Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  “Honey, I'm going to do your rings. Nipples, ears, labia and nose. Whether you want it or not.”

  I have dreamed about them ever since I saw them on a girl in a photo online. She looked so hot, so erotic. They were like cigarettes or drugs. They showed the world that you were living life today. To hell with the future. She wanted everything she could get right now. I wanted to be her. I wanted to live for today.

  “I don't have a choice? OK."

  She painted an orange liquid on both nipples then she pushed a big needle through my left nipple. It hurt a little, but not bad. She picked up a big ring from a tray and used it to push the needle back out and then the ring was the only thing in my nipple. It was open and she used a large pair of pliers to squeeze it shut. I heard a sharp click as it closed. Now it was a solid gold ring. In my nipple. Heavy. My right soon bore its own big, gold ring. Next I got the labia rings, then the ear rings. I felt the needles enter my existing ear piercings. I could feel the stretch, but there was little pain. I felt the rings slide into place and then snap shut. First my right and then my left ears. The rings were heavy. It felt like my ears were being stretched down. I had worn heavy earrings before, but nothing like these monsters. She showed them to me before starting and they were identical to my new nipple rings. I couldn't see what she did, but it was soon over. I wanted to get up so I could see them better.

  "Melody, can I get up now?"

  "Not yet Honey, one more to go."

  One more? Where...?" Panic grabbed my heart. "Not my nose, please, not there. I'll never be able to go out in public again. Oh, please."

  "Sorry, Honey. Orders." She strapped my head tight to the chair. I couldn't move it at all. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

  I closed my eyes. It was the only voluntary movement I could make, and it made my destiny recede into the blackness. I didn't know at the time how I would shortly regret that desire.

  Melody brushed some of the orange liquid inside my nose. It got numb and she stuck something big in both nostrils. There was a snapping sound and pain erupted in my head. It was much worse than my nipples. I thought I had been shot. I screamed and she pulled the thing away from my face. I saw my blood on it and felt faint. I couldn't move. She brushed some more stuff in my nose that stung. She stuck something else up my nose and moved it around. Everything she did hurt. Then I felt pressure squeezing in the middle of my nose. I felt a click and she took the things out of my nose. I still felt the pressure. I opened my eyes and watched. She inserted another gold ring and squeezed it together with large pliers. Another click. Then I was alone with my pain and the heavy ring dangling from my nose.

  She left me strapped tight to the chair for a long time. When she returned she released me and helped me to my feet. She grasped my arm just like Stan and steered me to a wall with a mirror.

  I saw my reflection in the mirror. It didn't look at all like me. The girl in the mirror was erotic. Her rings shone in the light. Her breasts were high and firm with erect rosy nipples and pierced by those huge gold rings. She was the most sexy and erotic creature I had ever imagined. She wore her chains with distinction. Their graceful lines enhanced rather than shamed. I watched the creature in the reflection smile. I was a slave girl. I realized I was smiling. Why was I smiling?

  I felt confused, dissociated from my body. I did not want this. I had not agreed to it. I had acted bad and hurt my parents. Was this punishment. To be a helpless, ringed slave girl? I could imagine rape in my future. I couldn't resist. Would that be so bad? I enjoyed sex a lot. As I gazed at my image in the mirror, I was horrified at my fate. Exposed and so vulnerable. I was also proud. I thought, "I am a fine specimen. Any man would want me. Why did a woman in chains look so erotic? Helpless femininity is a turn on even for women? Even for the chained girl herself? I wonder if all the men get to fuck the sex slaves? No, I must resist. Fuck, I couldn't resist anyone. They can't keep me like this!"

  In the mirror I saw another woman come up behind me. I didn't blush. I was resigned. I couldn't dress myself. I had no clothes. I couldn't do anything but speak and walk slowly. Anyone who saw me could control me. I had lost all choices. I could only wait for orders. I turned around.

  Chapter 14 - Education

  “Hello, “ she said, “My name is Miss Johansen. You must address me as 'Madam'. I am your teacher. Your rings are quite becoming. They enhance your beauty and subjugation. Anyone seeing you will know you are a slave.”

  “I'm not a slave. I didn't ask for these rings or chains. I hate them. I hate my parents and I hate this school. Why were they put on me?”

  "Alexandra, you show me disrespect by addressing me improperly. Bend over." She had produced a riding crop from somewhere.

  “What? No, please, I didn't know.”

  She said, “The crop will teach you better than words. Obey or the number increases.”

  I bent over. I didn't want to, but I had felt the crop once from Stan and I knew I couldn't fight. I was helpless. As soon as I was over, I felt the fiery slice of the crop on my ass. Again and again. I squealed at each stroke. I whined and stamped my feet. I made a spectacle out of myself. I longed to rub the burning stripes but my hands were locked tight to the small of my back. I sobbed piteously. I was ashamed of my lack of courage, but I couldn't stand the pain.

  Miss Johansen said, “Stand up and answer me properly.”

  I sniveled as I spoke. “Madam, I am not a slave. I am your prisoner but I plan to escape and lose these rings as soon as possible.” That wasn't strictly true. I wanted to escape but I liked the way the rings looked on me. And the way they made me look. I wanted them because they gave someone else so much control over me. I was ashamed that I wanted to be so subjugated. I thought everyone would condemn me for wanting to be an abject slave. For having no spirit, no desire for independence. Wasn't that what all girls should strive for? I only objected because I knew that everyone should be free.

  “Much better answer, and respectful,” she said. “Until you manage to escape you will find your rings are not only beautiful, but also quite useful.”

  I was relieved I had gotten away with my lie. I was disappointed she didn't detect my lie and out me. What a mess. How long could I keep my secret in this environment?

  She clipped a leash to my nose ring. I gasped. Even that light touch was shocking. She had leashed me. Like a dog. To my nose ring. Oh, no. It was hugely arousing. I felt my loins heating up and getting wet. I felt a blush rising on my face. What could I do. If she tugged, I had to follow her or suffer enormous pain and then I'd follow her anyway. I would leave a trail of my love juices in a moment.

  She said, “Alexandra, one of the rules is that you may not speak until you are given permission. You may ask for permission if it is really necessary. Too often and you will be punished. You may ask for clarification if an order is not clear. You must always acknowledge an order verbally. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Madam.” I may be headstrong and annoying to my parents, but I'm not stupid. If humble lets me avoid the crop, then I will be humble.

  “All right. Let's go get you settled in.” She turned and walked away. I leaped after her, hurrying with short, noisy steps, trying to keep the leash slack. I could feel my rings swaying in my flesh. My nipples were rock hard. My cunt was sopping. My blush intensified. I could see my breasts getting red, too. Those heavy rings swung at every step. I was getting more and more aroused. With my arousal, the stimulation of the rings, and my hobble I was having a hard time walking. She walked down a long corridor. I scurried after her, terrified of tripping but with no choice. She took me into a room with three other girls, about my age and fixed just like me. Helpless. They spun in place to look at us as we entered. She led me to the middle of the room and removed the leash.

  “Miss Johansen said, Girls, introduce yourselves, get acquainted. Take any bed you want. There are seven more girls in your class. Most will arrive tonight.” She left the room.

  One of the girls said, "
Don't be embarrassed by all this. We went through it too."

  I think she was commenting on my blush. I hoped my arousal wasn't showing. I saw a bathroom and said, " I'll be right back."

  Susan Johansen went to the control room. Two women and a two men were already there. One of the women said, two more are in the workshop.

  I saw six toilets in a row. No stalls. I used one and calmed down. I discovered it is impossible to wipe properly when your hands are locked to the small of your back. I went back into the other room. I looked at the other girls. All were pretty and just as helpless as me. The numbers one, two, and three were hanging from their collars. I said, “Hi, I'm Alexandra, Alex. Does anyone know what's going on here? Why are we chained up? Why are we naked?”

  The brunette said, “I'm Nikki (number 2). I just got here too. My parents sent me to this school because I was caught smoking pot and wrecked their car. I think its kind of a school for girls who get in trouble.”

  A short haired blond said, “Yeah, we all got in plenty of trouble before being sent here. I'm Janette (number 1). I'm guessing they don't want us getting into trouble.”

  The last girl, a redhead, said, “Tasha (number 3). Same story. This is some kind of 'tough love' place. It’s run by sadists. I see you got a stripe too.” She turned around and stuck out her ass to show a vivid red stripe across the middle of both cheeks. “Me, I think its to keep us humble. Show us we're at the bottom of the heap.”

  We talked and sulked and waited. Four angry young women. We all had an identical set of rings. Two more girls were brought into the room right after me. Billie (number 5) and Chris (number 6). Chained like the rest of us, naked. The door was locked. We were prisoners.

  There were no beds or chairs, just a stack of rubber mats in one corner. There were a bunch of heavy rings on the walls. Another bad sign. We talked about them but no one had any idea what to do about them. I went to one and looked at it closely. There were no screw or bolt heads visible. Just a big seamless eye bolt sticking out of the wall with a six inch ring through it. All the metal I could see was round and half an inch thick. I found one at my finger's height and tried pulling on it. It might just as well have been set in concrete.

  There was a huge bathroom we could use. It had a shower room that would hold a dozen of us. It had ten shower jets. There were six toilets out in the open, six sinks and a huge, low makeup counter. There was nowhere to sit in the whole place.

  I got tired of standing so I sat and leaned against a wall. Most of the other girls sat near me. Only Tasha kept circling the rooms, looking for something we had missed.

  We exchanged life stories. All lies, I suspect. Mine was. Three more girls were brought in. Vicky (number 7), Mary (number 8), and Aster (number 9). All had the same tale as the rest of us. Bad girls sent to a tough school to finish their education. There were no plain girls. We all looked good. Nice breasts, slim bodies, nice hair, good bushes. We were all angry and scared. Vicky was loud and ranting. She swore vengeance on everyone from her parents to the President. She wanted us to stage a sit down or hunger strike to protest our treatment. After an hour of her shouting, the rest of us just wanted her to shut up. She had been repeating herself for the last half hour anyway.

  Miss Johansen and another woman came in. Vicki shuffled over to them and started her harangue all over. The rest of us watched raptly. I was curious what they would do to her. As long as they made her shut up, I would be happy. Miss Johansen slapped Vicki across the face. Vicki fell on her ass and Miss Johansen said, “Be quiet seven.” Vicki shut up with an expression of disbelief on her face. She stared up at Miss Johansen and did not move. Miss Johansen said, “Number seven. If you speak again like that, you will be gagged and miss the meal.”

  The second woman said, “I am Miss Roberts. You will address me as 'Madam'. It is time for your meal. Stand up and line up facing the door. Stand three feet apart. Single file.” She walked down the line and rearranged us in ascending order of collar numbers. I was the fourth girl in the line.

  While we were lining up, Miss Johansen pulled a cart in through the open door. She took a chain from the cart and locked it on the back ring of the first girl's collar. Then the other end was locked to the front ring of the second girl in line. Soon we were all locked together into a single column of girls. Miss Johansen clipped a leash onto Janette's nose ring. She said. “This is how you will travel as a class. It is called a coffle. When we say 'line up' this is how you will arrange yourselves. Everyone watch the girl in front of you. Start moving with your left foot. Keep in step.” She led Janette out the door. We all followed, of course. Miss Roberts walked beside us with a crop in her hands. We tried hard to stay in step.

  It looked like a cafeteria in one of the schools I had attended. I could see a kitchen area and three cheap plastic tables lined up. There were four chairs on one side of the tables. They faced a long wall with a bunch of rings a foot above the floor. Each ring had a short chain dangling from it with a spring clip on the end. The chains were long enough that the clip and a couple of links lay on the floor. There were more than two dozen of these ring and chain arrangements along the wall, maybe two feet apart.

  Miss Johansen lined us up along the wall, facing it and six feet away. She said, “Line up in front of a ring. Spread your legs, Arch your backs. Stick your nipples out. Keep your heads up. Lower your eyes to the rings. Don't move.” She unlocked the first and second girls from the coffle and led them into the kitchen. They returned with a double bowl in each hand. They put a bowl under each ring and returned to the kitchen. Soon there were nine bowls and the two girls were back on the coffle. She ordered, Kneel and eat your dinners. No talking. Last one finished gets a stripe.”

  I hurried to eat. I drank a little water first from the water dish then attacked my food. It was tasty. Rice with vegetables and chicken. A good sauce. I finished and returned to a kneeling position. I don't know who finished last, but I heard the 'Swack' of the stroke landing, followed by a shrill squeal. It should have been humiliating to have to eat like an animal. It wasn't though. It was more like an initiation with us all doing it at once.

  Miss Johansen and Miss Roberts led us back to our room. They lined us up kneeling in a semicircle. Miss Roberts left and returned a few minutes later with another woman. She was the woman who had been at my house. Sadie something. She was older than us girls, older than Miss Johansen or Miss Roberts. She wasn't old old. She was mature and beautiful. She was also naked, ringed, and chained like us. Miss Johansen said, "girls, this is Sadie. She is a slave like you. SHe is also a counselor for you. In rank, she is above you and below me or any of the regular staff. Sadie is a former student who a master enslaved and allowed her to stay here to help you students. She is the slave of Doctor Biery. You must address her as madam."

  Sadie asked, “Girls, who can tell me why you are here?”

  Tasha asked, “Because we were bad?”

  Sadie lifted her hand. She was holding a small, black box. I could see several colored buttons on its face. She pushed a yellow button. Tasha jumped and yelped in pain and surprise. Sadie said, “that was the lowest setting, Tasha. Please restate your answer.”

  Tasha said, “Because we were bad, Madam?”

  “Much better. How were you bad, Tasha?”

  Tasha answered, “Madam, I was kicked out of several schools. For fighting, cursing at teachers, and I smoked pot. I also got bad grades.”

  “Did you have sex?”

  “Yes, Madam,” Answered Tasha, “I had several boyfriends and had a lot of sex with them.”

  Chapter 15 - Nibbling

  “Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

  “No, never, Madam.“

  Sadie raised her box again and pushed the orange button.

  Tasha screamed and doubled over, her head to the ground. She cried out, “I'm sorry, Madam. Only once.”

  “That was the second level. There are three more levels. Tell us about the sex, Tasha.”

 
Tasha, sobbing, said, “ At school, Madam. She made me come then when I was doing her, we got caught. It was in the dorm.”

  “Tell us more. Who initiated it? Describe your position. What did she do to you? How did it feel? What did you do to her? Why?”

  “Madam, it was not my first time. I initiated it. Michelle was curious so I told her what to do. I lay on my bed. With my legs off the edge. She got between my legs. I told her where to lick and how hard. She said she loved my taste. When it got intense I had her stick her tongue into my slit and lick hard while sucking my lips. Then I had her suck my clit and I came. It was wondrous. In a minute I did her. I had just begun when my teacher came in and saw us. We were on our way home that afternoon.”

  “Thank you Tasha. I know none of you are virgins. Thus you all have had male lovers. Has anyone else here not made love with a woman. Shake your heads if you have not.”

  I nodded my head. I remembered how much fun I had with little Millie at my first boarding school. She was great.

  I only saw one head shake, but Sadie said, “Only three of you. OK, Did you who tried it with a woman, like it? Shake your head if you did not like it. OK, all liked it. Miss Roberts would you unlock the chains at the back of a girl? Leave them on the front.”

  Miss Roberts went down the line behind us unlocking our linking chains.

  “You three who have not had sex with a woman stand up and come forward two steps. OK. The rest of you get in line behind these three girls. Two in each line, please.”

  We all stood up and lined up behind the three girls.

  “Miss Roberts, please chain these girls again. You will have to move some chains around.”

  Soon we were all locked into groups of three.

  “Miss Roberts, please free the hands of the last girl in each of these coffles. Give her a crop. OK girls, now we’re going to teach you all something about making love to a woman. Each coffle go get a sleeping pad from the stack and put it in the middle of the room. Stay at least ten feet from the closest pad.”