Diary of a chain slav girl

Catherine

I worked in the offi Catherine ce as a small clerk. The work is boring, tedious and poorly paid. Life dragged on drearily, sometimes the cavaliers brightened up my monotonous course. The last gentleman introduced me to the culture of BDSM. He would put me in shackles, put on a collar, and put me on a chain. It turned him on and me on, and I liked the game. But now he’s gone somewhere and I’m alone again. I’m saved by a friend I sometimes meet when I can’t stand it.

When I searched the Internet, I often came across stories about slaves. They were all cruel and hopeless. The slaves had an unenviable fate. There are many perversions, humiliations, and tortures on the Internet. I hate it.

But one day I came across a chain slave contract, and it interested me. It turns out that if everything is legally correct, then the slave remains under the protection of the law and all these horrors no longer threaten her. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try it, but I didn’t know how to do it. And I went to my friend Martha to consult. It turns out that she knew about such a contract. She met my offer with hostility at first, and then, after my arguments, she agreed to help, and we began to discuss it. We went online, studied the contract again, and decided that it sufficiently protects a woman from trouble. After all, consensual slavery is not something where women are bought in the slave market.

I decided to try what it was, and we outlined a plan of action. First, all slaves wear rings on the nipples and in the nose, so I went to a special salon, where a specialist made holes in the nipples and inserted rings there. I chose the largest ones available.

Then, under local anesthesia, he made a hole in the nasal septum and inserted a medicine wick into it. Now he had to wait for it to heal. At work, they asked me what was wrong with my nose, and I replied that it hurt, and this is medicine.

After two weeks of intensive care, the wounds healed. I quit my job, went to the same salon and the master put a ring in my nose, I chose again the largest and thickest, as I saw in the drawings.

Then I moved in with a friend, and we started the second phase of training. We went to a special store and bought a complete set of shackles, chains, and other things.

After that, I moved in with my friend, Martha, to live. The friend lived in a small house on the outskirts of the town. There was a tiny garden enclosed by a hedge from the neighbors.

The contract says that the slave has sufficient experience of wearing leg and hand shackles and sitting on a chain. Since I have not had such experience, it is necessary to acquire it. In the photos, the slaves were on very short chains, this alerted us, then we realized that this was for a photo shoot.

It was early summer and quite warm. Martha undressed me completely and put on my leg shackles and a steel belt, to which was attached a supporting chain of leg shackles. Next, Martha fastened the hand shackles on me.

Then I put on a collar with a chain 8m long, the end of which she fastened to an iron pipe in the hallway so that I could go into the kitchen, toilet, bathroom and bedroom.

All the shackles and collars were shiny and had built-in locks, and I looked amazing in them. I liked it so far.

So, even though it was a no-brainer, I began the life of a chain slave. The first time was unusual and strange. I walked on chains, my shackles jingling, and I had to sleep in them, too. It was hot, so during the day I went naked (I got used to the image), and in the evening, when it became cooler, I put on a skirt and threw a scarf over my shoulders. After a week, I got a little used to my situation, as long as it was a game and nothing more.

Martha trained me for an hour every day: how to walk, how to address the owner, not to look him in the eye, to show respect. I think she’s losing her talent as a matron. Then, over dinner, we discussed the next steps. We were fascinated by the idea, and we thought about it all the time. We slept together in the same bed, and Martha caressed me a little. I was pleased, but my flesh demanded a man.

Martha went on to say that slaves were branded with red-hot irons.

– Are you going to brand me with a hot iron?” I don’t agree.

But Martha calmed me down, I’ll paint the brand with paint. She brought a bottle of indelible red body paint and used a brush to draw a lily on her left breast and a large S on her cheek.

It was Martha’s birthday in about three weeks, and we decided, or rather, she decided, and I had to agree, to celebrate it in a small group. But how to introduce me to her friends: not in chains. Then Martha said that you will play the role of my slave: you will prepare the table, you will serve the guests. I’ll teach you how to curtsy and tell you the rules of behavior.

– And what to answer if I will be addressed?

– And nothing, I will say that I bought you in Poland, and you do not know our language at all.

On the appointed day, we took the table out on the veranda, Martha bought the groceries, and together we made chops and baked a pie. I put on a short floral skirt and a transparent blouse, for which Martha cut it at the shoulders and sewed on the strings. At the appointed time, several couples arrived, and among them Martha’s beau. I sat in the kitchen and heard their noisy greetings and congratulations.

Then Martha announced that today we would be served by a slave girl she had bought, for the occasion, in Poland. She’s used to living on a chain, so I chained her up, too. She doesn’t know our language at all, so don’t pay any attention to her. There was a silence, and Martha led me in with a tray of sweets. Everyone stared at me in complete shock. I almost laughed, but I didn’t. Martha added that it is now becoming fashionable. Everyone was shocked by what they saw and didn’t know what to do.

After the guests had taken a few drinks, they relaxed and began to ask the hostess about me. What, where, how, how much, one noticed that slavery is prohibited by law. Martha calmly explained that she had signed a special contract with me in the presence of a notary, so everything was in accordance with the law. The men became animated and began to ask what they could do with it, where to buy it, and how much the slaves were worth now. Their women were more interested in the status and rights of slaves (apparently trying on this role for themselves). The guests were already calmly accepting me, and the evening passed normally. Then the guests left, and her date stayed. Martha locked me in the back room for the night, out of the way.

Since the second phase of preparation was successful, we started implementing the third phase. We decided to put me up for an online auction, and we started preparing materials for this.

First, Martha held a photo session on the following scenario. The first picture shows me fully dressed: I’m wearing a long skirt that hides my leg shackles, a poncho-style cape that hides my hand shackles, and a hat with a veil that hides a nose ring and a chain collar. I sat at the table like a proper lady. The next picture is of me without a veil, then without a cape, here you can see a collar with a chain, hand shackles and my charms with rings. And the last picture is of me in a short skirt. Next, my photo is at the computer, in the kitchen, cooking, in the bathroom doing the laundry, and finally in bed.

Martha once said that a slave is punished, and it is better if we tell the future master the punishment ourselves, or else he will come up with something terrible. Marta has developed three options for punishments.

The first option, for a slight offense-Martha fixed a fairly thin but strong chain on the nose ring, 2 m long, and fixed the end to the pipe near the toilet. I was put on a nose chain. After that, Martha went to work. I sat on a short chain all day. The situation is unpleasant but tolerable.

For a minor offense, Martha took me to the basement and fastened the chain from my collar to a ring in the wall, and then went back to work. I stood chained to the wall all day. This punishment was not easy to bear, but I endured it. Martha really liked this action, and she enthusiastically came up with new and new options.

For a serious offense, Martha took me to the basement and hung my hands by the shackles from a hook on the wall, and went back to work. This punishment was the most difficult: my hands were numb, I was exhausted, but Martha was happy.

She took photos of all these executions. Thus, a complete package of photos of the future chain slave was prepared.

Gradually, I got used to the position of a chain slave, I was spared the need to make decisions and only obeyed my mistress. The new sensations and impressions pushed back my past life, and I was only slightly concerned about my future life with the new owner. Martha was also satisfied with this situation and was not particularly eager to prepare for my sale. I could see how her attitude towards me was gradually changing. She had a commanding intonation in her voice, she began to punish me for the slightest offense or disobedience, put me on a short chain for a nose ring or a nipple ring. I got the impression that she wanted to keep me on the chain for a long time, and I started to force things.

We have adjusted the “Chain Slave Contract” in relation to my version.

Martha also said that she would have to give a blowjob to the owner. I don’t quite like it, so I thought about it. Seeing my confusion, Martha said that if the owner took a shower and rinsed the object in wine or cognac, it would be much more pleasant for you. In this regard, we decided to draw up instructions for the use of a slave.

The instruction should regulate the direct actions of the owner and plays the role of a recommendation.

Then we prepared a special ad, here it is:

“A private individual announces an auction for the sale of a chain slave. She is ready to be a chain slave to the master with all the consequences that follow from this position. The rights and obligations of the slave and the master who bought the slave are set out in the contract attached below. Photos of the slave in various positions and situations are given. The slave is purchased for the period stated by the buyer, but not less than 3 months and not more than 1 year. With mutual consent, the contract is extended more than once.

Each applicant must fill out a short questionnaire and submit an application.

The initial cost of a slave is set at 3000 € for each month that the slave is used. The money is transferred at the time of purchase for the entire declared period of the slave’s maintenance, and from that moment the slave becomes his property.

If there are several applicants, the starting price increases by 250€each time. The slave gets the buyer who offered the highest price. Applications are accepted from applicants living within a radius of 1000 km from Brussels.” And then the rich sheikhs will swoop in, and this is serious. In this operation, or perhaps an adventure, Martha acted as the intermediary and manager of the slave. She took over all the negotiations.

We put this information in specialized sites and waited. So, the operation has entered a crucial stage.

A few days later, the first responses to our offer began to arrive. They can be divided into several groups:

– letters of Internet regulars, they wrote out of curiosity;

– letters from interested customers, they asked to send documents and more information, as well as about the legality of such a sale;

– letters from women ranging from extreme indignation to questions about how to sell themselves through the agency.

This alerted us, we did not plan to engage in this business seriously, but this niche of business was not filled. In society, there is a certain demand for this kind of product, and there are offers of this product. In our society, everything is sold and everything is bought, such is life. If everything is properly designed, the police will not dig in.