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. Slave girls in Natawe regularly have the country's exceptionally powerful aphrodisiac smeared over their sex, keeping them in a constant state of arousal. This keeps the girls submissive and eager to please their owners.
After her two month enslavement, on a later trip to America, Penelope eventually came under the influence of a new domme, Daisy Buchanan, who has now taken them both back to Natawe so that she can enjoy Penelope's slavery and submission to the full.
Daisy has hired a beautiful young taskmistress, N'Bunu, to apply correction to Penelope. An extremely dominant new slave, N'Suru, has also recently been added to the household, and together they are keeping Penelope on her toes.
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Penelope was being corrected by N'Suru for a minor infraction that occurred while servicing N'Dula, who had been visiting. The naked English girl leaned against the wall with her legs apart, her perpetually bruised bottom sticking out, and her back arched.
"N'Dula very much enjoyed receiving cunnilingus from you," said N'Suru. "Also, she was very complimentary about the coitus in general. It's important for you to know if you have slaved well."
Penelope was naked and about to have her backside clobbered with whatever instrument N'Suru decided to choose today. She felt vulnerable and controlled, but accepted that her position as a slave meant that corporal punishment would be administered.
"However, you took a very long time to bring her wine for her when she despatched you to fetch it," continued the black slave girl.
"Please, N'Suru," replied Penelope. "There was no wine in the kitchen and I had to request it from the cook. It took me ages to find her."
N'Suru tutted loudly.
"What happens if you argue with your superior when being corrected?"
"Ten more strokes," replied Penelope, who frowned but realised the necessity for rules when it came to her enslavement.
The black slave girl was allowed to wear clothing, while Penelope was compelled to perform all of her duties nude. It irked the white girl sometimes, but then she was aware that these rules were not only made by those above her station, but were actually none of her business. Also, any potential embarrassment that may arise from her person being on display were surpassed by her feelings of submission, and her acceptance of her enslavement.
N'Suru picked up a leather strap.
"What do you think of this little toy, white girl?"
"Whatever is appropriate," replied Penelope. "I'm not looking forward to being walloped, it has to be said, but I realise that slaves need to be corrected wherever they are lacking."
"Very good," said the black slave girl. "You're progressing well. I can't say that this will lead to fewer punishments in future, but you're now accepting how your enslavement will proceed."
Penelope winced as she heard the explosion of the leather making harsh contact with her bottom. At the same moment, the resulting pain made her lose her breath for a moment.
"One, thank you, N'Suru," said Penelope.
The next stroke was forcefully applied. And the next.
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N'Bunu led Penelope through to the main room of the villa. She clasped her hands to her stinging backside, and frowned.
Daisy sat down next to N'Dula, and they turned to look as she marched in.
"I had her disciplined for tarrying so long with your wine, N'Dula," said Daisy to her friend. "I realise that she fucked beautifully when you used her earlier, but we must keep up our standards."
"That's a sign of good management," said N'Dula. "Always seek perfection, even if it is merely from your slaves."
"Turn around and let's see the results, girl," commanded Daisy.
Penelope removed her hands from her sore bottom and turned around. Her buttocks were covered in red marks the shape of the strap that N'Suru applied to her. Some of the marks had turned a purple colour.
"How does that feel, you lazy slave?" laughed Daisy.
"It stings like billy-o, Mistress," replied the naked white girl. "I'll certainly make sure to hurry the next time I'm given an instruction."
Daisy and N'Dula smiled at each other, and then the Mistress of the house looked back at her slave girl.
"N'Dula has another task for you," Penelope's owner informed her. "Queen N'Zana the younger is having her coronation later this week. It would be appropriate to have a white girl showing her submissiveness during the procession, similar to the way you comported yourself during the recent religious festival."
Penelope was humbled, and at the same time excited. Her nipples were erect as she remembered displaying herself while dancing, and then fucking with another slave girl in front of the crowds.
"N'Suru will join you also," said N'Dula. "Your owner and I have designed a tableaux for the two of you. It will demonstrate our glorious Queen N'Zana's supremacy over the British colonialists. Representatives of all the African countries will be in attendance, as well as members of the British aristocracy."
Penelope was a little nervous. British aristocrats seeing her enslavement was not something she thought would happen.
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The procession moved along streets of the Natawe capital city. The Queen was in a slow moving gold carriage, specifically created out of rivalry for the British Queen.
Behind were all manner dignitaries from her court, as well as a military procession. In the middle was the tableaux that N'Dula had described.
N'Suru and Penelope were both naked and collared. Their bodies had been oiled, and so glistened in the sunshine.
Penelope's collar had a chain attached, which was used to lead her along like a pet by N'Suru. The whole scenario was to show how superior Natawe was to the British colonialists. If a naked Natawe slave could march a bare British woman along by a chain, then it would show that the white race no longer had power and control.
It was also deliciously sexual to watch two naked, shining bodies marching along with the otherwise clothed procession. N'Suru held a rattan cane, and every now and again would use it to stripe poor Penelope's white derriere in front of the crowd.
Penelope could see many white faces in the crowd, and hoped to goodness that nobody would recognise her. A clearly British gentleman, wearing a top hat and suit in the hot Natawe sunshine, stood next to his equally overdressed wife.
"Look at that!" smiled the English woman. "Imagine a western girl parading around naked! How atrocious!"
The British lady winked at Penelope. Her husband leered and laughed. The English obsession with bizarre sexual practices was always present, even if a veneer of prudishness and judgement was used to try and hide it.
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They arrived at the Royal palace. Penelope and N'Suru were to be loaned to the queen for a few days while the foreign guests were present, and so were directed down to the kitchens to meet the maid that would be supervising them.
