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Any Job in a Storm 

Chapter 5 

Slaved 
I got the web site up and running, I was quite proud of www.papillon.com. I had 
an interactive gallery with some video, online catalogue; you could even select 
colour options and see them. A links page was a must and we had online ordering 
too. A feature I liked was the guide. Aisha would take you round the site, a 
little comic style figure, with a spoken text, I was really proud of that. 
It was a success almost immediately, that first week before Lancaster it got 
over a thousand hits, and some orders too. 
Lancaster was coming up and Polly was busy preparing. We would both be wearing a 
sort of cross between bondage and street clothes, that is jeans with a corset 
without cups, both of us would have bare breasts for the weekend. I was starting 
to get used to all this exposure! 
We used my car to travel up, we had quite a bit of stock, so the car was well 
packed, I had borrowed a laptop so people could check out the web site and even 
order from it. On the way up, Polly explained a bit more of the form for the 
weekend. 
'we will be in the 'market' area, there's usually some leather workers, 
tattooists, piercer's, that sort of thing, plus a few specialist stalls' the 
punters come in two types, slaves and masters or mistresses, we have some rules 
to follow, here' she passed a brochure to me' have a read' 
'Guidelines for Traders
* Trading allowed only between 6pm and 10pm Friday, 10am and 4pm Saturday and 
10am to 4pm Sunday. 
* Do not address any 'slave' directly if their master/mistress is present. If in 
doubt ignore the individual. 
* Traders may attend the auctions and dinner on Saturday evening but no other 
sessions.' 

There was more but you get the gist. The slaves really were treated as such, 
Polly said that she had heard of real trade, i.e. money changing hands for 
slaves, but it was quite a close community and rumour is always rife. 
The site was a conference centre in several acres of parkland; passes were 
checked at the gate, security was tight. First job was unloading the gear, then 
Polly took our bags to our room while I started setting up. It was only 3pm so 
we had plenty of time to get organised. 
The Friday session was not part of the formal gathering, which officially 
started at eight on Saturday morning. That didn't mean that some couples 
couldn't arrive already in their sub/dom. personas. As we could see the car 
park, we could watch the arriving 'guests', some turned up in regular clothes, 
some obviously the 'subs', would arrive practically naked and in chains, I could 
see that this weekend could be heavy. 
By five thirty we were ready so in turn we went to 'change'. The other stalls 
were mostly small concerns, twenty including us ranging from a blacksmith (he 
had a portable smithy in the car park), to our clothing and restraints via 
piercing, carpentry and tattooing and one or two others. I didn't want to ask 
what some of the stuff was for; other bits were patently obvious. The blacksmith 
specialised in chastity belts and that sort of thing if you were wondering. 
The doors opened spot on six and soon a reasonable number of couples mostly were 
milling around the stalls. Business wasn't exactly brisk but we had a good run 
on stuff like gags and hoods. It gave me, at least, a chance to get protocol 
sorted for tomorrow. Most shoppers introduced themselves for example: Master 
David and slave Judy, at least you knew where you were then. There were some 
mistresses and some one sex couples so there was plenty of variety. 
We hit the bar for a couple of hours after closing and talked to some of the 
couples trying to avoid the slave thing unless they brought it up. Next morning 
was amazing; people who we had spoken to last night variously led partners on 
leashes or followed around, often in a high state of undress. I felt positively 
overdressed to some of these poor women, well poor in my eyes anyway. One girl, 
I have to say the only one I actually saw, was absolutely naked, her head 
shaved, all she wore was an iron collar and rings in each nipple and her labia. 
Her master led her by a chain from her collar hooked on his belt. Even in this 
company, this couple attracted attention from both slaves (pity) and masters 
(envy?). a few of the slaves had brands, one girl had three and quite a few 
sported tattoos which indicated ownership. Some of the doms wore street clothes; 
others camped it up with elaborate costumes. 
I have to say we did good business, some stuff we ran out of, John was bringing 
a van with more stuff up this afternoon. At various intervals the room would 
clear while something went on in the main hall, I'm not sure I want to know 
what. John arrived and tipped the stock, he wasn't stopping, it was on his way 
to Glasgow where he was meeting a supplier first thing Monday, he was fishing 
tomorrow! 
Shut up time came but I wasn't sure about attending the auction and dinner, 
Polly wanted to so that settled it. We, as traders could dress for this evening, 
the participants exposed more flesh than during the day. All the traders were 
seated in one area, to save our blushes as much as anything else. None of the 
slaves were seated at table, most were stood behind their master, others were, 
how can I put it politely, servicing various dinner guests. To one side a group 
of 'slaves' perhaps twenty in all, stood forlornly watching the diners. Polly 
whispered that they were to be auctioned between the main course and dessert. 
Well the meal was excellent; I got talking to one of the piercer's, Polly was 
chatting to the blacksmith when a gong sounded. The auction was due to begin. 
The 'slaves' were brought one at a time on a circuitous route to the sales 
block; I recognised a couple of them, including the multi- branded girl. Several 
were quietly crying, only two were men, well barely more than boys really. The 
auctioneer really lived his part, extolling each ones virtues or failings and 
exacting what he considered a good price on each, the branded girl fetched 
£1500, one pretty blonde raised almost £5000. Afterward their new owners fetched 
their purchases and signed the tally book. The entertainment over, dinner 
continued. 
Next morning we opened for business, but the punters were a little slow in 
arriving, although the blacksmith was in and out quite a bit. Curious I followed 
him on one such excursion and watched in horrified fascination as he riveted a 
collar around a young girl's neck. I left quickly. The branded girl, I saw 
having a ring fitted in her nose, the high priced blonde now sported a brand on 
her left hip and was whimpering, today more of the slaves were restricted by 
gags, hoods and straps than Saturday. 
It was all a bit too real for me. In fact I know it was a bit too real for some 
of the participants. The toilets were a slavery free zone, I found the bald girl 
in there, 
'I couldn't shave my head' I ventured 
' Neither could I, master did this on Thursday, my hair was waist long, my 
finest feature' 
'Why?' I was outraged for her 
'I dropped a tray of dishes and broke some, this was punishment' 
'You mean you live like this all the time? 
'Yes, for five years since master bought me, the money paid off the bank, I was 
all I had left, it was this or the streets, at least this way I'm masters 
responsibility, I get fed' she looked down at her nakedness 'and clothed - 
sometimes' 
'Are you ok?' 
'Yes I'm fine, master is good to me, I have to go, bye' 
With that she was gone and I knew they actually did buy slaves. Many of the 
couples around were willing part timers, some I now knew were real slaves bought 
and sold at whim, branded, abused and I could do nothing realistically to change 
that. In truth I couldn't wait to pack up and leave. 
On the way back I spoke of what the girl had said to Polly. 
'I thought there was some truth in the rumours' 
'The thing is she was resigned to it, I mean who in this day and age does that 
to another human?' 
'I guess you could argue that it's like a marriage, he looks after her, feeds 
her etc, she acts the part of a wife, they both get something out of it' 
'I guess' 
'Well don't worry, I won't sell you' 
'Ha, ha' 
I was reminded of it all again later in the week when I visited the piercer I 
met up north for some work. Before you jump to conclusions, I was getting rings 
put in that flap of cartilage inside the ear. I was very surprised to find to 
find the blonde who fetched such a high? price waiting inside, we got talking, 
we had a longish wait as Jim, the piercer was actually doing a tattoo. 
Mandy was waiting for a tattoo, her buyer had paid in advance and she didn't 
know what it was or where. She had gotten into the slave thing by chance, and 
somewhere along the line had gone 'deep sub'. She was kept in a cage, she told 
me, and even today had a chastity belt on, only master had keys. She could leave 
anytime like today, but where could she go, no papers, no money, and a locked on 
handicap! Well I could see her point. 
'What about this tattoo and that brand you got at the weekend, don't you mind?' 
'Of course I mind but I'm bought, masters property. It could be worse look at 
what Tania's master did to her, at least I still look nice with my hair. Tania 
is really pretty, well she used to look sensational with all that hair.' 
It clicked who Tania was the shaven headed girl. 
Jim popped out 
'Only a minute Julie' 
And disappeared just as quick. 
Mandy was actually looking a bit like a scared rabbit, you know, not sure 
whether to run or pretend you're not there. 
'Er Julie?' 
'You ok? 
'Er fine, I know it's a bit of a cheek to ask, I hardly know you, but like could 
you stay with me for this?' 
Well I had the afternoon off, why not, Mandy obviously needed some support and 
was the nearest to a friend she had right here. 
'Ok Mandy, I'm not in a rush or anything' 
'Julie, you're up next' 
I went in to the workroom half-expecting Mandy to disappear while I was inside. 
Lets face it my two little rings were a ten minute job and I was paid and 
everything within fifteen. To my surprise Mandy was still there, looking more 
nervous than ever. Jim fetched her in and closed the door. 
'Sorry Mandy, but you'll have to strip right off for this and it will take a 
while.' 
She dropped her skirt and removed jumper and bra. 
'Why such a long job Jim?' 
'Well her, er partner want's it all done in one go, you got a lot of spare 
time?' 
'Enough' 
'Well you can help with the colours then.' 
'You ok Mandy? 
'I think so Julie' 
'Can you stand with your arms up while I tape this stencil on' 
Jim carefully fitted a huge piece of sugar paper around Mandy's body
' here take that thing off too' he gave me a key that fitted Mandy's ChB. When 
the poor girl got that off he finished taping the stencil in place. Then he 
carefully sprayed over the stencil with an alcohol-based ink that was dry within 
moments. The stencil came off and Mandy's fate was exposed. Well there was no 
doubt she would never be able to ignore it. Running sideways from top to bottom 
of her back in six-inch letters was the word 'SLAVE'. Her front didn't escape 
either, from neck to crotch was a stylised dragon, Nordic I think. 
'Mandy, look I'm not forcing you to go ahead, you have to sign the consent, I'll 
give you a few minutes. 
Jim went outside, I think for a smoke. Mandy was nearly in tears. 
'You could just walk out Mandy' 
'No I can't I told you, it's just that like this is the last time I will look 
normal ever. From today everyone will know I'm owned, I won't be able to pretend 
like I did coming here.' 
'Look Mandy, I know Jim won't think less of you if you leave, I certainly won't' 

'It's ok really, just tell him to do the back first.' 
Jim returned 
'Well?' 
'We're go but two things, you take some before pictures for her to keep and you 
do the back first.' 
'Ok, I'll get the forms' 
Jim was actually quite a photographer and he took several shots from each angle. 
Then it was down to the tattooing, her back was not to be just black lettering, 
but it would look like a huge brand and would use about twenty colours. 
Mandy lay on the table, Jim made her comfortable and started. 
I hated the word but by the time, five hours later, Jim had finished, I knew a 
lot more about tattooing and the letters looked like a work of art. Jim was done 
in though. 
'Mandy, I'm not doing your front today, we'll have to sort out another day to 
finish, hop off the table and I'll take a Polaroid for you.' 
Well as you can imagine, Mandy was stiff and quite sore at this point, I had to 
help her stand. Jim took the shot and I applied the dressing on her back before 
helping her dress, she insisted on refitting the ChB and returned the key to 
Jim. I was thinking on my feet, 
'When are you expected back Mandy?' 
'About an hour after Jim rings master' 
'Jim can you delay that call for a while? Like an hour?' 
'Sure Julie, that would help me as well' 
'Ok then Mandy, that gives us time to feed you and get you in a better frame of 
mind before you go back.' 
She seemed relieved at the chance of the breathing space, and it would give me a 
chance to work on her about leaving this life, even with her new reminder under 
her skin. I took her to a pizza restaurant in Bromley and I worked at cheering 
her up and trying to convince her to leave. She hadn't seen the photo yet, so I 
handed it to her, she nearly broke down then. 
'I didn't think it was that big.' 
Well you imagine it, six inches was a good part of her back and five letters, 
all about 4 inches wide is a big area, with spaces, it ran from her neck to end 
at the top of her buttocks. 
'Shush, it's alright, at least you didn't get your front done too' 
'I guess, but it might seem worse to go through this again in a week or so' 
'Maybe, but it does give you some breathing space. Do you get out much?' 
'I have to go shop every day, why?' 
'Look take this envelope' it was one of my self-addressed job seeking envelopes' 
it's got a stamp on. If I receive this with that photo inside, I'll come and get 
you.' 
'Why would you do that for me? You hardly know me.' 
'Lets put it this way, I hate slavery, at this level in particular and if I can 
help, I will. So if you decide you want to get out, live normally, post that 
envelope. Where do you shop?' 
'I'll show you on the way, we'd better go or master will punish me' 
I'd already volunteered as taxi. 
Before she got out of the car I cautioned her, 
'I can't guarantee a next day pickup, but I will come as soon as I can' 
She took my hand 
'Thanks Julie, this means so much to me' 
'Just don't lose that envelope' 
'I won't' 
'Take care.' 
Then she was gone back to her 'master'. 

Maddy Bell 09.04.01