Hooded Experiment - Complete
Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2020 2:47 am
HOODED EXPERIMENT - COMPLETE VERSION
I had uploaded a first, incomplete draft of this last month. Here is the finished version. This is a "What if" story so not part of the regular "Claire Series".
Claire was looking at the hood that Mistress Davis had used on her. It was of black leather, with holes for her nostrils, another one for her mouth that had a separate piece that snapped on would close it, and one-way lenses that allowed Claire to see out but no one to see in. Which meant no one could see her eyes, making her anonymous, a thing. Unable to see her eyes it also cut her off feeling of pity and empathy. It also had a hole in the back for a pony tail to be put through near the top of the head and below that a zipper to close it, along with a separate padlock. She remembered how it had removed her identity, even to herself, she became more an object that a human being. She put on the hood, having to hold it to her face and looking in the mirror. With it on she didn’t seem to be her anymore, and she wondered about an experiment. If she used it with her family, how would they respond, would they also forget who she was?
After talking to them, they agreed to the experiment, she would wear the hood, the collar the Davis’s had given her, and a one-piece bathing suit that was almost the color of her skin. She suggested they try calling her 562, the last three numbers of her slave ID, and see how that went. Claire needed help from her younger sister Amanda to zip up the back of the hood, but they didn’t lock it. Claire also placed the piece over her mouth so she couldn’t talk, and didn’t remove it except to eat, drink or talk (which she would avoid). Other change was the Claire would sleep on the floor of her room, on a camping mattress and eat on the floor after everyone else, but eating the same food.
Thus, the experiment started, and at first everyone was self conscious about Claire in the hood, and still called her by her name. But things changed over a week, it started with little things, instead of asking they would tell her to do something, they started ignoring her when she wasn’t needed, and eventually they stopped calling her by her name, using the designation 562, then just calling her Five for simplicity.
Claire was nervous about the changes; she didn’t expect them to actually happen, and so quickly. Without her face she became nobody, just a slave. She decided to make a more important change, she removed all her clothes, and waited for the reaction. She was shocked when there was none, they treated the same, her mother made an off hand comment, “Your finally properly dressed.” This actually shocked Five that she had now sunk to the level of a faceless slave, they had forgotten who she was.
Her mother would take it shopping, and it carried the bags. Passerby’s would glace at the hooded slave, a few would ask questions, which were answered with unconvincing muttered phrases of “Punishment”, or “New way to train slaves” as they didn’t know how to answer. Sometimes after the encounter there would be a moment of questioning themselves, but it would pass quickly.
It was late autumn now, but thanks to a breakthrough in technology a new kind of cold weather slave clothing had been developed. Slave-Tex created a tight fitting, and completely see through, cold weather outfit, fit for temperatures as low a -10 C / 14 F, with it a slave is protected from the elements and still shown off almost slave naked.
The next shocker was when her Master (Father) brought home a slave cage after two weeks. “We should put it in the basement like a proper slave and this will be it’s new home.” Five was additionally surprised when she discovered he had brought Slave Kibble, both hard and soft. The slave also noticed the bottles of high protein water, that had male cum in it. It had originally used ejaculate from male donators, but there weren’t enough donors to keep up with demand, so a synthetic ejaculate was created that wouldn’t break down in the water or separate, though some companies like to stay with the real thing. An interesting aside is that the artificial stuff had a slightly stronger ejaculate taste.
Five wanted to rebel but found it just couldn’t get up the strength, part of it wanted to see how far this would go. When the cage was installed downstairs, Five slowly crawled into it, still nervous. They left the slave a bowl of slave kibble, a blanket, and locked the door, and left her alone. Five had lost it’s identity and it’s family had forgotten who it was. What would happen if Five took off the hood?
Soon its master/father was taking his slave to meet his male clients. Five would kneel and unzip his pants, pull out his cock, and lick the tip. Then it would slowly let it slide down its mouth and deep throat the client. Five’s head would bob back and forth to allow breathing, and pleasure her master’s friend. As soon as the cock was hard the slave turn around and let the cock enter its pussy, rising and lowering itself to please his manhood. It usually didn’t take very long for him to cum and Five would then clean off the penis, and close up his pants.
So far, Five hadn’t had sex with her master, there was still an unconscious barrier to that final step. Then one day master brought his slave to a restaurant’s private room where the slave entertained him and six other men. It started with Five sucking each one then mounting him, then she arrived at her master, and without thinking she broke the barrier and sucked and fucked him too. A couple of the guests dragged in a sex saw horse and tied the slave down with its hand and legs attached to the legs. It quickly became a free for all with multiple guys fucking Five’s face, ass and cunt. The slave was soon covered in cum, when it was released it was sent to the kitchen to be cleaned up.
Five had to stand over a grate used to let blood drain and washed down with a cold spray hose. The slave then “thanked” it’s cleaner and went back to the party. It sat on the floor while its master and his clients talked about family and business. The occasional morsel of food would be dropped on the floor, either accidentally or on purpose, Five had to eat up. Once in a while the slave would hear a whistle calling to be serviced and it would give the man a blowjob.
Five could hear questions about why it was wearing a hood, some of them joked that it was because the slave was so ugly. Five actually found that hurtful and brought tears to its eyes. Finally, as the night was ending, Five gave each man another goodbye blowjob.
When they got home, Five had got her master out of his clothes, and into something more comfortable. He took his slave upstairs and made it kneel, Five knew what to do and gave him a nice slow oral fuck. He then took the slave on to the bed and pushed its legs apart and started to roughly fuck the faceless slave. Five could see his face up close and it started to see him as more than just its master. Five looked around and the room was familiar, it started coming back in flashes. This was her room, for a moment she remembered who she was and that she was being fucked by her father, who only knew her as Five, his slave. She could feel herself start to panic but she was interrupted by her father coming in her. Feeling the hot cum brought made Claire fade away again, now it was Five again.
After he left, Five went to the basement bathroom and got a bowl of soapy water. It removed the hood and washed its face. Then Five turned the hood inside out and cleaned the inside with a mild soap, dried it as much as possible with rags and then left it to air dry. Five looked in the mirror and was shocked, its face got worse each time it removed the mask. There were lines and folds that made it look like the bride of Frankenstein.
Five gave in and put the hood back on and again then got her master’s daughter Amanda to help zip it up. But this time Five it gave the girl the lock to secure it. Five looked in the mirror and saw just a faceless slave. Then the slave crawled into its cage and then its once sister locked it.
The last unconscious barrier had been broken and now she regularly serviced its Master. He would let the slave out in the morning to suck him off, and fuck it in the evening before bed. In moments of clarity Five knew the experiment had gone too far. Was it still an experiment but its life now? What if it took off the hood, would they treat it as Five or Claire? It was scarred to find out.
It was now a month since Five had started wearing the mask, and she was feeling increasingly tense. Her day had become a slaves day: Fed in its cage in the morning, let out of its cage then suck off master, do chores around the house, perhaps go shopping with mistress and carry her bags, help make meals and clean up after, then before bed go to its former bedroom to pleasure its master. But Five had been feeling anxious, a little at first, but increasing every day till it was starting to feel like it wanted to scream.
It was a day for Five to clean the inside of the hood and its face of all the sweat, oil as well as dirt that had gotten underneath. Master’s daughter, Amanda, unlocked the hood and left the downstairs bathroom for the slave to clean itself. It realized it needed a shower and that it required its hair to be washed as well. It started with using just cold water, but something made it turn on the hot and the slave luxuriated in the feeling of hot water on its body. It was even using Claire’s shampoo, and the smell brought forward so many memories and recognition of who she was. Before she had gone in the shower, she had looked in the mirror and saw a mess of a face. Skin had been squashed into folds; lines had been impressed into her face. She looked like something that had been stitched together. Now after the shower, much of the deformations had disappeared and she now recognized herself. She used a small hair dryer and now her hair took on its regular luster.
Claire realized she couldn’t do this anymore. She tried to put the mask on but stopped before it touched her face. She then snuck upstairs to her bedroom and put on a sweat pants and top. Something that wouldn’t show her body. Claire put on makeup, and used concealer on the lines that could still faintly be seen. She didn’t know what would happen when she went back downstairs and tried to be herself again, would they accept that? She finally decided to simply go downstairs like nothing had happened, like she had been away on a long trip.
She went downstairs to the living room, and kissed her mom and dad, “Hi everyone, how are you? Glad to be back from my trip.” The family looked at her dumbfounded. They stammered trying to say something. Claire just sat in on the sofa and started reading the paper.
Her mother spoke first, in a halting manner, “So, how was your vacation?”
“It was fine, it was interesting to say the least.” Then turned to her father, “So how’s business at the mine?”
“It’s, its going fine.”
“Well I’m going downtown today, is there anything you needed?” No one said anything. She relished the freedom of going downtown to eat good food and go shopping, just for herself.
It took a few days but the family got used to having Claire back. There were awkward moments, with feelings of unconscious shame. Friends and neighbors wondered where Claire had been and what happened to their slave, Five. It seemed that people never put two and two together, or if they did didn’t say so.
Claire had a dream few days later; her father came into her room with her hood and enslavement papers in his hands. He said, “I want my slave back, and you’ve shown that is what you are now.” But was that a dream, reality, or a wish?
I had uploaded a first, incomplete draft of this last month. Here is the finished version. This is a "What if" story so not part of the regular "Claire Series".
Claire was looking at the hood that Mistress Davis had used on her. It was of black leather, with holes for her nostrils, another one for her mouth that had a separate piece that snapped on would close it, and one-way lenses that allowed Claire to see out but no one to see in. Which meant no one could see her eyes, making her anonymous, a thing. Unable to see her eyes it also cut her off feeling of pity and empathy. It also had a hole in the back for a pony tail to be put through near the top of the head and below that a zipper to close it, along with a separate padlock. She remembered how it had removed her identity, even to herself, she became more an object that a human being. She put on the hood, having to hold it to her face and looking in the mirror. With it on she didn’t seem to be her anymore, and she wondered about an experiment. If she used it with her family, how would they respond, would they also forget who she was?
After talking to them, they agreed to the experiment, she would wear the hood, the collar the Davis’s had given her, and a one-piece bathing suit that was almost the color of her skin. She suggested they try calling her 562, the last three numbers of her slave ID, and see how that went. Claire needed help from her younger sister Amanda to zip up the back of the hood, but they didn’t lock it. Claire also placed the piece over her mouth so she couldn’t talk, and didn’t remove it except to eat, drink or talk (which she would avoid). Other change was the Claire would sleep on the floor of her room, on a camping mattress and eat on the floor after everyone else, but eating the same food.
Thus, the experiment started, and at first everyone was self conscious about Claire in the hood, and still called her by her name. But things changed over a week, it started with little things, instead of asking they would tell her to do something, they started ignoring her when she wasn’t needed, and eventually they stopped calling her by her name, using the designation 562, then just calling her Five for simplicity.
Claire was nervous about the changes; she didn’t expect them to actually happen, and so quickly. Without her face she became nobody, just a slave. She decided to make a more important change, she removed all her clothes, and waited for the reaction. She was shocked when there was none, they treated the same, her mother made an off hand comment, “Your finally properly dressed.” This actually shocked Five that she had now sunk to the level of a faceless slave, they had forgotten who she was.
Her mother would take it shopping, and it carried the bags. Passerby’s would glace at the hooded slave, a few would ask questions, which were answered with unconvincing muttered phrases of “Punishment”, or “New way to train slaves” as they didn’t know how to answer. Sometimes after the encounter there would be a moment of questioning themselves, but it would pass quickly.
It was late autumn now, but thanks to a breakthrough in technology a new kind of cold weather slave clothing had been developed. Slave-Tex created a tight fitting, and completely see through, cold weather outfit, fit for temperatures as low a -10 C / 14 F, with it a slave is protected from the elements and still shown off almost slave naked.
The next shocker was when her Master (Father) brought home a slave cage after two weeks. “We should put it in the basement like a proper slave and this will be it’s new home.” Five was additionally surprised when she discovered he had brought Slave Kibble, both hard and soft. The slave also noticed the bottles of high protein water, that had male cum in it. It had originally used ejaculate from male donators, but there weren’t enough donors to keep up with demand, so a synthetic ejaculate was created that wouldn’t break down in the water or separate, though some companies like to stay with the real thing. An interesting aside is that the artificial stuff had a slightly stronger ejaculate taste.
Five wanted to rebel but found it just couldn’t get up the strength, part of it wanted to see how far this would go. When the cage was installed downstairs, Five slowly crawled into it, still nervous. They left the slave a bowl of slave kibble, a blanket, and locked the door, and left her alone. Five had lost it’s identity and it’s family had forgotten who it was. What would happen if Five took off the hood?
Soon its master/father was taking his slave to meet his male clients. Five would kneel and unzip his pants, pull out his cock, and lick the tip. Then it would slowly let it slide down its mouth and deep throat the client. Five’s head would bob back and forth to allow breathing, and pleasure her master’s friend. As soon as the cock was hard the slave turn around and let the cock enter its pussy, rising and lowering itself to please his manhood. It usually didn’t take very long for him to cum and Five would then clean off the penis, and close up his pants.
So far, Five hadn’t had sex with her master, there was still an unconscious barrier to that final step. Then one day master brought his slave to a restaurant’s private room where the slave entertained him and six other men. It started with Five sucking each one then mounting him, then she arrived at her master, and without thinking she broke the barrier and sucked and fucked him too. A couple of the guests dragged in a sex saw horse and tied the slave down with its hand and legs attached to the legs. It quickly became a free for all with multiple guys fucking Five’s face, ass and cunt. The slave was soon covered in cum, when it was released it was sent to the kitchen to be cleaned up.
Five had to stand over a grate used to let blood drain and washed down with a cold spray hose. The slave then “thanked” it’s cleaner and went back to the party. It sat on the floor while its master and his clients talked about family and business. The occasional morsel of food would be dropped on the floor, either accidentally or on purpose, Five had to eat up. Once in a while the slave would hear a whistle calling to be serviced and it would give the man a blowjob.
Five could hear questions about why it was wearing a hood, some of them joked that it was because the slave was so ugly. Five actually found that hurtful and brought tears to its eyes. Finally, as the night was ending, Five gave each man another goodbye blowjob.
When they got home, Five had got her master out of his clothes, and into something more comfortable. He took his slave upstairs and made it kneel, Five knew what to do and gave him a nice slow oral fuck. He then took the slave on to the bed and pushed its legs apart and started to roughly fuck the faceless slave. Five could see his face up close and it started to see him as more than just its master. Five looked around and the room was familiar, it started coming back in flashes. This was her room, for a moment she remembered who she was and that she was being fucked by her father, who only knew her as Five, his slave. She could feel herself start to panic but she was interrupted by her father coming in her. Feeling the hot cum brought made Claire fade away again, now it was Five again.
After he left, Five went to the basement bathroom and got a bowl of soapy water. It removed the hood and washed its face. Then Five turned the hood inside out and cleaned the inside with a mild soap, dried it as much as possible with rags and then left it to air dry. Five looked in the mirror and was shocked, its face got worse each time it removed the mask. There were lines and folds that made it look like the bride of Frankenstein.
Five gave in and put the hood back on and again then got her master’s daughter Amanda to help zip it up. But this time Five it gave the girl the lock to secure it. Five looked in the mirror and saw just a faceless slave. Then the slave crawled into its cage and then its once sister locked it.
The last unconscious barrier had been broken and now she regularly serviced its Master. He would let the slave out in the morning to suck him off, and fuck it in the evening before bed. In moments of clarity Five knew the experiment had gone too far. Was it still an experiment but its life now? What if it took off the hood, would they treat it as Five or Claire? It was scarred to find out.
It was now a month since Five had started wearing the mask, and she was feeling increasingly tense. Her day had become a slaves day: Fed in its cage in the morning, let out of its cage then suck off master, do chores around the house, perhaps go shopping with mistress and carry her bags, help make meals and clean up after, then before bed go to its former bedroom to pleasure its master. But Five had been feeling anxious, a little at first, but increasing every day till it was starting to feel like it wanted to scream.
It was a day for Five to clean the inside of the hood and its face of all the sweat, oil as well as dirt that had gotten underneath. Master’s daughter, Amanda, unlocked the hood and left the downstairs bathroom for the slave to clean itself. It realized it needed a shower and that it required its hair to be washed as well. It started with using just cold water, but something made it turn on the hot and the slave luxuriated in the feeling of hot water on its body. It was even using Claire’s shampoo, and the smell brought forward so many memories and recognition of who she was. Before she had gone in the shower, she had looked in the mirror and saw a mess of a face. Skin had been squashed into folds; lines had been impressed into her face. She looked like something that had been stitched together. Now after the shower, much of the deformations had disappeared and she now recognized herself. She used a small hair dryer and now her hair took on its regular luster.
Claire realized she couldn’t do this anymore. She tried to put the mask on but stopped before it touched her face. She then snuck upstairs to her bedroom and put on a sweat pants and top. Something that wouldn’t show her body. Claire put on makeup, and used concealer on the lines that could still faintly be seen. She didn’t know what would happen when she went back downstairs and tried to be herself again, would they accept that? She finally decided to simply go downstairs like nothing had happened, like she had been away on a long trip.
She went downstairs to the living room, and kissed her mom and dad, “Hi everyone, how are you? Glad to be back from my trip.” The family looked at her dumbfounded. They stammered trying to say something. Claire just sat in on the sofa and started reading the paper.
Her mother spoke first, in a halting manner, “So, how was your vacation?”
“It was fine, it was interesting to say the least.” Then turned to her father, “So how’s business at the mine?”
“It’s, its going fine.”
“Well I’m going downtown today, is there anything you needed?” No one said anything. She relished the freedom of going downtown to eat good food and go shopping, just for herself.
It took a few days but the family got used to having Claire back. There were awkward moments, with feelings of unconscious shame. Friends and neighbors wondered where Claire had been and what happened to their slave, Five. It seemed that people never put two and two together, or if they did didn’t say so.
Claire had a dream few days later; her father came into her room with her hood and enslavement papers in his hands. He said, “I want my slave back, and you’ve shown that is what you are now.” But was that a dream, reality, or a wish?
