The Happy Slave Meets a New Master

I was walking through the forest. I was naked. There was a ball gag shoved in my mouth. My arms were held aloft by a separator bar. My ankles were chained together - just far enough to let me walk, but not far enough to let me run. There was a chain around my neck connecting me to an equally naked woman in front of me, as well as one behind me. A man on a horse led us through; he wore a large wizard's hat and a sword on his belt. My name is Katrina, and I'm the happiest slave in the world.

I occupied myself by staring at the woman ahead of me in the coffle. The mere sight of a female slave warms my heart, like a sign that all is good in the world. She was so beautiful, with a luscious pear-shaped figure. I myself am fairly skinny; I know that's attractive in its own way, but it does make me appreciate a woman with a round ass. She also had long blonde hair that was tied back in a bun. I wondered what condition she had been in when she was captured and enslaved. Her ass was covered in red welts, so clearly she'd been naughty and gotten some well-deserved spanks.

We had been forced to march all day with no breaks. I liked that; one thing I enjoy about being a slave (though certainly not my favourite) is having my body pushed to its limits and then further. I enjoyed the soreness in my arms and legs and the pain in my feet. It made me feel alive and productive. We had marched so far in one day! I was proud of how far Master had pushed us. Even the hunger in my belly felt good. It would certainly make our next meal taste really good!

The forest opened up to fields. I saw farmers working farms for what seemed like miles, and I saw the town we were headed to. They were ploughing wheat and picking peas and corn and apples. Farmers are incredibly handsome; I saw them double-take when they saw us. I wished I could have waved hello, though of course I wouldn't have traded my snug bondage for anything. Wearing a separator bar was new and exciting to me; I was used to my arms being bound behind my back (and once, in a reverse-prayer position!). I loved how exposed how I felt in bondage.

We came into the town itself. It was a fairly normal village. People stared at us in delight as we came in, pointing, sometimes laughing. I was so excited! Being naked in public is, by far, my favourite part of being a slave. I love feeling like a beautiful object. People look at me and see it's impossible for me to cover myself up, even if I wanted to. They get to see my breasts and my pussy and my butt. I may not be as well-endowed as my friend in front of me, but I do believe I brighten people's day just with my appearance. The thought of people being sexually aroused by me makes me especially happy.

I was surprised when we weren't led into the courtyard to be auctioned off; instead, Master took us to a large house in the middle of the town. It was beautiful and majestic; it looked like something from the Deconstructionist Era. I saw guards surrounding the area, keeping watch; some of them smiled when they saw us. We were taken around the back of the house where there was a large yard. There were about half a dozen small pillars laid out. There was also a man in a fine suit and a woman in the most gorgeous dress I'd ever seen - purple and black, with golden stars weaved into it. Were these my new masters?

"Ah, excellent!" said the man, rubbing his hands together. "Let's get these new slaves set up!"

Master pulled us over to the pillars, and guards seemed to appear right around me, forcing me down onto one near me. I heard the moans of the other slaves, fighting against the inevitable, but I happily allowed myself to be manhandled. I love submitting to the power of big, strong men; I love being wielded, to feel their masculine energy practically swirling around me, and to be bent to its will.

My new owner stepped in front of me. He smiled as he held up a pair of scissors. "Time to make my mark on you," he said. He then grabbed my hair and started cutting. I saw my long, beautiful red hair start falling to the ground. I see! I felt like I was shedding a new identity. My new Master was crafting a new life for me, starting by cutting my hair. I loved this. It was like being stripped naked in a whole new way. I could be even more naked than before!

When he was done with me, he moved onto another slave. I heard her crying and moaning through her ball gag as I looked down at my hair on the ground. One little thing about being a slave is that your identity will shift and change with each new master you fall into the hands of. This master had decided to degrade me further by cutting off my hair, a simple act with a powerful symbolism to a woman like me. I smiled through my ball gag. I love having my dignity taken away. I love being reduced and humiliated. This was a place I was going to like.

Master stood back and looked over his handiwork. He pointed at me and one other girl. "Those two will work on the farm using the plough." A pair of guards came up behind me and undid my spreader bar, then lifted me to a standing position while tying my hands behind my back. They put a leash around my neck and pulled me along. Guess I was going to be hungry a little while longer!