Part 1 The Exercise Room-Valerie A workout always started slowly so I was having little difficulty now. I thrust and pulled the hand levers and scissored my legs forward and back on the ski plates. With each cycle of the machine the counter in front of me added a digit. The pacer display continued its relentless count upwards and I matched it with another cycle of my arms and legs. Although this part of the routine was easy, I knew what was coming and dreaded it. The sound of a door closing caught my attention. I stole a quick glance to my left and saw one of the new slaves being led into the room. Her trainer was apparently having difficulty with her because she was wearing the full leather discipline hood and her wrists were fastened high up on her back to the collar. From the front of the collar a chain leash dangled down almost to the floor. Her trainer was holding the leash just under her chin to allow her to blindly follow his lead. He pulled her to the ski machine next to mine and stopped. I concentrated on making my motions smooth. I kept my eye fixed on the displays and tried to make my work counter match the pacer counter exactly. I was hoping that my disobedience hadn't been noticed but it had, and I was out of luck. The sound of a riding crop being unsnapped from its belt clip was one I had early on become fearful of, for the next sounds were the whistle of air being split and the sharp crack as the crop slashed into my buttocks. "Keep your eyes where they belong, bitch!" he snapped. "Yes, Master" I gasped. I was well trained, I hadn't lost more than half a count on the pacer even as I clenched and relaxed my cheeks to relieve the burning. I was grateful that I had only gotten one correction and resolved to be more obedient. I continued working and watched the new slave's preparation in the floor to ceiling mirror that comprised the front wall of the exercise room. He clipped the leash to the ring on the pole that supported the counters and then unclipped the wrist chain from her collar. As her hands dropped I could just hear a muffled groan from behind the hood. She started to sag with the pain but a quick slap on her flank brought her to braced attention again. The trainer unlocked and unzipped the hood. When it was removed I could see she had worn it for some time, because her face was shiny with sweat and her hair was matted and damp. The trained unbuckled the ball gag and yanked it from her mouth, dropping it into the hood. "Step onto the skis" he ordered. He knelt down and snapped the ankle rings shut. Rising, he unfastened her wrists, dropping the cuffs into the hood. "Grab the poles" he ordered. He then snapped the wrist rings closed. Stepping behind her, he fastened the wide leather waist belt that kept us firmly pressed in the machine's belly pad. She was now fastened as I was; by neck leash, waist belt and short wrist and ankle chains. She kept looking around, as if there was some escape. I could have told her there was none if I dared speak. She would find out soon enough for herself; besides, my pacer counter had speeded up and I needed to concentrate on maintaining the increased pace. I could see my behind in the rear wall mirror; he hadn't struck has hard as he could, but the scarlet stripe was perfectly centered across my cheeks. He set the dial on the pacer and stepped behind her. As she looked over her shoulder he smacked her on the butt with his hand. "Eyes front, Twenty-Three", he shouted. "Pay attention! This counter will increase automatically. You will ski at the pace it sets. Every cycle you perform will be counted by the work counter. If you are behind at the end of the session, you will receive a stripe for every count you are short! Understood?" God, she WAS new; she hadn't even been given a name yet! I had a name! It had been given me at the end of the basic training course several months ago. Before that I was simply "Fifty-Six". It had been stamped on a brass plate attached to my collar and painted on my back and stomach. Now I was Valerie. This new girl hadn't even been painted or tagged. I wondered what made her so special. Had the Masters changed the routine? If things changed it meant a bad time for all of us as we learned what was expected of us. I hoped it was just that she was a special slave. She said "Yes, Master". He flipped the switch and she started working. She was awkward at first but the waist band kept her from falling. The trainer stood behind her, watching. I was really working now. The sweat was running down my face and body, dripping off my nose and nipple rings. I was breathing hard and concentrating on keeping the counters matched. Forgetting for a moment I was being observed, I shook my head to clear the hair and sweat from my eyes. The next thing I knew was the pain of another stripe across my buttocks! Then another... and another! I lost my rhythm as I jerked against the chains. How stupid of me. I must have sprayed sweat on the Master! The Exercise Room-George I was daydreaming when I felt a wet spray across my face. Looking up I saw the new slave working as best she could, and the one next to her covered with sweat. I let her have 3 good swipes with the crop, placing them one after another down from the earlier one. She pulled against the chains but of course she couldn't avoid the crop. I looked at her counter and examined the clipboard with her schedule. She was just about finished anyway. I decided to enjoy her while Twenty-Three worked for I was high enough in the service to rate this kind of privilege. I flipped the switch on her machine and initialed the clipboard. I noted on it that I was reserving her for the next hour and hung it back on the hook. "Name", I said. "Valerie, Master", she replied. I unclipped the chains and released the waist belt. Taking her leash in hand, I walked off towards the showers. She was reasonably well trained; following me immediately. Part 2 The Showers-George When we reached the showers I dropped her leash. She dropped to her knees on the cold tile, spread them widely and crossed her wrists behind her back. She held herself in the approved braced position; belly sucked in, shoulders back, and head level. "Not bad at all", I thought to myself, "This one has real possibilities"! I set the water temperature to warm, grabbed the spray head and hosed her off. I hit the soap button on the spray and covered her with foam. "Do your hair", I said. She massaged the foam into the hair on her head and then, as she had been trained to do, worked the lather into her pubic hair. "O.k. , stop", I said, " I'll let you know when you can have an orgasm! It's time for the other side". I snapped my fingers; she instantly went to all fours, facing away from me, spreading her legs apart. I nudged them a little further apart with my foot and soaped her again. At the command, "Cheeks" she rested her head and shoulders on the tile and reached back with both hands to spread her buttocks. I changed the spray to a hard, pulsating needle jet and slowly worked it over her back, down her butt , and then under to her slit. When I noticed little quivers in her thighs and small undulations of her butt I stopped. I didn't want her to orgasm early. I switched to spray to cold and hosed the lather off. "Up", I said. She re-assumed the kneeling position. It was time to check on Twenty-Tree's progress on the exercise machine. "Valerie, Heel", I snapped, and walked out of the showers. Valerie stayed right behind me, to my left and 2 paces back. I didn't bother with the leash, this one was pretty well trained. The Showers-Valerie This master was, as masters go, very kind. Some don't bother cleaning us off at all, most make the showers a terrifying experience. I once had forgotten to clean my pubic hair at the "Hair" command and been subjected to a severe cropping while hanging by my wrists under an icy cold spray. Another time, for no reason that I could discern, I had to clean the entire shower area with a heavy brush-gag with my hands cuffed behind my neck to my collar, . After that experience my nipples were rubbed raw and my knees hurt for days. He was obviously observant; he noticed when the spray started to get me hot. From the way he was treating me I thought perhaps he might be finding me worth reserving for a while. I determined to attempt to please him to my utmost ability, for there were few masters in the processing and training center who had treated me as gently as he had. The Exercise Room-George When we reached Twenty-Three I pointed to the ground. Valerie again kneeled. I snapped a pair of cuffs on her wrists and then attended to Twenty-Three. Checking the counter, I could see she was about 12 counts behind and failing fast. There's no point in setting up a situation where the punishment is going to be so severe that it can't be carried out without permanent damage, so I hit the off button. Twenty- Three sagged against the belly pad and wrist chains. She was just about totally spent. Her breath came in great gasps and she was dripping wet. When I unfastened her she just drooped over the belly bar. I gave her a moment to recover and then swatted her with my crop. She found enough strength to assume the position next to Valerie. Part 3 Twenty-Three's Mistake-Valerie I waited patiently (what choice did I have?) for the master to deal with poor Twenty- Three. I tried to make myself as appealing as possible; if he liked me maybe my life would be a little easier for a while. I knew it couldn't last, a trainer was not allowed to monopolize a particular slave so as to avoid her being either trained too strictly or too leniently, and to prevent her from becoming conditioned to obey only one master. He snapped the cuffs on her, fastening her wrists as mine were. He picked up the hood and gag and stood there considering them. I could see Twenty-Three's eyes widen a bit but she at least knew enough not to make any protest. "It's too much effort" he said, "I'm going to feed you both soon, anyway. "Hold these, slave", he said to Twenty-Three, and dropped the gag and the short wrist to collar chain she had worn earlier into the hood. He then held the hood out to her. "Don't leave tooth marks on that leather, or you'll wear that hood for the next month!" he said. She held the leather with her lips, keeping her teeth away from the leather. She probably didn't know it yet, but there would be plenty of training exercises designed to strengthen her lip muscles and teach her to control her teeth and tongue. The master took both our leash ends in one hand and started out the door. We both scrambled to our feet and followed. She dropped the hood! It fell at our feet with a thud and clatter. She tripped over it and I stumbled over her. The leashes grew taut and the master nearly lost his balance! God! Why couldn't that stupid bitch hang on? We were almost at the masters cafeteria, she could have lasted a bit longer. I flailed around, trying rise before the master turned his attention to me. He turned and just stared at us. I stood as straight and still as I could. Twenty-Tree was still sprawled on the floor, trying to put the cuffs, gag, and chain into the hood with her mouth. The master approached. "I've had it with you" he growled in a soft, low voice that sent shivers up and down my back. "It's time to teach you that the required obedience is perfect obedience", he said, looking down at her. He grabbed the hood and other gear and yanked her to her feet by her hair. Taking two turns of the leashes around his hand, he reversed direction and led us almost at a trot down the hall. My heart sank; we were heading for the Discipline Section. Discipline Room Alpha-George I don't know why I get saddled with the problem cases, I guess the supervisors know I turn out a good product. I was hungry and horny, not necessarily in that order, all I wanted to do was eat dinner and enjoy myself with Valerie. Instead, I now had to convince this new slave that no matter how bad things are, they can always be made worse! She just wasn't convinced that perfection was the standard. I dropped Valerie's leash and pointed to a corner of the room. She dropped to all fours and crawled to the corner. "Kneel and watch", I said. I glanced around the room, hoping for inspiration. I was looking for a punishment that didn't require me to supervise; one that would be severe, yet feasible to apply for the whole night. Finally, I decided on the electric saddle. I pulled Twenty-Three over to it. It looked innocent enough now; just a small almost western type saddle made of stainless steel mounted on a hydraulic lift. I got the butt plug and cunt attachments from the cabinet and attached them to the saddle. "Up and over" , I told her. She hesitated, earning a fast swipe of the crop. She straddled the saddle. I hit the button that raised the lift. "Position yourself" , I said. As the two prongs reached her she squirmed around, easing their entry. Slowly they disappeared from sight. She took deep, shuddering breaths, her buttocks clenched and relaxed, she made small moaning sounds. When she was on tip-toe I stopped the lift. I lifted her ankles and bent her knees back, cuffing them to the lower edge of the saddle. There was no leverage in this position, she couldn't raise herself off the saddle. I pulled her wrists down, clipping them to the saddle. Placing the support post in its slot at the back of the saddle, I fastened its harness in place. The harness was a simple construction of steel and leather; it had two large rings connected together that captured her breasts and connected to the support post. It would serve to prevent movement and injury during the punishment. Plugging in the wires, I fastened the clamps on her nipples. She gasped as their little sharp teeth bit into the bud. "O.K.", I said, "Here's what's going to happen. You are going to stay here all night. At random intervals this little toy will apply a shock between any two points. It might be between your wrists and ankles, it might be between your cunt and your left nipple, any combination is possible. For example....". I pushed the button. She screamed as the current hit. Judging from her motions, this time the current was from asshole to legs. She tried to raise herself off the saddle but of course she didn't move more than an inch. When she sagged back I hit the button again. This time her nipples swelled and she shook her torso violently from side to side. "To make life interesting", I said, "Let me demonstrate a refinement". A twist of the dials brought the vibrators to life. "These also work randomly, you should enjoy them"! In spite of herself there was no way she could suppress the stimulation from the imbedded prongs. In a few minutes she was squirming , in several more she panted her way to an orgasm. I set the timers, snapped my fingers at Valerie and walked out. As the door swung shut I could hear a scream as the current started.
Cafeteria-George Now I was really hungry! I needed food and I needed sex, and I wasn't sure in which order. A quick glance at my watch told me there wasn't enough time to eat, have Valerie in my apartment, and return her to the kennels. I'd have to check her out for overnight. I marched off to the cafeteria, pissed off at the world and Twenty-Three in particular. Behind me I could hear faint moans as that bitch crested to another unwanted climax. Valerie almost ran to keep up with my angry strides. A quick glance behind me showed me she had grabbed her leash as it had swung back between her legs so she wouldn't trip over it. "Smart slave", I said to myself. The silver chain had been pulled taught; running down between her breasts, over her neatly curved belly, and disappearing into her pubic hair and slit. I noticed a slight flush on her body; maybe she was getting turned on by the chain. I'd check later. We reached one of the 24 hour cafeterias scattered throughout the complex. I pointed to a table and got on line. Since I'd kept the slave past feeding time it was my responsibility to get her fed. I got a cheeseburger, fries and coffee for myself and a bowl of slave gruel for Valerie. I'd noticed she was carrying a little extra weight for my taste so I got the small bowl. Seating myself, I put the bowl of vitamin packed gruel on the floor next to my chair. Valerie, kneeling, facing me, said "Master, may I speak?" I nodded. "I can't eat with my hands chained behind me." "Yes, you can, very easily!" I said. I reached over, grabbed her hair, and forced her face into the bowl! "See how easy that was?" She sputtered and coughed, but started to eat the gruel as fast as she could. I could see she was testing me to see what she could get away with. She was finding out that she was going to follow my desires, not hers; she was going to have to take her pleasure as I gave it to her. I turned my attention to my plate as she licked the bowl clean. When she finished she knelt erect. She tried to lick her face clean with her tongue but there remained traces of gruel. I reached down, scraped it off her face and held my hand in front of her. She gently licked my fingers, pulling each one into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue. Perhaps it was unconscious or perhaps not, but I noticed slight movements of the leash. She was alternately increasing and decreasing the tension on it from behind, rubbing its links gently across her clitoris. Her respiration rate increased, and the rings in her nipples stood further away from her breasts. Her skin was developing a rosy flush, and I knew she was soon going to loose control and climax without permission. The Cafeteria-Valerie I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn't help myself. It had been so long since I'd been satisfied that almost any stimulus got to me. I licked my master's fingers as sensuously as I knew how. I was aware of a growing heat between my legs; my nipples ached! I could feel myself lubricating; the leash chain now slid smoothly over my clit. I wished I could stop myself for when I climaxed I would be in serious trouble! This master had repeatedly demonstrated that he wasn't going to be weak even if he was occasionally kind. "Please, Please, Master", I begged, "Show me mercy". I was whimpering now, almost totally oblivious to the world. I tried to press my face into his hand; I leaned forward to rub my breast against his leg. I didn't care that other masters had stopped eating and were watching me and grinning. My master reached down and rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation was exquisite! He put his finger in the ring and tugged! I leaned back slightly. I climaxed! Oblivious to everything, I moaned, fell over on my side, and fainted. The Cafeteria-Valerie I awoke to sound and feel of the crop smacking into my thigh. My master was still seated, a slight grin in his face, as he marched the stripes across my skin. I scrambled to the erect kneeling position. As I forced my knees wide I could feel cooling as my juices dried. My sweat matted hair hung across my face, obscuring my vision but I didn't dare break position. My fists were clenched tight, my nails biting into my palms. Dread filled me. How would he react? Would I be sent to join Twenty-Three in the Discipline room? Would he be disgusted or angry at my lack of control? My breathing slowed, my heart stopped pounding. I was suspended in timelessness waiting for my master’s decision. The Apartment-George I hauled her to her feet by her hair. Enough was enough. It was past time to get to bed. I motioned her to proceed me. I used the crop to guide her through the corridors. As we walked I admired the back view. Her ass was well rounded and firm, with a noticeable but not exaggerated wriggle to its motion. The stripes I had given her before were a vivid red against milky white. Once in my apartment I crossed to the terminal. I had to tell the central inventory computer I was keeping her overnight otherwise the shortage in the kennels would soon activate the electronics in her collar. Logging on, I called up the inventory screen. Punching in "Valerie" brought up her file. At least the administration had done something right! The system made sure there was a unique name for each slave in the complex. When a slave was out-processed her records were transferred to her new owner and copies were filed in the archives and deleted from the working system, freeing up her name for use again. I keyed in my id in the location blank and scrolled through her file. Added to inventory 6 months ago, Blah, blah, height 1.7 meters inches, weight 68.5 kilos. Ah, she was overweight when taken. The exercise had done her a lot of good. Blue eyes, brown hair, blah, blah. I scrolled through a mess of medical data that seemed to indicate she was in good health. Oh, yes! Here were the pictures taken of her during her addition to the inventory. "Up", I commanded. The first picture was full front. I pointed to a spot just in front of me. I turned her around and released the wrist cuffs. "Standing Inspection, facing me", I ordered, She turned, spread her legs about two feet apart and clasped her hands at the back of her neck. "Get that gut in and chest out!" I reinforced the order with a slap on her belly. Comparing her to the pix on the screen, I could see a definite improvement! I stood and ran my hands up and down her legs. She was reasonably firm. I didn't like the hyper-athletic type some trainers turned out. There should be enough padding to provide comfort. I was beat. Snapping off the terminal, I stood and stripped. I was sweaty and so was the slave but I was too tired to care. I led her to the bed, snapping her leash to the ring at the side of the headboard. When I picked up the cuffs she dropped her hands and placed them behind her back. I secured them there. I climbed into bed and lay on my back. "Climb aboard" I said, tugging on the leash. She very carefully climbed onto the bed and inched her way toward me on her knees. She parted them and raised her body as she straddled my legs. "Come on, I don't have all night!" I said. She straddled my cock and carefully lowered herself on it. She rocked back and forth in small movements, trying to find the right angle for penetration. I could feel her lubricating as she worked my cock into her pussy. Marvelous, I thought, a high sex drive! I reached up and took a nipple ring in each hand. I paced her movements with the rings; they left no doubt as to the speed and magnitude I wanted. When I was ready to cum I pulled her off me. Grabbing her by her long hair, I shoved my throbbing cock into her mouth. She used her tongue and lips frantically. Her hips were involuntarily thrusting her pussy against my thigh and soft whimpers of need escaped around my shaft. I couldn't hold back any longer and came. She swallowed as she had been trained to do. When she had cleaned all the cum off my cock I pulled her off me and shoved her to the floor. She hadn't climaxed yet but that wasn't my problem. Besides, a night of frustration would make her eager to obey me tomorrow. Having seen how sneaky she could be in attaining orgasm in the cafeteria, I took precautions. I removed the wrist cuffs. "On your back" I ordered. From the closet I took a medium spreader bar and locked her ankles in the cuffs. I clipped a yoke bar to the back of her collar and locked her wrists at each end of the bar. That kept her hands away from her pussy and the spreader bar would keep her from rubbing her legs together. A long bar running from the center of the spreader bar to the front of the collar kept her stretched out. She probably would try to use her hips to rub against this bar but there was no way to get good contact. Rummaging in a drawer, I found three bells. I clipped them to her nipple rings and nose ring. "If you wake me you will spend an hour with your collar activated at 50%", I told her. She gave a reflex shudder at the thought, chiming an incongruously cheerful note. I tossed a wool blanket over her and climbed back into my own bed. She was proving to be quite a treat. Tomorrow was my day off and I had promised myself a new two wheeled run-about sulky. If I found one I liked I'd see how she did pulling it around town. Sleep came suddenly. The Floor-Valerie The floor was hard, and would no doubt get harder during the night. I held myself rigidly motionless for I knew the master was waiting for the slightest sound from the bells or the restraints. The room was pitch black, all I could see were the flashes my own brain produced. I held my breath, trying to hear if my master's respiration changed into a slower sleep pattern. All I could hear was the sigh of cool air from the vent. I was getting cold; the blanket had slipped mostly off when he tossed it over me and I hadn't dared to say anything. I made another vow to be obedient. The orgasm in the cafeteria was wrong for me to have, no one had given me permission to climax. But sometimes the need is so strong, the stimuli so compelling. I remembered the feel of the leash chain rubbing on my clit, the way it changed from rough to smooth as my pussy lubricated it. I remembered the electric-like shock when my master pulled on my nipple ring. Damn! It was happening again! I cursed the hormones that kept me aroused. I made my mind blank. It helped somewhat. I could feel the crop marks burning on my ass and thighs. I hadn't collected this many in one day since early in my captivity. The cool air had hardened and lengthened my nipples; I felt the tug of the bells as a continuous series of little shocks. The bar between my collar ring and the spreader bar separating my legs pressed down between my breasts and on my belly. It was short enough so my knees were bent , opening my pussy lips to the air. The master had taken his pleasure quickly and vigorously tonight; I could feel a slight burning sensation. I licked my lips, enjoying the salty taste of his semen. Fear! My tongue had hit the bell clipped to my nose ring! The tinkle sounded louder than the crash of cymbals. I held my breath, feeling my heart race and pound. I waited in terror for my master to punish me. An hour of collar discipline at 50% was horrible; there was no way to survive it but I knew if it happened I would survive. I had survived it before; I knew it would leave me a whimpering animal cowering on the floor. He hadn't heard it, he was asleep! I broke out into a cold sweat with relief. The danger had aroused me again. My nipples were hard knots of muscle pointing rigidly upwards. I could feel the chill as my pussy juices flowed. I pulled in my belly as much as I could. The rod just barely touched my pussy lips. I carefully, slowly, pushed my hips up. There was a little more contact. It could be done; I could have another orgasm even here, fastened securely next to a master's bed. But what if the bells rang? Could I control my muscles at the moment of climax? I was too afraid! When morning came I was still wide awake, seething with frustration, inhibited with fear. The alarm went off. My master hit the off button and rolled over. I waited, naked and spread, on the floor. When the second alarm sounded he groaned and sat up. He got out of bed, stepped over me, and went to the bathroom. I could here the shower water running and the flush of the toilet. I wished I had access to both, my bladder was full and I stank of my own sweat and stale semen. His shower seemed to take forever but finally he came out. He reached down, grabbed the bar, and lifted me easily to my feet. "Go clean yourself up" he ordered as he unlocked the various restraints. "Put the bells back on when you are finished" he ordered, "Hurry, we've got a lot to do today". I obeyed.
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".
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