Lottie's Year of Servitude Pt. 01

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This story is set in the same world as ‘Cassie’s Downfall’, where the main character of this story is a minor character from Cassie’s story. Their paths intertwine at times but they are separate stories and work as standalones.

It was 15 years ago that the United States passed the 34th Amendment, which re-introduced legal slavery. What started as a way of boosting the economy through cheap/free labour soon led to a booming sex-slave industry, where men (and sometimes women) could spend their wealth living out their wildest sexual fantasies with enslaved women (and sometimes men). Owning slaves is also seen as a status symbol, and great prestige was awarded to those with attractive naked girls kneeling at their feet.

Slaves are afforded very few rights, and what rights they do have is seen as asset protection for their owners. Sexual slaves are considered the lowest of the low and are expected to perform any tasks asked of them no matter how degrading or humiliating, all the while being ‘slave naked’ at all times. Originally the slave population was made up of petty criminals, but increasingly there have been more and more people enslaved due to debt and insolvency. Many bank loans expect collateral and one of the many ways poorer people were able to offer collateral was their body.
Despite the numerous protests from women’s groups, money talks, and the re-legalisation of slavery soon spread around the world where 10 years ago it was passed into UK law.
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Chapter 1 - Curiosity killed the cat

As Lottie walked down the high street towards the train station, she walked right past a shouting crowd holding signs, many of its members she recognised from her college.

“END SLAVERY NOW”

“WOMEN ARE NOT OBJECTS”

“IMAGINE THIS WAS YOUR DAUGHTER”

“PEOPLE OVER PROFITS”

A girl from the group called Cassie, who was in the same year as her, recognised her and called out to her.

“Hey Lottie! Wanna join us?”

Awkwardly, she replied “Errrm, maybe another day. I have places to be.”

“Ok no worries. See you on monday” Cassie replied back in a friendly tone.

If Cassie knew where she was heading, she wouldn’t have asked at all. See, she was on her way to potentially sign her freedom away for a year of slavery. To explain why, we’ll have to rewind slightly.

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Lottie was 18 years old and in her final year of sixth form college. She was a nearly straight A student in high school, but with the sudden death of her father, her mental health spiralled and she failed her first year of college. She tried to play catch-up in her second year but slowly she realised she wasn’t going to reach the potential she thought she would, and going to university was now out of the picture. Coming from a working class family consisting of her, her 20 year old brother, and now just her mother, she knew this was her only real chance at social mobility. Heartbroken, her grades continued to fall and she had no hope for her future.

It was in her despair of desperately looking for a way out that she stumbled upon an institution online called “Kenilwood Slavery Services”, who specialise in the leasing out of high-class prime sex slaves to those with the ability to afford it. The institution only accepted girls who volunteered and self-enslaved themselves to Kenilwood, and only those deemed the best would be accepted into the institute. The fact that their slaves were all volunteers was their unique selling point and meant they could charge a high price. After all, to many people, a girl who has willingly stripped herself of all rights and clothing and made herself available for any sexual use will always be more desirable than a girl who has unwillingly done so. How they get girls to volunteer their lives and bodies away is simple; Money. At the end of their year of service, each girl is given £300,000 tax-free, a hefty fee covered by the fact that the cost to rent out a slave is roughly £2500 a day.

She bookmarked the link and spent the following few days thinking it over, and came to the conclusion that there was no harm in at least applying, she can always turn it down. The application was simple. She had to email a couple of signed forms, and attach a full body photo of herself (clothed) as well as some ID documents. After about a week, she had an email reply informing her that her application had been accepted and she would move on to the preliminary screening process. She was given an address, a time, and told what clothing to wear (smart business). Attached to the email was a pdf containing multiple photos of a young naked woman in many revealing and obscene positions. Next to each picture was the name of the position, followed by smaller text describing the positioning of the body and limbs, as well as details about the usage of the position. The first picture was labelled “Present”, which was accompanied by two photos, one with the girl kneeling and the other standing. Her legs were spread apart and her hands were behind her head, with her breasts being pushed out. As she studied the photos, she saw how the positions turned this girl into a pure sex object, there being no doubt that her body was available and ready to be used. She tried to imagine herself as the slave girl, and imagined how embarrassing and humiliating it would be to have to flaunt her tits and pussy like that while fully nude. Next were two pictures labelled “Display”, again with a kneeling and standing picture. This time the girl was bent over and reaching back with both hands pulling her ass cheeks apart. The effect of this was to obscenely display her pussy and asshole. Lottie, being straight, saw no appeal in this and thought it was incredibly vulgar. Still, she studied the photos and noticed just how hairless the girl was. There was nothing at all to hide her holes from whoever wished to see.

Quickly skimming through the rest of the pictures, she closed the attachment and noticed that the email informed her that she should try and memorise these positions as best she could. It was then that it dawned on her; This is what she was signing up for. She closed her laptop and tried to remove it from her mind, but as she was sitting downstairs with her mother on the sofa scrolling through social media it’s all she could think about. She knew she had to confront it so she went back to her room and she opened up her laptop again and studied the email.

Locking her bedroom door and making extra sure her curtains were closed, she quickly removed her pyjamas, underwear and socks until there wasn’t a stitch of clothing remaining on her body. She stood in front of her full-length mirror and studied her form, imagining herself naked in front of someone else’s burning gaze. Then she dropped to her knees, spread them wide, and placed her hands behind her head like in the photo. She observed how her 32B tits were automatically pushed out by the positioning of her hands, and how her body transformed into an object for sexual use. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine a man was standing in front of her as she posed and she felt like such a slut. The idea of offering herself up like this felt so unnatural to her. As she opened her eyes again and looked at her body in the mirror, she noticed an issue; Her bush.

Wrapping a towel around herself, she quickly made her way to the bathroom and started the shower. Taking the razor, she made quick work of her pubis before carefully working her way around the vulva. She then spent an age trying to figure out the best way to shave her asshole before finding a technique she was happy with. A good 20-30 minutes later she returned to her bedroom feeling like a new woman. She returned to the mirror and struck the same pose as before. However this time she noticed how her pussy was much more obscenely on display. She then turned around, and like the girl in the photos, she reached back and spread her cheeks to the mirror. She held the position for a moment, feeling the cool air against her asshole, and feeling more exposed than she ever had despite the fact she was alone. She then looked back into the mirror and saw the vulgar display she was putting on; She felt ashamed. She saw how hairless she was, and her first thought was to congratulate herself on a great job, but her second thought was imagining herself on display like this looking like a wanton slut, just a pair of holes waiting to be fucked. The funny thing is that neither hole had been fucked, she was a complete virgin. Which made her decision to sign up to be a sex slave all the more shocking.

She wasn’t completely naïve. Like any teenager she had watched pornography, an industry completely dominated by slave pornstars. Due to the pornstars being slaves the limits regarding what they could film was basically non-existent compared to free pornstars. As a result, the videos tended to be way more hardcore and extreme. This subsequently had an effect on the younger population who had grown up watching this sort of porn and incorporated it into their sex lives. More and more guys expected girls to play slavegirl in the bedroom and perform the same sex acts seen in porn. Pretty much every girl knew slave positions and the majority of girls had regular anal sex, way more than any previous generation. The more submissive girls didn’t mind playing slave girl but most girls played along because they thought that’s what they had to do to please their boyfriends. Only a small minority of girls outright refused to degrade themselves to that level. From Lottie’s point of view, this was just what sex was, and she convinced herself she could do what every other girl was already doing for a year and earn a life changing amount of money.

Releasing her cheeks, she turned back around, and realised what she was missing, a collar. She looked through her room to see if she could find a belt to use as a makeshift collar until she had an idea; Her brother Rob’s room. She didn’t really want to think about her brother’s sex life, but in her current slightly horny state, she reasoned that he probably did have a slave collar in his room that he made his girlfriend Sarah wear. Sarah was the same age as her and in the same year at college with her. She donned her dressing gown and quietly made her way to his room. Not wanting her mother to overhear her snooping around her brother’s room, she quietly pulled open cupboards and drawers, trying to find a collar but came up short. That was until she opened his underwear draw and noticed something hidden at the back. She pulled the garments out of the way and was shocked to see what she discovered. Not only was there a thick leather collar, but there were plenty of other items. Handcuffs, rope, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, whips and paddles, dildos, multiple different sizes of buttplugs, and plenty of lubricant. She was shocked to think of her brother using these things on his girlfriend, she thought Sarah seemed so innocent. She wouldn’t be able to look at her in college the same way again. She was also shocked to think of this all happening just down the hallway from her without her knowledge.

Grabbing the collar, as well as the wrist and ankle cuffs, she made her way back to her room. Off came her dressing gown, and after figuring out how they worked, she quickly tightened the collar around her neck and cuffs around her limbs. The collar was a well-crafted thick leather collar, about 1.5 - 2 inches in height, with a large metal loop at the front for a leash and some smaller loops at the back where a small padlock could be installed. She knelt back in front of the mirror in the Present position and was shocked, but also slightly turned on at what she saw. Fully shaved and collared she finally looked like a true sex slave, ready to be fucked by any master who wished to use her body. Thinking about it got her worked up and her hand slowly made its way down to her pussy, which she noticed was dripping wet. She rubbed herself as she looked at herself naked and collared, and imagined herself serving a big strong man. Him picking her up and bending her over the bed and using her pussy hard from behind, as would be his right. She built herself up to a mindblowing orgasm before collapsing onto the floor in a heap.

She lay there in bliss for what seemed like forever but was actually about 10 minutes, when suddenly she was pulled out of her trance by a shout downstairs from her mother.

“I’m going out, love. Rob’s at his friend’s house and I won’t be back until 12 so you’ll be on your own tonight. Bye”

Lottie tried to recover herself. “Ok mum. I’ll see you later. Bye”

She couldn’t end it here, she knew she had to continue. And now she had the house to herself. She steadied herself and stood up, and once she was certain she was comfortable on her legs, she opened her door and made her way back to her brother’s room, this time completely naked and collared. The fact that she was standing in her brother’s room naked and wearing a collar he owned and his girlfriend got fucked in wasn’t lost on her but at this point she didn’t care. She opened the drawer again and studied the items inside. She looked at the buttplugs intrigued as she had never had anything in her ass before (other than some fingers in the shower when she’d experimented) and she couldn’t imagine what it would feel like. She took the smallest one in her hand; It was heavy, and cold. Remembering it had most definitely been inside Sarah’s ass, she washed it in the bathroom with soap and hot water, and headed to her room with the bottle of anal lube.

Kneeling on the bed, with her face down and her ass up, she applied lube to her fingers and started massaging her asshole. The sensation was unusual but enjoyable, and she kept massaging for several minutes. But it was time for the main event. She poured more lube into her hand and then rubbed it all over the plug, then wiped her hand with a towel. Reaching back with both hands, her left hand pulled her cheek to the side and the other attempted to locate her asshole with the plug. It took her a while, clearly inexperienced and struggling to find the right angle, but eventually she lined it up correctly. She pushed but with no success, so she tried relaxing and maintaining the pressure. Eventually her asshole gave way and before she knew it, it popped in and quickly slid all the way to the base, and a loud gasp escaped her lips. She couldn’t believe it, she had a buttplug in her ass. She felt like such a slut. She stayed kneeling for a while, adjusting to the feeling of her ass being full. She then got up and walked over to the mirror, and as she did so she could feel the plug inside her with every step she took. Turning around she spread both cheeks to look at the plug inside her. She’d seen so many buttplugged assed in porn and she couldn’t believe the one she was looking at was her own. She then noticed the heart shaped base was misaligned and slowly gave it a twist until she looked again and was happy.

Walking in circles around her room, she tried to adjust to the feeling the plug made with every step. There was certainly no forgetting it was in there. She left her room and started walking up and down the hallway. Then she remembered she was home alone all night, and feeling adrenaline rush through her, she walked downstairs and started walking around the entire house naked, shaved, collared, cuffed and plugged.

She walked into the living room and tried to imagine her pretend master was sitting there on the sofa watching the TV. He calls her over to kneel next to him as slaves aren’t allowed on the sofa. She dropped to her knees and held the Present position. As she knelt in the middle of the living room she was conscious of the fact that anybody could walk through the front door and she would have nowhere to hide and a lot of explaining to do, especially to her brother. Calming herself from the adrenaline rush she knelt there for approximately five minutes, trying to enter a calm serenity. The whole time she could see her reflection on the black screen of the TV, the faint outline of an unrecognisable slave girl. Every time she moved slightly or flexed her asshole she was reminded of the plug buried in her ass.

Standing up, she walked into the kitchen and noticed all the dirty dishes. Imagining herself as a slave, she started to tidy up. Unfortunately this is the closest she could simulate being a real life slave for now. As she stood naked at the sink scrubbing at a pan, she pictured a fully clothed master coming up behind her and slapping and groping her ass, before a forceful hand pushes her down to her knees to suck his cock. Lost in her fantasy she realised she’d been scrubbing the same clean pan for minutes now.

After finishing with the dishes and wiping down the surfaces, she walked back up to her room, opened her laptop and flicked through popular porn sites until she found a video of a domestic slave girl being fucked. A homemade production by the looks of it. Positioning the laptop so she had both a view of the screen and herself in the mirror, she rubbed herself with one hand and lightly played with the plug in her ass with the other. She quickly built herself up to a powerful orgasm, helped in part by pleasure emanating from her rectum, and collapsed yet again in a heap on the floor.

Recovering from her mind shattering orgasm, she decided she’d had enough of playing slave that evening. She went to the bathroom, where she removed her slave accessories, washed the plug thoroughly with soap, and finally showered. She then took a naked walk of shame back to her brother’s room where she returned the items into his underwear drawer the way she’d found them.

[jeepster]

Awesome start of a great story! Waiting with bated breath for the rest of her journey!

[jeepster]

Part 2 is already completed for this and part 3 is in the works. I'm waiting until part 2 is approved on Literotica before I upload here since I don't want to be uploading two different versions if I can avoid it

[Mr. Smith]

Great start! One comment, that wasn't an orgasm she had, it was a slave-gasm or slavegasm. Not sure of the technically correct spelling. In theory, they are supposed to be more intense.

[GypsieCowboy]

Well done... maybe her magical orgasms aren't slavegasms yet because she is just practicing.

Am almost holding My breath until Part 2