30 years as an accessory to murder or something. My
career in the bank is ruined. Oh.. it's terrible. What will happen to me?"
Sarah looked at Tracy. "Can I go see Mum tomorrow?" she whispered. Tracy
nodded.
"Sure."
"What was that, dear?"
"Tracy said I could come and see you, Mum. I'll be along tomorrow with
Tracy. Now don't worry. We'll see this through somehow."
"I'll see you tomorrow then, Sarah. Thanks for calling." The screen went
dark. Sarah sat there for a moment, her head bowed, gathering her thoughts. Then
she felt a hand on her shoulder. she looked up into Tracy's concerned face.
"You OK?"
"I will be I guess. Sorry about all this. I know it messes up your plans
for tomorrow."
"Never mind that. We can go another day. How did your Mum appear to you.?
How is she coping?"
"Not well. And I think she has forgotten Susan."
"I see. Well there is nothing we can do until tomorrow. Better get ready
for tea. I think I heard Aunt Elizabeth come in just now." Sarah nodded, stood
up and began to undress.
"... so you see Sarah it appears your mother was being coned from the
start. David Hawkins never had any love for her. He was simply using her home as
a base to organise his raid and at the same time prise all the knowledge of the
bank's security system she had out of her so as to get into the vault.
Unfortunately for him the bank used the 'twin system' style security system
where there is always two separate systems double-checking each other. Your
mother knew this of course but she never had any knowledge of the other systems
passwords or their keys. Also she never told Hawkins of the second system,
probably simply because the subject never came up. Hawkins apparently spent
hours with your mother slowly getting all the information she had without
raising her suspicions. The police are quite satisfied she had nothing to do
with the murders but the prosecutors are under pressure from both the
government, media and the bank. It appears that vault also holds some military
or government secrets as well as private boxes and of course, money.
Unfortunately for your mother, Hawkins claims she was in on the plot from the
beginning and supported it all the way. He says she was to join them on the
starship and they would go live on the pleasure world Paradise. Unless it can be
proven otherwise, Sarah, your mother could go down for a long time."
"I... I see."
"You mean the court will take the word of a known criminal and murderer
over a person with no previous convictions, Aunt?" asked Tracy in surprise.
"It could, given the other evidence - that they could only get as far as
they did with Sarah's mothers help, Tracy. It certainly sounds plausible when
you think of it."
"I see. Well, there is one thing we have we can use if Sarah's mother is
telling the truth. The Truth Light. If she gives her evidence under it at least
the court will know she is speaking truth."
"That's true," said Aunt Freda, "Although you remember, Tracy that you will
have to allow Hawkins and Co. to give their evidence under it too. If they want
to, that is."
"I understand, Aunt," replied Tracy. She looked at Sarah who was gazing at
her with tears in her eyes.
"Y... You would let Mother use your Light, Tracy?" she whispered.
"Certainly, hon. You can tell her tomorrow," Sarah wrapped her arms around
Tracy and hugged her tightly. Tracy returned the hug. Tracy slowly rubbed
Sarah's naked back as she looked at her Aunts. "If the Light proves Sarah's
Mother to be an innocent party will she still have to go to prison?"
"I'm afraid it's possible," replied Aunt Elizabeth, "I haven't seen all the
evidence. But I understand there are papers she signed that tie her in with the
crime possibly without her knowing it. She apparently paid for equipment they
used in the break-in. I don't know what else they have. But it's enough to make
George Kendall very happy."
"Kendall," Sarah and Tracy chorused.
"Yes. He is the prosecuting attorney. Why. Do you two know him?"
"No, not him," answered Tracy, "But his daughter is in our class. She was
the one who lost her Handler status after she pushed Belinda into the Ripgrass.
He was not pleased that she had lied to him. Do you remember Aunt Freda? (Aunt
Freda nodded) Julie has been pretty quiet since then. So her father is
prosecutor for this case. Is he good, Aunt?"
"Very good. If he can prove your mother was knowingly in with the others,
Sarah, he will."
"Do you think it would be better for Sarah's mother to plead guilty to
being an accessory or not guilty to all charges, Aunt Elizabeth?"
"To early to say, Tracy. The police are still sifting through the
evidence."
"When are they next to appear in court, Aunt Elizabeth?"
"Not until next February. That is when the prosecution confirms the list of
charges and they will have to give their pleas of guilty or not guilty."
"Ms Elizabeth, if Mother wants to plead not guilty and use the Truth Light
should she have a lawyer of her own?"
"Yes, Sarah it would be better. The same lawyer could represent all parties
but there may be a conflict of interest here. Yes she should get a lawyer of her
own. There is probably not much more we can do at the moment. I suggest when you
see your Mother tomorrow, Sarah tell her about the Truth Light. Tracy, you'd
better tell her about its workings and remind her that anything in her past
could be brought up also and confirmed as true also." Tracy and Sarah nodded.
"Now, don't forget that on Monday you meet cousin Frederica," said Aunt
Freda as the two girls left the room. "We wont, Aunt," called Tracy, as they
began to climb the stairs.
Next day they took the bus to where Sarah's family lived. Along the way
they went through a very affluent suburb. The homes mostly were set back from
the street and had high privacy fences around them. Tracy saw bonded people
following their bondholders in the street. Some were totally nude while others
wore brief tunics or just wrap skirts or kilts that left the upper body bare.
Tracy also noticed some 'slaves' male and female had rings in their nipples. She
commented on this to Sarah.
"The rings usually mean they're long term slaves. Some owners like to have
coloured chains or ribbons running between the rings. Some businesses that rent
out slaves have signs or placards hanging between the nipple rings and their
neck chain or collar. Much like you have your company logo on your vehicle
door."
Tracy pointed to an odd sight. "What is the reason for that?" There was a
girl, naked but for a brown chain round her neck, standing with her back to a
gate. Her hands were chained together and bound to the gate above her head so
that the girl was displayed beautifully to those passing by. Further along a
naked boy was displayed in the same manner.
"That house has probably just got that slave. She is being displayed to
show off the families taste in slaves. Also if she is new to slavery it is a way
to strip her of her inhibitions, I believe. Sometimes at weekends you'll see
people -both boys and girls- going along the streets just to look and feel the
displayed slaves."
"Feel? There allowed to touch the slaves?"
"There is usually no-one there to stop them."
"I see.... I hope that's ALL they do?"
"During the day, yes. But some families leave a slave out there at night as
a punishment. You can guess what happens then."
"I see".
As Sarah reached for the bell, Tracy stopped her and removed the chain from
between her cuffs. On pressing the doorbell, the door was opened by a young girl
who on happier occasions would be called a blond bombshell but now her pretty
face showed nothing but misery. However on seeing who the visitor was, she
launched herself at her with the shout of 'Sarah' and was immediately enfolded
in a fierce hug by Sarah. This was followed by the introduction to Tracy and all
went inside.
Wendy Harris was sitting at the kitchen table as Susan led Sarah and Tracy
into the room. Tracy hung back as Sarah greeted her mother. The greeting was a
sedate one compared to the way Susan had welcomed Sarah. "Hello Mother, how are
you feeling?"
"Hello Sarah, come to say 'told you so' have you? Because I see now you
were clearly right. I've ruined my career- my life -by my foolishness. I suppose
I'll end up in gaol with you."
"Perhaps, perhaps not, Mother. It will depend on how you go before the
court. Have you got yourself a lawyer yet? What has he said?"
"Yes I called Steven Jenkins this morning. I will be seeing him on Monday.
He said not to have any dealings with Alf's lawyer. He is a known underworld
lawyer."
"Good. Mother this is Tracy Wilson. I told you about her. She is my Handler
at school my best friend and eventually will I hope, be my bondholder."
Wendy Hawkins rose and offered Tracy her hand. "Hello Ms Wilson. You are
welcome to my home. Please sit down. I take it you are aware of my situation."
Tracy took the hand and shook it. "Yes Ms Hawkins. I am aware. Would you
mind just telling us what are the charges against you at this moment?"
"The police are saying Alf has said I knew all about the robbery plans from
the beginning. They say Alf has said I actually suggested it after I found out
about his underworld connections. He's saying he only went ahead with out of
love for me. That he wanted to be able to take me to Paradise. It's not true. I
only found out about the robbery when the police came and told me this morning.
They searched this house and found papers and equipment to do with the robbery
or its planning. I'd never seen those papers before. they were in a filing
cabinet Alf kept locked. I told them that but they wouldn't believe me. They
said Alf had said I knew all about the plans and so did Susan. He actually is
trying to have Susan involved to, although so far Susan has not been charged."
Susan was now seated on a kitchen chair staring at the floor.
"Why do you call your husband Alf, Ms Hawkins? I thought his name was
David?"
"It is. But for some reason he prefers his second name, Alfred."
"I see. Well I can tell you this. If you didn't know of your husbands
plans, there is one way to prove it, Ms Hawkins. But there is a catch. If you
use it, you can't hide anything from the court."
"I don't understand. What do you mean?"
."Mother, Tracy is offering you the use of her Truth Light to help you if
you want to use it."
"A Truth Light! You OWN a Truth Light?"
"Yes. But you must understand, Ms Hawkins a Truth Light makes it impossible
for the one under it to deliberately lie. However if you are under one in court
where you must answer all questions put to you, there is the danger that some
other personal or family secret could be revealed even though it has nothing to
do with the case being heard. That is why many people hesitate to use one even
if its use could clear them of a charge. So you must think carefully before you
agree to use it. If you have no skeletons in your cupboard then, fine. Use it
and the court will accept the result as true fact to the best of your knowledge.
Do you understand me?"
"I think so. but what sort of secrets could come out anyway?"
"One of the most common ones is if you -that is the one being tested- ever
had an extra-marital affair in the past. The opposing counsel my ask if you were
always loyal to your husband. That sort of thing. Another one is 'Have you ever
been in trouble with the law?' or 'Have you stolen anything from your
employer?'. The Light will force you to say yes if you have simply taken
something like a paper clip home or been fined for speeding. That is the sort of
embarrassment you could face. The jury would hear that and use it when deciding
your guilt or innocence."
"I am beginning to understand. well I certainly never cheated on my husband
so there is no problem there." Wendy Hawkins was silent for a moment, her head
bowed, "However there is no denying I gave Alf the information he needed about
the bank security. It was stupid of me I know now but I loved him so I didn't
know what I was saying half the time. But what really gets me is he is trying to
say Susan was also part of his plan. She had nothing to do with it. He hardly
ever spoke to her."
"That's what you think," Susan's voice was bitter.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he was all over me when you were out or at work. He... he would
wait until you were gone then come to my room and force me to .. I had to kneel
between his legs and take out his... and.."
"Susan why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you? Mother you slapped me when I tried to tell you! You accused me
of making it all up. You weren't interested in anything I said. After that I
just had to... to" Susan began to sob. Sarah moved closer and took Susan into
her arms.
"Ms Hawkins don't you ever listen to your children?"
"But.. but..."
"Ms Hawkins why did you not insist on getting Sarah a Truth Light when she
was arrested?"
"Tracy please."
"No Sarah. I want to know how a mother could desert her children like she
has."
"Alf said at the time we didn't have the money to hire one. I... I'm sorry
Sarah, Susan. I've not been much of a mother have I? It was just that after
your father died I was so lonely.." Her voice trailed off. There was silence for
a moment.
"That's alright, mother," said Sarah quietly.
"Sure," sniffed Susan.
"I think we had better be going," said Tracy calmly and stood up.
"Won't you stay for lunch?"
"Tracy looked at Sarah. "Do you want to?"
Sarah felt Susan's hands grip her tightly. "Tracy I haven't seen them in so
long...."
Tracy nodded. "Fine, we'll stay."
Over lunch Tracy told Wendy Hawkins to inform her lawyer of the Truth
Light. She told Wendy to tell her lawyer to contact Aunt Elizabeth in relation
to the Light.
Just before they left, Susan came up to Tracy and hugged her tightly.
"Thankyou for looking after Sarah." she said softly. Tracy returned the hug.
"Its been a pleasure."
Susan looked up into Tracy's eyes. "Is she your lover as well as your
slave?"
"Yes."
"You really love her, don't you?"
"Very much."
"Good. Please don't let anyone hurt her."
"I wont."
On the bus home Tracy found Sarah much more cheerful than she had been that
morning. She surprised Tracy by asking her if she remembered an old subject that
they had discussed before school ended for the year.
"I remember. You still want me to try to be firmer? To set more or tougher
rules for you?"
"Yes."
"Sarah do you think you are becoming more submissive?"
"Possibly. I know I often now don't want to do things I used to do without
thinking unless you say I can. Like using the bathroom or getting a drink. I
feel I shouldn't do them without your say-so even though I know you will
probably say yes. So I guess I am accepting the subordinate role more now. I
often feel now that I personally don't matter. What seems to matter to me, is
you. You are becoming my whole life. My reason for existing. I don't think of
the possibility of a career for myself now, but what can I do to help you. Does
that mean I'm turning total slave?'
"Well I'm no shrink, Sarah, but it may well be you are. Do you feel you
want to serve and obey all people or just me? How would you feel if you were
given orders by others?"
"I wouldn't like it unless you wanted me to. I know I don't really want to
serve anyone but you."
"In that case I think the answer is no, your not a true slave. According to
that article, true slaves will take orders from anyone without question." Tracy
looked at Sarah. "I'd prefer you to still think for yourself. You're not a real
crim, Sarah. What you did was not wrong. Don't let all this destroy you. OK? You
are still an individual with your own ideas on life and that's how I'd rather
you to remain. If all goes as we hope I'll have your lease before this time next
year. We'll finish school and go on to law school. Your being a crim-slave won't
prevent that. We'll face any other problems together. How does that sound to
you?"
Sarah laid her head on Tracy's shoulder. "That sounds great" she smiled.
"Good because in answer to your original question, yes I do remember what
you said and I've been waiting for you to bring it up again. I have a surprise
for you for tomorrow. You say you are not into pain. I think what you are after
is to be controlled and bound. I'll be setting more rules for you in the
morning. We will try them for a week and see how you cope." Sarah nodded
happily.
That night Tracy ordered Sarah to lie down on the bed and fastened her
wrists and ankles to the four corner posts using lined shackles and chains she
produced from a box under her bed. Sarah was now fastened spreadeagled to the
bed. Tracy began to make slow love to her slave. She started with a long
passionate, probing kiss then she nibbled her ears after which she moved to
Sarah's neck. Gently she continued kissing and nibbling. Moving on down she
continued to cover every centimetre of the beautiful body with kisses, pausing
every so often to nibble and nip. At the same time Tracy's hands were sliding
over the prone body lower down, rolling Sara's nipples around and bringing on
the first moan from the bound girl. Tracy slid her fingers around the umbilicus,
then into it, tickling gently. Tracy's hands then went lower, brushing over then
in through the thick bush that covered Sarah's clit. Then Tracy took Sarah's
right nipple into her mouth and sucked on it, rolling it around with her tongue
and running her teeth over it slowly. Sarah moaned "Yes Mistress, yesssss... ."
as Tracy switched to the left nipple and then continued her ministrations. A
finger slid down between Sarah's legs and circled her pleasure area. Tracy spent
time on Sarah's nipples until the girl was writhing in her bonds and begging for
relief. "Please Mistress, take me, I'm ours, take me." But Tracy ignored her and
slowly continued to work her way down the lovely body laid out for her. She
kissed and nibbled her way to Sarah's middle and probed it with her tongue, then
continued down until she was kneeling between Sarah's thighs. She now switched
to the left thigh and covered it in kisses then did the same to the right one.
Then Tracy switched to the love hole itself and slowly began to lick its outer
rim. Sarah bucked wildly at this and Tracy had to struggle to stay on target.
Finally with Sarah sobbing and begging her to "Finish me, Mistress, I be..eg you
finish me." Tracy plunged her tongue intol the waiting hole, fastening her lips
over the waiting clit. Sarah screamed and her hips thrust wildly up at Tracy as
she thrashed in her bonds as she climaxed.
Tracy sat back and watched her. Only after the climax was over did she
release Sarah's ankles from the bedposts only to immediately secure her ankles
together with a short chain. Tracy then came up to the top of the bed and kissed
Sarah passionately on the mouth after which she released her wrists only to
chain them together also. Sarah looked up at Tracy in wonder. "You said you
wanted me to be stricter, love. Well from now on you don't go anywhere or do
anything without my permission. Not even to the bathroom. Clear?"
"Yes Tracy, it's clear." Sarah's eyes lit up.
Tracy stretched out beside Sarah and pulled the cover over them. Then she
drew her into her arms. "Time to sleep my slave," she whispered.
"You don't want me to ..?"
Tracy gently stroked Sarah's hair as she lay beside her. "Not tonight. You
will do it to me when I tell you. Now go to sleep my love."
"Yes Mistress." There was silence in the room. Soon Tracy knew Sarah was
asleep. But she stared into the darkness. *Why did I do that? Why didn't I let
Sarah make love to me? Am I trying to impress her with control or what? It just
felt right, that's all I know. What am I getting myself into?* Sleep finally
overcame her and in her dreams she saw Sarah serving her as the slave Tracy
wanted her to be.
Next morning Tracy woke before Sarah . She stared at her bed companion. Her
friend, slavegirl and lover. she gently roused her slave by rubbing her hand
over Sarah's cheek and as soon as her eyes opened she kissed her. "Morning
Sarah, ready for some changes in your life, love?"
Sarah raised her chained hands and lay them against Tracy's chest. "Yes
Mistress I remember you said you will bring in some changes. You said I couldn't
do or go anywhere without your permission Is that right?"
"That's right. But it will go further than that. I will show you what I
mean after breakfast but I'll tell you now you will be spending more time under
control from now on. You will see what I mean after breakfast. Also you will be
wearing those bracelets and anklets you have on now most of the time too. I'll
remove the chains when I want you to do something but the bracelets stay on as a
reminder you are controlled. Much like school or when we go out but these wont
rub as much. Also the anklets stay on to. Any questions?" Sarah's eyes were
shining.
"No questions, Mistress. Thankyou for the bracelets and anklets." Sarah
pushed her head closer to Tracy's and kissed her. Tracy gave her a quick squeeze
then began to remove the chain between the bracelets and anklets.
"Out you go." Sarah slid quickly out of the bed onto the floor, kneeling as
Tracy rose from the bed. Sarah lowered her head and lovingly placed a kiss on
each of Tracy's feet. Tracy smiled down at her. "See to the bed my slave, lay
out my clothes then stand at attention at the end of the bed facing the wall."
Tracy headed for the bathroom. Sarah stared after her in surprise for a moment,
then began to straighten the bed.
When she returned Tracy found Sarah standing at attention facing the wall
as ordered. ."Very good Sarah. You look really beautiful like that."
Sarah turned round to face Tracy, her face glowing, "Thankyou Tracy. May I
now..."
"NO" Sarah stopped with a jerk in surprise.
"Sarah did I give you permission to move from the wall?"
"Er... No, Mistress. Sarah stood still her head down. She had failed her
Mistress already.
"Back to the wall Sarah. You must remember not to move or speak without
permission." Sarah silently returned to her place facing the wall and stood at
attention, waiting. Tracy began to dress. Only when she had her shorts and
t-shirt on did she speak again. "Come here Sarah."
Sarah turned and walked over to where Tracy was standing and dropped to her
knees, her head lowered. "Sarah you asked for a firmer set of rules. The most
important of the rules for you now is OBEY. Obey what I say not what you
anticipate I am going to say. Do you understand me Sarah."
"Yes, Miss Tracy. I'll remember that in future."
"You'd better or I'll have to remind you with the paddle, you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now you may use the bathroom, quickly now, it's nearly time we
should be downstairs." Sarah headed for the bathroom.
After breakfast Tracy had Sarah collect the stepladder from the storeroom
and bring it upstairs to her room. Placing it where Sarah had been standing
before breakfast, Tracy climbed up and with a screwdriver began to loosen a
series of screws in a narrow panel running from skirting-board to ceiling. She
called Sarah, who had been watching with growing curiosity to steady the strip
until all screws were out then the two girls removed the strip. Behind it was
revealed a row of holes running up the wall. Sarah stared at them in
astonishment. "Tracy what are thy for?"
Tracy smiled at her, "You, actually."
"Me? What do you mean?"
"You'll know in a moment. First help me get this strip down to the
storeroom."
On the way back Sarah noticed Tracy was carrying a box she had picked up in
the storeroom. She opened her mouth to ask, but Tracy stopped her with a raised
hand. "You will know in two minutes, love."
On entering the room, Tracy put down the box and produced the long chain
Sarah usually wore between her hands when they went out. "Come here, Sarah."
Sarah came and automatically held out her hands while Tracy secured the chain.
Then Tracy opened the box she had brought upstairs and showed Sarah. It was a
collection of rings that could be locked into the holes in the wall. She showed
Sarah how they locked in and how you needed a little key like device to remove
it. Tracy locked one ring at the lowest hole in the row and another just above
Sarah's head.
"Do you understand now Sarah?"
"I think so," replied Sarah slowly. Tracy pulled another box from under her
bed and removed what Sarah thought was a double-ended hook. Tracy reached for
the chain between Sarah's hands and snapped the hook device onto it. She drew
the chain, and Sarah to the wall and locked the other hook into the ring above
Sarah's head. Sarah tugged experimentally but it held her fast. She stood facing
the wall, her hands chained to the ring above her head.
"Turn around, Sarah, There is a swivel between the two hooks."
Sarah slowly turned around to face Tracy. Her hands securely held over her
head.
"How do you feel now Sarah?"
Sarah was silent for a moment. "I feel like it is right she whispered. It's
like I should be like this. You have me helpless. ...... At your mercy as a
slave should be. Will I always be like this Mistress?"
"You will be whenever I wish it, Sarah."
Tracy reached into the box from under her bed and produced several plastic
rods with hooks on the ends. "Open your legs a little Sarah.... That's right."
Tracy fastened a plastic bar between Sarah's ankles and a second bar between the
first one and the ring in the wall. Sarah now couldn't move her feet more than a
few millimetres. Tracy rose to her feet and admired the scene before her.
"Beautiful. Sarah this spot is now yours. It's where you come whenever you
enter this room and have no other task to do. Whether you are chained up or not,
this is where you should be unless I say otherwise. Do you understand me?"
"Oh Yes Mistress," replied Sarah happily.
"Good. Look there, Sarah. Look at what I see now when I look at my Sarah."
Tracy indicated the full length mirror on the wardrobe door on the other side of
the room.
"Oooo... is that really me?"
"Yes love it is you. Now I'll take the ladder downstairs while you get used
to your place."
Tracy kissed Sarah on the cheek then headed out the door with the ladder
leaving Sarah fastened to the wall. Sarah stared at her reflection in the
mirror. She saw a shapely young girl, naked but for the shackles on her wrists
and ankles, fastened to the wall. *Why do I like this situation so much? If
Tracy leaves me here I could be here like this for hours. Yet I don't feel as if
it's wrong. I feel this is just right for me. Why?*
Tracy returned after about 10 minutes. "How is my Sarah feeling now?"
"She is feeling great, Mistress Tracy... Tracy, why do I feel so happy to
be chained like this? Why aren't I wanting to be released? What's making me so
happy to be this way?"
"I think you are one of those people who somehow get a sexual kick in
bondage, Sarah. Others like to be whipped or hurt in some way. You've heard
about them, haven't you? The articles we read on sex deviants mentioned it.
Remember?"
"I'm a sex deviant?"
"I guess we both are. We are both gay, right? I like to have my Sarah to
control. I think it what is called 'dominate'. You like to be controlled, to
serve. And you also like to be bound up. Bondage I think the articles called it.
We are both sex deviants, Sarah."
"I guess so," Sarah was frowning thoughtfully, "But I remember the articles
said submissives -and I guess that is what I am- would willingly serve anyone. I
have no wish to serve or obey anyone except you. I wonder of that means
anything."
"Well we have not actually been anywhere where you have been called on to
serve others, yet," replied Tracy, "Perhaps we can find somewhere where we can
test all this out. Neither of us are expert in this deviant thing. I'll ask my
Aunts tonight and see if they have an explanation. Now how are your legs
feeling?"
"A bit tired since they can't move."
Tracy went to the box of rings and produced another one. Then from her
other box she produced a short length of chain. She knelt in front of Sarah and
released the bar between her legs. Sarah immediately bent her knees, flexing
them. Tracy removed the bar from the ring in the wall and replaced it with the
chain which she then fastened to Sarah's left ankle. She then stood up and
unlocked the hook holding Sarah's hands. "How are the arms?"
"A few pins and needles, but their fine."
"We'll take this slowly. I don't want you hurt and neither of us know what
were doing, yet. Kneel." Sarah knelt at Tracy's feet her back to the wall,
gazing up at Tracy. "Back straight, love. That's better." Tracy then fastened
another ring in the wall above the kneeling Sarah, then took Sarah's hands and
hooked them onto the new ring above her head. Tracy stepped back and admired the
affect. "God, Sarah you look so beautiful like that. Look." Tracy gestured at
the mirror across the room.
"Wow... Is that ME?"
"It sure is love. You look beautiful. You can expect to spend much time
like that, Sarah. You make a real erotic picture." * Which is making me wet,
to.*
"If that is what you want, Tracy.... Err.. Tracy (giggle) are you in
trouble?"
Tracy looked down and spotted the trickle on her leg below her shorts. She
grinned ruefully at Sarah. "It's your fault you know. If you weren't so
beautiful it wouldn't happen."
Sarah grinned. "Get those shorts of and come here and I'll see if I can dry
you off."
Tracy slid her shorts and panties down and kicked them aside. She stood in
front of the kneeling Sarah and spread her legs. Sarah lent forward and her face
slid between Tracy's legs and he began kissing and licking the insides of
Tracy's thighs. Tracy gasped as she felt Sarah's tongue probe into her centre,
going in and out then slipping round and round the entrance. Tracy had to reach
out and support herself with hands against the wall as Sarah worked.
"God, Sarah Yesss... Yesss," Tracy gasped. Her knees were shaking, her
body quivering. Sarah worked steadily, refusing to be hurried. Tracy struggled
not to move. "Sarah I cant stand this any more.... let me cumm ... pleaseeee"
Then Sarah flicked her tongue over Tracy's clit... Just once. It was enough.
Tracy collapsed to the floor gasping as orgasms shook her body.
When Tracy finally opened her eyes she was looking up into Sarah's face
which was half worried and half triumphant at what she'd done. "You alright?"
"I... I will be. God! Sarah, that was incredible." Tracy moved to rest her
head on Sarah's thigh and stared up at her lover. "You are just incredible, you
know that."
Sarah smiled at her mistress. "For you, any time."
Tracy noticed Sarah was quivering and her pussy was soaked. she crawled
over closed to Sarah and unhooked the chain fastened to her leg. Then she
slipped two fingers up into Sarah's dripping centre and slowly wiggled them
around. Sarah gasped and moaned helplessly as Tracy slid a third finger inside
her. Sarah was already hot and thrust back eagerly on Tracy's fingers then
moaned in disappointment as Tracy removed her fingers, only to replace them with
her tongue after having stretched out on her tummy so it would be easier to
reach Sarah. Tracy licked Sarah's thighs then kissed and licked her way up until
she reacher the awaiting centre. Tracy then worked her tongue into Sarah, first
slowly circling the opening with her tongue followed by the catching of Sarah's
extended clit in her lips and nibbling it. Sarah went into a thrashing series of
climaxes which left her gasping and threw Tracy off her. Tracy quietly waited
for Sarah to ride out her orgasms.
Tracy freed Sarah from the wall and the two girls headed for the shower. As
the water sprayed down on them Sarah lathered up a sponge and washed Tracy from
head to foot, spending much time on her breasts and even more kneeling and
carefully washing Tracy between her legs. Then Tracy returned the compliment. By
the time they were finished it was time for lunch. Sarah held a fresh pair
shorts for Tracy to step into and aided Tracy to put on a top and then Tracy led
the way downstairs.
After lunch, since the sun was still warm even though summer was ending,
the girls went out onto the back patio and Sarah undressed Tracy and they both
stretched out for a nude sunbake. Aunt Elizabeth and Aunt Freda joined them -
both naked - and Aunt Freda also allowed the crim-slave Fiona to join them. in a
relaxing afternoon. Tracy found herself enjoying the sight of 5 pussies (some
shaved bare, others trimmed in various designs. That evening they had a light
meal and Sarah and Tracy went to bed early so they would be fresh for tomorrows
visit.
