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The Slave Party – Part 1
By: Hooked6

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The Slave Party – Part 1
By: Hooked6 (Modern Slavery, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, bondage, reluctant.)


Author’s Note: I would like to acknowledge authors: Katie Smith, Watcher, Joe Doe, Imreadonly2, SteveBurke, Goodgulf and others too numerous to mention whose work in this genre has inspired imaginations worldwide including me. It is to them that this work is dedicated.)


The Female Slavery Act wasn’t quite a year old but living in a small town in the south didn’t stop Ashley Barnes from devouring any material she could find on the subject. Slaves were rare in her rural part of the country and were hardly even talked about among her friends. In fact, she had only seen one and that was on a trip to the larger city of Jackson about 90 miles away.

She had accompanied her mother that day in order to find a suitable dress to wear to her upcoming high school graduation. Even though she had recently turned 18 a few weeks ago, she was totally dependent upon her parents for everything not having an after-school job as many of her friends did. Her thoughts were not on the future, as most of her fellow classmates had been. Instead she just lived life one day at a time having this instinctive knowledge that things always just seemed to work out.

The trip was uneventful and she succeeded in finding a beautiful dress to wear along with a few accessories. As she and her mother were leaving the mall, Ashley suddenly noticed something that would change her life in a most profound way, for looking up, she spotted a girl close to her age being led by a leash attached to a collar around her neck and she was totally unclothed – right there in the middle of the mall!

Ashley began furiously yanking on her mother’s arm and pointed, so taken aback by what she was seeing. “Mom! Look over there! What’s going on? That girl is NAKED!” She exclaimed almost in a whisper as if what she was seeing was something forbidden or improper.

Her mother calmly removed her arm from her daughter’s grasp and said, “It’s not polite to point, dear.”

“But MOM! Why is she like that and why is that man treating her like a dog or something?”

“She’s a slave, Sweetheart. Since the Female Slavery Act was passed some months ago it is legal to own slaves and the law requires them to be totally naked at all times as a sign of their submission and status. Surely, you’ve read about it or learned about it in school, haven’t you? It’s been in all the papers for some time now too.”

Well, yes, a little, but . . .”

“Come along now, we have a long drive ahead of us and we must get back,” her mother said as she nudged her daughter along. Ashley kept her gaze on the girl for as long as she could until she finally disappeared into a store with the man she was following.

“You mean she has to go everywhere NAKED and do whatever that man tells her to do or go wherever he takes her . . . ALL the time . . . like, FOREVER?”

“That’s right, now get a move on I have supper to fix.” The two began walking again heading through the throngs of people as they made their way to the exit.

Ashley couldn’t contain herself and barraged her mother with a ton of questions, “But how, momma? How did she get that way? Was she a criminal or something? Did that man BUY her? How much do slaves’ cost? Where does she live? Doesn’t she ever get into trouble walking around like that and what’s that box-looking smudge on her hip that looks like a giant barcode or something?”

Her mother tried to get her daughter to change the subject as it wasn’t something she wanted to deal with right then. She and her husband knew their daughter was at that age but they wanted to broach the subject in a dispassionate light and downplay the sensationalism of the whole thing. They both knew that the idea was rapidly sweeping the country and many girls were fascinated by the concept but she and her husband were unsure of how to talk about it openly, much like they had both been when it came to the subject of sex, preferring instead to placing their hope that the somewhat isolated community they lived in would offer some protection for a while before they had to deal with it. Surely they would have some time before confronting the details of this new age they were living in. Of course, deep down they were both hoping that society would come to its senses and the whole thing would just go away.

But there it was. One naked girl in a mall started the avalanche of questions. Try as she might to avoid talking about it, her daughter wouldn’t let it go so she limited her responses to her daughter’s queries to short, dispassionate answers that, if anything, made the whole slavery thing look unappealing and disinteresting.

“Well,” her mother continued as they drove along on the journey home, “She got that way for any number of reasons. Slaves are now considered property that people can own, buy and sell. That girl may have voluntarily enrolled as a slave and put herself up for auction for sale to the highest bidder, though why any girl in their right mind would DO such a thing I’ll never know. Imagine never having your freedom again; always having to do what your owner wants; never being able to go where you pleased or move where you wanted; never having a job or your own money? You’d never be able to buy something that you wanted even if you did have money because slaves are forbidden to own property of any kind. Doesn’t that sound awful?”

But deep down, Ashley glossed over her mom’s negativity. Ashley was absolutely fascinated by that girl being totally naked all the time. She was sure that girl would be the center of attention everywhere she went and what girl wouldn’t want that? She wouldn’t have to TRY and be popular never fitting in; she’d BE popular.

Her mother continued, “Of course some girls are made slaves because they get into debt that they can’t pay back and a judge orders the girl sold to help repay what she owes. Sometimes people get into trouble with the law so often that they are forced to be slaves rather than go to jail. The government saves money that way as feeding and housing and disciplining them becomes their new owner’s problem.”

“Disciplining them? You mean like spanking them or something?” Ashley asked as her eyes opened wide in surprise.

Her mother noticed this and seized the opportunity to drive home another negative, “Oh, yes, spanking, whipping, placing them in stocks, shaving them completely bald in the most private of places – they can do all that and more. They can lock them up in chains, make them wear shackles so they won’t run away and they can even shock them using the slave collar around their necks by using an app on their phones and not just because the girl did something wrong. They pretty much can treat them that way just for the fun of it too.”

Her mother was convinced she was on the right track now and would soon make slavery so unattractive that her daughter would never THINK of submitting herself to slavery but Ashley was looking at what she was being told from a totally different perspective – the whole thing was exciting! Coming from a strict and conservative background there was something very reassuring about having someone take care of your every need. As a high school senior, she had no idea how she was going to afford a car, food, a house of her own and all those uncertainties of life that plaque young people today faced with making their own way in the world. It seemed nice to have someone else be legally responsible for that plus she’d never have to worry about clothes again or whether or not she’d have all the latest cool stuff in her closet. She’d be NAKED and that thought alone flooded her mind with such excitement she felt herself getting wet just thinking about it.

And what was so bad about being disciplined? Afterall, she had been spanked growing up and was none the worse for it. In fact, looking back, she kind of liked being over her father’s lap feeling his hand against her bare bottom as an early teenager. It made her tingly all over.

For the next few weeks, Ashley began secretly collecting all the material she could find about slavery and even obtained some government pamphlets on the topic as well which were most helpful. She learned about slave evaluations and grading and the differences between an amateur grading and a more detailed professional one obtained by a licensed and certified slave grader. She learned that interested girls could get a slave grading certificate that was valid for 180 days without having to complete the process of enrolling as a slave and going up for sale. In fact, she understood that many girls obtained a certificate just to see what they were worth – something of a bragging right to their boyfriends or competitive girlfriends. The fact that slave grading was a very public affair that many girls found embarrassing only added to the thrill for Ashley.

Despite the fact that she had learned a lot, all this knowledge was just theoretical. She understood many of the processes but no one she knew or was comfortable talking to about this subject had any first-hand knowledge – it was all out of magazine articles or pamphlets. Slavery was still new to most people and she had only actually seen just one real slave and that was in Jackson. She longed to talk with someone with actual experience with slaves just to satisfy her curiosity, not that she would EVER act on that interest nor did she actually want to become a slave – at least she didn’t think she did. She just wanted to live vicariously through others and then fantasize about what she learned late at night as her fingers did the walking.

She soon learned about a store that sold slaves at the mall in Jackson – a Pet Store, they called such businesses. She couldn’t recall seeing such a slave store a few weeks ago when she was at that mall with her mother and figured that she had just missed it. Either that or her mother intentionally kept her away from that part of the mall in order to protect her innocence, something that she wouldn’t have put past her mother doing. She also discovered that she could get a professional slave grading done there as well but that cost was almost $400 which would have totally used up all her savings.

She could get an amateur grading done elsewhere in Jackson that was much cheaper at only $50, but she wouldn’t get a certificate with that grading that contained an official government seal attesting to her value which, to her, was the major attraction in getting a grading done in the first place. She really wondered how she would stack up compared to other women and a professional appraiser could answer that. Still she wondered how the grading process worked and how long it took. Did the appraiser just look her over and issue her a grade? That wouldn’t take very long. Surely it had to be more to it than that for $400, but what? She had no idea. She really wanted to go to the store to check it out and find out more about the process but she couldn’t very well drive out there for several hours just to do that. In fact, she didn’t even know how long the process took so even if she could convince the clerk to let her watch one, it might be an all-day affair. No, her parents wouldn’t let her borrow the car for such an indeterminant amount of time and besides, knowing them as she did, they would surely either refuse her permission or insist on taking her there to supervise the whole thing and THAT was not going to happen.



The Slave Party – Part 2
By: Hooked6 (Modern Slavery, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, bondage, reluctant.)


At school the following Monday, Ashley met up with her friends, Emily and Katie. She had casually told them about her experience seeing a naked slave at the mall after it had happened and, after much giggling, it became apparent that none of them knew much about it nor did they seem all that interested in talking about slavery very much so she let the subject drop.

Her friends were much more popular at school than she was and much more in the know about such trendy so things she figured they already knew about the whole slave thing. From their response they were just a clueless as Ashley was or they just didn’t want to talk about it for some reason.

Though everyone pretty much liked her and she was considered quite pretty, beautiful in fact, Ashley just didn’t seem to have the social skills to make it to the A-list among her peers. Not so with Emily and Katie. Though they shared a lot of classes with Ashley and considered her among their friends, they mostly ran with a different crowd – the in-crowd - and attended all the best parties and hung out with all the best people. It was a small town, after all, so Ashley didn’t really care. As mentioned, she just went along with the flow of things and was generally content with the way things were.

Still, in the back of her mind that little voice kept taunting her that if she was a slave, she’d be popular and people would look at her with envy and admiration like she had done looking at that slave she had seen. At least that’s they way things played out in her mind at night.

After the initial discussion of seeing a slave for the first time, nothing more had been said among her friends. They were busy making their plans for the summer and generally coasting during the last few days of school.

At lunch they took their usual place in the cafeteria and engaged in the usual girl talk about who was seeing who and what they were going to wear for graduation under their caps and gowns when Emily spoke up and excitedly asked, “So, Ashley, are you going to Veronica’s party Saturday night?”

Veronica’s parties were always something special and people usually talked about them afterward for days. Her parents were incredibly wealthy and lived in the biggest mansion in town. It had everything – swimming pool, a sauna, not one but two game rooms, along with a huge amount of land. Ashley was acquainted with Veronica Townsend but thought she was a little stuck up and arrogant and certainly had never attended any of her get togethers. The fact that the two of them once shared a boyfriend before he dumped Veronica and started exclusively dating Ashley last year probably didn’t help her any either. Though the guy moved away to another town several months later, Ashley always felt Veronica had nursed a grudge ever since but she wasn’t really sure about that.

“No. I don’t know anything about it and besides, I doubt that I will be invited anyway,” Ashley retorted snidely.

“Of course, you’re invited. She’s invited the whole school. Didn’t you see the notice on the activity bulletin board?” Katie said.

Emily, her best friend put her arm around her shoulder and said, “You do really need to come to this one. Besides this might be the last time we might see each other before we all go off to college or go our separate ways. Rumor has it that there will be a real live slave there. I’m not missing out on seeing my first real slave and I am sure YOU don’t want to miss the chance to talk with her either.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Ashley exclaimed a bit too loudly before catching herself. “She’s invited a real honest to goodness slave?”

“Well you know Veronica. She’s always doing something unusual at her parties. Always has. It’s one of her trademarks. She told me something about a game we all get to play that involved a slave or something. She was quite vague but she sounded so excited about it. In fact, she was so hyped she even invited some people from Slaves – R – Us, that company in the mall in Jackson to be there to answer any questions and help her with the party.”

Katie squealed, “It all sounds so exciting! I can’t wait! This is going to be the best party she’s EVER had!”

Ashley’s heart was already pounding. It had been ever since she heard the word “slave” come out of Emily’s mouth. She just had to be there. She just didn’t want her friends to know how into the whole slave thing she really was. “Are you sure anyone can come?”

Just then Veronica was walking nearby with her lunch tray and Emily called out, “Hey Veronica, can Ashley come to your party?”

Veronica raised an eyebrow as she looked at Ashley then grinned for a moment then replied, “Sure. Anyone can come. It starts at 8 and will run into the wee hours of the morning. I’m sure you know how to get there Ashley but Emily can give you directions if you don’t. Dress very casual as the party will be outside and it is supposed to be really warm. Gotta go,” she said as she turned and scurried off to join her usual friends.

“Told ya,” Katie teased. “So, are you coming?”

Ashley smiled and just nodded trying not to give away the fact that she was thrilled. She couldn’t wait for Saturday to come around. Not only was she finally going to get to hang out with the in-crowd, she was finally going to meet a real live slave. Boy, the questions she was going to ask. She had a ton of them too. She’d also get to learn things from the professional slave people that would be there as well. Katie was right. This was going to be the best party EVER!

The next several days seemed to drag on and on. Saturday looked like it was never going to arrive. One thing that did help get her more comfortable with the waiting was the fact that Veronica seemed to be talking with her again. She started by saying “hi” to her between classes and even asked if she could join her little group for lunch. Gone was the wall between them that Ashley had detected the last two years. Veronica treated her as one of her social equals. Perhaps it was because of their shared interest in slaves, she figured. What else could it be?

But try as she might, Ashley couldn’t get Veronica to open up about the details of the party. Every time she asked about something specific that interested her, Veronica would only say, “You’ll see at the party. I want everything to be a surprise. I can’t risk things getting out before hand.” That made sense, Ashley supposed, but not knowing was maddening. It was too bad that she had been passed up in the patience line prior to birth. In matters that excited, Ashley had no patience at all. Never did.

Finally, the big day had arrived. She had arranged for Emily to drive as she didn’t have a car. She told her parents that she was spending the night at Veronica’s house after the party and Emily had been invited to do so as well. After the usual cautions about drinking and boys, they agreed to let her go.

Ashley had picked up the new outfit she was going to wear for graduation but then thought better about the decision when she recalled party was going to be outside and that it was already hot and humid this time of year. Instead she chose a simple, sleeveless shift dress that would keep her cool on a muggy night. She was as ready as she was ever going to be as she bid her goodbyes, grabbed her purse and headed out onto the porch to wait for Emily.


The Slave Party – Part 3
By: Hooked6 (Modern Slavery, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, bondage, reluctant.)


Emily arrived a little later and together they both went off to Veronica’s house. Both girls were clearly excited and giggled a lot but neither girl said much. Veronica’s place was surrounded by cars; there must have been at least three dozen of them parked on the lawn and down the street. Emily had to park pretty far down the road in order to find a place that would be safe enough to park without blocking traffic.

When the two girls got to the house, they saw a sign with an arrow pointing them around to the back of the house. They could clearly hear numerous voices from the back yard talking and carrying on and the smell of food cooking on the outdoor grill filled the air. When the girls reached the wooden fence, they looked at each other, smiled silently and then walked through the gate and were immediately greeted by the sight of two well-dressed women in business attire who immediately handed each girl a tablet computer.

“We’ll need to scan your ID’s please.” One of the women said sounding all official like.

“ID’s?” Ashley asked. “What for? Where’s Veronica? She invited us.”

“Names?” the woman asked again in a monotone voice.

“Ashley Barnes and Emily Chambers.”

“Oh yes, here you are,” the woman said as she used a stylus pen to check off their names on the tablet computer she was also holding. “I just need your ID’s to verify that you are of age and that you are who you say you are.”

Both girls rummaged through their small purses and handed over their driver’s licenses and looked at each other shrugging their shoulders.

The woman scanned the cards and then said, “Here ya go” as she handed them back with a smile. Then turning to Ashley, she said, “I’ll just need you to verify your NI number.”

Ashley was unsure if she should be giving it out but quietly called it out to the woman who took Ashley’s tablet back and entered the number and in an instant the screen auto-filled all the pertinent information which the woman read over before handing the tablet back to Ashley. “Please look over the screen and make sure all the information is correct – your address, date of birth, etc., etc. Read all the pages of the document and then using your finger on the screen sign the last page.”

She looked over at her friend and Emily was apparently already finished and was handing her tablet back to the woman. Ashley, as she looked around the yard, saw that many people were also working with their own tablets. “Who are you guys and what’s this all about.”

“We are from Slaves – R – Us and we are doing some slave demonstrations here tonight and under law we need to verify that everyone is an adult of proper age and officially consents to be here. We have to keep a registration list of anyone we interact with and the tablets also help us in awarding the prizes we are giving away tonight.”

The explanation seemed to make sense. Ashley looked everything over on the first page and told the woman it all appeared correct. She started to read the content on the numerous subsequent pages but it was dull legalese and she quickly became bored. On brief glance, however, it all sounded okay so she signed and handed the tablet back to the woman who in turn handed each girl a sealed envelope with instructions to be sure NOT to open it until instructed to do so as it was part of one of the games Veronica was doing later that evening.

“So, you are giving away prizes tonight? What kind of prizes?”

“Well I don’t know all the prizes our host has procured. I only know the prizes we have donated one of which is a free Slave Grading.”

“A free Amateur grading!” Ashley exclaimed How Marvelous!”

“Oh no,” corrected the woman. “It’s a Professional Grading worth over $400. We have our own licensed Slave Appraiser to do the grading and issue the certificates so some lucky person will be winning that prize.”

Ashley was beside herself. This was perfect. With all the guests at the party the chances of her winning any of the prizes were slim to none but she was at least going to get a chance to learn about a Professional Slave Grading.

The girls gave each other a hug and hurried into the large back yard to mingle and perhaps get something to drink. The first thing they noticed was a small wooden platform in the middle of the back yard along the fence. It was about two feet off the ground and looked to be about fifteen by fifteen feet square. They surmised that must be the stage where Veronica would be making announcements and such.

It seemed that all of their classmates were there, well the ones that they knew fairly well anyway and soon they were chatting away amongst the crowd talking about school and the upcoming graduation, highlights from the past school year and stuff.

After about an hour and a half of listening to music, eating, drinking and generally having a great time, their merriment was interrupted by Veronica’s voice over the loudspeaker getting everyone’s attention. “Could everyone quiet down and head towards the little stage please. That’s it. Just move your lawn chairs in rows facing me.”

As people assembled as instructed and the noise dissipated from all the movement Veronica enthusiastically continued, “Welcome! Is everyone having a GOOD TIME?”

She was answered with a resounding chorus of, “YES!”

“As most of you have heard, The Female Slavery Act is now law and I know many of you are curious so this year I have arranged to have a real LIVE SLAVE to join us later in the party!”

The crowd erupted in wild applause, cheers and whistles at her announcement as Veronica waited for the celebration to die down. Ashley’s stomach was turning flip-flops as she now realized that it wouldn’t be long now. She couldn’t wait and began looking around to see if she could spot the naked guest of honor lurking somewhere in the background but try as she might she was unable to spot her.

“Before we get to that however, I’d like to send out a special thanks to the fine folks at Slaves - R – Us who are helping us tonight and will be available later on to answer any questions you might have about slavery and what is available at their Pet Store in Jackson. Let’s give them a hand.” Again, the applause was loud and genuine.

“We have some mighty fine gifts to give away and with each we will be playing a little game. Each of you were given an envelope when you first signed in. Each envelope contains a number so don’t lose it. I’d like you to open that envelope now.” The sounds of envelopes being rustled and paper tearing could be heard all through the backyard.

“For the first game I’d like all the people holding a card with the number 3 on it to come up on stage.” A few squeals came from various places in the crowd and about 8 people walked up on stage. Ashley was a little disappointed that her number wasn’t called but she hardly figured it would be.

Veronica handed each of the 8 contestants a small pager looking device like the ones used in restaurants that alert you when your table was ready. After each contestant had one Veronica continued, “I am going to ask one of the professionals from Slaves – R - Us to start the app on their tablet which will randomly pick a winner lighting up the winner’s pager.” After a few tense moments, a pager was seen to start blinking and Veronica congratulated a girl named Amy on winning a free introductory Slave Yoga class!

“But I can’t go, I’m not a slave!” Amy lamented.

Carol, one of the Slave Professionals took the microphone and explained that one didn’t need to be a slave to sign up for and benefit from the exercise and Yoga class. In fact, she explained, most people that sign up aren’t slaves at all nor are they interested in slavery but they like the toning routines and Yoga postures they are put through as well as having the opportunity to exercise naked in our fitness facility in the mall. Amy excitedly took the certificate and thanked her as the rest of the contestants handed back their pagers and re-took their seats.

“Slave Yoga,” Ashley thought, “Now there was a class I’d would love to take!” She wondered how expensive that class was and made a mental reminder to find out more about it. Just thinking about being in a public fitness center completely naked sent more tingles up her spine! The more she learned about this Slave Culture, the more she seemed to find things she liked about it. If she could get involved on the periphery without actually becoming a slave or having too many people know about it, she could have the best of both worlds.

Several more times Veronica called out a number leading to another group of contestants getting pagers and each time Ashley wasn’t one of them and each time the prize awarded was something she would have really liked to have won. Even a couple of guys won a few prizes too. John won a very ornate Slave Leash and Freddie won a certificate for a free Slave grooming and hair styling – presumably he could use that gift if he ever bought a slave. The very thought made Ashley laugh as she pictured Awkward Freddie actually having a slave. He was so shy, she thought, that any slave he bought would probably end up owning him! Of course, guys couldn’t be slaves but it was fun to think how that old mouse, Freddie, could ever manage a slave.

Anticipation kept building in Ashley’s mind with each successive contest and each time Ashley wasn’t a finalist to compete for a door prize. All too soon Veronica announced, “At last it is time for our final contest of the evening before we move on to other bigger more exciting things. Will all those who have the number 13 on their cards please come up on stage. Ashley practically screamed with excitement as she had number13! She actually tripped over her own feet as she tried to exit the row of chairs she was in, catching herself before she fell making a complete fool of herself. She was joined n stage by 5 other people.

Veronica handed all 6 contestants a pager and once again asked Carol, the Slave Representative, to start the app on her tablet. Ashley almost dropped her pager when it lit up and started vibrating in her hand! She was ecstatic. She actually won something! But what?

The Slave Party – Part 4
By: Hooked6 (Modern Slavery, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, bondage, reluctant.)

All the girls on the stage and EVERYONE in the crowd starting cheering and clapping and appeared genuinely thrilled that Ashley had won something. Coming from the in-crowd that made her feel really good.

Veronica even came over and gave her the biggest, heartfelt hug which both surprised and pleased Ashley to no end. “I’m so happy for you,” she said most sincerely. I am so glad that you came to my party.”

“Why? What did I win?” Before Veronica could answer that, Emily came running up on the stage as well and grabbed hold of Ashley and began jumping up and down with her as she too was happy for her friend. Ashley figured something great must have happened as no one else got a hug from Emily nor did they get hugged by their host. “What is going on? What did I win?”

Veronica gave Ashley a HUGE smile – almost an evil grin in a way – and explained, “Why, you won the grand prize, silly, a free Professional Slave Grading!” Upon hearing that the crowd roared their approval as Ashley looked around. “AND several free products that go along with that as well. I’d say overall everything is worth about $2,000.00 dollars IF you had to actually pay for those things.”

“I won the Gift Certificate for the free Professional Grading? How wonderful!”

“I’m so glad you are pleased,” Veronica said happily. I don’t think it could have happened to a nicer person and I really mean that.”

“Thanks, Vron. That means a lot; you’re the best. I admit that I’ve been curious about what my grade might be if I ever got evaluated, but there was no way I could afford to get something like that. I guess I’ll have to check my calendar and find out when I can get to Jackson and get this done.”

Veronica feigned surprise and remarked, “Um, there must be some confusion, Ash. You don’t have to drive all the way up to Jackson to have it done. You are having it done tonight . . . right here. That’s the whole point of having Slaves – R – Us bring their staff and products out here to my party, silly. They’ve even arranged for their Slave Appraiser to be here just for you and that wasn’t cheap let me tell you. It’s quite a prize to be sure when you add up not only the cost of the grading but the travel costs for over three hours of driving, gas, the cost of lunch and all the time you would have had to carve out of your day to do this, this is a deal! Don’t tell me you don’t want to have it done after all that.”

Ashley looked at her feet as she began to feel she might have ruined her newly kindled friendship with her host. “Oh, I guess I didn’t understand. I can see you’ve gone to a lot of trouble and, well, not having a car myself, this is really nice. Of course, I’ll have it done tonight. Just tell me where I have to go and what I have to do. I really don’t know much about it.”

Veronica’s funny grin came rushing back and just then, Carol, the Slave attendant, walked on stage and, looking at Veronica and Emily instructed, “Why don’t you get Miss Barnes ready while I have the guys set up the equipment we need. Get her Slave Ready for us if you will.”

“Sure thing,” Veronica said and grabbed Ashley by the arm and began walking off the stage towards the house. “Follow me and we’ll go get you prepared for the appraiser.” The three girls began walking through the crowd heading for the back door. “This is going to be so much fun!”

Once inside the house, Veronica led her to a large, ornate bathroom and instructed Ashley to get out of her clothes and take a quick shower. Ashley was confused by this so Veronica explained that a Slave Grading was a lot like getting a good physical from her doctor. No girl wants to get examined without being freshly washed and looking her best. The girls told her they would help her with her hair after she was through with her shower.

“Be quick about it,” Veronica demanded. “That Slave Appraiser’s time is expensive and he is waiting for you. No time for dawdling. Get those clothes off and get in the shower!”

Reluctantly, Ashley did as she was told. Stripping off in front of the girls was really no different than showering after gym class at school but Veronica’s analogy of a doctor’s exam made her nervous and she wondered just how detailed this grading actually was. At least they’d be doing it inside somewhere. That thought gave her comfort.

Faster than she had even done before, she was showered, her hair fixed and even a small touch of subtle perfume was dabbed here and there at Emily’s suggestion.

“So, what does one wear to a slave grading?” she asked naively.

Both girls laughed and Veronica said, “Why the same thing Slaves normally wear – nothing!”

Ashley felt stupid as that made sense. If she was going to be closely examined it was logical that she’d be naked just like a real slave. “Oh, I didn’t know.” She said meekly then gave out a nervous sigh and added, “Well, I guess I am as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Follow me, then.” Veronica instructed as she gently took hold of Ashley’s arm and began leading her down the hall. Ashley was glad that her friends were supporting her through this. Realizing that a strange man was going to see her naked, she was already a basket case of nerves with them by her side. Without them she wasn’t sure she could follow through with things. When they got almost to the end of the hall, Veronica offered a few little hints. “You can help your score by doing EVERYTHING the appraiser tells you to do right away with no hesitation. He knows you are not a trained slave so if you don’t understand what he is asking don’t talk with him. Just look into his eyes and he’ll see that you don’t understand and will explain things another way. Oh, and don’t be nervous if he examines some intimate places on your body or test how responsive you are. He is not turned on by any of this as he grades literally hundreds of girls daily all over the state. This is just a job to him. It’s important to do everything you can to get a good score so just go along with whatever he does. Just think of the bragging rights you’ll have showing off your certificate to all your friends after this is over. Any little embarrassment with this will be worth it, don’t you’ll think?”

Ashley swallowed hard and softly replied, “I hope you’re right.”


“You’ll do fine,” Emily encouraged as they started walking once again.

“So, where is this grading going to take place? I’m not familiar with your house. Is it much farther?”

“Not far at all. In fact, it’s just a little way after we go through this door!” Veronica explained as she twisted the door knob.

Ashley almost literally collapsed as her legs gave way. If wasn’t for her friends holding her up, she would have. She squealed and, although she could barely talk because her mouth had gone so dry, she managed to barely squeak out as forcefully as she could, “I can’t go outside in front of all those people! I’m Naked!”

“Of course, you can,” Veronica said with that evil grin on her face. “Slaves do it all the time. Nudity is no big thing.”

“But . . . But these are my classmates, my friends not some group of strangers. I KNOW these people. They can’t see me naked!! Please, no!!”

“That’s good, Ashley. Keep it up. Appraisers and buyers love the look of fear on a new slave. You’ll get a higher score! Veronica explained, all the while giggling her head off.”

“But, I’m NOT a slave,” Ashley vigorously protested.

“Oh yeah, well, I was just speaking generally but the fact is it will help your score to be a little nervous.”

She wanted to back out and forget the whole thing, but it was too late. Upon stepping outside, someone in the crowd shouted, “THERE SHE IS!” and the whole yard erupted with applause so loud you would have thought you were at a professional football game. Everyone turned around and looked at her and, to a person, they were all smiles. No catcalls or lewd remarks; they just applauded and smiled during her entire reluctant journey up to the little stage. Ashley’s eyes nervously darted everywhere to the left and to the right and back again trying to see who all was still there – who was seeing her in her birthday suit. To her amazement all the smiles seemed genuine and appreciative, well, all the smiles except Veronica’s that is. Hers was more like something a little bit sinister, Ashley thought, but perhaps that was just her imagination.

Ashley hadn’t expected such support especially towards someone not in the “in-crowd” but it made sense since no one in this town had actually seen a real slave let alone a real slave grading, well very few anyway so this was all new to everyone. And soon, a real, live 24-7 slave would also be here at the party as well so she took courage in the thought that if that slave could do this, Ashley could surely do this for as long as this grading thing took.

She tried to imagine herself being like that slave she saw in the Jackson Mall that day with her mom. Since that day most of her thoughts kept coming back to wondering what it must feel like being naked in a crowded place like that. Well, this was her chance to find out and so far, the only things she knew for sure was that she was nervous as hell and just as horny. As far as she could tell she had never, ever been as aroused as she was right at that moment. It was incredible! She was so conflicted emotionally.

She started to feel better about things and just a wee bit of confidence began creeping into her spine but that was all trashed as soon as she looked towards the stage. Waiting for her was a very good-looking man who looked to be in his mid-twenties with a name tag that read Eli, Certified Slave Appraiser and next to him was a smiling Carol. But they weren’t the cause of her concern. No, it was the metal table with stirrups like in a gynecologist’s office right up on stage that they were standing next to that made her legs weak all over again.


The Slave Party – Part 5
By: Hooked6 (Modern Slavery, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, bondage, reluctant.)


Sensing that Ashley might be having second thoughts and might bolt and make a run for it, Veronica increased the pressure of the grip she had on Ashley’s arm while at the same time offering her reassurance that she was doing fine. “Everyone here ADMIRES you and most girls probably wish they were you right about now.” Hearing those words bolstered Ashley’s courage enough to mount the stage and turn to face the crowd. She wanted so desperately to cover herself but with Emily and Veronica each having a hold of one of her arms that was impossible. She just had to stand there and let her classmates and friends have a good long look at her. Doing so gave rise to even louder applause and cheering and brought the first hint of a smile to her face, though it didn’t last long.

It wasn’t as if she was in a big theatre or something with the audience a great distance away. No, it was all so intimate with everyone literally so close to where she was standing, she could actually reach out and touch a few of them if her arms weren’t being held.

Carole began explaining step by step the professional grading process. “When someone arrives at our store for a vanity grading, they will fill out our standard forms. You will then receive a slave collar that contains all your personal information and any special instructions like ‘slave grading only’ or ‘grading for auction.’ The collar also contains a GPS tracking device so that we know where you are at all times. This acts as insurance against unwanted mistakes or accidental sales. While you are in our store you are under our protection. It’s really a safety measure for all of us.”

Carole then pointed to Veronica who was holding up a shiny polished silver ring-looking collar for the crowd to see. “Veronica has chosen our top-of-the-line collar which we will be demonstrating tonight. It has many advanced features.” Ashley gasped as Veronica quickly wrapped the collar around her neck and fastened it securely. The sudden, clearly audible “click” made her to jump a bit causing many in the crowd to giggle.

“You’ve made a good choice in collars,” Carole continued. This device also has shock capabilities to use as a discipline measure or to give a warning if a particular task is taking too long or the slave wanders to far from pre-set boundaries. We use this feature to allow girls in our store getting vanity gradings to wander about the mall while waiting for their turn. But you could use it to keep your slave from running away.”

“I’m NOT her slave!” Ashley protested firmly.

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot. I’m so used to my sales spiel that I sometimes get carried away,” Carole explained amidst some chuckling from the crowd.

Carole explained the data gathering during the grading process and that detailed measurements will made and recorded which would subsequently be entered into her record as required under the Female Slavery Act or FSA as it was more politely known. Ashley just stood there dumbfounded as Eli, the Slave Appraiser used calipers and laser measuring devices to obtain what was required. It was humiliating when he made her turn around away from the crowd and bend over letting her classmates see, well, EVERYTHING.

Later, when he used the calipers to measure the thickness of her nipples and remarked, “My gosh! Would you look at that. Her nipples are as thick as two pencil erasers stacked together when she is excited! That is worth extra scoring points.” Ashley blushed profusely at his comment as the crowd laughed. She blushed even more when he made the same remark about her clitoris when he measured that as well. She was always aware how much her clitoris bulged out from underneath its protective hood when she was aroused – almost like she had a small penis there above her slit. From the look on her massively reddened face, now EVERYONE knew what she was ashamed of – and from the delight on their faces they seemed to relish her humiliation. There was no denying her arousal now.

“Time to test her responsiveness,” Eli in a matter-of-fact voice. Without any warning Ashley felt his fingers gliding between her already heavily moistened legs and she let out a huge and very discernable gasp which thrilled her classmates to no end. “Wow, She’s really wet!” Eli announced as if that was something unusual. “Another plus towards her final grading score. The higher the score the more valuable her worth at auction.”

As Eli removed his fingers, he held them up to the crowd to see as if they needed any more proof that she was totally horny. He then casually wiped them on her belly to remove the excess wetness leaving what could only be described as snail tracks glistening against her skin making Ashley cringe all the more.

Carole then directed her to lie on the table and place her feet in the stirrups. Nervously she complied as her heart raced ever faster. Once she had done that, Carole adjusted the stirrups farther apart, spreading Ashley’s legs as wide as they would go leaving her classmates with the perfect view of her slickened purse and protruding clitoris. But that wasn’t the worst part. “As you can see,” Carole noted to the audience as she pointed to Ashley’s pelvis, “she has a rather nice-looking set of pubes. Unfortunately, for grading purposes, the appraiser needs to get a good look at that area WITHOUT any hair. Sorry, dear,” she said in mocking empathy, “but I’m afraid that will have to go.” The smile on Carole’s face cut right through Ashley’s shame and sparked a little anger welling up inside which only added to her humiliation.

Before she could react, she felt her slave collar vibrate a bit and become a bit more restrictive around ger throat. She looked up at Carole and saw her touching the screen on what looked like a smartphone. “We at Slaves – R – Us believe, as is standard practice throughout the industry that for the grading process, it is best to neutralize the subject’s voice to keep the candidate from trying to influence the appraiser. This collar can temporarily – OR PERMANANTLY – devoice a slave as desired. Many stores prefer to use a devoicing spray that lasts usually between 6 and 12 hours or to use an old-fashioned mouth bit but Veronica has spared no expense with this collar so you can see what is available on the market.

Ashley tried to scream but despite her open mouth and her best efforts nothing came out, eliciting even more laughter from the crowd as they realized that she couldn’t talk anymore.

To her horror, she saw Carole handing Veronica an electric shaver. An evil smile came over Veronica’s face as she immediately clicked the shaver on and it began buzzing causing the crowd to howl with laughter and glee. “Say bye-bye to your curls, Sweetcakes,” she said sadistically as she ran the shaver across her pubes in a straight line leaving a noticeable path visible to everyone. Her tormentor was giggling as much as the audience as she diligently shaved off all the thick patch of hair.

At last she was done and her torture was over, Ashley thought to herself, when suddenly Emily leaned over her and squirted a thick pile of shaving cream on her freshly shorn pubis and then got into the act herself by using a disposable razor to remove any stubble left by the shaver as well as getting any fine hair between her legs. They were making a right proper job of it, she thought as a damp rag was used to clean her up between her legs.

Carole handed Veronica a bottle of something and told her to use it on the newly shaven areas as it would soothe and cool the skin and prevent any rash from developing. No sooner had she said that, Veronica began sensually rubbing the lotion all over Ashley’s pelvis. Not only did it feel cool to the skin but her classmate’s ministrations were arousing her even more, much to her chagrin. “That’s it,” Carole said, “Rub it in really well.” Just when she was about to orgasm, she was bright back to reality when Carole, added, “Perfect, that will also permanently keep any hair from ever growing back as well.” Ashley opened her mouth wide and tried to scream “NO!” but nothing came out. She looked really stupid with her mouth making a big “O- shape” and her head jerking about silently again sending the crowd into fits of laughter.

Carole ran her hand over Ashley’s denuded pelvis and simply said, “Smooth. VERY smooth!”

Carole waved Eli over and instructed him to continue as she went over to Veronica to have a quiet word. Ashley couldn’t hear what they two of them were saying but she knew it probably wasn’t a good thing for her. Eli continued taking notes of her vulva and anus occasionally making a few observations aloud to the crowd and, although they were professional observations, they were nonetheless embarrassing.

Ashley suddenly felt the tip of his finger entering her vagina and again tried to shout when all of a sudden her withdrew his finger in shock. He bent down moving his face inches from her sex – so close that she could feel his breath – and kept looking . . . and looking, before she felt his finger gently slide back into her quim only to have it just as quickly withdrawn once again.

Eli quickly joined his partner and Veronica and joined the muted conversation. The only words Ashley and the crowd heard was the occasional, “No,” and “Are you Kidding me?” from Veronica which only added to Ashley’s fears and confusion. What was wrong? What had he seen that made him react so? She wondered.

All three of them finally returned from the corner they were huddled in and Carole addressed everyone, “I have just been informed by the appraiser that he has definitively determined that Ashley is a virgin and as such, a few things will change.”

At first the crowd just stood there in disbelief until several of the women in the onlookers started making cat-calls about her status. “No wonder she’s a Geek; she’s never been laid. What else is there for her to do on a Friday night but study?” And several of the guys volunteered to fix her problem so the demonstration could continue forcing a few chuckles from the other guys.

Carole tried to settle the group and continued, “First, virgin Slaves are indeed quite rare and highly valuable so extra points are awarded to a candidate’s grading score. Second, because Ashley is a confirmed virgin with a non-torn 100% intact hymen, several of the standard evaluation tests will not be performed this evening.”

A chorus of boos erupted from the back row of the chairs which slowly got louder and involved more people.

“Not to fear.” Carole said as she held up something between two of her fingers and showed it off to the crowd. “After discussion, Veronica has decided to purchase one of our latest state-of-the-art products we call the CLITORIZER.” Just the very name sent a tingle up Ashley’s spine.


The Slave Party – Part 6
By: Hooked6 (Modern Slavery, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, bondage, reluctant.)


“The device has two parts. First, I will place this ring-link monitor on the left ring finger of our subject. Like many sports monitors it will keep track of her heart rate, oxygen saturation, respiration rate as well as monitor certain blood hormone levels and send this information to the Clitorizer’s computer brain. Ashley’s face made a small grimace as the ring was slipped on her finger. “Sorry, sweetheart. I should have warned you about the small needle-like probe that inserts into the skin. The discomfort is temporary and after a few seconds you will never notice it again.”

Carole leaned over close to Ashley’s face and showed her a tiny, flesh-colored, clip-like device and as Carole’s smile grew larger, she said, “Oh, you’re just going to LOVE this!”

Carole then explained to the crowd that the clip fastens to the clitoris after it is engorged, and once fastened, it prevents the clit from retracting back under its protective hood. The clip then is controlled by the Slave’s owner via her smartphone or the unit’s remote controller. No sooner had she finished her explanation, Ashley felt the woman’s fingers playing with her clitoris and just as Ashley was about to orgasm, the woman clipped the device onto her protruding little bud. It was hardly noticeable to the poor girl nor to the crowd as it blended in with her skin tones perfectly. “Once this device is in place it will never come off and trust she won’t want it to either.” ,

The woman asked Veronica to select level one the system’s controller and the most pleasant feeling washed over Ashley. She felt euphoric but she wasn’t sure why. “Turn off her devoicer for a moment so she can tell us what she is feeling” the woman instructed. “Ashley, what is going on? Can you tell us?”

“Well . . .” Ashley finally replied trying to find her voice again. “I don’t really feel anything, just a calm, relaxing feeling. It’s rather pleasant really.”

Carole explained that the level one setting can be used by a slave’s owner to relax them or calm them down in any stressful situation much like taking a drink of alcohol only without getting drunk. “Go ahead and select level 4,” she instructed Veronica.

“OH!” Ashley squeaked as she felt a momentary spasm between her legs much like she was trying to start an orgasm but as quickly as she felt it, it was gone. After 20 seconds passed the spasm came back for less than a second causing her to gasp once more before it left leaving her wanting. A huge smile was plastered on Ashley’s face as the sensation was very arousing. She felt herself getting amazingly wet to the point that she felt her lubrication sliding down between her legs and onto the table. The crowd was quick to point out that they noticed it as well, embarrassing the girl to no end.

“This setting we call the arouser. It stimulates lubrication, elevates the sex hormones to make the girl horny and causes an occasional throbbing to her clit making her want more. Unfortunately, at this setting it also monitors her physical response and adjusts itself accordingly to ensure that she won’t have an orgasm. This setting is good to reward your slave for doing something that pleased you or your guests.”

Ashley looked over at Veronica and noticed that she had the mischievous smile on her face then, all at once that amazing sensation suddenly disappeared from between her legs. “Hey! What happened? It’s not working anymore.” Ashley asked disappointingly as she had grown used to the sensations the device was giving her. This made Veronica laugh and when the crowd realized what she had done they laughed too.

“I take it you LIKED that setting?” Veronica asked sarcastically.

“Hell, Yeah!” Ashley replied. “Can you turn it on again?” her comment causing the women in the crowd to laugh aloud.

“Why should I?” Veronica teased. “What’s in it for me?”

At that point Ashley would have gladly licked her friend’s sex if she would have agreed to turn it on again but before she could say anything, Carole suggested with an evil-looking grin in her face, “Why don’t you try level 6.”

“Alright,” Veronica quipped as she fiddled with the controller. Immediately Ashley squealed then started to shake a little all over as she was in the throws of a most marvelous orgasm, just as if she was masturbating herself but she wasn’t doing anything. “Ooooooohh, Um AHHHHHHHHHH! She exclaimed as the crowd roared with hilarious laughter as the poor girl’s orgasm continued on and on.

“Try level 7, now”

Just then Ashley’s body shook all the more and just about everything even remotely close to her sex spasmed over and over and over again – even her labia throbbed.

Carole turned to the crowd and pointed at Ashley’s sex. “Notice how her vagina AND her anus are contracting and relaxing, contracting and relaxing like they are winking at you! Her internal vagina is doing the same thing only we can’t see it but she is DEFINITELY feeling it.” Everyone roared with laughter seeing her winking holes opening and closing, opening and closing. It was the funniest thing they had ever seen!

“Try level 8.”

“NO!” Ashley screamed then convulsed as she squirted over and over again out into the audience causing them to back away in hysterics trying to avoid being splattered..

Then, in an instant, it was gone. Her body relaxed and she felt nothing. The dearth of sensations was such a disappointment as her heartrate returned to normal and her breathing slowed to a more normal pattern. No longer was she gasping for breath.

“That . . . was . . . INCREDIBLE . . .” Ashley panted trying to regain her composure.

Carole explained, “Once a slave has tasted the Clitorizer, manual masturbation just won’t cut it anymore. It is a feeling like none other as the device knows exactly where to take pleasure to its highest limits and holding it there as long as her mistress or master desires it, then . . . it’s gone. At the push of a button, ecstasy disappears. Only her mistress can give her what she desires.”

As Carole answered questions from the audience, Veronica walked over to Ashley giggling and remarked, “Did you have fun?”

“OMG! That was . . . indescribable. I’ve never felt anything like that in my whole life. I mean, like, EVER!”

“It looked like you loved it. Aren’t you embarrassed that all your classmates all saw you orgasming like that?”

Ashley’s face turned bright red as her face got hot from blushing. “Oh my gosh! I hadn’t realized! They all SAW that?! Get me out of here, please, Veronica. I’ve had enough. I’ll never be able to live this down. Help me, please. I’m begging you.”

“But I LIKE you here all spread wide-open leaking your honey juice all over the place. It makes me happy.”

“This is so humiliating. Cover me up, please?” Ashley was obviously coming down off her tremendous high and the hormones that filled her with excitement had dissipated letting the reality of the situation creep back into her thoughts. She was ashamed and wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out again.”

Carole interrupted things and announced, “Our appraiser has finished his evaluation. Eli?”

Eli walked back on stage and started speaking. “Although she is obviously untrained and needs to learn slave etiquette and protocols, something that cost her some points, but her body is amazingly attractive with no significant defects. Her sexual responsiveness scores very high and she appears to be a natural submissive – all qualities that would make for a desirable slave. Slave grading from lowest to highest consists of the ratings of: Utility, Choice, Select and the highest grade of Prime. Only 2% of candidates ever score Prime. Despite her lack of training, which we can remedy at our store, I award her a grade of Prime Minus.”

Her classmates all began cheering as Eli held up her official certificate bearing a government credentialing seal so she could see it. Ashley beamed with pride and her smile only grew wider as he showed the certificate to the crowd!

“I’ll give your certificate to your owner, Ashley, so she can keep it safe,” Eli said helpfully.

A Look of panic swept across face, “There must be some mistake! I’m not a slave! Let me up!” She demanded.

Eli was about to say something, but Veronica interrupted him. “She’s right, She’s not a slave. She just won a free Professional Grading that’s all. Unless . . .” Just then Veronica secretly turned on the Clitorizer to its lowest setting and an amazing feeling of calm came over Ashley.

“Um . . . unless, what?’ she asked.

“Unless you want to try being a slave.” Veronica said as she moved up the setting to level 2 on the device making Ashley feel a bit giddy.

“You mean like . . . try it out for a while?” Like test driving a car?”

“Oh, no. You can’t do that. That would be illegal. Pretending to be a slave can get you in trouble with the law.”

Ashley looked at Carole who explained, “I’m afraid she’s right. You’re either a slave or you aren’t. There’s no in between. There are harsh penalties if you are caught pretending to be a slave.”

Veronica secretly moved the device’s setting up to level 3 giving Ashley the feeling of total well-being and euphoria.

“But I don’t want to be a slave forever.” She remarked then began thinking about something. “Um . . . Did I win the clit thingy as one of my prizes? Can I keep it?”

Both women laughed as Carole explained, “No, I’m afraid that belongs to Veronica. She paid a ton of money for it.”

Veronica giggled, “Don’t worry Ash, I’m not heartless. I’ll let you keep it . . .” She teased as she turned up the device to level 4 and her clit pulsed once more, “IF you want to become my slave. You’ve already filled out the self-enslavement papers. You just have to sign that tablet here and that Clitorizer is yours to keep.”

Ashley’s mind was all a jumble. She knew she should have read those pages more carefully. Even so, her mind was in a fog. Her body craved the addictive orgasm she felt earlier and wanted it again. The thought of getting those all the time was too amazing to ponder. As she was thinking about what that would be like. The pleasant feelings in her sex vanished. Veronica had turned the device off.

“VRON! Turn it on. You’re so mean!”

“You mean . . . like this?” She asked then suddenly, without warning, turned the device to level 8. Ashley’s sex began spasming, her vagina was not only leaking but was contracting and relaxing along with her anus just like before then she began squirting all over some poor girl who was watching in the crowd. She couldn’t help it.

“GIVE ME THE TABLET! I WANT TO BE A SLAVE!” She yelled over and over. Veronica happily obliged and in a moment her signature was captured and then witnessed by Carole and Eli and then two of her giggling classmates as Ashley lain there moaning in ecstasy.

Veronica held up the tablet to the crowd and shouted jubilantly, “See? I TOLD you that I’d have a real live slave at my party and here she is. Say hello to my official new slave, ASHLEY BARNES!”

The device was turned off and Ashley tried to catch her breath. It was obvious t her now that this was all a set up. There never was another slave girl that was invited to the party. “What have I done?” she muttered to herself as all of her classmates cheered and carried on.


Coming soon, The Slave Party 2 – The Aftermath.

A most excellent story Hooked6.
You really captured the High School clicks angle and put it into a modern day slavery story. I wait to read part two.

Can't wait. Stupid autocorrect.

I am a big fan of the Katie Smith stories, and you have done a great job with this story. I can not wait for the next part, and keep up the great writing!
Thanks!

Awesome story! Sorry it took me so long to read it ! Waiting for the next chapter!

Love the idea of the clitorizer. Very creative. Love your work. Can't wait to see the next installment.

Belinda

Love the story, great buildup.
Slightly off topic, the idea that a Female Enslavement Act could ever been passed is extremely unrealistic. Its a relitivly unimportant plot point, just there to set the story. But I think think it would be more realistic if slavery had never ended (I have a unfinished story to that effect) but that it has fallen in and out of favor over time, and it has now become more organized and worldwide.I

Rely to Gary: So Gary, how would you explain how slavery went from Black men and women to white women, if slavery was never outlawed. You talk about it all the time, but never explained the evolution of Western slavery to that point. I would love to hear your theory on it. Maybe it would catch on with other stories.-orflash64

Kudos, Hooked6, I really enjoyed reading this story. My rating: A
(The only thing I found a little bit unrealistic was how immensely naive and docile the heroine is, but that may be due to her general nature, growing up in a calm rural community etc.)
I am also looking forward to the next chapter. Will she be presented naked at school? Will she have to sleep in a cage? Well, we will wait and see...

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So Gary, how would you explain the evolution of Western slavery, if it was never outlawed and how it went from Black men and women to white women?
I would really like to read your theory, it might catch on to other stories.

orflash64 wrote: ↑Sun Dec 29, 2019 9:43 am My reply got lost.
So Gary, how would you explain the evolution of Western slavery, if it was never outlawed and how it went from Black men and women to white women?
I would really like to read your theory, it might catch on to other stories.

I see it as a supply/demand equation. The demand for unskilled labour has shrunk dramatically with the development of machinery. On the other hand, the demand for sex slaves is as strong as ever. So if a society could see a financial benefit from female slavery, there would be a market.

Only a few decades ago, young women who were seen as rebellious or promiscuous were placed in Magdalene Asylums where they would be forced to do laundry etc. This was no doubt profitable for the people who ran them, and since the women were not permitted to leave, this most definitely qualifies as slavery. Believe it or not, the last Magdalene asylum was closed in 1996!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magdalene_asylum

Magdalene asylums, also known as Magdalene laundries, were initially Protestant but later mostly Roman Catholic institutions that operated from the 18th to the late 20th centuries, ostensibly to house "fallen women". The term implied female sexual promiscuity or work in prostitution, young women who became pregnant outside of marriage, or young girls and teenagers who did not have familial support.[1] They were required to work as part of their board, and the institutions operated large commercial laundries, serving customers outside their bases.

Many of these "laundries" were effectively operated as penitentiary work-houses. The strict regimes in the institutions were often more severe than those found in prisons. This contradicted the perceived outlook that they were meant to treat the women as opposed to punishing them. "The heat was unbelievable. You couldn’t leave your station unless a bell went."[2] Laundries such as this operated in the United Kingdom, Ireland, Sweden, Canada, the United States, and Australia, for much of the nineteenth and well into the twentieth century, the last one closing in 1996.[3] The institutions were named after the Biblical figure Mary Magdalene, in earlier centuries characterised as a reformed prostitute.

The first Magdalene institution was founded in late 1758 in Whitechapel, England.[4] A similar institution was established in Ireland by 1767.[4] The first Magdalene asylum in the United States was the Magdalen Society of Philadelphia, founded in 1800. All these were Protestant institutions. Other cities followed, especially from around 1800, with Catholic institutions also being opened. In the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, Magdalene asylums were common in several countries.[5] By 1900, there were more than 300 asylums in England and more than 20 in Scotland.[4][6]

So it was only quite recently that this form of slavery was ended. Since sexual slavery would be far more profitable, if the more common form of slavery/indentured servitude had never been outlawed, it is easy to see how the Magdalene asylums would have become brothels or slave markets.

Steve is right, there is also a book and a (very good) movie which show the life of some "inmates":
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0318411/

Caution: it is not an erotic movie. (It is made in such a way that the watcher understands the cruelty and injustice of the Magdalene institutions, and has compassion with the poor girls. )

Interesting possibility, but I prefer the female slavery being a new thing or at least a new thing to people in a certain area of the world. Someone just now learning about slavery and its impact to them as well as describing to the reader how it all works. Kinda like the Handmaiden's Tale, we're a sudden change happens in only a decade. People grew up without this concept of slavery but now it's here and in your face. Naked women are collared and being lead on a leash in public.

I tend to lean towards Orflash64's world! Some thing about a girl/woman discovering slavery and what that means to her! A story like the collaboration between watcher and imreadonly! Judge Watcher!

I too am a long time fan of the Katie Smith Universe of Tracey and the FSA.

And I believe it requires very little imagination, with the likes of the last 2 justices to be elevated to the U.S. Supreme Court, to believe that women might once again be enslaved.

Personally I know several ladies who are keeping their fingers and toes crossed that this might occur during their lifetimes.

I love the Clitorizer too! of course there needs to be a Punishment level added because we all know that female slaves cannot always be Obedient - the underlying Brat must always peek through now and again...

Oh and did I forget to mention how much I am looking forward to the continuation of this Slave Party at Veronica's - and of course I am quite certain that Emily Chambers will have a continuing role in the further humiliation, training and control of "poor little Ashley"...

-GypsieCowboy

I second that! "Slave Party" was one of my favourite stories in the last months. Please continue the good work.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next part. Real life interfered with a lot of things during this pandemic. I m posting The Slave Party - the Aftermath today in another thread. I hope to be posting much more regularly from now on.

Hooked6

This is a really fun story. Thank you for posting it

Excellent story, really liked it.

Great story. A very predictable outcome. We knew it would happen. Just were wondering how. Such a nieve young girl. She probably deserves what she gets.

So love the idea of the clitorizer device. What if ring fed data to the slaves collar that then uses artificial technology that are tied into all nerve endings sending pulses to keep slave at a highly stimulated state.