Unintentional Enslavement Part 3

[Fixitman8267]

Unintentional Enslavement
By
Fixitman8267

Months had passed since Megan had become a permanent fixture in Julia’s life, and the changes to Julia’s routine—and her sense of self—were staggering. Gone were the days of careful hesitation or quiet resistance. Julia had entered Phase 2 of her training, and with it came a new set of rules and expectations. Every shred of clothing had been taken from her wardrobe, leaving her completely naked at all times, even at work. All that remained were the metal collar locked securely around her neck and the matching wrist and ankle cuffs that symbolized her submission.

The collar had been upgraded weeks ago, a sleek, polished band of metal that hugged Julia’s throat like a choker. It still carried the shock feature she had grown to fear, but now it was a more visible marker of her status—one she could never remove. Megan had made it clear from the start that this was no ordinary piece of jewelry; it was a tool of control, a constant reminder of who Julia now was.

At home, Megan had fully embraced her role as Julia’s trainer. She no longer paid any mind to the cameras that watched their every move, walking around the apartment confidently, whether clothed or nude. Outside, Megan still dressed professionally, but inside the apartment, she donned outfits that screamed authority—a leather corset, thigh-high boots, and gloves that accentuated her role as Julia’s Mistress.

Julia’s days now followed a strict routine. She woke up kneeling next to Megan’s bed, her wrists cuffed in front of her and attached to the base of the bed by a short chain. Once released, she was expected to prepare breakfast while still on her knees, her cuffs clinking softly as she moved. Megan would eat at the table, her posture relaxed, while Julia knelt on the floor beside her, eating from a bowl placed on the floor like a pet. Sitting on the furniture was forbidden now; the privilege had been stripped away months ago.

“Mistress, may I clear your plate?” Julia asked softly one morning, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Megan looked down at her, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Good girl. You may.”

Julia moved gracefully to pick up Megan’s plate, her movements careful and deliberate. She had learned long ago that any misstep could result in punishment. Megan had recently returned from a training session with Master Dominic, where she had learned to wield the whip, the crop, and the cane with precision. Julia’s skin still bore faint marks from the last time Megan had decided her behavior wasn’t up to standard.

Once the dishes were cleared, Megan leaned back in her chair, the leather of her corset creaking softly as she crossed her legs. Julia knelt beside her on the floor, her hands resting lightly on her thighs. Megan’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked down at her.

“You’ve come a long way, Julia,” she said, her tone almost conversational, though the steel in her voice was unmistakable. “But Phase 2 is about more than just obedience. It’s about complete submission.”

Julia looked up briefly, her eyes flickering with apprehension. Megan continued, her voice dropping to a more commanding tone. “You’ve learned the poses. You’ve learned the mantras. Now it’s time to apply what you’ve learned. From this moment forward, you are no longer allowed on the furniture. Furniture is for free people. You need to forget that you are still free.”

Julia’s stomach twisted, but she kept her gaze down. Megan leaned forward slightly, her voice softening to a dangerous whisper. “As part of your training, you are to believe in your mind that you are a slave. Every action, every thought, should reflect that belief. If you resist… well, I have ways to help you see the truth.”

She reached into a nearby box and pulled out a pair of glossy black latex panties. “These,” Megan said, holding them up for Julia to see, “are your new training aids. The butt plug has a shock feature similar to your collar and will remind you who you belong to, and the dildo will keep you… stimulated.” Her smile turned wicked. “Or not. That’s entirely up to me.”

Julia swallowed hard, her body stiffening. “Mistress,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please…”

Slap!

Megan’s hand landed sharply on Julia’s cheek. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” she said coldly. “Put them on.”

Julia hesitated for only a moment before obeying, sliding the latex panties up her legs. The phalluses inside shifted into place, and Julia gasped at the intrusion. Megan smirked, taking a remote control from the table. “Perfect. Now let’s see how you handle it.”

Over the following weeks, Megan intensified her efforts to break Julia’s free mind. The remote became a constant tool, the vibrations, and shocks alternating between punishment and reward. Julia’s days at work became a gauntlet of embarrassment and stimulation. Megan would keep Julia on edge during meetings, the panties vibrating just enough to make her squirm. A subtle button press would send a shock through the plug if Julia hesitated to obey a command.

“You’re learning, Julia,” Megan would say, her tone dripping with condescension. “But slaves don’t hesitate. Hesitation shows you still think you’re free.”

At night, Megan would deny Julia rest, keeping her awake with sharp shocks and whispered commands. “Sign the papers,” Megan would coo, waving the self-enslavement contract in front of Julia’s face. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? To stop fighting? To give in?”

Julia’s mind became a blur of exhaustion and stimulation, her body trembling as Megan alternated between orgasm denial and forced climaxes. The line between punishment and reward blurred, leaving Julia disoriented and vulnerable.

After three days of relentless sleep deprivation and stimulation, Megan sat on the edge of Julia’s bed, holding the signed contract in her hands. Julia knelt on the floor, her body trembling with exhaustion, her memory a haze of commands and punishments.

“Thank you for signing, slave,” Megan said with a triumphant smile. She held the paper up for Julia to see, though the words swam in Julia’s vision. “You’ve finally accepted your place.”

Julia’s stomach churned, but the hazy edges of her memory offered no contradiction. She couldn’t remember signing, but she also couldn’t be sure she hadn’t. Megan stood, pulling out a small vial and brush. “Now, let’s make it official.”

Julia shivered as Megan applied a temporary acid tattoo to her right buttock. The sharp sting made her wince, but she didn’t dare complain. Megan’s smirk widened as she admired her work: the word Slave etched clearly into Julia’s skin.

“From now on,” Megan said, her voice cold and commanding, “everything you own—your apartment, your paycheck, your very existence—belongs to me.”

Julia’s head swam, and though a small part of her mind screamed that something was wrong, the haze of exhaustion and Megan’s absolute authority drowned it out. She whispered, “Yes, Mistress,” her voice hollow.

As Megan led Julia back to her kneeling position, her victorious smile returned. Julia knelt, naked and trembling, her free mind slipping further away as Megan’s voice echoed in her ears.

Julia woke slowly, the deep, dreamless sleep leaving her disoriented. Her body felt heavy, her limbs stiff from the restraints that had held her in place at the foot of Megan’s bed. The faint jingle of chains reminded her of her position before her eyes fully opened, and she winced at the tug of the cold metal against her skin.

“Morning, slave,” Megan said brightly, perched on the edge of the bed and fully dressed in a sleek black outfit that accentuated her dominatrix persona. “How are we feeling?”

Julia blinked groggily, her mind still foggy from exhaustion and the endless cycle of punishments and commands. “Mistress,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse. “What…?”

“You’ve got a big day ahead of you,” Megan said with a grin. “I let you sleep because you’ll need all your energy for what’s coming. Today, you’re going to meet Master Dominic.”


Julia’s stomach twisted at the mention of his name. “Master Dominic, Mistress?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“That’s right,” Megan said, leaning down to unlock the chain from Julia’s collar. “It’s time to complete your enslavement. You’ll finally kneel before him and embrace what you’ve been training for.”

The words sent a chill down Julia’s spine, but she didn’t have the strength to resist. Megan’s commands and punishments had eroded her willpower, leaving her compliant and unsure of her own autonomy. “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, lowering her gaze.
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The car ride to the nearby mall was tense, Julia’s nakedness once again leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Megan, fully dressed in a striking leather outfit, seemed perfectly at ease, humming softly as she drove. When they arrived at the mall, Megan led Julia through a side entrance, a discreet path that opened into the back of the Sam the Slave Man store.

The interior was surprisingly professional, with clean lines and a sterile atmosphere that contrasted with the humiliating reality of its purpose. A tall man with a commanding presence stepped forward to greet them.

“Master Dominic,” Megan said with a smile, inclining her head slightly.

Dominic’s piercing gaze landed on Julia, who immediately lowered her eyes to the floor. “This is her?” he asked, his voice deep and authoritative.

“Yes, Master Dominic,” Megan replied. “She’s ready for her grading.”

Dominic nodded, gesturing for Julia to follow him. Megan stayed close, her hand resting lightly on Julia’s shoulder as they entered a smaller room filled with equipment. The grading process began with a series of measurements—height, weight, flexibility, and endurance—followed by an assessment of Julia’s obedience and posture. Megan watched with a satisfied expression, occasionally offering corrections when Julia faltered.

By the end of the evaluation, Dominic stepped back and examined his notes. “Prime plus,” he announced. “Exceptional physical condition, strong obedience, and trainability. She’ll fetch a high price.”

Julia’s heart sank at his words. “Prime plus,” Megan repeated, her voice filled with pride. “See, Julia? You’re a natural.”

Julia’s legs trembled as she was led to the auction area. The brightly lit stage was adorned with a single wooden platform—the auction block. Megan guided her up the steps, her hand firm on Julia’s arm as they stepped into the spotlight.

“How does it feel, Julia?” Megan asked, her tone light and conversational, though her words cut deep. “Standing here, naked and vulnerable, a Prime plus slave for sale. Waiting for your new owner to bid on you.”

Julia’s throat tightened, and she struggled to form words. “Mistress, I…”

“Shh,” Megan interrupted, placing a finger to Julia’s lips. “Don’t speak unless asked a question. Just focus on what you are: a slave for sale, standing on the auction block, waiting for someone to claim you.”

Julia’s cheeks burned with humiliation as her gaze swept over the small gathering of potential buyers. Their eyes lingered on her, assessing her body with unabashed interest. The reality of her situation sank in, and her knees threatened to give out.

Megan leaned in close, her lips brushing against Julia’s ear. “This is where you belong, Julia. It’s what you were made for. And soon, you’ll know it too.”

Julia stood trembling on the auction block, her eyes fixed on the floor as the bright lights overhead cast her naked form into sharp relief. Megan stood at the base of the platform, her arms crossed and a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. Master Dominic observed from the side, his gaze piercing as he watched the scene unfold.

“Well, Julia,” Megan said, her voice cutting through the tension in the air. “Let’s give the buyers a little show, shall we? Start with your slave yoga poses. Show them what you’ve learned.”

Julia hesitated for a split second, but the sharp click of Megan’s remote sent a jolt through the collar around her neck. She gasped, her body jerking involuntarily.

“No hesitation, slave,” Megan barked. “Do it now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Julia whispered, dropping to her knees in the center of the block. Her body moved automatically, each pose fluid and practiced, the culmination of months of training. She arched her back in the Servant’s Arch, bowed low in the Supplicant’s Rest, and stretched into the Obedient Lotus, her body exposed in every angle to the imagined audience. Pose after pose, slow and smooth calmed Julia’s mind and she slipped into her slave mind causing her to no longer see the world around her.

Megan’s eyes gleamed as Julia’s movements slowed, transitioning into the final position. “Now,” Megan commanded, her voice low and commanding, “masturbate bring yourself to orgasm for your admirers. Show them how well you’ve learned to obey.”

Julia’s cheeks burned, but her body obeyed before her mind could process the command. She spread her legs and let her fingers drift downward, her breathing hitching as she began to touch herself. The familiar haze of her slave mind overtook her, and she lost herself in the moment, her surroundings fading into the background.

She didn’t notice the empty seats beyond the lights or the fact that the only audience was Megan and Dominic. Her moans filled the air, growing louder as she built toward release. Finally, with a shuddering cry, her body tensed and then relaxed, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of sensation.

Megan clapped slowly, her smile widening as Julia knelt on the block, her body trembling. “Good girl,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She stepped onto the platform and helped Julia to her feet. “You’ve just been sold for $30,000. Do you know what that means?”

Julia blinked, still caught in the haze of submission. “No, Mistress,” she murmured.

“It means,” Megan said, leading Julia off the block, “that your assets need to be transferred to your new owner. That’s me, of course. Dominic handled the auction paperwork, but there are still a few forms to sign.”

Julia followed Megan to a nearby table, where a stack of papers waited. Her eyes skimmed the first page, which appeared to detail the transfer of her apartment, bank accounts, and other belongings. But her mind was too foggy to process the fine print.

“Sign here,” Megan said, pointing to the bottom of the first page. Julia picked up the pen and obediently scrawled her name.

“Good. Now here. And here.”

Page after page, Julia signed without question, her exhaustion and lingering arousal leaving her pliant. She didn’t notice the cleverly hidden enslavement contract tucked within the stack or the fake auction papers detailing her “sale.” The final page bore her signature in bold ink, sealing her fate.

Dominic stepped forward, taking the completed stack from Megan. “It’s done,” he said simply. “I’ll file the papers. All sales are final.”

Megan handed him an envelope of cash, her smile triumphant. “Thank you, Dominic. You’ve been most helpful.”

Dominic nodded, sparing a brief glance at Julia before turning to leave. Megan turned to Julia, cupping her face in her hands. “Congratulations, slave,” she said softly. “You’ve just signed away your freedom.”

Julia blinked, her mind struggling to catch up. “I… I did?” she asked weakly.

“Yes,” Megan replied, her voice soothing but firm. “Everything you owned is mine now. Your apartment, your paycheck… even your body. You belong to me, completely and officially.”

Julia’s stomach churned, but the haze in her mind kept her from fully grasping the implications. “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, the words slipping out instinctively.

Megan’s smirk deepened. “Good girl. Now let’s get you home. We have so much to celebrate.”

As they left the store, Julia’s collar felt heavier around her neck, its weight a constant reminder of the freedom she could no longer claim.

[Author’s note: this is more of an epilogue than a part 3. Slavery isn’t really my genre, so I didn’t know how to continue the story. Given some time I may come back to it and post a revision the way gary did Heartland. We’ll see.]

[CommodorRaptr]

I consider this a satisfactory ending. Although a bit abrupt I can definitely understand from the point of view of an author. I wrote Intro to Slavery on here awhile ago and I didn't really know where to take the story after the first chapter. I ended up making 2 follow ups but I personally don't like them. Your 2 parts are much better and I like the whole setup. Well done.

[lovethissite]

Well done.

[Sissy]

Fixitman8267, It's interesting to read your other stories.

CommodorRaptr,
It's interesting to read your stories.

[timerider]

You did a great job, wafting for more chapter's.

[Fixitman8267]

You did a great job, wafting for more chapter's.

I am not planning to add more chapters, but I am doing a rewrite.

[lovethissite]

I loved all you revisions so far and am looking forward to Chapter 3 revision. Please continue I'm looking forward to read how Megan uses her new position. Happy New Year.

[Fixitman8267]

I loved all you revisions so far and am looking forward to Chapter 3 revision. Please continue I'm looking forward to read how Megan uses her new position. Happy New Year.

I wasn't planning to post a revised part 3 yet, as I didn't get any response from part 2. If the readers don't like my story, then I won't put in the effort. However, I don't like leaving something unfinished, so I will post it eventually. I have been working on some other projects to give readers a chance to read and comment.

[Sissy]

The story is interesting. Unfortunately, I'm not a writer. It would be possible to dress the heroine in special yoga clothes with the words “slave yoga” and so on...