Wage Slaves 2: College Bound

by Alan Horn

  Uncle Sam said, "Yes, I'm sure. Do you want to do the honors, or do you want me to whip her? Or we could share the work."

  I wanted to make her pay for the whipping she gave me. Also for the last few years because she was a lazy bitch who made my life hard. Also, I found I really liked whipping a female. "I want to do it. How long do I have? And can I give her an orgasm?"

  Uncle Sam smiled and said, "You learned a lot from Emily and Muriel, didn't you? You can have as long as you want, just make sure you have all her skin red when you stop. If you get tired I will take over until you're ready again. And yes, give her plenty of orgasms. A few in a row is just as much of a punishment as the whip. Many of the women find they enjoy whipping a girl better if they are naked too. Say it lets them get a better swing. Feel free." He handed me a whip and opened the door for me.

  I walked into the larger room. I walked over to mother and gave her a hard stroke across the back of her thighs. Her scream was loud, piteous and music to my ears. I walked around her and played with her rings. She kept begging for mercy and asking who was there. I ignored her. I examined my work and found the single stripe had made her skin red for about an inch on either side. . I gave her another stroke an inch higher. She thrashed and screamed more. I was getting aroused. I seemed to have an affinity for this task.

  The pain was horrible in my darkness. My legs flared with its fiery stripe. I screamed and thrashed about, but I was held fast. My toes slid across the floor and gained me nothing. My shoulders hurt even more. My thighs flamed in my heated dark. I didn't know who was wielding the whip. It must be a large man, it hurt so much. Minutes passed. Hope grew brighter. Maybe I would only receive one? No, there must be more coming. Where were they. The suspense was cruel. Who was punishing me. Sam? Oh no. He would be merciless.

  The second stripe burned my ass again. Lower. Stars flamed in my eyes. Bright in the dark. My body grew hot all over. I could feel the two fiery stripes burning my skin but the rest of me was hot, too.

  I took off my blouse and bra. My breasts weren't as big as mother and the two slaves, but they were perfect for me. I had read a story where the heroine had named her girl parts. I looked at my breasts and thought of names for them. Like whip and cane, or something related to what I was liking so much now.

  I hurt all over. I couldn't move anything. If I tried it caused more pain in my shoulders. They let me hang there a long time. It was a mean way to torture a girl. To just hang in blackness, never knowing when it would get worse or be over.

  The sudden pain in my legs was horrible. I was blind and helpless. Someone had hit my leg with a a whip or cane or some other demented torture device. I screamed long and shrill. I begged, please don't hit me again. My pleas went on and on. I stopped and said, "Please talk to me. don't hit me any more. Please. I'll do anything you want."

  Silence.

  Pain blossomed again on my legs. I twisted and turned within my bonds which never budged. My screams and pleas renewed. I don't know what I said, but the noises I made had no effect.

  Every time I wound down the pain erupted again, always in a new location. Soon, my screams and pleas turned into whimpers and moans. The heat flowed through my body like a flaming blood. My loins grew hot and I moaned in pleasure not pain. I couldn't tell the difference anymore. Then something rubbed my slit and thrust within me. I spasmed in a gigantic orgasm. I flew straight to heaven. My moans grew in volume and timbre.

  When I returned to my body, I still hung in the air. Another searing pain exploded in my belly. I was whipped endlessly. As I grew aroused my torturer gave me blessed relief through my overheated loins.

  I swung back and forth between heaven and hell as the whip sang its melody on my nerves. Now even my orgasms were painful. Too much of a good thing, indeed. My shoulders were wracked with pain. Every inch of my skin stung and burned. Even my breasts and loins had not been spared. The hand wielding the whip must have been female to stripe my most sensitive skin. Only females are so mean.

  Mother had calmed down now and was just whimpering, so I decided to move to another prime spot. I would move my stripes around so she couldn't guess where the next one would land. I walked around her and put the next one just above her metal waistband. It flared red faster than her thigh. Better blood flow I guess. I moved around, exploring the nooks and crannies of her body. I got better with my aim. I was able to whip her back and let the tip whip around and nip at her armpit or breast. She really jumped when I managed to guide the tip through her spread legs and let the tip whack one of her labia rings. I guess that area was quite tender. Turns out, even a whip can cause an orgasm if she's been tenderized enough. I gave her ten or eleven orgasms, all with the tip of the whip before I finished reddening her skin. She gave the cutest screech when I gave her an orgasm that way.

  She quieted down when I finished. As I was getting dressed, I talked to her. "Hi mom. Did you have as much fun as I did?"

  "Ellie, is that you?"

  Yes Mom, its me. I never knew what a great body you have. I'm told you will look even better with more exercise and a proper diet. Won't that be nice""

  "Ellie, they've whipped me everywhere. It was horrible. Did you see it?"

  "Yep. Matter of fact. I was the one who got to whip you. I thought it was only fair after everything you've done for me, don't you?"

  "Ellie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be nasty to you. I've always wanted what's best for you. You know that don't you?"

  "Mom, you are now a slave and I'm not. Now you must answer to me. I find whipping you gives me pleasure and I'm looking forward to a lot of fun times with you. I want to take you on long walks naked, chained, and leashed. I want to make you do tricks just like my dog and I look forward to showing you off to all my friends. I can make you do all sorts of sex acts and degrade yourself. You'll always be chained and helpless. I'll tie your elbows tight together so you are always in pain. I'll put strong clamps on your nipples. I'll use you as a pony girl with big bells on all your rings and a bit in your mouth. I'll put a diaper on you and stuff it with stinging nettle leaves while you're pulling my cart. I'll put a great big butt plug in your ass that has a big ostrich feather so you can look grand as a pony girl. Oh, there are just so many degrading, things to do with you now that you're a slave. Look forward to it." Mom was sobbing as I walked out of the room.

  I heard a voice. It was a girl. She said she was Elinor. No, it couldn't be my Elinor. Someone had to be evil incarnate to try and make me believe the flesh of my loins could give me such pain. But it sounded like her. She knew me. She sounded so righteous. As if I had earned this pain. It wasn't true. It wasn't. In my heart I knew it was. I had hurt my little girl. Could this really be her vengeance? How could she have arranged it? How did she get access to my helpless body? She said she was going to do terrible things to me. Oh my God, what have I done?

  Uncle Sam asked, "How do you feel about her now?"

  "That was a good start. I still don't like her. I meant all those things I said I wanted to do. When school's out, can I play with her a lot?"

  He said, "I'm responsible for you now so I have some duties. If you improve your grades in the next few months, I will see that you have good access to her. If not, then we'll have to do something else. Let's go home."

  We went out to Uncle Sam's car. I put the bag back over my head and reclined the seat. I lay in the dark, feeling the road beneath us. My thoughts were a jumble. I felt both elated and surprised that I like whipping women so much. I couldn't wait to do it again. I remembered how both Muriel and Emily had gotten orgasms from the whip. Strange. The whip wielder is in control. Whether the victim gets an orgasm is their choice. The victim can't ever get an orgasm by herself unless she can use her hands. I wonder what mother felt when she was left hanging in need but helpless. I would like to be whipped, just once. To see what a whip induced orgasm feel like. And the women, no, slaves I was with. I adored the easy camaraderie of their lives. They were so happy with their existence. I h
ad been taught that slaves abhorred their lot and wanted freedom. These girls had renounced freedom. They wanted to be just what they were. They loved submission and sex. And boy, did Emily give me a great orgasm. I wonder if I would like to be a slave? The idea is much more attractive than it was this morning.

  Master Bill took Sadie down several hours later, removed her hood, and took her up to the girl's room. He let her use the bathroom and shower. He rubbed some lotion into her skin and put her in one of the beds. He locked the chain from the wall to her collar. She was in pain. He would include her in the other slave's routines in the morning. He said, "get some rest slave. Your punishment is over. Now you will learn to be a slave."

  Sadie said, "Thank you, Master." She went to sleep dreaming of a time when Elinor loved her.

  Chapter 6 - Growth

  Roger and Bill entered my office. "Good morning. Right on time. Did you both receive the agenda I sent?"

  Roger said, "Good morning. Yes, yesterday."

  Bill said, "Yeah."

  "Let's get started. Our financials are excellent, as usual. I see our sales of goods has increased. Tell us about it please Roger."

  "My pleasure" said Roger, "Our bondage clothing line is selling out every two months. I could increase production, but I think keeping the supply short is holding our price line well. I have seen several new competitors show up this month. They are not eating into our sales at all. Our 'Wage Slaves' brand is getting excellent promotion from the videos. I even saw one ad that claimed they were just as good as Wage Slaves. Our hardware line is continuing its steady growth. We are selling lockable cuffs, collars and ankle chains at a rate of twenty each a day. Its going up about one unit per day per month. Our ring sets are increasing too. We sell about fifteen sets per day. We will have to set up another production line for both chains and rings in six months at this rate. Finally, we are up to ten personal fittings of our permanent slave girl sets per month.

  We self published a series of books on slaves. One on slave feeding and exercise, one on slave sex training, and a third on slave restraints. They just went on sale a week ago and we have sold over ten thousand books. Quite popular.

  We have been marketing the whole hardware line to designers who noticed our clothing. I'm in negotiations with two well known houses. They may decide to fit their models with our bondage gear in their August shows. They have already done nude. Bondage may be next.

  "Excellent work, Roger. Any recommendations?"

  "Only one. I think some new slaves of different ages in the videos would enhance our sales."

  "OK. I'm working on that. Bill?"

  "Our videos are doing great. We now have one hundred and fifty monthly subscribers. Its worth noting that our first fifty thousand subscribers were ninety five percent male. Our last hundred thousand were forty percent female. And our sales of one hour videos is at two thousand a month and increasing. I think the growth there is a function of subscribers and library depth. I agree with Roger that more slaves on the video would increase video sales too. A final recommendation is that we try and have the slaves do more things. Day to day life has been great for us, but we should add something else. Take them in public, go to bondage clubs. Host bondage or pony parties, or anything else different. We need to keep it new and exciting."

  "Bill, your performance is great too. One thing I have in the works now is the newest slave, Sam's blackmailer. She has a teenage daughter who is unhappy with her mother. Initial shots look good. The daughter's underage so we can't use her now, but we can use the punishment scene with some editing. Maybe we can put Angela's face on the daughter's body. Or something. I'll talk to the tech team. Also, now we have the classroom and three student slaves. maybe that will be useful. I have another idea I've been thinking about."

  "I've been networking in the social circles here for the past year. You know, contributing to various charities. Attending fund raisers and talking to everyone I can. I identify myself as retired and dabbling in financing independent films. At almost all these dinners, someone complains about their daughter. The normal stuff kids do now I suppose. Drugs, drinking, legal troubles, wasting their expensive educations, etc. Causing lots of trouble for their parents."

  "I think we might have an opportunity here for a 'finishing school' for these wayward girls. We have the tools and the experience to control and train any number of spoiled females. We also have lots of room here. Many of these people would be happy if they never heard anything about these children again."

  Roger said, "I think there is a good idea in there, but keeping the girls against their will is illegal. We've always been legal and I would like to stay that way."

  "Forgive me, I did not express myself well. You know how all the original slaves were voluntary? And all decided to stay? I was thinking that if a family sent their daughter to our school. We might entice them to stay for the same reasons. Money, sex, and security. If this works, some girls will stay and provide some new slaves for our audience. And it would provide a girl's school setting for some of our videos. I think some might stay for the allure of stardom."

  Roger said, "OK. that sounds much better."

  Bill said, "This might work. We may need to build a school building. We could style it after a western ranch and use a horse theme. Most girls are enamored of horses. All that muscle between their legs. It wouldn't take much to turn them to pony play after that."

  "OK. Let's think about it and talk it over some more. Roger, would you start a planning document for this? I like having something to mark up."

  "OK," Roger said

  "Great, let's meet in a week. Thanks."

  Chapter 7 - School Bound

  Sam said, "Elinor, you are going to stay with me now. You mother won't be back for several years at least. I have her power of attorney. I put your old house up for sale. You have to change schools, I hope you don't mind."

  "Uncle Sam, .."

  Sam interrupted, "Elinor, just call me Sam, OK?"

  Elinor grinned and said, "Why don't I call you 'Master'? That's what my mother calls you isn't it?"

  "At home it might work. It might sound a little funny at a restaurant, don't you think?"

  "I think I should get used to calling you Master. That's what all the slaves at the estate call you isn't it? I wouldn't want them to think I was too good to call you that when they had to, would I?" I loved teasing him. I think he's cute when he doesn't know what to say.

  "But Elinor, they're slaves. They have to address all men as Master or get punished. You aren't a slave. You don't have to."

  "But Master, I want them to like me. I don't think they can be friends with someone who is 'above' them. Besides, I like the sound of it. It fits you. You're so smart and have a great presence. Anyway, I'm thinking of being a slave too." There, a double whammy. Men love it when you tell them how great they are. That and me becoming a slave should flabbergast him.

  "Elinor, thanks for the compliment. I don't have any problem with you becoming a slave. But only when you are eighteen and know what you are getting into."

  "Master, I talked to Emily and Muriel. I whipped them into orgasms. Emily gave me the best orgasm I've ever had. I whipped mother until she glowed red all over and gave her five or six orgasms. I've seen the slaves chains and rings. What else do I need to know?"

  "You have not learned to obey, obviously. You have no idea whether you are a natural submissive. You've not experienced the intensive physical training they go through. You haven't seen what they endure to make them humble. They have no privacy and are not allowed any dignity. You've only seen the good parts."

  "Master, I want to see it all. I want to experience it so I can make a better decision. You told me that several of them were going to college, remotely. Right?"

  "Yes, that's correct. John wants them to help run the place when they retire."

  "Master, I have a great idea. I have to change schools, so can I be home schooled at the estate? I could be a sort of apprentice slav
e. I couldn't be on a video, but I could be fixed just like the other girls and study with them. You could come visit mother and me every day. She has to get used to being your slave, right? I could be too. A mother daughter team. It'd be great. I could play with mom every day and make sure she gets real humble. If I didn't like it, I could always quit. What do you say? Please, Master, think about it. Talk to Master John and see what he thinks. Please, Master?"

  "OK, I'll talk to John. You know there's no guarantee he will want a teenage girl in his house. Also, I will watch your schoolwork and insist you work hard, long, and with good organization. I will stripe your ass if your work is not excellent."

  "Master, I think I could do better if I had guidance and incentive. I think avoiding a striped ass is a lot of incentive. I will do well, I promise.

  Chapter 8 - Not Too Young

  "So you think this could work, Sam?" asked John.

  Sam replied, "I think there is a good chance if we set it up right. Elinor is smart, cute, has had a great experience with Emily and Muriel. And she is quite unhappy with her mother. She has not done well in school and needs discipline to go with her intelligence. It could be a great experience for her. It gives her a chance to purge her anger at her mother. It would be good for Sadie also. She thinks of herself as a sub, but keeps falling into a dom mentality. Its not helping her any. She keeps getting depressed then drinks too much. That woman needs a strong hand as well as love. Her daughter intends to humble her and that sounds good to me. If I am going to own her, I want her obedient and submissive."

  "What do you mean 'set it up right'? Do you want Sadie to be a part of the video team or not."

  "John, I want Sadie to experience the life of a slave. I want her to be helpless, forced to obey everyone, have no privacy. I want her to be deprived of dignity and to learn to enjoy submission and obedience. I want her to expect whippings just because someone likes to do it. I want her to learn to suffer the whip with joy in anticipation of the orgasm her Master might give her. I want her face to light up whenever she sees me, because she savors the opportunity to serve me. I want her happy as well as obedient and humble."