Pixies Insight Part 1

[Gee]

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Gwyneth arrived at the municipality center and managed to find a parking spot right away. The designation though was somewhat exaggerated. In fact, the municipality center just happened to be the spot where the town hall, courthouse, and the police station were located around a parking lot and a small park.

Looking in the mirror to check her appearance she was still surprised by her sight. Her experiment of dying her dark blond hair to brighten it up went wrong. Or one could say it went well. Very well. Because her hair got brighter. By far. At least her hair was short so it wouldn’t take ages to grow out. But she would stand out in a crowd for a while even though just being 5″3 tall.

Everything else about Gwyneth wasn’t remarkable. Her breasts would have seemed small for a taller woman but fitted her petite frame very well. She was fit without being overly athletic, good looking without being stunning, pleasant to be around but not remarkable.

Gwyneth didn’t want to be remarkable. In high school, she heard the boys talk about which girl they would like to enslave. It were always the athletic, the stunning, the remarkable ones.

During slave yoga, which was mandatory for girls at her college, she had to wear a training collar while she was reciting her slave mantras. She felt it. The calm of not being burdened with responsibility, the ease of not having to decide anything. “The call of the collar” they called it. She heard the call then, but she knew being a slave is not only about kneeling and repeating mantras. So she decided not to get in a situation where she could hear the call again.

So Gwyneth tried to stand clear from people who would like to enslave someone like her. And from the authorities, because she felt that especially young women like herself were increasingly, if not pressed, at least nudged to enslavement. The ways of getting enslaved were growing: To repay debt, as a penalty instead of prison time, for acting like a slave. The list goes on.

But now she had no choice. Her ID expired the next day and she had to renew it. She postponed it for as long as she could but not having a valid ID was an arrestable offense nowadays.

She took some change from the ashtray, paid at the parking fee machine, and placed the receipt behind the windshield. Then she set out for the town hall.

Part of the plaza in front of the town hall was used for storage of building material which was partly blocking the entrance. On a stack of boards sat a sweaty man smoking a cigarette, a paper cup at his side. He looked about fiftyish, slightly overweight, and slightly grey. His appearance was not completely but somewhat unkempt.

“Excuse me, is the town hall opened?” Gwyneth asked the man.

“It is” he answered. “The town hall will be closed tomorrow and next week though in order to redo the floor in the counter hall” he added vaguely gesturing at the piled materials around him.

Gwyneth noticed she still had some change in her hand which she forgot to put back in the ashtray when locking her car, so she decided to thank the man and put the change in his paper cup. As she let the coins fall into it some coffee splashed out of the cup. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that the man just had a cigarette break and was not hoping for some change.

The man watched wordlessly, took the cup, and gave it to her.

“I … I thought… I just … “ she stammered taking the cup and blushing intensely.

“You can keep it.” snarled the man and went to the entrance.

Unsure what to do with the cup Gwyneth stood there feeling utterly embarrassed by the encounter. When the man had entered the building she followed him to the town hall.

The entrance was a flat appendix at the front of a three-story building. When she reached the glass doors she saw the man at a small table at the next set of glass doors leading to the counter hall. She entered and noticed a restroom to her right. Still holding the cup she went to the restroom so she could avoid the man who apparently acted as a doorman. In the restroom, she spilled the coffee into the sink, rinsed the coins, pocketed them, and then took some extra time to regain strength to face the doorman.

As Gwyneth left the restroom she got aware of how hot it was at the entrance. She guessed it was because the flat roof was tarred and so it heated up in the sun. It was no wonder the doorman was sweaty and didn’t look as presentable as you would expect from a doorman.

She approached the man and said, “Excuse me, where do I have to go to renew my ID?”

He pointed at a counter and said “Second counter window from the right.”

“I wanted to apologize for … “ she didn’t know how to finish.

A short grunt was all the answer she got so she went to the counter she was pointed to.

After she found the end of the queue for her window she looked around the counter hall. In front of her was a long counter with several windows stretching nearly over the complete width of the hall leaving only some room for a door at the backside of the hall at the right. To her left was a waiting area with chairs and some tables where people could fill out forms.

But the most interesting part was to her right. In front of a door was a desk. On the desk were a screen, a keyboard, and a mouse. Working at the screen was a man. What made the scene interesting were the two naked women in front of the desk. Slaves by the look of it. Both were wearing collars, both were wearing handcuffs with their hands behind their back. But one had cuffs added right above her knees and a chain connected the cuffs at her legs to her collar. The chain was so short she had to stand bend over. A second man, if you could call him that, young as he seemed, had his arm put through the loop her arms and her handcuffs were building and held her by her hair. She couldn’t get up because of the chain, she couldn’t get down because he held her head.

While Gwyneth wasn’t very keen on slavery she had a thing for bondage. Harsh bondage. She consumed porn on that topic, she read stories of that genre, she fantasized about it while masturbating. She even had some cuffs. Although admittedly they were only playthings that could be opened without the key by a small lever at the ‘lock’. But she couldn’t live out her fetish because she felt getting tied up by a partner would very likely get her enslaved.

So she just watched. And fantasized. And got excited. And forgot about the world.

Until someone behind her cleared his throat to remind her to move on with the queue. Snapped out of her dreamlike state she closed the gap in the queue and had to force herself not to look to the right again. But then the slaves were lead to the door at the back of the hall so she could watch them without turning her head. Due to her knee-cuffs, the slave couldn't move very fast so Gwyneth had some time to take in the view to fantasize about it afterward.

She got some time to fantasize but managed to not miss it when the queue move onward. When it was her turn she told the clerk that she needed to renew her ID.

The clerk, a thin female in her early 30s, studied Gwyneth's ID card and stated “You waited until the very last moment”

“I haven’t had time earlier” Gwyneth lied.

“This may be the case but it’s very busy today because we’re closing for ten days after today. And you have to get this sorted out by today otherwise you are left without a valid ID. This would mean an arrest warrant for you would be issued automatically. Then you would stay in police custody until they can present you to the ID issuing authority, that's me. And I wouldn’t be here for ten days”

“But sometimes” she continued, lowering her voice and leaning forward “they don’t present people right away to me. They know they can get away with waiting up to 14 days.”

She leaned further forward. “Especially young women tend to be longer in police custody. And when they present them here to me the girls are overly compliant”

With a hint of excitement, she adds “One can only imagine what happened to them”

Gwyneth wondered whether the clerk wanted to scare her or if the clerk really got excited by the idea of being in police custody and … whatever it was what they were doing.

Leaning back and with her voice at a normal level, the clerk got back to business. “Now let's see what we can do for you”

The clerk checked with Gwyneth whether the information on her ID-Card is still correct.

“Only two things left. You need a current photo, this one isn’t looking like you”

“But this is only temporary,” Gwyneth answered pointing to her hair. “When it grows out I will look like the old photo.”

“Yes, but you have to have a current photo and currently you don’t look like you did when the old photo was taken.”

Knowing it's fruitless to argue red tape Gwyneth asked “And the second thing is?”

“Since you are under the age of 30 years and have no kids you have to get a certificate regarding your virginity status.”

“… What?”

“New legislation. I guess it’s about how much someone might be worth as a slave. Soon there will be a slave grading or assessment required. For now, it's the certificate.”

Resigning Gwyneth asked, “Where can I get a certificate in time?”

“This might be a problem. There is a doctor's office in the town hall but it’s closed today. The doctor closed a day earlier than the town hall does to take a cruise”

Gwyneth was beginning to fear she might find out what it was the police did with the arrested women.

“But the slave services contractor,” the clerk said, pointing to the desk where the slaves had stood, “has got a slave doctor who is a certified doctor as well. He could write the certificate and they can take the picture as well. They just add everything to your SRF, afterward you get back to me and then you get your ID”

Gwyneth looked terrified at the desk and asked “What's an SRF?”

“Oh dear. Look there are quite a few people waiting behind you. Go to the next window to the right. My colleague will explain it to you and arrange everything. Just come back after you’re done and you’ll get your ID renewed.”

With that, the clerk motioned the next in the queue to get to the window and Gwyneth went to the next window.

“Slave Registration” stood over the window where a young girl, barely 18, talked to the clerk, a man about the same age as the other clerk. The girl was 5’ 7’’, slim with long brown hair.

“Hello, I need to register for a slave grading to back a grant,” said the girl.

“Do you mean to back a loan?” asked the clerk.

“No it’s a grant, but it has to be paid back if the terms and conditions are not met so I have to back it with a grading.”

“Oh, and I have no one with power of attorney. Is it correct that I don’t need someone to get released from the slave services if I register here?”

“That is correct. The contractor is bound by law to release you after the grading, but at the end of the grading, they will ask you whether you wish to be enslaved. If you’d answer yes, you would of course continue to be part of their inventory”

“Are you chipped? Then would only need your name”

“Yes, Emily Carter”

After typing something and looking at his screen he says “Got you.
Let me activate your SRF … and there we are. So do you need anything apart from the grading”

“No, thank you”

“OK, then go to the desk over there. The slave service contractor will take you in when they are ready. Have a nice day”

“You too.” said the girl and went to the desk.

The clerk looked at the leaving girl for a moment, then turned to Gwyneth and said “Hello, how can I help you?”

“Hello, your colleague send me to you. I need to renew my ID and I was told I need a certificate about my virginity status and an up-to-date photo. And she said I could obtain those via the slave service contractor.”

“That is absolutely no problem. We just activate your SRF and add an order for the exam and the photo”

“I don’t know what an SRF is,” Gwyneth told the clerk.

“Slave registration file. Any information regarding a slave is stored in it. It’s a federal system to make enslavements safer for everyone involved.”

“But I don’t want to get enslaved!” Gwyneth spurted out.

“A slave in that context includes potential slaves” the clerk explained. “Look, for everyone who gets chipped an SRF gets created because chip-data is relevant for enslavements. But the SRF doesn't get activated until needed.”

“OK, but when I get my SRF activated, and I get to the slave service to get my exam done would I be a slave, like technically?” she asked.

“No this would be the case when you get graded or assessed, not for this exam, a photo or a chipping” The clerk had an idea: ”why don’t you get chipped as well? A chip implant counts as ID and you said you needed to renew your ID right?”

“Yes, would the exam be needed then?”

“I’m not sure. You would have to check with my colleague on that”

“And I wouldn’t be a slave? Not even technically?” Gwyneth asked cautiously.

“No, even technically.”

“And they can’t enslave me somehow?”

“No. They will be ordered to release you after they are finished with the ordered services”

“OK what do I do now?” she asked.

“If you give me your ID-Card I can create your SRF.”

She gave him her card and the clerk entered data at his terminal.

“What about that exam?” he asked.

After looking back on the queue for the ID-Counter she said “Better be safe than sorry, add the exam.”

“I tell you what, I’ll add a county order to do the exam, the chipping, and to take photographs, immediately. That way you don’t have to pay for it and the contractor can’t send you away to come another day.”

“Oh thank you!” not sure whether she should be thankful or not.

“OK. All done. Just go to the contractor's desk over there. They will tell you how to proceed. Have a nice day!”

“You too,” she said before turning to the slave handler's desk.

When Gwyneth got to the desk two girls were already waiting. The young girl she saw at the slave registration counter and another one: shoulder-length black hair, slightly taller than the young girl and older perhaps around 27 years old.

The door behind the desk opened and a man emerged holding a stack of boxes. He was about 35 years old and his belt with a holster for handcuffs and expandable electro shocker clearly identified him as a slave handler.

As he saw the black-haired girl he said “Ah 6177. Here for the usual?”

“Yes sir” answered the girl.

The slave handler took his handheld device scanned the girl's chip implanted at her hip, went to the terminal, and looked up the girl's file.

Then he placed a box on the desk and told the girl “You know the drill”

The girl promptly undressed and put her dress and her shoes, which was everything she was wearing, in the box.

The man ordered “Slave kneel” and the girl kneeled immediately, then “Collar” and the girl tilted her head and held her hair so the handler could collar her.

He got a collar out of a drawer scanned it with his device to register it to this girl. Then he went around the desk and put the collar around the girl's neck.

“This collar contains a powerful electro shocker. If you leave your designated area you will be shocked. If you don’t follow orders you will be shocked” the man told the girl well aware that she already knew this but he had to do it nonetheless.

After he was done for now with 6177 he turned to the young girl who said “Hello, I'm Emily Carter. I’m here for a grading”

The man scanned Emily's chip looked at the display and said “For now you are slave 2390.”

After looking at Emily's, that is, 2390s file he added “You are indeed scheduled for a grading. You are not enslaved now, although you will be asked if you want to be enslaved after the grading. But until the grading is done and you are checked out of our inventory you are technically a slave. You have to follow orders like a slave and you will be punished like a slave if you don’t. Do you understand those conditions?”

Emily nodded yes.

“I need a verbal answer”.

Emily answered with a quiet “yes”

“Slaves address handlers either with Sir or Mistress, try again”

“Yes sir” came Emily's answer.

The handler placed a second box at the desk and snapped 6177's box shut, which made the young girl wince.

“Undress and put your belongings in the box”

“Yes sir” she answered but hesitated to undress in the busy hall with several people watching the proceedings at the desk.

“Are you eager to learn about the punishing part, slave?”

“No Sir” answered the girl and started undressing with taking her shoes off. After putting her shoes in the box, she hesitated again shortly, took a deep breath, and then pulled her dress over her head. She wore nothing else as she had read that wearing underwear at the grading could worsen her grade. The handler, back at the terminal, watched her take off the dress and entered something at the terminal. He took another collar, scanned it, and came to the front side. He closed the box unnecessarily loud to make her wince again then ordered “Slave kneel” and handed her a hair tie to make collaring easier. And probably her handling as well. “Put your hair into a ponytail, slave”.

“Yes sir”. It took Emily a moment to get her long hair into the ponytail. After she was finished he ordered “Collar” and then collared her.

“This collar contains a powerful electro shocker. If you leave your designated area you will be shocked. If you don’t follow orders you will be shocked. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes sir” answered 2390.

The very young man Gwyneth saw holding the chained slave approached from the door at the back of the hall. He greeted the man who just collared 2390 with “Hi Gerald”.

“Hi Thomas, still nothing about your evaluation yet? When does your probation period end?”

“No news yet. And in two weeks. I was hoping to know whether I can continue training before the closing but here we are. Anyway, what can I do now?”

“You can transfer these two slaves to the holding cells”

During the handler's conversation, Gwyneth watched these two slaves.

6177 seemed calm, confident, at ease. She was obviously used to this. Kneeling naked in a hall full of people didn’t make her as nervous as it made Gwyneth who was only witnessing it, not even experiencing it.

2390 was visibly nervous and when she thought the two talking handlers weren't watching she touched her collar as if to check if this was real.

Gwyneth asked herself if she would have to kneel in front of the desk as well. And she noticed how bustling the hall was. And then imagined herself kneeling. And she became more and more anxious.

While the older handler, Gerald, returned to the terminal typing and looking at the screen, the younger one, Thomas, turned to the black-haired slave and asked her for her slave number. “6177, Sir.” Thomas then checked that she was indeed inventory, and should be in the holding cell. He got a spray can from a drawer, ordered 6177 to open her mouth, and sprayed into her mouth, devoxing her.

He turned to the younger girl and asked her also about her number. “2390, Sir.” Thomas checked her file and noticed she just turned 18 two weeks ago. He applied for his internship at this company when he turned 18 and started training two weeks after. Until now, nearly 6 months later, he hadn’t met a slave younger than him.

A shame she was in for grading, as company rules forbade fucking temporary slaves. Unless the contract with an owner stated otherwise, owned slaves weren't to be fucked either. The company owner reasoned when you bring your car to a repair shop you don’t want the employees to use your car for a joyride. Why should slaves, which can be equally expensive as a car, be handled otherwise. The company owner made his money first by repairing and dealing cars before investing in slave services.
On the other hand, blowjobs were OK, they were seen as a slave management tool, to show the slaves their place.

As compensation for that and as perk employees were allowed to do “personal projects” every two years. Meaning that an employee might flag a slave as his or her personal project and claim the slave for him- or herself. That didn’t allow stealing though. So no slaves owned by clients can be claimed. And selling claimed slaves for profit would be seen as stealing from the company. And the company might want expenses paid back. But most of the time this got waved. This still left penal enslavements, self enslavements, and self-registered slaves, such as 2390, as suitable for personal projects.

But this didn’t apply to Thomas as his probation period wasn’t over yet.

So with a sigh, he grabbed the spray can and was about to order 2390 to open her mouth when she asked “Sir please do I really have to be devoxed”.

“Yes, slave. It is company policy to devox slaves in the holding cell to keep the inventory quiet and therefore calmer. Now open your mouth slave”

While he explained this, Thomas placed a hand on his holster containing his extractable electro shocker.

The girl did notice that and complied immediately. He sprayed the devox agent into 2390s mouth and put the spray can back to the drawer.

Then he asked the kneeling slaves “Will you behave like good slaves” to which both nodded yes. “Then the shock collar should suffice”. He turned to Gwyneth and mustered her, contemplating if he should wait for her to be collared and transfer three slaves at once. But since he was told to transfer these two he ordered them up, grabbed each one just above an elbow, and left the way he left with the other slaves earlier.

Gwyneth was by now extremely anxious and being mustered by the young handler didn't help matters. Gerald, done with whatever he was doing at the terminal, took his scanner and approached the waiting girl.

The clerk from the ID-Counter noticed that now it was Gwyneth's turn and watched the scene over the top of her screen.

Gwyneth stood paralyzed as Gerald tried to get a reading with his device.

“Are you aware of any problems regarding your chip”

“I am not chipped, Sir”

“What is your name?”

“Gwyneth Decroix”

“Ah yes. There is a county order for a virginity status exam, chipping, and photographs. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Sir”

Gerald took an empty box and placed it on the desk.

Gwyneth stared in horror at the box. She sensed the bustling of the hall behind her.

“I… I… I was… I was told I wouldn’t have slave status, Sir”

“You don’t have slave status but company policy rules that we have to put all of your belongings in a lockable box. And since the county order says ‘immediately’ you have to be registered into our inventory soon otherwise an arrest warrant for a fled slave will be issued.”

“But I am not a slave!”

“No. You are not. But we have to take you in. And you have to put your stuff in that box”

“Can you please get that order changed?”

“I didn’t make that order and I can't change it”

Gerald wasn’t sure what to do. Were she a slave he would know how to get compliance. But the tools for controlling a slave weren’t applicable here. After a while he stood up opened the door to the backroom and asked “Carmen could you perhaps help me out here?”

Carmen left the back room. She wasn’t exceptionally tall- 5’9’’ -but athletic. She had dark brown hair which would come down to her shoulders but was in a ponytail right now. But most prominent she had a large friendly smile.

Gerald showed Carmen the file containing the county order and Carmen confirmed Gerald's assessment.

“So Gwyneth we have to take you in. Otherwise, you will be arrested and then you will still be taken in. The county order is to be followed.” Carmen said.

“Can’t you get this order changed?”

“Listen, why were these orders issued in the first place”

“I need the exam and the photo to renew my ID, and the chipping as alternative ID.”

“OK, so you need to do this?”

“Yes, Mistress”

Carmen was used to hearing this, but it had a different ring to it when someone said it without being forced to do so. Like natural flavor compared to artificial flavor. This was a natural one.

Her smile broadened some. “Call me Carmen”

“Yes M… Carmen” Gwyneth replied.

Carmen's smile got even broader on Gwyneth's fight not to call her Mistress. “I tell you what we can do. I will process you in the back room. Then there is only us. Do you think you could handle that?”

”Yes … Carmen. Thank You”

So Carmen took the box from the desk and went to the door behind it. She opened the door for Gwyneth, let her enter the room, and then followed her in.

A disappointed clerk stopped looking over her screen and continued to work.

The back room was rather large and oblong. At one side there was a desk with a computer screen, keyboard, mouse and a telephone. Then a round table with three chairs around it. There was a photo background, a camera lying on a cabinet beside it. The walls were lined with cabinets. Opposite the table and the desk stood a huge workbench that was on wheels. It was big enough for an adult to lie on it spread-eagled. Eyes at the sides could be used to pull through chains or ropes or attach locks or carabiners. The longer sides were filled with drawers of different sizes. And instead of a foldable vice which some workbenches feature this one had a foldable and adjustable pillory at one small side.

Carmen went to the workbench and put the box on top of it.

“So now. Although you are no slave we still have to follow company rules in order to get everything you need going.” Carmen explained. “This is as far as I can go to help you. Now you must work with me. Could you do that?”

“Yes Carmen”

“Then please place all of your belonging in that box”

First, Gwyneth put the purse she was clutching in the box. As she did so she noticed a couple of handcuffs lying on the workbench along with some cloths and a bottle of cleaner. Her eyes were fixated on the cuffs. These were real. Not the playthings she owned. These couldn’t be opened without the proper key. Getting cuffed with them would get you trapped for real.

Carmen noticed Gwyneth’s fixation on the cuffs and decided to take it up a notch. She took the pair of handcuffs which she had finished cleaning, went around the bench, and opened a drawer right beside where Gwyneth was standing. Carmen placed the cuffs in the drawer and returned to the other side of the bench leaving the drawer open.

“You have to keep going.”

Gwyneth felt caught, her view fell off the cuffs, she saw the box again and she remembered what she was doing. She had to undress. She decided to follow 2390's example and start with her shoes. As she bent down to pull off her shoe her view fell on the open drawer.

This drawer was filled with several kinds of cuffs. Handcuffs with varying lengths of chain or even hinged ones with no chain at all. Ankle-cuffs, belts with cuffs attached as you see used for prisoners, handcuffs and ankle-cuffs connected by a chain …

Carmen wasn’t sure but she thought she heard a faint squeal.

Gwyneth took some extra time when she bent down to pull off the other shoe. And then a sock. And then the other sock. As she put the second sock in the box Carmen lay down a collar next to the box.

Now Gwyneth’s view was fixed on the collar while she removed her top.

Carmen came to Gwyneth’s side of the workbench and placed the other cuffs in the drawer.

With few options left she then took off her skirt. Her panties were plain but red. And, as Carmen noticed with a smile, with a growing dark spot at her crotch.

As Gwyneth’s heart rate rose, her smartwatch came to life. “Workout detected” was shown on the display as the watch vibrated. Her excitement was very obvious beforehand but still, she tried to hide this latest sign of it. After shortly fumbling with the lock she managed to take off the watch and threw it in the box.

In order to distract from the smartwatch, she removed her bra quickly and placed it on the smartwatch.

Now she was left with only her panties. She was well aware of how wet she was but she tried to hide it by quickly pull her panties down, scrunch them up and shove them in the box between her other stuff.

There. It was done. She didn’t know what to do with her arms though. Trying to hide her nakedness was futile, no pockets to put her hands in, and just letting them hang seemed just wrong. So she put them at her back like she was handcuffed.

Carmen watched Gwyneth struggle until she settled for one position and then walked to the box. She took the panties out again and unfolded them. To Gwyneth’s horror, she could see the dark spot now and how prominent it was. Carmen folded the panties neatly and placed them in the box in a way that Gwyneth's other clothing would not be soiled.

She shut the box, took it to a locked cabinet, put the box inside, and locked the cabinet again. Now Gwyneth was not only naked - she was slave naked. She didn’t just happen to not wear any clothes, she had no clothes at her disposal anymore.

On her way back to the workbench Carmen took a marker with her. She looked at her handheld device and then told Gwyneth “Please lean forward and place your hands on the workbench.” while writing 8636 on Gwyneth’s hip she explained, “Inventory without chip has to be marked to avoid any mix-ups.”

“To complete the process I have to collar you. Kneel.”

She knelt down immediately and was now again looking at the still open drawer with all the cuffs.

Carmen scanned the collar registering it to Gwyneth. Then she said “Collar”. Gwyneth tilted her head but she didn’t need to hold her short hair out of the way. With a click, the collar snapped shut around her neck.

“This collar has no shock function,” said Carmen “However, it will send out an alarm when you leave your designated area. This means in your case this building and the park in front of it. Do you understand?”

“Yes … Carmen”

Kneeling in front of the drawer, naked and collared, looking at the restraints her thoughts drifted of again …

Carmen bend forward, her mouth at Gwyneth's ear. She whispered, “Do you wish to try one?”

A quivering “yes” came the spontaneous answer. “NO” came the alarmed correction shortly after.

“I find your first answer to be more convincing”

Kneeling, slave naked and collared she felt like she couldn’t hide anything from Carmen, so she could just spill out everything.

“I am interested in those handcuffs. And the other restraints. Very much so. But I don't want to get enslaved. If I let someone put me in bondage, I'm afraid that would end with me being enslaved”

“Here, today there is no way you could be enslaved,” said Carmen. “Your SRF bounds the company legally to release you a free women after your exam and your chipping are done and your photograph had been taken. If anything here, today is the safest way possible to live out your fantasy”

“And if I may add” Carmen continued “You don’t have to be afraid of enslavement. I think with the right training you will be a remarkably sweet pleasure slave.”

Not sure how to take the last – compliment? - Gwyneth thought Carmen's reasoning about being safe today sounded solid. The clerk at the slave registration desk had told her the same.

“So what do you think? Do you want to have some fun and play?” Carmen asked.

“yes”

“OK then. Up” Carmen ordered.

“Yes … Carmen”

“So Gwyneth since you are not wearing a shock collar I have to add some restraints”

Carmen got a pair of handcuffs from the drawer and put them on Gwyneth’s hands which already were behind her back. She drew out the process, letting feel Gwyneth
… every …
… single …
… click …
of the closing cuffs.

“Do you think this is secure enough”

“No”

“I don’t think so either”

Carmen got a chain and a padlock from the drawer. She wrapped the chain around Gwyneth’s waist and she closed the loop of the chain and connected the handcuffs to the chain with the padlock. As the padlock clicked shut Gwyneth let out an audible moan.

Standing behind the handcuffed girl Carmen laid her hand on Gwyneth’s hips. From there she let her hands slide up towards her shoulders. As Carmen's hands reached the excited girl’s chest she stopped, fingertips touching the sides of Gwyneth's breasts, feeling her heart thumping.

“Your smartwatch would be very pleased with you right now,” Carmen noted.

She continued to slide her hands up to the shoulders and from there down the arms to Gwyneth’s elbows. Then she gently pushed the elbows together to check how flexible Gwyneth was. Her elbows touched easily apparently without causing pain in her shoulders.

Still holding Gwyneth’s elbows Carmen said “I think I should add elbow-cuffs to be on the safe side.” Gwyneth shivered on that thought.

Carmen got a pair of hinged cuffs and cuffed Gwyneth's elbows, again taking her time.

Carmen, still being a slave handler at work, decided against adding ankle cuffs or even a crotch chain because there was still an exam scheduled and the doctor needed access to 8636's pussy.

But, who knows, perhaps later?

Out loud she said, “This should be sufficient”. And with that, she grabbed Gwyneth by her arms and shoved her to the photo background, and placed her in front of it. Then she took the camera and made a few shots of the blonde girl's head for her ID card. After that, she took a few steps back and started taking body shots to which Gwyneth exclaimed “Hey! I just needed pictures for my ID”.

“The order said ‘Pictures’, not ‘Just ID Pictures’. So I’m taking a full set. Besides, don’t you want Souvenirs?. I sure do.”

Then the slave handler ordered 8636 around to take a full set of pictures. Kneeling, Kneeling with head on the ground ass up, standing legs apart. The pictures were immediately added to Gwyneth’s SRF so Carmen could show her some of the pictures on her device. Carmen zoomed in on a frontal picture where Gwyneth had to stand with her feet shoulder-width apart. The zoomed picture showed Gwyneth’s snatch with a fat drop of pussy juice hanging on a thread of leaking juice 2 inches long.

“Looks like somebody likes to be ordered around”

“No, I just get off on the Bondage”

“Restraints are just another tool to control someone, without control they’ll cease to be the kinky toy. Tell you what: I have some boring office work to attend to but when I'm done with that I can give you a demonstration if You like. Feel free to wander around just don’t leave the room”

“As if I would want to leave the room like this.”

Carmen went to the Terminal to answer emails. Gwyneth wandered around as suggested but since everything that could be of interest to her was stowed away in the cabinets or the workbench there wasn’t much to see. She couldn't even look out of the window because the shutters were shut. After five minutes it stopped being interesting, after 10 minutes it became dull, after 15 minutes it was full-fledged boring.

After 20 minutes Carmen stood up, wordlessly came over to Gwyneth, shortly probed her pussy with a finger, put her arm between Gwyneth's upper arms, grabbed her head, and forced Gwyneth to bend forward. Then Carmen lead Gwyneth three times around the room until she stopped at the window.

“Stay. Eyes front. Legs shoulder-wide apart.”

Carmen again probed Gwyneth's pussy which was already noticeably better lubricated than before.

Gwyneth stood facing the window. She didn’t dare to turn around so she couldn’t see what Carmen was doing. She just heard her bustling about. She could just stand there imagining what Carmen would do with her. Sometimes Carmen would come nearer and Gwyneth thought Carmen would now approach her but then she went away again. Then finally Carmen stood next to Gwyneth and again her pussy was probed. Again her snatch had become wetter.

Carmen took a remote control from her pocket and as she pressed a button the window shutters started to get pulled up.
Gwyneth was terrified, She did not know what was outside this window. A busy sidewalk? Another building? By now there were only small slits in the shutter. But soon the shutter would be completely open and she would stand here, breasts pushed out, thanks to the elbow-cuffs, for everyone to see.

“Are you an exhibitionist?” asked Carmen “Do you get your kicks by showing your tits in public?”

“No!”

“Then why are you standing here?”

“You told me to.”

“And why are you gushing wet?”

Carmen fingered Gwyneth's pussy to prove her point. Gwyneth was surprised by the sudden intrusion, but helpless against the skilled slave handler. Carmen brought Gwyneth closer and closer to orgasm without letting her reach it. Gwyneth closed her eyes and sensed the orgasm approaching but not coming through. Like a sneeze that won’t come. She shifted her weight, standing on her toes as if getting higher would get her closer to her goal. Carmen expertly dangled the carrot of relief in front of the helpless girl without letting her reach it.

Just as Gwyneth thought she could finally come, the slave handler stopped.

“Please please please please please. Carmen let me come.”

“Clean my finger,” she said putting her finger in Gwynth's mouth.

The girl started sucking the finger clean.

“This is what control does to You. Not to everyone, but to You. You were in bondage the whole time but only when I took control it started to excite you. Control made you stay - naked at the opening window - although you are not an exhibitionist. Control made you get hot by staying at the window. Control made you beg for an orgasm standing naked at the open window.”

Gwyneth opened her eyes wide. The shutters were open by now. There was a sparsely foliated bush in front of the window and behind that a sidewalk. There was no one to be seen right now, but whether someone saw her earlier she couldn’t say.

“And thus ends my demonstration.”

[jaws]

That was good, and you probably speak better english than me - I'm not sure i even knew 'assumably' was a word

[SteveBurke]

For someone who has English as a second language, this is pretty good writing. There are a few places that need correction eg: "Working at the screen a men. "

^^^ Should be, "A man".

'A' is singular, while 'men' is plural. "A man" or "some men". But for a second language, you have done very well.

If you want a tool that gives immediate feedback on spelling and grammar, I suggest https://www.grammarly.com/ You can add it to Chrome to monitor your writing. It's not perfect, but still useful because it highlights things that need checking. Overall however, you have done very well. Good effort, and by all means keep writing!

[Gee]

That was good, and you probably speak better english than me - I'm not sure i even knew 'assumably' was a word

I really doubt that i speak better english. But with the help of an online dictionary and thesaurus I'm sometimes able to create a semblance of proficiency.

For someone who has English as a second language, this is pretty good writing. There are a few places that need correction eg: "Working at the screen a men. "

^^^ Should be, "A man".

That's one of the errors i simply overlooked, because when i read what i wrote i tend to see what i meant.

[jeepster]

I just skip over any mistakes ! Great start to an interesting story!

[Hooked6]

Remarkable "first" story. I loved the slow build-up and the innocent nature of Gwyneth and her reactions to her surroundings. Her self-discovery could be very interesting. I do hope you continue and I eagerly await Part 2.

Hooked6

[Gee]

Remarkable "first" story.

It really is my first story. At least the first I've written down and not just fantasized about in the privacy of my head.

I do hope you continue and I eagerly await Part 2.

I intend to. The ending of part 1 somewhat changed during writing, so i have to wrestle a bit to connect it to the chain of events I had in mind. But I think I’ll get there.

[automagix12]

Very good start, I can't wait for the next chapter. I especially enjoyed the bondage and the descriptions of how the heroine feels. Kudos!

[ElJefe]

Please don't interpret my nit-picking as being critical of what is shaping up as a good story. I understand that you are not familiar with English and wish to improve, and only wish to aid you with that.

Attest is usually a verb, an action. "Joe will attest to the fact that I wasn't there that day."

In US parlance, an official document attesting to a fact is usually called a certificate. "The Post Office issued a certificate that said the item had been delivered."

A more formal document attesting to a fact that may be used as evidence in a court hearing is an affidavit. Anyone can create an affidavit, it doesn't need to be a government official, but the person making it must swear under oath that they believe the information to be true. A minor official known as a notary must witness this.

"Here is an affidavit proving that my client was at the Post Office between 3 and 4 o'clock on the 12. Note that it is properly signed and notarized."

Another thing I'd like to mention is "Chekov's Gun". You can look it up on the TV Tropes website. What it means is that if there is a lengthy description of an old firearm hanging above the mantle on the first page, you can bet that it is going to be used to shoot someone by the time you get to the last page. Details in stories exist for some reason...they are part of the plot, they show how a character develops, they orient the reader to place, customs, or time, etc.

With that in mind, I didn't follow the anecdote about the change in the coffee cup. Perhaps you are just trying to show that Gwyneth is absent-minded. Perhaps you are just trying to show that the man is indifferent to her and everyone else. Perhaps that man will have some significant part in the story later...I just don't know. But for now, it seems to be a "throw-away" detail, taking up words and space but adding little to the story. If you ever revise this (and I'm not saying that you need to), you might consider cutting that down so that the incident still takes place, but isn't so distracting.

For me, the meat of the story didn't begin with Gwyneth needing to renew her ID, or her discombobulation at seeing the slaves, or even with her arguing against stripping in public. That's all just background that helps set up the story. For me, the story began when Carmen first noticed that Gwyneth was aroused at some aspect of the situation. That's when everything got...interesting.

[Gee]

Please don't interpret my nit-picking as being critical of what is shaping up as a good story. I understand that you are not familiar with English and wish to improve, and only wish to aid you with that.

Attest is usually a verb, an action. "Joe will attest to the fact that I wasn't there that day."

I wasn't aware of this. And thanks to your nitpicking I have learned something. I appreciate that.

Another thing I'd like to mention is "Chekov's Gun". You can look it up on the TV Tropes website. What it means is that if there is a lengthy description of an old firearm hanging above the mantle on the first page, you can bet that it is going to be used to shoot someone by the time you get to the last page. Details in stories exist for some reason...they are part of the plot, they show how a character develops, they orient the reader to place, customs, or time, etc.

With that in mind, I didn't follow the anecdote about the change in the coffee cup. Perhaps you are just trying to show that Gwyneth is absent-minded. Perhaps you are just trying to show that the man is indifferent to her and everyone else. Perhaps that man will have some significant part in the story later...I just don't know. But for now, it seems to be a "throw-away" detail, taking up words and space but adding little to the story. If you ever revise this (and I'm not saying that you need to), you might consider cutting that down so that the incident still takes place, but isn't so distracting.

Gwyneth is unintentionally insulting the man by taking him for a bum. And she is embarrassed by that.

For that i needed the coins, and then i couldn't just make them disappear.

And it is in deed only the first time they meet.

For me, the meat of the story didn't begin with Gwyneth needing to renew her ID, or her discombobulation at seeing the slaves, or even with her arguing against stripping in public. That's all just background that helps set up the story.

But the background has to be set up. The story cant just start in the backroom. And what comes after that needs the background as well.

For me, the story began when Carmen first noticed that Gwyneth was aroused at some aspect of the situation. That's when everything got...interesting.

At least you got to the interesting part and didn't give up on me beforehand.

Thanks for the input.

[ElJefe]

Gwyneth is unintentionally insulting the man by taking him for a bum. And she is embarrassed by that.

For that i needed the coins, and then i couldn't just make them disappear.

And it is in deed only the first time they meet.

I saw how that all played out. Not a problem, just something that made me think, "Where is he going with all this?" when I first encountered it.

But the background has to be set up. The story cant just start in the backroom. And what comes after that needs the background as well.

Thanks for the input.

I completely agree. The reader needs the table with the slaves, the windows with the bureaucrats, etc.

Something I learned was, "Shoot the sheriff on the first page". That hooks the reader immediately, and whets his appetite to get through the setup to find out what's going on.

[ZeeChromosome]

"Still holding Gwyneth’s elbows Carmen said “I think I should add elbow-cuffs to be on the safe side.” Gwyneth shivered on that thought."

So frakking hot. Really, this is some really good writing. Please continue, I'm so impressed with this story.