The Trip Home
By Julie
Part I
 
I had planned for some time to visit my parents during the Memorial Day weekend. They live on the other side of the country, and it had been nearly a year since my last visit. During the last couple years, I have gotten myself enticed by Dolcett. Viewing the picture stories on-line, reading the many different stories that arose from this view of reality, and had my share of on-line chats about the topic. It was all very thrilling and exciting for me.
 
The strangest part is I never knew of this world prior to my introduction when I found a version of �Meredith's Last Interview� on the web. At first, I was sick with the thought of it, but slowly it drew me in. I found myself dreaming and wanting it. I had mentioned to my parents my desires before, and they like most sane parents felt I needed help, and that the feelings were something that would pass. For me, it was much deeper and that fire couldn't be quenched. I promised my parents I would lay off these types of stories, and try to find someone to marry, rather than fulfill this dark desire.
 
Shortly before I left on my trip, my mother admitted that she and my father dabbled in BDSM which helped liven up their sex life. We didn't discuss this too deeply, since I trying to make myself a suitable wife for an ambitious man, and start a family. It�s funny how fate will toy with you at times.
 
My flight to South Carolina was uneventful, despite the added security and bag checks I wasn't unduly delayed. I was ready to greet my parents and spend some quality time as their guest and daughter. The drive from the airport was relaxing, as I sat in the back of the vehicle, watching as the lights of the airport faded into the darkness, and the lights of my parent�s town coming into view a couple hours later. I recognized the area from my last trip out, and tried to think of this as home as we drove down the near desolated streets as midnight came. Although I didn't grow up here, there were similarities to my own home town from so many years ago. Dad helps bring my bags up the flight of stairs to my bedroom. The bed is properly made with a beautiful comforter resting on top. Mom helps me unpack and hang my clothes. We chatted while putting things away. It was as if I've never been away from home. It felt so wonderful to be hugged before she and Dad ventured off to bed. Although I was tired from my flight, I was still a bit wired and unable to sleep. I took a long hot shower to help relax, and went downstairs to get a quick snack before finally laying down in bed and falling fast asleep.
 
The next morning, I awoke late, both from the 3-hour time change and from being tired from the flight. It was nearly 1pm in the afternoon when I finally awoke. It was a little muggy outside, but warm. The clouds were dark grey and it seemed I had slept through a mild rainstorm. The air was filled with ozone after a rain, and the ground outside was wet. It looked as though it could rain again at any time. I took a quick shower to freshen up from the morning, brushed my teeth and hair and got dressed. Although it was grey outside, it was still 80 degrees outside. Much warmer than the weather I'm used to in the Pacific Northwest. I decided to take advantage of the heat and put on a pair of khaki shorts and a white blouse that I tied in the front.
 
My decision to go bra-less was based more on the heat and mugginess than trying to make a fashion statement, though I must say I looked really cute, especially with my new sandals. I ventured downstairs to fix some food, and soon realized I was alone in the house. I checked the huge backyard and the garage and couldn't find my parents. Realizing the car was gone, I figured they left to run some errands and just let me sleep in. In the kitchen, I started to make an omelet, as I set the eggs on the counter, discover a neatly written note addressed to me from my mom. She explained that they were driving to Georgia to pick up an antique and expected to return home in a few hours. Just relax and make myself at home. She left their cell phone number and told me where the keys for her car were, in case I wanted to head into town. After eating and cleaning my dishes, I went for a stroll around the neighborhood, enjoying the sights and sounds. The neighborhood is an interesting mix of 100-year old homes on large treed lots and subdivided housing on postage stamps. I made it back to the house just as it started to rain again.
 
I spent the next three hours checking email and surfing the web for interesting stories to read. Couldn�t find very much to do, even TV was especially boring. On this note, I thought an impromptu tour of the house was in order. This house was nearly 120 years old with a gorgeous wooden porch complete with a swing.
 
The layout of the house is much like you'd see in early period films. The first floor has the entry, sitting room, formal living room, a large kitchen which was remodeled shortly before my parents bought it, a very nice formal dining room with cove moldings and trim decorating the room, a small office where the computer is kept, and the hall with the staircase leading up, and at the back of the house is the backdoor leading to the massive yard and another room that leads to the attached garage.
 
Upstairs, there are four bedrooms with the largest being my parents room at the end of the hall. It too is large with a full bathroom to the right. They even have a Jacuzzi tub, I'm so jealous. Besides the three other bedrooms, there is a large bathroom with a claw foot tub, and my mother's sewing room. Why is it, all moms seem to have a sewing room? On the top floor there are three rooms with dormers that right now are empty except for storing some old boxes and such. Everything much as I would expect not much excitement. �Hmm�, wondering aloud, �I haven't checked the basement yet. Wonder what's down there.�
 
I made my way to the stairwell door that leads to the basement. As I opened the door the dank smells of the basement and the cool air below ushered me inside. I reached hesitantly for the light switch along the well, and flipped the switch watching the darkness of the basement change to the grey and dirty walls. I slowly made my way down the stairs, childhood fears of the basement still lingering in my mind from when I was very little. Upon reaching the landing at the bottom of the stairs, I looked around to see the washer and dryer nearby with a couple of white cabinets above with ironing board, baskets and a large mat in front of the units. A short wall helps to separate it from the rest of the basement. Behind this wall is where the water conditioner, water heater, furnace and a couple other items I don't fully recognize, reside. On the other side of the basement the walls are shelved where dozens of boxes rest undisturbed. Next to the shelves, I see the closed heavy door, with a large, locking door handle.
 
Cautiously, I place my hand on the cool handle and slowly turn. The door latch clicks as the door opens revealing darkness inside. Feeling along the inside of the door I'm not able to find a light switch to see what lurks within. In the swelling darkness, I�m greeted only by a mixture of smells; most noticeable is leather and locker room sweat. It�s warm in the room and I can tell things are inside. I turn back to look for a flashlight when I locate a light switch just outside the door. I quickly flip on the lights and I'm amazed by what I see inside. The room is pretty good size, I'd guess nearly 20 feet on a side. And in the room two of the walls have items hanging on it as if displayed. Several whips, cat o'nine tails, small crops, bamboo rods, chains of varying lengths, many different types of rope, a variety of cuffs neatly displayed, and 5 sets of collars. The collars catch my eyes immediately, there are three different types; one that looks very formal, made entirely of metal with a high neck piece. It�s adorned with a simple D-ring in the front, and in the back, has a clasp that looks like it holds it together.
 
Trying it on, I find it fits nicely and forces me to keep my chin high. But I�m unable to find a way to keep it closed. Looks like I need a small pin or clip to secure it. Otherwise I must hold it closed. Another of the collars is leather with a strip of metal on the outside. This one looks to be adjustable with a pin that goes through a hole in the back. It too appears to require a pin or clip to keep it closed. And like the first, has a single D-ring in the front.
 
I find this collar fits much tighter than the first one. The last collar type is much heavier, and is made from metal and has two hooks in the back to close it. This one has 3 D-rings on it. I try it on and it�s a bit tight, but I can swallow and move my head slightly. I search for a type of clip to hold it closed. In a drawer below the collars I find my answer. Inside this drawer are dozens of little master locks, all of them opened and ready to use. I found that the lock fits into each of these holes perfectly. I searched the drawer and all around for a key, but I�m unable to locate one. I need to be very careful otherwise
 
I'll be caught playing around in this room. I wonder �Would that be so bad, being caught like this�, and shake it off. Hanging on pegs next to the collars are several sets of cuffs; that appear to match the collars. Examining them, I notice that the cuffs also need to be pinned to stay in place. Thinking about being bound up like that really turns me on. I've always wanted to be bound like that, and here are the very tools to do it right. Images of me decked out in the collar and cuffs flashes through my head, imaging how helpless I�d be. I can feel warmth in my nether region as these thoughts play over my mind.
 
I'm getting very aroused thinking about how these will look on me that I decide to undress and try them out. Slowly I slip off my sandals and slide my shorts over my hips. Peel my panties down and step out, feeling the cool air surround me. I untie my shirt and drop it to the floor and pick up the leather-bound collar and place it gently around my throat. I nervously reach behind and pull it tight, making sure the post is sticking through the hole in the back. Next, I slide one of the small locks into the hole.
 
Instinctively, I begin to close the lock; stopping myself and realizing what I had nearly done. Flush from this, I paused to catch my breath, before picking up the cuffs. I wrap the first one around my ankle repeating the same motion as before, only this time taking care not to mistakenly attempt to close the lock. I finish by attaching a cuff to each ankle and wrist. It felt very nice having them on me for the first time, I wished I could see what I looked like, but there was no mirror that I could see. I walked up stairs to see myself in the mirror in my room. Staring into the mirror, I had never seen myself like that before, I looked like I belonged bound and chained. All I need to complete the picture was a master holding my leash. Flush with arousal after seeing myself like this, I started back downstairs to see what else I could try on when the phone ring. Scared by the ringer, I jump nearly 10-feet in the air.
 
I quickly run over to the phone, fearing it was my parents, I cautiously picked up the receiver and said hello. My parents were calling to say they had been delayed and won't be back for 3-4 more hours depending on traffic. My Dad asked how I was doing, and if I slept well, etc. He asked what I was doing and before I could stop myself told him I was just checking things out in the basement. He paused and asked what I was doing, in the father's tone we all know so well. I tried to lie, but it came out as a stammer, and instantly he knew. �Julie, are you playing in the room in the basement?� he asked sternly.
 
I couldn't lie to him anymore and confessed. He laughed a bit and told me I shouldn't be playing with that stuff and to put it away before they get home. I pleaded with him to let me play with it a little longer, as I was really enjoying myself. I also told him I couldn't find any keys for the locks. Again, he laughed, and told me that he has the only key with him. I asked what would happen if I locked one of the locks? He joked with me that it would be his decision if I were unlocked, and until then I would be a slave.
 
As I hung up the phone and realized that I had my chance. I would dress up as the perfect slave girl and see what happens. I quickly ran downstairs and collected my clothes from earlier and removed the collar and cuffs, placing them neatly on the racks, and returned to locks to the drawer, and ran upstairs. I disappeared into the bathroom to shower and shave. I made sure I was smooth all over. I then dried off and put my clothes away. No need for clothes as a slave girl. Then I gleefully padded back downstairs into the cool basement. I looked around the room taking a mental note of the toys I wanted to try out.
 
Along the back of the room; a metal rack and a cross rested neatly against the wall. On the floor; a couple of unique pieces of furniture that looked like a small bench with wings that came out from the sides. There was a padded sawhorse about waist high, and a padded box that looked like a small bed in one corner. It had several hooks and eyelets around it which I assumed was to tie someone down. On the ceiling were several bars hanging from it, D-rings on them too.
 
I picked up the collar and cuffs again and put them on. As I was reaching for a length of chain, the doorbell rang. Panicked, I quickly removed them and ran upstairs. I had foolishly left the front door open to let the breeze in and the neighbor was there. I carefully peeked around the door to say hi, and told him my parents weren't home. Not the smartest thing I've said standing nude, mere inches from him. He said he just came over to barrow some tools and that he knew where they were. If I could just open the garage, he'd get them. I told him I'd meet him by the door, and after he turned toward the garage, I ran upstairs to get my robe.
 
Quickly I wrapped it around myself and hurried down the stairs and into the garage. I reached the door and tried to open it. It wasn't moving. I could hear the neighbor on the other side offering suggestions on how to open it. Finally, leaning against it enough that the old door released and began to rise. Much to my surprise as the door went up, my robe was caught and jerked open. My neighbor got a full view as I turned beet red. I managed to release my robe and close it up and saw him looking me over.
 
Embarrassed, I helped him collect the tools he was after and closed the door. Thankful I wasn't wearing the collar and cuffs when my accident happened. I watched the windows closely for a little while, just in case he returned. Convinced he wasn't returning, I closed the front door and returned my robe to the bathroom upstairs. Soon I was back in the basement reviewing my choices of attire. If I was going to deck myself out as a slave girl, I wanted to look the part. I looked at the straps and decided chains would look better.
 
Next, I figured out how I would present myself, I'd sit on my knees and bind myself to the collar and bind my arms behind my back. I figured I could get everything locked up, but I hoped my parents wouldn't be any later than planned. In looking at the collars, I could tell the 3-ring version would be the best choice. I picked it up and wrapped it around my neck and quickly locked it in place. I was committed now to this action. Part of me wanted to bolt upstairs and get my robe, but I knew I had to do this. It�s been driving me for so long. Without hesitation I put on the cuffs, locking them in place as well.
 
Next, I worked out the positions I would need to perform to lock the chains in place. After determining the correct lengths of chain to use, I hauled them upstairs. I was getting so turned on, realizing this session of dress-up could lead to places I've never been before. Attaching the longer lengths of chain to the collar rings, I rested them over my shoulders and crossed them. I made sure the remaining locks and the final length of chain were within reach, and I locked the chains to the opposite ankles. I tested the fit, and realized I was very exposed sitting on my knees unable to really move much. I felt very flush as I reached for the final chain and the two remaining locks. I locked the chain to my right wrist, and put my arms behind my back. The short chain would hold my arms firmly behind my back and with a final deep breath locked the chain in place. I was trapped until my parents came home, open and ready.
 
Thoughts danced over my mind as I waited for them to arrive home.
�What if my parents never let me go, what if they sell me at auction, what if...�, These thoughts made me hornier than I ever thought possible. Soon, lights shined in the driveway soon followed by footsteps and the voices of my parents as they walked up to the front door. I could hear the key in the door and watched intently as the knob was turned and the door opened. In walked my mother followed closely by my father.
 
My mom stopped in stunned silence mouth agape, while my Dad immediately locked eyes on me and said, "My my, you went all out didn't you Jewels". I just smiled and held my head up high. My Dad turning to mom said, "Well looks like we were wrong, she did go through with it.� Turning his attention back to me, "How long have you been sitting there like that". A small puddle had pooled beneath me giving indication at my state of arousal. "I've been here about an hour, I think", I said breathing heavily as I spoke.
 
Walking around behind me, my dad said "I see, well, let's stand you up. That�s a pretty hard position to stay in for long". Pulling the key from his neck chain, he unlocked the chains on my ankles and collar and helped me stand. I was a little wobbly on my legs, and leaned into Dad for support. He then reached around to undo my wrists when Mom reminded him that by doing this I had agreed to be treated as a slave. He nodded and faced me saying, "Well Julie, I didn't think we would find you, um, well chained like this. But I did warn you that if we found you had used any of these toys, you would be treated as a slave.� using a tone only a father could impart. I quickly realized I was in trouble. Dad told my mom to collect my things from upstairs and bring them down, everything. My mother quickly disappeared upstairs. Dad then walked me over to a chair in the kitchen and sat me down. He asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. I gleefully nodded. With a firm tone, He told me that this wasn't a joke anymore, and must be treated seriously. Again, he asked that I understand. I nodded. Alright, he said, you've left me no choice. You will be a slave until your flight home on Wednesday night.
 
As such, you will not be allowed to dress or cover yourself. Understand me? I again nodded. This means too, that if we have guests over to visit, you will remain nude, and polite. You will be seen as you are. Understood! I hadn't thought I would be seen nude by others, but I couldn't stop feeling this way. I agreed. As Dad finished the ground rules, mom was bringing my bags downstairs. He said as a slave, you no longer have need for clothes. They will be placed in the shed until you are ready to be dressed for your flight home. Understood? Yes, I said. "Very well. Let's go downstairs and introduce you to the room, formally", with that I followed my father down the stairs into the dark room.
Part II
 
My father turned the lights on inside the room, and motioned me inside. It looked far different now than it did originally, in part because of how turned on I was of being led in as a slave girl. Suddenly each object seemed to jump out at me as I looked around the room. I realized I would soon experience many of these toys at the hands of someone experienced in their use. Breaking me from my reverie, my father spoke, asking how far I want to take this little game. I told him that this was something I've wanted for a long time, and I wanted to see how far this fantasy could go. He told me that as my father, there were certain things he simply wouldn't do to me, and if I wanted to experience that, he would need to enlist help. I told him I was a slave girl now, and to do whatever he felt best, including enlisting help. He smiled at this prospect, "I never thought your mother's submissive nature would be inherited". Thoughts raced over his eyes as he looked around the room. Within seconds, I was being led over to the padded sawhorse. Dad told me this was a spanking horse, and that this will be my introduction to the room.
 
Ordering me to bend over the object, I complied, though uncertain what really to do. I hung my head over with my wrists nearly reaching the floor. As I laid there, I noticed eyelets in the base of the horse. My father�s hands touching my legs near my ankles.
�Spread your legs�, he ordered sternly.
Once more, I complied, moving my legs apart. I felt a mix of emotions as this was my father seeing me and ordering me in this manner. I felt the cool air, and felt extremely exposed in this position with my ass high in the air. He firmly grasped each ankle, securing them to the base of the horse. Once my ankles were locked in place, he walked in front of me.
�How does that feel?�, asking as I tugged at my new bonds.
�I�m feeling very exposed, and can�t move my legs�, a flash of fear washing over me.
Laughing, my father stated, �That is the point, after all a slave has no modesty�
My eyes locked as he took each wrist and secured it to the base of the horse with a large padlock. Testing the locks, I found I could move only slightly, the locks unyielding in their duty.
My father, still kneeling in front of me.
�I'm going to give you one final chance to call this off, after this, you are committed, understand? �, stating in that very serious father tone.
"Yes sir" was my only response.
He paused briefly, waiting for more from me. However, hearing only silence, he walked to the wall and selected a paddle. I heard it swoosh through the air as he tested it, swinging it fast. He moved behind me, placing a hand on my ass. My pussy contracting from the close contact. Admittedly, I was getting turned on, being bound like this, awaiting my punishment.
My father chuckled at the sight, "Ready?� he asked.
I gritted my teeth, calmly replying "Yes sir�, as I prepared for the first blow.
To my surprise, he smacked my ass much lighter than I expected. I was surprised how quickly my ass got warm, and more so how I got turned on by this. Each successive smack aroused me more and more, and before I knew it was breathing heavy not from the punishment, but by the reaction to it. I could feel little droplets of sweat beading up on my body, the rivulets migrating to the lowest parts of my body. I could feel my pussy contract with each smack, and getting wetter. Soon, I felt the familiar buildup of pleasure well up inside me ready to burst. With the final smack of the paddle I orgasmed noisily, with pleasure and release. I felt so wet, moisture dripping down my legs.
"Fun, huh? Your mother enjoys that too, really gets her rolling", he chuckled stepping away to return the paddle to its place on the wall.
"Well, its getting late tonight, so I think we are done for now", he said as he released my wrists.
I begged him to continue, but he reminded me that he had to work the next morning. Besides, it was a week before I had to leave, plenty of time to enjoy the toys in this room.
 
After Daddy released me, I ran my hand over my throbbing ass. It was very warm and sore to the touch, pointing out how hard I was paddled, then I realized.
�Get your ass upstairs and take a cool shower. Use the Aloe to help soothe and cool it too. Then go to sleep. We will talk more tomorrow�, as he removed the cuffs and collar.
Each was neatly placed in the counter. Looking at me, as I rubbed my wrists, �Get upstairs, NOW!�, he barked.
Racing upstairs to the shower, I turned the warm water faucet, and allowed the water to warm. I adjusted the temperature to be slightly cool. shivered as I climbed into the shower, enjoying the fresh spray on my face. The cool water felt good on my very sore ass, and really helped to calm me down. As I showered, my excitement level became less intense. Although I was still highly aroused, the shower helped.
Lathering myself up, washing the sweat and juices from my body. Soon, I was rinsing the soap off and wiping the excess water. Turning off the water and opening the shower curtain, as my mom entered wearing her robe. She didn't speak to me, simply helped to dry me off. She also helped apply the Aloe lotion to my tender buttocks. Noticed a little smile on her lips, but was brief.
Seeing the familiar collar and cuffs on the counter, as my mother picked them up.
�Turn around�, she ordered. Turning as instructed, and lifting my hair out of the way, as she deftly wrapped it around my neck and locked it in place.
�Wrist!�, as she held a cuff in her hand. I placed my left wrist into the awaiting cuff, as my mom locked it in place.
�Did you enjoy yourself�, as she held the other cuff.
�Oh yes, it was very exciting and nice�, as I played some of the session in my head.
"Yes, it is", as she finished locking the cuffs on my wrists.
"I do expect you to behave yourself while you�re playing at this, and you must obey your father and me completely, and at all times, understood?", as she looked at me sternly
�Yes Ma�am. I will behave myself and be a good slave�, feeling a little ashamed as my mom addressed me.
"Off to bed for you, there are chores to do in the morning while your father is at work" as she left the bathroom.
Nude, I left the bathroom, turning off the light and going into my bedroom. Pulling the covers back and climbing into bed. My butt was too tender to lay on, causing me to roll over onto my side. Try as I might, I had difficulty falling straight to sleep. The events of the evening continued to play in my mind�s eye. Shocked that the neighbor in my thoughts, catching me naked when borrowing tools.
 
Attempting to get comfortable in bed, I hear my parent�s door clicked shut. Staring dreamily at the ceiling, I wonder how the next few days will play out. This was such an exciting prospect, hoping it would never end. My fantasy is coming to life right before my eyes. Not sure how far my parents will let this go, to experience my ultimate fantasy. Only time would tell, but wanting to savor this journey for as long as possible. Soon, drifted off to sleep with all these thoughts running rampant in my head.
 
Sometime later, I was awakened by sounds of squealing from my mother. As my head cleared, I could hear my parents enjoying themselves tonight as well. Seems I affected my Dad more than I thought, after all. I listened for a bit, before settling back asleep with a smile on my face.
 
The next morning, a blast of the sun in my face woke me, my covers tossed off the bed, with myself laying sideways facing up at the ceiling. Recalling my dreams from the night, I had tossed and turned most of the night, my bed sheets balled up and tossed to the side. Despite this, I was hot and sweaty as I got out of bed. Pleasantly surprised to see this was not a dream, I really was a slave girl. However, I had over slept, as it was nearly 11am when I finally climbed out of bed. Wandering downstairs to see where mom was, being concerned with sleeping so long, especially with the list of chores to do.
 
Made my way downstairs, hearing mom cleaning in the kitchen.
"About time you got up, was about to head upstairs and wake you up", she said without looking up from her task.
Turning around, she said "Looks like you had a restless night, would you like to take a shower before getting started? Bet you're hungry too"
�Thank you, a shower would be very welcome�, as I go back up stairs with mom following close behind.
 
In the bathroom, she stopped me and reached out for my hand. Taking it, she produced a small key and unlocked the cuff from my wrist and placed it on the counter, with the lock next to it. She repeated with each cuff and the collar, lining each up on the counter. She instructed me to shower and join her downstairs when done. She turned to leave as I turned on the shower. Stopping, poking her head around the door.
"If you don't want to do this anymore, just leave those on the counter and come downstairs. We'll get your clothes out and we can talk." as she vanished down the hall.
Climbing past the shower curtain, as the cool water washed over me. Wondering how serious Mom was that I not put the collar and cuffs back on. I was really enjoying being nude, and thought of as a slave girl. It has been a fantasy for quite some time. But mom seemed to want this game over. Part of me wondered if this was a test from my dad to get me to see this negatively. Vowing show my resolve and stick with the deal, despite my parents� wishes. This commitment felt so right in my heart, that I knew I had to continue as long as I possibly could.
 
Once I finished my shower and drying off, I looked at the collar and cuffs on the counter. Knowing I could simply walk downstairs without them, and this would end. Shaking my head and picking up the ankle cuffs. Bending down, and quickly apply each to my ankles. Next, retrieving the wrist cuffs, and individually snapping each into place. Finally, wrapping the collar around my neck, closing the clasp. Although, it isn�t locked yet, the clasp will ensure they stay in place for now.
 
Dressing this way, certainly speeds up the time in the bathroom each morning. Grinning, wondering if I'd be able to stay this way all the time. If only, I thought, as I head toward the stairs and the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, Mom looks over at me, her facial expression dropping. She seems upset that I was wearing the collar and cuffs once more.
"Well, seems you don't have this out of your system yet", she said sternly.
"Well, I just cleaned the kitchen, so fix something to eat and clean up after yourself�, as she leaves the kitchen carrying items for other parts of the house.
 
Mom returns to the kitchen briefly, before heading upstairs. �Once you finish with breakfast, there is laundry to do�
I make myself an omelet and sit at the table, looking out the window at the wild life flying around. After finishing my meal, I clean up the pan and chopping board. Drying each item, and placing in the correct location, and finally putting my dirty plate and fork into the dishwasher, after I rinse them. With breakfast finished, I head upstairs to make my bed and clean the bathroom. Scrubbing the tub, and rinsing the sink and shower curtain to ensure everything is clean. Next, I collect the dirty clothes from my parents hamper and take those to the basement. As Mom taught me years earlier, I separate the laundry, and get the whites washing under high heat and bleach to ensure they are clean and sanitary.
 
As the initial loads of laundry are underway, I proceed to the other chores Mom had assigned me. Realizing I'd likely be doing a lot of this as a slave, I smiled and started really enjoying myself. With the heat, it felt nice to work nude. Found this far easier, plus I didn't sweat as much as I would have had I been clothed. In the afternoon, I watched television with mom, and helped in the sewing room. We also chatted about the room downstairs and its activities. Ever since Mom's breast cancer, they hadn't played much and the room was going unused. Mom was hoping it would be taken down and just forgotten. Although, she did have fun last night due to my Dad's level of arousal after playing with me. It had been a few months since they had been together and Mom thanked me for that. Soon the topic changed to my settling down and getting married and what a husband would think of me doing this. I reminded her that it didn't stop her and Dad. She blushed at that, and she changed the subject once more. Secretly, I love getting the upper hand in disagreements with Mom.
 
Mom urged me several more times to reconsider continuing this course of action., as it will get rougher on me.
�Mom, I know what I�m doing and I fully expect it to get harder on me. But that is part of my fantasy. Besides, I need to be prepared for anything that could be suggested.�, as I tried to convince her of my commitment to this goal.
Looking at the time, we both headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and ensure it would be ready for Dad's arrival home. As usual, Dad arrived home right on time. I was shocked to learn he brought a guest home to dinner with him. I felt very self-conscious being nude in front of this stranger. But with my role, I knew I couldn�t let myself or Daddy down.
 
This was an old friend of my fathers� who also dabbled in bondage. Apparently, they knew each other from one of the mutual clubs they had belonged to years earlier. Mom obviously knew him as well, as she called him Charles, and mentioned how long it had been since the last visit. Charles was about the same age as my Dad, if I were to judge this based on his looks. He was taller and slightly thinner than Daddy. I was informed that he would be playing with me tonight, and try to push some of my boundaries, which my father felt uncomfortable to push himself. I helped serve Charles dinner as most of the conversation centered around he and my Dad. Occasionally, my mom would interject, but I was virtually ignored. Except, of course, when some dish was needed, or water re-filled.
 
Part III
 
Once dinner ended, I helped clear the dishes from the table. My father giving me a knowing glance, as I walk around the table collecting the dinner ware. Picking up Charles� dishes first, and adding my fathers to my collection. As I moved away from the table, my dad slapped my ass, laughing. Looking back, my Mom gave him a look of disdain and horror. Immediately, his expression dropped, and you could feel a pin drop. Placing the dishes in the sink, and turning on the hot water. Rinsing the plates to remove the bigger remnants, and gently placing each in the sink to soak in the warm, soapy water.
 
Once I was out of the dining room, the conversation between my Dad and Charles resumed. I tried to overhear the discussion, but Mom came into the kitchen with her dishes.
 
�Sorry, he shouldn�t do that to you�, mom said sternly.
 
Looking confused, �Do what?�
 
�Slapping you on the butt. I�ve always hated that myself, but now he thinks he can get away with you. Especially while you are this way. Just pisses me off and I won�t allow it�, as she begins to rant.
 
�Mom� It�s ok. Really, this is what I�m signing up for�, trying to calm her mother.
 
�No!.. It�s not ok. You are my daughter, regardless of whatever you are going through, he will not disrespect you�, as she helps washing dishes.
 
Washing each plate, and handing to Mom. �It�s not so bad. Slapping my ass is really not a big deal�.
 
�I don�t care, I still don�t like it�, as Mom drying the plate and stacking on the counter.
 
�You know I�m doing this myself, no one is doing it to me�, pleads with Mom to go easier on Dad.
 
�Honey, I blame myself. If I had been more open about this life, maybe you wouldn�t be so intrigued�, as Mom begins explaining.
 
�I told you, how I met your father, and how this led to you�, continues.
 
�Yes, you told me all of that�, listening intently.
 
�Right, well, I left out the days of being tortured, whipped, paddled, etc. I hurt for weeks at a time.�, recounting her history.
 
�Your father, is a good man, but he had a nasty streak when we had met�, wiping a tear from her eye.
 
�What do you mean?�, Julie asks softly, realizing this is a new side to her father.
 
�He was very much into pain, and I thought I was too. You have taken some of that on yourself�, explains Mom.
 
�But I do like it, I�m not playing it up�, retorts Julie.
 
�I know, sweetheart. Still, you have no idea the depth these men will go. I don�t want you to see that side�, as she continues.
 
�Mom, I won�t let it go too far. I know my limits�, as her Mom cuts her off.
 
�You won�t know you hit the limit until it�s too late. And besides, do you even know where that limit lies, right now, today�, explains Mom.
 
They continue to wash and dry the dishes, and begin putting them away as Julie ponders what her Mom has said.
 
�I do know my limits�, Julie blurts out
 
�I�m sure you think you do. But I�m afraid, in the heat of the moment, you won�t know it�, as Mom wipes a tear from her eyes.
 
�I was in your shoes. And it was taking me to places I never knew, understood, or even realized till sometime later. It was your Father, who realized I was going past my limits and stopped me�, her eyes getting misty
 
�If your Father hadn�t spotted that, and stopped me. Well, you would never have been born.�, tears falling from her face, as she looks Julie in the eyes.
 
�Oh Mom��, Julie now crying herself.
 
Julie embraced her mother in a tight hug. �I love you Mom�
 
�I love you too. I don�t want anything to happen to you. You still have grand babies to make for me to spoil�, as she attempts a laugh from the previous somber tone.
 
 
. . . . . . . .
 
 
With the women out of ear shot, Charles pipes up. �I have to say, I never thought I�d see your daughter like that. She is amazing looking, and the collar. Wow!�
 
�Yes, she takes after her mother. Almost a spitting image�, very proud of how good she looks.
 
�About tonight, she is yours to do as you please. However��, her father proceeds to instruct.
 
�She is just diving into this world and honestly, I don�t believe she knows what she is getting into.�, continues as he takes another swig of wine.
 
�She is a beauty. And she is mine tonight?�, looking at his long-time friend with disbelief.
 
�Yes�But there are ground rules�, continues
 
�Oh, what rules�, Charles inquires, concerned his time will be seriously hampered.
 
�Listen, she is still my kid. And if you don�t follow my rules, well� you know what I�m capable of�, a look of fury in his eyes as he continues.
 
�You can do anything you like, provided she doesn�t vehemently protest, and you leave no lasting marks. If she bleeds, there will be hell to pay. Got it?�, fury flashing in his smile.
 
�Yay, I got it. No marks�, taken aback by Daniels� reaction.
 
�My goal, is to convince her to change her mind. I need you to be rough, just not too rough�, repeats Daniel.
 
�Right, and no marks. Can I strangle her or whip her?�, asks testing.
 
�Look, you can do anything. Just no marks. No bleeding and no ligature marks from the rope�, reiterates his position.
 
�Ok, I understand�, finishing his wine.
 
Daniel gets up from the table, �C�mon. Let�s head downstairs�
 
Daniel pushes his chair in, and Charles stands, and follows Daniel into the basement. With the lights switched on, the echo of steps on the wooden stairs as the two head to the workshop. Pulling the heavy door open, as Daniel and Charles enter. Charles takes a moment to looks around the room, observing the many cabinets and the large items in position around the room.
 
�This is my workshop. Though admittedly I haven�t spent any time down here in several years.�, noting the musty smell.
 
Charles walks around the room, starting at the left end of the cabinets. Opening the first wall-mounted doors, and seeing a series of whips, canes, cat-tails and paddles neatly hanging on specific wooden pegs.
 
Daniel steps up behind him, �Feel free to get to know the contents of each cabinet. There are tools in the end cabinet�, pointing to the opposite wall.
 
�And the collection of personal restraints are in these two cabinets�, pointing to the middle two cabinets.
 
Opening the double doors, �Collars are here, depending on the usage. And various cuffs are here�
 
Noting the lower pegs with various hanging ankle and wrist restraints, as Daniel points them out.
 
�And in here, a variety of gags�, as he slides a drawer out, revealing dozens of gags.
 
�Holy shit Dude!, this is a hell of a setup. I have a few things, but this is incredible.�, looking at the neatly arranged drawer.
 
�Thanks, it was a labor of love. Incredible memories down here. Sadly, it hasn�t been used in many years.�, as he replays the last time he used the room with his wife.
 
�I�ve not seen many dungeons this complete before, good job�, compliments Charles as his finishes his tour.
 
�Several thousand dollars have been invested, glad it�s being used, if for just a single night�, hoping the night with Charles will turn Julie�s mind on her journey.
 
�Oh, and in this drawer�, as he pulls it open. �This contains fresh batteries, just bought them yesterday�, as he slides the drawer closed once more.
 
�All the vibrators, electro-stimulators and such are in these drawers�, merely pointing to them.
 
�To be clear�, stating clearly for Charles to understand fully. �Tonight�s exercise is to demonstrate to my daughter, why her decision to be a slave is a bad one�, Daniel continues.
 
�This is on your shoulders, I�m counting on you�, looking Charles keenly in the eyes.
 
�Finish looking around, I�ll grab Julie�, as he turns and leaves the small room, his footsteps echoing on the stairs during his ascent.
 
 
. . . . . . . .
 
 
Helping mom with the final cleaning of the kitchen, putting away the now dry dishes into the appropriate cabinets. Hearing steps coming up the basement, I turned, just as my father emerged at the door leading to the basement.
 
�Is she done with the kitchen work?�, addressing my mom on my efforts and barely acknowledging me, felt different being ignored like this. But this is what I signed up for, this is what being a slave means.
 
Turning around to face my Dad, �Oh, um yes as soon as she puts those dishes away�
 
Suddenly aware of my Father�s eyes watching me intently as I complete my chore for Mom. He waited impatiently as I put the last of the platters in the high cabinet.
 
�Good�, he starts. �Julie, come with me now�, he insisted as he moved to the doorway.
 
I was intimidated, but knew to follow directions and not speak. Hurriedly followed my father down the stairs, his footsteps loud and echoing, but in my ears my steps were nearly as loud as the thumping of my heart, pounding fast and furious.
 
Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, and follow my father into the room, dubbed the Dungeon.
 
Charles turned and watched as we entered the room, though his eyes were transfixed on me.
 
After a few moments of his lewd gaze dancing over my nude form. Facing my father, he announced. "Well, you have a very lovely daughter, thank you for allowing me to play with her tonight"
 
"You two have fun. I'll be upstairs if you need anything. Remember our arrangement, Charles. This slave is yours tonight. Treat her as you like�, and with that, my father turned and left the room, his heavy footsteps on the stairs. The final sound was the basement door closing.
 
With Charles� lustful eyes upon me, I grew flush and weak in my knees.
 
As I looked around the room, noticing some things had been shifted around. Prominently located in the center of the room was a long metal bar suspended on chains that hung from the floor joists above. In the floor, large rings that I hadn't seen there before were visible.
 
Charles motioned me to the middle of the room, �Stand here, legs apart. Put your hands to your sides and stand still�, he commanded.
 
Moving as directed, and standing still, my arms glued to my sides.
 
As I stood, Charles walked around me, critiquing my body. Little nods of approval, and obvious sounds of disapproval as he circled. He was totally viewing, not as Julie, but as an object, much like an appraiser would critique a fine painting.
 
Verbally pointed out my various flaws. He felt my thighs were too thick, my stomach not lean enough, the fact my arms didn�t have much definition. It all sounded like he preferred a much more defined and sculpted form.
 
Finally, he spoke, "So you want to be a slave, eh? Well, your father asked that I test you and determine how willing you are to live this life.�
 
Motioning to the bar above, "I have a number of tests for you to delight me with, but this will only continue as long as you want", pausing as he continues.
 
"Just say the word, and it�s over. You can resume your vacation", he finishes, watching her reactions closely.
 
"Do you have any questions before we begin" he asked as he walked by the cabinets of toys.
 
"Sir, what do I call you?", I asked pensively.
 
"You may call me Sir or Master, provided I give you permission to speak", he stated firmly.
 
Waiting in silence a few moments, "Good, well if that's all then I suggest we begin"
 
Nodding to him, as he walks to the row of cabinets along the wall. Opening the cabinet door, pulling out a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Returning to me, he motions to raise my right hand. Complying, as it is wrapped quickly around my wrist and locked in place. This repeats with the other wrist, and then kneeling, attaches each ankle cuff as the wrist cuffs, securing them in place.
 
Once more, he walks to the cabinets, returning with two short lengths of chain, and two coils of rope. Leaning down, and attaching the chain to each ankle and the other end to the hooks in the floor. Tossing the rope over the bar, and looping through the cuff, and then repeating for the other arm. Walking behind me, he pulls on the rope, and my arms go up with little resistance. Once the slack was taken from the rope, my weight shifted, and my weight was pulled from the floor. Soon, my toes barely touched the floor. The cuffs dug into my wrists as my weight was held completely by them.
 
Tugging on my ankles, as I was suspended, unable to move my limbs, leaving me pulled taunt. Once he was satisfied, the rope was tied off. I felt like I was being pulled from each limb, the pressure was intense, but not overwhelming. He proceeded to walk around me a couple more times, looking me over, seemingly enjoying his handiwork.
 
Once more he walked to the cabinet with the various toys hanging on the wall and selected a crop with a small whip on the end. He swished it through the air a couple times, before walking around behind me. Slowly tracing the back of my leg, moving upward over my back. It felt very nice and I was beginning to react to the gently touch. Dancing the tip over my back before lifting it away.
 
"Feels nice, doesn't it?", he said in a joking tone.
 
The quick sting of the tip as he smacked my back with it. This was so much sharper than the paddle, but the sting faded quickly. He continued lashing me slowly with the crop, and each time, the sharp sting quickly faded, only to be replaced with a new sting. As he continued, heat built up on my backside, and my arousal level rose. He must've noticed as well, since he mentioned how red I was getting as a result.
 
�Your back is getting warm, I bet. Looking pretty red�, as he swishes the crop in the air, moving back to the cabinet. Replacing the prior crop with a much stiffer crop.
 
"Now let's see how you like this one", returning to the position behind me.
 
The sting from this crop was much sharper than the first, and the heat and pain radiated deeper and more outwardly with each impact. The pain was getting to me, stifling a cry as I was struck again.
 
Pausing, "Had enough, ready to be let down?�
"No sir", was my only reply, my breathing ragged.
Charles loosened the rope, with my toes finally touching the floor again. Drawing in deep breathes, but it was short lived. Rubbing my wrists, as Charles pulled the rope free, and removing the chain from my ankles. He moved to the other side of the room, pulling a platform down. This was a folded, leather-covered futon, with a heavy metal frame. Relaxing, once I was released from the bonds. Walking with wobbly legs toward the bed platform.
 
�Lie down on your back, put your head there�, as he points to the position on the bed he wants her in.
 
Once in the correct position, he begins to tie me to the bed.
 
Using the lengths of rope from before, looping it through the right cuff, into a ring on the bed, then through the opposing ring attached to the bed, and finally to the other cuff. Pulling the rope tight, as both arms are pulled up to each corner. Next, lacing the other rope through the rings in the bar above the platform, looping through the ring on the ankle cuffs. Once more, pulled tight, causing my legs to lift high, providing unrestricted view of me. As previously, this position proved very difficult to move. Additionally, any movement caused discomfort along my back, while it strained to support me.
 
Once I was bound to his liking, he returned to the cabinet, withdrawing an object. I didn�t know what it was until it was rubbed against me. The object in question was a large, stiff dildo, which was very smooth, and in my current state of arousal, slid easily into my pussy. He used it on me for a while as my temperature and breathing steadily increased. He seemed to be enjoying the action as well. Soon he had brought me to near orgasm, only needing a final push to put me over the brink. Small beads of sweat were forming on my brow and chest as he worked in it me. As my need to orgasm peaked, he pulled the dildo from me.
 
�You are not to cum, until I give you permission. If you do, I will crop your ass and tits, till they bleed�, he ordered menacingly.
 
It was difficult to keep from exploding, but the fear Charles brought to me, using all my will power to keep it at bay. As soon as my breathing started to return to normal, he would thrust it deep inside me. This continued action not only rebuilt the powerful orgasm on the edge, but made it grow. I was on edge the entire time I was tied up. My head was spinning, every thought was focused either on the orgasm itself, or keeping it from getting away from me. This continued action was making it so difficult not to have release. He pulled the dildo out of me a final time, returning to the cabinet. I couldn�t believe he was torturing me like this, to bring me so close then deny me the release I craved.
 
When he returned from the cabinet this time, he had some small clips. They resembled small alligator clips and squeezed over my nipples. My nipples were heavily engorged from my state of arousal, providing the clips no problem in finding purchase. The pain was sharp and intense, pulling my thoughts from the orgasm I was trying so hard to contain. Fortunately, the pain faded quickly, allowing me to focus fully once more. However, the blood pulsing through my nipples grew more intense.
 
My eyes were closed while I concentrated hard on my task at hand. It was then, felt a dragging ripple on my nipples, which were already tender from the action of the clips. My eyes open, watching as he pulls a small loop of cord though each of the clips and looping it above. He could now pull the clips that caused my breasts to be pulled upward. Once more, playing with the dildo, working it into me. It didn�t take long to bring me near orgasm again, each more intense than the prior wave. I felt like I was being overwhelmed.
 
Didn�t know how much longer I could hold back, my mental hold was slipping. I knew it was only a matter of time before I came. This time however, the clips were pulled hard as I approached orgasm. The distraction was only brief, but enough to allow me to go even deeper into this state. I felt this fire inside building and building with each thrust and pull. I knew if I didn�t come soon, I would explode. Trembling through my entire body as he worked the dildo roughly inside me, with the tugging on my nipples.
 
With what seemed an eternity, I was given permission to cum. The huge wave of pleasure that had been building up inside me exploded outward. My entire body was tender to the touch as I came. Shaking and shuddering from the release, totally wiped out with all my energy sapped at once. It was the most powerful orgasms I had ever felt. After I had had time to recover, he began to bind me tightly in ropes, and used the vibrator to drive a deeper orgasm. He built me up each time, to levels I never thought I could hold, before giving permission to cum. I lost count with the number of orgasms he allowed me to have, but I was clearly spent. Sweat covered my body, and I was panting hard. Finally, I was untied and left to recover on the bed. He leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. As I recovered, he put the items away that were used. Rising from the bed, and standing on weak legs, I moved closer, helping to put the remaining items away.
 
It was rather late by the time we finished, and both my parents were already asleep upstairs. Walking Charles to the door, I thanked him for an incredible night and bid him farewell. I watched as he walked to his car, and drove off. Closing the door, and locking it, turning the lights off before running upstairs to my bed, and dream of this stranger.
 
The next day followed much the same as before, a shower followed by breakfast, then helping Mom with the daily chores. After this, we prepared dinner when Dad would arrive home. This night, Dad arrived home late, but we had a nice dinner. As I took care of the dishes and kitchen, my dad went out to the garage. Using a hand truck, he wheeled a large flat box through the kitchen, and took it downstairs into the basement. I was commanded not to go down there until he called for me. Once I had completed my work in the kitchen, I helped fold laundry washed earlier in the day. After a couple hours, dad reappeared calling for me to join him downstairs. He had a surprise for me.
 
 
 
Part IV
 
Timidly followed my dad down the quiet stairs into the basement. I wasn�t sure what the surprise was that he had in store for me, but I was very curious to find out. As we approached the door, Dad asked me to cover my eyes, so the surprise wasn�t spoiled. Placing my hands over my eyes, patiently waiting to be told I could uncover them. The sound of the light switch clicking and the light trying to filter around my hand, knew the lights were just switched on. Suddenly, my Dad grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the room. Walking cautiously beside him as we entered. We stopped, near the center of the room, and grabbed my shoulders, turning me to the right.
 
�Uncover and open your eyes�, my dad instructed. Slowly, I dropped my hands, and opened my eyes.
 
To my surprise, a medium size cage was resting on the floor near the wall. It stood about three feet high and approximately 4 feet on each side. Appeared to be constructed of heavy gauge, shiny, chromed wire. To me, it resembled a larger dog cage complete with the squeeze latch door on the front. Inside was a bottle of water hanging down into the cage, with a metal spout. It was a much larger version of a hamster bottle you would typically find in their cage. On the floor of the cage was a small pillow and a couple of blankets folded in the corner. In the other corner was a small pan with a long plastic tube that ran to the drain at the far end of the room.
 
�If you need to pee, use the pan. There is a roll of toilet paper there, and put the used paper in that can, with the lid closed.�, as he pointed to the toilet paper and then to the garbage can located just beyond the cage.
 
�If you need to crap, hold it. Don�t make a mess�, he chided
 
�Your mother will come down sometime tomorrow to let you out. Until then I expect you to behave yourself and not cause any problems�, he said motioning me to enter.
 
�As someone who desires to be a slave, this will be a very common place to sleep, I imagine.�, as he held the cage door open for me.
 
Carefully, I got down on all fours and crawled into the cage, beyond rotating around, despite the difficulty. It seemed much smaller once inside, than it had looking at the cage from the outside. I easily fit inside by crawling, but quickly came evident that I wouldn�t be able to stretch out to be comfortable. I quickly found that laying on my side in a fetal position, or on my back with my legs in the air, were my only real options. Trying to lie on my back proved problematic at best. In this position, I felt very exposed and my legs began to quickly cramp. At least the fetal position afforded some measure of comfort, plus the blankets can cover me totally. The wire mesh made the floor of the cage quite cold, making me stick to it. Finally, after several minutes, positioning a blanket on the cage floor as a barrier, and wrapping the other half around me for partial coverage. The second blanket covered me and provided warmth, as I laid on my side, staring into the wall. I heard my father chuckle throughout my attempts to get comfortable and warm.
 
�Alright, looks like you are settled in. Sleep well, good night and pleasant dreams�, looking down at me. I felt so small and vulnerable.
 
With those final words, he closed and locked the cage door with a padlock, turned to leave. As the lights were switched off, the fear of the dark and the basement itself, churned in my minds eye. My anxiety grew quickly, and I was nearly ready to give in and tell my dad that I didn�t want to sleep alone in the basement. Closing my eyes, calming myself, despite my heart pounding in my chest.
 
�Good Night Daddy�, looking back to him, as he exited the room and closed the door.
 
My last image was the door closing, before the flash of light receded into darkness. Laying still in the cage, I could hear all the sounds in the house, my father�s footsteps as he climbed the stairs. Running water of my mother�s shower. The stairway thumps faded as my father reached the kitchen and closed the basement door. Then the creaks on the floor as he walked overhead. It was as if the entire house was alive. Sounds I hadn�t really heard before were loud and clear, as if it were a living breathing creature. My thoughts drifted away from the house sounds and the current predicament I found myself in. I wondered aloud if this is truly what I wanted. To live and be treated as an object or worse, as an animal or livestock.
 
The feeling of arousal I felt as I contemplated a life as a sow, stuck to living in a cage at night and treated as a sex slave during the day. A bit of fear surfaced, making me question if I was making a huge mistake, doubting if I was ready for such a life. But the more I considered it, the calmer I became and the more I realized this is the right decision. This test will strengthen my resolve to prove to my parents once and for all that I should be sold as livestock, and to one day be spitted and roasted. I knew my parents wouldn�t want this, and honestly it seems insane that I would want something so permanent and lethal. Yet, I couldn�t keep from thinking about it, and how much it affects me to my soul. My hand played with my soft, smooth folds and rapidly became very wet as I thought of my life as a sow. My entire body reacted positively to these thoughts, my caresses building the electricity in my body. Shuddering as the feeling overwhelmed me, a muffled moan escaped my lips. The wave of pleasure washing over my body so completely, erasing any doubts I had about my place in life.
 
My ragged breathing began to slow my thoughts drifted to a possible future where I�m being led to the spitting table, knowing that my time is now. Moistness between my legs reminding me of the pleasure I will experience as the spit passes through me. Knowing that I will soon be basting over hot coals with my flesh crisping and browning like a pig on a stick. I approach the men at the spitting table and they direct me to lie on my belly in the middle of the raised platform.
 
My knees rest in the stops just below. I�m glad this day has finally come; my day of rebirth will arrive soon. I will be freed from the bounds of expectation as a girl, and live my desire to be meat. The men encircle me and tighten straps around my knees, back and neck. A couple tugs to ensure I�m held tightly against the block, unable to move as the large spit is pushed through me. The excitement of the pending moment builds, the wetness builds between my legs with the anticipation of the invader inside me.
 
Willing the spit closer, my pussy contracts around the wishful spit, hoping it will be there. Instead fingers rub my aching pussy and I feel the cool grease being rubbed over me. I know it�s just a matter of time now, realizing that my dream is about to be fulfilled. I try to contain my excitement as one of the faceless men retrieves the instrument of my desire and places it behind me with a bang.
 
My startled eyes fly open to see my mother standing at the cage door trying to cajole me awake from my slumber. By the sweat covering my body I can tell I�ve had another fitful night of sleep.
 
�Get up, you can�t sleep the day away. Come on, get up, it�s nearly noon�, as mom speaks to me.
 
She opens the cage door and with effort, manage to sit up, and then slowly crawl out of the cage. Once I exit the cage, I feel tired, but excited, about the coming day�s events and what the future will hold.
 
My mother doesn�t like that she found my playing with myself asleep in the cage. No sense of fear or denial visible to indicate to her, that I wanted this fantasy to stop. Mom followed me up both flights of stairs and into the bathroom. Once there, she produced the key I have become very familiar with, unlocking the cuffs and collar. Each was set neatly on the counter with each lock opened, ready for use.
 
Sitting on the toilet, I felt relief as the waste drained from my system. I wasn�t sure how much longer I could have gone without an accident. After I finished, Mom started the shower to let the water get up to temperature. Brushing my teeth, before climbing into the shower. The soothing water felt good over my body, the water warming me.
 
Relaxing, my back muscles ached from the position I was forced to sleep in last night. Although a bit sore, nothing a little stretching wouldn�t correct. I spent some time in the bathroom getting my hair dried and braided in a long ponytail. Tying my hair up this way highlighted my face and neck more than I imagined it would, feeling nice as well. Completing the look by donning my accessories and locking them into place. It was getting to a point of feeling strange when I didn�t have them on. Wearing them allowed me to maintain my sanity, it seemed.
 
Once finished, I joined my mother downstairs. Mom had fixed me a grilled cheese sandwich with a bunch of grapes, for brunch. I felt so famished that the sandwich was eaten quickly, the grapes were nearly gone when Mom pulled up a chair next to me.
 
�With a voice of concern, Mom asked �Did you sleep alright? That cage didn�t look very comfortable�
 
�It was fine, I enjoyed myself. It gave me time to think and consider my situation�, I answered.
 
�Good, well I�m glad you are finally thinking about this more seriously than before�, smiled slightly as she spoke.
 
�But, if you were reconsidering, why did you put the collar and cuffs back on?� she continued.
 
�I wasn�t reconsidering. I�m even more determined than before. This has shown me what it will truly be like and I love it�, said very quickly while watching at her reaction.
 
�I see, well� I was afraid of that�, replied mom as her expression changed from near joy to frustration.
 
�Instead of driving you from this, we seem to be driving you deeper into it�, tears forming on her face.
 
Mom stood and quickly left the room. Calling out for her not to be upset with me, but all I heard were footsteps as she ran up the stairs. No longer hungry, I returned the remaining grapes to the refrigerator and cleaned up from lunch. After which, I walked upstairs to try and comfort my mother, but she wanted to be left alone. Pressing on with my chores, I tried not to think of how much I was upsetting her by continuing with this adventure I�ve set myself on. I wasn�t sure I could stop now if I wanted to. Only a few more days till my flight home, I wondered how I could even stand being dressed again or uncollared.
 
That night my mother and father talked about the situation and last night�s test. Mom hadn�t spoke to me since lunch and did everything she could to avoid me. Still worse was how disappointed my father seemed once they came downstairs to tell me of the next test. They had decided that the best way to break me of this was to accelerate things a bit. I was informed I would be auctioned off this weekend for as much time as I can spare. Dad would be contacting my boss tomorrow to ask how long I could stay. That answer would determine how long I would be sold for. As this was explained I thought how awful it would be if I were fired instead, thus freeing me to serve as a slave for as long as someone wanted me.
 
Seems this concerned my parents as well, though they tried to hide it. My dad seemed very interested in what I could take and how far I would be willing to go. Very often he would compare me to my mother and her willingness to try new things. That night Dad educated me with more toys from the basement, and worked on me till late in the evening. The cage was now where I slept; there would be no more clean sheets and mattresses for me for some time.
 
The next day, Dad called home to let me know my boss had cleared me to take an additional two weeks of time off. This meant I could be auctioned to someone as their property for two whole weeks. It would give me the chance to experience being a slave under a different master. That night, we discussed my limits and Dad carefully wrote these down on paper. He would need to share these with the auction house, so I would sell to the proper master, someone who would respect these limits. My excitement continued to grow over the next couple days, as the auction drew closer.
 
 
Part V
 
I found myself restless as the night lingers, the thought that the coming day, I will realize my dream and be sold at auction plays continuously in my head. Finally, drifting off to sleep as the dream world takes over.
The scene opens, I�m led down a darkened tunnel to a dais. My bound wrists are released from behind me, and roughly pulled over my head and locked onto a chain overhead. No longer drifting between reality and the dream world. My eyes wide open, impatiently waiting for the door to the room to be opened and be released from my cage. The level of excitement I feel is difficult to describe and contain. Shifting restlessly in the cage, constantly changing position, until finally hear muffled steps approaching.
As awake, feeling a renewed excitement to attend my first auction, with my father selling me. This is how I had always imagined it, being nude, collared and leashed, as my father relinquishes ownership of me to a new master. Oh, the feeling I felt from this was so intense. Praying that the reality of the moment would be even better.
Unlike most mornings, Mom unlocked my collar and cuffs and placed them neatly on the counter. He told me to quickly shower and to come downstairs immediately, as I should be all ready to go. Jumping into the shower allowing the warm water to wash over me as soap lather builds. Once finished washing with the soap, my attention was turned to my hair as I quickly washed and rinsed it out. Completing my ritual, shaving my legs and nether region to ensure I was smooth for the auction.
Stepping from the shower, using the big towel to dry off. Finishing up as lotion is applied to my legs and torso, which makes my skin feel soft and smooth, and presents a delicate floral scent.
Hanging my towel up to dry on the rack, and retrieving my large bristle hairbrush, and begin the task of stroking my hair. Quickly, the tangled mess of drying hair, straightens and smooths out, gently framing my face. The last piece of my morning ritual concludes as with the cleaning of my teeth, first with floss, and ending with a through brushing. Rinsing my mouth of the foam, and enjoying the clean, minty breath.
Picking the collar from the counter, and wrapping around my neck, pulling it around my throat. Following this action with the replacement of each cuff, the left hand first, followed by the right. Completing the look, by locking the padlocks in place and dashing down the stairs, anxious and excited for the auction to begin.
 
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Joining my parents in the kitchen for breakfast and sitting at the table. Mom serves a plateful of eggs, toast and breakfast sausage patties which I hungrily ate. I hadn't realized I was so hungry, but with the excitement of the upcoming day, I needed all the energy I could get. I noticed more and more, that Mom would barely look at me any longer. Occasionally, I would see her tearing up, though I was certain she was upset with me for not giving up on this venture, and instead settle down with a nice young man and get married. Reality jerks me back as my father tells me of the rules for the auction.
This is a big auction and many slaves will be sold today, he begins. Some will be sold temporarily such as yourself, but others will be sold permanently. My mind drifts as he explains the rules, of what the experience would be like to finally be sold permanently as livestock to someone. To fully lose one�s identity so totally, thus completing the transformation and becoming someone's meal. I'm hoping I can show my parents this is the right decision for me and where I belong. If only I can convince them.
 
After breakfast, Mom brings out a cloak for me to wear on the trip to the auction. This way I'm covered so Dad doesn't get pulled over on the way to the event and keeps unwanted attention away from the car during the journey.
Dad isn't sure how much I'll sell for, but since I do have some additional vacation time, the extra week or so will be helpful to getting the best price. I'm very excited about the prospect for the auction, and hope I'm purchased by a kind and gentle master. I'm positive my father will look out for me and ensure my safety.
At the time to leave, Dad unlocks my cuffs, placing them on the table, and helping me to put on the cloak. Dad wraps my leash up and places it in his pocket. We walk out the front door; my bare feet on the cool, wooden, porch feels freedom. This soon changes as I'm gingerly walking over the hot, concrete walkway and asphalt driveway to reach the car. My father reminds me that I will be riding in the back seat. He opens the car door, awaiting me to get into the vehicle. I literally jump into the car, both from excitement, and to relieve my poor feet from the hot asphalt. However, this is short-lived as the hot vinyl seat burns my backside despite wearing the cloak.
The heat is so repressive, hadn�t realized how hot it truly was, given that I have spent a majority of my time inside the air conditioned house. This is my first taste of the direct hear since I began this visit to my parents. My father climbs into the driver�s seat, cursing about the hot seats and steering wheel.
The warm carpet feels nice on my feet and I'm able to cool off once more, after Dad starts the car, the cooling air blowing hard all around. Watching through the window all the activity going on in the city as we drive to the highway. Observing people walking their pets, washing the cars, mowing lawns, children playing, and lots of activity. Yet, it would seem they are completely oblivious to the world I have been introduced. A part of me wants to roll the window down and scream with excitement that I'm a proud slave. I want the world to know, to understand, but for now at least, it�s our secret. The reality is, most wouldn't understand the thoughts and feelings, nor would they appreciate the desire to be treated this way.
Since I began this journey, I can think of no better way to spend my time. It�s very freeing to know your ultimate place in life. And I'm certain I have found mine. Slowly drift off as the view out the window changes to blurry trees and buildings. I dream of the auction and being selected for that day's roast. I'd have no choice at that point, being sold as an animal ready for the butcher. Seeing the spit, which I will be impaled with and long for it to be inside me. I'm led to a makeshift block and told to lay face down, with my belly on the it. I'm quickly strapped down, watching as the spit is loaded into place.
Shivering as the cool metal touches my skin, as it begins to push its way inside me. The scene around me fades as the light of day enters my eyes, and I realize had had drifted off to sleep. My father had unbuckled my seat belt and was waking me up. A tall, well-dressed woman from the auction house is standing next to the car, leaning in, asking my name. Before I can answer, my father answers quickly, scowling at me. I recall the rules my father spoke of prior to leaving. Embarrassed as I realize I nearly answered without being told to speak. As I step out of the car, I watch as another girl is led inside wearing only a collar and leash. She too, must be here for the auction. Dad motions for me to remove the cloak, and I quickly comply. The warm sun feels good on my skin as I stand nude for all to see.
I'm still pasty looking from not being able to sunbath during my visit. My father removes the leash from his pocket and clips it to my collar. The woman taking my information, pulls a slip of paper from her clipboard, attached to a small metal ring, and clips it to the D-ring on my collar. Looking down, it reads: Julie Reynolds, Short term, and 3-6-76. Dad folds the cloak up, placing it on the backseat of the car and closes and locks the doors. He leads me inside; it�s much darker and cooler. Inside, a man standing at a podium, in the large entry room, has just finished with another group. A curtain directly behind him parts as the group in front of us walks through to the next area. My father stops at the podium and fills out a couple additional forms.
Told to kneel in the submit position until he is done. Having practiced this recently, I immediately drop down to my knees, hands palm up on my knees with my chin high, and mouth open. I patiently wait while my father completes the forms, motioning me to stand up again. We go through the curtains into the main room. Off to the left, I can see the stage where I assume the auction will be held. On the right is a room with a couple racks visible. And in front are various pieces of equipment, some of which I recognize from the basement. There are a couple of girls suspended from bars in the middle of the room, with their masters spanking them. Electricity runs through my body at these sights, realizing that I too will be submitting here as well. My father leads me to a padded horse and straps me down. He takes his time paddling me until heat radiates from my ass. Feeling warm all over, as I'm lying over the horse, when someone approaches and speaks with my father about me.
My father is asked if I will be partaking in tonight�s auction, and under what terms. I'm shocked by the way my father speaks of me, not as his daughter, but just as an object. In fact, he barely acknowledges that I am his daughter. To my surprise, he tells him that for the right price I could be converted to a permanent slave. It never occurred to me that my father would consider selling me permanently. The strange man concludes his chat with Dad, and thanks him for his time. Soon another approached, asking about me as well. Before long, several masters, I assume, had spoken to my father about me. The surprising part to me, was two of them were females, of which I found strangely odd, but erotic.
The possibility of being purchased by a woman, had never occurred to me. My assumption was always that I'd by purchased by a man. Finally, Dad releases me from the horse and pulls me to an overhead bar. He wraps a blindfold over my eyes, tying it in place, making it impossible for me to see anything.
Once complete, I'm fastened to the overhead bar with ropes looped around my wrists and ankles. The bar is raised, lifting me a few inches, causing the ropes to draw taut. My father commands me to obey any directions that I'm given, and not to speak unless given permission. With that, he leaves, saying he'll be back shortly. Panic sets in as I realize that I�m totally nude, hanging completely helpless without anyone to protect me. This sudden awareness brings a new reality to my situation, as both excitement and fear invade my thoughts with the realization of what could happen to me.
As I hang there, helpless and vulnerable, many random thoughts race through my head such as; How long would my father be gone? Why had he left me here, alone and vulnerable? Will would he return, or am I left for others to decide my fate?
I felt like I was 4 years old again, a time when I had wandered off alone. The excitement of the moment turning quickly to fear, as I found myself lost, surrounded by strangers, and my parents nowhere in sight, wailing in terror trying to locate my parents.
As these thoughts were running away with me, I felt a hand run up the back of my bare leg. Instinctively tensing my muscles, the hand continues, gliding over my buttocks and up my back, encircling my breasts and down over my belly button, over my exposed lips and down my leg. A woman's voice shook me as she asked my name. I told her at once, "My name is Julie Reynolds, Mistress". She asked if I would be available for long term service, to which I replied, "I believe I'm only available for short term, Mistress, but that would be up to my father". "Oh, so your father is selling you?� she inquired. "Yes, Mistress", I answered quickly. "Perhaps we can come to a bargain then, would you like that" she asked. "If that is Mistress' desire, then it is mine" I said. "Good, then I'll speak with your father" as she pulled her hand away from me. "See you on the auction block" as she walked away.
Moments later, another voice spoke, asking my name. He seemed an older gentleman, and we spoke for a few minutes. He spent some time touching my pussy and breasts. He also expressed interest in purchasing me. By the time my father had returned, several people had come to express their interest in purchasing me. Many were quite anxious to make me a permanent addition to their slave holdings. My father carefully lowered me down to the floor and untied me. He then replaced the leash on my collar and removed my blindfold.
�You did very well�, my father begins. �You answered quickly when asked, and you didn�t react negatively to being touched intimately by strangers. I�m very proud of you�, he continues. �Although, I was only a few steps away, I know you felt I had left you alone. I was always there, to protect my investment�, he finishes. I was totally unaware he had been standing within arm�s reach of me the entire time. I felt very proud that I had made him happy with me.
�The auction is starting soon, need to get you in the line-up.�, pulling the leash, compelling me to follow him. We walked behind the curtain on the left, past all the prospective buyers to the stage where several other girls were already standing.
 
At the end of the stage was a burly looking man with a long, fluffy, grey beard. My father stopped, telling me that from here on, I was on my own. It was up to me to sell myself and push my price as high as possible. "From this point on, it�s out of my hands", he said.
With that, he gave the leash to the burly man and walked away. He walked me up the stairs and attached my leash to a clip on an overhead cable. He then turned me around and pulled my arms together, behind my back. With great skill and speed, he bound my wrists together with a thin leather strap and prodded me forward. In front of me were five other girls, hands all bound behind their backs, with their collars clipped to the cable above. Quickly, several more girls had joined us on stage, then the lights dimmed, and the show began.