When Camille Sinclair was placed back in her small 8x10 cage she sat down on the small cot where she slept, bent her head down, placed her hands over her face, and starting sobbing. Since she had been sold into servitude mere days ago she had been subjected to terrible humiliation. From being poked and prodded and examined like an animal, punished horribly in the "training room" on that dreadful spanking machine, to being paraded around and told to strip naked like a whore in a bordello. Camille was not used to being treated in such a way. She was descended from one of the most prestigious families of Charleston and a member of that city's Southern aristocracy. Her life was not supposed to be like this.
The Sinclair's of Charleston helped establish the small South Carolina colony of Charles Town in 1670 and her founding ancestor Henry Sinclair was only four steps behind William Sayle off the ship when he landed and established the small English settlement on the west bank of the Ashley River. Henry Sinclair was an English Lord and one of the Lords Proprietors that was loyal to King Charles II of England and helped restore the monarch back on the throne of England after the death of Oliver Cromwell. The Sinclair name was well known and respected among the Southern Aristocratic families.
Camille herself grew up in her family's mansion on Tradd Street South of Broad where the imaginary line that separates the City's Who's Who from the rest of the world starts. She attended Ashley Hall School for Girls since kindergarten, she was a member of the St. Cecilia Society (one of South Carolina's oldest and most exclusive social institutions), she grew up taking etiquette classes since she was five, attended the city's most prestigious debutant balls and cotillions, was Christened as a baby and attended Sunday church service at St. Michael's, and was taught to be a true Southern lady; but her life changed when her father re-married when Camille was sixteen.
After her mother's death when she was eleven, Camille took the responsibility of being the lady of the house at an early age. She grew to be very comfortable in that role and took care of her father, who took his wife's death very hard, and while Camille missed and often needed her mother she was determined to make the best of what fate had given her. But then her father married that white trash from North Charleston...North Charleston of all places! Soon Camille's was feeling the ostracism from the elite Charleston families. She was no longer invited to balls or cotillions, the young boys from the "right" families stopped calling on her, and she even felt the exile at school all because her father married a divorcee from North Charleston...a woman not born and raised South of Broad St. What Camille did not know was that her father and new step mother were squandering the family fortune with lavish and expensive material items and her father was making some terrible business investments, giving money to her step-mother's white trash family, and soon they were to lose it all.
Camille's father was also changing. He was no longer the loving and kind father he had once been and became cruel and mean to his daughter but her step mother was worse. While neither physically abused her they did do other sadistic things to her. They would lock her room for days without food, refuse to let her go out of the house for weeks at a time, verbally abuse her with terrible names, and much more. Then her father took her to California and sold her into slavery. Camille was devastated and heart broken and terrified.
She was a virgin and innocent in the ways of sex, oh she had boyfriends and would kiss them and once she did give one of her boyfriends oral sex, but she did not like it much when he had an orgasm in her mouth. It was not the taste or texture of the boy's cum, she thought it tasted pretty good actually and enjoyed the sticky substance in her mouth; no it was just wrong and nasty to allow a boy to do that; only white trash girls did that. Camille she was not naïve or stupid; she knew what she was sold into and what was expected of her. She had been paraded in front of potential buyers for days and they made her strip naked, examined her, and humiliated her. At first she was defiant but just one time on that spanking machine taught her to submit. Camille did not do well with pain. No one seemed interested in buying her and Camille knew why. She knew she was pretty but they all wanted someone with more experience sexually and with a better body than hers and to Camille that was fine. She was hoping that soon she would be sold as maybe an office slave due to her intelligence. Then today she was sold and sold to another female and that was just unnatural. Camille had nothing against homosexuals but she just felt same sex relationships were not right. True Mira Chambers was famous, beautiful, and wealthy; but she was still another girl and Camille knew what was going to happen to her. She was going to be forced to have sex with another girl. To lose her virginity, that she was saving for her wedding night, as a slave to someone she did not even know and to make it worse it was going to be another girl that took it. Camille Sinclair started sobbing harder and cried until she could cry no more and lay on the small cot and drifted into an emotionally exhausted sleep.
Mira Chambers waited five days patiently but with anticipation for the arrival of her pet. Her doctor verified she was indeed a virgin and healthy and free of any diseases. The pet shop had implanted her pet's GPS tracking chip and tattooed the bar code on her right bottom heel to denote Mira was who owner, the girl's name, physical information, etc. and her new toy was arriving today. Mira had been busy the five days while she waited. She had her house prepared for her pet. She had an extra room added to her bedroom in her Beverly Hills mansion. More of a cell than a room it would be accessed by a hidden door and was behind a two way mirror and it contained a small bed, night stand, a small vanity, and a toilet. Camille could see into the bedroom but on the other side all people would see would be a full length vanity mirror. Mira also had a pet cage placed inside her huge walk in closet where she intended for the small girl to spend most of her time until she was trained and then she would move her into the cell. In her basement Mira had a play dungeon built and had if filled with all sorts of delightful and devious items. She had it filled with BDSM furniture such as a "Trap bed" that will trap a person in the chair with their legs spread and high in the air exposing the person's private area and butt. The device also it binds the person's head and arms in place.
The person in the trap is quite helpless. Mira had a spanking bench installed in her "play room" as well. She debated on a spanking machine and may get one later but now she would much rather give any spankings herself. There was an X Cross in the room, a plush queen size bed, a chest of drawers that contained sexy toys, nipple clamps, alligator clamps, clothes pins, zipper clothes pins, and many other items to cause pain and pleasure. Along the right wall hung instruments of torture such as paddles of various types including a silver studded one, various floggers such as a Cat O Nine Tails and a Captain's Daughter, and even a seven and a half foot bull whip. In the center of the room was a hook that was attached to a chain from the ceiling connected to an electronic pulley system for some suspension play. Mira was quite pleased with her new dungeon. She even brought her new pet a great deal of revealing outfits and fetish wear she would wear out of the house since public nudity even for slaves was still illegal. While indoors Mira intended for her pet to be naked at all times unless she was in the mood to see the girl dressed in one of the outfits she brought from her. They were a variety of clothes that ran from a skimpy black leather bikini, a very short skirted school girl outfit, several corsets, to some Lolita Style dresses Mira thought the girl would look so adorable in.
She thought of hiring a professional trainer but then decided against it; she wanted to train the girl herself. Her intention was to train Camille to be a whore...her whore. Mira decided to take her time in taking the other girl's virginity and after all she did have another hole she could fuck. She was going to train Camille on how to please men and women an in time she was going to share the girl with others and even take her to some of the fetish clubs and private BDSM play parties. Another thing Mira decided to do was train her new pet to enjoy pain as pleasure...to crave it. Mira giggled as she thought of Pavlov's dogs and how they were trained and knew she could do the same with pain and orgasms. She was going to use the "conditioning reflex" theory to turn Camille into a true pain slut and Mira had studied the same theory applied in sexual conditioning.
Mira was sitting on her couch flipping through a magazine with impatience when her doorbell rang and she got up quickly and hurried to the door. Mira thought long and hard on how to play out her first meeting with her pet at home. She thought about being nice and kind and having a nice chat with the girl to put her at ease but decided no it was best to show the girl who was in charge and to let her understand her place and go over some household rules. Keeping that in mind, the beautiful celebrity dressed for the occasion in a pair of black tight leather low cut pants, black knee high leather boots with 5 inch spiked heels, and a sleeveless black leather corset that zipped up the side and cut to a V at her waist that left her stomach exposed. Mira walked to her front door, took a deep breath to calm herself (she had to admit to herself she was somewhat nervous but knew she could not let that show to the girl she now owned), and opened the door.
"Ms. Chambers?" The young delivery man asked as his eyes grew wide and roamed up and down the star's sexy body that was very noticeable in the tight black leather.
Mira noticed the slave collar around his neck, "Eyes off, slave!" She demanded harshly.
