A Trip to Atlanta

"You need some sunscreen, to protect that fine body, Slut 2. Let me get you some help with it. Pedro, could you send over one of your guys?"

The crew shut down their tools, as one of the younger men came across the lawn. The tall girl handed him a bottle of sunscreen from her pocket, and held the leash as he smiled and splashed it over Diane's skin and rubbed it in. His rough hands slid under her sling, to cup her breasts and slide over her ass and between her legs. He came back again, for another swipe over her back and belly, and up under the sling to roll her nipples. Diane felt a quick tug on the leash, and looked up to see a questioning look from the girl.

"Thank you, Sir." She bent again to the weeding, with her knees muddy now, as she heard the crew laughing and then the lawn tools roared again. Her legs were creaking again when she was led back inside, and upstairs to the second floor. The young women in their rooms were getting ready for the party, and called for her to help them. Still in her dirty sling uniform and heels, she leaned into the shower to help bathe each of them, knelt on the hard tiles to dry and shave them, and had to touch their bodies to help them dress, her hands on their firm breasts and hard bellies, smoothing the clothing over them. Their clothes were expensive designer wear, pants and skirts and tops, making them look young and pretty.

The shorter blonde girl took the leash to lead her back to the attic to get ready. She watched as Diane pulled off the bikini, and stepped out of the heels. Her body was covered in dust and marked with sweat. "You look perfect, you must be having a very exciting day in this new life. I'm sure you are tired, so you have twenty minutes off before you need to dress and come down to serve the party. Ms. Lauren left your dress here in your room. She turned, and saw a very short black dress, with a low cut halter neckline, and a pair of even taller heels. She collapsed naked onto the rough blanket as the girl left.

 

6

She heard the sound of music from the terrace when she came down the stairs in the new heels, trying to get used to the height of them. The black dress was all she wore, except her leather collar, and its satiny fabric had a dull sheen to it. The halter neck had a snap buckle behind her neck and the short skirt was high on her bare thighs. With no bra or panties, or even a thong, she felt the dress on her skin and the air under it. Her hair was pulled up, fastened with the spring clip Ms. Lauren had left for her. She went to the kitchen, to find a catering team laying out food and unpacking large boxes. Ms. Lauren came in, looking around quickly.

"Slut 2, you're just in time after your long rest. Take one of these trays, serve it to the guests, but remember your place here. You are owned now, and need to do as you are told, by me or by the girls or the guests. You just need one more thing, before you begin. Stand here, against the kitchen wall."

She backed up to the wall, as Ms. Lauren lifted the hem of her black dress up to her hips, and spread her thighs wider. She saw the caterer crew and servers pause and look, seeing her exposed like this. Ms. Lauren slid a finger between her legs and then pulled her labia, holding it as she attached a spring clip, like a smaller version of the one she wore in her hair. It had a metal tag attached, and she felt its grip on her and its weight as it swung between her thighs on a short chain.

"Servants at parties need a name tag, and this is yours. It says 'Slut 2, owned by Ms. Lauren'. Show it to anyone who asks, and do as they say."

She tugged her dress down again and took a silver tray from the counter. The terrace outside was in sunlight, late on a warm Atlanta afternoon, and a cocktail party was in progress. Posters by the entrance announced a benefit for women's health, and the small crowd was mostly upscale women with a few men, all in elegant summer casual wear, smiling and chatting. She was the only one dressed this way, and she noted the other servers were in white shirts and black trousers, all women but dressed to become part of the background.

As she offered the tray of crab puffs around, she caught looks among the guests, and in each group someone said something like "Thank you, and where is your name tag, dear? You seem to be new to Lauren's." Each time, as she balanced the small tray on one hand hanging between her legs, she had to lift her skirt high to display the shiny metal tag, and hold that position as they read it. She was humiliated each time, as an older woman forced to display her body and her roughly shaved mound as they smiled and laughed. She had made several circuits of the patio, with different hot and cold foods, when the tall girl found her.

"We have something special for you to offer, hold still for a moment." She leaned over to unbuckle the snap fitting of Diane's halter top, to lower it below her breasts and wrap and buckle it behind her back again. She now wore just the bottom half of the black dress, with her breasts and shoulders exposed. The girl handed her another tray, this one with a dozen small low dishes of sauces and colored sugars. "Ms. Lauren is famous for these at her parties, the nipple foods. Offer everyone a taste, you dip your nipple in the dish and they feed from you. Smile as you do it!"

She took the wide tray in two hands and began to circulate again. In each cluster of guests, as they laughed at each other, she leaned forward to coat her nipple in sugar syrup or sauce, then arched her back to offer it to them. Women and men laughed as they sucked her nipples, licking the sweet or spicy taste from them, some roughly with raking teeth and some with light fluttering licks. The cell phone cameras flashed in her face as each group recorded the fun and the party picked up. When Diane returned to the kitchen with an empty tray, her breasts were covered in sticky colored sugar and chocolate. Ms. Lauren met her there with a smile. "You did very well, for your first time. You will get better at this every time, people expect it at my parties. Here, clean yourself up, it is time for your part now." She handed a cold wet cloth to Diane, and watched as she scrubbed her breasts clean and refastened the halter top.

7

The music changed and got louder, as Ms. Lauren led her back onto the terrace with the leash. The evening had gotten darker and cooler, and her nipples hardened under the thin dress. The crowd circled closer, as she was led to a low table by the pool and had to climb up onto it.

"Stand up dear, let everyone see clearly now. Tell us your full name."

"I am Diane..Diane Butler." She sighed in resignation

"And your age, weight, bra size- if you were wearing one?" She laughed and the crowd did too. Everyone seemed to have their cell phones out now, to record this.

"I am 44, 135 pounds, I am a 36D."

Ms. Lauren reached up to unsnap the strap at the neck of the dress, and the smooth black fabric slid down and pooled around her shoes. She was naked except for the heels, the collar, and the hanging tag between her legs.

"Here she is, older and a bit out of shape but still sexy. And what is your job, in that other life you left behind Diane, before you decided you had to submit yourself to me?"

"I am the Director of Marketing for a corporation."

More cameras flashed and she saw that the tall young woman was making a video of this scene.

"Well, that was then, Diane, everything may change since we are posting your pictures and video to your FaceBook and LinkedIn profiles now, so that all of those 512 contacts can see this new side of your personality. Kneel down now, on your hands and knees on the table."

Diane blinked back tears and her face was hot as she went to her hands and knees and tried to put aside her shame. Ms. Lauren reached to spread her legs and hands wider, cupping her hanging breasts and stroking her exposed sex, with the hanging metal tag. Her nipples hardened and she was shaking. Someone slipped a blindfold over her face, and from that point it was a continuous series of hands touching her, exploring her intimately. Hands opened her mouth, then she felt a man's hard cock at her lips and gagged as she put her mouth wide around it. Hands were holding her ankles wide, and she felt first a vibrator, and then hands on her hips and a cock at her vagina filling her. She felt him pump and then pull out, and the spurt of hot juices on her back. She was lost to too many sensations to count now, with hands on her breasts, tugging at her nipples, and with cocks and vibrators and fingers in her mouth and vagina and her ass. The metal tag clinked on its chain as they used her. She felt fingers on her hardened clit, stroking as she responded, but then stopping with a laugh as her hips rocked.

Someone pulled the blindfold off, and she blinked at the camera flashes. Ms. Lauren was beside her now, tugging at the leash to get her to slide off the table and stand. Her hair and makeup were a mess, and she could feel the sticky fluids on her body and her lips. "So, people say women are at their sexual peak in their 40's, is that true, you think, Slut 2? Do you think we should allow you to cum now, have you earned that?"

One of the young women brought over a wine bottle, and a large vibrator. "Show us your need, Slut 2, but you'll have to do it yourself and we will time you, the longer it takes the more you will be punished. Take the bottle, use the vibe, and get to work."

She has beyond her earlier shame now, as she spread her legs and lowered herself, to feel the hard slippery glass neck of the bottle enter her, as she fumbled to apply the humming vibrator to her hard clit. Her hips thrust forward, she sank lower, and she felt the tingling through her. She tried to concentrate on the feelings, and ignore the lewd picture she was making. "Keep your eyes open Slut, we don't want you to forget how many better women are watching you do this." She worked the vibrator harder, arching her back and presenting herself, and she felt the wave as she went over the edge, with her skin hot and flushed.

She pressed hard against the vibrator head and deeper onto the glass dildo as she shook and came. As her mind cleared, she heard the laughter and saw the faces watching her release. Juices were dribbling down her thighs as they pulled her away on her leash. The two young women led her to the railing at the edge of the terrace, facing out into the dark yard, and then bound her wrists to the rail and her ankles out wide behind her. They left her there, naked and bound, and the party noise moved away. She stood there for hours, as the night got darker and the insects came out, ignoring her mostly. She had to think and process what she was now, a servant but also just a property. From time to time, people behind her came out and she felt their hands on her body, some hefting her breasts and rolling her nipples, some exploring her ass and between her legs just to watch her begin to respond, with the tag and chain clinking.

8

One of Ms. Lauren's young women had put her away after the party, in the attic room. Two of them woke her Sunday morning, pulling her naked onto the floor. "You need to thank us now, Slut 2, for letting you cum last night- new slaves seldom get that privilege. Get busy now." The dark haired girl pulled up her nightgown and sat over her face, and Diane's tongue began working, tasting her sweat and her musk. She was still licking hard when the woman shuddered and stood, and the other one took her place, pushing harder and squeezing with her thighs .

They pulled her to her feet, and watched as she used the bathroom but was not allowed to clean herself. Today's outfit was the same sort of sling bikini, in electric blue, which made her skin look even older and paler. This one barely contained her swaying breasts, and tugged between her legs.

She looked into the mirror and realized she had gotten this new life was now the unstoppable fantasy she had dreamed of which was now her trap.