“Well, it’s official. Take a look…” Christine said smugly, thrusting a sheet of paper in Meredith’s face. Most of it was covered in tiny print of near incomprehensible legalese, but the letterhead at the top and the seal at the bottom were all the young woman needed to see. True, she’d known this was coming for a while now and the odds that the debt court would have granted her an extension were slim, but seeing it laid out in stark black and white was still a gut punch. As of 9:15 that morning, when the judge had scrawled his signature across the bottom of of the document, Meredith had lost all rights as a free woman and was now the property of Christine.
“Yes, it is...mistress.” Meredith responded, mouth dry. Silently, the 22-year old college student, former college student that was, cursed at having let slip to her next door neighbor her financial troubles. But it had never occurred to Meredith that the older blonde woman would have been interested in the perky, tomboyish brunette, much less willing to go to the trouble of buying up Meredith’s debt. The accountant fees alone would have been significant, but the next thing Meredith knew, her neighbor had knocked on her door and handed her a stack of papers which stated, in the typical round-about way, that Christine had consolidated enough of Meredith’s debts to hit the legal threshold where she could claim the younger woman as her slave, in lieu of the debt, subject to a review from the National Slave Board. A review which had just happened and agreed, Meredith belonged to her neighbor.
“Strip.” Christine’s first order to her slave was unsurprising. Meredith sighed, but glumly complied. As soon as she’d gotten the papers, she’d done her research, not just into what sort of appeals she could make, which were few and, as it turned out, futile, but what she could expect, now that she was no longer a free citizen but a slave, legally the property of her owner. Among the many distressing things she’d discovered were the wide range ways in which her mistress could now punish her. Meredith had never thought of her former neighbor as the sadist, but then she’d never imagined Christine would do this in the first place and she didn’t want to find out just how cruel her new Mistress could be.
“Fold those clothes up neatly.” Christine said, as Meredith, having removed her t-shirt, went to drop it on the floor. “They belong to be now too.” Of course, as a slave, Meredith couldn’t own anything so, like her, everything she’d once had now belonged to her Mistress. Christine might allow Meredith to continue to use some of the items, but the young slave knew it was far likelier she’d simply sell off most of it, recovering some of the huge sum she’d spent to gain ownership of her new slave.
Soon Meredith’s clothes, or rather Christine’s, were removed, neatly folded and stacked on a nearby chair and the young brunette stood completely naked before her Mistress. “Hands down, slave.” Christine said, sharply. Meredith had, unconsciously, tried to cover herself with her hands as soon as she was naked. Sheepishly, she lowered her arms to her sides, cheeks flushing red as the older woman’s eyes ran over her naked body, lingering on Meredith’s large, round breasts and neatly shaved sex, a hungry look on her face, made all the worse because there was nothing, legally, stopping her from doing anything she wanted to slake that lust at Meredith’s expense.
“Glad to see my investment was worth the price.” Christine mused, more to herself then to Meredith. She turned, digging into the shopping bag she’d brought alongside the important documents confirming Meredith’s enslavement. After a second, Christine pulled out a small box, bearing the logo of one of the high end boutiques which had sprung up in recent years, catering to the wealthy slave owning class Christine now belonged to. Inside was a collar, silver, hinged on the side with a ring at the front holding a round silver tag engraved on the front with Christine’s initials while the back had information, should someone find Meredith out by herself, on how to return the wayward slave to her owner.
“There.” Christine said, closing the collar around Meredith’s slender neck. The slave shivered as she heard the lock close with an audible click. Somehow, she could imagine, the boutique had gotten Meredith’s dimensions right, so the metal band pressed snug, but not tightly, cold against her bare skin. “Now everyone will know who owns you.”
She dug into the bag again and took out several more items in rapid succession. The first was a pair of silver handcuffs, joined by a couple inches of chain. The second were leg-irons, identical, but for a slightly longer chain to give her some degree of movement. Third was black, silicon ballgag with a leather strap. Each item in turn was placed on Meredith, further restraining her and leaving her helpless to her Mistress’ whims.
The last item was a short leash, of fine-grained black leather, ending in a clip which was attached to the ring at the front of Meredith’s collar. Christine took up the other end of the leash in one hand. As she tugged it, Meredith started forward, only to be stopped by a sharp rebuke from her Mistress. “Are you forgetting something.” Christine gestured downward at the shopping bag, holding the boxes and things from Meredith’s new restraints as well as the papers for her enslavement. “You must remember from now on to look after and carry your Mistress’ things. I’ll excuse it this once time, since this is new to you, but from now on, any further lapses will be punished.”
Meredith bowed her head, grunting an apology through the gag. Moving awkwardly in the chains, she picked up the shopping back with her shackled hands, holding the back behind her back as Christine gave the leash another sharp tug. Shuffling forward in the leg irons, Meredith followed after her Mistress who strode confidently down the hallway.
Meredith assumed they were heading to Christine’s own apartment, but to her surprise, Christine kept walking, dragging the slave girl along behind her. Some of her puzzlement must have leaked out from behind the gag because Christine turned her head and looked back at her over one shoulder. “We’re going to talk a walk around the building, slave. I want everyone to see what a fine new slave I own.”
Meredith’s crimson blush deepened at the thought of being paraded around in public, naked, shackled and collared, so that everyone who saw her would know the young woman was nothing more then a slave now. But as she was nothing more then a slave, she no longer had any say in things. Her Mistress wanted to show her off and so she could do nothing but shuffle after, as fast as the leg irons allowed, and steel herself for the coming public humiliation.
At that time of day, the hallways were all but empty, so Meredith’s humiliation was delayed, but not for long. The courtyard beside their building, with the pool and lounging areas, were busy all day long and Christine headed straight there, dragging her slave behind her. Meredith heard excited chatter coming from the courtyard. It stilled, replaced by surprised whispering as the two of them came into sight.
Though the slave laws had been around for years now, it was still rare enough, at least among private individuals rather then the big Slaving Companies, the sight of a naked girl on a leash drew attention, especially when said girl was someone they knew. When the quiet muttering intensified, Meredith knew she’d been recognized. Her blush deepened, her humiliation increasing when she risked a glance up and saw some faces she recognized. Worse were the teen boys who crowded around, excited at the chance to see a real life slave girl...or just a chance to oggle a pretty girl’s boobs while she was unable to stop them.
Christine, standing near by, pointedly took no notice of her slave’s humiliation, though her wicked smile said she was definitely enjoying the public spectacle they were making. She chatted amiably among the other women, “I think she’ll be very useful to have around the house...cooking, cleaning...among other things.” Meredith groaned into her gag, her new life had just begun...