Slave girls productions
Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2024 2:00 pm
Author's note: For anyone that might recognize the title from some old site back in 2003 this is simply a fictional POV of a girl for SGP. I may have added some slight personal touches. Enjoy.
"So just to be sure, you've reviewed the contract thoroughly?"
"Yes, I admit it's a bit outside of my usual jobs but I'm always down to experiment new things."
"Glad to hear that. Whenever you're ready just undress and we'll begin."
The moment that he left the room I took a deep breath and began to strip. For some background on why I was there well I'm a fetish model. I've done a good amount of shoots mostly regarding advertisement of new or upcoming BDSM gear like cuffs, collars, gags, specialized equipment and more. Recently a friend from in the industry told me about this new studio that were a bit more extreme but with a ridiculous pay increase. The studio went by Slavegirlsproductions.
Compared to every other shoots I've done which so far had only been pictures in a comfortable environment where I'm put into various bsdm gear with different positions, I get a few breaks in between and then go home with about 400$ a day. Their shoots were much more intense, the shoots consisted of girls locked in heavy duty shackles for extended periods. Said periods could vary from what the model was willing to sign up for. My friend Rachel did a 24 hour shoot in which starting on a Friday at 10am till Saturday 10am she was locked in modern medieval style shackles, wearing some mostly revealing clothes and being barefoot she spent her time in her cell constantly recorded for a full 24 hours. After her time was up she was released and went home with 2000$ for just a day! All she had to do was sit in her cell, occasionally a staff member acting as a guard would come and restrain her in a different way but besides that she was left alone and fed twice a day. Privacy wasn't permitted here as she had a toilet in her cell.
Rachel had shown me the link for applying on their website. I had received an email showing me all available contract options. Some were the basic 1-3 days standard prisoner deals which by themselves gave me lots of cold hard cash for just being chained up. As much as it would've been simple and not at all demanding it would've been excruciatingly boring. Another type of deal was the properly named Dungeon Slave which were only available for the 7 days contracts. According to the site these shoots described me as not only be shackled for 168 hours straight but also be put to labor jobs outdoors and also sexually satisfying the guards. I was always curious about shackles and I loved to suck some cock. At the time I had aspirations to go work for KINK and I knew this would look damn good on my experience record.
Anyway as I was finishing to take off my panties as the man from before walked back in carrying my new accessories for the next week. Pairs of black steel ankle and wrist cuffs with a matching collar. All with padlocks and chains dangling. For simplicity's sake we'll call the man Green as he sported a pair of green army pants, a black shirt and a green balaclava.
Following the contract rules I remained standing at a sort of attention stance. My legs spread shoulder length, my hands to my front palms up in a way that I'm offering my hands to being cuffed.
Green didn't even flinch or seem at all interested that a beautiful 23 year old was standing fully naked and waiting submissively for her shackles. Luckily I wouldn't have to wait long, my ankles were encased in black steel followed by my wrists and soon my neck. Each individual cuff was locked by its own padlock and had some significant but not overbearing weight to them.
Next came the chains. 12" of heavy chains were attached my ankles with two additional padlocks. This would restrict my movements a good amount, I could certainly still walk but running was an impossibility. My wrists received half of that with a 6" chain. However, my jailer had put my hands behind my back while attaching the chain. According to the contact the cuffs themselves wouldn't be removed for an entire week but the chains would be moved or changed periodically to put me in different predicaments. Finally the last item of my new jewelry was a matching chain attached to my collar.
"Time for you to earn your supper slave girl."
Followed by an unexpected yank of my makeshift leash I was led outside. The SGP studio owned lots of land in the country. Isolated and secluded enough that I wouldn't be seen. With every hobbled step I took I could hear the camera behind me clicking a new picture. Another man with a video camera also followed close behind.
After about 10 minutes of walking we arrived at an old barn. I was given a shovel and told to dig 3 holes of exactly 3' wide and 2' deep. Green undid my wrists chain and reattached it to my front then left.
I immediately got to work. I wasn’t in tip top shape but I wasn't weak either. At my 5' 3" height I was about 117 lbs. I was slightly overweight of the recommended average but by nowhere near seen as fat. I wasn't really sure how to make the precise measurements of the wideness or depth of my first hole but using my wrists chain I was able to make some rough estimates. After my second hole was done I was drenched in sweat and looking quite dirty. The shackles' weight was starting to become increasingly exhausting. It was mid July at roughly 85+ degrees fahrenheit.
"What I wouldn't do for a nice cold shower right now." I said thinking I was alone and totally forgot about my personal pair paparazzis.
A short while after as I was finishing up my third hole I felt an ice cold wave splash over my back quickly followed by a figurative gut punch of artic air caused by the slight wind.
My "shower" caused me to stumble down to all fours just outside my last hole. I was about to get up when I felt a hand grab my rear collar’s d-ring and put pressure down to keep me there. It was Green again.
"Let's see your work slave girl."
Taking his sweet time he looked at each of my holes. Kicking some dirt around and pointing at different spots he told me that it wasn't even close to the directions he had told me. I was getting a bit heated and not just because of the scorching sun but because I had worked hard for the past few hours on those holes.
After about a minute of him trash talking my non-existant landscaping skills he grabbed my leash, pulled me up and began dragging me inside of a very clean cement floor garage. I was made to kneel and my leash attached to a bolt on the floor. I noticed that there was metal grates on the floor and realized a second too late what was happening as my jailer told me.
"Time for a real shower slave."
Granted it wasn't as cold as the bucket he had thrown on me earlier it still wasn't quite enjoyable. I was hosed down with a rough jet of water that felt like it was going to break my skin. Being very meticulous my captor cleaned me up good.
"Since you apparently can't dig holes properly you've lost your right to eat tonight."
That news was devastating. I was starving so much that it hurt my head and my throat dry. Although I was able to get some of that water in and around my mouth it wasn't enough. Desperate for those basic needs I broke the contract protocol and started begging.
"Please sir! PLEASE have mercy on me! I need to be fed and I need some water! I'll do better tomorrow I promise! I'll do anything for food and water!! Please sir! Plea-."
I was cut short in my begging by a decently sharp slap across the face. My hands came to me recently abused cheek and some small tears followed. I looked up to Green who had fire in his eyes.
I immediately realized my mistake. I wasn't supposed to talk during this whole thing. I was supposed to act as an already broken slave girl. It had also completely slipped my mind that the contract had stated that I would be threatened to have my meals taken away for the effect but that I would always get something in the end.
Averting my eyes down again I heard him sigh heavily.
"If you'd learn to shut the fuck up slave you'd be glad to know that I'm gonna give you one last chance to get fed tonight."
Relieved I took a deep breath calming myself down. I had immersed myself so much in this role that at this moment this was all I could think about was food and water filling me up.
What did fill me up was better than expected. I wasn't looking forward to digging more holes but instead he began to undo his pants and I instantly knew what "came" next.
I wasn't porn star level but I'd say I was pretty damn good at giving head. Using my tongue to massage his member whilst swallowing his meat and using my cuffed hands to sofly fondle his balls, after about less than 10 minutes I felt him stiffen up and shots of jizz hit my throat, I dutifully swallowed.
Balaclava man rearranged his pants and left. I was left alone in the garage. I had almost completely forgotten about them until I began hearing echoing clicks of the camera taking pictures of my shackled feet and the camera doing close ups on me.
Green returned a few minutes later with two metal bowls. He set them on a table to far for my leash to reach. He then came up to me and skillfully removed my wrists chain and brought both my hands behind my back and used a single padlock to well lock my wrists close together. I had forgotten about the part of the contract discussing meals. As a dungeon slave I wasn't allowed to use my hands. Reduced to essentially cattle I had little rights.
The bowls were brought to me. I looked up at Green for permission and with a simple command I dugged in.
"Eat."
The food itself wasn’t great thinking back as it was only a thick greyish soup but in the moment it was the tastiest thing on earth.
After licking every particle of food from the bowl I did the same to the water bowl. A small part of me felt humiliated to be made to eat and drink like this but a much bigger part of me absolutely loved all of this. This was definitely a type of shoot I would do again. To say my pussy was aching to be used would be an understatement.
I hadn't realized but my leash had been unlocked and I was pulled to my feet. With some difficulty but helped by the collar lightly choking me I was up again. I was then led to a series of cells. Each cell looked quite nice actually. Bunk beds, with some comfy looking mattresses. Some cells were empty and others had some occupants. Said occupants were dressed unlike my naked self but were also shackled in similar ways. Their uniforms were different. One girl was in by herself with a navy blue jumpsuit whilst having only having her wrists shackled, another wore a plaid miniskirt with a black tank top, she wore similar shackles to me with her ankles and wrists held closely together by a short chain and a collar locked to a short chain on the wall.
At the end of the hall was a metal door with no window. Two large letters in fadding text marked it with "D.S." which I assumed stood for my title.
Green ruffled some keys and unlocked the door pulling me inside. The camera crew stopped recording and began to setup their equipment in a corner of the room. Meanwhile I was led to my "bed" more or less. My cell made the others look like 5 star hotels. Instead of a bed I had a stained mattress, next to it was a prison toilet with a miniature pump sink and that concluded my cell. The walls were "decorated" with several metal rings with different lengths of chains available.
I was told to kneel in front of my bed which I did. My leash was replaced by a longer one that allowed me just enough slack to reach the toilet and sink, it was bolted to the wall closest to the mattress.
"You have 5 minutes to piss and shit if needed. Once those lights go out you best be in your bed, you'll need evey minute of sleep slave, trust me." Green said this as if to warn me but I could detect little care in his tone.
I was looking forward to some "alone" time. Yes obviously I knew I was still being watched and I assumed that my live audience would likely appreciate a shackled slave girl touching herself in the darkness.
My dreams were however cut short. I assumed that I would be allowed to have my hands restrained less than I currently was which was true. He did in fact unlock them but instead of bringing them in front of me they were kept chained behind my back with that damned 6" chain. After taking a piss I retreated to my bed in hopes that I could somehow still reach my moist pussy but after almost half an hour of struggling I couldn't even come close to scratching that itch.
I had a feeliing that the rest of the week was going to not be as fun as I imagined...
The end.
"So just to be sure, you've reviewed the contract thoroughly?"
"Yes, I admit it's a bit outside of my usual jobs but I'm always down to experiment new things."
"Glad to hear that. Whenever you're ready just undress and we'll begin."
The moment that he left the room I took a deep breath and began to strip. For some background on why I was there well I'm a fetish model. I've done a good amount of shoots mostly regarding advertisement of new or upcoming BDSM gear like cuffs, collars, gags, specialized equipment and more. Recently a friend from in the industry told me about this new studio that were a bit more extreme but with a ridiculous pay increase. The studio went by Slavegirlsproductions.
Compared to every other shoots I've done which so far had only been pictures in a comfortable environment where I'm put into various bsdm gear with different positions, I get a few breaks in between and then go home with about 400$ a day. Their shoots were much more intense, the shoots consisted of girls locked in heavy duty shackles for extended periods. Said periods could vary from what the model was willing to sign up for. My friend Rachel did a 24 hour shoot in which starting on a Friday at 10am till Saturday 10am she was locked in modern medieval style shackles, wearing some mostly revealing clothes and being barefoot she spent her time in her cell constantly recorded for a full 24 hours. After her time was up she was released and went home with 2000$ for just a day! All she had to do was sit in her cell, occasionally a staff member acting as a guard would come and restrain her in a different way but besides that she was left alone and fed twice a day. Privacy wasn't permitted here as she had a toilet in her cell.
Rachel had shown me the link for applying on their website. I had received an email showing me all available contract options. Some were the basic 1-3 days standard prisoner deals which by themselves gave me lots of cold hard cash for just being chained up. As much as it would've been simple and not at all demanding it would've been excruciatingly boring. Another type of deal was the properly named Dungeon Slave which were only available for the 7 days contracts. According to the site these shoots described me as not only be shackled for 168 hours straight but also be put to labor jobs outdoors and also sexually satisfying the guards. I was always curious about shackles and I loved to suck some cock. At the time I had aspirations to go work for KINK and I knew this would look damn good on my experience record.
Anyway as I was finishing to take off my panties as the man from before walked back in carrying my new accessories for the next week. Pairs of black steel ankle and wrist cuffs with a matching collar. All with padlocks and chains dangling. For simplicity's sake we'll call the man Green as he sported a pair of green army pants, a black shirt and a green balaclava.
Following the contract rules I remained standing at a sort of attention stance. My legs spread shoulder length, my hands to my front palms up in a way that I'm offering my hands to being cuffed.
Green didn't even flinch or seem at all interested that a beautiful 23 year old was standing fully naked and waiting submissively for her shackles. Luckily I wouldn't have to wait long, my ankles were encased in black steel followed by my wrists and soon my neck. Each individual cuff was locked by its own padlock and had some significant but not overbearing weight to them.
Next came the chains. 12" of heavy chains were attached my ankles with two additional padlocks. This would restrict my movements a good amount, I could certainly still walk but running was an impossibility. My wrists received half of that with a 6" chain. However, my jailer had put my hands behind my back while attaching the chain. According to the contact the cuffs themselves wouldn't be removed for an entire week but the chains would be moved or changed periodically to put me in different predicaments. Finally the last item of my new jewelry was a matching chain attached to my collar.
"Time for you to earn your supper slave girl."
Followed by an unexpected yank of my makeshift leash I was led outside. The SGP studio owned lots of land in the country. Isolated and secluded enough that I wouldn't be seen. With every hobbled step I took I could hear the camera behind me clicking a new picture. Another man with a video camera also followed close behind.
After about 10 minutes of walking we arrived at an old barn. I was given a shovel and told to dig 3 holes of exactly 3' wide and 2' deep. Green undid my wrists chain and reattached it to my front then left.
I immediately got to work. I wasn’t in tip top shape but I wasn't weak either. At my 5' 3" height I was about 117 lbs. I was slightly overweight of the recommended average but by nowhere near seen as fat. I wasn't really sure how to make the precise measurements of the wideness or depth of my first hole but using my wrists chain I was able to make some rough estimates. After my second hole was done I was drenched in sweat and looking quite dirty. The shackles' weight was starting to become increasingly exhausting. It was mid July at roughly 85+ degrees fahrenheit.
"What I wouldn't do for a nice cold shower right now." I said thinking I was alone and totally forgot about my personal pair paparazzis.
A short while after as I was finishing up my third hole I felt an ice cold wave splash over my back quickly followed by a figurative gut punch of artic air caused by the slight wind.
My "shower" caused me to stumble down to all fours just outside my last hole. I was about to get up when I felt a hand grab my rear collar’s d-ring and put pressure down to keep me there. It was Green again.
"Let's see your work slave girl."
Taking his sweet time he looked at each of my holes. Kicking some dirt around and pointing at different spots he told me that it wasn't even close to the directions he had told me. I was getting a bit heated and not just because of the scorching sun but because I had worked hard for the past few hours on those holes.
After about a minute of him trash talking my non-existant landscaping skills he grabbed my leash, pulled me up and began dragging me inside of a very clean cement floor garage. I was made to kneel and my leash attached to a bolt on the floor. I noticed that there was metal grates on the floor and realized a second too late what was happening as my jailer told me.
"Time for a real shower slave."
Granted it wasn't as cold as the bucket he had thrown on me earlier it still wasn't quite enjoyable. I was hosed down with a rough jet of water that felt like it was going to break my skin. Being very meticulous my captor cleaned me up good.
"Since you apparently can't dig holes properly you've lost your right to eat tonight."
That news was devastating. I was starving so much that it hurt my head and my throat dry. Although I was able to get some of that water in and around my mouth it wasn't enough. Desperate for those basic needs I broke the contract protocol and started begging.
"Please sir! PLEASE have mercy on me! I need to be fed and I need some water! I'll do better tomorrow I promise! I'll do anything for food and water!! Please sir! Plea-."
I was cut short in my begging by a decently sharp slap across the face. My hands came to me recently abused cheek and some small tears followed. I looked up to Green who had fire in his eyes.
I immediately realized my mistake. I wasn't supposed to talk during this whole thing. I was supposed to act as an already broken slave girl. It had also completely slipped my mind that the contract had stated that I would be threatened to have my meals taken away for the effect but that I would always get something in the end.
Averting my eyes down again I heard him sigh heavily.
"If you'd learn to shut the fuck up slave you'd be glad to know that I'm gonna give you one last chance to get fed tonight."
Relieved I took a deep breath calming myself down. I had immersed myself so much in this role that at this moment this was all I could think about was food and water filling me up.
What did fill me up was better than expected. I wasn't looking forward to digging more holes but instead he began to undo his pants and I instantly knew what "came" next.
I wasn't porn star level but I'd say I was pretty damn good at giving head. Using my tongue to massage his member whilst swallowing his meat and using my cuffed hands to sofly fondle his balls, after about less than 10 minutes I felt him stiffen up and shots of jizz hit my throat, I dutifully swallowed.
Balaclava man rearranged his pants and left. I was left alone in the garage. I had almost completely forgotten about them until I began hearing echoing clicks of the camera taking pictures of my shackled feet and the camera doing close ups on me.
Green returned a few minutes later with two metal bowls. He set them on a table to far for my leash to reach. He then came up to me and skillfully removed my wrists chain and brought both my hands behind my back and used a single padlock to well lock my wrists close together. I had forgotten about the part of the contract discussing meals. As a dungeon slave I wasn't allowed to use my hands. Reduced to essentially cattle I had little rights.
The bowls were brought to me. I looked up at Green for permission and with a simple command I dugged in.
"Eat."
The food itself wasn’t great thinking back as it was only a thick greyish soup but in the moment it was the tastiest thing on earth.
After licking every particle of food from the bowl I did the same to the water bowl. A small part of me felt humiliated to be made to eat and drink like this but a much bigger part of me absolutely loved all of this. This was definitely a type of shoot I would do again. To say my pussy was aching to be used would be an understatement.
I hadn't realized but my leash had been unlocked and I was pulled to my feet. With some difficulty but helped by the collar lightly choking me I was up again. I was then led to a series of cells. Each cell looked quite nice actually. Bunk beds, with some comfy looking mattresses. Some cells were empty and others had some occupants. Said occupants were dressed unlike my naked self but were also shackled in similar ways. Their uniforms were different. One girl was in by herself with a navy blue jumpsuit whilst having only having her wrists shackled, another wore a plaid miniskirt with a black tank top, she wore similar shackles to me with her ankles and wrists held closely together by a short chain and a collar locked to a short chain on the wall.
At the end of the hall was a metal door with no window. Two large letters in fadding text marked it with "D.S." which I assumed stood for my title.
Green ruffled some keys and unlocked the door pulling me inside. The camera crew stopped recording and began to setup their equipment in a corner of the room. Meanwhile I was led to my "bed" more or less. My cell made the others look like 5 star hotels. Instead of a bed I had a stained mattress, next to it was a prison toilet with a miniature pump sink and that concluded my cell. The walls were "decorated" with several metal rings with different lengths of chains available.
I was told to kneel in front of my bed which I did. My leash was replaced by a longer one that allowed me just enough slack to reach the toilet and sink, it was bolted to the wall closest to the mattress.
"You have 5 minutes to piss and shit if needed. Once those lights go out you best be in your bed, you'll need evey minute of sleep slave, trust me." Green said this as if to warn me but I could detect little care in his tone.
I was looking forward to some "alone" time. Yes obviously I knew I was still being watched and I assumed that my live audience would likely appreciate a shackled slave girl touching herself in the darkness.
My dreams were however cut short. I assumed that I would be allowed to have my hands restrained less than I currently was which was true. He did in fact unlock them but instead of bringing them in front of me they were kept chained behind my back with that damned 6" chain. After taking a piss I retreated to my bed in hopes that I could somehow still reach my moist pussy but after almost half an hour of struggling I couldn't even come close to scratching that itch.
I had a feeliing that the rest of the week was going to not be as fun as I imagined...
The end.
