(The slave who was known as 'Dani' has been granted permission by her Master to continue her story in her own words.)
As soon as my bare feet touched the cold concrete steps to Mike's sunroom, I felt that I was home. Mike led me, leashed, cuffed, collared and nude, past the chair where I had first exposed myself to him.
How did I feel now that I was bound as a slave?
Michael explained to me during my training that there are three stages of nudity:
The first is our common personal nudity. Our bodies belong to us and us alone; only we choose who will see us nude.
Second is the nudity of the naturist. They have accepted that nudity is their natural state. Still, they only choose other like-minded people who may see them nude.
Third is slave nudity. A slave knows that every inch of her is owned: her master has her naked purely because he enjoys the delightful display -- and she no longer has a choice.
Slave nudity extends to when a slave is allowed clothing. It is a part of her exposing a pretty knee or a thigh in public when she's wearing a skirt; it is in her exposing a glimpse of her round breasts as she casually unbuttons her blouse on a train because it's 'oh so hot.' Any man watching is a potential master and she is trained to act that way.
I was shifting among all three stages that night. I was embarrassed, I was sexually excited, I was in my natural state -- and I knew that I was naked because my master wanted me that way.
He pulled me through his living room which was relatively dark. I already accepted instinctively that he would chain me somewhere in his house.
When we were clearly headed to the kitchen my knees went weak. The kitchen contained the inside door to his basement. Mike had lied to David and me about his basement being unfinished. I had sneaked a peek one day, just looking down the stairs and it was most definitely finished.
David and I laughed about it later, saying that Mike must have "naked blondes chained to the wall" down there.
Oh god: to be his chained naked blonde!
Sadly, he led me past the basement door to a corner of his kitchen. I looked around, confused. There was a blanket on the floor along with various decorative pillows that had been taken from sofas and chairs. Then I saw the chain attached to his butcher block table. The chain had what looked like an ankle bracelet at the end. I sobbed involuntarily, knowing he was going to leave me here.
"Has a slave forgotten to kneel?" Mike asked, ignoring my tears.
"Sorry Master" I said quickly and sank to my knees. I had just called him 'Master' for the first time. I kept my head and eyes downwards, but I could sense how secretly proud he was of me.
He removed my leash but kept the collar on. I was glad: the collar was mine. He knelt behind me and removed the handcuffs. I quickly massaged my wrists then instinctively placed my hands on my thighs.
Finally he attached the anklet to my right foot. He stood up and surveyed his work.
"That chain is long enough to reach the half bath," he informed me. "Your water for the night is over there." He pointed to a bowl on the floor I hadn't noticed. The fact that it was a bowl for a pet animal did not escape me.
"I thought --" he glared at me.
"May a slave speak?" I asked softly, head down.
"You may speak. You're learning fast! You surrendered your panties" he checked his watch "twenty-three minutes ago."
"I was hoping... that a new slave would warm her master's bed tonight."
He actually laughed. "You are a quick learner." He squatted down in front of me. He stroked my cheek, my shoulder, my breasts. "Some masters" he explained, "would taken advantage of a new slave. They would have already taken you, hard and fast."
He dropped his hand to my belly, then stroked my pubic hair. "I know you're not ready for that. I'm giving you time. God -- I'm becoming soft in my old age -- giving more time to a foolish slave only because I already love her!"
I looked at him and more tears came. I thought I was already cried out. "You love me?! What is all this?! You're punishing me, you're taking David's side, you're angry with me!"
He was quiet for a while. "An outburst like that from anyone other than you, and I would already be dragging that slave's naked ass down the stairs, and I would leave her chained to the wall for the night!"
