Fool Around Find Out

FOOL AROUND, FIND OUT

By Cardman314

This story set in the world of legalized slavery created by the 34

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Amendment in 2028 following "the times of the troubles". A "tip of the hat" to my encouragers, Joe Doe and Carl Bradford. All characters are over 18 years of age and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. (The best chance auction in the story is merely presented as an entrapment device to achieve a desired result, so it's not in the title.)

"..... so come on down to the BIG 'D' and get your free 'New Bidders' Guide'. Thanks for watching this week's edition of 'Broadway Review' and please stay turned for 'The Branding Room' with Professor Merle Atkins. Y'all have a goodnight now, ya hear?!"

"Brian! What on Earth are you watching?" asked Mandy as she came dragging through the front door, sweating profusely from her tennis lesson. It wasn't just the drills her instructor ran her through; the club used slave girls as 'ball boys' and watching their tits bounce almost as much as the tennis balls stirred something deep in Mandy's psyche. Couple that with the club tradition where the winner got a 'slave kiss' while the loser had to stand there and watch, caused Mandy to drip with more than just sweat. She couldn't wait to get home and jill off.

"Hey, Sis, come and join me. You're 18 now so you can watch the adult network with me. I'll even give you my passcode, in case dad doesn't remove the 'Parental Controls' from the television."

"Uh, no thanks, not my thing. I need a shower," she shouted as she headed for the stairs, pulling off the scrunchie holding up her long, blonde ponytail.

"O-o-o-o, can I wash your back for you?" he teased.

"In your dreams, pervert. Stay there on the couch, watching your porn, and playing with your 'pud'."

"Can I borrow your vibrator?" he joked back.

"MEN!" she shrieked and ran upstairs, threw her racket bag in the corner, and slammed her bathroom door. She couldn't stop blushing, wondering how he knew she had a vibrator, or did he just make a lucky guess? "I hope it was just a guess," she thought to herself, "I hope he hasn't been snooping; I'd just die if he found my collar or cuffs."

She quickly slipped out of her clothes, put them in the laundry chute to send them to the bin on the first floor, and stepped into the shower. The first blast of cold water made her jump back a little but then she eased back into it. "Just a quick rinse," she thought to herself, "then I'll do a few laps in the pool."

She slipped out of the shower and tucked her hair up into her swim cap. Looking around the bathroom, she put on her bottoms but didn't see the top to her bikini anywhere. "Shit, I must have thrown it down the laundry chute," she mused. "Brian is going to be busy with his show; he'll never see me," she rationalized as she headed down the back stairs to the pool, topless, her perky C/Ds bouncing on every step down.

She was about four laps into her routine when her brother stepped out on to the back patio and shouted, "Hey, Mandy, come quick! Your hot friend, Tina, is about to get branded; you've got to see this."

"What?" She replied, as she pulled off her swim cap from over her ears.

"Tina is getting branded, hurry!" Brian shouted back as he turned to go back to the TV.

"OMG, she really did it. She got graded." Mandy's thoughts raced through her head as she wrapped a towel around herself and hustled across the lawn to the patio doors. Several of her classmates had already gone through the process of grading and registering but Tina was the first to be branded. Mandy's thoughts went to the embarrassment of polishing the poles at the entrance to the Big D, and to having to constantly keep oneself aroused during the process, if you wanted to get a good grade. Every time one of her friends came back from the Big D, she would get all flushed as they recanted their slutty ordeals. It was these juicy stories that had motivated her to buy a set of cuffs and a collar and jill off as a "slave girl", all alone in her room whenever no one was at home.

By the time she slid the door open, her nipples were already at attention as her fantasies raged on. As she closed the door, the door latch snagged a corner of her towel and jerked it to the floor as she turned away. Instinctively, her hands flew up to cover her tits as she turned to see what happened to her towel. Fortunately, Brian was too engrossed in Tina sucking Merle's cock to notice her half-naked tug-of-war with the door.

She quickly rewrapped herself and hurried over to stand behind the couch, her eyes riveted on the scene playing out before her. "What am I looking at?" she asked, confused by the pink and brown vibrating image.

"That's a close up of Tina riding the handle of a branding iron. Jim, Merle's assistants, is trying to get her off so she is on an endorphin high when she is branded," he replied. "You just missed Tina giving Merle a 'slave's kiss' before he shoved that bit-gag in her mouth."

The cameras switched to a close-up of Tina's face as she released an exquisite, guttural moan. She clenched her hands tightly as the first wave of a massive slave-gasm shook her body. The cameras swung back to a full, side-view as Jim flipped a lever clamping down her hips and thighs. Merle turned to show the camera the white-hot iron before pressing it on to the center of Tina's left butt cheek.

A close-up of her face appeared as she let out a banshee-like scream and her eyes rolled back in her head before she succumbed to the pain and passed out. Her bladder let go and a rear view popped up on the screen just in time to capture a long stream of piss descending into the litter box below her.

Mandy couldn't stop herself from letting out a soft "mmmmmmm" and reaching under her towel to finger her clit. She desperately wanted to run to her room and finish the job but her eyes and ears were fixed on the event playing out before her.

The camera with the side-view showed Jim, holding his nose, and waving 'Slave Behave', Merle's specially-concocted smelling salts under Tina's nose, as the vet could be seen tending to her new badge. Jim then carefully lifted the pillory assembly holding Tina's head and hands as the camera zoomed in on Merle, as he started to speak.

"Well fans, that wraps up another episode of our show for this week. Watch for Donna, Lindsay and Tina in the next issue of

'The Sandy-Foot Girls'.

Donna's mom turned down the winning bid, but wanted her daughter to get the Big D badge she earned. She will wear it proudly as a cheerleader at Texas A&M in the fall. Lindsay's new owner, Emerald Elite Escorts, is sending her to the Venus Academy of Sexual Arts for a month of training, while Tina here was purchased by the 'Sensual Slave', BDSM club for the next two years and will receive her training at Pearson's Pussy Ranch. Thanks for watching and please support our sponsors, Tracey's Tack Shop and Wanda's Whips. We'll have a 'hot' time, next time. Bye for now." (The camera pans over the girls recovering in the infirmary as the credits roll.)

"OMG! Tina got sold! How did that happen? She was supposed to go to UT Dallas in September," remarked Mandy as she unconsciously continued to finger herself.

"It would be quicker if you used your vibrator," quipped Brian, bringing embarrassing awareness to Mandy, who quickly stopped with a groan, blushing beet red. "At the start of the show, they pan the three girls in the branding racks as Merle briefly explains how each of the girls came to be in their present position. When Tina graded Prime, her mother talked her into doing a 'Best Chance' auction for the bragging rights of being a 'Sandy Foot Girl'. They set a time of indenture and a reserve price Tina figured would be out of reach to be safe. Even though the reserve wasn't met, Tina's mom accepted the bid, figuring two years of slavery would pay for four years of college, and she could travel the world for two years on the rest. Needless to say, Tina did not look happy locked in the rack."

Mandy was stunned into silence and headed for her room.

"Hey, it's time for

Adventures on the Yo-Ho-Ho

, the famous slavery vacation ship. Don't you want to watch it with me?"

"No thanks. I have to get dressed," she replied as she hurried up the stairs to finish what she had started.

Brian smiled to himself as the sound of Mandy's vibrator wafted through the house. "If only she knew how loud that thing is outside her room, she would die of embarrassment," he thought.

Stifling her moan in her pillow, Mandy came hard. What she had just witnessed on TV was way more potent than any of the stories her friends had told her. Of course, none of them, so far, had gone to the rack for branding. It was at that point, in the heat of the moment, she had to know what slavery was really like. All that Sex Ed and Slave Yoga in school had sown a seed in her to want to experience more. She got into the shower to wash off the chlorine from the pool and formalize her plan.

As proud as she was of the small, blonde patch she had grown, she knew slave girls were required to be bare below their shoulders, so she got her razor and carefully began to remove it. It felt a little rough but it would have to do until she could get it waxed.

After drying off, she knew she couldn't hesitate or she would lose her nerve. She knew her parents weren't due home until after 5 so that would give her at least 4 hours for her experiment. She snapped her collar around her neck and tied the key to her cuffs on the ring on the front of her collar before snapping her cuffs on behind her back. The moment of truth had passed when she locked the cuffs because there was no way she could reach the key. Oh, maybe she could still chicken out and try rubbing the key on something to try to get it off the collar but "the die was cast" in her mind and she backed up to the door, turned the knob, and stepped out into the hall.

Her arousal was increasing step by step as she quietly descended the stairs. "Brian, can you help me with something?"

"Sure, kiddo, what do you....." He stopped dead in his tracks as he turned to look behind the couch. There, in all her naked glory, stood Mandy, shaking nervously and biting her lip. "What?......Are you okay?.....What's going on?" Brian stammered as her got up from the couch and rushed to her side.

"I have to know what slavery is like. It's all around me, everywhere I go. Now it's on TV and not only that, one of my BFFs is part of it," Mandy said almost teary-eyed.

"Oh, sweety, don't cry. How can I help? Nice tits by the way," he smiled.

Mandy giggled in return and breathed a sigh of relief. "I want you to treat me as your slave for the next three hours before mom and dad get home. Here, take the key and make it real, anything goes."

"I'll try but I can tell you right now, I refuse to fuck you. You are my sister after all. It's always been my job to protect you."

"May I at least suck your magnificent cock, Master?" she asked, already getting into character.

"Maybe, but you'll have to earn it," he smiled as he reached out and tweaked her erect nipples. She almost came on the spot. "Maybe you were born for the collar after all," he thought to himself. He walked to the coat closet next to the front door and retrieved the dog's leash from its hanger. Returning to Mandy, he took the handcuff key from her collar and connected the leash and said, "Heel!" in the most serious sounding voice he could muster, grinning all the while.

After a couple of laps, through the dining room to the kitchen and back to the living room, he smiled and headed for the front door. Mandy jerked on the leash with a look of sheer panic on her face and came to a stop. Brian was having none of it and said, "You asked for this treatment, and now you're backing out? Slaves don't get choices so you've just earned yourself a punishment." He stepped so the couch was between them and he pulled the leash until she was bent over the back of the couch with her ass in the air. He tied the leash to the center leg of the couch and walked behind her.

"What are you doing?", she whined.

"Slaves don't speak unless spoken to. That's another five spanks." He gave both her butt cheeks a squeeze then dealt her five firm but not too painful swats. "That's for resisting the leading of the leash and the first of many to come for slaves who misbehave."

"Thank you for correcting this unworthy slave, Master."

Brian smirked to himself at her phony sounding response and gently rubbed her ass as it started to show a little pink. She wiggled seductively but he wasn't having it and resumed the spanking with gusto this time. "This is for speaking out of turn."

Mandy squeaked with each blow but resolved she wasn't going to cry or beg. Almost hyperventilating, she managed to groan through gritted teeth, "Thank you, Master."

Brian smiled and relented. He softly rubbed her now red cheeks and said, "Spread those legs." He hesitantly slipped a couple of fingers in her sopping wet pussy, fearing he may be overstepping her bounds. He was rewarded with her softly moaning and trying to push herself deeper on to his fingers. He walked around the couch and put his fingers in front of her face. "Clean them off, slave."

Mandy quickly demonstrated that she hadn't been sleeping through Sex Ed class and could easily have sucked the chrome off a trailer hitch, smiling all the while.

Brian untied the leash from the leg of the couch and allowed Mandy to stand up; he gave her a reassuring hug as he undid her handcuffs, and stuck them in his pocket and commanded, "Heel" once again heading to the front door. He grabbed the door knob and paused a moment to look her in the eyes; she smiled back, nodded slightly and lowered her gaze as a proper slave should. She thought, "I need this," and stepped out into the bright, July sunshine.

When she took her first steps out on to the sidewalk, she let out a soft o-o-o-o sound and pranced to keep her feet from burning. Brian noticed her discomfort and shifted their path to the left into the grass. He led her straight towards the mail box next to the road about fifty yards away; her nervousness and embarrassment growing with each step but she didn't dare resist the leash again.

The good news was that living in a gated community on a two-acre lot, the neighbors were spread out at least two hundred feet on either side. They weren't likely to be noticed by them. The bad news was that these people liked to shop online, which produced frequent delivery truck traffic through the development, as well as, plumbers, gardeners, caterers, and of course, the mailman. Speak of the devil, there he was, right on schedule.

Reaching the mail box at the same time as the truck, Brian commanded, "Present!"

Mandy couldn't believe Brian was getting into his role as a master so well but dared not hesitate. She split her legs wide apart, stood up straight, and thrust her tits out as she clasped her hands behind her head, feeling as if her whole body were blushing.

Mr. Rheems, a paragon of postal indifference, stuffed a bundle of mostly junk mail into the mail box, flipped up the flag, indicating there was mail in the box, and drove off without so much as a glance in Mandy's direction.

Brian turned to Mandy with a look of sheer astonishment. "Can you believe that guy? What a mindless jerk! I'm standing right here and instead of saying 'Hi' and handing me the mail, he stuck to his boring routine and put the mail in the box anyways. What a moron."

"Not notice you?!" she thought. "Here stands a hot, naked woman with tits and ass to die for, and he didn't even give me a glance." The red in her cheeks was no longer from embarrassment but from anger at being ignored. Then it hit her; she wasn't a woman anymore. Her collar and nakedness labeled her as a slave, just another piece of property, something common everywhere now days. She wasn't anything of special worth. Her spirit was crushed. She wanted to go to her room and cry. This wasn't anything like her fantasies of constant, sexual attention.

Brian saw Mandy's shoulders slump and the corners of her mouth turn down. Realizing the fun was over, he walked over, gently lifted her chin, kiss her on the forehead, and removed her collar. He gave her a hug as she started to cry softly. "It really hurt to be ignored like that, didn't it?

Mandy nodded slightly, slowly stopped crying, and hugged him back.

"Let's go skinny dipping and talk this over, okay? I think there is an important lesson about slavery you just learned today. Not everyone is going to be fawning over your nice tits," he said with a smile on his face as he squeezed her right breast then took off in a sprint towards the pool before she could take a swing at him.

Mandy started to laugh and chase after him, her self-worth having been mostly restored by his silly, caring gesture. By the time she caught up to him at the pool house, they were both laughing hysterically. Brian hugged her again and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen off the shelf. "I'll do your back if you'll do mine," he said with a grin.

"Pervert," Mandy smirked and took the bottle, "Turn around."

For the next hour or so, they did a lap or two every time they got too hot, but most of the time they just sunned themselves beside the pool and talked. The moment had a special sweetness, a connection that had been missing since before Brian had done his military service. Mandy's last two years of high school were hard without her brother around to lift her up when she was down or help her understand her role in this ever-changing society.

Finally, she blurted it out, "I want to try it again. I need to understand these yearnings I keep having."

"What did you like about today's experience that makes you want more?"

"I can't explain it but when you were punishing me, I felt more loved than I have in quite a while. I instinctively knew you were doing it for me, not to me. The odd thing was, the longer you spanked me, the more aroused I became. Then when you totally took command, relieved me of any decision making, and led me out the door, I knew I would follow you anywhere. Am I weird?"

"You're not weird; many people have submissive tendencies. They feel safer when some else takes charge. What I don't want to see is someone taking advantage of you to the point of you losing who you are." He paused for a minute to let her consider what he had just said. "Tell you what, let me give you a real, 'outside-looking-in' view of slavery. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the Big D and you'll get to see how life as a slave actually begins, free from any fantasies you might have. Deal?"

"Deal! I'd love it," she replied, as he helped her get up off her towel. She glanced down and remarked, "Gee, I didn't think the water was THAT cold." She turned and ran for the house laughing as he tried to snap her butt with his towel.

Morning couldn't come early enough for Mandy as her imagination was running wild over what she thought she might see. She bit on her pillow as she fingered herself to orgasm just as the first rays of sunlight filtered through her curtains. After a prolonged shower, shampooing, and blow dry, she made up her mind to go commando today, further fueling her fantasies. She slipped on her favorite, yellow sundress with the wide, crinkly spandex waist band, as it made her breasts look a half-a-cup bigger, then headed for the kitchen, her flip-flops happily flip-flopping down each stair.

She put the coffee on and started to rustle up breakfast. Tuesdays at the country club were mixed-doubles golf days and the Taylors were one of the top teams. She fixed her dad's favorite bagel with lox and cream cheese, then mixed a bowel of yogurt, granola and frozen berries for her mom and herself.