When I first met Anna, she was a sweet, compassionate woman who wanted only to help me. Now she's an imposing authority figure who punishes me if she feels I'm being lazy, disobedient or disrespectful.
Anna was spending at least fifty percent of her time at my house, and she insisted that I be completely naked any time she came to visit. In my opinion this was humiliating enough, but things became even more degrading when Anna decreed that my mother had to be similarly unclothed in her presence...even if one of my neighbors dropped by for a visit.
Anna was cruel and sometimes I would complain about the way she treated me. However, I found it darkly delicious the way she forced me to submit to her will and would have been disappointed if she had shown me mercy.
I remember one recent Saturday morning. I was standing in front of the kitchen sink washing the breakfast dishes. I was rinsing the dishes off while standing there naked with a stainless-steel shackle locked tightly around my ankle. The shackle was attached to a stainless-steel chain, which wasn't very long, perhaps twenty inches. The other end of the chain was bolted very securely to the concrete floor underneath the sink.
Anna felt that restricting my freedom while I performed menial household chores in the nude would help get me into the mindset of a slave. On a practical level, the thing locked around my ankle accomplished nothing, but on a psychological level, it made me feel inferior, owned, and enslaved.
It was a heady and intoxicating feeling to be naked, helpless, and subject to Anna's orders. My pussy throbbed as I obediently washed the dishes and submissively kept my eyes downcast, occasionally glancing at the strong shackle, snugly locked around my bare, slender ankle.
I was tempted to rub my thighs together, but I reminded myself that slave-girls aren't supposed to do that sort of thing. Slave-girls are supposed to keep their thighs apart, so that their pubic lips are always on display. Focusing on that idea, I closed my eyes and spread my thighs even further apart, luxuriating in the feelings provoked by my servile, inferior status.
While I was reveling in my feelings of being deliciously owned, objectified and naked, there came a knock at the door.
I was naked and couldn't step away from the sink because of the chain and shackle around my ankle. My mother wasn't chained up; however, she didn't want to answer the door as she was also naked. Anna got up, walked past me, and opened the door herself. I couldn't see the front door from where I was standing but I could hear Anna speaking to the person who had knocked. Her name was Kendall. I was surprised to see her, as she wasn't the type for making social visits.
Kendall was a member of Anna's coven. I assumed that her sudden arrival at my house had something to do with witchcraft and I was right.
"Hello, Candice," she greeted me as she entered the kitchen and looked me up and down. She'd seen me naked before, but every time she gave me that assessing look, I felt pornographically on display.
It didn't help that she was wearing stylish boots, dress slacks and a custom-tailored blazer. That she was so impeccably dressed served as a severe contrast to my nudity, making me feel even more embarrassed, self-conscious and vulnerable.
Anna joined us in the kitchen, closing the distance between us to better explain the purpose of Kendall's visit.
"I've been talking to Kendall about your new status as my slave, and the difficulties of treating you like a slave in public."
"Yes, well, America abolished slavery back in 1865," I replied. "That makes it kind of awkward to treat me like your slave while we're at the bank or the grocery store."
Anna slid her arm around my waist and replied, "Well, yes, that's what I thought. But Kendall thinks that she's found a way around that."
A smile crept across Kendall's face, and she explained. "I hypothesize that I can embed a suggestion spell into your skin. It will manipulate the opinions of those around you, and when they see you naked or handcuffed in public, it won't cause them to freak out or object. In their minds, they'll feel like this is the sort of thing they've dealt with before."
"Wait! You can do that?"
My mother had been listening nearby and padded over to join the conversation.
"I've tested the spell already under controlled circumstances," Kendall continued, turning to acknowledge my mother, then turning back to Anna. "I had some difficulties at first, but I believe I now have all the kinks worked out."
"This is so exciting," Anna enthused, squeezing me tight. "Do you understand what this means?"
I had an inkling. I had visions of Anna taking me out in public while naked and handcuffed. My heart sped up at the thought of Anna doing that sort of thing to me and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. It was a delicious sort of fear, and there was a pulsing in my loins that came along with it, but I was gripped with fear, nevertheless.
"It means that you'll have the freedom to be yourself in public," Anna said, not waiting for me to respond.
Kendall worked her spell on me. First, she produced a bottle of oily, amber colored liquid from a pocket, and uncorked it. She put some of the liquid on the tip of her finger and drew some symbols on me. The first symbol was drawn on my forehead, the second on the space between my breasts, and the third on my lower abdomen, about an inch or two above my vagina.
"You may feel a slight burning sensation," Kendall warned. "It's nothing to worry about. It just means that the spell is taking hold."
Kendall then said some words in Latin. I don't speak Latin, so I didn't really get what she was saying. I think I heard her say "stamen veritas" and "imperium," but there were lots of other words mixed in there, and then, while I was attempting to decipher the words, the burning sensation kicked in.
"Aaahhh!"
The spots where Kendall had marked me burned for a second, but the hot, stinging sensation dissipated almost immediately. The oily liquid on my skin also disappeared.
"That's it?" my mother asked.
"That's it," Kendall confirmed. "You should be able to take her outside just like this now. Nobody will call the police or accuse her of indecent exposure."
I was afraid to go outside like that. A large part of me was afraid that the spell wouldn't work, and I'd get into all kinds of awkward and embarrassing trouble, but Anna was eager to take me outdoors and test the spell immediately.
"Anna, are you sure?" I asked, as she unlocked the shackle from around my ankle. "Do we really want to do it right this minute?"
It turns out that was the wrong question to ask. Rather than being persuaded to be more cautious or careful, Anna decided to up the ante. Being naked suddenly wasn't good enough. She decided to take me outdoors naked and bound.
I groaned as Anna locked a slave collar around my neck and ordered me to place my arms behind my back.
"Hold your elbows and your wrists close together," Anna ordered, "while I get some bondage gear to put on you before I take you outside."
I gave Anna a pouty look, but she'd already turned her back and rushed out of the room. Kendall and my mother saw the worried look on my face, but they said nothing in response. My girlish frown was wasted.
Anna came right back and in no time leather restraints were buckled around my wrists and secured together with a stainless-steel clip. Then came the leather restraint around my elbows. I grunted as the elbow restraint was tightened. It was quite uncomfortable, but Anna insisted that it did wonders for my figure.
