I t's really a good idea for every young lady. Teaches her to serve and obey. Slavery makes a real woman out of her, to go into marriage."
"God!" said Stacy. "Fantastic. Sold right out on the street?"
"Oh, no. In the court house assembly room. But children can come. The slave is branded and ringed before sale, of course."
Stacy choked on her tongue. Conservative
South? La de da.
"You mean… you… I mean you… served?
"Sure, Stacy. Had to. It's the law. Last year served my six months. A young family over in
Atlanta." Victoria laughed at the looks on the faces of Sondra and Stacy. "Don't believe me, do you? Open up my blouse and turn the dome light on. Can't take my hands off the wheel, this road is tricky."
"Double wow!" said Stacy. "Can you see
Sondra?"
"I can see, Stacy. Geez, branded on both tits with an 'S' right near the tops!"
"They do it there so the 'S' will show when woman wears an evening gown or swimsuit and the like. When a woman serves, she's proud to show it
My, you two are excited about this thing, aren 't you? Well, of course it's all so new to you both. Old hat to us. I'll take you to a sale or two. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Victoria. Very much!" said Stacy. "What about your rings?"
"They came out of my nipples when my slavery was over. Free females don't wear rings, of course."
It had been the most interesting conversation that Stacy ever had, but soon the car wheeled up the lane to Briargate. It was close to midnight, yet the warm Georgia breeze was filled with the aroma of magnolias which bordered the lane. The bound thighs of the two girls were hot against each other in arousal, and when they walked in matched stride created by the binding, the sensation became even more intense.
"Geez, Sondra. Your thigh feels like silk against mine when we walk. You're turning me on, girl."
"Join the club!" said Sondra.
The introduction to John Palmer was made. A handsome young man, with rugged Southern polish. They were shown to their room by Victoria, a delightful eastern exposure overlooking an orchard. Stacy and Sondra were tired, for it had been a long day of travel, and it was late. They were, however, prepared to be called to the bed of the Palmers, for they assumed that since the cou- ple was very young they would quickly wish to sample their new servants. Yet, the Palmers were also class people, and understanding of the long day. Thus they were impressed and very pleased that bedding would not be the case on this night.
Victoria untied them, kissed them on the mouth, and left. The two weary girls bounced onto the bed.
"Well, that thigh-tying, and all the things she told us," said Sondra, "look, Stacy… just look!"
The dark girl lifted up her skirt. Her pink panty was soaked at her sex.
"What makes you so different?" laughed Stacy, showing Sondra her sopping crotch.
"Well, let's shower, honey," said Sondra. "Want to join me?"
"Try to keep me out of there. I'll give you the best soaping you ever had."
"Don't scrub me too hard, angel. Might make me white."
Stacy laughed wildly. It was beautiful that they could carry on this lovely little game of racial frivolity. She definitely was going to fall in love with this tan turn-on! The shower was marvelous.
"Too tired to eat?" smiled Stacy in a clever retort.
"If it's you on the menu, Stacy, no! Been hungry for your pussy ever since she tied our thighs to- gether in Rose Hill. Golly! Just remembered,
Never ate a white girl before! My former mistress was old and wasn't into that. Do you taste any dif ferent?" Stacy squealed in laughter.
"You're simply beautiful, Sondra! Try some white pussy and find out!"
Both of them found out. Twice.
They slept until midmorning, Stacy awaking first. It was a glorious morning to begin a glorious new position! Stacy got out of bed and stretched,
Sondra's black hair spilled all over the pillow, and gave Stacy momentary thoughts about having breakfast on her other set of black hair. Instead she went to the window to see what type of view was to be had. For one thing, the orchard was in brilliant white and pink display and the aroma was intoxicating. For another thing, there was a swim- ming pool. Stacy squealed in delight at this latest discovery. Swimming every day!
Within the blue water was something else. A naked female. Victoria Palmer.
"Hey, baby. Wake up," said Stacy, tugging at
Sondra's arm. "Want to see a pretty bod?" Sondra rubbed her eyes and went to the window.
"Mmm-hmm! Super, super chick. Look at that set of tits. That's all for us, Stacy, every loving inch of her."
The girls dressed in the outfits which they found in the dresser. Like Woodriding, the clothes would be shared. Unlike Woodriding, the bottom drawer contained an assortment of various colored panties, instead of just white. Victoria had shopped nicely for her two new servants, and certainly didn't believe in the regimentation of identical underpants for her girls. Not in the colorful South!
"I'll have to keep my pants separate," teased
Sondra. "White chicks won't wear pants that have been on a brown, will they?" She made Stacy laugh again.
"The heck I won't! We'll exchange 'em right off our butts at midday, if you want… you smart-ass, you!" She gave Sondra a good hard smack on her bottom, expecting a yowl. Instead she got a pair of arms around her neck.
"Is that all the harder you can spank?" said
Sondra. "Why don't you practice some on me.
Now. Say for an hour or so!"
"You tempt me, darling. But we better get our asses downstairs."
Interestingly, the servants's costumes at Briar- gate were the exact opposite of Woodriding. In
Vermont it had been long skirts, and very short blouses. Here, it was high-neck blouses and very short skirts. Indeed, the dark blue skirts were not much longer than the underpants.
By the time they arrived downstairs, Victoria had finished her swim and was dressed and having breakfast with her husband. They greeted the two girls warmly. Unlike Woodriding, one didn't have to pull up three feet of skirt to curtsy properly. One didn't have to pull up the brief skirt at all. They kissed Victoria and John properly before sitting down to toast, jam and orange juice.
"Well, where are the women in my life off to today?" asked John.
"Into Rose Hill, darling," said Victoria. "Have to stop in at Martha's Boutique to get Stacy and
Sondra fitted for chains, and some other items.
Really suppose I should buy a couple of more whips too. I noticed after you whipped me last
Monday, darling, that our poor whip is a bit frayed looking."
"Good idea, dear. Why not get three or four.
Various sizes. Might as well be properly stocked.
Three girls being whipped around here will take its toll on even the best of whips."
The countryside was beautiful as Victoria drove through the gently rolling terrain. Once again,
Sondra and Stacy were thigh-tied in the front seat.
If they had not have been, they might have asked for it.
"There's your prison girls," said Victoria, point- ing to a cotton field. There were perhaps fifty females in the field, cutting the plants by hand.
Each wore ankle chains. All were bare-breasted in the hot sun, their bodies glistening and shiny with deep tans. Some wore cutoff jeans, most wore their panties.
"Wow," exclaimed Stacy. "I've never seen so many nearly bare girls all at once. Cute. Hey, some of them are naked and chained to another prisoner.
What's the story, Miss Victoria?"
"Oh, those. Well, they're the young ones, four- teen, fifteen mostly. There's kind of a system with- in the system at prison farms. The young ones are fought over when they arrive and belong to who- ever wins them. Their lovers chain them to them- selves so no other one can get near them. Usually keep their little girls naked, as you see. One night in prison and a young one is an expert lesbian.