Her panties showed the triangle of brown hair. The nurse worked as much from the side as possible so as to not block the vision of everyone. The modern piercing needles were quite efficient. Unlike the old days where piercing was a laborious probing and thrusting, the current tool was spring-operated
The nurse centered the tip at the base of a fine looking nipple, flipped the tiny button, and the needle shot through with a loud click. The hole had been clean, large and perfect.
No one expected the young lady to show no sign of discomfort or reaction, of course, and she did so.
It was more of a gasp, or hiss, than anything else but all in all very beautifully accepted. The second pierce was made quickly, and the nurse dabbed
away the tiny trickle of blood. Various states used various size rings. It really didn't make much dif- ference to the recipient whether the holes were large or small, probably. Victoria had explained that in Georgia rings of one-inch diameter and of one-eighth-inch thickness were used, a fairly com- mon variety of good strength and showability. A pair was inserted by the nurse.
The magnificent sight of the shiny rings was most arousing to Stacy, and she held Sondra's hand in excitement. The young woman looked gor- geous with her rings!
The branding, of course, was more discomfort- ing. The young lady, knowing this, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. The nurse held the glowing
"S" to each breast top for the required three sec- onds to produce a permanently deep mark. The bottom loop of the "S" was placed only a sixteenth of an inch above the top of the pink aureolas. The young lady screamed, very naturally, without res- ervation or shame. What else was she to do during the burning?"
It was expected by all, and delivered. It didn't make her any less a woman. False courage was not very feminine at all. Females are supposed to yowl.
The quickly applied ointment all but dulled and eliminated the girl's hurt, and she re-took her seat.
Her branded breasts were lovely!
"Joan Beckett?" said the nurse. Another arose.
The preparation of the seven young women was even more arousing and exciting than either Stacy or Sondra had anticipated. In fact, it was down- right a turn-on! It was no less for Victoria Palmer, for although she had seen it several times before, such delights never became any less arousing. The seven were led out to the assembly hall, and the spectators in Room B followed them.
For Stacy, the pleasures of the sale were every bit as exciting as the administration of the rings and brand, although quite different in nature from one another. The viewing of the preparations had been purely quasi-sadistic in the pleasure it brought. It was simply a matter of receiving voy- euristic delight from seeing physical application of hurt and punishment given to the young ladies' bodies. It had been a meaningful experience for
Stacy as well, for she was well aware that in the near future, somewhere, someplace, her breasts, would receive the same insignias of slave service.
In a strange sort of way, she looked forward to it very much.
The slave sale's enjoyment was just as exciting, but in a different way. It was actually more men- tally satisfying than visual. It was initially the display of the first young woman at the two post.
The binding was quite simple, for the female was shackled by each wrist high to the top of the spread posts forming the well-known Y. Yet, was there any more perfect way to display a female than the Y position? It enhanced every line and every charm delightfully, and had been used down through the ages.
But it was not really the sight of the girl that mattered. It was the very knowledge of what the scene meant that was so terribly erotic. Here was a perfect specimen of young womanhood being sold as merchandise! With her full acceptance! It was not a furtive, clandestine sale in some basement
Here were men, women and children present with full knowledge and acceptance of the offered girl
Indeed, for possibly some of the children in the seats, it was the first time they had seen a lovely young woman stripped to just pants for display and sold like items in the store. More than that, it was the marvelous philosophy of the ones sold, which was so tremendously erotic. Before specta- tors, they had accepted the hurt of the piercings and the brands without shame. Now, spread and displayed before families, they awaited their sale, inherent in which was the knowledge of many whippings and sexual perversions to come. It was the ultimate emotion for a young lady to be dis- played, nearly naked, realizing that everyone in the place knew how well and how often she would be sexually used very soon. Stacy marveled at the very being of females!
The slaves themselves were required to announce their own statistics from their binding posts.
"I'm Sandy Bennett, twenty-two years old, sin- gle, not previously married, no childbirths, five- foot-two, one-hundred ten pounds, 35-23-34 in mea- surement, bisexual, first sex with male at age thir- teen, first sex with female at age fourteen. My term of slavery is six months of total captivity and obedience. I hereby agree to any and all punish- ments I may receive, and sexual usage. I agree to my sale at this time and place."
To some it may have been a bit much, but the law required such specific statements so as to pre- clude any misunderstandings, and Stacy thought the required sentences were quite erotic. The bid- ding was enthusiastic, but unimportant to Stacy.
Some of the merchandise was sold to men, others to women, some to families. Upon completion of the sale, the owner bound the item, and took her home. It was as simple as that. But, oh the very idea of the whole thing was so lovely!
"What did you think of the whole thing?" asked Victoria on the way home.
"I thought it was super!" said Sondra.
"I think I'm in love with every girl in the world," said Stacy.
"Suppose we should stop again, and get our own pants back on?" smiled Victoria.
"Might be rather sloppy of an affair, darling," laughed Stacy. "I'm sure I can't have any cream left in me after all that back there."
"So?" smiled Victoria, pulling into a dirt lane.
June was wonderfully warm that year in Georgia, and the pool at Briargate was well used by all three females in residence. Victoria was a marvelous enigma during these weeks. In the pool she splashed nakedly with her two servants, playing the cute girl games in a manner far below her age of twenty- four. In bed, too, she squirmed and squealed more befitting a teenager than a married woman. She was careful not to forget her station outside of bed and pool, however, and played her mistress role with ever-increasing efficiency. She applied the whip firmly, and often, lest the triangular love affair becloud their relationship. Being in love with the girls did not in any way release them from their domestic level, nor earn them any less punishment.
In truth, Victoria's punishments were harder than normal because of the love affair. She knew that they would understand, and they did.
There were the occasional delightful afternoons at the Country Club pool as well, an event which
Stacy and Sondra eagerly looked forward to. It gave them a chance to meet other young female domestics, as well as some handsome young boys.
The latter were pleasantly looked forward to, for the life of domestics tend to be very lesbian oriented and boys are rather missed at times.
Thus, the Club pool gave Sondra and Stacy a chance to meet some boys, arrange some dates on off days, and of course get nicely laid by someone their own age. They quickly learned to play the game at the Club, as did the other servant girls who might be there.
You wore your sheerest underpants for one .thing, making yourself as desirable as possible ,when swimming. Secondly, you picked your "tar- gets" early. A handsome boy for a date, a cute domestic for hand games under the water. One obviously did not go after daughters of club- women. That was a no-no, unless one of them ap- proached you for water fun or a secretive later date. Many of the club daughters did approach and ask for dates, wanting to make a servant girl. But you didn't go after them. It was impossible to make a mistake, for club member females wore swimsuits and the servants wore panties only.