2 comments/ 11485 views/ 4 favorites Deputized as a Slaver Ch. 01 By: otis_from_helotes By the third decade of the twenty-first century, the economy had finally imploded and the demand for employees appeared to permanently dry up. It appeared that a high rate of unemployment exceeding 17% would be a permanent fixture in the social fabric. Hordes of twenty-somethings had permanently indentured themselves with student loan debts that they could never hope to pay off. Naturally, society had to find ways to deal with and "warehouse" the permanent unemployable underclass. It soon became apparent that there were many in the population who had hardwired submissive tendencies that could be exploited as free labor and as domestic sex slaves. There arose a sub rosa army of specially trained men and women who were deputized to go undercover to the bars and social functions to ferret out attractive men and women wrestling with their submissive tendencies. After a few drinks, they would be cajoled to come home with the deputized slavers where they would be seduced and stripped of their autonomy as free citizens. Once enslaved, they would be registered as live stock with the USDA. It was becoming more and more common place and socially acceptable to see a naked man or woman collared and leashed walked down the street by an elegantly dressed owner. Carl was twenty-seven years, had a decent job as an insurance adjuster. He could not sustain a long-term relationship with a woman and over the years became increasingly driven by fantasies of being dominated and humiliated by beautiful women. He had tried to put these desires out of his mind but over time they became more insistent and compulsive. He knew only too well that it had become illegal to have these thoughts and that these impulses would eventually spell his demise. It was on that fateful Friday night, he saw Chloe at the bar. She was a mocha mulatto woman, with long frizzy hair covering her shoulders, beautifully formed breasts filling out her expensive blouse, thick sensual lips. Her five foot eight inch frame was further enhanced by her four inch stiletto heels. She smiled at him when he offered to buy her a drink. They made small talk all evening and hit the dance floor when one of them heard a favorite song. She told him she really liked him and asked if he would like to go to her place for a night cap. His imagination sizzled as she took out her keys to unlock the front door. As she switched on the lamp he was impressed with the fine taste evidenced by her décor. The clicking of her high heels on the hard floor somehow excited him. The rugs, the paintings on the wall, the small sculptures on the table exuded the sophistication of an accomplished collector. "Can I make you a Crème de mint?" she asked. She had him sit on the couch was she went to the bar to mix the drinks. Watching him slowly imbibe the drink she prepared, she asked him to tell her about the details of his life, where he grew up, his relationships. The drink was relaxing him, giving him a strong buzz. He could feel the heat of her gaze and felt his inhibitions slipping away. She clicked the remote for soft jazz music. What kind of work do you do, Chloe? "I guess you could say I'm something of a psychotherapist, Carl. I help men deal with their issues". "What kind of issues?" "Well, many men find it stressful and tiring to maintain control in their jobs and everyday routine. They would like to find a safe outlet, a safe place in which they can surrender responsibility for outcomes and allow someone else to take control." "I like to think I provide a safe haven for them to explore the submissive side of their nature. They rely on me to help them explore their darkest fantasies." Carl could not help but feel his mind wandering. "Chloe, what do you think of the reemergence of slavery in our society?" "Don't you think we're taking a big step backwards?" Carl slurred. "Not at all", Chloe stated authoritatively. "I think the demands of our modern society have given rise to a need to more forcefully 'manage' certain segments of our society. "What do you mean", carl slurred. "Well, first of all, it is clear that we will never be able to gainfully employ sufficient portions of our society. The unemployed if left to their own devices would be a drag on our economy and the government can no longer tax the working public enough to support those who can't work. The unemployed must now make themselves useful for the rest of us. It's only fitting that those of inferior ability or moral character be enslaved to serve the rest of us. Don't you think?" Carl tried to ponder her comments as she began to stroke his hair. "I do like you Carl, and I believe that we can get to know each other much better." She began to kiss and softly bite his neck. He could feel her tongue going down his neck and his head began to pleasantly spin. She put her tongue in his mouth and he could taste her alcohol. Slowly she removed his necktie, and began to unbutton his dress shirt. Her tongue swirled around his hardening nipples as her hand explored his inner thighs and crotch. Suddenly, she gazed into his eyes caressing his cheeks with her finely manicured nails. Once she sensed his acquiescence, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. She motioned to him and he raised his butt for her to pull down his trousers. She was wearing an Ann Klein II suit, black nylons, a Rolex watch, and he was wearing only his briefs. Her fingers were running up and down his chest and torso and occasionally tracing the outline of his erection coming thru the briefs. Carl felt contented surrendering his power to her. Feeling quite intoxicated he felt contentment in the shadow of her authority over him. She began to look at him long and hard. There was suddenly sadness in her eyes. "Carl, I think I like you a lot. I think I like you too much to do this but it seems neither one of us has too much choice in this matter." "I don't understand, Chloe." carl whispered. "Carl, it's apparent that you are excited by me because I am a powerful woman, and you are excited by the idea of surrendering your power to me." "Carl, it is obvious that you are a submissive man and by the power invested in me by the State as a deputized slaver, I have no choice but to do what I have been deputized to do and you have no choice but to surrender to your need to submit to me." Chloe slipped her hands under the elastic band of his briefs and pulled them off, leaving Carl's engorged penis exposed to her. "I kind of wished you and I could have pursued a normal relationship as equals but I can see you only have the moral fiber and will power to be a slave." "Once you ejaculate within my fingers you will forfeit all rights as a free citizen. You will forfeit the right to wear clothing. You will forfeit the right to make any kind of decisions. You will forfeit all state granted licenses. And you will be shipped to a state facility where you will be trained to serve an owner who can sell you at auction when he or she tires of you." Carl was trying with difficulty to grasp the situation but his besotted brain offered him no assistance. Right now he was being driven by his smaller brain. "What saddens me most of all, carl is even after I've warned you about what is about to happen, you are still aroused and erect in my hands" stated Chloe. "Once I make you ejaculate, you will lose your humanity and forever forfeit your freedom." "As much as I am attracted to you, I will never see you in a setting like this as two responsible free adults, equals, exploring a future together but rather I'll be checking in with you at the Facility where you will be naked, collared, leashed." "You will spend your time being trained, humiliated and exhibited in front of prospective owners." carl dimly realized his urges had caught up with him and there was no turning back. He could no longer be a free man in this society. He did not deserve a place in the food chain among normal working people. He knew his place and Chloe would reluctantly take him there. As on cue, he started to thrust his hips. She poured baby oil on his balls and his cock. He could feel her nails gently scratching his balls. Slowly, she began stroking his well oiled cock. You have a nice cock, carl. You will serve your lucky owner well. Chloe was performing the job she had been trained to do and he could feel the male essence in him boiling. She switched on a light and he could see the digital video camera on top of the bookcase recording the event on-line to satisfy the legal formalities. "I'll try to make this last as long as I can", she cooed. "I want you to experience your remaining freedom as long as you can". Up and down her right hand went. As her hand went up his shaft, her power over him grew. As her hand went down his shaft, his power over himself diminished. With the other hand, she caressed his balls. "It's ok, carl. You don't need to be ashamed. After all, this is what you are, and we can always find a place in society for a wretched creature like you". "I'll come to see you at your reorientation classes, and we will both remember what we could have had together. I'm sorry for that carl." carl felt like he was floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He always knew there would be consequences but the time had come when he no longer cared. He would no longer have to worry about making a living or competing in the world. Chloe and her ilk would forever provide for him and take care of his animal needs. He was about to shed his dignity, his autonomy, and his claim as a human. Once he spilled his seed into Chloe's expectant fingers, he would be nothing more than an animal in everyone's eyes. The State would register him as livestock. Suddenly, carl reached his point of no return. His entire body tightened up on him. All the fantasy pictures he had carried up to this point began to flash in front of his eyes. "It's ok, carl, let it go.".Chloe whispered. "I'm here to catch it. I'm here to catch you." Carl could feel his testicles explode. This was at once a celebration of his life, a celebration of his death as a free person and his birth as a subservient beast of burden. This is what he always wanted. His cock exploded like a hand grenade. His sperm spurted out into her hands, splashing all over his stomach and her elegant blouse and skirt. Her thick lips gave him a smile suggesting contempt and regret. She looked at him like a conquered prey. She was amused by the irony that as a young black woman she was instrumental in the enslavement of so many young and willing white men. Two paramedics came in through the front door one brandishing handcuffs, the other brandishing a digital camera to record the scene. Chloe grabbed his buttocks and kissed him on the cheek before he was lead away naked and leashed to an uncertain future. Deputized as a Slaver Ch. 02 Chapter 2. An explanation of benefits * Over the years he had became increasingly driven by fantasies of being dominated and humiliated by beautiful women. He had tried to put these desires out of his mind but over time they became more insistent and compulsive. He knew only too well that it had become illegal to have these thoughts and that these impulses would eventually spell his demise. He would have sought out professional counseling but the recently enacted laws that enabled slavery contained provisions that repealed any and all confidentiality between patient and therapist. In this brave new world, a counselor would be legally bound to report the patient's admissions of submissiveness and soon thereafter the patient would be arrested and sent to a therapeutic facility to fully develop his need for slavery. One fateful evening, he found himself terribly attracted to Chloe like a moth to a flame. His rational mind told him to go home but after a few drinks his suppressed impulses overpowered him. By night's end he lay naked and fully exposed on her couch as she massaged his penis and testicles with baby oil. She was a slaver. He knew that. It was her job to ferret out vulnerable closet submissives, such as himself, coaxing them to reveal to their deeply hidden needs to be humiliated. Being ejaculated by a slaver in front of the hidden camera would be sufficient evidence to register a formerly free and autonomous individual as livestock with the U.S. Department of Agriculture. As a legally registered slave, he would be stripped of all legal rights, he could be bought and sold at auction, and he would be duty bound to service any free person of either gender who happened to assert their authority over him. Her exquisitely manicured nails, stroked his engorged penis and gently caressed his testicles. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. Tall, mocha complexion, long full frizzy black hair, elegantly dressed. He glanced at her Rolex shimmering in the candlelight as her fingers lovingly worshiped his genitals. He realized how she could afford such an expensive watch and dimly understood that he was just one in a long line of victims that preceded him and those who would follow him into this irrevocable act of degradation and surrender. The living room was filled with incense and the sound of soft jazz. Her sensuous lips smiled, as her fingers urged him on toward his inevitable demise. "Let yourself go, carl," she cooed cheerfully. "I'm here to catch it. I'm here to catch you." Suddenly, his whole body seized up. He could not go one stroke further and spurted everything he had all over his chest and her Ann Klein blouse and skirt in one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever experienced in his life. Her slender fingers were covered with his semen. Before she could wipe him off, the front door burst open and two EMT's, a man and a woman, came rushing in. The male brandished an electric cattle prong in one hand and a digital camera in the other to record the pick-up and delivery. The female carried a black leather dog collar and a chain. Chloe looked at him with some sadness, "I'm so sorry, carl. Our time together has been too short and now it is over. You need to go with these nice people. They will take good care of you. I'll come to see you at your holding facility." He attempted to resist but one shock to the hip from the cattle prong quickly instilled an attitude of compliance. The female slipped the collar around his neck, and snapped a metal chain to the collar. He stood dazed and defenseless in front of Chloe and his captors. She may have betrayed him but he was complicit in his own captivity for reasons he would eventually understand. Chloe teared up as they led him naked out into the chilly night air into to the ambulance, blindfolded him and strapped his arms and legs to the gurney. He immediately lost all track of sense of time and place. It seemed like he was drifting in some kind of a fuzzy womb for what may have been days. Finally, a twenty something freckled redhead nurse appeared at the foot of what must have been the bed he was sleeping on. "Wake up, sleepy head. It's time we get you formally admitted." As he awoke, his fingers instinctively went to his neck only to find the leather collar locked around his neck. As he traced the circumference of the leather, he was shocked to find the metal leash attached thereto. She took by him the leash and walked him down the corridor. The linoleum floor was cold to the heels of his bare feet. He was aware of his own nudity. As they walked down the corridor, he would see other naked people, some men, some women, being led by leash. The nurse took him into what appeared to be a medical office. "Welcome, carl, my name is Doctor Lorenz." She was aglow with a dominant beauty, long flowing blond hair, blue eyes, red dress, classic features. carl's nostrils took in the scent of alluring perfume. "I welcome you to our Facility for Cognitive Reassignment. As you may know, with the enactment of the Slavery Enabling laws, the government set up facilities such as this across the country." "Our statutory mandate is to take human beings who are already legally enslaved or about to become legally enslaved and transform them into reliable subjects who satisfactorily accept being enslaved psychologically, emotionally, and physiologically". The Doctor proceeded to sit in a chair across from a couch. Not knowing what to do he sat down on the couch. "No, carl," she exclaimed, "livestock is not allowed on good furniture. I want you to sit on the floor facing me with your legs spread wide." Carl feebly attempted to comply. "A little wider, carl. As a slave you need to get used to being totally exposed, hands on your knees!" Carl's cock and balls were now totally exposed to this elegant and authoritative female doctor. It made him very uncomfortable to see her staring at his cock. As if that wasn't bad enough, the Doctor got up, approached him, took his metal leash and ran it down his back and through his butt crack, pulling it forward to straddle between his two testicles before sitting down again. "I don't know why you did it, carl. You had so much, a promising future, a reasonably good stock portfolio, your freedom and you gave it all up," said the Doctor pulling up the slack at her end of the leash. "Doctor?",carl whispered. "Yes, carl." "Permission to speak?" "Granted." "I don't know why either. This is something I hope to learn." "Let me explain what you have to look forward to here, carl", the Doctor continued. "Your training here is based upon the hypothesis that there exists a certain percentage in the general population who are submissives, who have an irresistible need to be owned and controlled by a dominant. "The Facility of Cognitive Reassignment exists to provide an environment conducive for submissives like you to explore their true and deepest needs, drop the superficial trappings of their inauthentic life, and expose all to anyone eligible to own them. "Obviously, you have already met one of our slavers, Chloe," the Doctor chuckled. "This facility is staffed by therapists and doctors deeply dedicated to power exchange between dominants and latent submissives. One of our Federal mandates is to create for the government and the public guidance as to what constitutes a natural state of slavery and what would be reasonable and reliable expectations for slave performance. "I'm happy to inform you that after the full course of training you will be nothing more than an animal, a shameless lustful pet whose sole purpose will be to service and satisfy on demand anyone who is superior to you. "carl, how do you feel about being naked in front of women in authority?" "I feel embarrassed, Doctor." "carl, from now on, you will address me as Mistress, is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress." "Let me explain to you the rights you have forfeited" said the doctor, pulling up the slack on his leash. "Under Federal law, a slave such as yourself shall have no right whatsoever to own property or personal items of any kind. Any possessions that you may have shall be confiscated and sold to reimburse us for the costs of your treatment. "Your slaver, Chloe, will be initiating legal proceedings to seize your condo, your car, and your investments. Any licenses, professional or otherwise you may have obtained from the state will be revoked. As you begin your training, we will be applying to the USDA to have you registered as fungible livestock. "From this moment on, you will be forbidden from wearing clothing. Since you are now no more than a mere possession of those deemed more worthy in our society, you can no longer be allowed to have any possessions for yourself, including clothing. "Do you understand what I've explained so far, carl?" "Yes, Mistress." "Your forced nudity confers upon us as your trainers control and direction of your sexuality and will serve you as a continuing reminder and ultimate acceptance of your enslavement. "The first thing you learn here is that there are two sets of rules. Rules that apply to humans, and rules that apply to slaves. Humans are not slaves and slaves are not human. If our staff or anyone else was to treat a human like a slave we would be abusing him by denying his freedom and self autonomy. If we were to treat a slave like a human we would likewise be abusing the slave by denying him the certainty and security of his slavery. "Ultimately, those of us who are human have no choice but to accept our role as owners and dominants and submissives have no choice but to relinquish their freedom and personhood to embrace their socially enforced humiliation and slavery. That's just the way it is. "Slaves exist solely for the solely for the satisfaction of humans. As a slave you may very well be purchased by a corporation to perform labor and services that you formerly received a paycheck for. We at the facility accept the economic reality that more and more slaves will be bought at auction so they can work side by side with salaried employees. Employers will be able to get more and more labor for less and less money." "Mistress, may I ask a question" "Go ahead, carl" "Mistress, won't that mean that there will always be more and more slaves?", carl asked. "These issues no longer concern you", exclaimed the Doctor quite annoyed. "From here on in, you need to accept that is your place to obey, not to think or question. Is that understood, slave?" Agitated, the Doctor began pulling on the leash between her patient's balls. "Yes, Mistress", carl whispered. "The second thing you will soon learn here is while humans are entitled to their own sexual preferences whatever they may be, slaves have no such choices available to them. As a slave, any natural inclinations and desires you may have had in the past are now irrelevant and forever beyond your reach. "Is that understood, slave?" "Yes, Mistress," muttered carl. "As a new slave," continued the Doctor," you will have to get used to spending much if not most of your time in the company of other naked males of varying ages. "You will attend classes every day in which you will be required to share you darkest desires and fantasies with your assigned therapists and the other patients, being mostly male. In these classes you will get used to seeing other men being masturbated by staff or by other patients at the direction of the staff. And you will have to get used to being masturbated by staff or other patients." "Can i ask why this is necessary, Mistress?" "The purpose of your training, slave, is to make you marketable to all stripes of consumers. Therefore, in these classes and in individual sessions, you will be forced to perform masturbation and fellatio with such other males as we may choose for you. "In this way, we can have you train each other to accommodate the needs of prospective male owners. As a patient in this facility you will learn to love and enjoy different cocks in front of mostly female therapists and trainers who will be continually evaluating your progress and performance. "After some trial and error, we have actually discovered that having two slaves cumming together as a team effort is a satisfactory method of attaining and maintaining high levels of submissiveness to staff and prospective owners. "Another matter, slave. You will observe that there are quite a few female patients in this facility. You will see them working in the cafeteria and performing menial janitorial and housekeeping duties. Occasionally, we will retain a female slave as an unpaid live-in therapist or trainer. A 'volunteer', one might say. You will encounter quite a few nude females in your classes and training sessions. "Many of them started here as student therapist trainees and even as slavers on the outside. But they had low moral standards and succumbed to the temptation of having intimate sexual relationships with their patients. They violated all standards of professionalism and ethics by willingly allowing themselves to be contaminated by slave semen. "Under the Federal Slavery Enabling statute," stated the Doctor," anyone other than a registered owner, that is to say any trainer, therapist or slaver who has been found to have had sexual relations with a registered slave or submissive patient shall forfeit his or her freedom as a free citizen and shall themselves be registered as a slave to be trained at a facility and sold at auction. "In our hierarchy female slaves are even lower in status than male slaves, and we have had incidents here at the Facility where males have copulated with females with or without their consent, to the extent that a female slave is even capable of giving consent. "In the course of your training you will be directed to copulate or otherwise service any such female subjects as we may choose for you under controlled conditions. "As a slave your humiliation, training, counseling sessions and interactions with other patients sexual or otherwise will be recorded on video for case study, peer review, or dissemination on the internet to paying subscribers." "carl, do you think that just because you once had a good paying job, drove a fancy car, and had a nice wardrobe, that you are not like the other patients you are about to encounter here?" "I'm sorry, Mistress, but I'm too confused to answer that." "Well, carl, I want to disabuse you of any such notion. You are about to learn, that you are just a shameful, lustful animal like all the others you are about to meet. "With the benefit of your training sessions, daily injections of behavioral modification drugs, and play exercises with other patients, you will soon be one of them, lustful, submissive, eager to please. "In fact, carl, I am pleased to say that after you have finished your training with us, you will be able to fully and fearlessly connect with your sexual self in a way that was denied you in your earlier life. "Being admitted here with us is the price you pay for going home with one of our slavers and having too much to drink. "By the way, speaking of your slaver, Chloe will be joining us to observe your training sessions and to participate in your performance evaluations. "I'm sure you will have a lot to discuss", the Doctor snickered. All carl could think of was when would he see Chloe again? Could she ever desire him like this or maybe more importantly, would she nurture his emerging kinks now that he had been so utterly degraded? The End * Your votes & comments are appreciated. Deputized as a Slaver Ch. 03 Chloe couldn't believe her luck. She had been in the process of finishing up graduate school when the Slavery Enabling Statutes were passed. It was no small irony that her graduating with a Masters in both Sexual and Marital Counseling would enable her to become one of the first applicants to be certified by the State as a Slaver. Chloe had always had something of a sadistic streak in her and had fancied herself as a closet dominatrix in college. She arrived at her life-long fascination with penises once she witnessed firsthand the irreversible exchange of power that would occur as she gave her boyfriends hand jobs in the dorms. Dating extensively throughout college, she came to relish her own unique brand of sexuality as a zero sum game that redistributed power between her and those who would gladly sign up to become her victims. She looked forward to meeting young men as equals and then gradually reducing them into pathetic lust driven animals she could break up with once her exquisite cruelty drained them of all initiative and self-esteem. The spectacle of formerly self-confident males losing all control as she asserted her dominance over them absolutely thrilled her to the marrow. Wanton orgasm had become the prevailing drug of choice and she was the acknowledged dealer on campus, leading her willing victims down the path of addiction. Although Chloe enjoyed the occasional intercourse, the main course for her was taking a date home and having him reveal to her his darkest fantasies as she slowly stroked his cock over glasses of wine and candlelight. Her sexuality fused with triumph if she could get her date to tell her in graphic and explicit detail all those things that would otherwise humiliate him in real life, taking him over the edge to come all over himself and her fingers. She would memorize his recitation of fantasies of humiliation and debasement and then tenderly repeat them back to him during their subsequent hand job sessions, all the while conditioning him to experience more and more intense ejaculations under her direction. A fully liberated woman, Chloe had long ago seized upon the opportunity to enjoy her life at the expense of others. Now with the passage of the Slavery Enabling Statutes, she got paid to do what she had previously done for her own entertainment. What had formerly been a mere avocation had morphed into a lucrative professional calling. After all, weren't most men miserable, pretentious creatures whose weaknesses of will and moral character justified them being enslaved and pressed into service for the common good? As far as Chloe was concerned, a submissive man's place in the New Order was to be naked, collared, and leashed. Ever the astute observer of male psychology, Chloe knew that most of the males she met in her professional encounters secretly regarded their genitalia as their most prized possession. Under the new slavery laws, once her fingers brought them to orgasm, they would be stripped of all basic human rights and reintroduced into this brave new world as mere livestock, continually bought and sold on the open market. Being competitive and driven to success, Chloe was gratified to know she was contributing to the betterment of society by exercising those natural gifts which came so easily to her. Today she was making her scheduled appearance at the Enslavement Detention Center to evaluate carl's rehabilitation. As the armed guard waved her past the security gate, she was bemused by her own observation that while she was wearing a photo id around her neck to document her station in life her latest thrall, carl, would be wearing nothing but a collar and leash to proclaim his fall from grace at her hands. * * * It had been three weeks since carl's propensity for enslavement had been elicited and recorded on Chloe's sofa. He had immediately been arrested and spirited off to the holding facility. It was easy to distinguish the staff from the patients. The staff wore clothing and the patients walked the halls naked. Many wore collars and were led by leash by their trainers. The drugs administered to him seemed to corrode his memory while at the same time bolstering his libido and obscuring any inhibitions he may have brought with him into this captivity. Used and abused in front of the staff and other patients he was at first consumed with embarrassment and then shocked to realize his embarrassment was gradually morphing into lewd arousal. He drifted through uncounted days languishing in group therapy sessions where no one's secrets were safe from the prying interrogation of sadistic therapists wearing alluring perfumes and authoritarian business attire. carl found it increasingly difficult to remember the details of his life before coming here. Every time he was masturbated or otherwise humiliated by one of the trainers in front of hundreds of thousands of internet viewers, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only, his desire to be with Chloe on any basis she would have him. He was obsessed by her cold beauty and contempt for him. He felt a karmic connection to her, and he knew that if that connection was ever severed, he would be dead to the life ahead of him. And then she appeared before him like a feverish, hallucinatory vision. His heart started to beat wildly as she approached him. His whole being was filled with adoration and longing for her to take him from the depravity of this prison and into the shelter of her arms. "How do you like your new life, carl?" she asked, smirking at his straining erection. As she took the chair in front of him, he kneeled as if by instinct and began kissing her stiletto heels. "I see your trainers teach you well," she said as she lifted her heel high enough for him to take the largest part of into his mouth. "Just think about it, carl," she sneered with derision, "if only you and I had met under different circumstances and you had the testicular fortitude not to cave in to your filthy submissive thoughts, just imagine how different things could have been between us today. "You would have still been a man, quite possibly my man, retaining the legal capacity to make love to me like real men do, instead of becoming the dog that I must now walk on a leash." As he kissed her ankles and sucked on her toes, she gently put her lips to his dog collar, inhaling the leather aroma of his servitude, giving him gentle kisses on the cheek, whispering in his ear what a fine slave he was going to make. "There's one thing my profession has taught me," Chloe told him, "and that is that a man's worst enemy is his own ignorance regarding the latent cravings inside him. "You were foolish enough to trust me to know you better than you knew yourself. "Your inability to curb your urges gave me no choice but to entrap you and enslave you. I have no choice about being a slaver just like you apparently have no choice about being a slave." carl was adrift and lost in his confusion. He could not wrap his head around all the emotions he had come to experience since being forcibly taken to this place. He loved Chloe, no he was in love with her. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman. He needed her to humiliate him in every way and use him up. He needed to be conquered and consumed. "Mistress, Chloe," he trembled. "Could you ever find it in your heart to love a lowly slave such as me?" She gave him the answer he was already trained to anticipate. "An accomplished Slaver such as myself could never stoop to have feelings for a pathetic little worm like you," she sneered, "as this would be an admission of weakness for everyone else to see. "Such an occurrence would upset the whole New Order. "For a Slaver to love a slave would work an abuse on both the Slaver and the slave and undermine the very institution of Slavery. "Besides," shuddered Chloe, "I've known quite a few slavers who foolishly got emotionally involved with their inventory, allowing themselves to be contaminated by slave sperm." "What happened to them?" asked carl. "Once they were found out, they were unceremoniously stripped of their profession and their freedom. They were indentured as sex slave trophies to some of the Senators and Congressman who voted for the Statutes. It was required viewing for us to watch them being humiliated on-line." Having said that, Chloe began to nibble on one of carl's nipples. Her fingers traced circles in his sparse chest hair and then purposefully migrated down his chest to his belly and then inevitably to his painfully hard erection. She smiled at him and said, "From now on your constant nudity shall always be a reminder to you and your handlers that you that can never again be a free man. "You will never again be an equal with your former friends, and acquaintances, and the paying visitors who come to see you in this facility, to taunt you, to laugh at the outcome of your poor choices, and to use your body for their own entertainment and amusement." She smiled at him as her hand found and grabbed his raging erection. "It's time for us to perform for the camera", she said. "We can't disappoint our subscribers. "Who knows, maybe we can find buyer for you in that audience." Gently, she led him by the leash to lie down on a nearby surgical bed surrounded by cameras. He offered up no resistance to the restraints as she secured his wrists and ankles inside the manacles attached to the bed. As he gazed up at her face, it suddenly seemed to him that her features began to soften and become flushed. For a moment here and there he thought he saw something more than mere familiarity aglow in her eyes, something resembling vulnerability. He could sense her hardened nipples as she leaned over to kiss him passionately on the lips. She gave him a warm smile as she felt his body twitch in response to her closed fist sliding up and down his manhood. She gently separated and fondled his testicles with her thumb and index finger while her ring finger discovered and massaged the nerve endings in his perineum. Occasionally a nail playfully toyed with his anus. This is what Chloe did best. Reduce her men, and there were many, into expressing their most basic and venal sexual needs in front of the camera, in front of the audience, in front of friends, in front of former co-workers who knew them when they were still free men with jobs and futures to look forward to. Every man who had the misfortune of coming into her life ultimately learned his place in the New Order. She was the siren who successfully pulled herself up on the downfall of the men who lacked the will to resist her. She found her religion in knowing that the exchange of power she conjured was always final and inescapable. Once a thrall, always a thrall. He had revealed himself to her at their first encounter and now she had him relive his humiliation by describing to the audience what it was like when she first stroked his cock on the night they met. "Such a nice cock," she cooed for the cameras. "Too bad you lacked the strength to hold on to your manhood and your freedom. Tsk tsk, such a waste. "Look at you, naked, collared, restrained to this bed, on display for an appreciative audience. "Do you like how I jerk off your cock? "Do you like being milked by powerful women? "Can you feel my power over you growing as my hand moves up your shaft? "Can you feel your own power diminishing every time my hand moves down your shaft? "Every orgasm you share with me, carl, is like a drug induced high. "You know it's wrong for you to be here with me like this but you just can't resist the sweet sensations, can you? "You realize, of course, that with every orgasm you give me, I am extracting whatever residue of free will you have left. "You're already too weak to be a man. You're already too weak to have self-respect or a life of your own. You're just an animal, carl. "And when you eventually get too old to interest an owner, I'll be driving past you on the interstate as you're working on a road crew laying asphalt in the hot sun, chained ankle to ankle to other naked slaves." Carl moaned softly as she played with his genitals. He softly rattled his chains as she brought him closer to his climax. He could imagine women in the audience laughing at the spectacle of him being displayed like this. The first time he allowed her to do this was one time too many. And now in the twilight of the rest of his life, he would never get enough of her ministrations. "Slave," she whispered, "could you handle watching a real man make love to me? "Can you imagine me offering my body to a real man with a real cock. Wouldn't you find that exciting, slave? "How would you feel seeing me give to a free man what you as a slave can never have?" She was relentless. Arching his hips, carl let out a deep groan as his treacherous masturbatrix pumped him harder and faster. He moaned as he felt his toes begin to curl up on him. "Go ahead, carl. "Let the whole world see you come. Show them how vile your dirty little needs really are." He was trying to find within the last shred of resistance but it was no use. His body was going to betray him just as she had betrayed him. There was nothing he could do but accept the role she had chosen for him. She smiled at him as his fading willpower surrendered to his imminent release. He could feel his orgasm summoning itself from somewhere deep beneath his loins. She praised him as he began spurting copious amounts of semen all over her hands and her blouse. His happy ending was greeted by polite applause from the camera technicians milling around. The video would be a commercial success. While he was in afterglow, she lay down beside him, stroking his chest and kissing him. He wanted to put his arms around her but the restraints kept both his arms locked in place. His nudity felt so right lying next to her fully clothed. He had waited a lifetime for this moment. Her nails lazily played with his spent penis contented in her pride of ownership. She ordered him to lick the globules of his cum off her blouse. Ever so softly, she whispered beyond the earshot of the cameras, "I'm going to find a way to take you home so you can watch me make love to another man." * * * * I would greatly appreciate your votes, criticisms, and comments! Feel free to contact me. Deputized as a Slaver Ch. 04 Author's note: I dare you to read this. I double dare you to understand it! I triple dare you to leave a comment after you've read this. -Otis * It was the first week of the Fall Semester at the bucolic campus of Rice University. Some 30 graduate students were shuffling into the small lecture hall for the first class of the semester. "Good morning, class. My name is Professor Gary Fleming, and I welcome you to your graduate level course entitled the Dynamics of Asymmetrical Relationships. Everyone please take your seats so we can begin. "As I am sure you are all aware, two years ago, Congress enacted the Slavery Enablement Statutes of 2018. These statutes legitimized the enslavement of a wide swath of the American population, primarily those afflicted with submissive tendencies that could not be kept in check. "Under the law those submissives captured by duly certified slavers forfeit all civil liberties and are retrained to become sexual slaves. The law requires them to sexually service those of us who still have the financial wherewithal to purchase them at market. "With the advent and de facto national legalization of gay marriage, we no longer care about sexual orientation as we did in more puritanical times. Accordingly, those citizens who become conscripted into sexual service can no longer assert a sexual preference one way or the other, as the law sanctions owners buying and being serviced by slaves of either gender. "Also, I would be remiss if I didn't point out that a sizable proportion of those affected by the enforcement of the statutes are reoriented to work in offices and factories performing intellectual and physical labor for employees who are no longer legally bound to pay them wages or benefits after purchasing them at auction. This has proven to be a boon for our monthly unemployment figures and statistical measurement of worker productivity throughout our economy. "Does anyone know what precipitated this momentous legislation?" Professor Fleming looked around the lecture hall, surveying the students he would be instructing throughout the semester. None of them seemed to have a clue as to how to answer his question. They were predominately the lazy and disinterested offspring of rich suburbanites scattered across the few remaining gated communities in Houston. Studying his students, he made a mental note regarding one or two prospective 'candidates' whom he would likely groom for a more 'transformative experience' lasting long beyond the current semester. "Well, let me explain what led up to the enactment of the statutes," explained the professor. "It seems that capitalism as we know it finally failed somewhere between 2015 and 2018. "Up to that point in time the Federal government ran massive national deficits year after year culminating in a National Debt upwards towards $45 trillion. "Somewhere around this time the American economy reached a fateful tipping point. The policy makers in Washington realized that they could no longer afford to continue any form of quantitative easing. The Federal Reserve could no longer pump the $100 to $150 billion into the economy each and every month to keep up liquidity and keep interest rates artificially low enough to finance expansion. "When the monthly injections of liquidity stopped, interest rates started to uptick sharply and the stock market crashed wiping out the life savings of much of the middle class. "At the same time austerity policies instituted by the President acting in concert with Congressional committees immediately proved to be catastrophic as unemployment began to surge upwards towards 24% or higher for many demographic groups which in turn triggered a tsunami of foreclosures and bankruptcies. "If that wasn't bad enough the pot boiled over for those who were cut off from the various and sundry entitlement benefits they had grown accustomed to. Flash mobs took to the streets and occupied government buildings, demanding a 'restoration' of social justice. "So, my dear students, you may now be asking yourselves what this has to do with the re-institution of slavery in America. Well, as they used to say, necessity is indeed the mother of invention. "In our twenty first century world, social justice has been the operative phrase. It would be an abuse global in magnitude not to redistribute the wealth of those who participated and benefited from the inequities of the system when it was seemingly working. "The policy makers in Washington realized that the crisis could be somewhat ameliorated by actually monetizing segments of individuals in society at large. "Now class, can anyone tell me what it means to monetize an individual? Does anyone know what the word 'monetize' means?" The professor looked around the class but saw no hands being raised. "Let me explain this concept. In matters of finance, to monetize is to convert an asset or even a debt into money or a stream of revenue. "As an example, the Federal Reserve has for a very long time monetized the national debt created by deficit spending by purchasing Treasury Bills with fiat or imaginary money, thereby increasing the money supply available to households and businesses at least on paper. "Leading up to the Economic Collapse it was probably true that the currency in circulation i.e., the money we all used to pay down car notes and mortgages was just as much a certificate of indebtedness as it was an instrument of legal tender. "In other words, we were all using the US dollar as a medium of exchange when it was actually a medium of debt. This situation is analogous to a swimmer trying to breath through his mouth under water. "And this, class, is what precipitated what we now call the great Economic Collapse. "But I digress, class." "With the advent of the Collapse, Congress promulgated the Enabling Statutes in order to provide for the orderly monetization of those psychologically marginal male and female defectives grazing freely in our society, removing them from the job rolls, removing them from the unemployment rolls, and at the same time, generating revenues from the sale and purchase of slaves at officially sanctioned auctions. "Enslaving those who were no longer worthy to function among us was a brilliant and elegant solution to effectively address the collapse of the U.S. economy. We no longer had to provide them government services or benefits or even wages. "Those still wealthy enough to frequent the auctions single-handedly jump-started an otherwise moribund economy by spending their hard currency on slaves who were trained to satisfy an owner's every sexual need. The economic stimulus derived from the slave auctions was a welcome private sector substitute for the discontinued injections of Quantitative Easing by the Federal Reserve." At this point in his well-practiced introductory lecture, Professor Fleming shifted his attention to ethics. "Class, I'm going to need a show of hands here. Is there anyone in this class who seriously believes that in this day and age it is inhumane to enslave other people?" Several students raised their hands. "Yes, young lady," the Professor said, pointing to one female student. "Sir, I have a problem denying another human being of their equality," she said. "Why's that, Melissa?" He asked, reading her name tag. "It just doesn't seem right. I was always taught that we were all created equal under the law." "Who else feels the same way?" asked the Professor. Maybe half the hands tentatively went up in agreement. "Very well, class, let me take some time to disabuse you of this notion once and for all. "With the collapse of capitalism as we know it, living in the United States has become a zero sum game. "In other words, in this environment, one get only get ahead at the expense of others. We used to say that a rising tide lifts all boats. But that is certainly no longer true today. "Who's following me here?" Three quarters of the hands went up. "Your parents are paying a pretty penny for you to attend this expensive ivy league university. And those of you who have taken out student loans are going to struggle to pay them off for years to come. "Let me ask you this question, class. Where are you ever going to find your first, second or third job, if those deemed unworthy or morally defective remain in their jobs with impunity? How else would you be able to 'monetize' the expense of your higher education? How do you expect to climb up the ladder when the unworthy and unfit are hogging up the higher rungs above you? "Is there anyone here who still feels that slavery is wrong or inhumane?" At this point in the lecture, no one raised their hand. "Are we all ok with the new laws and their application?" "Yes, professor!" they replied in unison. By the end of the semester, Professor Fleming would be preaching to the choir. ***** "The submissive personality," Professor Fleming continued, "not only presents us with a clinical cornucopia of emotional, moral and social deficits but offers our society at large the most obvious and practical targets for enslavement. "As a matter of principle, there is nothing unethical or inhumane about enslaving the submissive man or woman. They have always been and always will be hiding among us. Their psychological makeup renders them something less than fully human, and their latent cravings, once unleashed, drives them to passionately and compulsively service those fortunate enough to assume a dominant role in their life. "As I'm sure you know, the NSA and other domestic anti-terrorism agencies have for a long-time been conducting warrantless surveillance of all telephone, email and internet traffic occurring in the United States. Through sophisticated analysis of metadata, our government agencies not only guarantee our national security but have been able to create a digital dragnet to identify and locate the whereabouts of likely submissives we can now apprehend. Cutting edge cyber-forensics have enabled our intelligence agencies to assemble and analyze vast amounts of ordinary people's data, including details of their love-lives, their sexual and political propensities, which web sites they frequent, their financial transactions, even which movies they've purchased tickets on-line to see. "Class, with the training you will receive in this graduate program, each of you will learn to discern and recognize how the submissive subject stands apart from his or her normal colleagues and coworkers in everyday social interactions. "At the heart of what separates the submissive from the rest of us is their obvious need to suppress the constant craving for that consensual exchange of power which they find irresistibly erotic and addictive. "It requires an enormous amount of psychic energy for any subject to keep this dangerous sort of kink under wraps, and the vast majority of those so afflicted will slip and succumb to enslavement in the end. "Just as sexual orientation is hopelessly impossible to change or alter by way of therapeutic intervention, the same can be said of the submissive's slavish orientation even though it will inevitably lead him into a lifetime of humiliation and social disgrace. "Much of the research literature has concluded that it would be unethical and inhumane to even try to disengage the submissive from his erotic attachment to those kinks which must ultimately enslave him. "A submissive's embrace of his or her slavery is consummated by the initial act of accepting the humiliation, the degradation, and the powerlessness of surrendering to dominance and authority. The psychological marker common to all submissives who must necessarily become slaves is the erotic charge that is at once addicting and inescapable. "It is that inevitable first act of submission which is the trigger for all submissives; it is a life-changing and irreversible psychological event. That which the thrall gives to the dominant can never be taken back. "Class, the submissives you will study during this semester all have a deep seated need to be owned by another human being, a master or a mistress. To deny them the gratification of that craving would be cruel and abusive, dispossessing them of the joy they alone are uniquely hardwired to receive. "Most submissives who are careless enough to get ensnared by their own weakness would have been relieved if they could have merely surrendered themselves for an encounter or two without forfeiting their legal freedom. But there are legal and psychological issues, making it impossible and highly impractical for the State not to enslave them for the remainder of their lives. "For a submissive personality to fully and completely self-actualize they must be completely owned by another, and they must surrender the identity they had heretofore constructed for themselves while they were allowed to live free among free people. "They must stand before the world, before one and all, stark naked and devoid of self-made identity. The submissive must accept and give full expression to the identity given to them by their owner just as they must accept the collar and the leash. "Secondly, as I have stated at the beginning of this lecture, the economy can no longer support anyone other than the strongest and the most self-reliant. We no longer have the collective resources to support the weak minded, the weak willed, who would be much happier servicing the rest of us anyway. "Enslaving those who are demonstrably inferior to us provides a steady source of revenue in the form of proceeds from auction sales, liquidation of slave assets, imposition of taxes, and periodic collection of miscellaneous fees. And this does not take into account the increased opportunities for well educated young adults like your selves to find gainful employment in the job slots vacated by those pathetic enough to be inducted into the slave ranks. "With that the Professor fell into a pregnant pause. Looking around the class, he listened to the stillness of the small lecture hall, gently punctuated by the occasional muffled cough here and there." ***** "Class, we have twenty minutes remaining for this the first lecture of the semester. "One of the features of instruction that I have scheduled for every lecture is to have a slave brought before you for your observation and cross-examination. "I believe that if you have the repeated opportunity to view and question a slave up close and personally, you will better understand the etiology and unique needs of submissives. It is my hope that these regular encounters will also teach you effective methods for training and supervising the submissive slave personality." As on cue, a law enforcement officer entered the lecture hall walking a beautifully nude dish water blond woman by a chain leash down to the stage. She was about twenty-seven years of age, five foot seven, possessed of hour-glass figure, and inspiring 38 C inch breasts. The Professor's students could not help but stare at her neatly trimmed black bush. Other than the standard white high heel shoes, she wore nothing but a silver collar around her neck, with a metal chain clipped to it and silver shackles around her feet matching her collar. Initially, the young woman stared down at her feet as if she was ashamed to be so naked in front of so many strangers. For most of the students in the class, this was the first time they saw a naked adult exhibited in a public setting. It was evident that she had been quite a looker as a bleached blonde. "Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Sharon. Sharon no longer has a last name. It was confiscated by the State. Not all that long ago she was a student here at Rice just like you. It is highly likely she sat and took notes in this lecture hall just like you are doing now. "Sharon graduated cum laude and furthered her studies at the University of Houston Law School. When she graduated she practiced criminal defense law in the District Courts of Harris County, representing criminal indigents. Sharon garnered a lot of respect and admiration in the eyes of her close friends and colleagues, but deep down she was quite aware that she was harboring a terrible dark secret that was gnawing at her all the time. She had depraved needs and urges that her profession would not allow and her psyche could not deny. "At this point I'll let the subject tell you her story and then you can ask her questions of your own." The Professor stuck his fingers into the back of her collar and guided her onto a raised table facing the students. The naked barrister kneeled on the table, spreading her legs exposing her labia to her rapt audience. "Thank you, Professor, for allowing me the opportunity to share with your students what it's like to be a slave. "When i was practicing law i was never comfortable with the power i was given to shape the future of my impoverished clients who were being brought into court in chains. While i was so aggressively protecting their rights, i began to realize how obscenely turned on i was by the very concepts of slavery and confinement, of being wrongfully incarcerated myself. i gradually began to fantasize about being owned and being at the mercy of other people's desires. "My fascination with these thoughts increasingly turned to horror. i felt a tremendous amount of guilt, you know. i didn't go to law school just to embrace the concept of people owning people. My growing obsession was incompatible with my professional life. But there it was. "One night i was attending a cocktail party consisting of other lawyers and judges from the Courthouse. i must have had too much to drink. There i was sitting on a sofa with a judge i regularly practiced in front of. The alcohol must have relaxed my inhibitions and i made the fatal mistake of confiding these feelings to him. "At first he seemed supportive and protective, gently prodding me to share my dangerous confession with him in its entirety. As the night progressed, he put one of his hands beneath my bra and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. As we both became more and more aroused he slipped his fingers into my panties and brought me to orgasm in front of my friends in attendance. i knew it was wrong but my shameless hunger rendered me powerless to stop it. "i woke up very much disoriented the next morning in his bed, naked and handcuffed to the bed posts. He was savagely telling me what a slut i was! What a disgrace to our profession i was! "At first I was abjectly horrified that he had exposed me for what i was. But my horror quickly softened to relief with the realization that i would no longer have to hide my darkest secrets from the rest of the world. "Soon after he made the phone call, they came to pick me up and transported me to the detention center. "In due course, i was summarily disbarred and sold at auction to an older male criminal defense attorney who had on occasion mentored me over coffee. "And now i go to schools, and colleges, and offices to tell my story so that other people won't make the same mistakes i've made with my life." "Anyone have any questions for our 'guest' today?" asked the Professor as he looked at his watch. The professor admonished Melissa as she raised her hand to ask a question. "Melissa, this is a slave, she is no longer an equal of yours. She does not deserve the respect of you raising your hand to ask her a question. Just ask the question, please!" "Sorry, Professor. Sharon, can you tell us what has changed most in your life since you've been enslaved?" "Well, i have to admit that it is a real weight off my shoulders no longer having to live the double life that was torturing me when i was an attorney. Deputized as a Slaver Ch. 04 "It has been undeniably arousing for me to give up control over my life and to allow other people to make all the decisions for me. "i have never felt more alive than when i am being humiliated in public. "But most of all, my slavery experiences have taught me that i will always retain one last choice in my life. i can either choose to feel overwhelmed by the guilt that accompanies being exhibited in public or I can allow myself the freedom to enjoy the unrestricted display of my arousal. This is something i still struggle with all the time, but i'm here to tell you that my existence never feels 'more right' than when i choose the latter." The classroom erupted into soft applause. One of the young men in the class shouted out a question. "What is the most deeply humiliating experience you've had since your enslavement?" "i think the hardest thing for me is being dragged naked, collared, and shackled into the courthouse elevators in front of all those people who used to work alongside me. " i used to enter the courthouse every morning as an advocate for the disadvantaged and now i'm being taken there by my Master to orally service several of the judges i used to argue cases in front of. "Sometimes, as it's happening, i disassociate and it seems like it's happening to someone else other than me. And then there are those times when i realize that i must truly be the slut everyone says i am and that this is what i deserve! "Several months ago one of the local television stations produced a video of me getting on my knees in my splendid nudity and scrubbing out the toilets with a wire brush in one of the men's rooms located in the courthouse. The video is entitled, 'How Far the Mighty Have Fallen' and is regularly televised on weekends. That is a source of deep humiliation for me." One of the young women in the class shouted out her question: "slave, do you have any plans for the future?" "Being a slave, i am forbidden from having any possessions whatsoever. As part of my slave training i have been taught to renounce any concept of future. You might say my descent into slavery has conditioned me to live only in the present with no regard for what was once behind me or what might loom ahead for me. Another student shouted out, "What do you presently enjoy most about being a slave?" "i know i am the lucky one in my relationship with Master just because He has seized ownership of my heart, soul, and sexuality. He understands me and accepts me despite my weaknesses. "When we have company over, Master tugs on my leash and makes me drink out of a dog's water bowl on the floor as an entertaining display of subservience for His guests. Even though i have been reduced to a sexual object i am very grateful that Master still allows me to participate in the frequent intellectual discussions between Himself and His house-guests. "Sometimes He tells me He's going to buy another female slave, another fallen and enslaved professional woman, to keep me company while I am home alone during the day. He teases me with the prospects of having a ménage à trois relationship. That would be something to look forward to. "But in the final analysis i guess the answer to your question is that my slavery has freed me up to embrace any and all emotional and sexual experiences Master and the other dominants in my life direct me to have." Professor Fleming looked again at his watch. It was already time to dismiss this morning's class. In addition to next week's lecture, he would exhibit one of the slaves he had personally trained. He was looking forward to seeing how this new semester would unfold. * * * * I would greatly appreciate your votes, criticisms, and comments! Feel free to contact me.