"A What If?" Heartland Story
Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2021 2:39 am
"A WHAT IF?" HEARTLAND STORY
This was written awhile ago, And is based on the original versions of my Heartland Stories.
Amy was so glad to be home again. She was back in her room, back with her family, back with her friends. She told herself she had to take it day by day and not to expect everything to go back to normal. In fact, it might never be normal for her again, but she could strive to seek a new equilibrium. The question was, how much of her slave personality should she let in? It was always going to be there, and if the past was any indication, the world of slavery might sneak back into her life. How much she should embrace it was the question.
She could see the world around her changing too. She could see (or imagined) more signs of slavery around town. Maybe they had already been there and she had simply ignored them, or maybe it was something new. A woman who seemed more submissive than usual, not showing outward signs of being a slave, but something seemed off, something Amy saw in herself.
It was now November and the first snows had arrived. Everything had looked ugly before, the trees and bushes were bare, the grass was dying. Green had disappeared and been replaced with various shades of brown. Dead and dried out leaves littered the streets and yards giving everything a depressing look. Now the first snow had covered the ugliness and replaced it with a lovely shade of white. In three or four more months the snow would be would make sidewalks a walk though hilly ground, piles of snow a meter or more high would flank well plowed or shoveled walks and driveways. Even city streets would have half a meter or more hills of snow between the sidewalk and the street from city plows. The short days, its totally dark by 5:30 pm and the sun rises after 9 AM, along with the -20s C temperature for weeks on end, and the never-ending snow would cause many to become depressed, longing for summer.
Amy had decided to skip traveling to Calgary for Christmas shopping and instead traveled to Edmonton where there were no slavery memories to navigate. Maybe someone had seen her as a slave in Calgary, but the chances were less so. When she entered the West Edmonton Mall no voice called for her to report to HCI, making her trip much more enjoyable. She even decided to tempt fate and got close to the HCI. She was greeted with nothing more than “Welcome Amy, would you like to shop or enslave yourself? We would be pleased to help you with either.”
She felt a slight tingle and decided to go inside. A clerk came up to her and asked. “What can I help you with? Would you like to enslave yourself and is there something you’d like to buy?”
“I just want to look around thank you. By the way how many slaves do you have in stock?”
“We only have two, we have had problems acquiring stock and what we do have goes quickly. I could have you enslaved and sold by this afternoon.”
“Uh-huh, sounds great.” Amy said hoping it sounded sarcastic.
“Well then let’s take you to our enslavement desk and get you started.” And he grabbed her arm (not very tightly) and led her to the front desk.
“Oh, I’m not really interested, I wouldn’t want you to go through all that rigmarole and just have me chicken out.” Amy decided to play along
“Its no trouble at all, I can have you enslaved in a jiffy.” He was beside her with the work station turned around so he didn’t have to be behind the desk, but stay beside her, to maintain control.
“Well, I don’t think I want to do that now; I have a bunch of shopping to do.” Amy was finding this a little exciting, but knew she had to be careful.
“Let’s get started with reading your chip, could you take off your coat and top off so I can get a reading?”
“Well OK, just to read my chip then.” Amy thought about it and decided to let him read her chip. She took her purse and put it on the desk followed by her coat. Then she pulled the zipper on her dress and let it fall off he shoulders and said, “OK let her rip.” Amy didn’t care about taking her clothes off in public, for there were two men and an older woman in the store starting to pay attention to the attempted enslavement.
He placed it against her left breast and then stated, “Amy #267-456-873, Now I see you without your coat I think you’ll sell well.”
“Let me check if you have a brand, let the dress down all the way.”
“I don’t think I should.” She pulled up her dress and started to zip it up but before she could he pulled it down (which she didn’t resist) and she was now just in bra and panties. She acted like she was giving in, “OK fine take a look, but I should leave.” And she bent over and pulled down the panties showing her unmarked ass.
He grabbed at her ass and said, “Well your almost naked, I might as well enslave you.”
“Oh, I don’t think I want that, I should leave.” But still not pulling up her dress, in fact her bra straps slipped down exposing her breasts.
“Why, you should be a slave, you’d make a perfect slave.” A naked female slave came up behind her and undid her bra and gently pulled it off. “See now you’re all ready, no use fighting it.” The middle-aged slave said to her. Amy was used to be naked in public and made no attempt to cover herself up, or even redress herself. In fact, soon she couldn’t, the clerk sprayed her with devoicing spray.
Next the clerk without warning placed a store collar on her, one that designated her as “For Sale”. “Well, you’re not complaining, I can have you enslaved in a jiffy, just have to add your info into the computer and Walla, here is your enslavement papers.” Placing them in front of her, Amy became excited, and fearful. “All I need is your signature, or a signature of parent or guardian.” He grabbed her hand and put a pen in it, “OK so go sign it.”
Amy finally decided to stand up and shook her head no.
“Is there a problem slave?”
Amy shook her head no again.
“Well then I can place you on a 24 hour hold in the pens and let you think it over.” Amy was nervous about it, but somehow didn’t feel the need to resist.
So, her collar was replaced with a plastic “hold” collar, and Amy settled into spending quality time in a slave pen. For some reason she felt safe in here so she laid down and relaxed and let the slave pens feelings of protection and submissiveness surround her. The slave pen area was much larger, there were several rows of cages and with room for at least a couple of dozen slaves. She could also smell the sex of all the slaves that had juiced themselves.
She was interrupted by a father, mother and daughter taking a tour of the pens. The women had to be naked of course, and they were self conscious about it. The young girl was curvy, redheaded and barely look legal to be here. The mother was nice looking, middle aged, reddish blond hair, about twenty pounds overweight, with sagging C cups. The father was definitely interested in the slaves on offer, while the women looked on fascinated and repelled. When they got to her cage the man ordered Amy, “Get up, I want to inspect you.”
“I’m only on hold, I’m not for sale. But I’ll get up anyways.” Amy didn’t know slave moves well, so he put her hands on her head and turned around slowly.
“Very nice, I’d like that.” And he talked to a clerk about buying Amy, told that was impossible without her agreement he started asking if he could trade in his daughter for Amy.
“Daddy what are you saying!” screamed his daughter.
His wife hit him on his arm, “What kind of a father are you?”
“I want to enslave my wife and daughter. Can I do that right now?”
“Of course, Sir.” And a slave monger was called over. The women were now pleading and yelling at the man, but he had the smile of one who was getting his revenge. The clerk and the slave monger cuffed and collared the women and took them away to the enslavement center in the front where they would be processed and later sold.
Amy looked on with a mixture of horror and satisfaction. Somehow some of the feelings that slaves have towards free women were emerging in her. She was then surprised by a familiar voice, “Well I always thought you’d end up like this, just wish I was the one owning you.” She looked and it was Mr. Davin, slave Liz’s master. Amy had helped Liz learn to work with horses, but Liz had gotten her to do it naked to make it easier for Liz to talk to Amy.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Toronto?”
“I’m here on business, may even move again, but here in Edmonton, not Calgary. So, if you’re not a slave what are you?”
“The clerk decided to put me on a hold for no reason.”
“Hold you say? Interesting.” And he walked away.
A few minutes later, he came back with the manager, a average looking black man. “This man say’s you served him before? Is that right?”
“No, I went to his farm to help his slave learn to work with horses, to help her deal with slavery.”
“But you did it naked, and you didn’t complain when we treated you like a slave.” Insisted Mr. Davin
“I was only naked because his slave said she needed it to relax around me while I taught her.”
“But you did wear a collar I’m told.” The manager replied.
“It was a old dog collar, and Liz put it on me, not him. At worst I was playing slave once a week, and there was no sex between us. He even had a magistrate come over and observe it I had ‘self enslaved’ and he decided I hadn’t”
“So, this was just once a week?”
“Yes, and I went back to wearing clothes after the magistrate’s visit.”
“OK, I don’t see that he can enslave you, however he also asked if he could rent you for the rest of your hold. And I will grant that.”
“What!”
“Please do not resist, if you do that can be held against you for enslavement.”
Amy was trapped! She was taken from her pen brought to the enslavement desk, her visitor collar was removed and replaced with a steel slave collar. She was registered as a temporary slave of Mr. Davin then had her hands cuffed behind her back and a leash attached to her collar. She was led through the mall to the Fantasy Land Hotel where he had one of the Roman Themed rooms.
As soon as he had her in the room, he pushed her to her knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his already erect penis. Amy thought to herself, “I kept thinking what it would be like to be his real slave when I was at his home, now I’m going to have to suck his cock like I have in my day dreams.” Amy sucked on the head of his cock and slowly let it all in her mouth. She tried to synchronize sliding his cock over her lips with licking it with her tongue in her mouth. It was difficult to do and she was concentrating so hard on that, she was surprised that his warm cum started spurting inside her mouth. It took her a moment to realize she would have to swallow the salty creamy tasting ejaculate.
“Clean me off slave.” And Amy licked around the deflating penis to clean it as much as possible.
He then left her alone, unable to stand since her hands were still cuffed behind her back. After a while she asked, “Please Master, uncuff me, so I can serve you better.” Talking like a good slave might help. It did he freed her hands and she got up. “What may I do for you master?” Amy decided to go all the way and let her slave fantasies take over. He told her to help him undress, which she did, removing then folding each piece of clothing. After that she asked what did he want to wear next, which he had to tell her where to find his ensemble.
He decided to have his dinner the Boston Pizza in the mall, he put a leash on her and took her with him. Amy sat beside him, and was given a slave meal of toast and cheese. He told her she had to take care of him, and realized that instead of sex, what he wanted was for her help keep him clean, from his face to his clothes. She found this like caring for her baby niece, dabbing his face, cleaning any food that was dropped (which she was allowed to eat). At the end of the meal, he had her to lick off his fingers.
Back at the hotel room she undressed him and starting sucking him to get him hard. It actually took a while to do this, and when he was finally ready, he laid on his back and Amy climbed on top of him. Just like what she saw Slave Liz do, she wriggled her ass and lifted herself up and down on his small cock. She used a trick one of the slaves she had talked to about using one hand to pleasure herself while pleasuring him. It took a while but he finally game in grunts and shakes, and she felt his cum spurting into her.
She knew she would have to clean him off, but before she could he brought out a rabbit vibrator (1) and slowly pushed it in. He turned it first on low and Amy felt the pleasure from the dual dildo vibe and clit tickler. Slowly he would move it in and out, teasing her, then he put it to medium and Amy gasped in ecstasy. When he put it up to high, she started to writhe in euphoria, finally exploding in a mind-blowing orgasm. She could barely say, “Thank you master.” Finally, she was allowed to clean himself off, and this time she enthusiastically licked his and her juices off his cock.
Now she got him ready for be, taking off his casual clothes and folding them, them retrieving his pajamas and getting them on him. While she was dressing him, she finally decided to ask about Liz.
“She is doing fine I guess, there are no horses for her but she seems to have settled in. Did you want to come and visit?”
“I have thought of it, but I know what I’d be in your house, just another slave, no matter what I say.”
“What’s wrong with that, do you dislike being my slave?”
“Its not that, I just don’t want to make it permanent.”
“Well, I may be coming back to Alberta, but it would be here in Edmonton, not Calgary. And I’d hope to be in the country again. So maybe Liz will have some horses to take car of. Your always welcome to be my slave again, but this time it will real, you’d have to please me along with Liz.”
Amy decided to drop the conversation, and just said, “Yes Sir.”
Amy slept in the slave pen attached to the room, though it more like a cage that it was only tall enough for her to sit on her butt. He also kept it unlocked and let her use his bathroom. Amy slept thinking just how easy this all was, she just had to just let it happen and there were no worries.
The next morning, she woke him with a blowjob, then he ordered room service for breakfast, leaving enough for her when he finished. She dressed him in his best suit and he led her on leash to his rental car. The arrived at a large office building, and on the top floor Amy found herself acting as a naked serving girl with dishes of hors d’oeuvres or wine. She practically forgot she was naked, except when the business men or women would take advantage and feel her ass, pussy or breasts, which she laughed off.
Her master offered her services to his boss and he took her into his office where he fucked her up her ass. It hurt a lot as he didn’t use lube and it got worse when she had to clean him off and tasted something terrible. Amy was happy to leave after that, and as her time was up, he brought her back to the HCI store. He had her neck measured, which she figured was probably for a collar, then escorted back to the pens.
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This was written awhile ago, And is based on the original versions of my Heartland Stories.
Amy was so glad to be home again. She was back in her room, back with her family, back with her friends. She told herself she had to take it day by day and not to expect everything to go back to normal. In fact, it might never be normal for her again, but she could strive to seek a new equilibrium. The question was, how much of her slave personality should she let in? It was always going to be there, and if the past was any indication, the world of slavery might sneak back into her life. How much she should embrace it was the question.
She could see the world around her changing too. She could see (or imagined) more signs of slavery around town. Maybe they had already been there and she had simply ignored them, or maybe it was something new. A woman who seemed more submissive than usual, not showing outward signs of being a slave, but something seemed off, something Amy saw in herself.
It was now November and the first snows had arrived. Everything had looked ugly before, the trees and bushes were bare, the grass was dying. Green had disappeared and been replaced with various shades of brown. Dead and dried out leaves littered the streets and yards giving everything a depressing look. Now the first snow had covered the ugliness and replaced it with a lovely shade of white. In three or four more months the snow would be would make sidewalks a walk though hilly ground, piles of snow a meter or more high would flank well plowed or shoveled walks and driveways. Even city streets would have half a meter or more hills of snow between the sidewalk and the street from city plows. The short days, its totally dark by 5:30 pm and the sun rises after 9 AM, along with the -20s C temperature for weeks on end, and the never-ending snow would cause many to become depressed, longing for summer.
Amy had decided to skip traveling to Calgary for Christmas shopping and instead traveled to Edmonton where there were no slavery memories to navigate. Maybe someone had seen her as a slave in Calgary, but the chances were less so. When she entered the West Edmonton Mall no voice called for her to report to HCI, making her trip much more enjoyable. She even decided to tempt fate and got close to the HCI. She was greeted with nothing more than “Welcome Amy, would you like to shop or enslave yourself? We would be pleased to help you with either.”
She felt a slight tingle and decided to go inside. A clerk came up to her and asked. “What can I help you with? Would you like to enslave yourself and is there something you’d like to buy?”
“I just want to look around thank you. By the way how many slaves do you have in stock?”
“We only have two, we have had problems acquiring stock and what we do have goes quickly. I could have you enslaved and sold by this afternoon.”
“Uh-huh, sounds great.” Amy said hoping it sounded sarcastic.
“Well then let’s take you to our enslavement desk and get you started.” And he grabbed her arm (not very tightly) and led her to the front desk.
“Oh, I’m not really interested, I wouldn’t want you to go through all that rigmarole and just have me chicken out.” Amy decided to play along
“Its no trouble at all, I can have you enslaved in a jiffy.” He was beside her with the work station turned around so he didn’t have to be behind the desk, but stay beside her, to maintain control.
“Well, I don’t think I want to do that now; I have a bunch of shopping to do.” Amy was finding this a little exciting, but knew she had to be careful.
“Let’s get started with reading your chip, could you take off your coat and top off so I can get a reading?”
“Well OK, just to read my chip then.” Amy thought about it and decided to let him read her chip. She took her purse and put it on the desk followed by her coat. Then she pulled the zipper on her dress and let it fall off he shoulders and said, “OK let her rip.” Amy didn’t care about taking her clothes off in public, for there were two men and an older woman in the store starting to pay attention to the attempted enslavement.
He placed it against her left breast and then stated, “Amy #267-456-873, Now I see you without your coat I think you’ll sell well.”
“Let me check if you have a brand, let the dress down all the way.”
“I don’t think I should.” She pulled up her dress and started to zip it up but before she could he pulled it down (which she didn’t resist) and she was now just in bra and panties. She acted like she was giving in, “OK fine take a look, but I should leave.” And she bent over and pulled down the panties showing her unmarked ass.
He grabbed at her ass and said, “Well your almost naked, I might as well enslave you.”
“Oh, I don’t think I want that, I should leave.” But still not pulling up her dress, in fact her bra straps slipped down exposing her breasts.
“Why, you should be a slave, you’d make a perfect slave.” A naked female slave came up behind her and undid her bra and gently pulled it off. “See now you’re all ready, no use fighting it.” The middle-aged slave said to her. Amy was used to be naked in public and made no attempt to cover herself up, or even redress herself. In fact, soon she couldn’t, the clerk sprayed her with devoicing spray.
Next the clerk without warning placed a store collar on her, one that designated her as “For Sale”. “Well, you’re not complaining, I can have you enslaved in a jiffy, just have to add your info into the computer and Walla, here is your enslavement papers.” Placing them in front of her, Amy became excited, and fearful. “All I need is your signature, or a signature of parent or guardian.” He grabbed her hand and put a pen in it, “OK so go sign it.”
Amy finally decided to stand up and shook her head no.
“Is there a problem slave?”
Amy shook her head no again.
“Well then I can place you on a 24 hour hold in the pens and let you think it over.” Amy was nervous about it, but somehow didn’t feel the need to resist.
So, her collar was replaced with a plastic “hold” collar, and Amy settled into spending quality time in a slave pen. For some reason she felt safe in here so she laid down and relaxed and let the slave pens feelings of protection and submissiveness surround her. The slave pen area was much larger, there were several rows of cages and with room for at least a couple of dozen slaves. She could also smell the sex of all the slaves that had juiced themselves.
She was interrupted by a father, mother and daughter taking a tour of the pens. The women had to be naked of course, and they were self conscious about it. The young girl was curvy, redheaded and barely look legal to be here. The mother was nice looking, middle aged, reddish blond hair, about twenty pounds overweight, with sagging C cups. The father was definitely interested in the slaves on offer, while the women looked on fascinated and repelled. When they got to her cage the man ordered Amy, “Get up, I want to inspect you.”
“I’m only on hold, I’m not for sale. But I’ll get up anyways.” Amy didn’t know slave moves well, so he put her hands on her head and turned around slowly.
“Very nice, I’d like that.” And he talked to a clerk about buying Amy, told that was impossible without her agreement he started asking if he could trade in his daughter for Amy.
“Daddy what are you saying!” screamed his daughter.
His wife hit him on his arm, “What kind of a father are you?”
“I want to enslave my wife and daughter. Can I do that right now?”
“Of course, Sir.” And a slave monger was called over. The women were now pleading and yelling at the man, but he had the smile of one who was getting his revenge. The clerk and the slave monger cuffed and collared the women and took them away to the enslavement center in the front where they would be processed and later sold.
Amy looked on with a mixture of horror and satisfaction. Somehow some of the feelings that slaves have towards free women were emerging in her. She was then surprised by a familiar voice, “Well I always thought you’d end up like this, just wish I was the one owning you.” She looked and it was Mr. Davin, slave Liz’s master. Amy had helped Liz learn to work with horses, but Liz had gotten her to do it naked to make it easier for Liz to talk to Amy.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Toronto?”
“I’m here on business, may even move again, but here in Edmonton, not Calgary. So, if you’re not a slave what are you?”
“The clerk decided to put me on a hold for no reason.”
“Hold you say? Interesting.” And he walked away.
A few minutes later, he came back with the manager, a average looking black man. “This man say’s you served him before? Is that right?”
“No, I went to his farm to help his slave learn to work with horses, to help her deal with slavery.”
“But you did it naked, and you didn’t complain when we treated you like a slave.” Insisted Mr. Davin
“I was only naked because his slave said she needed it to relax around me while I taught her.”
“But you did wear a collar I’m told.” The manager replied.
“It was a old dog collar, and Liz put it on me, not him. At worst I was playing slave once a week, and there was no sex between us. He even had a magistrate come over and observe it I had ‘self enslaved’ and he decided I hadn’t”
“So, this was just once a week?”
“Yes, and I went back to wearing clothes after the magistrate’s visit.”
“OK, I don’t see that he can enslave you, however he also asked if he could rent you for the rest of your hold. And I will grant that.”
“What!”
“Please do not resist, if you do that can be held against you for enslavement.”
Amy was trapped! She was taken from her pen brought to the enslavement desk, her visitor collar was removed and replaced with a steel slave collar. She was registered as a temporary slave of Mr. Davin then had her hands cuffed behind her back and a leash attached to her collar. She was led through the mall to the Fantasy Land Hotel where he had one of the Roman Themed rooms.
As soon as he had her in the room, he pushed her to her knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his already erect penis. Amy thought to herself, “I kept thinking what it would be like to be his real slave when I was at his home, now I’m going to have to suck his cock like I have in my day dreams.” Amy sucked on the head of his cock and slowly let it all in her mouth. She tried to synchronize sliding his cock over her lips with licking it with her tongue in her mouth. It was difficult to do and she was concentrating so hard on that, she was surprised that his warm cum started spurting inside her mouth. It took her a moment to realize she would have to swallow the salty creamy tasting ejaculate.
“Clean me off slave.” And Amy licked around the deflating penis to clean it as much as possible.
He then left her alone, unable to stand since her hands were still cuffed behind her back. After a while she asked, “Please Master, uncuff me, so I can serve you better.” Talking like a good slave might help. It did he freed her hands and she got up. “What may I do for you master?” Amy decided to go all the way and let her slave fantasies take over. He told her to help him undress, which she did, removing then folding each piece of clothing. After that she asked what did he want to wear next, which he had to tell her where to find his ensemble.
He decided to have his dinner the Boston Pizza in the mall, he put a leash on her and took her with him. Amy sat beside him, and was given a slave meal of toast and cheese. He told her she had to take care of him, and realized that instead of sex, what he wanted was for her help keep him clean, from his face to his clothes. She found this like caring for her baby niece, dabbing his face, cleaning any food that was dropped (which she was allowed to eat). At the end of the meal, he had her to lick off his fingers.
Back at the hotel room she undressed him and starting sucking him to get him hard. It actually took a while to do this, and when he was finally ready, he laid on his back and Amy climbed on top of him. Just like what she saw Slave Liz do, she wriggled her ass and lifted herself up and down on his small cock. She used a trick one of the slaves she had talked to about using one hand to pleasure herself while pleasuring him. It took a while but he finally game in grunts and shakes, and she felt his cum spurting into her.
She knew she would have to clean him off, but before she could he brought out a rabbit vibrator (1) and slowly pushed it in. He turned it first on low and Amy felt the pleasure from the dual dildo vibe and clit tickler. Slowly he would move it in and out, teasing her, then he put it to medium and Amy gasped in ecstasy. When he put it up to high, she started to writhe in euphoria, finally exploding in a mind-blowing orgasm. She could barely say, “Thank you master.” Finally, she was allowed to clean himself off, and this time she enthusiastically licked his and her juices off his cock.
Now she got him ready for be, taking off his casual clothes and folding them, them retrieving his pajamas and getting them on him. While she was dressing him, she finally decided to ask about Liz.
“She is doing fine I guess, there are no horses for her but she seems to have settled in. Did you want to come and visit?”
“I have thought of it, but I know what I’d be in your house, just another slave, no matter what I say.”
“What’s wrong with that, do you dislike being my slave?”
“Its not that, I just don’t want to make it permanent.”
“Well, I may be coming back to Alberta, but it would be here in Edmonton, not Calgary. And I’d hope to be in the country again. So maybe Liz will have some horses to take car of. Your always welcome to be my slave again, but this time it will real, you’d have to please me along with Liz.”
Amy decided to drop the conversation, and just said, “Yes Sir.”
Amy slept in the slave pen attached to the room, though it more like a cage that it was only tall enough for her to sit on her butt. He also kept it unlocked and let her use his bathroom. Amy slept thinking just how easy this all was, she just had to just let it happen and there were no worries.
The next morning, she woke him with a blowjob, then he ordered room service for breakfast, leaving enough for her when he finished. She dressed him in his best suit and he led her on leash to his rental car. The arrived at a large office building, and on the top floor Amy found herself acting as a naked serving girl with dishes of hors d’oeuvres or wine. She practically forgot she was naked, except when the business men or women would take advantage and feel her ass, pussy or breasts, which she laughed off.
Her master offered her services to his boss and he took her into his office where he fucked her up her ass. It hurt a lot as he didn’t use lube and it got worse when she had to clean him off and tasted something terrible. Amy was happy to leave after that, and as her time was up, he brought her back to the HCI store. He had her neck measured, which she figured was probably for a collar, then escorted back to the pens.
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