StripSearch

So here me and Misty are together in the slave office with this black lady named Bree. Of course there is Trooper Steve that’s brought us here. Than this older man named Bill. And the two Latino men that were previously buffing the floor.

The two Latino men, started to speak in Spanish. Bill turned towards them, and also spoke fluent Spanish.

Of course me and Misty couldn’t understand a damn word of it. But I assumed they were wanting to know what to do next, from what I’ve observed about Latino workers is they work. And don’t just stand around milking the clock.

So we’ll suppose Bill told them to hold up a little.

On the table where we were standing there was a cardboard box, with multiple zip lock bags of jewelry of all kinds. Steve took notice of all that. He looks at Bill.

“ Damnit man! You gonna make more off that then you will your paycheck? “

Bill just smiles.

“That’s just one of the perks that go with the job. “

But also in the box was a variety of women’s panties.

Steve reached into the box and held up this little thong.

“ I know your old lady can’t wear this or any of these others. What you doing with these? You got a panty fetish? “

Bill snatches that thong from Steve’s hand.

“ That’s personal man! “

“ Do you wear women’s panties? “

“ I don’t want to talk about it! “
Bill said with a red face.

Bree seemed kind of annoyed about the childish talk going on between the two grown men. She had her clip board in hand and looked to be ready to work.

And if there had to be a true honest one in the bunch it had to be Bree, cause she started to take Steve to task about us.

She looks to Steve with her hand out.

“ Paperwork? “

“ Uhh….Mmmmm….Ahhhhh. “

She had three other questions.

“ Court ordered? “

“ Warrant? “

“ Charges? “

It’s obvious that Bree is by the book. And me and Misty appreciate that, cause Steve didn’t have none of that shit.

Bree has to be thorough with her paperwork, she’s the one in charge on the night shift.

But what Steve did have was Misty’s SIN card.
So Bree had to go pull her file, so she could figure out what’s going on.

Back then we weren’t as advanced with computers like we are today. So Bree had to go to the file cabinet room and dig out Misty’s file.

She returned about 10 minutes later, with the file. Inside the file was quite a few pictures. Most of which were quite revealing.

The first one showed her in the cute little attractive outfit, she left the house in the morning that she turned herself in. She stood with her back straight in a black jacket, blue blouse, tight black pencil skirt. And sheer black stockings with her black high heels.

Pic 2 showed her in her in a black thong, stockings and heels. She was already out of her bra in that one.

My dick started to throb, and leak again.
Everyone there started gawking at all the naked pictures of her that followed.

It reminded me of being a kid when one of us would get our hands on a Play Boy. We’d just gawk at that thing for hours.

But the pics of Misty was much more explicit than any Play Boy could ever be.

There was even a naked picture of Misty’s mom in there also. And for a middle aged woman like mom, she had one clean cunt. She’s got one beautiful pussy and she knows how to keep it up.
Im sure that’s part of that slave training, why she’s like that.

Wile the men act like teenage boys with the pics. Bree gets down to business with the paperwork.

It showed that Misty was drafted into the selective slave service. She was processed where we were standing. And she was transported by barge down the Mississippi River to the slave market at Natchez for training and sell.

Bree found the bill of sale, where Misty was sold to a couple named Cheryl and Jack Blackman. Who is Misty’s aunt and uncle.

For the sum of $1,200.00

Me and Misty looked at that, then at each other. I could see the steam come out of Misty’s ears.

Mom said she had to pay $12,000.00 to buy Misty back, or get Cheryl and Jack to do it. Cause immediate family buying back their loved ones is a no no.

So here mom is extorting money from us. This is exactly the shady type of crooked shit she does to keep us under her thumb.

None the less, all that is what Misty explained to Trooper dick head here. Which he obviously didn’t believe.

But here was the catch.

Misty is owned by Cheryl and Jack. If Cheryl and Jack was gonna free her. Then there is a form there at the slave office that they would have to fill out, until then Misty was to remain at least collard. If a slave is dressed that’s a decision made by the current owner.

Cheryl offered to fill out the form to free Misty. But mom wouldn’t allow it until the debt she told us of $12,000.00 was paid back.

So what happened to Misty’s collar?

Misty caught mom one night in a very vulnerable position.
In other words she came home and found mom passed out drunk. That happens pretty regular if you know mom.

So Misty plundered moms purse and found the collar key, and unlocked it took it off and got rid of it.

In the file was Cheryl’s phone number. So Bree picked up the phone to call her, and figure this out. If Cheryl says it’s fine for Misty to be freed. Then that’s what Bree will do.

But unfortunately Cheryl doesn’t answer the phone.

Cheryl and Jack are an older well to do couple. And they don’t just hang around home on a Friday night. They’re probably over at Tunica gambling or down at their condo in Biloxi. Or they might be in their RV up in the mountains.

So now the slave office is within its authority to strip, collar Misty until Cheryl of Jack comes down to fill out that last form.

But then the question is what to do with me?

I’ve never self indentured, or been court ordered.

“ I need paperwork for him? “
Bree says to Steve.

“ Just strip that son of a bitch down and collar him! “
Steve said.

“ That’s unethical! “

“ I don’t care! “

“ You know there’s a collar here that will fit our necks to? “

“ Strip him! “

“ You gonna take the heat for this! “

“ God damnit woman! Get him out of his clothes and in a collar! “
He yells at Bree in a pissed off voice.

“ Yes sir. “
Bree says caving to Steve’s demand.

At that moment I understood what women go through at the slave office. I was in a cold sweat and nervous as Hell.

I started backing away from Bree as she approached me. I struggled against the zip ties that held my wrists.

She took hold of my preppy Polo dress shirt, ripping it open, the buttons all pop off and scattered all over the floor.

“ Be still! “
She yells at me, as she yanks at the shirt, pulling it off my shoulders and down my back.

“ Be still I said! “
She said reaching for a pair of surgical scissors to cut the shirt, where it was caught at my bound wrists.

I keep resisting, and try to get away, like there is really somewhere to go.

She dropped the scissors and grabbed a leather strap from the table. And with a firm hold on my left arm, she swung that strap with her right hand. Right across my back.

WHAP

WHAP

WHAP

WHAP

WHAP

This is what you call an attitude adjustment.

At the moment Bree reminded me of a black woman I encountered in K Mart when I was a kid.

Going to K Mart was always a big deal, cause they had a toy isle. Or probably at least two or maybe three toy isles.

But down the isle from me and my sister. There was this little black boy, that was just begging and pleading with his momma to buy him something.
And momma was nice, telling him no.

I remember from my own experience when momma says no, she means no,

But anyway he eventually crossed the line. And momma snatched him up, and she whipped that ass.

“ Didn’t I tell you to hush! “
She yells at him.

And he’s screaming bloody murder. And she keeps whipping his ass.

But the interesting thing was. We encountered them about 10 minutes later and he was just as happy and content as he could be.

That was an attitude adjustment.

If that would happen today in a store. There would probably be 7 or 8 busy body doo gooders that should be minding their God damn business. With their phones out recording the whole thing. Then the police would come and lead mom out in hand cuffs.
Kid gets taken in to protective custody or foster care. Then gets indoctrinated with some bull shit that fucks up their entire life.

But anyway I’m getting my own attitude adjustment at the moment. Trooper Steve stepped in and grabbed me, so Bree could get some good solid whips in with the strap.

Finally I submitted and Steve grabbed hold of what was left of my shirt, and just ripped it from my wrists. I watched as it was tossed into the trash can.

Next Bree went for the snap and zipper of my jeans. As soon as the zipper came down my dick just popped out.

“ Oh look at you! “
Bree said as she snatched my jeans down to my knees.

I honestly couldn’t believe I was still hard after getting my ass whipped like that. But my cock had this nice heavy bounce to it, as it stuck straight out from my body at the time. Bree reached down and grabbed it with her soft dark skinned hand and stroked it a little.

I looked down watching her stroke me. And seen a little drop of pre cum ooze from the head. Bree stopped stroking me and wiped it with her finger, then sucked it clean.

I looked past Bree at my wife. And she had a look that could have killed. If she wasn’t in those handcuffs she’d probably would’ve jumped Bree.

My attention was quickly drawn away from Misty and back to Bree, as she proceeded to measure my cock, then examine it some more. She also examined and squeezed on my big full balls.

When she finished that I was pushed down into a cold metal chair. She knelt down and took a hold of my right boot and pulled it off. The left one followed. My Jeans and socks were snatched off. All of my clothes were thrown into the trash.

“ What about my keys and billfold? “
I wondered.

There was still $60.00 in the billfold. And if they checked the front left pocket of the jeans they’d find a dime bag.
Guess they don’t care about none of that.

But one of them Latino guys went straight to the trash can, and took out my boots. Them snake skin cowboy boots I had cost over $200.00 back then. And they probably $2,000.00 today.
But that son of a bitch went across the room and sat in another chair, took his shoes off and put my boots on. He tucked his pants legs into them and got up to walk around with a big shit eating grin on his face. He just looked at me and let me know without even saying a word that those were his boots now.

“ Fucking bastard! “

He then started eyeing my wife then, I guess he’s gonna take her to.

“ Get that ring off his finger! “
Bill said.

Bree slid my wedding band off and handed it over to Bill, who didn’t even look at it. He just added it to his collection.

It wasn’t nothing special. It only cost $100.00 And came from K Mart so it may not have even been real.

It’s obvious that I’m not high end on jewelry like Misty is.

But after that Bree snatched me from the chair, through me across the table. I turned to watch as she picks this huge container of lube.
On the side of it, the label said Slave Cunt Oil.

She ovens it up and dips her fingers into it. With her left hand she parts the cheeks of my ass. I then felt the cold lube against my tight little hole. Her fingers then slipped inside me.

I bite into the gag and grunt.

“ Fuck! “
I said to myself.

I wasn’t used to this shit. She works them fingers in and out, and in and out. Whatever that oil is starts to get hot.

“ WTF? “

This shit was starting to burn. Like it’s got Icy Hot mixed in it or something.

She then reached into another box. I couldn’t see what it was, but I sure felt it, as it was pushed into my ass, stretching me all out.

“ God damn! “
I said into the gag, with a painful grunt that followed.
Whatever this damn thing was, I felt it come on, it made a buzzing sound and it was pressed against my prostate.

I was then shoved back down into the chair, pressing and keeping this vibrating but plug in place.

I still had my hands bound behind my back. She then with a belt like restraint buckled me securely to the chair. She then also zip tied my ankles to the legs of the chair.

After that I was collard with a collar that had a battery pack. I felt the prongs stick into the front of my neck.

She picked up a remote, pushed a button and the collar starts to vibrate, like something you’d use to train a dog with.

As it vibrates she turns the remote so I could see it.

“ If I push this other button. It’s lights out for you! Do you understand? “

I just nodded my head yes.

Bree then turned towards Misty.

I then looked down at my fully erect cock. With that but plug pressed and vibrating my prostate. And fucking pre cum oozing out and running down my stiff shaft, like a volcano fixing to erupt. I was in dire need to come. But in no way able to pleasure myself.

This ought to be cruel and unusual punishment right here. Getting a man all turned on and not finish the job. Or allowing him to finish the job.

But everyone’s attention was on Misty then. Including mine.

Misty’s turn.

After watching all that had happened to me.
Misty was in a cold sweat herself.
With 4 men and one woman surrounding her, looking her dressed body over, as she stood there handcuffed with her feet shoulder width apart.

Steve stepped behind her, and removed her hand cuffs.

“ Hands behind your head! “
He said.

“ You already did that! “
Misty said in protest.

“ Cunt! I told you to put your Gad damn hands behind your head! “

Misty snapped in to position, just as a slave should do.

As she did, you could see the pits of the thin blue blouse was soaked under her arms.

Trooper Steve again started patting my wife down.
Along her shoulders, down her back and along her bra strap.

When a woman is arrested, her dressed body has to be scrutinized much more intensely than a man’s. All kinds of contraband can be hidden in bras, hosiery or lingerie.

His hands again comes around her body, but instead of groping her like he did on the road side.
His fingers started unbuttoning her blouse.
Misty’s eyes got wide as she watched him work, seeing more and more of her soft porcelain white flesh come in to everyone’s view.

Her heart pounds faster and faster, you could see her chest expand and contract, as her breathing quickens.

He allowed her to lower her arms, only so her blouse could be removed. It’s just dropped to the floor.

Her big round tits are held firmly up by a white Play Tex cross your heart bra.
She looks down holding her breath, as she feels Steve’s fingers unhooking the clasp from behind. Her big tits spring free and fall. The straps of the bra fall freely down to her elbows.

Bree takes the bra from her and half assed tossed it towards the trash can.
IT’s caught onto the rim and the big cups hang outside the can.

They like to leave the processing area sort of cluttered. When an unsuspecting fully dressed woman is brought in, and she sees the previous women’s clothing scattered about. It kind of fucks with her head, seeing a sock in one spot, a pair of jeans in another. Maybe a pair of heels and a ripped up pair of pantyhose, laying beneath the foot of the Gyno table.

It lets the woman kind of know, the one before may not have been willing to undress herself.

It was obvious though that Steve wasn’t in a hurry to strip Misty. Watching him strip her was more like watching a teasing stripper on stage or on a XXX movie or something.

With her top less and her hands retuned to the back of her head. Steve then slowly groped her from behind, while sniffing her neck and gently kissing it. His lips then found the lobe of her right ear. And as he sucks on her ear and gropes her. She feels him press his cock against her ass.

I then heard her moan as she desired more.

The Trooper then knelt behind her and slowly searched down her legs.

One of Misty’s most vulnerable spots was her thick inner thighs. She gets so fucking turned on when a man caresses her thighs.
As he strokes them thighs, over those thin white dress pants. Her fat pussy just bulged from the pants, and was just begging to be touched. As of juiced and contracted.

She moans again as Steve’s fingers lightly touch and trace her bulging cunt. He then adds a little pressure, pushing her pants and panties up into her gap.

He then turned towards me.

“ Your little dick didn’t put a gap like this into this whore! “
He degrading me as a man even more.

His hands again move down her leg. Just below her knee through her thin pants he detects where her nylons started. He slowly moved down her legs and back up from underneath the pants, caressing her nylon clad ankle.

“ Slut? “
He said with a smile as he held out at the little emblem that said slut, as it dangles from the thin gold anklet.

“ Not only a slut she’s a shared slut. “
Bill then pointed out.

He then extended his hand downward.

“ I’ll take that. “
Bill said waiting.

Steve unhooked the anklet and handed it to Bill, who then looks up at Misty’s face.

“ I’ll need the rest of your jewelry now! “

She sighs and then removed her ear rings, placing them in his hand. Then the wide gold chain that clung tightly around her thick neck.

She attempted to hold her left hand away from Bill, as she took off her Mickey Mouse watch.

“ I’ll need that wedding set now! “

You could tell Misty wasn’t happy about giving that up. She had the look of pure agony on her face as she slips the 14k diamond engagement ring and band off her left ring finger.
She sighs in agony as she placed the rings in Bills hand.

I felt just about as bad as she did about that, cause it was all I could do to pay the minimum each month on that $5,000.00wedding set.
With all the interest and all, I’ll probably go to my grave before that damn thing is paid off.
And now it’s probably gonna be on its way to one of the many pawn shops in the area.

Steve then gets up and nods allowing Bree to take over.

With Misty’s hands back behind her head again. Bree knelt before her. Misty looks down, watching the dark skinned woman’s hands, as they quickly unbuckled her belt. The snap and zip of them pants is undone. Beneath them everyone could see the outline of her fat pussy bulging beneath the white satin bikini panties.

As the pants came down it was obvious she was wet in the crotch. The aroma of her sex just fills the air. As her pants just bunched up around her ankles.

Misty feels Brees hand firmly holding the back of her high heeled shoe.

Bree then looks up at her, without saying a word.
Misty knew there was only one thing to do.

She again sighs as she pulls her right foot from the shoe and pants. Brees hands move to Misty’s left shoe. She pulls her left foot from the shoe and pants.

The room then smelt of hot wet pussy and sweaty feet.
I don’t know why Bill was worried about the damp floor, getting her hose wet. Cause the soles of her feet were sopping wet.

She stood there before Bree looking straight ahead, still with her hands behind her head and her legs shoulder width apart.

Bree took the pants and trashed them.

Bill looked down into one of the shoes that was standing up. He sees the brand on the inside of it saying Gucci.

“ We can’t throw these away! “
He immediately picks up the shoes.

Misty turned towards him.

“ Those ain’t mine! “

Bill starts to laugh.

“ You Damn right there not! “

He proceeded to place them inside his box with the bags of jewelry and the collection of panties he collected.

“ A few days with odor eaters in them, I’ll be able to sell these for big money! “
Bill said with a laugh.

Misty’s mom is gonna be pissed when she discovers that her Guccis are gone.

“ Take everything else off! “
Bree said.

Misty looks for a chair to sit down in.

“ panties first! “
Steve said speaking up in a voice of authority.

All the men get behind Misty, so they could watch her slip her panties down and off.

Everyone seemed impressed that she was cleanly shaven. So clean that they could skip that step all together.

Misty likes to be eaten out. So she keeps her cunt clean shaven just as a slave would do.

Bree leads Misty to the gyno chair.

“ You gonna grade her? “
Steve asks.

Misty’s heart starts to race.

“ Yes!…Yes…Grade me! Oh please grade me! “
Misty’s inner voice screams out.

“ No I’m not certified to do gradings. “
Bree said.

Misty’s heart sank.

Why ain’t you been certified yet? “
Steve asks Bree surprised.

“ Cause I got to pay for and attend the slave grading class, that’s two solid semesters right there. Then you got to intern under somebody for at least a year. Then go take another test for your certification. There’s a lot to it, and I just can’t do all that right now! I need a paycheck! “

Bree was right about all that. Good slave graders are few and far between. Most of them are older. And are retired doctors, dentists and people of those types of skills. And most will tell you, they’ve made more money as a slave grader, than they ever did as a doctor or dentist.

So the sky is the limit as far as compensation goes as a certified slave grader. The big slave markets pay top dollar for a certified slave graders skill.

“ Mrs. Lee Ann is the only one here that’s certified. “
Bree explained as she looks again at Misty’s file.

“ She’s already been graded anyway. It says here she graded Select minus. Ain’t no need in regrading her. “

Misty was crushed hearing that. Especially in the negative tone that Bree said it.

Misty had her heart set for an upgrade. Being a solid Choice. That would do wonders for her self esteem.

“ If you’re not gonna grade me, why are you putting me in the chair. “

Bree points towards the cameras that were aimed at the gyno chair.

“ Got to get your picture made. “

“ Shit! “
Misty says with a gulp.

With Misty in the chair, Bree took hold of Misty’s nylons and peeled them off, dropped them in the floor.

She then took a stick of deodorant and wiped it over the soles of Misty’s bare feet.

“ Didn’t I get a shower? The last Time I was here?”

“ I’m sure you did but right now you have men waiting on you. “

Misty looks past Bree to see. Steve,Bill and the two Latino men stripping down.

As Bill took off his pants he had fishnet stockings, a garter belt and pink crotch less panties on. With his big dick sticking straight up out of them.

There was nothing outwardly feminine about Bill. He was an old gray haired man that was just a couple of years away from retirement. And here he was standing in the slave office on women’s lingerie. WTF?

“ Get ready slave girl! It’s almost time for you to perform! “
Bree said tapping her finger on the stirrup.

Misty sighs again and placed her soft bare feet against the cold steel foot rests.

She looks up to see the camera zoom lens’s move about.

From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of one of the jumbo sized TVs. And with Misty spreading her cunt with her hands. The camera zooms in for a tight closeup of her hot, wet and dripping pussy.
The camera flashes.

Then backs up for a good shot of her amazing tits.

Once the pictures were done, she was told to get off the table. She followed Bree to where a little foam mat was lying on the floor.

Being a slave before she knew what was expected of her.
Misty fell to her knees, with her legs spread like a slave.

From a box Bree brings out a collar.
Misty immediately bows her head and placed her hands underneath her long hair, holding it out of the way.
Bree puts the collar on. Misty feels the prongs stick into her neck. The collar is locked on. From the remote. A loud beep comes from the collar, followed by a short vibration and a green light comes on, letting us all know the collar is Live and ready to go.

From where I was sitting I watched the 4 men surround my naked and collard wife. With there big cocks right in her face.