Back Home Again - Rejected Version

[gary]

This is the original version of how Claire got out of the Slave Pens in the story.

The next couple of days went by in a fog, she simply did as she was told, but without enthusiasm. She wondered about simply accepting slavery, or at least the “slave rental” the manager had talked about. One day she finally got the strength to ask about it.

“Excuse me.” She slowly said as the manager passed her kennel.

“Ah, she speaks. How may I help you, have you decided to let yourself be sold?”

“Not quite, but I did wonder about that being rented out as a slave that you had talked to me about.”

“Oh yes, is that what you want now? I can arrange it and have you shipped out today.” He was happy to do this; the temporary owners store would pay well for lease of the slave. Claire wouldn’t get anything since she would be considered a slave (although unofficial), if it had been her father who had requested it, he would have gotten three quarters of it, the same as if he had sold her through the store. But of course, he didn’t tell any of this to the potential slave. And of course, he would get commission on her, same as if she was really sold.

“I just want to know the options of who might get me.”

“That wouldn’t be up to you.”

“Yes, I know, I just want to know where and to who I would go to?”

“Well I’ll look into it, and well talk soon so I can get you ready to transport.”

“I haven’t quite decided to do it.”

“Well, it would be a hell of a lot better that staying here.”

“True, I’ve lost count how long I’ve been here, How, much longer till I can release myself.”

“Four more days.” He lied. Claire slumped on the cot and laid down.

An hour later he returned with news, “Well we don’t have anyone here since we just opened. We use previous customers, not just any slave owner. The ones who have signed up for the program that are available are in Edmonton and Vancouver. Interestingly the Vancouver master is actually a black woman, age 38.”

“You don’t see blacks owning slaves on TV.”

“Yes, that’s mostly in the United States. There is a lot of disapproval about blacks owning white women.”

“Its far away, what if my dad comes with the claim ticket?”

“We’d inform him as soon as you’re in transit that you’ve chosen to rent yourself.”

“And if he wants me back?”

“You’d have to be at your new home for at least four days before you can return. Then we would tell your father when your available for pick up.”

“OK, I have to think about this, I’m not sure I want to do this, I just wanted to know my options.”

“You should do this; you’re not doing well in here. You need a place to go.” Deliberately forgetting to mention he could release her for that very reason. “Perhaps I should simply send you anyways, I think you’d prefer someone else to make decisions for you right now, I doubt you’d object.”

“Yes sir.” Claire whispered.

“Excellent, I’ll send you to Vancouver, I like the idea of sending you to a black woman.” An hour later he arrived with the paperwork for Claire to sign, she read it over carefully, making sure he wasn’t trying to sneakily enslave her. With her signature affixed he brought out the chip encoder and informed her that her chip will now read “slave” instead of “free” to avoid questions of her status. “So, remember you are for all intense and purposes, a slave now, you must remember how you must behave.”

All this made Claire worried, but she couldn’t ignore that it also gave her a twinge of pleasure. Before she knew it a truck arrived and the service doors were opened. The Manager brought her effects on a garbage bag and Claire took them and crawled into the cage in the truck. The transport orders were attached to the cage and the truck doors were closed and Claire was spirited away.

A ride to the airport, a two hour wait in cargo, two hour flight, and finally she arrived in Vancouver. Her new mistress was there to pick her up. She was tall with very dark skin, long soft hair, curvy without being fat and she spoke in a Caribbean accent, “Welcome home slave, my name is Nyoka, but you will only call me mistress, do you understand?”

“Yes mistress, I do.”

“I will take you to the nearest Sam The Slave Man store and register you as my slave.”

Claire lifted her hand like she was back in class.

“You may speak.”

“I just want to make sure everything will say I’m a rental Mistress.”

“Do not worry, I will look after you properly.” She attached a chain to her collar and she followed her owner to her car. She was told to get in the trunk, which Claire did without question. The ride was bumpy and she was jerked around, and she hated not being able to see where they were going. The finally arrived and Claire was led into the store. Her mistress showed her ID and handed over the paperwork for Claire’s (hopefully) temporary slavery. She showed Claire all the paperwork and made sure she saw what the chip encoder would write on her chip, that she was in the temporary service to Mistress Nyoka Lawrence. Assured Claire relaxed and her mood lifted.

The trip to her new home was not as bumpy and saw her new habitation once released from the trunk. It was a large, older style house with a covered porch and painted light blue. When they entered, they were greeted by her slave Ellen, a little shorter than Claire, with D cup breasts, a pleasant face and dark hair. Claire waited while the slave helped her mistress off with her coat and brought slippers for her to replace her high heels. She followed them upstairs, and carefully observed while mistress was undressed from her sophisticated work clothes and redressed into more comfortable, but still elegant outfit for relaxing at home. Ellen then showed Claire around the house and showed her where everything was and how things were to be done.

Claire then got a shock when Ellen informed her how Mistress was going to use her. Mistress Nyoka ran a Slave Escort Service, which was legal. She hired other people’s slaves for parties or as just regular escorts, making their owners money. She had a rotating stable of slaves that worked one or two days a week for her, though sometimes she had all of them assemble for large parties. Claire didn’t realize this was possible, she didn’t think that an “approved owner” would be running a prostitution ring. She had no idea what to do, but she got up the nerve to talk to Mistress Nyoka about it.

“I don’t want to be disrespectful, and I have no problems with your business. But I’m only here for a few days so I can get out of the pens at Sam’s store.”

“Yes, I know your situation, but I think if you let your slave mind free, you’ll enjoy pleasing so many men. Remember you have to stay a minimum of four days, and I count whole days so this day doesn’t count, neither will the day you leave, if you do. I serve mostly Asian business men from here and abroad, and they usually are less interested in sex as in showing you off in public as they take you to dinner, or a business function. They often want someone to talk to so be a good listener.”

Claire felt trapped, but felt intrigued as well. She was far away from home and could explore the whore fantasies that so many women have. She asked if she would be able to stay in contact with her family, to find out if her father was going to use the claim ticket. Or wait and see what she, or time, decides. Mistress said she could text with her family every day, either to leave a message or chat with them for ten minutes. The reason she didn’t want her speaking, especially on camera, to her parents was to keep her distant from them. She knew if they saw and heard her, they would want her back immediately. She hoped this would weaken their sympathy for her and increase the chances that this beautiful girl would end up her slave.

Her first full day there was just a normal day for a sex slave. Help her mistress dress, make breakfast, cleanup after and see their mistress off to work. The business world doesn’t want slaves around the office as they are a distraction, also if you want to be successful you won’t have time for them anyways. Its just easier, and less distracting, to have free employees do the various errands needed.

After work they greet their mistress at the door, and help her remove her high heels for slippers and take her coat. The major different is that with a mistress you don’t greet them with oral sex, but give her compliments and listen to how their day went. Supper is made for mistress and the mess cleaned up, then they are informed of who they would be serving this evening.

Claire was sent to a hotel and met a middle aged, overweight Japanese businessman. Over dinner Claire made sure to listen intently, ask questions and make sure his wine was kept filled. When he took her up to his room, she slowly undressed herself for his pleasure then undressed him, caressing his chest and neck. Sucking his cock to harden it she gave him basic sex by lying on top of him.

Afterwards, as she snuggled beside him, he complained about his wife children and his job, unloading all his frustrations on her. Probably doing this with a stranger was easier then telling his friends and family how he felt.

Returning to mistresses’ home she showered and prepared mistress for bed. With both slaves now serving her sexually, taking turns or just being one either side of her. There was no affection between the senior slave and her owner, the slave merely did her duty and the owner took it. She wasn’t a bad owner; she didn’t punish mistakes with anything more that a firm dressing down. Her indifference was mostly that she wanted a white female slave, something that would be at minimum problematical, at worst illegal in the United States. The excitement of going against convention had worn off and the slave was more maid and money maker than a real companion. Claire felt sorry for both of them, neither one was getting what they should from the relationship.

The next day she texted with her parents, her aunt had died and they wouldn’t be home for at least another week, and it would be a couple of days after that before they could come and pick her up. It didn’t really matter, it was OK here, better that being kept in a slave kennel all day, and she wouldn’t be able to get back the Regina for at least three more days. She could just stay here until her parents were home and leave then.

Informing her mistress of her situation she was quite pleased she could plan more “activities” for her new slave. Maybe she would be able to keep her so busy she would let the thirty-day time limit pass without realizing it, and then she could claim her. Claire knew Mistress Nyoka was probably thinking that way, she was very attentive towards her, much more that with her actual slave. Claire perceived she was just a new toy to play with and would, if she stayed and became her real slave, just end up in the same boat as her sister slave.

That evening Claire was sent to a party for Korean businessmen, Claire acted a waitress bringing food and drink, then switched with another slave to mingle and make small talk. She was surprised to see free woman here apparently working as escorts as well, such things were legal but rare as access to slaves had tended to reduce prostitution among free women to the lower end of society. As the party broke up there was bidding war between two older men over who would get to have her for the rest of the evening. Claire couldn’t help but get excited at the fight for her favors, even though neither man was exactly Chris Hemsworth. The winner was friendly but had no interest in talking, he just wanted sex and showing off his most recent “prize”. In the bedroom it was right to work with little no foreplay, oral sex to get him hard then doing it in various positions, which Claire complied without complaint. He was one of those clients who thought himself a great sexual adventurer, trying positions he had read or seen, many were hard to maintain and often gave neither of them much pleasure. He collapsed in exhaustion within an hour, having not achieved much in pleasure.

Claire hadn’t really let her slave mind take over, it was more like she simply obeyed without thinking, taking no pleasure or affection for anyone who used her. Her time with clients was an acting job, become what they wanted, for an hour or so and then go home (as it were). It was taking a mental toll on her, she felt was adrift in the world, not sure where she belonged anymore. She knew she wouldn’t want to stay here as a slave, there was no real relationship here, not even friendship. If she became a slave, she wanted someone who wanted and cared for her. Maybe that was too romantic an idea she knew, getting a master who was decent was often the best you could hope for. If she went up on the auction block, she would have no control over who would be her master. It would be the one with the most money, or at least the one with the willingness to spend it on her. She had been in a faux auction (though she didn’t know it wasn’t real at the time) and it had made undeniably sexually excited. Even now the idea made her wet as her fingers drifted down to her sex and hear the slave mantras repeated in her head.

The next day Claire was surprised when was told she was being sent along as an escort with a Chinese businessman to Las Vegas. She was nervous and asked to make sure he couldn’t put her up as collateral.

“No casino would accept a slave as collateral without clear proof of ownership. A lot of businessmen bring slave escorts since they’re allowed in Vegas, but free woman who are prostitutes aren’t.”

Claire was till nervous but went without further complaint. He brought her there in style, in private plane, beautiful slave clothes and a private luxury room for herself. She was surprised when she found she was actually enjoyed herself there. She stood beside him, blowing on the dice at craps, or just making sure his drinks were full at the Poker and Baccarat tables. She had time to chat with other slaves and hear their stories, or just gossip. She turned out to be good luck and he won $100,000 over the three days which made him deliriously happy saying he wanted her every time he came to Vegas. His only other expectations of her were foot and back rubs, and spanking him every evening.

She returned to mistresses’ home in a good mood, she had actually had fun and the client had been pleasant. Mistress tried to keep Claire so busy with customers she was obviously hoping Claire would lose track of time, or she would begin to enjoy herself and want to stay. The wild card was her parents and whether they would use the claim ticket. Claire was keeping a close eye on the calendar; she wasn’t going to get enslaved because she waited too long. When counting the days, she would overcount to be sure of the safety. She also decided if her father didn’t use the claim ticket by day twenty-five, she would release herself. But she needed the claim ticket to be used, to show that her parents still loved and wanted her.

There was another three-day weekend, this time to a nostalgic southern plantation for a couple’s vacation. (6) Claire was clothed the whole time, acting as a lady’s servant/slave. She found the fancy dresses amazing, and the whole atmosphere an interesting experience. There were only house slaves, black of course, as picking cotton, even with slaves, was no longer profitable. She wondered if they would try to “breed” her with the black slaves, but the suggestion horrified the owners, Claire could show she was 100% white being from a father whose grandfather emigrated from County Argyll in Scotland, and her mother’s family had come from Bavaria in Germany.

When she came back from that adventure, it was now day twenty since she had walked into the Sam’s store in Regina, it was almost time to free herself. Meanwhile her mistress waited another couple of days to tell her that her father had called for her while she had been at the plantation. They informed them there would be a delay as Claire was out of the country. Mistress informed her she would take her to the Sam’s store they had been to before and have her delivered back to the Regina store the next day, and har parents could pick her up after that, probably the day after she arrived. Claire was overjoyed, to feel that her parents still loved her. She felt the weight of worry lift from her and hope for a return to something approaching normal. She was realizing that she couldn’t completely free herself from slavery anymore. It would always be there, waiting for her, while she would always have a slave mind inside her, needing to come out once in a while.

Her journey via slave transport was rough, but she kept up a good mood. Back in the Sam’s store she could barely sleep, knowing that her father now knew she was back and would come for her the next day.

[orflash64]

That was ok. Gary, you kinda glossed over the sex parts without much detail, but over all it's a good story. Why did Literotica reject it, was it the white girl/black slaves part, or something else?

[jeepster]

Well I dont see what would reject it unless its as orflash64 said! Would have to say keep doing what you do cause there are people who want to read what you write!

[gary]

I rejected it when I came up with the version i did use. Of course I would have written the sex parts in later if i had kept it

[Survivor29]

Can you link to which story this is continuing from? I started reading it but I felt confused.

[orflash64]

It's all post here Survivor. Starts with Vacation to Slave training 1,2,3 then Home again. This part is the second half of home again. Instead of Claire going home with the Sam The Slaveman store manager and being his and his wife's slave during that period before decide on freeing herself by request.

[Survivor29]

Thanks, I guess I was confused.

[Survivor29]

In general I find it hard to comment because my tastes are very specific and even stories that I like, I tend to only like parts of them and the same is true here. But I will try anyway. I read that feedback is wanted, whether good or bad, so I'll try.

Not all of your ideas are appealing to me, Gary. I mostly don't like the scenes with Claire's father included. I haven't read all your stories, but I have read a few now and those are the parts I don't like for the most part.

I do like the slave training parts and the overall setting/world. I did find myself wondering what Claire does for money though. I feel like there is lots of potential for some sexy stories in the workplace. Maybe she is a teacher or tries to work in an office, and of course her slave training gets her in trouble.

I am overall intrigued by the world you have made so I will definitely keep reading.

[orflash64]

According to Gary, Claire works in a book store, but later won the lottery, so she doesn't have to worry about money or missing work.

[Survivor29]

Perhaps if that money was stolen or if the laws changed so Claire couldn't have it anymore or something then she could be forced into some more interesting situations such as having to get a job.

[Belinda]

I guess this review is a bit different from the others here. I thought it was absolutely fantastic.

Regards,
Belinda

[gary]

Thank you