At long last, cumslut could sense the truck bouncing along an unpaved dirt road, and she heard Sydney ask, Is this the place, Uncle Richard?”



Yes Sydney. Just a few miles up this road and we’ll be there, He told her assuringly.



Then, after what seemed forever, the vehicle stopped and He shut down the motor. An all encompassing silence was all that remained for a few minutes, until Richard asked Sydney, So what do you think?”



There are at least twenty-five naked men and women out there on that field, Uncle Richard, she blurted out. And they’re all chained by their necks to sticks in the ground. What is this place?”



This is My Society’s Annual Spring Festival. Those are the Society member’s slaves tethered to the stakes. Come, help Me get your mother out and chained to her’s, then We can go into the main house and get some lunch.”



Cumslut heard the rear lift gate of the Escalade opening and then she felt her crate being pulled to the lip. Richard unlocked the door, and commanded, Get out!”



Following the order, she began twisting and contorting her stiff aching joints through the small egress and out onto a grassy expanse of lawn. When she was free of the crate, she immediately got on all fours, as He pointed to the ground. She crawled behind her Master and her daughter as they strode through the naked and tethered slaves to an unoccupied stake, where He picked up a stout chain and locked it to her collar. Then, without so much as a glance, He took Sydney by the hand and said, Let’s go get something to eat before the afternoon activities begin, shall we?”



The chain which bound cumslut to the stake was quite short, not even eighteen inches, so with her bladder screaming for release, she was forced to pee right in the grass where she was. She looked at the slaves around her, and saw, to her relief, that none of them showed even the slightest interest in her peeing. The immediate slaves were not at all familiar to her, she decided after studying them. Some bore recent welts and marks from canes and whips, while others had skin unblemished by the lash. Some had not body hair anywhere, while others were hirsute from their armpits to their ankles. Some wore rings and bars in their breasts and genitalia, while others did not. Some were tattooed or branded, while most were not. All, however, were naked and chained, and none of them were talking.



As Richard and Sydney walked up the steps to the main house, He leaned over and whispered in her ear, I would prefer it if you were naked, little one. Would you do that for Me?”



A blush rose on Sydney’s cheeks when the implication of His request sunk in. He had never asked her to remove her clothes before, but now, in front of about twenty-five fully clothed strange adults, He wanted her to be naked. He picked up on her hesitancy right away, and added, We can all go home if you would prefer, Sydney. The choice is yours.”



The cold frankness in His voice sent a chill up her spine, startling the young girl, and she stammered, Y.yes,.S.Sir. Wh.where should I go?”



In the ladies room off the foyer would be fine. Just fold your clothes and leave them with the attendant. She’ll see that they get to our room. I’ll wait for you in the dining room. Now.GO!”



Sydney jumped as He barked His command, and scampered off to the ladies room. A black attendant was in the vestibule outside the room, handing out warm folded hand towels. Sydney went into one of the stalls and took off her dress, halter bra, panties and shoes. She folded them all neatly in a pile, and upon opening the stall door, she was immediately confronted by a ful length mirror reflecting her nakedness back at her in the harsh florescent light. She shook abruptly in shock at her reflection, and reflexively tried to cover her breasts and pubis with her hands.