The Fourth Woman

Author's note: I write stories with a bondage slant, not bondage scenes spliced together with a little bit of story.  If you want nothing but descriptions of sex with whips and chains, then I am not the author for you.

This story is a sequel to "Three Women", which is a sequel to "The Story of Sindrelaine deta Lensering.". 



During the 23rd century A.D. a semi-religious group known as The Followers of Eric Potsdam saw an opportunity to carry out the hijacking of Planet CBQ 4960, which they named after their founder.  These Followers dynamited the warp gates that were the only way to reach the planet, cutting themselves off to guarantee their own way of life and to avoid the plagues that were then raging on Earth.

That way of life was built on three fundamental ideas:

--  Everything in moderation, including progress. --  People need real work, important work that needs to be done, in order to be happy.  Computers steal work. --  Men are happiest when they are in charge of their women.  Women are happiest when they are under the control of their men.

And so the Followers of Eric Potsdam established a way of life based on his version of an ideal society in the year 1900, before computers took over so many jobs and left so many people with no real work to do.  And unlike Earth in the year 1900, female slavery was an accepted part of Eric Potsdam's ideal lifestyle.

The Fourth of the Seven Women: Nandelle

At the end of the rebellion in the Vegonyn Empire, Sindrelaine deta Lensering escorted seven formerly-enslaved Vegonesi aristocratic women from Shallach, capital of Lovant, to Vegonyn City.  What happened to them?    The answers to that question were promised in "The Story of Sindrelaine deta Lensering".

People who read this website will be most interested in the women who became slaves, again.  But we must admit that slavery isn't something that all women want to have.  Only half of these women wanted that.  The stories of the ones who wanted to remain free were given in "Three Women".  We will now continue with the story of the first woman who did not.

Most Honorable Nandelle tei Farris

Chazz tei Farris woke up in the middle of the night and knew that something was wrong.  It took him a minute to get his wits about him and identify the problem.  His wife Nandelle was lying beside him face-down, with her head buried in a pillow, sobbing.  Her shoulders were shaking so hard that the motion had awakened Chazz.

Chazz reached out and put his arm tenderly across her shoulders.  Nandelle just sobbed harder.  He asked "Are you hurting?  Should I call a doctor?"  She shook her head and kept on crying.  He decided that the tears must be due to delayed reaction to her years of slavery in Lovant.  He left his arm across her shoulders, trying to reassure her that her slave years were over.

Her first words when she got her voice under control were not what he had expected.  "Why don't you just grab me and fuck me sometimes?"

After a moment of confusion, he replied "Because I would never want to hurt you.  You must have been grabbed and fucked often enough in Lovant.  But that is over now."

"Yes, it's over.  And I haven't had a real goddamn orgasm since."  Her anger had finally made her blurt out words that she had been hiding for over a year.

She rolled away from him and sat up.  She was 32 years old and had given birth to three children, but her body was still as slim and sweetly curved as ever.  It was tempting to think of just reaching out and grabbing her and taking her, but those kinds of thoughts were supposed to be about slave girls, not about aristocratic wives.  Wives have to be asked.  Wives can always say no.

His wife said "I'm sorry, Chazz, but it's true.  You never used to be mean or harsh with me.  But now, since I came back, you have been too sweetly-nice.  You have been treating me as if I were made of blown glass.  I won't shatter if you grab me.  Go ahead, grab me."

But he couldn't.  His mind was still processing what she had just said.  In a disappointed tone of voice, he replied "So sex was more fun for you with other men, when you were a slave.  You had stronger orgasms than what I have been able to give you."

She finally began to say the things that she had left unsaid for too long. "Much stronger orgasms.  Earth-shaking.  And you know how I survived giving those orgasms to guys who bought my body in a slave market?  I pretended that each of those men was you.  I pretended that I was your property, and that you knew how to treat me right.

"And now I'm back.  And you are really here beside me.  And you don't know how to treat me at all.

"Since I got back, there have been nights when I fought you off, and then grinned at you.  I kept expecting you to take the hint and force me.  And you never did.  You just wimped out.

"Goddamit, why don't you just enslave me?  I am a natural slave.  I found out that much while I was in Lovant.  I've given you three children, all free and all growing up to be aristocrats.  I don't need an aristocratic title myself any more.

"I love you, Chazz.  I don't want to be anybody else's slave, just your slave.  I want to give you everything that I was forced to give my owners in Lovant.  I want you to be in charge, to run my life.  And you haven't the foggiest idea of what to do about it.  You act like a wimp.  And that hurts.  I don't want to be married to a wimp.  And that is why I was crying."  Tears continued to leak out of her eyes.

Chazz lay on his back and stared at the ceiling.  After a few moments, he said "I thought that you were hurt badly when you were a slave.  I thought that you must have hated the whole idea.  I never wanted to remind you about being hurt, about having to follow orders all the time.  And now you tell me that I got it backwards, and slavery suits you better than being a wife.  I'll have to think about this.  I just don't know how to react right away.  Let me think."

Several minutes passed.  Chazz kept his eyes on the ceiling.  Nandelle shifted toward the head of the bed and leaned against the headboard.  She let the blankets drop away from her upper body.  She was naked.  The planet Ericpotsdam has no moons, but the red-dwarf companion of its sun was high in the night sky.  Nandelle's oval face seemed to glow, and her breasts looked very pretty in the reddish light from the window.  Her long straight black hair never looked blacker against her fair skin.

Finally she had to ask "Are you going to take me, or aren't you?"

Chazz replied "Not tonight.  We don't have the right equipment.  I think that there are some old chains and straps put away in the attic that we could dig out tomorrow.  The leather may be all stiff and hardened, though."  He smiled, as if the mental image of Nandelle in chains made him happy, but his eyes did not leave the ceiling.  The moment did not feel right for passion.  His emotions and thoughts were still too badly tangled.

After a few moments, he added "The more I think about it, the more I realize that I can't enslave you.  You will have to accept slavery yourself.  We need an appropriate ceremony for you to do that.  I'm thinking about planning it for your birthday, which is in just two weeks.  If you change your mind, let me know before I spend a lot of money on a collar and some other slave supplies. I can't explain this to the kids either, or to your parents.  I will be beside you when you tell them, but that is the best that I can do."

For most of the next two weeks, Chazz refused to have sex with Nandelle.   When she asked, the answer was always a chaste kiss, and the words  "Not tonight; the time isn't right."  Finally, on the night before her birthday, he reached out for her and gave her a gentle back rub.  When she rolled over, he began to kiss and caress her, equally gently.

After two weeks of abstinence, Nandelle was horny.  She reached up to pull him down on top of her.  He transferred most of his weight onto his hands, which were braced on either side of her body to avoid crushing her.  That outcome wasn't what she wanted.  She wanted to be held tightly in his arms and crushed.

Caresses and kisses soon led to Chazz lying on top of her, with much of his weight still on his elbows on either side.  He was on her and in her when he had his orgasm.  She was hot and wet, but this still wasn't quite what she wanted.  She thought that she might spend the rest of the night tossing and turning because of the lack of a strong climax.  She had spent so many nights that way since she returned from slavery.

Afterwards, Chazz lay on Nandelle's right side.  He took hold of her right wrist and pulled it gently toward him.  She did not resist. She felt something cold and hard close around that wrist, and there was a click.  He let go, but she could not bring her wrist back.  Something was holding it securely.  Nandelle's pulse began to race.

Chazz leaned across her body and pinned her down by lowering the full weight of his chest onto hers.  He fumbled at the top corner of the mattress and pulled something out, with a muted jingle of chain.  He grabbed her left wrist, pulled it away from her body, and closed another cuff onto it.  Nandelle was pinned onto her back, defenseless.

There were no gentle caresses this time.  Chazz's fingers dug in with determination, working on all of her most sensitive tickling spots in turn.  Nandelle screamed, and expected him to stop.  Chazz paused for only a moment, but then kept right on tickling.

Kisses soon mixed in with the tickles, and the kisses were savage, on her mouth, and eventually on her crotch, after leaving hickeys on her breasts and stomach.  He massaged her clitoris and her G-spot with determined fingers and tongue.  She had a record-breaking, most intense orgasm that he had ever given her.  And that record survived for only a few minutes before he inserted himself and began to move his hips.  He exploded when she exploded, and the result was her most intense orgasm ever, topping any of those that she had had while she was a slave.

Coming down from this intensity, they both fell into the deepest sleep that either of them could remember.  They both slept late.  Chazz didn't get around to unchaining her until they woke up the next morning.

He gathered their children in the living room as soon as he completed his morning shower and shave.  He told them that "Mommy has something important that she wants to talk to you about."  Nandelle's parents showed up for the birthday party a bit earlier than expected, and they joined their grandchildren in the living room.  Nandelle had hoped to be able to tell her children first, and her parents after that.  She was very nervous about how her father would react.

When she arrived in the living room, she was wearing a plain white short-sleeve blouse and a plain black knee-length skirt.  To her parents' surprise she wore no jewelry of any description.  She had always worn at least a doublet ring with an engraved family crest ever since her tenth birthday.  She faced her parents, took a deep breath, and said "I have an announcement.  I've been thinking about dropping my noble rank and becoming a slave again, Chazz's slave this time.  I've been thinking about that ever since I got back from Lovant.  I love him, and he deserves everything that I had to give my owners there.  I sure hope that you could support me if I go ahead with that."

She turned to her children and said "It won't hurt you.  You have already been born and registered as aristocrats.  You will still be aristocrats.  .  .(sniff) . . .  You can keep right on calling me Mommy . . .  I will still take care of you.  .  ."  She turned back to her parents and said "Please . . . "  She couldn't go on.

Her 11-year-old daughter Choanna said "I think that that is an excellent idea.  I saw you this morning."  When everybody turned to look at her, she added "You are always up early.  I got worried.  When you hadn't left your bedroom by 8:30, I knocked quietly on your door, and then peeked in.  You were sleeping, so peacefully, smiling while you slept.  I wouldn't let my rambunctious younger brothers barge in on you.  I made them cereal for breakfast."

Nandelle thought, She knew before I said anything!  She saw me chained to the bed, and it isn't bothering her at all!

Nandelle replied to her daughter without thinking, "I always sleep better when I am chained."  Oops.  What will my parents think of that revelation?

Her mother said "I do too."  Mom!?  My Mom!?  In chains!!?

Her father turned and looked toward his wife with an affectionate, possessive smile.  Nandelle had no trouble reading his expression.  Dad!?  My Dad!?  As a keyholder for Mom!!?

The youngest child, 7-year-old Felepe, asked: "Does this mean that Mommy is going to be as happy as Cassie, over at the Tamberger's house?"

Choanne asked "Who is Cassie?"

"She is the Tamberger's household slave.  She watches us sometimes when I go over there to play with Biff.  She's always smiling, always singing little songs.  She sounds so happy all the time."

Choanne said "Mommy doesn't sing."

Felepe answered "No, she doesn't . . . . She just sighs a lot."

Nandelle's father said "Out of the mouths of babes . . "  Nandelle quit worrying about how the people closest to her would react to her change in status.

* * *

The birthday party was planned as a luncheon event on the lawn in the back of the Farris family townhouse.  A bunch of aunts, uncles, cousins, and neighbors had been invited.  Chazz greeted the guests, told them that Nandelle would be joining them shortly, and invited them all to take seats at the tables scattered around the lawn.  Most people assumed that Nandelle was finishing her make-up and was dressing, presumably in something fancy.

Shortly after 1:00 Chazz picked up a small metal bell from the head table and swung it back and forth until the high-pitched ringing gained everybody's attention.  He said "Welcome, everybody, to Nandelle's 33rd birthday party.  She has been thinking about making a big change in the way she lives her life.  Today is the day that she will make the decision about which way to go.  Under this sheet I have two birthday presents wrapped up for her.  The thing is, she can't have both.  She must choose one, and she will be wearing it for the next year.  Here she comes now."

Nandelle stepped out of the house.  She was still wearing her plain white blouse, black skirt, and no jewelry whatsoever.  She was barefooted.  Chazz pulled the sheet off of the two presents.  The gift boxes were trimmed with beautiful fancy gift-wrap ribbon, but there was no mystery about what they contained.  They were made of clear transparent glass, and there was no wrapping paper.

The first box contained two gold doublet rings and an honors sash.  These were the insignia of a married aristocratic woman of the Vegonyn Empire.

The second box contained two broad wrist cuffs, and a collar.  All three pieces were made from gold-trimmed, highly polished stainless steel.  These were the insignia of an esdigie slave girl.

Nandelle walked up to the table which held her presents.  She stood exactly between the two boxes.  Then she turned to her left, undid the ribbon on the second box, took the cuffs out, and snapped them onto her own wrists.  The guests were so silent that everybody could hear the click of the locks.  She took the collar out, handed it to Chazz, knelt in front of him, and gathered her long black hair out of the way.  She said "I believe that you are the one who is supposed to put this on me."

Chazz closed the collar around her neck until the sharp click of its lock was heard.  He said "Slave, I am assigning you the slave name of Nandelle."

She answered "Yes, Master, I am Nandelle."

He ordered "Stand.  Hands behind your back."  He reached around her, pressed her wrist cuffs against each other, and pushed a button on one of them.  The cuffs locked together.  He pulled her in for a long intense kiss.  The guests were absolutely silent.  Some of them were too shocked to say anything.  Others were giving Chazz and Nandelle the kind of silence that is a salute louder than any applause.

He took her arm then, and said "Come.  We'll walk the tables.  I'm sure that almost everybody wants to talk to you."

At the first table, one of the cousins stabbed a grape with a toothpick, held it up, and said "Chazz, do I have your permission to feed your slave?"  Chazz nodded.  Nandelle gently plucked the grape off of the toothpick with her lips and ate it.  After that, she was given individual bites of finger food by each of the guests as Chazz walked her around.  She was happy to get the food.  Because she woke up so late that morning, she hadn't had time to eat breakfast.  Besides, each morsel meant that one more of her friends and neighbors had accepted her change of status.  Her new status gave her a solution to the problem of remembering names, which she had never been very good at; everybody was either "Master" or "Mistress".

Choanna suddenly outranked her mother, and she proudly wore the honors sash and Farris doublet ring that marked her as an aristocrat.  She fed her mother lunch: ham stew with beans.  Eventually Chazz took over and fed Nandelle her slice of birthday cake.

That night Chazz secured Nandelle in a hogtie with her ankles crossed at right angles, an arrangement which kept her thighs well separated.  He lay on his back in bed and positioned her on top of himself.  And then he played with his naked helpless slave to his heart's content.  Her heart was content also.

For the next year the glass box with the doublet rings and honors sash was kept as a centerpiece on the fireplace mantel in the living room.  At her next birthday Chazz gave Nandelle the same choice of gifts again, and she picked the cuffs and collar again.  Two years later she explained that she didn't want that choice any more.  So as her birthday present, Chazz had her esdigie collar welded on.

On the day that Nandelle was enslaved, Choanne had observed that her mother didn't sing.  It wasn't until afterward that Choanne learned her mother could whistle, in tune and very cheerfully.

The End

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