The year is 1927. Penelope is a very wealthy heiress who came out of mourning after her guardian died, and decided 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 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.
On a trip to America, Penelope came under the influence of a new domme, Daisy Buchanan. Daisy has now taken them both back to Natawe so that she can enjoy Penelope's slavery and submission to the full.
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Penelope was energetically teasing N'Bunu's cunny with her tongue.
"Lick harder, slutty white girl, or I whip tits!" barked the beautiful black servant girl.
N'Bunu was crude and heavy-handed with the whip. She had been hired as a taskmistress by Penelope's owner, Daisy, specifically to correct and manage the submissive white heiress.
Being a free citizen did not necessarily denote class, thought Penelope as she followed her superior's instructions. The perpetually naked white girl had had to endure a good number of degradations, as well as N'Bunu's potty mouth.
Penelope was in heat, as N'Bunu had lathered the aphrodisiac balm around her cunny just an hour before. Her nipples were raised, and she was covertly rubbing her clitoris while the taskmistress enjoyed her. If she was honest, any sexual release was worth the walloping that the black servant girl applied. The submission and punishment, as well as the humiliation and forced exhibitionism, kept her close to cumming. Since returning to Natawe, the aphrodisiac once again dulled her senses and controlled her libido. She was constantly flustered, and loved to be used by her owner Daisy, or by the servant girls who worked in the villa, whenever they chose.
The taskmistress tightened her legs around Penelope's head and her thighs shuddered. She closed her eyes as she came.
"All done, Miss Bare Fanny," said the dark-skinned beauty. "Stand up, back straight, titties out!"
Penelope stood up, showing off her nude form, leaving N'Bunu laying back on the bed with a smile on her face. The white slave felt cheated as she hadn't achieved release yet. Perhaps there would be another opportunity later?
"We buy filthy slave something to wear today," she said as she got up and grabbed the crop that was left on the end of the bed. "Take you for fitting!"
Penelope yelped as the taskmistress applied the riding crop to her backside. Being dominated like this aroused the slave girl, even though it stung as it made contact with her pale white bottom.
N'Bunu could see that the white girl was flustered, and put her fingers to the slave's sex. She began to finger, and watched Penelope's eyes start to close in ecstasy. Abruptly, she stopped before Penelope arrived at her destination. This was so cruel.
"Go get chain for walk to town," bellowed the black girl. The bare white slave hurried off to find it, holding onto her backside as the welt started to raise across her buttocks. It was going to be another march through the market square with both her charms and her bruises on show.
She recalled the first meeting with her harsh taskmistress.
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"Get your ass out here, slave girl," called Daisy from the courtyard.
Her American owner had rented a villa from N'Dula for a few weeks while she found her feet in Natawe. Penelope had spent the last few days running around in the bare, cleaning and scrubbing. The servant girls who worked in the villa had no idea that the naked slave was actually a wealthy heiress, as they ogled her nude white form and barked orders at her.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Penelope, hurrying as fast as she could. When she got outside, she saw Daisy speaking with a beautiful young black girl, who was holding a riding crop.
"This is N'Bunu," said the American. "Apparently, having a taskmistress to manage your slaves is the way that things are done here. Get on the floor and show respect."
Penelope lay down on her stomach with her arms spread. Her bare white bottom had not yet properly darkened, and stood out against the rest of her tanned skin. N'Bunu applied a harsh stroke with the crop to her backside, eliciting a yelp from the poor white girl.
"You do as N'Bunu say, or get plenty wallop!"
"Now we all know where we stand," laughed Daisy. "I'm sure you two will get on like a house on fire!"
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N'Bunu made the slave girl march in front, so that she could easily apply the crop to Penelope's bottom whenever she felt it was needed. She held the chain, and so Penelope felt like a pet being taken for a walk.
"White slave's bum wobble nice," said the taskmistress. "Give everybody nice treat!"
N'Bunu's crudeness, and the clothed citizens walking around the market square, reminded Penelope of her position. The exhibitionism and control were once again making her hot and flustered.
"Look at slave girl's nipples!" said a passer-by. "They stand up like nails!"
There were several humiliating aspects of being marched nude into town. Penelope's arousal was clearly visible, as also were the marks across her buttocks from any punishments that she received. The riding crop left bruises and welts across her dimpled bottom for all to see.
The town was dusty, as it had not rained for several days and the heat was intense. It was like wandering around an old bazaar. Although there was great wealth, there were no modern machines, and the clothing seemed to be from previous centuries.
"We get slave dressed for festival," said N'Bunu. "Choose fancy garments for dirty girl."
This was the annual religious festival that was held, celebrating whatever gods that the libidinous locals followed. There was a carnival that involved slaves dancing through the streets. Whatever form it took, Penelope was glad that she would be given something to wear, as otherwise she didn't know how she would cope with all of those eyes on her bare form.
It was to take place within two days. She would be taught how to dance by N'Bunu tomorrow, and then spend the following day dancing from one end of the city to the other.
Penelope felt like she was the only one naked for most of the walk, as all of the other citizens and slaves wore clothing. As they turned a corner, however she saw a beautiful black girl, completely nude and leashed, being led by her owner. The girl looked confident and alive, showing off her charms as she trotted along. This was the effect of the aphrodisiac after a few weeks of application - slaves were turned into submissive exhibitionists who did whatever they were ordered, and they relished any sexual encounter.
"This is place," said N'Bunu, and they entered a shop.
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N'Bunu had a good deal of experience of training slaves for the annual religious festival that was coming up. Slave girls were used for entertainment during the procession that went from the market square to the temple. This shop would provide everything that was needed to augment the slave for the dancing.
She led the white girl through the shop by the chain. The silly slave girl looked apprehensive. Didn't she have any idea how slaves were dressed for the holy day?
The room was bedecked with chains, collars and other accessories which would adorn the participants of the carnival, but certainly not provide anything to cover their modesty.
N'Bunu browsed the different accessories. There were many beautiful toys, and she looked further until she found what she wanted.
The slave girl's eyes bulged as she looked around the room. N'Bunu realised she had obviously not been dressed for carnival before, and probably found some of the items a little shocking. This was extremely amusing, and the fitting was clearly going to be fun!
She went over to the shopkeeper with three tiny bells, which made a sharp jangling sound as they shook.
"Take these for white girl," said the taskmistress. "You put them on her?"
"Of course," said the shopkeeper. "Has she been decorated before? We can always restrain her if necessary."
N'Bunu nodded, and the nude white girl was marched over to a wooden bench with wrist restraints at each corner. She was commanded to lay down on her back as the restraints were locked around her wrists and ankles. A rag was put into her mouth to bite on.
The toys were cleaned with alcohol, and then fitted. The slave's eyes opened wide as she realised that her nipple was to be pierced. She breathed quickly and tried to stay still as the sharp point pushed into her nipple. She bit down on the rag hard.
The shopkeeper was incredibly skilled and quick. The nipple was pierced, and the bell fitted. Soon, the second one was in place. N'Bunu held up the last bell, which was smaller, and she giggled as she noticed the slave girl seemed confused. Surely she knew where this one was going to be placed?
N'Bunu smiled broadly as she saw the realisation and panic move across the naked girl's face. The white slave bit down again as it was fitted to the hood of her clitoris, and in a second it was all over. The restraints were removed, and the white girl stood up, jingling as she moved.
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Penelope walked along in front of N'Bunu, more flustered than ever now she realised she was not going to be allowed clothing for the festival. Several things now contributed to her increased arousal.
The aphrodisiac tapped into her submissive nature, and so her forced exhibitionism in the middle of the market square left her flustered. The metal chain attached to her collar leashed her to her taskmistress, so combined with her nudity, it conveyed to her that she was entirely owned.
The occasional stroke applied with the riding crop if she dithered stung sharply as it was applied, but the after effect was that she felt controlled. Finally, every move she made was accompanied by a jingling sound from the tiny bells attached to her nipples and her sex.
When N'Bunu stopped to look at market stalls, Penelope couldn't help but rub her legs together with excitement. She blushed bright red from embarrassment while her body seemed to lose all control. She wanted it all to stop, but at the same time wished it would never end. How would she cope during the carnival?
N'Bunu reached forward and grabbed Penelope's breast.
"Open wide," she commanded, and the slave girl opened her mouth. "Hold this!"
She placed the riding crop into Penelope's mouth, and the slave gripped it with her teeth. N'Bunu still held the slave girl's breast and began to fondle it, stroking the nipple until it stood up firm. Penelope's eyes rolled as she realised she was becoming het up again.
The slave moved her fingers towards her sex, but N'Bunu saw and walloped her backside with her free hand. Penelope yelped.
"No fiddle in middle of market square, filthy white girl!" barked the taskmistress. "You show control, or bum will be black and blue."
