The Shopping Spree-George
While I waited for her to clean herself I called up her records again. She wasn't very
expensive, especially with my employee's discount. I noted she had been here for half a
year, a very long time. Our turnover is high, and I wondered why she had not sold at the
regular Friday auctions. I scrolled on. ¡.older than the usual run of
merchandise....musical ability....sexual drive levels.... I knew about those; she rivaled any
slave I had ever seen in her need for satisfaction!....Ah! An I.Q. so high the prospective
purchasers must have been scared off!... technological training....
I'd seen enough. Although she was merely a slave now, her background had intimidated
buyers at her earlier showings. I felt the way a speculator feels when he spots a vastly
under-priced stock! Once our marketing department labeled her un-salable, they made no
effort. She had been on maintenance training for four months, being totally wasted! In
another month they would have removed her file from the sales catalog and shipped her
to one of the factories or farms. This time I checked the intention to purchase box on the
display.
"Move it along in there, unless you want me to come get you!" I yelled. "Yes, master", I
heard her say. The shower fell silent. She came back in the room and knelt facing me,
hand crossed behind her back, knees widely spread. I grinned. The sly bitch had shaved
her pubic hair! I laughed out load. "I thought it might please you, master," she said,
looking down then pulling her head up into the approved posture. She kept her eyes
down as a flush spread over her face and shoulders. I could see a faint glistening as her
pussy juice started to flow. "No time for that now," I said, "I've got things to do".
I dressed quickly, snapped the cuffs on her wrists, the leash on her collar, and went in
search of breakfast. I wasn't in the mood for the cafeteria, I wanted real food. There was
a decent coffee shop on the other side of the Center that served what the MDs called
suicide specials; eggs, bacon, fries, and coffee strong enough to wake the dead. As I
hurried along I could hear the cheerful sound of Valerie's slave bells chiming a complex
rhythm. A quick glance showed her heeling me perfectly. Her posture was correct; back
straight, head high. Her breasts bounced nicely; neither too hard and motionless nor too
floppy and saggy. I felt a Cheshire cat grin spread over my face.
We came to the main concourse. It was laid out like a shopping mall with stores rented
from the Center to the businesses. I felt a touch of tension in the leash. Turning around, I
saw her lagging behind the full length of the leash. She was gazing into each store
window as we passed. Something in one of the windows must have interested her enough
to risk a beating; I thought it might be interesting to see what it was.
Shopping Spree-Valerie
When I saw my master heading back towards me I sank quickly to my knees! He had
been in a good mood and I was afraid that if I had spoiled it he would be merciless.
Ignoring me, he went into the store next to us. I quickly followed. It appeared to be a
slave costume store. My master ambled around, looking at this and that until we came to
the front window. In the window was what had distracted me as we passed. "Clever
idea, " my master said, "I'll see if they have one of those for you!" I looked closely. The
mannequins in the window were real! They were slaves used as display models. Each
was fastened in a manner calculated to attract a master's attention.
The one he was looking at was a tall blonde girl. She was mounted on a shiny, high-tech
Swedish Modern dildo stand. Strangely, she was on her toes even though the stand was
not jacked all the way up. I could see several inches of gleaming stainless steel between
the safety bar and the blonde's cunt. Her heavy long hair had been braided together with a
length of chain. Her head was pulled back so she looked at the ceiling and the chain had
been clipped to the ring of a butt plug. In the reflection of the store window I could see
the front of the display. The blonde had been severely gagged with a large rubber ball
fastened at the back of her neck. A thin trickle of saliva drooled from the corners of her
mouth. A chain ran from the center of the ball to a hook on the ceiling. She was holding
her breasts cupped in her hands. Looking more carefully I saw the base of each thumb
had been tied with thin cord to her nipple rings. Her thigh muscles quivered with strain.
Very slowly she was losing the battle; she slowly slid down the dildo as her toes refused
to support her. Just as she reached the safety bar she screamed into the ball gag. I saw
her hands clamp down on her breasts so hard that they bulged out between her fingers.
Her whole body stiffened; she rose on her toes once more, and sagged down again. She
was kept from falling by the ceiling chain and the dildo stand. She was still awake; her
hands relaxed their grip but kept a firm hold. As I thought of my nipple rings being torn
out I shuddered.
"The cycle will repeat in another 30 minutes, if you want to see it again. The shock
system is on a timer to allow her some rest". It was the owner of the store. My master
said "Can I buy one of those stands?" "I could perch this little bird on it when she annoys
me". "Sure," said the owner, "It's one of our best sellers." I started to shake. The idea
that I might spend hours on that stand was horrific. If I really pleased my master he just
might not use the electrical part of the stand. Maybe he wouldn't tie my hands to my
nipple rings; he seemed to like the bells very much.
"Let's see what else is here," master said, "I've got to get you outfitted before we go to
town anyway, they don't permit completely naked slaves in public downtown. "She's very
nice, perhaps I can purchase her from you," the store owner said. "Maybe you can, if the
price is right," my master replied, "Anyway, you can check her out if you wish".
I was commanded to the standing inspection position. The owner poked and prodded.
He carefully took each of my nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulled them up until
I gasped and then let go. "Nice bounce," he commented. I was in terror. I didn't want to
be a store dummy. This man didn't seem to enjoy his slaves; they were just a part of the
business.
I took a chance at displeasing my master and asked, "Master, May I speak?". "What?" he
growled. He was examining one of the other displays. The owner was running his hands
over my newly shaven pubis. "Please don't sell me," I begged. One of his fingers was
sliding into my cunt! "Your wishes don't count", master told me. "Please, please,
please", I begged. The owner stepped away from me and pointed to the ground. I knelt
and fell silent. "On your back, pull your legs up and apart". I arranged myself for his
pleasure. I was crying silently. I didn't want to be sold; not to this man.
He slowly walked around me, studying every square inch of my body intently. He
reached down to flip my nipple rings to the same angle. He sighted across them,
checking the quality of the piercing. My legs were tiring and my stomach muscles were
starting to burn. He crouched next to me and ran his hand over my belly, down my pussy
lips and back again. My belly rippled in reflex. I strained to feel nothing; I concentrated
on blankness; I did not want to respond. He seated himself in a nearby chair and
contemplated me for what seemed forever. Holding this wide-spread position was going
to become impossible soon. Without the extensive exercise in the slave's gym I could
never have held it this long.
"Up, and here to me", he snapped. I lowered my legs with a gasp of relief. Standing up
starting on my back with my hands cuffed was never easy, nor was it graceful. Finally I
stood before him. "Orgasm", he ordered. I was stunned! How did he expect me to have
an orgasm with my hands fastened behind my back? "Don't make me repeat myself!" he
said. I looked around quickly; my master was still browsing; he seemed to be very
interested in the blonde on the stand. I couldn't tell if he was paying any attention to us.
A solution came to me. I moved to the chair. I moved my legs apart and crouched a
little. Yes! The armrest of the chair was at the right level. I inched forward. He moved
his hand off the end of the armrest. I slowly moved my body against the end of the
armrest. I moved in closer. Now I was straddling the end. I ground my naked pussy
against the chrome steel. It was smooth and icy cold. I moved back and forth on the
steel; looking down, I could see its shine become dulled as my juices covered it. It was
warming up from my body heat. I didn't want this at all. This man would not be a good
master. He would use me up and discard me to the mills. I fought the climax as it came,
trying to lessen my responses. When I finally managed to come I just went rigid for a
moment. I did not want to appeal to this man.
He didn't look unhappy. As I took a step backwards from the chair, he got up and walked
to where my master stood. "Clean that chair off", he said. I knelt next to the chair and
carefully licked my juices off the armrest. When it was clean I polished it with the
underside of my breasts. I did this slowly, so my bells wouldn't ring. I listened intently to
the conversation between my master and the store owner.
"I'll give you fifteen-hundred for her", the owner said. My master shook his head. "That's
pretty low for a slave with her looks"
"Well, yes" the owner replied, "But she talks out of turn, and her sexual responsiveness
seems pretty low. If you sell her to me, I think I'll use her in a display window. I'll just
set her collar remote to 80% plus, connect it to the switch the blonde's shock dildo, and
put her in the same position next to the blonde. Whenever the blonde loses her battle
with fatigue she will get her usual shock and this one will have an orgasm. I'll set the
blonde up the same way. They will never know if the next sensation will be pain, orgasm
or both at once. It ought to draw good crowds. When their pleasure centers are burned
out I'll sell them off to the mills. It's just part of the overhead, and any loss is deductible".
I felt faint! I rushed over to my master and threw myself at his feet. "Don't do this to me,
master", I sobbed. "Keep me; I'll obey perfectly. I tried to kiss his boots. I was frantic!
I'd rather die than be used up and discarded. My master seemed amused! He was going
to sell me! When I saw him take a credit transfer card from his wallet, I fainted.
I awoke shivering and choking. My master had dropped me into the fountain pool in the
middle of the concourse. He dragged me from the pool and dropped me to the floor. He
looked grim. Suddenly I felt the intense pain only a collar can produce. He had triggered
the pain circuit on the remote and was increasing the level rapidly. At low levels it feels
like an annoying itch covering over the whole body; at high levels it's almost
indescribable. I felt as if some one had peeled my skin off and rubbed salt into the raw
flesh. Where the nerve endings were dense it felt as if I were being stabbed with red hot
knives. I couldn't scream or breathe. It seemed endless! I writhed in agony; scraping my
breasts on the floor, twisting and turning to escape the un-escapable. Would he never
stop?
The Fountain-George
I released the button and pocketed the remote. She lay still except for the shuddering
inhale and exhale of her breathing. Her skin rippled with the after-effects of the nerve
stimulation. It took the body and mind some time to realize that the perceived damage
was not real. Her body would continue to secrete epinephrine and endorphins for some
time; her mind would be affected much longer. I had lost my temper but I wasn't sorry.
She had pushed her luck with the pussy shaving trick and this last display of disobedience
had been the last straw! I should have disciplined her when she appeared from the
shower, but I was in a hurry and I liked the effect. I had just re-learned an old rule; it's a
mistake to let little lapses in discipline slide by uncorrected, they just lead to bigger
problems.
I seated myself on the edge of the fountain and waited for her to recover a bit before
moving on. The concourse was getting busy. I saw several other master-slave pairs
window shopping. I mused about the possibility of buying the blonde on the stand from
her owner. She was just about to hit the switch on the stand. I watched her spasm in pain
once more. She would do her best to please me if I took her out of that situation. I
wondered how long his slaves lasted. It seemed wasteful, but marketing wasn't my field.
I rolled Valerie over with the toe of my boot. Her breasts were reddened from scraping
on the floor. They'd be tender for a while. No real damage, though.
I liked this one, even with her faults. It pleased me that she wanted to keep me pleased.
It pleased me that she had no inhibitions about her sexuality. I was happy that she was
intelligent, in fact, by the numbers, more intelligent than I was.
She had adapted to slavery fairly well; by realizing that fully committing herself to the
pleasuring of her master she gained the most pleasure and the least pain for herself. It
was a clear cut division of mental labor; Masters made the decisions and slaves carried
them out.
I clipped her leash to a ring at the edge of the fountain and went back into the store. "I'm
sorry for that outburst", I said, "She won't repeat that any time soon!" "No problem", he
replied, "It happens sometimes". I asked the price of the blonde on the stand. "I was
going to get rid of her soon, you can have her for a thousand and I'll throw in the stand",
he said. We completed a provisional transfer of credits and ownership and I arranged for
her to be delivered to the clinic for medical inspection later in the afternoon. He flicked
the switch on the timer off.
I could see Valerie was stirring. I shook his hand and left. I'd have to watch the impulse
buying for a while, but I was pleased anyway.
By the time I reached the fountain, she had managed to rise to her knees. Her head hung
down, her long wet hair hiding her face. When she saw my shadow in front of her she
flinched. Then, her training taking hold, she spread her knees wide, and held her body
erect. The most incredible feeling overtook me; a combination of feelings composed of
equal parts of power and competence, sexual arousal, and protectiveness. I took her face
in my hands and looked directly into her scared blue eyes. "Do you feel ready to go on?¡±
I asked. "Yes, master", she whispered. "Do you feel ready to obey?¡± I asked. "Yes,
master", she whispered, "I have learned; I will obey".
