After Mistress had left us for her own apartment, Eve and I settled in for what would be one of many frustrating nights ahead of us. We only worsened our excitement as we kissed on the couch, as it was all we could do. Our chastity prevented any further contact. After achieving only further frustration for ourselves we decided to turn on the TV. That in itself was a small debate, as I wondered whether mistress would allow it. Eve won the argument by calling me a worry-wort and pointed out that we were still in training. Punishment would come anyways.

The news was concerned almost entirely with the new developments in slavery. Which celebrities had been enslaved and who were now owners of slaves? An interesting segment was being run by Ms. Abrams, who like Eve sported rich red hair, but had a bust size perhaps two letters down the alphabet.

"Hello, I'm Ms. Abrams at the district courthouse where three different lines are stretching just outside the door. Now this first line to the left of the screen is for people who are free and need to conduct either business not related to slavery, or have issues with titles on slaves, or have somehow already found themselves on the end of a lawsuit not two whole days into ownership. This next line in the middle is filled with slaves, most of whom are not yet claimed and looking for a judge ruling on every-day issues which require clearance from the lower-slavery court."

The audience did not necessarily require the explanation to these first two lines. The middle row being entirely naked except for chastity devices and collars which showed their station. The grumpy appearances of the people clothed next to them, not happy to be at the court house for any reason denoted them as citizens still free to complain about the legal system. The third line was however a mystery soon to be answered.

"Now this final line is one that government officials had anticipated, but not nearly in these numbers. These are the folks who believe that they were wrongly not enslaved. Lets go and talk to some of them."

The first-person Ms. Abrams interviewed was a bleach blonde nineteen-year old. After introductions, the woman named Carla began describing her goals. "Well my Ma and Pa both got enslaved and well, I figure I don't got any marketable skills. I'm almost mad they didn't take me. Ain't I pretty enough to be a fuck slave? Either way, I reckin' when I show the judge these girls and my cheer leading skills he'll know I deserve the collar."

"Thank you, Ms. Carla. Let's move along. We have plenty of people here ranging from Carla's age to some elderly folks. Though it does seem to be mostly young people. Hello Sir, do you mind telling us who you are and why you're here?"

"Sure thing Ms. I'm Greg, 36-year-old carpenter and I've always had this kink. I've been going to dungeons since I was about twenty and I can't believe they passed me up. I get that I'm a little beat up, missing the tip of my index finger from work and have coarse hands from it. But I was really expecting to be enslaved. I was on this towns committee to push the amendment through for crying out loud! I get that the registry was being super cautious, but I'm here to exercise my right to forfeit my rights and have them taken from me. Look I've been divorced and alone for eight years, with on and off employment. I just want that security and for someone to take care of me."

"Thank you. This is Ms. Bates from the courthouse for channel seven."

The news switched back to the anchors. "That was a report from Ms. Bates late this afternoon and we have confirmation that Greg has been enslaved, but Ms. Carla was denied when the judge found her to demanding to fit the submissive role of a slave."

The next news segment was on the stock prices of new companies built around the industry. Bondo-tech, the Corey Auction House, and a plethora of other companies were jumping in value. Meanwhile Eve and I realized that there would be no real distraction and contented ourselves with going to bed.

I was awoken by my morning wood straining against the cage and its corrective bars. "How am I supposed to control my erection while sleeping?"

"Don't be grumpy babe, at least yours isn't making you sweat up a storm underneath."

"Well yours isn't trying to skewer your lady-bits either."

"It's impaling your lady bits?" She teased.

"You know what I mean."

The only way I could alleviate the pain and excitement was to distract myself. So, I decided to make us both breakfast. Once Eve was done with her shower I rotated through and cleaned myself as best I could. Just getting soap into my cage was hard and it made me wonder how Eve was fairing with the larger steel implements. When I was out I found Eve looking at her phone.

"Did you see Mistress Tines got Slavers downloaded on our phones?"

"I had not. To be honest I haven't looked at my phone since the night before she claimed us."

"Me either, until just now. It says here that each time we log on, it tracks it and any websites we go to, except anything under the slave registry. Its also got a special notification for her to instruct us."

"Well has she sent us anything?"

"Yes. It just says to go to school, we can bring our backpacks with our computers which she apparently had the software downloaded to as well and when we're done to go to an address. Also we can speak freely so long as we don't disrespect any free folk. Aww, she ended it with telling us to be safe and have fun. Quote, my pretty little slave couple end quote".

"How thoughtful. Where the address?"

"Its blurred out."

I went around the table to read over her shoulder. Sure enough, the blue hyper link was blurred. When Eve held her hand on it, a little help window read

"Your owner has not granted you permission to view this address at this time. If you believe this is in error, you may ping your owner. However, this is not an automatic setting, so be warned."

When we first tried to leave the apartment, our door was still locked. After flexing the door handle, the new lock read a countdown on a small red LCD. We were ten minutes earlier than mistress wanted us to leave. When we were able to leave, we had to scurry in order to make the bus with enough time to spare without looking like we were degenerate runaways. One never knew which day the bus driver would be five minutes early. Instead the bus was ten minutes late. It thankfully gave us time to look at an update which went to our phones at the same time the door had opened. Two bus slave-tickets had been sent to our phones through the app by mistress. When we got on the bus, we would have to tap our phones, showing proof of ridership, along with directions to the driver, who would ensure that we got to the right stop.

"Where's your Mistress?" Katy exclaimed from behind us. Her high shrill and cheery voice causing not only us to jump but the little old man on the bench next to us. By the time we had turned to face her, she was nearly on top of us. "How are you two now that the bitch is gone?" She winked, before grabbing a handful of our asses in either hand, without letting go. Something she would not have done while we were free. This of course made each of us uncomfortable. While Katy was a friend, she wasn't one we'd have considered attractive. Plus, her constant complaints about never finding a man didn't help much. We couldn't help but feel she'd take as much advantage of her new power over us as she could. We couldn't exactly ask her to stop. Let alone say anything in response to her calling our owner a bitch! Finally, she released her grip.

"Oh you two are just so stiff! Well, not you little man. Did your mistress take you home last night? How are those awesome looking tattoos feeling? Are you at least having fun? Did your mistress fuck you two yet?" After we stared at her for a second just trying to comprehend the onslaught of questions she got impatient "Come on you two have to answer me."

"No our mistress has not had any relations with us yet, and actually intends to train us with controlled arousal. We don't even know where our owner lives." I replied

"That's too bad. I've been wondering what kind of raunchy adventure to have; I mean your owner would have with you two. Oh, hey look, it's the bus."

While the free folk were getting on Eve whispered in my ear, "Saved by the bus?"

"Did you also notice her say she wanted a raunchy adventure with us?"

"Yeah I just don't know how long she's been planning it."

"Thank god she can't afford a permit."

When it was time for us to get on the bus we tapped our phones after which a digital voice read out to the whole bus "Slave ID M2349234523. Owner: Harriet Tines. Destination is Metropolitan Science University."

Once the voice was done a circular lock was ejected from the ticket terminal. I looked at it, having never seen it on the bus before or knowing what to do with it. The middle-aged and obviously overworked lady driving the bus rolled her eyes and spat out the window before exclaiming, "Are you fucking stupid? Attach the lock to your leash and put it in the slot on the wall. God these idiots get enslaved and their brains go out the window."

I did as she said attaching the rung to my leash and had to lean over to insert the base of the lock into a deformed channel freshly attached to the wall of the bus behind a row of seats. It jerked out of my hand as an electromagnet engaged, painfully digging my collar into the back of my neck. Eve fared better than myself having observed my own mistake, not that she'd admit it. Of course, her smug look disappeared after the driver condescendingly patted her head exclaiming "See this ones got some brains on her still." Knowing Eve, it took a lot of restraint for her to not mention that she was about to graduate Suma Cum laude.

That would not change how we were treated on campus. Once at the stop, the little round locks released our leashes before sliding into a recovery bin at the back of the bus. When we stepped off it was much like the day before, only this time without mistress to guide our leashes we were stopped frequently. Most of the time it was just some obnoxious freshman on a power trip, demanding answers about who owned us, why were we on campus. Proof that we were owned consisted of a quick twist of the hips to point out our tattoos.

Unfortunately, Evan found us as well. "Hey, where's the lady?"

"If you mean our mistress, she's at work." I replied.

"She's at work, what?" Evan replied with a sneer and anger far to great for the slight infraction.

"Sir." I added.

"Well tell her I'm not going pay her stupid fee. She should be paying me to knock this bitch up."

"That's not how stud fees work, sir." I replied with a hint of iciness in my own voice.

"Are you correcting me, cuck? You better watch your fucking tone!"

"Why, sir?" I asked. Once I had done so his smile grew exposing a couple chipped teeth and some chewing tobacco wedged near his gums.

"Cuz the law says unless your owner says otherwise I can slap you for being disrespectful." He said leaning close into my face. "And I don't see your mistress anywhere, do you?" He asked before leaning back up and backhanding me across the face. "Now how about you crawl on your way to class on your hands and knees." He suggested.

I only hesitated a second or two, but it was enough for another slap which was hard enough to send me to the ground. Evan glared at Eve for her to crawl as well. The humiliating journey to our class earned several snickers but also, I found myself getting hard in the cage despite myself. Further Eve seemed to be getting hot to, her face said everything.

"Why is Evan so fixated on us? There are like twenty other slaves on campus right now. Is it because we're a couple?" I asked

"No its because you're in this couple with me."

"Are you saying he's jealous of a slave boy?"

"No, I never told you but sophomore year he asked me on a date. I declined obviously because we were already dating. He took it well, but when he found out I was dating you he changed. I don't know what it was. Because like, we were friends before that."

"Why me specifically though?"

"Like I said no idea."

After our classes had ended we had to wait a half hour for the bus. Even then we had no idea what address we were even heading to so we decided to wait in the lobby of the chemistry wing, but were kicked out by the secretary who exclaimed "Its bad enough we got slaves going to school. But naked slaves! This is supposed to be a place of higher learning." So we waited in the library where we expected the rules would save us from more harassment.

That was until Beth showed up. I didn't see her enter the library, but Eve announced it with a subtle "shit" which she said under her breath.

"Eve? Mark? Is that you two?" She asked somewhat loudly before the librarian shushed her. Eve put on a fake happy face before standing and replying

"Hi Beth so happy to see you. How's Omni Kappa Phi Delta?"

The two hugged each other before Eve tried to sit down, but Beth held her a moment giggling "Oops, your space bra there's a little cold."

"Well thankfully its padded on the inside."

"I wouldn't have thought your master would want these assets all locked up. Or is it to keep Markey-poo from getting all bothered?"

"No, Mistress wants us orgasm trained."

"Oof, far cry from initiation huh?"

"Oh yes."

I asked "What'd you do for initiation? Eve would never tell me."

Eve shot a look as if to both plead and order "don't."

"Glad to see our members took it seriously, though you could have told Mark I'd trust him." Beth replied.

"That's not necessary." Eve began.

"None sense it's not like if a slave hears it matters. So when we were doing our initiation all the girls had to show up to the house naked. Then they had to roll a dice for the number of shots to drink. After that the girls had to get from Omni Kappa Phi Delta to the frat houses and back, naked. However, many dog whistles they got, would be a spanking on each cheek. If they got through it they were in."

At this point I was chuckling to Eve's chagrin "Sounds like you got a little practice in."

"Ha ha" She replied rolling her eyes.

"I know! You were great! I swear she took longer just to get the attention. I would have died of embarrassment. Luckily I won with no whistles."

"What did that mean?" I asked

"Well it means I got to do the spanking! We have video of it still."

The thought of this rather pretty brunette girl, with double D breasts spanking Eve got me hard again in my cage, all the while Eve and Beth kept talking. I'd be lying if I didn't like the idea of Beth dominating us. I being bound somehow, watching this lady spank my nude wife while wearing some provocative clothes, showing her caramel skin in contrast to Eve's beautiful pale freckled Irish features.

"Wait, you still have the video?"

"Hell, yeah sister. In fact, I showed it to the Slave Registrar when they called me for an interview about you."

"You we're part of our slave profile?" Eve asked. "You got us enslaved?"

"What, me? No. Come on there's so much other stuff to go into it, you know that." Beth responded.

This seemed to cause the slight fear and worry in Eve before Beth continued talking.

"Besides, they only called me after hearing about the modeling work you and Mark did together last summer."

I piped up, "You know Eve, that was definitely enough on its own. Anything that happens at the university, including bondage testing was public info, and definitely enough to have us enslaved."

"I know, just no offense Beth, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with." Eve began before each of our phones made a little chirp. She took it out. "We have to go, Mistress wanted us to catch the next bus."

"Oh, okay. I'll walk out with you. I'm actually in the market for a slave." Beth said, getting up from the table with us.

I asked, "Catching or buying?"

"Catching. I bought two slave catcher's permit three days ago figuring some of the sorority sisters would be available."

"Who else is enslaved?" Eve asked.

"Just you, Tiffany and Stacy, found out about the other two yesterday.

Now Eve was visibly upset. "So you only knew about me beforehand when you bought the permits. You wanted to catch Mark and I."

Beth rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, you caught me, not that it matters though. I'll get my own slaves, just got to be quick before they get claimed."

Our journey from the library to the bus stop was uneventful until we turned a corner around the administration building. There we ran into Stacy, her state issued collar and leather chastity belt signaling to all that she was unclaimed. How the petite blond bimbo was still 'free' always baffled me. Further extent of her idiocy baffled me more.

Stacy was sporting a red bra which covered her a cup breasts and matching red shoes. These became the topic of conversation between her and Beth as Eve and I looked on. Beth began, commenting on poor fashion of the black leather chastity belt in contrast to the red garments, while slowly opening her purse.

"Oh you know, I was actually hoping to get a judge ordered release for a day or so. But with classes and all. Plus, I'm not sure anyone really minds the mismatch..." Stacy said before stopping suddenly. "Oh."

Beth had taken a leash out of her purse, while Stacy exaggerated expressions had her looking every which way but forward. "You know that isn't really funny Beth."

"Shut up, and kneel Stacy I got a permit."

The color drained from Stacy's face while Beth got to work undoing the leather chastity belt. "I uh need to call my parents. Let them know I've been claimed."

"Yeah whatever. Just get it over with quick. We got a busy day ahead. Hey, you two, does your mistress want an extra one of these?" Beth asked holding up the empty leather belt after finishing typing her permit code into the tiny electric lock.

"That's okay. I think Mistress kept mine." Eve replied as we left for the bus.

We received considerably less harassment when boarding the bus. Only this time we didn't know where it would drop us off. I did become concerned when Evan had boarded but he didn't talk to us or interact at all. When our leashes were released from the bus lock, we found ourselves in the heart of downtown. Our phones still did not show us a final address, but instead give step by step directions. I was a little curious to see what would happen if we strayed off course but wasn't curious enough to try. Funny enough as I had the thought a phone call came through and I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was mistress, which meant that the phone 'rang' for two seconds before picking up on its own. "Mark, where are you two? You were supposed to be here five minutes ago." It was of course a loaded question. Our tracking chips would tell her, and any free person with the right permissions where we were.

"We don't know, we're following the direction given on the phones, but it doesn't tell us where we are, Mistress."

"Yes, I know that. The app does tell me where you are and how fast you're moving. Pick up the pace." She ordered. Her tone icy.

Eve and I practically jogged another two minutes to get to the venue. A theater, evidently the one mistress owned. Inside the lobby was moderately busy with patrons on their way to see whatever films were on, and the smell of popcorn assaulted our noses. Mistress Tines was nowhere to be seen. But thankfully, a middle-aged woman, with a kind face we would learn to be Mrs. Crane noticed us, calling out "Oh you two must be Mark and Eve. Mrs. Tines said you'd be coming along, she upstairs. Just go through the stairwell behind the ticket counter."

We thanked her before shuffling past a couple other employees at the foot of the stairwell, evidently still getting used to the sight of practically naked slaves in their presence. When we got upstairs, we found ourselves in an impromptu employee lounge. Beyond which was a locker room, and on the other side an open door leading to Mistress Tines office. She barked an order, which was direct enough to both make us want to freeze in place and be compelled to move at the same time. "Get in here, and lean over my desk, legs apart." We complied quickly before she grabbed each of us by the hair from behind, yanking our heads back. "When I order you two to arrive somewhere, you show some hustle. I have work for you to do. Since you're still new, you will only get a flogging." She said before opening a drawer between the two of us pulling out the proper instrument. She wielded it back and forth so that it hit each of us in a figure eight pattern. When she finished, she demanded we thank her for showing us the error in our ways.
I did so adding, "Thank you mistress, may I recommend you let us drive the car we owned before you claimed us, we could arrive here sooner."

"Did I ask you your opinion on this? You are supposed to be learning a lesson. Not telling me, your owner how to run things!" She yelled. "I don't drive a car, and I get here in plenty of time!"

As she finished her sentence, she grabbed my exposed balls in her left hand and quickly slapped them three times with the other. I howled in pain, jerking my legs into her desk, my animal brain trying to get away from the assault. "QUIET!" She yelled giving one harder smack which knocked the wind out of me. "Yes, you two may drive the car. But I expect you to chauffeur me. It wouldn't be proper for a mistress to take a bus while her slaves drive a car. Next time, you ask if you may suggest an idea. Now, put these uniforms on."

The outfits were much like the ones her employees were wearing, but with minimum modifications. My pants were higher cut to expose my ankle cuffs, with a similar story for the sleeves. Further I did not have a necktie, instead an extended collar was available to fit under my steel collar, clearly displaying the D-ring loop in front. Meanwhile Eve's uniform had her shirt altered in similar manner, only the front had no buttons starting halfway up for obvious reasons, leaving the collar unmodified. Her skirt was a far shorter version of Mrs. Crane's. After a half hour of instruction, we were sent down to man the register under Mrs. Cranes direction, and after a couple hours we would clean the bathrooms under the direction of Fred, a student at the university paying his way through. We didn't really know him all that well but recognized him. He couldn't say he recognized us but was happy he would not have the unenviable task in the near future. As for the rest of the shift, there were really no issues. Most people didn't find it proper to harass 'uniformed' slaves, though they looked at Eve for longer than would be polite. The only issues were when patrons refused to hand their money over to slaves.

Our shift ended near 8:30 when Mistress left the theater in the hands of her assistant manager and we were to follow her out. This time she took a more relaxed stance with us, asking us how we liked working at the theater and how our classes were. She informed us of the emails our professors had sent and the homework we would have that evening but first we were to cook her dinner at our apartment. After a bus ride where we were thankful to have mistress's protection from the already drunken evening crowds we arrived at our apartment and started to cook dinner. When mistress noticed our proportions, she told us to cut it into a third. We would be eating separately.

"You know I read that when people train their dogs, they make sure to eat first to show who's in charge. I'm wondering how that will work out." She teased as we watched her, standing at attention. After dinner was away and cleaned, she sat on the couch and ordered us to sit at her feet. As she watched the evening news, this time another op-ed by Ms. Abrams visiting an auction house kennel, she slowly stripped. Starting with her shoes, after which we were ordered to kiss her feet. As we worked, we could overhear Miss Abrams describe the wonders and horrors of a human kennel.

"Now the owners of this establishment have granted me permission to interview their slaves that are in stock. The auction house is scheduled to do its first sales in four or so days once they know that they'll have enough reserve. Their slaves are divided into several pens by age and sex. Although there are exceptions such as for slaves who cannot legally be separated for various reasons. Also those that are being prepared for special sales, which we may be able to show you." Ms. Abrams described as she walked into the basement of the auction house, which was filled with tall cages, and crowded with human chattel. "Here in this first cage we have slaves who volunteered to be owned by this auction-house with contracts stipulating that should they be enslaved the Slave Registry would transfer their titles here immediately. The registry tells us that only five percent of the enslaved population had taken this option. That's only thirty percent of slaves currently held in these facilities. Another forty percent are slave who had signed contracts of ownership with people they knew, family, friends and neighbors, but have placed their trust in the wrong place as those such people have viewed it as a way to make a quick buck. The last thirty percent are people brought in by slave catchers looking to turn a profit on their permits, or employees of the auction house itself sent to claim and receive on the streets. These females on my right are in that category." She held the microphone up to a slave woman of Indian decent, perhaps twenty, "Tell us your name and how you wound up here."

"My name was Tammy, but the owners have changed it to Crystal. I was a university student studying communications yesterday. But everyone in my family was selected to be a slave. Last night some women broke into our house and shot each of us with a tranquilizer dart. When I woke up I was in the cage."

"Interesting and where is your family?"

"I saw my brother two cells down, but they moved him. My mom and dad were put in the breeder cage two hours ago. I don't know what's happening with them but I have a good guess." She chuckled.

"We will have to follow up with them if we can. Are you enjoying yourself? Is there anything unexpected?"

"Well aside from being claimed like this there are a few things. They pierced my nipples and labia as you can see. I'm surprised they didn't put me back in chastity after. I guess they assume it'll hurt too much for now."

Miss. Abrams continued down to find the breeder cage, inside once could see an Indian woman locked onto a modified saw horse being bred under the supervision of a handler. Her collar was connected to that of a slave one could assume to be her husband. Only he was not the slave behind her. Instead a Hispanic looking slave man, with a burlap bag over his head, and arms locked into a spreader bar with his ankles locked to the slave woman was slowly breeding her. The woman looked annoyed while her husband was pissed. "Hello, I believe I just talked to you daughter Tammy, now Crystal. Mind telling me how you're doing?"

The woman looked up and grunted realizing that her humiliation would be broadcast on television. The same decency laws did not apply to slaves. "I'm being bred next to my husband? How do you think I'm doing?" Abrams didn't respond. "I've given my husband four kids. All of whom were enslaved. I'm not sure what these people think they'll get out of impregnating me with this random man."

"Slave." Miss Abrams corrected.

"Whatever." The slave responded just as the male slave finished in her and was pulled away by the handler.

Mistress turned off the television. "Are you two ready for dinner?" She asked, pointing to her now exposed and generous breasts. We acknowledged going to work sucking on her nipples. A small flash after minute indicated that she had taken a picture of us satisfying two of her endogenous regions. "See, this is how it works. You two serve and obey me. I take care of you." She cooed using her hands to hold our heads into her generous bust to the point where she was nearly cutting off our air supply. Suddenly she pulled our heads back by our hair and stood up, dragging us behind her to the bedroom. There she guided us onto the bed, to face her on all fours. "Now how long did I say you two would be in chastity?"

"One-week Ma'am." Eve replied.

"And how long has it been?"

"One day."

"Oh poor slaves, six more days without this?" She teased pulling her clothes off the rest of the way before bringing our heads back up to suck on her nipples again.

She ordered each of us to turn around after another minute or so. Her hand gently guided our faces against the bed, our asses in the air. I felt an intrusion into my ass as mistress put a well lubed butt plug into my virgin asshole. She repeated it for Eve after taking of her chastity belt. "Happy to have the belt off?" She asked. Eve replied positively moaning as mistress rubbed her pussy. Eve let out a surprised squeak as mistress inserted a small pill into her womanhood. Another more surprised yelp followed when mistress slapped her opening. Finally, she groaned in frustration as mistress re-applied her chastity belt.

Suddenly I felt my plug come to life, and Eve could feel the same with her own devices. Mistress laughed, "That's right my pretties, any time of day anywhere. By the end of this week you'll be begging, won't you? Now time for my fun." Her decision was followed by a smack on each of our rears. "Doesn't mean it can't be fun for you, you each said you like spanking right?"

"Yes Ma'am." We replied in unison."

The spanking lasted for ten minutes; all the while Mistress had our devices set to go off at random times. Once she had contented herself. She taught us how to eat her pussy. Eve wasn't quite as good, so she got more practice while I sucked on mistresses nipple. When she orgasmed, Mistress turned off the devices and brought us out to the kitchen where she locked us to our seats by our collars, ordering us to complete our classwork. When we finished around one in the morning, Mistress came back out of the bedroom from her short one-hour nap to retrieve us. She would spend the night with us, sleeping between the two of us. We were dog tired so the only issue came when Eve tried to go to the bathroom. Mistress grabbed her arm to stop her explaining she would have to ask for permission, and that she'd be flogged in the morning for "trying to run away from a kind and loving mistress."