BACK HOME AGAIN

I'm using parts of this story to try to stretch as a writer, but couldn't keep it doing it consistently. Numbers (2) refer to footnotes and the star (*) is an alternate scene, like a deleted scene on a DVD. The scene contains incest so if you don't like that stuff it's easy to avoid. Everyone is over eighteen years of age.

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The soft sunlight peaked into the room of former slave girl Claire, dreaming of the safety and happiness of a cage. Feeling its protection, wrapping her in a layer of obedience and sexual fulfillment. Her hand stretched out to feel its bars of safety, the cold metal against her hand making her content. The very feeling of her pen made her body shiver in excitement and her sex responded with pleasure at her confinement.

Slowly the light of day penetrated Claire's eyes and the dream faded, but still leaving a warm embrace of slavery. Her eyes opened slowly and rested upon her old dresser, it was dark brown, with scratches and light and dark patches from the decades of use. A small ray of light made a sliver of a rainbow against it, moving ever so slowly as the sun moved across the sky and snuck into her bedroom. As slowly her body emerged from sleep to consciousness, she could still feel the warmth of her phantom cage. How many times had her first view of the world had been of her bureau? But somehow now it looked out of place, alien. Somewhere in her mind was telling her it didn't belong here, she didn't belong here, not anymore. Gradually she became more conscious, her eyes more focused and mind remembering where she was. Flying from her cage and into the warm embrace of her bed covers, her body felt a different embrace. Slowly her body began to stir, and soon Claire stretched her arm out to turn on her mini stereo's CD to play Vivaldi's Concerto in C Major RV 113 as her waking up music. Slowly she moved her limbs around and laid on her back. She realized she was wearing pajamas and felt it strange not to be sleeping naked. Something was missing and she felt at her neck, realizing her collar was off and in a panic, worried she had lost it. Her mind slowly reminded her where she was and who she was and what she wasn't. She finally sat up in bed, the dream of slavery was put to bed and life as a free woman awoke.

Back home again! Back to clear skies, people you know, a place that is a community, and life at a slower pace, a place where the only slaves you saw were on TV. Claire luxuriated in her bed; she pulled the covers around her feeling their warm embrace. After an almost blissful period of snuggling under her covers she finally drew herself up in bed and stretched her arms. She pulled herself out of bed and pulled off her nighty, then pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring herself. When she used to look in the mirror, she would only see her flaws. Her breasts were small, and she always seemed to look like she was still a teenager, not a woman. But her vacation that turned into a rotating series of enslavements had showed her she was a beautiful and an object of desire. She was worth something and people would pay a lot to have her. She moved closer and looked at her permeant new mark, her award, her star. She caressed it with her fingers, feeling its slightly raised contours. She had already experimented with makeup and found it could be easily obscured so that only a close inspection would divulge its existence. She found waterproof concealer would hide it when she went swimming (though she needed to have the right makeup remover for after). But she would only use the makeup when her clothes could not do the trick for her, and as autumn was coming, her wardrobe would do the trick. Once in a while she also found herself wanting to show it off, show her achievement, her value. Then reality would sink in because she knew it would cause uncomfortable questions.

Once in a while she would find herself repeating Slave Mantras in her head and it would give her a warm feeling of comfort and pleasure. But she kept telling herself she must stop thinking about repeating mantras or stretches or they would eventually consume her. She was still torn between freedom and slavery, her mind struggling with her identity. She had gone to England as a high school graduation gift, she was such a nerd about history, culture and art, it was perfect for her. But the whole thing had gone sideways and instead she was trained as a slave and then repeatedly became one, spending more time as slave than as a simple tourist. She was able to escape from it each time but she knew deep down she had enjoyed it even as she had fought against it. Her slave training had almost completely brain washed her (or did it release her?) so that she had nagging doubts about being a free woman, finding herself sometimes craving a return to the slavery she had rejected.

It had been a week since Claire had returned from her "slavery odyssey" in Britain. She had been to embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened, how could she even start to explain what transpired and how it had changed her? However, it didn't take long for Claire's family to quickly notice that she had dramatically changed. She had left a smart, confident young woman and returned as a quiet, agreeable girl who was always willing to help out and did whatever was asked of her. She had never been a "wild child" but these startling changes did make them wonder what had happened to her. Claire herself realized that her behaviour had changed and understood that her family had unasked questions about the change in personality. After some false starts, she finally opened up about some of what happened to her mother, it was excruciatingly hard to try to talk about her adventures while keeping out the worst parts, for she didn't want to upset her mother with the extremes of her experiences. Her mother realized that much had been unsaid from Claire's story, knowing from the media about the world of slavery, she simply comforted her daughter like she always did and told her she would talk to everyone not to bother her about it anymore.

The culture in which Claire had grown up had not been one amenable to slavery. A society that had decided that the poverty of its pioneers, was the virtue of free men and woman working their own land, by themselves. But the coming of Television, and later the flood of American programs all showing the virtues of slavery began to change that. All that exposure to positive portrayals of servitude were eroding the people's disfavor. Ever so slowly the tentacles of human bondage were infiltrating Claire's home town. There were fewer letters to the editor complaining about slaves in the media, disapproval of slavery in people's everyday conversations were becoming muted. The occasional visitor with slave in tow were met with fewer looks of distaste. Without realizing it, opposition was evolving into acquiesce.

The old saying "Time heals old wounds" proved true for Claire. Back home among friends, family and neighbours the world started to make sense to her again. Her "slave mind" started to recede and she started to feel normal again, or at least what she remembered as normal. She continued to work at her job at the bookstore, even though she didn't need the money. In fact, she was extremely well off, having won two million dollars in the lottery. She worked because she had been brought up to respect the importance of hard work. And she was frugal, again her upbringing, diversely investing most of the money. It made her smile think she could buy her own herd of slaves if she wanted too, an interesting turn of events it would be if she did so. But even though she was feeling normal again she would feel a twinge of excitement when a slave would show up on a television show. Unfortunately, Claire's road to recovery hit a major snag...

It was a couple of weeks after returning home she got the first e-mail from Sam the Slave Man. They called her part of the "Sam's Family", which was probably something dreamed up by their marketing department, but it made her feel like they were trying to make a claim on her. They told her that the company had bought out the slave division of the Eaton's Department store chain (1). She was being 'invited' to see one of the Grand Openings that would be happening cross country. Reading the e-mail made her hairs stand up on the back of her neck. It made her nervous, but she also realized she was feeling wet. Her head told her not to trust what they really wanted from her, they could even try to enslave and auction her. That thought brought a jolt of sexual excitement through her body. She said to herself, "Shit that slave training really did a number on me, I was hoping it would be weakening by now." She took a deep breath, and thought about running through the forest, but had to stop when her forest run began to involve fewer and fewer clothes. Finally, she just decided to delete the message without responding, hoping it would delete her feelings to.

She looked up the new Sam stores that were opening up and her small city wasn't included. There was an Eaton's store but it had never had a slave section, so she didn't have to worry about it being close to her. In fact, the only two major cities, Regina and Saskatoon would have the new Sam stores, and the closest city was over a two-hour drive. For once she was happy to be living in the middle of nowhere (relatively speaking).

This direct appeal to her slave mind flooded her with memories and emotions. Her memories of slavery were mostly happy, but this rude reminder almost overwhelmed her. She felt the need to repeat her slave mantras again, strip naked and do her slave exercises. She gave in to the feelings rather than let them torment her all day. She closed her door and locked it, stripped off her sweater and jeans, bra and panties; and performed her slave exercises while repeating her slave mantras. She hoped by confronting these unwanted urges their power over her wouldn't overwhelm her. Without thinking she put the last collar that had been locked around her neck back in its place of enslavement. Doing her physical and mental workout flooded her body with pleasure, so much so that she climaxed once she had finished her exercises, writhing in pleasure that never seemed to stop, finally ending covered in sweat. She lay on the floor almost a half hour thinking what this has done to her. But she was still hopeful she could return to her previous normal. She got up to go the family bathroom to shower, forgetting she was slave naked. Luckily, she spotted herself in the mirror, and went into a panic looking for the key to the collar that had almost permanently enslaved her. Finding it, she hesitated about removing it, looking in the mirror it looked like it belonged there. She put the key down and started caressing her slave collar. Touching it, she felt shivers of sexual excitement run up and down her body, eliciting moans. Her body shivered and then she found herself kneeling on the floor juicing herself till she orgasmed again. She stood up and looked in the mirror again, straightening her back and feeling like a slave proud to be owned. She started planning to drive to a slave auction and put herself up for sale. But the voice of her mother broke her reverie, so much so she had to grab on to a chair to keep her balance. She had to sit down and recover her bearings, finally she grabbed the key, unlocked the collar and put her bath robe on and went to the shower, hoping she can find her balance again.

She continued to receive e-mails from Sam's every couple of days. The opening was still almost a month away and Claire couldn't wait for it, as she hoped the messages would end after that. By the fifth message she finally decided to respond and asked why they wanted her to be present. Their response dismayed her for it stated that they wanted to show her off as an example of the quality slaves they had to offer. In a fit of pique, she responded that she was not a slave, was not interested in being a slave, and did not wish to be displayed as one. The e-mail put Claire in a state of nervous excitement and it took a great deal for her to calm down. They responded a couple of days later and apologised for the tone of the message and that they were not trying to enslave her, though they would want to display her slave naked. This time she responded in a more pleasant tone and informed them that she was sorry but she wouldn't be appearing at the grand opening.

Claire hoped that would be the end of it. She was glad she lived in her small city, though most would call it merely a large town, but she felt a great deal safer here. Her family was here and she knew many of the other residents. She didn't have to worry about the chip sending off any alarms here, as none of the stores or malls had detectors at their entrances and there were few slaves. Even they were almost more of a unban legend, you'd would hear of someone having a slave, but would never see them. If they existed, they were certainly being kept on the down low, no collars visible or even slave outfits, and definitely no naked slaves running around in public, like one would see in the media.

Receiving this constant reminder of her time in slavery from the e-mails caused Claire a great deal of anxiety, and it reinvigorated her slave mind, that she had been successfully pushing away. Now she sometimes would feel her collar around her neck, the Slave Mantras that had been burned into her brain would replay in her mind. She would find herself doing her Slave Exercises and realize that she had just started doing them without thinking, and that she had stripped naked to do them. She looked at her collar that she had been imprisoned in on her last visit to the Sam Store in York and had to have special permission to be removed. She had the key but wasn't sure about if it was safe to put it on again. Claire looked up online about its operation and discovered that the key would only unlock the collar a few times before becoming permeant, short of using power tools. Having had it locked on her neck twice now she closed it for the last time, empty of its slave, making sure no accidents would happen. A couple of weeks after her last e-mail to Sam's Store she found her slave mind again began weakening, with a great feeling of relief. She threw herself into her work at home and the book store, even going to help her uncle and aunt on their farm, which all helped get her back to normal.

In mid-October her father announced he was going to the Regina and asked if she wanted to go. Claire had to think it over, it was a day before the big opening so she thought she wouldn't have any problems. But she felt a slight shiver down her spine at the idea of being so close to a Sam Store, the danger and excitement of being close to an enslaving facility. She finally decided to go, and wearing a warm jacket over a blouse and slacks she set off with her father.

The trip took over two hours, to pass the time the two discussed what had happened on the previous night's television, recent political news and the recent celebrity scandal. In between she would listen to the country music station her dad had on and stare out the window. But there was little to see, the crops were in so the fields were bare. Farms had become so much larger that there were few farmsteads to see. The most interesting part of the trip was the decent into the Qu'Appelle Valley and a change from fields to forest broken by farms. She worried that her father still had questions about what happened to her, wanting to ask, but fearing the answers. Finally, they reached the city with a sense of relief from the boredom as well as the tension of unasked questions.

He father parked the truck off downtown to avoid parking meters, they walked to a Chinese restaurant for lunch and made more small talk. Alone together, Claire could feel some tension between them, should she talk about what happened, or is it better to breach the subject a little at a time? Still to scared to talk to her father, worrying about disappointing him and losing his love she decided to bring it up some other way. After lunch they separated, having informed each other where they were going and her father reminded her to call if anything came up.

Claire's destination was Cornwall Center, a mall that was in the middle of the downtown and a walk of two blocks. She opened one of the doors and heard a buzz which startled her. Then an electronic voice called out "Slave report to customer service." Claire became nervous and tried to act like it wasn't her it was referring to, and hoped that another slave had come in instead. Her heart was pounding as she walked slowly around the mall, then heard the public address system repeat the order. She refused to walk directly to the Customer Service Desk, worrying if she did people would realize it was her being referred to. As she made her way to the desk by this roundabout route, she noticed the Sam Store across from the Shoppers Drug Mart, and hugged the wall as close as possible. Claire could see that the Sam the Slave Man Store had its doors opened just enough for someone to enter or exit. with paper still covering the windows.

Arriving in a state of contained panic she approached the desk, "Sorry your chip detector buzzed when I came in, but I'm not a slave."

"Let me get my reader out, show some skin so I can read it better" Claire opened her coat and blouse and the clerk pressed against her breast. Claire couldn't help but feel a slight quiver of pleasure at doing this, "Yes, I see your not, but your chip says your associated with the Sam's The Slave Man Company, you must have gotten a notification from them about their opening?"

"Yes, I did but I wasn't going to show up, can you tell the computer than I'm not a slave and to stop buzzing me?"

"I sure can." A few moments later she piped up again, "All done, but the computer isn't linked to Sam's so you'll have to go there to get anything else sorted out."

"I don't think I'm going there thank you for your help." Claire decided to do some shopping, deciding to give the slave store a wide berth. She got a call from her sister asking to get a catalogue from the le Vie en Rose, a lingerie store. It didn't occur to her to say no and walked over to the store, forgetting the store was right beside the Sam store.

As she approached the store, she heard a buzz from next store and the order "Slave Claire 562 report to store." This gave her a such a start she even jumped a little. She started to feel a little panic and breathed deeply to calm herself.

"Will this ever-fucking end?" She wondered out loud walked a little unsteadily the few steps to the slave store. She almost felt the opening was dragging her in, tentatively she entered through the narrow opening to the store.

"Welcome back slave, please disrobe for inspection and processing." Without thinking she removed her coat and started undoing her blouse, she was in a daze and removed her blouse and was about to unhook the front of her bra when she stopped herself, putting her blouse back on, but with two buttons undone showing some cleavage, unthinkingly displaying more of her sexuality. She looked around for a clerk, who emerged from the back room where the slave kennels probably were.

A thought sped through her mind. What if she had completely undressed as ordered? Would the clerk simply place a collar on her and lead her to the kennels to be sold the next day at auction? She couldn't help but feel excited at that happening and could feel her sex becoming moist at the thought of it. Her hand moved up to the buttons of her blouse, to undo them again. "Submit to what I should be." She thought, making her sexual organs quiver. She could imagine herself on the auction block again, displaying herself to potential buyers, enticing them to higher bids, then being led away to a life of service and sexual fulfillment.
It took some effort but she pulled herself out of her fantasy just as the manager, a young black male in his 30's whose nametag gave the name Willian Davis, approached her, "Excuse me, your store buzzed me when I went by and ordered me inside." She told him.

He looked her over and said, "I heard, why are you still dressed, and why are you not even wearing an approved Slave Outfit?"

Trying not to be nervous, or angry, she answered slowly, "I'm not a slave, I was just graded at your store in York, England, but I am a free woman." She took a deep breath to give herself strength.

"Come with me." And he took her arm and brought her to the front sales desk, "You should be naked in here anyways."

Claire was fighting to keep her composure, "I wasn't going to come in, your store ordered me inside. You just have to check my chip and I can leave." She was starting to feel warm from all the emotions churning through her. She felt she was losing control of the situation and she would be forcibly enslaved. But that thought started making her slave wet.

He looked at the computer display and read the alert. "Well here it says you're an unowned slave."

Claire was now fighting back tears, but kept trying to be assertive. In a shaking voice she replied, "If I was unowned would I be walking around without a collar?"

"In this weather you could hide your lack of a collar through coats and scarfs." He still didn't seem to want to believe her and definitely wasn't sympathetic.

She decided to take a risk and opened up her blouse and pulled the left side open exposing her left bra covered breast, and said, "Just read the chip please sir." Her legs were feeling weak, she prayed this would work and her chip information would trump the computer.

He brought out the chip reader and scanned the information directly, rather that the stored information about her in the computer, and replied "Yes your right, must be a system glitch, we're not fully plugged into the mall or the companies Central Inventory Control."

A massive feeling of relief flooded Claire, but in the background was a little regret, "Can you fix it please, then I can leave?" New she was crying a little, from her deliverance.

"Yes, I should be able to" in a few minutes he announced "All done, sorry for the inconvenience. Oh, but there is a "Hold Request" on your file."

Surprised at this sudden change, she anxiously asked, "What do you mean?"

"It says you were invited to the store grand opening."

"Yes, I got several e-mails, I declined."

"Well I see your grade is Prime Plus, and you received a Slave Star, I think they would like to show you as an example of the slaves we offer."

"You mean shown off naked, no thank you, I'm not for sale."

"Is your father around we could ask him."

"He will tell you NO in a much stronger language, along with a shotgun." She was trying to scare him, but it was also the truth.

"Can you stay till tomorrow, or just come back? I would really appreciate it."

"We're from out of town and leaving today."

"Well I can keep you in the pens, the slaves aren't being delivered till tomorrow."

"Please, no thank you."

"Just tell him your going home in a couple of days."

"I'm getting a ride with my dad; I'd have to get a bus or get another ride to get home."

"Or you could just stay and get auctioned." He suggested with some relish; Claire rolled her eyes.

"Can I just leave?" Our heroine felt the fear returning and she was becoming tired of resisting.

"Just call your father and tell them you'll get back in a couple of days."

"It's a two-hour ride just to get here so that's a lot to ask of him. Just drop it OK?" Claire was now frustrated and tired and wound up. "Do you have some place to sit down please?"

"Yes, over there by the lockers. It's the disrobing area for those undergoing slave grading."

"Thank you." Replied the agitated young woman. She walked over to the chairs and collapsed on the one on the end. "God this has been a bad few minutes, I feel like screaming."

The young, rather good-looking black manager came up to her. "I do hope you understand my job is to sell and acquire slaves, I have not treated you any different than any other prospect. By the way could I see your slave star?"

Without really thinking Claire unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it and her right bra strap aside to let him inspect it.

He bent over to get a better look, bringing up his finger to touch it, then moving it around the brand. This gave Claire a slight feeling of pleasure which she found was increasing. She looked down and realized he had pulled her right breast out of the bra and was playing with the nipple, bringing Claire to a state of arousal. Her slave training meant she no longer minded if people molested her, and she was more venerable now because of the roller coaster ride of her short visit here.

"When are you meeting up with your father? Maybe you can rest in the kennels if you want, slave naked of course."

That sounded so good right now, she knew he would find it soothing to be back in a slave kennel, safe and sound. She was feeling in like she was in a dream. She looked at her watch, "Maybe I could rest for a half hour there." And removed her blouse and bra without thinking, the manager walked back to the desk and retrieved a collar. Claire got up to remove her skirt, pantyhose and panties, and the black man came up to and locked a collar around her neck. "This doesn't feel like a plastic store collar." She remarked as she felt it in place, almost caressing it.

"Its not, its steel but it's easy to unlock." He reassured her. Claire didn't know if he was telling the truth, and right this second, she didn't care. "Could you stand up and let me inspect this slave?" Without thinking Claire obeyed feeling a tinge of pleasure at being called "slave". She stood up and bent over and spread her legs to allow him to inspect her vagina. His fingers entered her and he remarked, "Yes, you are very slave wet, you'd will fetch a good price at auction wouldn't you slave?"

All she could do was moan softly as his fingers invaded her sex. She almost said "Yes Master" but with difficulty blurted out, to her own disappointment. "I'm not a slave."

"Ah yes so you say now. But you might change your mind, or your father would be more amenable to selling you than you think."

Claire wanted to push against his fingers, she was so aroused. But she was able to draw enough strength to pull away. "I doubt it." She responded quietly. Turning around she saw a strange device behind the manager. She walked over to it to get a closer look, trying to change the subject. Claire looked over at a peculiar device, a large clear cylinder that appeared to be on gimble rings. What the heck is that?" she asked, intrigued by the appearance of the strange device.

The manager looked up at what she was pointing at. "That's a Self Enslavement Machine, popularly known as 'Tracy Machines' after a reporter who got trapped in on live on air. It uses pleasure to force a woman into slavery."

Claire was shocked, and curious, "Why the hell would someone use this contraption if they are going to be enslaved?" Claire couldn't help but find the idea exciting and dangerous, but she wasn't foolish enough to try it.

"It actually can't do that according to provincial law, but it can in other places. The real reason women use it is that they can win prizes the longer you stay in, and it gives outstanding orgasms."

"Wow." Claire went over to in in inspect it closer, "How does it work?" Claire couldn't stop finding this dangerous curiosity compelling.

"Well if the girl stays inside until she agrees to enslavement, then there is a pretty good chance they will accept being made a slave. Maybe they were looking for an excuse, or they think it's legally binding."

"So, she can leave any time?" Claire started to think of actually using it.

"Not quite, she has to stay in for at least fifteen minutes then she can use the safe word and stop it. They can let it restart again in one minute or leave, and have to wait another five minutes before using the safe word again."

"What happens if she says yes to enslavement?" Claire could not stop asking questions about this fear and pleasure inducing machine.

"Well she loses any prizes she won, and the machine places a collar on her and it flashes 'Slave' on its display and announces you've agreed to be enslaved. Its rather embarrassing actually, but I've heard of women coming back for repeated uses of the machine, and that can add up to a magistrate declaring a woman has 'self enslaved' herself."

Claire felt she was being dragged into the machine by a ghost. She couldn't resist, she wanted to know how it felt and how good of a fucking it would give her. "Are you sure it can't actually enslave me?"

"At best it can make you want to be a slave. Please I would love to see someone try it."

Claire opened the door to the capsule and put her arms and legs into position, the manacles locked automatically and she was placed in a spread-eagle position. Then two dildos rose up and entered her vagina and ass, followed by two disks that covered her breasts. She could see a small clock display that showed her progress. "The safe word is 'Banana', remember that. OK starting now."

Then the machine stated, in a voice that reminded Claire of HAL from 2001: A Space Odyssey, "Do you object to the removal of all body hair below the neck? Do you want to be a slave?"

Claire called out loudly, "Yes." then "No." Hoping the machine understands what she was saying yes and no to.

"Refusing will result in punishment, do you wish to change your answer?"

"No." She called out, nervous what would happen next. The machine then turned her upside down and the dildos started inflecting pain like the punishment dildo Amber had used on her in England. She screamed in agony, but she knew she could take it as it wasn't as bad as either her whipping or what Amber had done. All this was making her even more sexually charged.

Now the machine put her right side up again and moved on to its next step. "Do you object to nipple piercings, do you want to be registered as a slave?"

Again, Claire cried out "Yes" and 'No" and then she waited for the machines response. The machine then started having all the pleasure makers do their job on her. Waves of delight washed over her and she felt in heaven as she let herself go and embrace the pleasure. As a trained slave she could let herself go so much easier than regular women and even increase her own gratification.

The machine stopped short of orgasm and then inquired, "Do you wish to reach an orgasm? Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction?"

Claire was so close, and want to say yes to both, but cried out her previous answers. The machine went back to filling her mind and body with ecstasy. Her mind was no longer thinking straight when the machine repeated the same questions again, she couldn't answer and it now gave her both pain and pleasure at the same time. Before the machine could ask again Claire's body exploded in the best orgasm she had ever had, crying out "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

The machine went back to work, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?"

Claire couldn't speak, she was still in the afterglow of her massive orgasm.

Again, the machine repeated the questions, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?" Claire couldn't think so then the machine declared, "Lack of an answer will be punished." She was turned around and flipped over again, now whips appeared and started beating her entire front torso, from breast down to her vagina. She screamed at the torture and her eyes filled with tears and could barely see the clock that now displayed 13:24.

She was returned to the upright position. The machine inquired again, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?"

The torture had woken her up so she was able to answer, "No" then "Yes". And again, the pleasure was used on her. She was now so sensitive she started coming close again.

The machine stopped before she could complete her pleasure, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?" The timer now showed 17:23.

Again, she answered, "No" then "Yes". And again, the machine went to work bringing her to the heights of pleasure. Her body felt like it was on fire that no water could quench.

Again, the machine stopped before she could complete her pleasure, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?" The machine was now using pleasure as a form of torture. Again, she answered as before, but now the machine refused and informed her. "You're not allowed to orgasm until you accept enslavement. Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you want to orgasm?" The clock now read 21:40.

Claire was so close to a massive orgasm, and not being able to have it was now torture, she had no choice but to say "Yes" to everything. Now the machine went to town on Claire and her body was so drowned in pleasure, she couldn't breath. The world opened up and she felt like every organ in her body was having an orgasm.

And then the machine just released her, as she had a collar on already and the displays flashed "Slave" over and over and announced, "You are now a slave, enjoy your new life." She collapsed on the floor in a crumpled heap, delirious and exhausted.

The manager picked her up and up took her to a kennel. He looked at her greedily, "Well little slave girl I've wanted to fuck you since you came in, and now you're in no position to resist." He dropped his pants and pulled out his seven-inch dark brown cock. He pulled her head towards his penis, and pushed it into her mouth. Claire felt the cock enter her mouth, but her only reaction was what her training had given her and she started to weakly suck on it. Rolling her tongue around his cock was all she could do in her weakened condition. He pushed his cock back and forth in her mouth and it quickly got hard. "Ya, you fucking slave girl, you said you accepted slavery and that all you are now aren't you?" He then moved to between her legs and pushed inside her roughly, he wanted her to feel like she was just a slave for anyone to use. However, Claire had been fucked so hard by the machine she was so relaxed and juiced she barely felt the assault at all. The black man grabbed her breasts and massaged them roughly, while fucking her slowly at first, then faster and faster. He pulled her ass off the floor and pushed harder and harder. He soon came with a "Fuck ya." And filled her with his cum. After a few minutes of enjoying the afterglow he got up and got dressed again. "Shit that was good, and maybe you'll have a black baby to remember me by."

He left but Claire had barely noticed he had been there, feeling like it had been a dream. She fell asleep for an hour and woke up feeling better but her legs still felt a little wobbly and her vagina felt well used. She decided to do some slave stretches and hoped it would bring her strength to her muscles. As she did so she realized all she could think about was riding the machine again. She pushed hard against the idea, realizing it could quickly become an addiction that would cause her to be enslaved. She couldn't help but feel secure and happy being in a slave kennel again, the manager had been right to suggest she rest here, even more so since using the machine had wiped her out. After she had finished, she called out to the Manager, Mr. Davis, and he appeared acting friendly.

"Could I have my cell phone so I can call my father so we can go home."

"I offered you a chance to sleep here and be at our grand opening tomorrow. Would you please, I don't think any one has seen a slave star before, you'd get a lot of attention?"

Claire couldn't help but like that idea, having fallen into her slave mindset again. She had realised what was happening to her, but right now she didn't want to resist it. The warm glow from her machine fucking still engulfed her, and her slave mind was giving her a warm comfortable feeling of happiness. She had started thinking of serving a master and she loved the idea, then she realized she was letting her slave mind go to far and pushed that part away. She decided she would just let herself feel happy and contented for a while. And she didn't want to make the long trip home again so soon; she was exhausted from her mechanical adventure and wanted more time to recover, and continue to feel so good.

"I'll call my father and talk with him, but I need my cell." Claire tried to think what to say, of course she wasn't going to mention the self enslavement machine. The manager returned with her cell phone and Claire pondered what to say. However, once she realized it might be easier to explain by text, she wrote this to her father:

Claire: Hey Dad, its hard to explain, but I'm at the Sam Slave Store in Cornwall. Amanda called me to go to a store but it was right beside Sam's and my chip got buzzed by them. There was a mix up but its fixed now. They still want me to be in their Grand Opening and offered to let me stay here in the slave kennels. I know its crazy but I do feel strangely OK with it. Mom told you abut my slave training and although I didn't go into details it did mess up my head. I don't feel like a slave but those feelings are a part of me and I have to accept them. I know this will make you upset but its OK, I'm not going to get sold or anything but there is a part of me that wants to experience a small part of it again. Please don't be mad about it. Text or Call me back please. Love you.

She pressed Send and said "Well here goes nothing."

In a few minutes her cell rang, giving her a jump. She picked it up fearfully.

"Hello Daddy?" Felling like a bad little girl with her hand in the cookie jar.

"What the hell is going on with you? You gave the scare of my life and now I have no idea what's going on with you." Her father loved her and was usually even tempered, and Claire felt terrible about what she's done.

"Please, Please, please calm down dad, its OK, I know it sound crazy, but we see slaves all the time on TV, its not that alien a world." She thought immediately that sounded stupid. "I'm not going to be sold or anything you can talk to the Manager, he'll confirm that."

She gave the phone to the manager "Good afternoon sir, this is the Manager, Mr. Davis, I hope your well." Claire could hear her dad shouting and smiled. "No don't worry we won't sell her without your say so, you can pick her up in a couple of days I guarantee it." more shouting from the other end.

Claire took the phone "It OK dad, I'll be OK, don't get so upset" then she looked at the manager "Will he need a claim ticket?"

"He should to be safe, but you don't really need them anymore."

"OK daddy, come down to the store and get a claim ticket for me just to be safe." She heard him say "OK" weakly, she though he might have been crying. "Oh my god what have I done; can I ever fix this?" She said to herself. "Maybe I should sell myself and let them forget me?" She realized that was a stupid thought, they wouldn't just let her go.

Less than an hour later she heard voices and realized it was her father. He came in and was shocked to see her slave naked. Claire was used to being naked but she realized this was a nightmare for him, seeing her as a slave, a sex object to be sold and used. "Its OK dad I know this looks terrible but I'm used to this, but I'm not going to stay like this either." She put her arms through the bars to touch him. No one had thought to let her out, but Claire wanted the bars to separate herself from what she had done to her dad.
"You shouldn't be." He grumbled, he couldn't help but look at her, she was so beautiful, exuding sexuality. He was ashamed of the way this made him feel, this was his little girl, but now she was something else. Something that aroused him. "My god." He thought to himself he could feel his penis hardening, he felt like he was a horrible person for feeling like this. He couldn't help but look at her perfect B Cup breasts, and it was then he noticed her brand. "What is that?" he insisted.

"I'm sorry I've never mentioned it; it's called a Slave Star. Its given to the most outstanding slave trainee." She had been proud of it but then she realized what it must sound like to her father and looked away.

"I don't know what to think about that."

"Its really because you raised me to be strong, I learned what they wanted me to, but I took every punishment they imposed and didn't break in the end. You know where I trained, they like to say they only turn out slaves, but I walked out of there a free woman to their great surprise."

There was a slight smile on his face, "OK Pumpkin."

The Mr. Davis returned and chimed in "OK here is your claim ticket and if you change your mind on sending her to the auction block her you can come in and sign the paperwork." It looked like her father was going to kill the manager as he grabbed the claim ticket and put it in his wallet.

"If you are concerned there are options." Interjected the black man.

"What are you talking about?" her father replied in a quivering voice. Claire's ears perked up at this.

"Some parents enslave their daughter's as a form of protection. They become not just parent, but their owner, so that they cannot be sold to anyone since they have clear title and any attempt to sell them would be considered theft and even an auction would be declared invalid."

"What the hell are you suggesting?" Demanded her father, showing anger but not wishing to let anyone know that the idea had interested him.

"She would be registered as a full and real slave, but you would be listed has her owner. Her chip would list all that so that no one could take her."

He father became enraged, "You think I want to have my daughter naked, collared and branded within my own house?"

"Actually, most of the so-called rules for slaves is more tradition than actually the law. Governments don't want interfere with people's property, except for protection of slave from excesses. You wouldn't have to do any of that but she would have to wear a collar. However, there is a company that makes a thin ring collar, its legal as a collar but it looks more like jewelry."

Her father was becoming upset, his face was getting red but she also noticed through the bars he had an erection. She realized he was having problems divorcing Claire, his daughter, from the slave she appeared as. He was fighting a emotional war inside himself between his fatherly love, and his carnal love that had just now appeared from out of nowhere in her naked form, and he didn't know how to handle it.

The manager interjected again, "Sir, I will let your daughter out of the kennel and you can inspect her better and consider your options. There are foldable chairs over there if you want to sit down and a room for sexual use of slaves in at the end." At that the middle-aged parent became upset again, but not angry.

The black man left them to talk. Her beloved daddy sat down in her kennel on one of the chairs. He looked at her, with, pity, with sadness, and yes, some lust that terrified him. Claire stood before him like a slave ready for instruction, but she didn't even realize she was doing that. Finally, he spoke, "What do you want pumpkin?" Using his nickname for her, though it had been years since he last used it. "Tell me, I don't think I can understand this and I don't think I ever could. I don't know what to do." He started sobbing quietly. (*)

"I don't plan on becoming a slave, but I feel different in here. Right now, this feel safe, I got very stressed with a misunderstanding that happened earlier but when I'm in here I feel better. I know its because of my training but once I leave and go home, I will get better and more like the daughter you remember."

"I don't know when I can come back to get you, it could be a week. I don't really want to drive now but I have to get home to your mother." He said quietly. "I think it will be hard to come back again and see you like this. Even if its just to bring you home. But I will come back." He was bearing a great weight of guilt and was uncertain how to deal with it.

Her father went to the door to the main store and called out that they were finished. The Mr. Davis arrived, "Now you should be warned, I she is left here over thirty days she will come under the 'unclaimed merchandise law' and be sold at auction. Now we do have a digital version of the claim ticket so if you lose it, you can still claim her, but you would need both your ID's and her birth certificate."

Claire interjected and asked, "Can I still release myself, since I was the one who brought myself here and agreed to stay, and not my dad?"

"Not for ten days since a claim ticket has been issued. There is also an option that you or your father can 'rent' yourself out as a slave and leave the kennels. You would have to be passed to an approved mature master who already has a slave, or an organization like a care home."

"How long would that last? If I was there past the thirty-day mark then what?" Claire wanted to know her possible future. She was scared and curious.

"You can do it the full thirty days, but it has to be a minimum of 4 days. If you really like your master you can make it official and be sold to them, but they can also send you back if your unsatisfactory. After thirty days, if you've been with the approved master for at least 14 days he can claim you, but otherwise you would be sent to the auction block automatically."

All Claire could say was, "Yes sir." She felt more like a slave again, feeling like she had lost her dad. That she had walked away from her family.

"Now sir, have you come to a decision about either parental enslavement or just sending her to the auction block?"

"Yes, I have and there is no way in hell that is happening." He said in barely controlled rage, against the manager, against the world, and against himself.

"I know it can be hard to see your daughter as anything but a slave now, are you certain you wouldn't prefer to let her be what she is and sell her? Are you sure you won't change your mind?"

Claire quickly interjected "He won't, and you'd better not push him sir, you won't want to see him any more angry." The manager cleared his throat and they both walked out. Claire worried, had what she had done ruined everything, maybe the manager was right? She slumped on the mattress in the fetal position and cried.

The next day Claire woke up in the pen. There was no soft sunlight peaking into the kennel of slave girl Claire but the turning on of florescent lights. She was not dreaming of the safety and happiness of a cage; she actually was in one. She did feel its protection, and she felt wrapped in a layer of obedience and sexual fulfillment. Her hand stretched out above her to feel its bars of safety, the cold metal against her hand making her content. The very feeling of her pen made her body shiver in excitement and her sex responded with pleasure at her confinement. Quickly the lights of the kennels penetrated Claire's eyes and it was not a dream, she was in a warm embrace of slavery.

She got up to drink from the water bowl and use the litter box. She was surprised how well, and how quickly she had adjusted to being in a slave pen again. She decided to do some slave exercises to loosen up, she felt almost calm in here, she even found herself repeating her slave mantras. A sales clerk showed up to open the kennels was surprised to see her there. "I didn't know there was a slave delivery."

Claire wasn't offended by the suggestion but simply said, "I'm not a slave, didn't the manager tell you? Where is he? Look, just read my chip."

"He had to go to the Department of Slave Affairs to make sure everything was in order."

"OK, look just read my chip that should clear everything up."

He went back through the door to the main store and brought the chip reader. Placing it close to her left breast through the bars it beeped and he read the display, "Oh, yes I see your Paroled with a Hold, then why are you here?"

"The company wanted to show me off as example of their product." Claire did feel proud to be a shown like a prize thoroughbred. She was starting to realize what was happening but didn't want to fight it, because it would make it harder to stay here. Besides it was fun.

He looked at the reader again "Wow Prime Plus, no wonder they want to parade you around, why are you still free?"

"I'm not interested in being a slave." At least not right now she said to herself.

"Is that a slave star, I've never seen one in person." Claire turned so he could see it better. "Your wasting your talents, you'd make someone very happy. I know I would be."

"Thank you." Claire replied, knowing that right now he could be completely happy being a slave. She could just let her slave mind take control, start a new life, maybe it would help her family let her go, let her dad forget the pain she caused him. It didn't take long for her to realize that wasn't going to heal her family, they would be heartbroken. She had to go home for them, if not for herself. If she really needed to be a slave, it could wait a few years.

The manager showed up an hour later and greeted her with a smile. "How's our prize slave today?" Claire just smiled and said she was fine, not bothering to correct him. He then moved to the back and opened the loading dock. Soon Claire could hear a truck backing up with a Beep, Beep, Beep, followed by the opening of a rolling door along with shouts and cages being unlocked. Rapidly five slave girls were being hurried into kennels to the sound of whips. Someone more senior than the store manager gave a short speech, "Todays the big day, grand opening of out new store, one of you will be auctioned at the end of the day and begin your new life." Claire found this exciting and erotic, reminding her of the time in York, England when a bunch of slave girls were brought in from a fire damaged store and were sold at a quickly set up auction, an auction that saw her nearly sold. The District Manager then spotted Claire in the pen and came over "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

"Claire 201 983 002 562 Grade Prime Plus." giving her full slave number "Paroled, I was invited to be shown off at the opening." There was a strange feeling of both pride and submissiveness the was she spoke.

"You sure you're not here to be auctioned? You probably should be." He looked her over and noticed the slave star. He pointed to it and argued, "Someone with that should automatically be a slave, she should want and need to be a slave."

The thought sent a shiver up her spine and her knees weakening, but she decided to act differently than how she felt. With a bit of theatrically Claire hit her head against the pen door frame, "I wish people would stop asking me that." Worry started to infiltrate her mind now, could chaos or a mistake send her to the auction block by mistake, as almost happened on her vacation? The more she thought about it the more conflicted she became, but the fact that she was conflicted gave her hope she wasn't giving in to her slave mind anymore. It was easy to find happiness in the thought of slavery when she was alone and in no danger, but misgivings grew when the possibility reared its head in the form of real slave girls and authoritative demands of what should happen to her.

They quickly got the slave girls herded into the pens and Claire found herself with a pen mate, she was dark haired, nice C cups, long hair and had a somewhat better than average body and a nice face. Claire was curious how she ended up here so she asked, "Hi, I'm Claire, can I ask how did you end up as a slave?"

"I'm Cherry, I was stealing from my employer and sentenced to slavery, I've just finished three weeks training and I'm so looking forward to being sold." Claire recognized the full slave conditioning; this is all this girl would ever be now. For Claire, even back in the world it stalked her, trying to enslave her. Here it was worse; the slave life was all around her and her mind quickly accepted it. She was trying to hold on to her fear to keep wanting enslavement at bay.

They made small talk, mostly entertainment gossip but it always came back to talk about slavery. Talking about what they would really like doing as a slave and what they wouldn't. The kind of master they wanted, whether they wanted 'sisters' or not, or even children if their master allowed.

After a few hours the manager came down and ordered them to juice themselves before they would be displayed for the crowd. Claire couldn't help but be nervous since she would be displayed as a slave to a crowd of people, maybe someone who knew her would be there. But she knew she had to join in and juice herself, putting her fingers and slowly massaging her vaginal lips, feeling pleasure emanating from them. She then moved on to her clitoris teasing around till it started to emerge. As she was doing that her other hand was caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers. She felt increasingly warm as she played the same game with her clit as she done with her nipples. Her other hand moved from her breasts to her inside her vagina, slowing pushing one, then two and finally three fingers in. She was coming close to orgasm when an order to stop screamed from her brain. Her training took charge and she would not allow herself to cum, she must be shown off to the crowd "in heat" for their entertainment, and being denied orgasm would also make her more pliable.

The Manager returned again several minutes later and using a whip ordered the girls out of the pens after unlocking them. He personally inspected each slave's wetness with his fingers, giving one girl a hard wack from the whip for not being sufficiently slave wet. He then chained them together in a slave coffle that attached to their collars then he ordered "Back Bracelets" and as each slave obeyed, he placed wide steel cuffs to bind their hands behind them. Finally, he ordered "Open Mouth" and squirted devoicing spay into their mouths. Claire remembered the bitter cold taste of the spray, this made her feel even more vulnerable and this could not help but feel both extremely nervous, and extremely turned on.

The were herded into the main store with difficulty, as the slaves had problems trying to walk in sequence, making the whole procession look rather comical. Finally, they were lined up in front of the display/auction stage and the Manager started his spiel. "Look at these exquisite slave girls, feast your eyes on them, feel the quality." The guests started looking them over, slapping their asses, cupping their breasts and feeling their slave wetness. Pointing to Claire he announced, "Here is something you don't see very often, that brand on her right breast is the mark of extraordinary quality. Means she was the best slave trainee, along with her Prime Plus grade that makes her the Rolex of slaves." Forgetting to mention Claire was not a slave, but as she was devoiced, she could not correct him.

Claire was surprised at first that she wasn't embarrassed at all, but then she noticed Mr. Edwards, a man her father was not on friendly terms with. Not actually enemies, but not friends either. Mr. Edwards was very much a loud and obnoxious jerk, who didn't mind making rude remarks about Claire even when she was still underage. She hoped he wouldn't notice her but very quickly he zeroed in on her.

"So, Claire we see what a slut you really are." He started to roughly massage her breasts. "Love to buy you and show you off to you father like this, or is he the one who sent you here?" Claire wanted to scream she wasn't a slave, but of course couldn't. "Show you off to the whole town, that would be a lot of fun, little bitch." Claire was starting to cry but he didn't care, he jammed his fingers up her vagina. "Fuck, you're a wet slave cunt. I've heard you can 'try before you buy', I'm going to talk to the manager about that." And he slipped away. Claire was relieved he was gone but knew he's was going to be back.

She saw the manager approach with Mr. Edwards and heard he say, "No, I'm sorry sir we are not offering that option on the slaves for this event, and we are only selling one slave tonight and which one has already been decided."

When they approached Claire, Mr. Edwards complained, "Look I'm willing to pay good money for her, even if its only for one day of use." Claire gave the manager a desperate pleading look to help her.

"Oh yes, this one." The manager decided to finally tell the whole truth, "She is just here for this event, She, isn't a slave yet and her father has a claim ticket for her." Claire gave an audible sigh of relief that the manager came through for her. This whole encounter had nearly given her a panic attack, and she had difficulty trying not to wet herself.

"Well that isn't going to stop me, I'll have her as a slave one way or another." As he stormed off Claire gave the manager a silent "thank you". She was a little concerned about his threats, but he was always talking big, and no one really took him seriously.

After about an hour of being bound and on display, the manager released them from the coffle and freed their hands, and they were ordered to mingle with the guests to supply food and drinks to them. Claire was glad she couldn't speak as she knew she would be nervous about answering questions about herself and her situation. The girls picked up trays of food and drink and moved around the room holding up trays for guests. Both the men and the women were handsy with the slaves and a couple pulled Claire closer to inspect her slave star. One had her turn around and chatted with his wife about how a brand would look on Claire, and if they should get a generic or have their own specialized brand made.

Claire had gone back to the sideboard to get more drinks when Mr. Edwards came up behind her, grabbed her arm and pushed her into the slave kennels. Claire was terrified because she knew what was going to happen, and she couldn't call out for help. And anyways she was as good as a slave here and there no such thing as rape with a slave.

"I told you little slave girl I was going to have you and I am." He taunted her. He pushed her into one of the kennels and undid his belt. "Suck it slave, or I'll whip you hard."

She took the small limp cock in her mouth and let it slide into her mouth. She refused to give him much pleasure, she simply let the cock glide back and forth in her mouth. Even this he enjoyed and he very quickly got hard. "Lay on your back like the whore you are." He demanded and Claire complied, feeling that she might be punished for disobeying even though she wasn't a slave. In here no one would care about the niceties of her status. He grabbed her legs and pulled her forward then pushed his small cock inside her. "Ya, fuck your tight. Better than I've had in years." He grabbed her breasts with his sweaty hands and roughly fucked the slave girl. Claire tried to look away but he got angry, "Look at me bitch, I want you to remember who fucked you and who'll be your master." Claire looked back at him but refused to look him in the eyes, instead concentrating on the bars right behind him. He very quickly came and squirted inside her; Claire smiled; she had barely felt him inside her. He then slowly got up and continued to taunt her, "You're a good slave, I'll pay a good price for you and you can have this everyday." He lumbered off unsteadily, then Claire got up and quickly used the shower to clean herself, then snuck back into the party.
Finally, the party was coming to an end and it was time for the grand finale. The girls were lined up in behind the stage and one was brought forward to be auctioned. She was a dark-haired girl, early 20's Claire guessed, she hadn't talked to her, so she knew nothing of her background, she was average height with C cup breasts and a nice round ass. She began her slave positions by bending down facing the audience showing her hanging breasts, then she turned around and used her fingers to open both of her slave holes for their inspection and enjoyment. While she was doing all this the auctioneer, hired for the occasion, started giving information on the merchandise. He gave her height, weight, breast size and other as well as a brief biography. He started calling out bids and praising the quality of the slave. As the slave continued her slave positions the crowd became more excited and the bids continually increased. The crowd became excited as a bidding war broke out between a middle-aged white man and a younger black woman. Finally, the man relented, and the woman won the prize with a "Sold for $20,000!" Throughout the drama of the auction, Claire became increasingly sexually excited and she could feel her slave juices running down her leg. Thankfully no one noticed as all eyes were on the slave girl on the block. The manager announced that the party was at its end and as the guests filed out the slaves cleaned up the mess. When the clerk took the girls back to the pens, Claire was still so excited she juiced herself till she had a slavegasam after she was left alone.

Claire's mind was in turmoil all that night, she didn't know if she could go back home, would her father even pick her up, or just leave her to be sold? Would Mr. Edwards brag to her father what he had done, making it look like she was a willing participant? She was terrified what might happen, her farther driving angry and getting into an accident. Maybe they both need some time to calm down? Now she didn't like the feeling of being in the kennel, the walls felt like they were closing in on her and she took some deep breaths to calm herself. She felt better quickly but still felt uneasy being locked up. The calm she had associated with a kennel had evaporated, but she also knew she wasn't going to be ready to leave tomorrow.

Before he locked up for the night the manager came into the kennels to check on the slaves. Claire called out to him, now that the devoicing spray had worn off, "Please could you call my father?"

"Yes, I can, why?"

"I think he should wait a couple of days to pick me up, tell him I don't want him doing so much driving two days in a row, and I know he's upset and I don't want him to drive while distracted."

"Yes, I don't mind you staying here, the longer you stay the better chance you'll end up as stock."

Claire let that pass and asked. "Can you call him in front of me, so I can tell him your telling the truth?"

"Yes, no problem with that." He got his IPhone out of his pocket and Claire gave him the number. "Hello Mr. Anderson, this is Mr. Davis from Sam The Slave Man calling about your daughter... No there is no problem with her she just wanted me to ask you to wait a couple of days to pick her up as she didn't want you to do so much driving. She's perfectly happy staying in the kennels." He nodded his head listening to her father. "Yes, she can tell you herself, and don't worry, there is little chance she will be sold in the next few days." Some more nodding. "Yes, I perfectly understand, here is your daughter."

"Hello daddy? I'm OK, I'm just worried about you OK?"

Silence, then, "I'm having a little trouble seeing you like that. I need some time; I was going to call and tell the store I wouldn't be in for a few days."

"OK... Please daddy I love you and I do want to come home. And I'm glad you're not going to drive while all this is still making you upset."

"I know, I just can't handle it right now, but I'll be there in a few days. You can give the phone back the manager, OK?"

Claire handed the phone back to the manager and then he began talking to her father again, "Yes sir have you given any thought about selling your daughter or using the protective enslavement I suggested." As he walked away his voice trailed off, but she could hear that they were still talking, and she didn't hear any yelling. Claire was worried, what was her father thinking? She instantly started thinking the worse and again had to calm herself.

She finally fell asleep and had a dream of riding a horse wild and free through fields and forest, she was naked, and her hair was flying in the breeze happy and carefree. When she awoke, she was startled to see herself imprisoned in a slave kennel. She was groggy at first and it took a while for her to remember why she was here. She finally got up in time for a store clerk to open the door from the main store and turn the lights on. He called out, "Wake up slave sluts. First day of business, show off well and you'll make good money and find a good home." Claire wondered whether to tell him her status or not, but he quickly left leaving the slave girls to do their slave exercises and slave mantras. Claire wasn't sure what to do so she just decided to join in.

They all repeated, "A slave has no rights. I exist to please my Master and my master's friends. I am branded to show my Master owns my body. My Master's slave whip hangs on the wall and when I disobey, I crawl to my Master with the whip in my teeth begging for punishment. I am a slave girl. At night I juice myself and dream of my master's touch. My mouth is to say yes and please my Master. When I don't want to do something, I say 'Yes Master'. I am a slave girl. I love my kennel and must keep it clean. I have no rights." As she repeated them, she went through her slave exercises to stretch and tone her body. Slowly she felt better, calmer, happier. Slight ripples of pleasure flowed through her body and thinking about it she realized this is how they make such loyal slaves. They WANT to be slaves, they NEED to be slaves, slavery makes them happy. Then a thought burst through her mind, "I wants to be a slave, I needs to be a slave, slavery will make me happy." She took deep breaths and thought about serving her Master. "Sign the enslavement documents and be happy." She said out loud. She started to juice herself. "Yes, this is what you want." She was so happy, and the pleasure was overwhelming her, but her reverie was horribly broken.

"Well, well, the little slave girl is slave hot and juicy." Taunted Mr. Edwards. Claire looked over and saw him, to her horror, standing just outside her kennel. "Looks like your ready to be sold, aren't you? No use denying it just come over her and I'll take you to the front desk and we can start to process you."

Claire's arms slumped to her side and she now felt complete revulsion, "Go away." Is all she could whisper. She started crying and covered her eyes with her hands, "Please."

"Is that any way to treat your new Master? That's damn disrespectful, I should use the whip on you."

A clerk, a young man, came in and asked. "Is there a problem here?"

"I'm here to pick up my new slave and she is being disobedient, she needs correction."

"I'm very sorry sir, your right." He didn't know Claire and hadn't checked the status of the slaves on the computer yet, so he took the gentlemen at his word and grabbed the whip and opened the door to Claire's kennel and dragged her to the main store. Claire found herself too scared to speak, she froze like in a bad dream. The clerk then tied Claire to the punishment pole and asked. "Do you wish to discipline your slave yourself?"

"Damn right I do." He then grabbed the whip and wildly swung the whip against the back of the terrified slave girl.

The pain exploded at the strike and Claire screamed, now she found her voice. "Stop, I'm not his slave, he's lying. Check my chip."

The clerk was surprised at this plea, he had never seen a slave speak up like this and became confused. The fake master swung the whip again hitting the innocent free woman, again resulting in a scream of agony. He finally spoke up, "Sir, you said this is your slave, if it isn't you are breaking the law and must stop now."

"She's going to be mine; she won't say no after this."

"Sir, I order you to immediately stop or I will call security."

"Fuck off."

The clerk rushed to the desk and pushed the panic button. Even so the mad man continued to beat the poor girl. Soon he was tackled by two security men as more entered the store. The clerk let Claire down from the punishment pole and helped her down to the floor. He told her he would be back and went to retrieve the chip reader. He then announced, "This is a free woman, that man has assaulted a free woman and tried to falsely claim her as his slave." At this one of the security guards kicked the man in the stomach. Immediately one of the security guards called the police to report the incident. The clerk helped Claire back to her kennel, then called the manager and told him what had happened. "I am so very sorry madam we will pursue charges against him very aggressively. I will call the paramedics and they will take care of you."

Within ten minutes the paramedics arrived and were led to her kennel. They kept it professional, asking questions about allergies or medical problems, then took her blood pressure and checked that the whip didn't break the skin. They carefully pressed the skin and asked how much pain she felt. They finally told her she should be fine, but the pain will probably last a few days. And if she suffers any aftereffects, she should go to the hospital immediately. After they left the manager, terrified about what had happened and how it could ruin his career, offered to let her stay a few days in his apartment in his second bedroom, as his wife was away. He assured her she would be there as a free woman and would be clothed and have her collar removed. Claire gratefully accepted the offer and he brought her to the front desk to remove her collar and gave her the clothes and effects that had been kept in the locker.

She felt better wearing clothes again, but it was painful during the ride to his apartment having to lie against the car seat. Once there she got on the bed and laid on her stomach, which was the only comfortable position. She called her mother to find out how her father was doing and when was he going to come and get her. She didn't tell her what had happened to protect them, but her mother still sensed something was wrong. But as for her questions about her father, her mother hemmed and hawed over how her husband was feeling. Claire got the distinct impression that they didn't know what to do about her and were putting off talking about it. Finally, Claire asked, "Can I come home by myself?"

"Yes, of course you can, your always welcome in our house."

"I wouldn't be able to come home for about ten days though, because of the claim ticket."

All her mother could say was, "OK." They obviously didn't want to decide and leave it up to Claire, or even let the clock runout and let her be sold. But Claire knew that that would be something they would regret, even if they couldn't face up to their daughter's situation right now.

After three days Claire seemed better, so Mr. Davis decided to return her to the store kennels. He admitted that what he had done was most irregular and hadn't informed his district manager what he had done. But then there wasn't anything in the rules to deal what had happened. Having her over he had got to know her better and had come to like her. But still, he did insist that Claire had to strip and be collared before she left the apartment before going back to the store. She didn't feel self conscious about doing it, or even the lustful stares of her temporary roomie. He put her clothes and effects in a garbage bag, and locked a chain to her collar, leading her to his car. When they entered the mall, she began to feel self conscious, knowing people would see her and assume she was a slave. At the front desk he asked if she wished to enslave herself, answered immediately, and firmly, "No." Locked in a kennel again, with the other slave girls. She had to admit that she almost owed Mr. Edward a thank you. She was almost ready to enslave herself, and like Slave Amber back in England, his use of torture broke her wiliness to be enslaved. She had six more days before she could release herself back to freedom, and how would she feel in six days? Would her father come before that?

She was in a different kennel that before, as the one she had been in was now occupied by a dark-haired woman in her 30s. She had a good body, and she greeted Claire with, "Nice new slave meat."

Claire new home wasn't far from her, so she responded. "Aren't you one too? Though not so new."

"I'm just here to get a slave grading for my husband. I'll be out of here soon."

"That depends on how busy they are, they might keep you here several days if they're busy. And are you ready to be shown off slave naked for a couple of hours in the front."

"What do you mean, isn't it supposed to be private?"

"Did they tell you that."

"No, I just assumed."

"Well you should have done better research, your going to be graded in public and displayed for everyone to see." The older woman started to panic and called out for a clerk to release her. "Forget about that, once you commit there's no way out until they're done. Unless your husband decides to sell you instead."

"He doesn't know about this, I thought I'd be out in a couple of hours."

"Sure, it can be, but it can take longer. When I had mine, they sent me for a week of slave training."

"I don't want training; I want to leave now."

"Relax, your going nowhere."

Just then a clerk came in and said, "Sorry for the delay, were very busy. Open your mouth please." Claire knew what was coming for her. When the woman did so he sprayed devoicing spray, which quickly rendered her silent. Well so much for that conversation. However, the woman was still trying to talk. "Please settle down lady, you're not going to be talking for the rest of the day, you'll only damage your throat if you try." When she continued to be agitated, he got another spray and used it. She almost instantly calmed down and started smiling. Claire wondered what it was, maybe marijuana or valium? Claire decided to just lay on her mattress and relax.

Laying or sitting on her cot, Claire passed the days playing songs, TV shows, and bits of movies in her head, as well as remembering every stupid thing she ever did. She was realizing that the fact she not trying to be a "happy slave" made being in the kennel incredibly boring. She was starting to wonder how she was going to last the next several days. Letting her slave mind in again would make her long for slavery again, not doing it might drive her crazy. There was little to do except for when they were fed and watered. The highlight of the days was when potential purchasers came back to inspect the stock. When this happened all the girls had to stand up and wait for them to give a girl the quick look over, if they wanted to see more the slave would be brought out to be poked and prodded like an animal, then do their slave positions to show off the merchandise. Even as a free woman Claire had to participate, as she was considered little better than a slave and had to go over the occasional close inspection.

Claire was starting to worry after the third day back with no word from her parents. She had three more days till she could release herself, it might have been only two, but she wasn't sure how the store would count the days. And those days were going to feel long. She asked a clerk if she could talk to the manager. When he arrived, she asked if she could call her parents and find out what was going on. He said he would in exchange for not just sex, but the use of slave pompoir as well. (2) He took her to the tryout bedroom and unzipped his pants. Claire took his cock into her mouth and began to pleasure it. Bobbing her head back and forth he quickly became hard. She had him lie down and she straddled him and slide his cock inside her. She stayed still and started using her vaginal muscles to squeeze and ripple around the black cock. He started moaning and pushing he penis back and forth inside her. He grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them. "Yes, yes, yes." he shouted and almost immediately she could feel his hot cum gush inside her. After a few minutes to catch their breath she got off him and licked him clean. He then got his clothes back in order saying, "That was fantastic, I've heard of this pompoir but never experienced it. Shit you're a fantastic slave."

Claire simply said, "Thank you sir." Then waited a few moments to ask again for her phone. When he brought it to her, she turned it on again and dialed her mother. "Hello mom, it's Claire, is dad coming for me?"

"He can't right now your Aunt Alice had a heart attack and were both in Winnipeg to be with her. We'll be here at least a week."

Claire was close to tears, "Mom do you want me home?"

"Yes of course, we both do, its just we can't come for you now. You can let yourself out in a couple of days right, maybe get the bus."

"Yes, I guess, call the store if anything changes, please. I don't want to stay in here any longer that I have to."

"Of, course dear, hope to see you soon, have fun."

"Have fun." Claire immediately took it the wrong way. Her mother didn't know what to say but Claire thought her parents thought she liked it here. She powered down the phone again and gave it back to the manager. She flopped down on the cot feeling desolate and began to cry.

Claire fell into a major depression; she was tired all the time and had no energy. She'd eat fitfully and just lay on her cot the rest of the day, arising only for customer inspections. The employees noticed her mood, they were sympathetic but from the stores point of view someone in her emotional state was prime candidate to willingly accept slavery. The employees would discuss her sometimes, agreeing slavery would solve her depression. Once or twice customers inspecting her would notice her mood suggest she should accept their offer to be their slave. Saying they had a happy home and would treat her with the love and compassion she needed.

Claire decided to ask the manager if she could leave the kennel during the day, telling him that getting out and about would improve her mood. The manager preferred her depressed, of course, since it would help getting her to enslave herself. She reminded him that those getting graded are often allowed to wonder around while waiting for their session. The manager reminded her back she would have to do that slave naked like them. Claire didn't care, she needed to get out of this place under almost any conditions, short of being sold into slavery.

Allowed her purse to make purchases. Claire wandered around the mall, not thinking that she was slave naked in front of a lot of people, she was long past feeling at all self-conscious about it. It was as normal for her as being clothed. She did notice the looks and liked being looked at and commented on. She had a hamburger and root beer at the A&W and really enjoyed it. The taste of real food and the limited freedom brought her out of her depression and pushed aside the worries about what her parents thought of her. Stuck in the kennel she was alone with her thoughts with nothing to distract her, outside she could push them aside for a while.

She had a few questions directed at her, "Where is your Master?"

To which she replied simply, "I don't have one, I'm just 'on hold' at the store." Hoping it would satisfy their curiosity and not ask more questions.
"Are you for sale?" Was also bandied about.

To which she said simply. "No."

One went so far as to ask, "Are you for rent?"

"I don't think it works that way." She didn't know if that was even a possibility. She wouldn't have minded a good fuck. She was tempted to use the Auto-Enslavement again, but decided no matter how good it felt, it was too addictive to use again.

"Why don't we go to Sam's and find out?" he suggested.

She didn't object to the idea; the Manager had said about being sent to an "approved master" for at least four days which suited Claire fine as it would then be twelve days in and then she could release herself. "OK, lets go see, but I doubt it." The man was average looking, brown hair and brown eyes, looked to be in good shape and looked about six feet tall and in his thirties.

They walked back to the store (which greeted her with "Welcome back Slave Claire") and found the Manager. "Oh no that is impossible, you are not on the approved list so you can't rent her, sorry." Was his response to their query.

The would-be renter changed tack. "I've heard of 'try before you buy', is that an option?"

The manager became thoughtful. "Theoretically no, she's not available for sale you see. However, if she wants to, I wouldn't object. Nevertheless, you would have to do it on the premises. We do have a private room with a double bed for customer use."

"Can I do her in her kennel?" The man now was noticeably increasingly excited, with some beads of sweat forming on his face, faster breathing and rise in the pitch of his voice.

"Yes, that is allowed, again that is usually limited to slaves but I would ask you not to talk too much about it to others after, or at least don't say it was here as it could cause me some problems if it got back to my district manager."

"I'm OK with it." Claire chimed in without being asked her opinion. She was also becoming aroused and could feel the wetness forming inside her. She was almost ready to jump the man right here in the store.

The Manager brought them back to the kennels, after first retrieving Claire's purse. They entered her kennel and the manager said, "I would like to stay and watch but I'm short staffed so have to keep the business humming."

Claire stood in front of the man, who she now found out his name was Robert, and let him inspect her. The other slaves started watching, as the walls were only bars so they could see everything that went on. She put her hands above her head and slowly turned around for him to observe.

The other slaves started commenting, "Give him a nice show sister." "Let him see the goods." "Don't take too long getting to the main event." In response Claire turned her back to him and bent over and used her fingers to spread her vaginal lips and ass hole, leading to one of the other slaves commenting "That's the way you do it girls."

Claire decided to do her deluxe service and slowly undid his belt, snap and zipper with her teeth, looking at him lustily as she did it. She used her hands to pull down his pants and helped him step out of them. The slave girl then started licking his cock through his boxer shorts feeling it was already hard. Using her teeth again, she pulled down his underwear and kissed his hard cock.

The other girls began commenting again, "Nice one." "Claire's lucked out." And so forth, for slaves are taught never to suggest a masters sex organ is sub par. In fact, it was about average, six inches or less but Claire purred like it was huge like a good little slave. She kissed it and then licked the tip, she could feel it shiver when she did so, and slowly let it slide inside her mouth licking it as it did so. Her left hand caressed his balls as she bobbed her head to slide the cock back and forth in her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and moaned at the pleasure she was giving him. More comments came, "Does it taste good?" "Work it girl." "Do it right and maybe he'll buy you."

Claire didn't want him coming too soon as she wanted her pleasure to. She got up and lead him to lie down on the mattress and after sucking his cock again for a minute to make sure it was hard, slowly lowered herself on to it. She started using her Pompoir on him which caused his eyes to widen his body to stiffen and call out "Fuck" and she placed her hands on his firm chest and teased his nipples. She wasn't going to be deprived of her pleasure and started using her Slave Pleasure on herself. Though it dramatically increased her own pleasure she knew its real purpose was to mentally enslave herself to her master. She didn't care and knew she could resist its enslaving if not used more than once. She was bouncing up and down on him and both of them no longer paid attention to the hand clapping, the whistles and hollers of their audience. Claire felt like her body was one big pleasure machine as waves and waves radiated throughout her body. Her mind called out to her to let herself become this sex machine for the rest of her life.

Robert grabbed her around her waist and got up and pushed her against the bars of her kennel. Her neighbour decided to help by massaging his balls and pushing a finger up her ass and moving it around. Claire felt the new instrument of pleasure inside her and gasped. She now orgasmed with her body spasming like it was being electrocuted, screaming "Yes, yes. Fuck yes. Oh my god yes." She felt like her body was exploding in ecstasy and all she could see was a bright white light.

She barely felt her partner come inside her with a holler or feel them slid to the floor as his legs gave out. She also didn't realize she had urinated or even feel the little poop that popped out of her; she had lost control of her body. She ended up on top of him and the two exhausted, pleased and sweaty bodies just laid there, it felt they stayed there for hours (in fact it was only about ten minutes) when Robert stirred and got up. He collected his clothes and showered himself off to the appreciative comments of the other slaves. The Manager came in and asked if she would now accept enslavement, hoping to catch her in a weak moment. Weak she was, so weak she could barely think and when she tried to talk, she couldn't form words, only a baby like babble. He pulled her onto her mattress, and she splayed out her arms and legs while her mind checked out.

Claire slept a good 14 hours, and even when she woke up, she still wasn't thinking clearly. She could barely remember much beyond her name, where she was and that she felt SO GOOD. She again joined in the morning ritual and slave stretches and mantras which came to her without thinking. The stretches gave her muscle's some of their strength back, the intense sex of the previous day still had her feeling weak. She didn't really think much the rest of the day; she just did as she was told, showing off to customers when they came to the kennels to inspect the slaves. She would raise her hands over her head and slowly turn around for their inspection, then bend over and show off her pleasure holes same as the other slaves. When ordered, she would come out to let them feel her up, having their hands run all over her body, pushing inside her pleasure holes, pinching her nipples and so forth. Her body felt extra sensitive and everything they did to her felt good, even a smack on the bottom made her excited. It was only towards evening that Claire started coming to her senses. As her mental fog lifted, she slowly came to realize just how much pleasure she had unleashed on herself; the slave pleasure had been so much more intense that the previous times she had used it, and she didn't know if she could release again.

"I should be thinking more about getting out of here." She told herself. "I'm letting myself slip into slave mode again. It feels good, I know, becoming a slave would be so easy for me. I could be perfectly happy serving the sexual needs of a master. I hope it would be more than that but if not, I would still be fine with it. Maybe I shouldn't take the 'easy way out', maybe I should walk the harder path for as long as possible. I know they keep telling me I should be a slave, that it is my fate, that I am a slave in all but law. Possibly, but perhaps not right now."

After the store had closed the manager came up to her kennel. "I still don't have enough employees, and I want you to help with that."

"Help, how?"

"I want you as a 'Slave Employee', work here in the store instead of staying in the kennel all day, you do have retail experience I hope, and you have had plenty of experience in slave stores I have been told?"

"What's a slave employee, would that be the same as the rental thing you told me about? And yes, I have worked in a few retail places."

"It's much the same, the four days minimum service would be the same, but you would be registered as Store Property, not as 'In holding' so you would be a slave. But it wouldn't be any different if you were sent out as a rental."

"I wouldn't be officially registered as a slave, right?" Claire voice quivered nervously.

"No, not with the authorities, but you would be registered in our database as a slave."

"But that would be changed when I leave, wouldn't it?" Claire had to sit down and started breathing deeply to calm down.

"No, I'm sorry but the software we have won't let us mark a person from 'slave' back to 'free', so once your listed by the store as a slave it cannot be undone. The best that could be done it to list you as 'Released', any time you came into a Sam Store you would be a considered a company slave and could be made to work for a day, or held in the kennels for a few days, hoping for a change of status."

"That's crazy, who would do it then? Can't I just do it without be listed as store property?"

"Well the 'store slave' listing is supposed to protect you from being accidently sold."

"Why, I'm not listed as a slave now, I'm just 'on hold'. And I can release myself after tomorrow, so I don't think I'll do it."

"Look I really need the help, I'm going to conscript you as help since your still on hold, your status won't change, and I don't think you will try to escape. Theoretically I could do that with any of the slaves here, but Managers never do since there is always the fear of escape attempts."

Claire decided to get more information, "Do I have to go slave naked or can I wear clothes?"

"Naked until you release yourself, after that you can be listed as a temporary employee and get paid. Do you have anyone to stay with here after you leave and wait on your Father to pick you up?"

"I know a few people here, but not well enough to ask them to take me in."

"Well as long as you work slave naked, you'd have to sleep in the kennels, so that would give you someplace to sleep."

So, the next morning the manager let her out of her out of her kennel and gave her some training on how to work the till and where everything was. Claire quickly found she enjoyed having something to do instead of just waiting around all day in the kennel. She lost track of how many times she had to tell customers "Sorry Sir (or Madam), I'm not a slave and I'm not for sale." She took their glances in stride, as well as their grabbing at her breasts and ass, she was slave naked and that made her fair game and she kind of enjoyed it. A few people noticed and asked about her slave star. She would tell them it was a special award for the slave training she had for her grading.

She was alone in the store; the manager was out and her co-worker was having lunch when she found a brochure about Slave Vacations (or as they called it Slavecations) and thumbed through it. Some were for free people to be slaves for a week, while others where for people to participate in a historic slave society's as a free person. One was a Turkish Harem, another Classical Rome. The one that most intrigued her was the Classic Southern Plantation (3), one could go as a lady's slave maid, or as a Southern Bell. Claire loved how the dresses looked but knew actually wearing them would be a special type of torture for a modern woman.

She put the magazine down when three middle aged men came in. She ignored the stares at her breasts as she asked if she could help them with anything. The taller one said they wanted to rent a slave.

"I'm sorry, we don't rent slaves, you'd find something like that at a Slave Brothel. You can also find master's willing to rent out their slaves on online classified's sites."

The shorter and flabbier one responded, "How about we just take you?"

"Sorry Gentlemen, I'm not a slave and I'm not for sale or rent."

"Well show us the slaves you have, maybe we'll bid on the next auction if we see one, we like." Suggested the one with dirty blond hair.

Claire took them to the back, there were no women waiting on slave grading so all the girls in cages were slaves. The men looked them over, making crude comments about them.

The tall one said, "There's nothing as good as you here. Why aren't you for sale?"

"Thank you, and as I said I'm not a slave. I was just here for a grading and my dad hasn't come for me yet." It was easier to lie than explain her complicated situation.

The short one found the Slave Tryout Room and said, "Hey, there is a bedroom here."

Claire decided not to say anything, but the third man called out, "Ya, I heard you can try before you buy. That's what its for."

The short one then suggested, "Why don't we try this bitch if we can't buy her?"

Claire pleaded, "No, no please don't do this." As the other two men grabbed her arms and dragged her to the room. Claire knew she couldn't stop them, and no one would care as she was slave naked.

They threw her on the bed and dropped their pants, the tall one (obviously the leader) came up to her with his limp medium sized dick and ordered, "Suck it slave." Claire did as she was told, but she was as sure as hell wasn't going to give them a good time. She didn't lick it she just let the cock side back and forth in her mouth. As she did so she could see the other two stroking their small penises. The one she had been giving the blowjob to got hard quickly and pushed her down on the bed, she spread her legs to stop him from forcing them open. "Bitch knows what she's good for." He spit out. He rammed his not completely hard cock in her and started raping her.

The one with blondish hair came up and, ordered, "Use you mouth slave." And pressed it against her lips. She let it slide in and he grabbed her head and started pumping her mouth while his friend continued to fuck her pussy. "Turn over Jim, I wanna fuck her ass." His friend eagerly complied and exposed Claire's ass to the rapist. He lined up behind her and pushed his dry cock in her ass. Claire cried out in pain as there was no lubrication and the man himself grunted in discomfort. The last one, the short overweight one, then came up and without saying anything grabbed her head to turn it around and rammed his small cock in her mouth. Claire was now being raped by three cocks that probably rarely got near a woman who they weren't paying for. Claire was feeling humiliated and used and angry. The only good thing was that they all came quickly, the whole thing lasting barely ten minutes.

When they were finished, they got up and actually high-fived each other for their accomplishment. Claire refused to cry in front of them, and they stopped noticing her almost immediately. They go what they wanted and left thinking themselves as big men. As soon as they left Claire, she let the tears out and went into the fetal position. After several minutes she yelled at herself, "What the fuck you think your doing? Get up and clean your self up and report them to the store." The police probably wouldn't do anything, but hopefully the store would ban them permanently. She got up and headed to the shower to clean herself off. The other slave girls voiced concern and support as she passed close.

When the manager got back, she reported what happened, she pointed them out on the men on the security cameras and the manager assured her he would inform the police and the mall security to stop them if they showed up again. "The police might not be able to do much if you complain, but I can complain that they committed violence on store premises, and they may act on that."

Claire insisted on getting back to work to keep her mind off what happened, and showing she wasn't going to be defeated. Claire was surprised that she felt so much better after only a couple of hours. She wondered if that was part of her Slave Mind, supposedly meant to remind her she was a slave with no rights and lived to serve and be used. Maybe now it was being useful in helping her to recover quickly.

By the end of the day, she was exhausted and her mouth, vagina, and especially ass ached from their violation. She was glad to get back to her kennel bed to be able to sleep. The manager told her he wouldn't lock the door so she wouldn't feel trapped and in danger. "Lock it, it will make me feel safer." She told him and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, she decided to join in the slave stretches and mantra's again. It did make her feel better and she was very surprised when she thought of yesterdays assault, she got a pleasurable shiver up her spine. Her slave training was kicking in again, telling her she had pleased the men and that was what she was for. She put her head in her hands after finishing (she couldn't make herself stop her slave exercises till she was done) and groaned, "Now what is happening to me?"

The manager let her out and asked, "Are you releasing yourself today?"

"I have to call my parents, but probably not today." She retrieved her phone and saw a message from her parents.

Mom - Claire honey, I'm sorry your Aunt Agatha has taken a turn for the worse. The don't think she is going to make it. We're starting to arrange her funeral so it will be at least another week before we get home, probably longer.

Claire - I'm so sorry about Aunt Agatha, but I really need to know if Dad is going to claim me from here. I don't know anyone here and I would have to get the bus to get home Yorkton doesn't have car rental place so I can't rent a car in Regina and drop it off when I get home. I need Dad to come for me, so I know you still love me.

She received a message a half hour later.

Mom - Of course we still want you home, it's just with your Aunt dying I don't know when you father can come get you. You can release yourself soon, can't you? The bus isn't so bad, just take it, I know its inconvenient, but it means you can get home faster, though I know you'd be alone in the house since your sister is with us.

Claire - I'll do that if I absolutely have to, but dad was so hurt seeing me like a slave, I need him to come gets me to know everything is good between us, And the drive will give us plenty of time to talk about what happened.

Mom - I understand Claire, but do you really want to stay there longer that you must?

Claire - Not really, but there are options, so I don't have to stay locked up.

Her mother responded back that she was glad to hear that and said her goodbyes. Claire sat down and contemplated those options. She decided to go to work in the store as usual, it gave her something to do while she considered how to move forward.

The manager decided to suggest an option, "Instead of staying here, you could come home with me as me and my wife's unofficial temporary slave, and you will continue to work here." Claire peppered him with questions and he told her, "Your chip will read that you are our slave, but you won't be entered into our records as a slave, so no worry that you'll permanently be considered a slave by the company. You will have to either be slave naked or wear slave clothing while you serve. If I want you to only work half days so that you can use the afternoon to take care of the apartment and prepare dinner, there is a bus that will take you to there and I will get you a bus pass."
Claire was out of questions and felt compelled to accept the offer. She wanted out of the kennels and serving as a slave would come easily to her. Why she didn't just release herself and get the bus home didn't occur to her. He immediately replaced the basic steel collar with a thicker and heaver one that had both GPS tracking and shock capability. "This is a real slave collar; it's the newest model and it needs a unique key and a number code sent by a smart phone to unlock it." It gave Claire the shivers of both fear and pleasure, as well a sense of belonging to someone. Claire then continued to work till the end of the day, dealing with conflicting emotions over what she had agreed to. The collar was noticeably heavier, and she had a hard time stopping herself from touching it, it made her feel so much more submissive.

During a break, Mr. Davis had Claire try on some slave clothing and bought a couple of outfits. They were tight but warm, for the coolness of October in Saskatchewan had arrived. Then, after they had finished closing the store the manager placed a chain on Claire's collar.

"Is that really necessary? I'm not going to run away."

"I know, but you are going to be treated like a real slave and I like the idea of leading you around like one."

The put Claire's effects in a garage bag and walked through the mall to the parkade where he placed her in the front passenger seat. "I've always wanted to have this done for me; I want you to suck me off right now."

Claire didn't even think of saying no and unzipped his pants. She slowly caressed his cock as she brought it out from his briefs. It was hard with the steering wheel so close, but Claire licked the tip slowly, then had her tongue twirl around the cock head. It rapidly became hard and she switched to puckering her lips and slowly pushing his manhood between them into her mouth. She continued to push it in with her lips pushed tight and having her tongue rotate around it. As soon as she pushed the penis all the way in, she held it there, holding her gag reflex. Then she back away and started bobbing her head back and forth allowing the cock to slide between her lips and bring the head back in range of her tongue. She could hear his moans of pleasure and he came hard with a rush of cum flowing down her throat.

Extremely pleased he said, "That was wonderful, but I'm going to want to use all of you, and hope to keep you, and my wife will feel the same." After Claire licked him clean and did his pants up again, they drove to his apartment. She remembered the place from her time in recovery there, for which she was grateful. When they entered the apartment his wife greeted them, "I see you took your time getting home with our new toy." Claire kept her head down, knowing to speak only when spoken too. Mistress came up to her, "Well let's check this girl over, remove your clothes." Claire immediately did so and then put her hands on her head to give her access to all her body. "Good looks, has one of those very 'young' looking faces, breasts small but perky, a nice ass too." She came closer and inspected her brand. "So, this is a slave star, read about them but never seen one in person."

Claire had of course long since lost any feeling of shame or embarrassment and being inspected. Her time at the store had made it pretty much normal and she followed orders automatically. She was ordered to accompany them to their bedroom, where she helped them undress from their work clothes and got him into shirt and slacks, and her into a pair of yoga pants and loose tank top. Once that was done, she stood and waited for orders. She assisted her mistress, whose name was Angela, in making supper. The only conversation that passed between them was orders from mistress and Claire asking where a required item was. As they ate, Claire cleaned up mess from the food preparation and soaked some of the pans. When they finished, she removed the dishes and brought a store-bought dessert that was on the sideboard. After they left the kitchen, Claire finished with the clean up while eating some of the leftovers as he had not acquired any slave kibble, then went to the living room and waited for orders. Eventually she was shown where everything was and was told to place her cot at the end of their bed as the apartment didn't have a slave kennel (4).

When bedtime came, Claire again helped undress them after which she was ordered to pleasure them. She started with giving Mr. Davis a blowjob to harden his black penis. While she did that, she used her hand to caress her mistresses' vaginal lips and tease her clit. As usual she started by kissing the head of the penis, then licking the head, feeling him shiver with pleasure. Soon she pushed the cock through her lips, pressing on it as it entered. Inside her mouth her tongue continued to caress it. At the same time her fingers were teasing mistresses' vaginal lips with slow caresses. Once he was hard, she was ordered to make him cum first. She straddled his cock and slowly lowered herself onto his manhood. Then, concentrating, she started pulsating her vaginal muscles and acted like a human vibrator. Moans of pleasure emanated from him; he began jerking as his enjoyment increased to levels, he had only experienced with her. The arching of his back and low moaning showed the results along with his tremors and calls of "Fuck ya" that announced his orgasm with Claire feeling the warm cum spurt inside her.

She then worked her female owner by slowly licking around her vaginal lips. She felt her quiver from the attention and ramped it up by stating to slowly suck on her clit, bringing forth moans of delight. As it slowly emerged, she switched to rolling it between her lips. Mistress started writhing in delight and she started calling out, "More, more." As her mistress legs started pumping back and forth, Claire pressed her tongue firmly against the clitoris while three of her fingers invaded her pussy. Gently she explored inside her pussy, judging mistresses' reactions to her finger movements. Quickly she found her most sensitive spots and massaged them, evoking loud cries from her. Soon with even louder calls of euphoria coming from her, her body convulsed with her explosive climax.

Claire's job finished, she helped her masters into the shower to clean the sweat and other body discharges from their bodies, then help dry them with their bath towels and helped them get into their sleeping wear. After their needs were looked to, she cleaned herself off with a shower and went to lay down on her cot. She ruminated that not only were her masters completely uninterested in pleasuring her, they weren't even interested in participating in their own pleasuring. And Claire considered that rather boring, sure it would be easy to serve them, but she wanted more of a connection to her master if she was going to be a slave. She knew of course for a slave sold at auction it would simply be whoever had the most money and/or was willing to bid the highest would end up as her master.

The next day her first job of the day was to help them get dressed for work, after which she then put on her slave outfit for her day at the store. She made them a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast then cleaned up afterwards, wishing for some appreciative comment from them, but none were uttered and would probably never would be. Master William drove her to the store, and they got the place ready for another business day, with Claire removing her outfit. This morning there was an auction of four of the girls from the kennels, all but one Claire knew. Claire found herself getting excited watching each girl mount the block, show off the goods, and wait nervously looking down on the buyers, gaging what each one was like, and hoping the one that looked like the best master would win the auction. The auctioneer calling out the opening bid and incrementally increasing the price asked, as bidders raised hands to accept the bids, twice causing a bidding war. All of which thrilled Claire and made her want to mount the block herself. It took deep breaths for her to calm down and get back to work, only to get pulled back into the excitement when again a customer suggested she be placed up for sale. Finally, the auction ended with Claire helping to fill out the official ownership certificates and sending the information to the company registry. At one o'clock Claire left work with her slave outfit on and had lunch at the food court.

Taking the bus back to her master's apartment, Claire was forced to stand in the back, as the bus was full, and slaves had to give up their seats to free people. Another slave girl got on and found herself pushed up against Claire. The girl was slightly tanned and had lovely brown hair and brown eyes and D Cup breasts. As their breasts pushed against each other, Claire felt an uncomfortable pleasure from their covered breasts and nipples rubbing against each other, and noticed the other passenger were leering at them. They tried not to look at each other, but Claire felt her nipples harden and pussy slowly moisten from the sexual tension, not helped buy both male and female passengers copping a feel at both the girls. Finally, she couldn't stand it and looked at the other slave girl. Slowly the other girl met her gaze and they smiled at each other. "I'm Claire and you?"

"Pam, nice to meet you."

"Where do you live?" Pam gave her address and after some thought, Claire realized she lived a couple of kilometers (about a mile) from her master's apartment. "Do you take this bus every day at this time?" Hoping she would see her everyday.

"No, I only do it when I have errands." And that was when Claire noticed the shopping bag.

"Just items for your owner?" To which she replied yes.

Some of the passengers started egging them on to do something. Claire decided to accede to their demands by giving Pam a very intense kiss. She put her hand behind her head and pushed her head towards hers, until the two warm and wet lips came together, giving both a glowing rush of pleasure. The other girl pushed her body closer to Claire and both enjoyed the moment, as did the other passengers. Their bodies pressed against each other in mutual hugs almost able to feel each others hearts beating. But too soon, Pam's stop came, and she had to get off and Claire was left with a memory of a brief encounter. Soon after her own stop appeared, and she got off and went to the apartment.

She spent the afternoon cleaning up and preparing so the evening supper. She also indulged in watching television when she was done her chores, mostly watching the SlaveTV cable channel. She had to admit it was more interesting that the soap opera's, talk shows, and Judge Judy type shows on the regular networks. She liked the hijinks of "I Love Slave Tracy" and the cheesy "Undercover Slave Cop" and even "The Slave View" was kind of interesting.

Master William arrived home first, she helped get his coat off and asked him about his day. Then kneeled down to take off he shoes and put on slippers. Claire escorted him to his chair and finished her "proper" greeting by unzipping his pants and pleasuring his cock. After she had finished, they went to the bedroom to change out of his suit and into a sweater - slacks combination. Back downstairs she brought him a cup of coffee and sat on the floor besides his Lazy-Boy.

Claire repeated this for Mistress Angela except she asked first if she would like to be pleasured. Mistress insisted on them going up stairs to change out her work clothes. Once she was naked, she then had Claire pleasure her, which she did by licking around her vaginal lips, feeling them quiver. Then her tongue rolled around the clitoral hood till it emerged, and when it did, she attacked it with her tongue and lips till she came in low moans and trembling body.

When night came, Claire was left to sleep on her cot while her masters pleasured each other.

This pattern continued for a couple of days until Master William announced he had hired another employee and Claire would no longer be needed at the store. Now Claire stayed in the apartment, venturing out to do errands or purchase groceries. Claire knew the more she went out the more people would just consider her a slave. The fact was, that was exactly what she was, she had allowed herself to get so involved in creating a routine for her duties she forgot she had been planning to leave.

However, when the weekend came Mistress Angela threw a wrench into everything. It started with her announcing she wanted more from Claire than just sexual and domestic service. So, she brought her into the second bedroom, and brought out a suitcase and attached a set of shackles to the ceiling, on an adjustable post with four legs she attached two vibrating dildos (one with a clit tickler, called a rabbit) and various other BDSM gear was unpacked from the suitcase. Claire was handcuffed to the shackles and then her legs were locked on to a spreader. Mistress adjusted the shackles to pull Claire up higher, but keeping her flat on her feet. Finally, the dildoes were raised till they were completely inside the slave girl, and then turned high. Waves of pleasure ran up and down her body, and though the restraints were painful the dildoes more than made up for it. Claire started to rock her body as much as the restraint allowed making the pleasure more intense. She started to moan when all of a sudden, a ball gag was lock on her.

"We can't be disturbing the neighbours, can we?" Mistress said almost with a sneer. Claire was shaking all over and it was clear her orgasm would come soon when Claire was rudely awakened from her pleasure place with a hard WACK! on her back from a short whip eliciting a muffled scream from the slave. Pain roared from the spot of the assault, and with the pleasure still running through her, the competition between them overwhelming her. Gradually the pleasure became dominant again when another strike from the whip again attacked her, this time on her breasts, bringing a muffled scream and tears. Mistress decided to inform her, "Don't worry, this is one of those whips that only leave temporary red parks, and not bruises." Right now, Claire didn't care what it left behind, all she thought about was when and how bad would the next strike be. WACK! came the answer a much harder hit than before, Claire's tears blinded her and her legs were giving out. Back and forth this went, pleasure and pain alternating till they merged together and Claire experienced an explosive climax, leaving a limp slave hanging from her manacles. Left to hang for almost a half hour, Claire collapsed to the floor upon her release. "This is what I'm going to do to you, your going to become a pain slave. I'm going to keep this up till you completely associate pain with pleasure. After that the pleasure will cease and there will only be pain that you will think of pleasure." Grabbing Claire's jaw and forcing her to look at her she continued. "And Claire is no longer your name, you will now only be known as #562 do you understand?"

Claire slowly nodded her head while still laying on her side. Inside she was screaming "No, no don't do this please. I'm going home soon, please." and bitter tears fell to the floor. It took an hour for #562 to get to its feet and go to the shower to clean the sweat and the smell from its body. While there it told itself, it should have released itself after the four-day statutory time as a rental slave. But somehow, it couldn't bring itself to tell that to Master William and plan its release. Now it was even more messed up and its feelings of self worth were rapidly slipping away.

#562 was now half way through its thirty-day limit to be claimed by its father before becoming a slave would become automatic.

The next day Mistress added a new indignity, a leather hood. Mistress forced #562 to its knees and pulled its long hair into a ponytail. Then she put the hair in the top rear opening and wrapped and cuff around it, next she tightly pulled the hood over its face and zipped up the rear zipper and locked the small padlock so only she could remove it. The mouth covering was held in place with snaps and she had already removed it. Now she gloated, "You see the lenses over your eyes, they are one way, you can see out but no one can see in. Now you have no identity, no one see your eyes so now you're an object rather than a human." She now placed the cover over the slave things mouth that muffled its attempts at speech. "That will keep you quiet, you now only obey orders, you can't talk, you can't plead with your eyes, you're now nothing but a thing, below even a slave."

The thing was now swirling with emotion, it was terrified of what the hood meant. No one would see it as a person, it was no longer human but an object. It didn't want to look at itself but it had to, going to the mirror it could see it had been erased. It looked more like a sex toy than a human being, there was nothing left of Claire, only #562 an object, a thing, a sex doll. It was now anonymous, nobody, people would see her and look at it strange, but not see a person. But somehow that also made it excited, #562 couldn't understand why, but it made it wet. With no identity no one would recognize it, not even it's parents. Its past was erased, its identity was erased, it was a new thing with none of the past attachments.

#562's thoughts were interrupted by Mistress placing it again in bondage and beginning again its lessons to become a pain slave. Again, massive waves of pleasure flowed through her followed by sharp assaults of pain by the whip. Its body went crazy by having pleasure and then pain inflected on it. Its mind could no longer think clearly, all it felt was its sensations, and sometimes her brain confused which ones were pain and which ones were pleasure.

"Soon you won't need the vibrators, the crack of the whip on your body will bring you to orgasm. And you have to be a slave to keep getting them, you'll have to be my slave." Mistress Angels tormented her. "You won't be able to live without my whip and you have no other identity but #562, anonymous slave."

The slave's ordeal finally ended in multiple orgasms and pain all over. #562 felt everything falling away, what was it? It couldn't answer.

Lucky for #562, Mistress Angela ended up working late all next week, but the hood was kept on. All it had to do was serve Master William when he came home, which was almost frustratingly repetitive. Wake him with sex, make him breakfast help him dress for work and then greet him when he came home by pleasuring him with its mouth, redress him into a more comfortable casual outfit. Sit by his chair until it was time to prepare and serve supper, followed by cleaning up afterward. Then fairly vanilla sex with her on top, then bed time. He was treating #562 differently now, with the loss of identity because of the hood, he treated it more like an object.

It was able to get in touch by text with its mother on it's cellphone:

Claire: Where is dad? When is coming to get me? Please I need to come home.

Mom: We got the flu from somewhere, neither of us are up to a long drive. You should just get the bus to get home.

#562 silently screamed inside, with the cover over its mouth it could do little else. It could remove the gag, it wasn't locked, but it was told only to undo it to drink, eat or give oral pleasure. Everything was conspiring to keep it enslaved. It was starting to get violent nightmares that left it tired and anxious. The mask was increasingly uncomfortable and it finally drove #562 to kneel before Master William.

"I can't take this mask anymore, I want it off, please sir, please."

"It speaks, this must be serious."

"I can't stay here anymore like this; I want to release myself."
"Strong demands from a slave with no name."

"I have a name, and its Claire. Please get this hood off and tomorrow I can go to the store and release myself."

"I will take the hood off if you stay here as Slave Claire a few more days."

Claire knew if she stayed with them for fourteen days, which were almost here, they could claim her if her father failed to claim her, or she didn't release herself; causing her to stay past the thirty-day limit and becoming "unclaimed goods" and sent into real slavery. She kept having to fight the feeling of just letting the clock run out and get it over with. But she knew this would haunt her and her parents and she held on to that as the reason to not let it happen. But to his offer she gave in, she needed to get the hood off even if it meant staying with them the full fourteen days. "Yes, I'll do it, thank you Master." Serving them like a regular slave would be easy, she had become so used to being one.

He got the key and released her from the hood. Feeling the cool chill of the air on her face was a godsend. She asked if she could shower and wash her hair, which he allowed. Claire was shocked at her face, there were indentations and parts of her face looked like it had been rearranged. The shower was heavenly and once over her face looked a bit more normal. She was finally able to get a good night sleep and looked forward to going back to normal slave duties.

The weekend came and Mistress demanded to use the pain slave training one more weekend. Mistress also insisted on #562 wearing the hood once more, with an agreement to use it just for the weekend. Claire gave in, and allowed herself to be used as a faceless pain slave. Again, were the vibrators giving pleasure, the whip giving pain then them coming together to bringing the slave girl a sensory explosion.

However, the next day Mistress set aside the vibrators and just used the whip. "Let's see if you're a pain slave now." And started beating the slave with her whip. Claire was shocked that the pain started to create waves of pleasure in her, building with each stroke. Before she knew it, she was quaking through a strong orgasm. Mistress taunted her, "See, now you will never be anything but a pain slave, you will need pain to cum, you will crave it like nothing else." Claire hoped not, wishing she will be able to have a normal sex life again, with orgasm by pain just an option.

Claire stayed their slave for a couple of more days, passing the fourteen day mark meaning they could lay a claim on her if the thirty-day limit of being unclaimed arrived. Mistress Angela jumped the gun and brought enslavement papers, declaring they can keep her after fourteen days. He husband argued with her and told her that she still had several days left until she was "unclaimed goods".

"I don't care, it's completely obedient, it's a slave and nothing else. She's been here fourteen days and we have no idea if her father is coming to get her."

"She is completely free to release herself; and we can't stop that."

"But she hasn't, has she? She want's to be a slave but won't admit it. Let's make the decision for her and she will obey our decision."

"I don't think she will, between the kennels and here she's has been living as a slave it may be habit but she has already told me she wants to release herself, and I can't ignore that."

"We'll see." And Mistress marched over to Claire and placed the enslavement papers in front of her. "Sign your agreement to become our slave, NOW!"

Claire looked at the papers and brought up all her willpower and firmly said, "No Mistress I can not, I'm sorry."

"What makes you think you can survive out their anymore, you and I both know you're a slave and nothing will change that."

"I'm sorry Mistress, the answer is still no."

"Ungrateful bitch, bring me your whip."

Claire obeyed; she hadn't released herself officially yet so she was still a temporary slave to them. She crawled over to the whip and brought it to mistress in her teeth, and she immediately grabbed it and struck her hard. Claire screamed but then felt a wave of pleasure follow it.

"I don't care if the neighbours hear, they should know you're a slave and slaves need discipline."

Again, the whip swung and aging the piercing pain of the whip struck her back, following with a warm glow of pleasure. Three more-time Mistress hit her and three more times the sharp pain was followed by a slow spread of ecstasy.

Finally, Master William stopped her, "This is enough, she's already said she's releasing herself; you shouldn't even be allowed to use the whip anymore." Mistress responded by throwing down the whip and stomping out of the room. He then addressed Claire, "You will continue to serve as a normal slave and tomorrow you will accompany me to the store and we will process you out. You are damn well cutting it close; six more days and you'd be a slave automatically."

"Has it really been that long?" Claire though to herself. "How did I let this get this far?"

Claire spent the rest of the day as a normal slave, cooking dinner, cleaning up, and pleasuring her masters for the last time. Claire realized that there was still no passion between her and her masters. She was just doing things by rote and they mostly just passively received the pleasure she gave them. "It will be good to leave here, there is little feeling between us." The soon to be free girl had a restless sleep thinking of tomorrow, thinking of returning to her normal life, and getting off this slave detour (again).

The next morning Claire was up early, too excited to sleep much longer. When her masters awoke, she pleasured his regular morning wood, made them breakfast, and helped them dress for work. Claire retrieved her bag of belongings; she had ironed her clothes as they were in pretty bad shape being in the bag for so long and having been jostled around.

Mistress came up to her before leaving, "Take the hood, and the gag, I want them to remind you of who you are and that we want you back, soon."

Claire didn't want anything to do with the objects but just whispered, "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." But it didn't spoil her mood because she was going to be free again, even though a small knot that developed her stomach from the anxiety that the idea of freedom gave her. She knew she was ready, she insisted she was ready, or so she told herself.

Claire wore her slave outfit as the weather had been cooling fast while she had been with them. Even with it on she was still cold, but it was better that nothing. Master William insisted on cuffing her hands and placing a chain on her collar to take her from the car to the store. Entering the store, he checked on the three slaves in the kennels, then checked phone messages on the machine. He brought Claire over to hear one. "This is David Anderson, Claire's father and holder of her claim ticket. I will be coming in Thursday (it was now Wednesday) to get my daughter back. I'm sorry for the delay but its been one thing after another. I'll try to be there early. Tell my daughter we want her home desperately."

Claire heart leapt for joy and she even did a little dance of happiness. Her face broke out in a big, almost goofy smile and she sensed as if a great weight had been lifter from her. The manager asked if she wanted to wait for her father to come for her and she immediately said yes. He told her she would have to be kept in the kennels with the other slave girls. She didn't care, it was practically a second home for her so he took her and locked her in the kennels.

The morning went normally for Claire in the kennels, a couple of close inspections showing off all her holes and letting the customers poke, prod, pinch and molest her. She did what was what was expected of a slave girl ready to be auctioned, of course reminding herself she was going to be reclaimed and set free, one way or another. Besides she didn't want to have to keep reminding people she wasn't going to be up for auction. There was an auction in the afternoon, a gorgeous looking blond with a fantastic figure. She had asked the slave girl why she was here and she said she wanted to be a slave. She didn't have any work skills, she was even a bit lazy; so, spending her time fucking and serving her master looked like a good option, besides she would probably have ended up on the block in a few years anyways.

The auction was very lively and the bids were going up fast. Claire couldn't hear the exact amounts, but the constant shouting of bids told her it was a very action-packed show. There were cheers when the winning bid was announced followed but a lot of hub bub that slowly died away. Claire thought of being mistaken for another lot and pushed onto the block while she tried, increasingly franticly, to explain her situation. She was awakened from her reverie by two more slave girls being brought in. Both were average looking, Choice rather then Prime, both being sold by their families because they stayed too long at home. It reminded her she should get her own apartment when she finally gets home again, though she would need time to decompress from her second slavery adventure. It will feel funny being fully clothed all the time again, and then she realized her collar would be removed, she had forgotten about it, it had become a part of herself as much as her arms and legs. The thought of losing it made her upset and she had to remind herself this is what she wants.

Finally, the day came to an end and the slave were left to sleep in their kennels hoping for a good master to take them. Claire found it hard to sleep she was in such a state of nervous energy. She eventually decided to do some slave mantras and stretches. It was amazing how well it always worked and it took the tension away and allowed her to sleep the dreams of a slave girl.

Early the next morning her father was at the store a couple of hours after it opened, clutching her claim ticket. She was overjoyed to see him; she noticed a tear in his eye and love in his face. She hoped everything was forgiven, and he had accepted what had happened to her and what she was now. She went naked and chained to the front desk to have the ticket verified and her chip changed back to "free". But she knew she would never be completely free, and she had come to accept that.

She was left alone when the manager took her father to his small office. She wasn't allowed in there since she was still being processed and the chip hadn't been changed yet.

Someone came up to her and said, "Come on girl, give us a show, get on the auction block." He then led her to the block and had her stand on it.

"I'm not doing my slave squats; I'm being let go so you have the wrong slave."

"No problem, let us just feast on you up there." Claire decided to turn around and show herself off so as not to make things worse. A couple of the guys called out bids but Claire didn't care, one even said "Sold" but she just ignored him.

As soon as she saw the office door open, she jumped down and walked back to the desk. "Sorry, they thought I was for sale."

Her father's response surprised her. "Well I guess it was an honest mistake."

The manager he recoded her chip and remarked, "I am sorry to see you go, just five more days and you would have been unclaimed goods and could have been sold."

Neither she or her father decided to respond to the suggestion.

"Did you want to take her as is, if so, the chain is complimentary?"

All her father said was "No." Claire thought about being led out of the mall naked, chained and led by her father, somehow this excited her. Her effects were brought to her and she sorted out her clothes and put on her bra and panties, it felt strange next to her skin wearing such things again. She wasn't self conscious getting dressed in front of people, even her father. But it did feel strange to be wearing her own clothes again, the feel was almost alien. There were other people in the store watching her dress, wishing she was doing the opposite, wanting to see her back on the auction block. Once she had dressed then the collar could be removed and she would be officially "free". She did feel self conscious getting her collar removed, it had been on so long it almost felt it belonged there. When it came off, she almost felt naked again. But then her father smiled and said "Lets go home" and gave her a big hug she felt that everything was right in her world again.

1. T. Eaton's is a defunct Canadian Department Store that closed in 1999, in this universe it still exists.
   
   



2. Pompoir is a real ability.
   
   



3. In my Universe I have decided that slavery never ended in the Western World, it just evolved. Thus, the American Civil War never happened, but because of economic changes plantation slavery still ended late in the 19^th century.
   
   



4. Though most modern homes and even apartments come equipped with slave kennels, the historic lack of slaves in Saskatchewan means they are rare in older buildings.
   
   

* ALTERNATE EXPANDED SCENE

"Is that what you want daddy? Is that girl gone for you now and replaced with a slave?"

"I, I don't know anymore. You've made yourself into a sexy slave, and I can't help how I feel."

Claire let her slave mind take over and kneeled in front of her father and unzipped his pants. He was shocked but couldn't tell her no. Pulling his cock from his shorts she began to lick the tip. This elicited a sound of reluctant pleasure. She then let her lips slide over the cock head and bobbed her head slowly to let her lips glide back and forth over her father's penis while having her tongue massage it when it entered her mouth.

Forgetting who she was fucking, thinking only as a slave for her master. She stood up, took his hand to stand up, and undressed him. She then had him lay down on the mattress and straddling him, came down on his cock had it enter her. Her father couldn't think straight anymore as she grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts. Automatically she began performing Slave Pompoir, turning her Vagina into a pleasure vibrator. Her lover had never felt such pleasure and came quickly, with jerks filling her with his sperm.

Still forgetting who he was, she slid down him to lick his manhood clean. They looked at each other like a master and slave, but then remembered who they were they looked away. Her father got up, embarrassed and angry, but Claire persisted in helping him dress again.

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