Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  Lynn got up and walked to a third man and exposed her breasts. The men grasped their nipples. One said, "Can we have them ringed first. Rings are easier to hold and will look good on them."

  Master said, "good idea. I will put a ring on any lady who doesn't reach orgasm in ten minutes." He looked at his watch.

  Lynn looked aghast but Jean and Leah looked happy with the idea. Leah orgasmed in five minutes. She didn't bother to get dressed, but just stayed kneeling between Bill's legs. I was not surprised she was first. In the garden she got a lot of practice. My tongue was still tired. Lynn was next in just under eight minutes. She looked relieved and hurried to fix her clothes.

  Jean looked like she was in agony, when ten minutes had passed, Master said, "Stop. Ten minutes is up."

  Jean said "thank god," then she orgasmed.

  Master said, "impressive control Jean. I take it you want nipple rings?"

  Jean replied, "Yes, John. I've been thinking about it for years. Watching these girls on TV decided me to go ahead. But nothing I found looked as good, as erotic as the ones these girls wear."

  Master said, "OK you'll have them in ten minutes. You know they are permanent, don't you?"

  Jean said, "I know. That's what I want."

  Leah spoke up, "John, I would like them too. Can you do both of us now?"

  "Of course. I run a fully stocked slave store. Both of you take off the rest of your clothing. Would you like a collar or ankle chains while you are here?"

  "No thanks," said Jean.

  Leah asked, "Are those permanent too?"

  Master replied, "Yes. There's no key. It is possible to cut them off later."

  Leah looked at Bill and asked, "What do you think?"

  Bill looked at her and said, "Darling, I would love to have you be my slave. I will take good care of you. This will be full time, not just in our bedroom. If you do this, you will be my slave and I will punish you if you disobey me." He turned to Master and asked, John, I want to give her time to consider all the implications. Can she tell you her decision in a few days?"

  Master said, "surely. This will change her entire life. My girls are thriving here, but not all women would. Just call me anytime."

  Leah said, "I'm almost ready. I identify with your girls, especially Emily. I think I want their life. I will think hard on this."

  Master called Harold in and instructed him to cuff the ladies and take them to Melody. Harold cuffed their hands behind them and led them out. We spent the next few minutes sucking off the guests. We all enjoyed that.

  Harold brought the two cuffed, nude, ringed ladies, not slaves, yet, back to us and removed their cuffs.

  Master said, "Show them off. Spread your legs, Put your hands behind your neck, Arch your back, and thrust out your breasts. Hold your head erect and lower your eyes. Good. Don't move." He walked over to them a crop in his hands. He lifted Leah's head a trifle. He tapped the inside of Jean's legs and she spread them more. He tapped their stomachs and both sucked in their stomachs. "Don't move. That is how a woman shows her assets to a man."

  They followed his orders and both blushed. I think they both just understood what it meant to submit to a master.

  Master asked John to come over. He handed the crop to Bill and said, "Give Leah one hard stripe on her ass. She needs to know what it feels like if she should decide to become your slave."

  Bill walked around behind Leah and said, "Do not move." He hit her ass hard with the crop. Leah screamed, but did not move. "May I borrow those handcuffs, John?"

  Master picked them up and handed them to Bill. He also gave him a key. Bill said, "Leah, put your hands behind your back.

  He put the cuffs on her.

  Leah said, I can take them a notch tighter Bill."

  Bill tightened the cuffs and pushed in the latch to keep them from getting any tighter. He said, "Address me as sir."

  Leah said, "Yes, Sir."

  Jean was still in standing display in the middle of the room.

  Master asked, "Jean, kneel with the slaves. Copy them. Do you want to be cuffed?"

  "Yes, John, can I try them in front like the slaves, please? " she said.

  "OK," Master said, " come here. Jean was cuffed and joined our line.

  Master said, the rings will be tender so don't play with them for a few weeks. Put an antibacterial cream on the rings and rotate them twice a day so they don't adhere. Do this for a week. Are you sure you don't want nose rings or at least grommets while you're here?"

  Both ladies declined. Lynn looked envious of their new rings.

  Bill said, "I think its time I took this ambivalent female home. Come with me," picked up her clothes from the floor and she followed him out of the room.

  Master said, "Goodbye Bill. Goodbye Leah. Good luck."

  Master looked at the remaining guests. He said, "it seems Jean is a new slave candidate. What shall we do with her? I think it would be a kindness to help her decide what she wants."

  One of the men smiled and said, "I don't think she can really understand what it means to be a slave unless she loses her freedom."

  Master looked at Jean and said, "Do you think she wants to try it?"

  The man said, "why not ask her?"

  Master said, "we could, but slaves don't get to make decisions."

  I watched Jean. She was crying and her hands were shaking, the chain on her cuffs jingling.

  The idea man said, "the other slaves get to make one decision. They can decide to leave. Jean, if you don't want to go any further this is your chance. Get dressed and come sit with us, or become a slave."

  Jean looked at Master but didn't move.

  Master called Harold and asked him to wake Melody and Stan. He said, "Jean, let's get you set up. Stand if you would be my slave."

  Jean stood up and looked at Master and said, "Yes, Master."

  Master took her arm and led her out. The other guests followed. We remained kneeling. We were well trained slaves without orders. We waited.

  It wasn't long until Master returned leading Jean by a leash on her nose ring. She was ringed and chained like us. She was smiling. She had made her choice and she was finally home.

  You know I've made videos of you girls and your daily lives?"

  "We all suspected you might, but we have no way of telling."

  "There was a movie several years ago, The Truman Show, did you see it?"

  "Master, I think so, it was about a man whose life was being broadcast and he didn't know it?"

  "Yes, that's it. Well you girls have a video program called 'Wage Slaves.' Its edited to take out most of the boring stuff. Its been live since about a month after you started. We priced it to sell because of the competitive nature of the market. We have eighty three thousand subscribers paying fifteen dollars a month to watch you. Each of you earn your salary plus seven hundred and fifty thousand from your royalties. By the end of your year, you, Denise, and Muriel will have earned one million dollars each. I have it invested in conservative stock and bond funds so it will be a little more. You can all retire as wealthy ex-slaves if you want. Or you can stay here and be my slaves for as long as I live, maybe fifteen more years. And you don't have to worry about leaving and killing the show. I have over a thousand job applications from girls who want to take your place or join you in my 'harem.'

  "I also have almost as many requests for interviews with you girls and me, which I have avoided. I was careful in setting up this business. All anyone can tell is that everyone speaks American English and the videos come from Myanmar. The public also knows your names. Your first names are obvious since they are engraved on your collars. I decided to give you girls star billing on the videos. I'm always the shadowy, all powerful master. Every other person in the videos has all identifying features blacked out. So your identities are well known and many people want to talk to you. I paid a lot to make us anonymous and still let the payments come in. I will speak to all of you today in a group. I just wanted to see what you though
t. Now what are your thoughts about the future?"

  "Master, the money is great. It makes my future more secure whatever I decide. But I love my life here. OK, I've given up all freedom, except the freedom to quit. I love the girls, Everyone here is polite and friendly. I live in palatial splendor. We always have sore bottoms and we can't run or go anywhere by ourselves. That's all balanced with fantastic sex. I have many orgasms every day and they are all better than I had before coming here. Oh, and greed. We are all getting incredibly wealthy because thousands of people like to watch us. But even without the money, I want to stay here. This place is like an adult summer camp. There's always fun things to do, someone else cooks and there are erotic friends around to fuck us. I'm having a carefree blast and putting money in the bank. I don't know about the others, but I want to stay."

  Chapter 11 - Institute

  Wage Slaves is a popular porn site. It runs a continuous feed of the daily lives of female slaves. It had been running for several years and its popularity was enormous and grew each year. The girls were there voluntarily. They contracted to live for a year as sex slaves. There were usually seven girls under contract at any time. Nothing was faked on the show. The girls were chained continually. They were sex slaves so clothes were usually not worn. Those they had were designed to accentuate, not hide, their assets. The show kept nothing back. The audience watched them all day. They were whipped for rule breaking. They had sex with anyone that wanted it, but seldom when they wanted it. They were whipped to orgasm. The girls were kept humble and obedient. All the girls were submissive and needed bondage and discipline in their lives. They and the producers were becoming wealthy by exploiting their needs. No girl had ever left early and the original cast slaves were still on view.

  The market was huge. They sold all the bondage gear and clothing worn by the slaves. They were popular and demand was growing. After many requests, they had marketed a slave girl kit. For an exorbitant fee, they would bring a mobile workshop to your home. If she signed the release and recorded a request. She had her permanent chains and rings installed. They had equipped two hundred and twenty women. Several of these women had appeared in public. Saying they were not going to hide what they were. The world needed to accept submissive women as normal.

  Wage Slaves had started as a sole proprietorship owned by John. It had grown large and he reinvented it as a privately held corporation. John incorporated partly for the liability protection. But also because he wanted to establish a network of powerful men. He anticipated he might need help to forestall any problems he might encounter. A board membership for powerful and wealthy individuals was a good investment.

  Unexpectedly, several of his board members made the same request of him. Would he try and do something with their embarrassing, unruly daughters. The petitioners admitted to spoiling their offspring. But they had become self destructive, heavy drug users and regularly afoul of the law.

  John consulted his staff. They agreed that the restraints and use of sexual control would help certain girls. It was decided that they would accept problem girls if: 1. Between sixteen and nineteen. 2. Inherently submissive. 3. Parents agree to a strict regime.

  The WS Institute was initiated with two very spoiled, very destructive girls. The methods developed for the video site proved effective. Their parents were ecstatic with the results. Word of the successes spread among the powerful and the school was at capacity every year. Twelve new students matriculated every year. Several successful students stayed on as counselors after graduation.

  Potential students were screened before acceptance. Determining inherent submissiveness was difficult. A staff physician/ psychologist would interview the student. An injection of propofol reduced the student's level of consciousness. It also induces a memory blackout. The student is told it’s a vitamin shot. Questioning under the drug is effective in determining a student's level of submissiveness.

  Mr. Jones, Ms. Biery and Dr. Biery are going to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Gibson to do the final evaluation of Alexandra.

  Chapter 12 - Alexandra

  The team from the school had arrived at the Gibson house in the early afternoon. There were three people, Sam Jones, Sadie Biery, and Dr. Sam Biery. Dr. Biery was introduced to Alexandra Gibson and they went to her room so he could examine her. She was not happy.

  Ralph and Diane Gibson explained their desires for their daughter to Mr. Jones. Jones was the agent of the WS Academy. Jones was accompanied by Dr. Biery and Ms. Biery. Dr. Biery was interviewing Alexandra. Ms. Biery, Mr. Jones and the Gibsons were in of the Gibson's home. The Gibsons explained the school had come highly recommended by a close friend of theirs. Their friend was a senior Judge in Los Angeles County that had sent his daughter to the school. He told them it turned his daughter around. She had gone in as an embarrassing, unhappy, drug using, hellion. She had come out as a polite, respectful girl. She was now married to a young psychologist and was happy.

  The Gibsons said they loved their daughter, Alexandra, but. But she was using drugs. But she had wrecked two cars. But she was always in the news for another drunken escapade. But she had been kicked out of three schools. They were afraid to have her in their home anymore. The last time she was there, she had hosted a party that cost over one hundred thousand to repair their home. Why in the hell would she let them run a Mercedes into the pool? Mr. Jones broached the subject of parental intent.

  "I understand Alexandra is destructive. I would guess she is not fond of your efforts to help her. Our school is very strict. We usually fix the problems that caused girls to come to us. Do you care how we achieve our results?"

  Mr. Gibson responded, "As long as she isn't permanently damaged, you can do anything you want." Mrs. Gibson said, "Do what it takes. You can beat sense into her if that's what is needed."

  Mr. Jones said, "I have some paperwork here. Part of it is a release to do anything we want to ensure her security. This means we will keep her restrained continually. We will put chains on her wrists and ankles. We will lock a metal collar on her neck.. We may put rings in her flesh to control her. She will be made into a helpless slave. We will use sex as a punishment and reward. We will use corporal punishment to discipline her. While with us she will become our sex slave and she will receive a good academic education. I know this sounds harsh, but no girl ever wants to leave when she graduates. Ms. Sadie Biery is a counselor and former student at our school. She will explain why the school is so successful. "

  Ms. Biery was a striking redhead. She was tall with an erect posture. She had large gold rings in her ears and septum. She wore a white turtleneck sweater and a long peasant skirt. "Mr. and Mrs. Gibson, thank you for inviting us to your home. The first thing I must tell you is that I was a student in the school for four years. I was like your daughter in my harmful behavior. These gold rings you see were put on me there. I keep them to remind me of how a person can change. They are now acceptable in public, but only just."

  "I see from the photos on your wall that Alexandra is beautiful. All our students are beautiful. It seems that the most beautiful girls get in the most trouble. The school is successful because we understand why that happens."

  "For all human history the most successful women have been beautiful and submissive. Women's bodies and instincts have been bred to enjoy sex and submissiveness. Our society forbids women to pursue these goals. Only the most despised women openly seek sex and submissiveness. Whores, prostitutes and the like. Our vilest epithets are aimed at these proclivities. Slut, cunt, fuck, whore, even bastard, and many more."

  "Beauty seems to be an essential element in a bad girl. Of course. We insist that these beautiful girls cover themselves up. DOn't show your breasts or pussy to anyone. Be ashamed of them. Even more so than your lusts. Don't have sex with a man until marriage. We are one of the most prudish societies on Earth."

  "What the school does is force the girls to display their bodies, to be proud of them. To enjoy sex whenever its safe. To encourage a natural
enjoyment of sex, we use it both for reward and punishment. To encourage submissiveness we require absolute obedience and keep them chained at all times. To encourage trust we keep them safe and protected. To free them from society's harmful bonds we keep them naked to learn to enjoy their bodies."

  "Now, a final demonstration. I told you I was once a student and now am a counselor. To gain the trust of these girls, my school uniform is the same as theirs." Sadie unzipped her skirt and let if all to the floor. She wore nothing underneath. She had two gold rings in her labia lips and a steel belt around her waist. The belt had several rings around its circumference. Her ankles wore steel bands joined by fourteen inches of chain. "My chains are the ones I wore as a student. The school requires me to wear them as a condition of employment. But I have grown used to them. They keep me in my place, which is a loving, submissive slave to my master. I would wear them even if not required by the school."

  She pulled her sweater off and cast it aside. She had a ring in each nipple, steel cuffs around each wrist, and a steel collar. "This is how I appear to my students and how they appear to me. Most of the time their hands are locked behind them. Mr. Jones, would you do my hands, please?"

  Mr. Jones stepped behind Sadie and locked her hands to the rear ring of her belt. She turned around so the Gibson's could see her hands. She turned around to face them again. She knelt on the floor, spread her legs, and thrust her breasts out. "This is the kneeling display position. The students spend a lot of time in this position. It enhances their sense of vulnerability and sensuousness. That concludes my presentation. Are there any questions?"

  Mr. Gibson said, "Ms. Biery. You are beautiful indeed. Can I send my wife to the school too?"

  "Ralph, said Mrs. Gibson, "be quiet."

  He said, "Yes dear. I'm ready to send Alex. She needs to learn some manners and a lot of respect, I want her out of this house, and this all seems logical."

  Mrs. Gibson agreed.

  Mr. Jones said, "Good. I have a video showing some school scenes. Would you like to watch it?"