They had been back in the capital city of Natawe for a week now. Slave and Mistress had settled into a large apartment, commensurate with N'Fala's new position in her country's Secret Service. Their new home was halfway between the Royal Palace and the Market Square.
It was just Ursula and her owner in the apartment. There was no need to hire a Maid to manage one slave, and the white girl was capable of cooking and cleaning, in between being ravished.
N'Fala relished using her white slave girl, and this was taking up much of her time whilst waiting for her next assignment from N'Dula.
The African domina loved Ursula with all her heart, but decided never to free her from enslavement. The black girl was from a wealthy family, and hierarchy was important to any Natawean. Mistress and slave was a perfectly normal relationship in this country, but this apparently seemed unfair to a European that still had to wear the slave collar.
Also, N'Fala had never seen Ursula either clothed or free. It didn't matter that the caucasian girl was well educated or from wealth. Those facts had never been visible in all the time that N'Fala had known her. As far as appearances were concerned, the white girl had always been a slave, and had never worn a stitch of clothing.
The slave girl was naked at all times, even in public, which delighted her owner.
It was Ursula who had engineered the successful plan to notify N'Dula that they had both been kidnapped into slavery, and that was what eventually led to N'Fala being given her freedom. Unfortunately, their previous owner had decided this was enough to have a Covenant added to Ursula's Deed of Title, specifying that she was never to wear clothes again, regardless of whoever purchases her.
Although this resulted in a notable level of humiliation for the white girl, it quite titillated her African owner and lover. So Ursula remained enslaved and bare at all times, even in public.
N'Fala also added cosmetic touches to her toy. It reinforced the fact of ownership to the slave girl, and also looked quite fabulous to most Nataweans.
The initial process of 'Decoration' meant a trip to the blacksmith, adding four piercings.
Firstly, rings were added to each of Ursula's nipples, giving a most exotic, sensual look.
Secondly, a stud had been added to the nude white girl's tongue, to facilitate cunnilingus. This resulted in heightened sexual pleasure whenever the owner and her slave rutted.
Finally, a curved metal bar was pierced through Ursula's clitoral hood. It curved round, ending in a ball at each end which snuggled up close to the white girl's button. It contained tiny ball bearings, which vibrated as the slave girl moved, teasing her nubbin. Combined with the powerful Natawe aphrodisiac, which was smeared around and inside the slave's pussy twice every week, the poor girl was in heat every waking moment, eager to fuck. Not only did Ursula engage heartily in coitus as commanded, she often masturbated whenever she was left unattended.
Finally, N'Fala was enjoying adding tattoos to Ursula's person. She found this augmented the white girl's curves, and gave her an even more exotic look. The different coloured inks showed up in the most delightful way on pale skin.
This was quite stressful for the slave girl, as it demonstrated a degree of permanence to her situation. The collar and piercings could be removed if she was ever freed, but the tattoos would always be present.
So far, there had been three applications of ink.
Firstly, across her left breast, from the inner part of the cleavage, spreading out to the area above her nipple, there was a depiction of a pair of manacles. Even if Ursula ever got back to civilisation, she would never be able to wear a low cut dress again without revealing that she had worn the collar.
Next, there was a beautiful design including chains and punishment tools (such as the awful wooden paddle she was obliged to refer to as The Spanker). This went across most of Ursula's right buttock, from the top of her thigh to a few inches below her waist. It had taken several visits to the local slave trader to complete this masterpiece. Whenever Ursula walked along the thoroughfare, the delightful movement of her buttocks made the illustrations move and almost come to life. This meant that, if she was ever emancipated, she would never be able to wear a swimsuit again.
Finally, a beautiful example of calligraphy had been added to the white girl's smoothly shaved pussy. It simply said the word 'slave', in fine copper plate script, and was inscribed across Ursula's pubis. If Ursula ever managed to return to England, she would have to grow her lady garden again, but it would still be visible to some extent.
"What else should we add, my darling," asked the black domina, standing in front of a mirror, adjusting the collar of her dress. "Each design adds such depth to your beauty."
Ursula was on her knees in front of her owner. The front of the dress was hitched up, and the slave girl was voraciously licking her owner's nubbin. The effect of the stud in the girl's tongue was making N'Fala smile from ear to ear.
"Don't you think that less is more?" replied the nude white girl, trying to discourage her owner from applying more designs. "Leaving parts of your slave girl mostly unmarked gives the impression of bare, enslaved innocence. Covering me from top to toe would make me almost look as though I was clothed again."
"That's a fair point, sweet thing," said N'Fala wistfully. "I'll think more on this."
Ursula felt like a toy doll, with her person being stripped, shaved, collared, tattooed and pierced at her owner's whims. She went back to licking and teasing N'Fala's clitoris.
"What about if you were bald?" asked the domina, dropping her arms to her sides, close to achieving orgasm.
"I am already smooth, Mistress."
"No, not your pussy," said N'Fala, giggling. "Your head."
Ursula thought hurriedly. She didn't want to lose her fine blonde locks.
"Brilliant idea, Mistress," replied the bare Ursula, quite abruptly, in a sarcastic tone. "Nobody will know that your slave is a blonde. So my value will drop, and it will look like you picked me up at the end of auction day, when all of the unsold slaves are sold off cheap."
N'Fala was taken aback by her slave girl's impertinence. She seemed to be forgetting her place most days now.
"That's very true. I'd like everybody to know that I can afford the best."
In Natawe, a citizen's worth was judged on their clothing, their position, and the quality of their slaves.
Ursula had thus escaped being shaved.
"I'll think further on this, though," said N'Fala. "I love decorating you, and there are always further adornments possible."
"That's typical of a Hatherop girl," said Ursula sneeringly. "Crude, and no sense of taste."
The African domina needed to rethink her strategy for bending Ursula to her will. Basting with the aphrodisiac and an occasional spanking with the meat tenderiser, known to Ursula as The Spanker, was apparently not enough to dispel that grumpy look whenever she was unhappy about being given a command.
The insubordination was getting worse, and it all stemmed from one thing. The British class system.
Ursula had gone to Cheltenham Ladies' College, possibly the best private school for young girls in England. N'Fala, when she was 11 years old, had been sent to Hatherop school, also in the UK. Not nearly as prestigious as Cheltenham Ladies'
In the United Kingdom, one's school dictated one's position in life to a great extent. And so, Ursula always thought of herself as being better than her owner. It was something ingrained into the British psyche, and shaped their interactions forever.
