Here’s a quick one that I came up with over the weekend. I think it counts more as a one-shot rather than a story fragment. (If anyone feels like playing with any part of this story, feel free to have fun with it.)
I’m having to rework the latest chapter of ‘Fearful Future’, since Joe gave me some great material to work with on his reply to part 16. That reply of his has been designated as part 17.
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Rachel was excited to be at college, she was free of her parents stifling presence, free to explore who she was. Something that she wanted to learn more about, even more than her studies, was about slavery.
Like almost every girl her age she had watched the Hallmark Slave Channel and seen all of those movies where a girl gets enslaved and finds her perfect love from the inside of a slave collar. She also had a collection of her favorite ‘slave heat’ books, the far more explicit version of the old ‘bodice ripper’ books that were popular before legalized slavery was established.
In her spare time, outside of class and the time needed for studying for them, Rachel had checked out a number of Slave Yoga classes. The first few she tried were not intense enough for what she was looking for. After a number of other unsatisfying sessions, she finally found what she was looking for.
In this class the girls were expected to collar themselves, with a full function steel slave collar and then be marched into the slave yoga studio. The room was fitted with a number of cameras that allowed their form to be monitored. If their form wasn’t smooth enough or their position wasn’t perfect, or they weren’t believable enough quoting of the mantras, then they could be critiqued. Thanks to the functional slave collars the girls could be properly ‘incentivized’ with punishment shocks.
Rachel’s slave yoga moves quickly improved under the intense instruction of the class. Rachel also made friends with several other girls from the class. At first they invited her to share coffee a couple of times after the slave yoga sessions. Then, as they became better friends this extended to watching fully X-rated ‘slave heat’ films, far hotter than what was available on the Hallmark Slave Channel.
The girls excitedly discussed techniques shown by the slaves in the movies, which almost always ended up with all of them lathering themselves into multiple orgasms. After the first time they watched these movies, they decided to keep their slave collars locked on after the slave yoga classes and watch these movies slave naked.
Once Rachel's new friends knew her well enough, they invited her to a special party that was happening that weekend. They explained that they had to know her depth of interest and feel that they could trust her as it was a very special party.
Obviously she had a good idea of the kind of party they were inviting her to.
Rachel was very interested, but they refused to explain the details before the party. They assured her that there would be enough time for her to get ‘into character’ once they reached the venue. As they thought about the parts they weren’t talking about, her new friends broke off with blushes and a fit of giggles and moans.
Rachel had a hard time focusing on any of her classes over the next few days, but she managed somehow, yet the weekend arrived and she had succeeded fairly well. Rachel’s friends blindfolded her before taking her to the place where the party happened.
It was only when they had arrived that they told her the details of what the party was all about.
There were over a dozen girls there, and they all quickly got naked and locked their clothing and jewelry away. (Rachel later learned that the key to release their clothes would arrive with the guys.) When she was slow to copy the others, her friends jumped on her and quickly stripped her completely, all of them were giggling and laughing by the time they were all naked.
Then each girl picked up a leather collar that had a padlock to lock it closed around the wearer’s neck. Rachel's collar was an emerald green, and each collar had a ‘D’ ring on the front.
After the girls were ready, they went about decorating the room and setting up tables with finger foods. There was a bar to one side that had beers and liquors for the guys who were due soon. Once the place was ready the girls all lined up on their knees in the Present position: knees wide, back arched with their tits thrust forward and their hands behind their necks.
A little while later, the guys arrived, unsurprisingly there was one for each slave girl. The young men walked in and walked around the waiting slaves. Any slave that failed to be in the proper position or who tried to look at them as the men walked around them was given 5 quick swats with a crop on their ass or tits. Or if the fellow just felt like delivering them, just to see the slave’s reaction.
After they had done this, the guys did a blind draw. In a bowel was one container for each waiting slave girl. Inside each container is a color coded leash, the color matching one of the waiting slave girls, also included was a key for that collar. As each leash was pulled out the master found his slave girl for the night.
This blind draw kept it random so that each guy had a better chance to sample different girls each party.
When a master stopped in front of her, and snapped his leash to Rachel’s collar he said, “Welcome to the game, you are my slave.”
Rachel replied automatically, “Yes Master.” She was so surprised she clasped both hands over her mouth. And he laughed at her reaction. He then pulled her over to a large well padded chair, she crawled on her hands and knees behind him.
“Slave, did they tell you what happens the first two times you call one of us ‘Master’?” He asked Rachel.
When she shook her head, no, he chuckled and told her. “When you slip and call the one holding your leash ‘Master’ you are theirs to play with until the next party. Sadly not full time, but you are expected to carry your steel collar from Slave Yoga with you everywhere you go, just to be prepared. Usually we can manage to have one of these in a month. So for the next 30 days or so you are my personal slave.”
He also assured her that, almost every girl, the first time they are leashed at the party automatically say’s ‘yes master’. As he puts the first charm on her collar.
The part her friends had told her was that the game for the guys was to get his leashed slave girl to call him master. Only one time per night counted, but due to laws, it was bad form for a girl to say it too often. Each time a girl did that, they got a charm added to their collar. When a girl got 3 charms, they became the legal slave of the one that added the final charm.
Rachel was pulled forward to give her Master for the night a Slave Kiss. She licked her lips in anticipation of getting to show off how deep she could take him. As she got to pleasure him for the first time of the night, she knew the game.
Each girl needed to resist saying Master three times for as long as possible, that was the first part of the game. The girls knew game was rigged in favor of the masters if the girls just kept coming, as all the girls knew that eventually they would say ‘Master’ three times. The reward for the girls was to wait for the right Master and ‘accidentally’ get the third charm from the Master she wanted to own her fully.