She laid naked on a plywood table. A metal band circled herneck. Smaller bands encircled both wrists. A short chain,linking the three, held her wrists behind her head. A heavychain ran down the center of the table. A padlock bound hercollar to the chain. The room was too dark to see anything, butshe heard the gentle breathing of her sisters. "Yes," thoughtthe 36 year old brunette, "I made the right choice," as shedrifted off to sleep.
Three days ago Susan was a senior vice-president of a majorWall Street firm. She had prestige and personal wealth. Therewas no end of men interested in her. Susan had dated some, whenit helped her career. A few could help her enough for her to bedthem.
Despite all of her success, Susan was empty and bone tired. She was tired of creating multimillion dollar transactions, ofbeing a driving, dominating woman in the business world, ofchoosing her dates based on business considerations. She wastired of having to make decisions on every aspect of her life. Last year, after a Mediterranean vacation, Susan decided tochange her life.
After having heard vague rumors of the Society for severalyears, she started tracking these rumors in the corridors ofwealth and power she walked. Nine months ago, she sent out atentative feeler.
Seven months ago, a wax sealed envelope was slipped underher door. A strange design was impressed into the wax. Thehandwritten script inside said she had an appointment atInternational Import and Export Associates. The notice wassigned "THE SOCIETY."
She kept the appointment with a mixture of hope andskepticism. An attractive brunette receptionist administeredhours of psychological tests. Then she was interviewed by ayoung man, who never identified himself. He questioned her indetail about every aspect of her life: business, educational,social and sexual. Susan left nine hours later, with the feelingthat every part of her psyche was discovered and probed.
When weeks and then months went by, Susan began thinking shemade a mistake. Last month another letter came under the sameseal. The next day, she gave her 30 days notice.
When she got home that evening, she found her mailbox empty.A little surprised at this, she went into her condo and found itstripped. In shocked disbelief she wandered from room to room. Every cabinet and closet was open and empty. Wires with coloredplastic caps stuck out of the walls and ceilings where once therewere light fixtures, outlets and switches. Cheap shades coveredthe windows.
In the master bedroom, an old mattress lay on the floor. Atits head was a tape deck with a pair of headphones. By the farwall was a closed streamer trunk with a wax sealed envelope ontop.
With trembling hands, she opened the envelope. A hotel keyfell out. The letter simply stated that if she had changed hermind, she was to use the hotel key and everything would bereturned. Otherwise, she was to follow the instructions on thenext page.
For several minutes, Susan's heart raced and her mindchurned as she stared at the instruction page. Then she loweredher hand, closed her eyes and breathed deeply and slowly. Nowcalm, she opened her eyes and began taking off her clothes andjewelry, putting them in a neat pile next to the trunk.
She opened the trunk and took out a pair of handcuffs. Turning the metal cuffs over in her hand, she shivered. Thenquickly, before she could change her mind, she put a cuff aroundher right wrist and locked it down. She felt better having madethat commitment and locked the other cuff on the left wrist. Without any further hesitation, she got the legcuffs and lockedthem onto her ankles. She then took the last item out of thetruck: a padlock. Kneeling, she placed all of her belongings inthe trunk and locked it with the padlock. She started to thebathroom, stumbled and shortened her stride to the length ofchain connecting her ankles.
She took a bath with just soap and water using a roughwashcloth. Sitting in the warm water with the metal on herwrists and ankles, she was more relaxed than she had been inyears. She leaned back, eyes half closed, and rubbed the metalagainst her breasts, pressing her legs together tightly. Everynerve in her body felt as if they were being softly caressed. Reluctantly Susan stood when the water cooled and shook off theexcess.
In the bedroom she laid on the floor on her back. Puttingher hands above her head, she started squirming to dry her backon the carpet. Rolling onto her belly she started to dry herfront. Her nipples hardened under the friction. Her breathshortened. All of the sensations she felt in the tubintensified. She tried to rub her sex against the carpet, butthe chain was too short. Flushed and panting, she cried infrustration and rose to her knees, furiously rubbing her sex withher right hand.
She was hot. Hotter than she had ever been. She tried toreach her breasts with her left hand, but the cuffs held herback. With a grunt she threw her shoulders to the floor, andground her breasts into the carpet.
For an eternity Susan stayed there. Legs straining againstthe chains. Hips in the air, moving frantically as she groundher breasts against the floor and drove her hand into her sex. Her breath came in gasps. Her face flushed and contorted withstrain, she was the sexual animal she never had allowed herselfto be. With a scream, she went over the edge and collapsed.
Some time later, Susan stirred. On legs were too weak towalk, she crawled to the kitchen. Pulling herself up with herhands, she got the single microwave dinner from the freezer andput it in the microwave. While it heated, she greedily drankwater from her hands She ate with her fingers, sitting on thekitchen floor.
Feeling somewhat stronger after eating, but drained andtired Susan crawled back to the bedroom. She put on theheadphones, turned on the tape deck and stretched out on themattress. She smiled when she recognized Brahms. As she driftedoff to sleep, she did not notice her hands sliding back to hercrotch. Nor did she detect the subliminal messages on the tapetelling her "OBEY SLAVE."
Years of habit woke Susan at 6 a.m., her hands stillgrasping herself. She headed for the bathroom to relieveherself. Halfway across the room, she realized with a start thatshe was crawling on her hands and knees. She flushed withembarrassment, but did not get up.
Crawling back to the bedroom, she saw clothes hanging inthe closet. Someone had entered the bedroom while she slept andleft a single set of clothes in the closet! The suit and blouse was one of regular business suits. Thelingerie was not. Susan had never worn lingerie like thisbefore, let alone even consider wearing it to work. Rather thanpantyhose, there was a very lacy white garter belt and whitehose. The bra was a sanity, lace demicup. The panty was made ofthe same material, but was the smallest piece of material shecould imagine.
Very reluctantly, Susan unlocked the cuffs and put them andthe key in the bag. After putting on the lingerie, she looked atherself in the mirror. Susan felt more exposed than when she wasnaked.
After dressing, Susan went to the kitchen and discovered theremains from her previous meal were gone. A thermos of coffeesat on the counter. She finished that and went to work with alighter step.
Susan's weekdays continued in this pattern. Every eveningthere was another wax sealed envelope on top of the trunk with akey to the same hotel room and an offer to change her mind. Susan willingly chose to lock her clothes in the trunk and lockherself in chains. In fact, as the month progressed, she foundit harder and harder to concentrate on her work. She often foundherself daydreaming of the evening when she would be on thebedroom carpet, damp from her bath and lust. The coldcalculating businesswoman was becoming a sex addict.
The weekends were different. Saturday mornings her hair andnails were done. In the afternoons she had medical or dentalexams. Sundays, she was given a list of convenience stores andfast food restaurants in the area and instructed to be at each ata specific time and make a specific purchase. All the purchaseswere minor like a cup of coffee or package of gum. She was notto consume any of them, but to put them on her kitchen counter. Although confused, she followed instructions.
On her last day at work, she left the office in time to stopat her bank. She withdrew all of the money in her savings andchecking accounts, walking out with a cashier check for $150,000. She immediately drove to International Import and ExportAssociates.
"Good afternoon Ms. Hillman, we've been expecting you." The same blonde receptionist smiled pleasantly and seated Susanin the chair next to her desk. "Do you have some papers for us?"
Susan handed the blonde an envelope from her purse. Thereceptionist then had her endorse the cashiers check and sign thetitle to her car. In the next several minutes, Susan signed adeed for her condo, transferred control of her brokerage andmoney market accounts, and signed a complete power of attorney.
When the last of these papers were back in the folder, thereceptionist said, "There is just one more to sign, but I can'thelp you with that. If you'll just wait here a minute."
She left with the folder and returned with a box, which sheplaced on her desk. "Please take off your clothes and put themin this box."
Susan hesitated a moment until she heard the blonde lockingthe door to the suite. Once she had stripped, the receptionisttook naked woman's hands and placed them behind her neck,interlocking the fingers. She tilted her head down until Susanwas looking at the floor a couple of feet in front of her. Shepushed the brunette's legs apart until her feet were about a footand a half apart.
"Remember, unless you are told otherwise, always keep yourhands behind your head and look down. If you are standing, keepyour feet spread like this. If you are sitting, spread yourknees this far."
To Susan's surprise, the blonde then stripped. Two inchmetal bands circled her neck and wrist. The design of the waxseal Susan had seen so often was tattooed on the woman's leftbreast. A small metal disk hung from a short chain attached to aring in her vaginal lip. Smiling, the naked receptionist huggedthe brunette. "We are always naked before Them."
Sensing her concern, she kissed Susan and softly assuredher, "They will enjoy you."
She returned to her desk, took a small ring from a drawerand put it through her nose. With a box of towlettes, sheremoved Susan's makeup and then her own.
Placing her own arms behind her head, the blonde led Susanaround the corner and down a corroder. With her head lowered,Susan stared at "SLUT 523" tattooed on the woman's right cheek. They were joined by a redhead, collared and marked as the blonde. Before opening the inner door, the redhead turned to Susan andsoftly said, "Remember to keep your head down and don't sayanything unless you are given permission to speak."
As the redhead turned to open the door, Susan saw her tattoowas "TITS 56C." The three nude women walked across a thickcarpet with their hands behind their heads to a massive desk.
"Sit down Ms. Hillman," a strong male voice commanded. Susan sat in a rough wooden chair, keeping her hands behind herhead, her head down and remembering to keep her knees spread. The women knelt on either side of her.
"There is one document left for you to sign," the voice saidas a piece of parchment was pushed across the desk to Susan. "Pick it up and read it."
With trembling hands, Susan read the long document entitleda Chattel Deed. She swallowed hard when she saw herself called"property." She blushed while reading she had tits not breasts,an ass not buttocks, and a cunt not a vagina. In great detail,the document detailed the transfer of all her property to theSociety. Included in the list of "property" transferred wereevery part of her body! The Society had the right to permanentlymark its property, use it in any way, loan it, rent it or evensell it. Susan was stripped of every civil and human right. Even her name was taken. Her new designation was "cunt 158." Abit paler, Susan returned the document to the desk and returnedher hands behind her head.
"Have you read it? Speak!"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you understand what this means? You will controlnothing. All your property gone. Your body, even your mind,under the control of other. Speak!"
"Yes, sir," Susan said very softly.
"Do want to change mind? This is your last chance."
Susan sat silently.
"Speak!"
"No, sir. I want to sign it."
"You can't sign it. You no longer have a name." The manslid a small box to the end of the desk. The blonde took asmall, clear glass dish from the box and set it next to thedocument. The brunette sat passively as the redhead pricked herfinger and squeezed blood onto the dish. The blonde guided herin dipping her index finger in the blood and making an "X" on thedocument. The redhead applied lipstick thickly and the blondeguided her head to the document. cunt 158 sealed the document ofher enslavement with her lips.
As the other women gather up the document and left the room,the man walked around the desk and sat at the front. With herhead lowered, cunt 158 could not see above his chest.
"We have several members who are interested in you. By theway, they have already seen you on your Sunday trips. They havealso seen this..."
With a small box in his hand, the man stretched his rightarm to the wall. Following his hand, she saw a television set inthe wall. All color drained from her face as the brunette realized she was the one on the screen, ass swinging in the airas she ground her tits into the carpet and frantically rubbed herclit. Somehow they had taped her evening passions on the bedroomcarpet!
"You certainly enjoy chains. What else? Here," commandedthe male, pointing to a spot in front of him.
With weak legs, the brunette obeyed, standing with her feetapart, hands behind her legs and eyes down. She gasped slightlywhen a hand felt the softness of her thighs. She moaned when hecaressed her right nipple. Her moan deepened when he cruellytwisted the red pebble between his thumb and finger.
The man released the nipple and raised her head. His clearblue eyes looked into her half glazed eyes. She could not returnthe stare. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. Her headsuddenly wiped back, eyes wide open as the man grabbed her sexand drove two fingers into her.
She reacted instinctively, grinding herself on the impalinghand. Waves of pleasure and humiliation swept over her. Herbreath came is gasps. Her eyes closed as she focused entirelyon the hand within her. As she started to peak, it was gone. In astonishment shelooked at the man. With a condescending smile, he dried his handon her face. "Your wet," he said as he turned to leave the room. Before going out the door, he commanded "Stay! Your sister willbe back for you."
Cunt 158 sobbed. She desperately wanted to fuck herself, todrive her fingers deep. She needed to cum, but the command tostay was too strong. She knew she was owned and obeyed herowner. Tears ran continuously down her face and fell onto herbreasts.
She was still standing there, feet wide apart, hands behindher head, sobbing uncontrollably when the blonde returned. Wrapping her arms around the sobbing woman, she gave herstrength. When cunt 158's sobs stopped, her sister kissed awayher tears and cleaned her face.
In another room she was photographed and fingerprinted. TheSociety's seal was tattooed on her right breast and "CUNT 158"was tattooed on her left ass. A heavy, two inch collar waspermanently locked on her neck. There were D rings at the frontand the back of the collar. Smaller metal bands were attached toboth wrists. A length of chain fastened her wrists to the backof the collar as her nose was pierced and a ring inserted. Finally, her cunt lip was pierced and a ring attached. Later afine chain would be attached suspending a metal disk bearing theSociety's seal.
In a break room, a heavy chain was attached to the front ofher collar. The collar ran to the blonde's collar, then to theredhead's collar and to a bolt in the floor. The three naked,bound women knelt in silence until they were fed by hand by oneof the cleaning staff.
When the food was gone, the cleaning man opened his pantsand walked to cunt 158. Without being told, she opened hermouth. Holding her hair, he fucked her mouth. As a free woman,she would never consent to oral sex. In chains, she eagerlysought to swallow all his cum.
They were then chained on the tables for the night. Atfirst the brunette found the heavy chain beneath heruncomfortable. Then she heard the others' chains rattling andtheir soft moaning. Listening in the darkness, cunt 158 realizedher sisters were rubbing against their chains. After severaltries, she manipulated so one of the large links was against herclit. In a few moments her moaning joined that of her sisters. Gradually the moaning subsided, replaced with the soft breathingof sleep. Her last thought before succumbing to sleep was "SLAVEOBEYS". THE END --ÿ