Gotta Pay the Piper

Charlotte had asked if we could stop at the Slave Shop on the way to my house. I was totally agreeable. There was no time like the present to buy a few needed supplies.

The manager recognized me as soon as I entered and addressed me by name. "Ahh, Bas Landry! Good to see you, again. It has been a while. Your head girl has been in a few times. What can I do for you today?"

"This is Charlotte Applegate. She just acquired a couple slaves and needs chargers for their collars. Plus I think she wants to take a look at some of your disciplinary tools. I need a few things myself. Another chastity belt, and some slave cleanout for sure." I said. Lana's expression of horror was amusing. She must be familiar with slave cleanout or maybe she was worried about my intentions for the chastity belt. "Do you sell hair growth inhibitor or do I need to get that from a salon?" Lana's whimper was audible.

She began nervously twirling the ends of her long locks. Both Lana Geri kept their hair about the level of their nipples in front and the bottom of their shoulder blades in back. Her hair was every bit as lush and thick as her daughter's. I suspected part was due to genetics and part dietary supplements and special hair products. But the hair on their heads was obviously extremely important to both women.

The clerk said, "I have some very effective hair inhibitor that rivals that sold anywhere. I have not tried it myself, but reports say it makes the skin siky smooth for about five months. If the chastity belt is for this slave, I can help fitting it." Lana squirmed and could not quite control another whimper when he grinned.

"No. I just put my last available one into use and I need a standby." I answered. "I'll call home to see if we need anything else this trip while you help Charlotte." I stepped away to tell Lenore where we were and an estimate of when we'd be home to give her some time to prepare.

Charlotte had already decided to buy a pair of chastity belts, slave cleanout with a full slave enema kit which meant bigger nozzles, and hair growth inhibitor like me. She was examining paddles and trying to decide whether she preferred the three or four inch width. The lengths were the same. I told her I had the four inch one and I could not see much difference.

"Emma!" the man called. "Come over here!" A short, slightly chubby slave girl leaned her broom against a display and quickly trotted over. "Emma here is on loan from one of my customers. She is being punished for disrespect. Her punishment is to model my punishment and control tools. Her owner hopes the humiliation and discomfort she endures will improve her attitude."

The girl saw the paddles in Charlotte's hand and began to beg. "Please Mr. Bergeron! Those paddles really hurt!" Bergeron told her that was the point. "Only two hits, okay? I've been a good girl. I do everything you tell me to do."

"Emma, you know I told you not to beg or try to talk you way out of it. Now drop your pants, bend over and put your forearms on the seat of that chair like you did before." With a half smile, Bergeron said, "Charlotte, if you will, try each paddle out on her ample backside. Give her a couple stingers with each one. Have you ever swung a paddle like this?" Charlotte shook her head. "Then let me demonstrate." Emma was already sobbing and whimpering in anticipation.

Bergeron demonstrated how to raise the paddle behind and above and as the paddle is swung towards its target, to twist the body for maximum power. He did not hit Emma. He handed the paddle to Charlotte who swung it twice in slow motion. "Now apply it. A paddle like this will be very effective even with your broken arm. Don't worry about the girl. She might not agree but no real damage will be done to her bottom. It will hurt but she deserves it."

Charlotte applied her lessons well. The paddle made a report like a pistol shot. Emma screamed. Her thighs and butt jiggled as she danced in place without standing up. Bergeron beckoned Charlotte to do it again. She did. "Now look at the girl's bottom. Only two swats, and see how red the skin is where you stuck? But no skin is broken. Her butt is burning, I'm sure. Do you want to try it again, or compare it with the other paddle?"

"No I think this four inch wide one will do the job quite nicely." Charlotte reported with a smile. Cindy and Becky shifted their gaze between Emma's bare and now very red bottom and Charlotte. They looked at each other and shuddered.

Bergeron showed her a couple models of collar chargers. Charlotte added them to her growing pile. We finally paid for our purchases and left. I would have liked to ask Charlotte how she felt but it would have been a little inappropriate to tease her especially in front of her girls. She was obviously excited and I surmised already envisioning using the paddle on one or both of her slave girls. I could tell she felt her power.

Charlotte followed me up my drive and parked next to me. My normal parking space was occupied by a car I did not recognize. I had never designated a parking spot but the girls always left the one closest to the front door open for me.

The owner of the vehicle was soon identified when Lenore came out of the house accompanied by her mother and cousin, Marge. I greeted the women and both gave me a hug.

Charlotte had already opened her trunk and pointed at two large plastic trash bags. She ordered Cindy and Becky to take them inside. She did not say a word about what the bags contained but nodded at me. She went inside the house with Lenore followed by her two slaves.

Paige waited for the others to go inside before addressing Lana, who shifted her weight nervously. "Hello, Lana. It is very nice to see you again." Paige said in soft, polite voice. " And I mean that sincerely. It is VERY NICE to see you standing there collared like the slave bitch you now are!" she continued, dropping every semblance of courtesy.

She stepped forward and slapped Lana hard across the face. "That is just a down payment of what I intend for you for what you planned to do to my daughter. I heard all about your plans to video Lenore serving you while on the auxiliary. You are damn lucky Bas hates the Krewe's garden parties. I'd love to take you to one on a leash."

Lana stared back semi-defiantly but not daring to say a word. The tears involuntarily streaming down her face spoke for her. She was frustrated she had to accept the rebuke from a woman she felt beneath her as all women around her were inferior as she'd stated before. I could almost see the wheels turning. She would love to pay Paige back for that slap.

I could tell Marge noticed Lana's expression as well. Her raised eyebrow at me spoke volumes. I shrugged and smiled slightly.

"Let's go inside and you can meet the rest of the family, Lana. I know you barely gave them a second glance the other day," I said. "This is going to be your home for the foreseeable future."

Geri went nuts when Lana followed me inside. She did not notice the collar at first. "Mom!" she screamed and ran across the room to embrace her mother. "Where have you been?" she yelled, and almost revealed she and her mother had been communicating when she saw the shiny metal collar emcompassing Lana's neck. She stopped short. "You got enslaved? What did you do? Oh my God! What will we do now?" She embraced her mother and cried.

All my girls had been gathered in the living room. Now they knew why. I told Kat, who had been sitting in my recliner to get up. She grinned and jumped to her feet. "Just keeping your seat warm. Want a beer, Boss?" she asked as she obeyed. I nodded. Lenore asked Charlotte what she wanted to drink. I noticed Paige and Marge already had full glasses waiting.

"Guess we are gonna fill up the new bedrooms right away, huh?" Sonya asked as she stepped up to Lana and looked her up and down. She could tell I had something planned. I told her that only Lana was staying. Charlotte would be taking the other two home with her.

She nodded to acknowledge me. I suspected she was a little relieved. She knew who Lana was of course and that she might be a problem. Three new slaves, all mature women, would be tough to integrate all at once. Of course, Sonya would not have said anything to me in front of the others.

"How about you three kneel or sit right there side by side," I said as I pointed to the middle of the room. "One of you tell us all about your experience after your conviction." I asked in my normal tone. "How about you start, Lana?"

"Why?" Lana said, sourly. "These girls all went through it. I heard it's pretty standard. Or are you just trying to humiliate us a little more?" I heard a hiss of surprise from several girls. I knew they were watching me for my reaction.

I suspected Lana was trying to show what a tough woman she was. Trying to take control even if she was a slave.

"Because I asked you to, that's why. And while the girls experienced it, I'm not sure how familiar Charlotte is with the procedure, nor Paige and Dr. Marge." I said in the same level tone. Marge noticed I'd addressed her as doctor this time.

"I'll go!" Becky offered, quickly. "As you can imagine, it was pretty humilating. The bailiff had a couple guards go along as he walked us back to the jail part of the courthouse. They didn't even take us all the way inside when they told us to strip and fold our clothes. We were told that since we were slaves, we no longer had the right to cover our bodies. We watched our clothing get bagged and then one by one, we were taken to one side and got our groins waxed right there in the intake area. One of the woman guards just told us to spread and she ripped our hair out not caring a bit how much it hurt. I was glad I only had an inch wide landing strip and not a full vee like Lana." She laughed before she continued. "Then they marched us inside. As we walked down the corridor, we were very aware of the people still awaiting trial staring at us. I tried not to look at them. I knew I'd break down."

"They put us three in the same cell. It wasn't that cold but not even having the covering of a jail jumpsuit, it felt freezing. We all shivered. I know a lot of the shivering was nerves. That was when we broke down and started crying." Lana shook her head in denial. "Bullshit, Lana, you cried just like Cindy and I did."

"Anyway, after a while three guards came for us and took us downstairs to the processing area. Lana and I were ordered to kneel on a rubber mat while Cindy went inside the first room with one of the guards. She came out a little while later and was taken down the hall.

Then it was my turn. It was an examination room where a doctor examined me. The regular physical thing but he did not say a word to me except give orders like take a breath or lift my arms. He mainly talked to his assistant who took notes. It was like who I was did not matter. He listened to my heart and lungs looked in my ears and down my throat. All the normal routine and then had me lay back. He poked and prodded my belly and of course really worked over every bit of both my tits. I've never had a breast exam that extensive, or rough.

"I knew what was coming when he told me to put my feet in the stirrups. He didn't even bother to warm up the damn speculum. I'm not sure he even used lube. He just worked it inside. I guess I was wet enough to get it in, but it was damn uncomfortable. He took a few samples. Then without a word, he gave me an injection in the ass. He said that was my inoculation for sexually transmitted disease. He did give me a little warning the next one was gonna hurt and he inserted a contraception implant. The whole exam took fifteen minutes. I could see a clock on the wall."

Becky continued. "In the next room, I was told to stand against a wall that had height markings. The female tech took a bunch of photographs. They appeared on a monitor behind her. Some were closeups of my face, front and both profiles. Then full body from all four sides. I had to stand and spread my legs a bit. They even had me bend over and spread. They took pictures of every inch of my body."

"They had no sense of humor," Lana said, speaking up. "I asked the woman if she wanted me to spread my pussy lips and if she enjoyed her job. She did not like that."

Cindy giggled. "Yeah, we could hear you all the way down the hall when you screamed and yelled you'd be a good girl when you were strapped." Lana glowered at her.

"The last room was the scariest. Two women and a man sat behind a table. They compared their paperwork with the computer and scanned the open collar on the table. They all three double checked every detail. Finally the man picked up the collar and spent a minute or two fitting it around my neck. Then he fastened it. He did more scanning and when he was ready, he hit a button.

"I could feel the collar lock. It was more than just a click. It was like a thud. I felt it through my whole spine. I could not help crying. They let me cry while they messed with the papers. One asked me if I had any questions.

"I asked if they were going to tattoo me inside my lip. I thought they did that. She told me they didn't do that anymore. What she said next scared me."

"She said, "It doesn't really matter who you used to be or what your name was, you are now, and she read off a series of numbers and letters. She said 'as far as the state is concerned that is who you are from this moment on and you will wear that collar until the day you are set free'."

"Then she asked me if I felt anything. I felt a strong buzz through the collar, and then a hard tingle. She told me to sit down on my butt. I felt a sudden sharp pain, and saw white and the next thing I knew I was looking up at her as she leaned over me. She held a stopwatch. She called off a reading and told me I'd been out for one minute fifty five seconds. She stepped over to the computer and punched a button. I woke up again and she said I'd been out for two minutes, ten seconds which was just what they wanted."

"She said I just got the first level shock but they were not going to give me the higher level because they did not want me pissing all over the floor and probably vomiting. She said they also did not want to have to carry me out of the room as I'd be out of it for hours. When Lana joined Cindy and me we went back to our cell. We sat there, bored and scared until they came for us this morning."

"Thank you, Becky." I said. "I appreciate you telling your story." I turned to the others and asked if they had any comments or questions or any of the three slaves.

"Yeah," Robin said. "I noticed you did not mention having to eat slave chow. That didn't bother you?"

"Sure it did." Cindy said. "I tried it once on a dare. I'd heard it was terrible hot but worse if you let it get cold. So when they gave it to us for supper last night, we ate it down quickly." She paused to snicker. "Well, not all of us. Lana flat out refused. She took five with the strap before she was told to eat again. She still refused and got five more. After that the guard said she could go hungry."

Becky snickered. "The guard this morning was not so nice. was he Lana?" Lana scowled at her. "The guard was the same one who brought her out this morning. He told her he was not going to put up with her crap and when she refused to eat he strapped her five times and told her if she did not eat every spoonful, he was going to strap her until his arm got tired or she changed her mind. She sat bawling but she ate the stuff."

"Is slave chow for real?" Geri asked. "I thought it was just something people said. You know, instead of something tasting like shit, they'd say it tasted worse than slave chow." My other girls roared in laughter.

"Nope, it is a real thing," Carol said. "We might even have some in the pantry if it didn't go bad. The bald girls had to eat it for a few days."

"Slave chow doesn't go bad for months," Sonya said, "unless it gets wet or bugs get into it."

"Bugs won't eat it." Charlene chimed in, laughing. "I bet if you dropped weevils into a bag of it, they'd starve to death first." All my slaves were laughing now. "I think if you put a scoop of it on a fireant mound, they'd pack up and move," she added.

"Bas, maybe we should make a rule where instead of being locked into a chastity belt, any girl who gets paddled has to eat chow as long as they stay naked," Sonya offered with a grin. That comment was met with a round of boos and laughter and comments that they'd rather wear the belts.

"I take it you don't feed your girls slave chow," Charlotte observed wryly. She was laughing at the joking.

"Nope. My girls eat what I eat," I said. "They do the cooking now, too. So they know it better be cooked just right and taste good."

I looked over at Paige and Marge. They seemed to be enjoying the banter. "Are ya'll ready for another drink?" I asked. "I'm getting me another beer before I make sure Charlotte knows how to work the slave collars."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Lori was on her feet and heading to the kitchen to get me one. When she returned, Angie told her, "Kissing ass won't do you any good. Bas is an 'equal opportunity owner'. He treats everybody the same. He'll spank butt when you mess up. Or give you a hug when you do good."

"Has he ever spanked your butt?" Charlene asked, laughing.

"Nope. Well, except for a couple smacks which doesn't really count." Angie said. "But I got plenty of hugs." She grinned at the older woman. "I do my best to keep the Boss happy."

"When the Boss is happy, everybody is happy." Rene offered.

"Don't forget Lenore. If she ain't happy, the Boss isn't, either. He knows which side of the bread to butter." Carol proclaimed. Most of the girls broke out into raucous laughter.

When they settled down, I reminded Charlotte what Becky had related about the techs testing her collar's functions. "You can page a girl to tell her to call you. A friend of mine, Derek, once alerted all his girls when he was having a medical problem. He had a global 'call me' signal pre-programmed in his phone. When he did not answer anybody's call back, they went looking for him. It probably saved his life."

"Now of course if somebody sends out a page, the girl would not know who paged her without looking at her phone. By checking our phones we can tell which girl called and where she is. The collar works like a GPS tracker. All my girls have their cellphones programmed so they can receive pages.

"Each one has a limited version of the collar control app. The girls' apps cannot shock of course, but the rest of the functions work.

"There is another setting that sends a tingle. That increases the urgency of the message. That might have been the intensity Derek used that time. Some owners use it like a warning the slave is walking on thin ice. Again, I don't bother. If it came to that, I would not be so subtle. I'd just give a verbal warning." I heard a few titters around the room.

"Yep, I've heard his warning given a few times." one said. "Yeah, and then you know what happens. You hear a quick 'yes sir' or pants come down shortly after," another quipped. More titters.

"Now I have never shocked one of my girls that I can remember," I said. I thought I might hear a snicker or comment how I had a short memory but none came.

"I have Cindy's and Becky's phones in my purse," Charlotte said. "Will you help me set up the limited app for them? And I need to give you Lana's phone. It was in her personal effects." I told her sure and I would add Lana's information as well to her phone.

"Why will she have my collar's access codes?" Lana asked, suddenly very concerned.

"Well, she is going to have access to you. It was part of our agreement when she sold you to me." I said.

"But you can't!" Lana protested.