The year is 1927. Penelope is a very wealthy heiress who has just come out of mourning after her guardian died, and she has decided that she is going to embark on a period of sexual adventure. Her friend, and old private school crush, N'Dula visited, and educated her in the finer arts of bondage. Penelope is a willing submissive and exhibitionist, and has decided to travel to Natawe, N'Dula's home country, for two months to further her libidinous journey. Slavery still exists in Natawe, an archipelago off the west coast of Africa, and Penelope eagerly consented to be bonded to N'Dula for the two months of her stay.
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Penelope was getting stuck into her owner's pussy. N'Dula sat on her chair in the villa with her dress hoisted up and her thighs apart, one leg over the arm of the chair. Her white slave girl was nude and on her knees, licking intensely. She teased her owner's labia gently, and sucked forcefully on her clitoris.
N'Dula had the riding crop, and Penelope wore the marks on her bottom. It was made plain before the voyage that some degree of discipline would be involved. The white slave yelped as she was corrected, but it encouraged her to work harder with her tongue. The slave put her finger between her thighs and was masturbating herself furiously.
A heady mix of nudity, correction and submission, all washed down with a recent basting with the Natawe oil, was bringing Penelope close to fainting from the heat between her thighs. She pushed her tongue harder and faster until N'Dula began to moan and shudder. Her owner gripped the arms of the chair tightly and held her head back in elation. The slave girl then brought herself to climax, moaning softly.
Penelope stood up and rubbed her bottom. The marks stood out clearly.
"Run along now," said her owner. "You can have your smock back in a couple of hours. It'll be good for you to know your place."
The nude white girl hurried off to perform the household duties that had been assigned to her.
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Penelope spent the afternoon performing her chores in her birthday suit. There weren't many other people around in the part of the villa where she was sent to clean and sweep.
However, that wasn't the point.
Penelope spent the majority of her enslavement wearing a simple white smock. However, every two or three days N'Dula would compel her to work without any garments whatsoever for a morning or an afternoon. Whenever this took place, the enslaved heiress felt awkward and powerless for a few minutes. This was soon replaced by a feeling of submission and being controlled. There was something sensuous about forced exhibitionism. The dominance that N'Dula wielded when stripping her of her dignity excited Penelope, especially as her owner seemed to do this on a whim.
N'Dula was pushing Penelope's boundaries more and more each day. The public nudity on the beach during her first few days in Natawe had been incredibly stimulating for the white slave girl, and she kept returning to it in her dreams. Walking around completely bare, apart from her collar, in front of others who were clothed was breath taking.
N'Qunu had gradually introduced firmer corrections to ensure that Penelope adjusted to her new social position. It was never more than a stroke or two with the leather strap, but was enough to condition the white girl to the behaviour expected. If she didn't do as she was told, or was lazy, N'Qunu would order her to lift her smock, bend over and touch her toes. The strap would then be applied, leaving a red mark or two.
The excitement of the corrections was in the anticipation. Being forced to expose her bottom, and waiting to be put in her place, ignited the fire in her cunny. The strapping itself was sharp and painful, to be sure, but Penelope gritted her teeth and got through it. After the correction had been applied, the excitement of submission was immense. The pain was soon replaced with a warm throbbing sensation across her buttocks, which let her know that she was under the control of others.
The aphrodisiac kept her in the most intense heat continuously, and often made it difficult for the poor girl to get any sleep. It was applied every four days. She would be ordered by N'Qunu to strip bare and put her arms against the wall, sticking her bottom out. N'Qunu would then pull a stool near to the nude white girl and sit down with a jug of the aphrodisiac balm. She would scoop out a handful and apply it between Penelope's thighs, rubbing it into her labia and over her clitoris. Each time, the naked slave would close her eyes as the flames in her sex took over her body and her mind. She would be unable to focus her eyes for a minute or two, and her breathing would become quicker. As N'Qunu pushed her finger in and out of the enslaved heiress's cunny, Penelope would start to gyrate her hips and try to ride the finger to orgasm. N'Qunu would sharply slap the white girl's backside to let her know that she should stay still.
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"We're going to stay with one of my business partners in the next town," announced Penelope's owner. "Get yourself ready to leave. We're going in an hour."
There wasn't really much for the slave girl to prepare. She had a collar, which didn't come off, and a smock, which occasionally did.
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The wagon arrived at N'Zuru's villa. The journey had taken a couple of hours, and Penelope's owner hadn't shared anything about where they were going, so it was all a bit of a mystery.
