2017-09-12 - spike - The New Shop 9

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 9
Date: 12 September 2017

Chapter 9
We stood in the control room, all dressed in the most threatening leatherman uniforms we could put together. This time, I was wearing boots and I looked (remove next word)bloody good in them.

I sighed. She would’ve really loved me in this. Oh well.

“So, which one’s which, sir? They all look the same to me. Apart from the solitary confinement cell…”

“Cell one, the one who attacked you.”

“I think I’ll call him slasher, sir. For his dog name. I’ll call him sleepy if I ever put him in a dog suit.” I indicated the pacing figure.

He nodded. “And the addict?”

“A little alliteration, sir. Smelly.”

Joel was getting pretty good at reading our fingers. He chuckled. “Oh god, you’ve got no idea. Make that stinky, he really did reek to high heaven.”

“Let’s do this then.” M selected the slaves and tapped away. We all heard what was said.

“Welcome to your new life, slave.”

All five of them froze and started looking around them in terror.

“When the cell unlocks, make your way to the double doors at the end of the corridor, place your hand on the black panel.”

He selected the first slave and unlocked that cage. Again, the figure jumped and then warily clambered out of its prison and stood for the first time in over a day. Then, a realisation. It gripped its cock in alarm.”

“Yes, I know you need a piss. If you follow our commands we will permit it.”

It looked around trying to find the source of the sound and then walked to a corner and began to look even more uncomfortable.

“I said when we permit it! Not when you want it.”

He flicked a switch and the door unlocked, again, a startled jump.

Joel deselected the cell and selected the corridor on the video display.

It crept up to the door and poked its head around looking for any sign of humanity, of course seeing nothing. It started walking towards the single door.

“Double doors. Opposite direction, slave. You have thirty seconds to comply.”

It ignored the voice, got to the single door, placed its hand on the panel and jumped two feet into the air.

“I thought we weren’t going to shock them, sir?”

M deselected the slave. “We didn’t. It shocked itself. It’s a very low setting, just a warning rather than a punishment.” He reselected it.

“You have twenty seconds to comply.”

The shock certainly seemed to have had an impact. It bolted to the double doors.

“Press the panel and walk to cubicle one. Close the door behind you. Then stand to attention. You have thirty seconds to comply.”

It walked to cubicle one, closed the door and stood to attention without any resistance.

M flipped a switch on the desk and the figure froze.

The second was one of M’s. It reacted in a similar way at first but it didn’t seem to be holding its crotch in discomfort, more from embarrassment. It too peeked around the door and started in the wrong direction.

“You have thirty seconds to comply. Go to the double doors, slave.”

It froze in fright, looked around trying to find where the voice was coming from.

“Twenty seconds, slave.”

It spotted a camera and flipped it off, refusing to move an inch.

“Ten seconds, slave. I seriously advise you to comply.”

Still nothing.

M held up his fob, selected something on it and pressed the button.

Now it seemed alarmed.

“One minute to unconsciousness. Four minutes to death. Go to the double doors and air will be restored.”

Now it rushed to the double doors. By the time it got there it seemed to be in serious difficulties. It collapsed to its knees.

M pressed the fob again and it visibly took a few deep breaths.

“Disobedience will not be tolerated, slave. Press the panel, go to cubicle two, close the door behind you and stand to attention.”

Again, after the demonstration of the power we had over it, it did as it was told and M froze it in place.

A similar thing happened with the other two caged slaves.

“Now for sleepy, eleven.”

The solitary confinement cell opened.

This one boldly walked out of the cell and started sprinting towards the single door at the end.

“You have thirty seconds to comply. Double doors, slave.”

It ignored the voice and continued. It pressed its hand on the black panel but didn’t jump. It just shifted uncomfortably and started hammering on the door with its fists.

“You have twenty seconds to comply.”

Utterly ignoring the voice, it continued pounding on the door.

When its time was up, M cut off its air. It looked around in shock.

“One minute to unconsciousness. Four minutes to death. Double doors, now, slave!”

It too started at a run. By the time it was half way down the corridor, it was staggering. Then reduced to a crawl. Just as it looked like it was about to pass out, it touched the double doors and M released its air.

“We own you, slave. Your entire body is controlled by us. You can’t eat without our consent, you can’t see or hear without our consent. You can’t piss unless we permit it and if we wish, we can, as you now know, seal off your airways. You breath when we permit it. We control every aspect of your life now, so get used to it. Now press the black panel, go to cubicle 5, close the door behind you and stand to fucking attention. You have thirty seconds to comply.”

It took almost that long to stagger to its feet. Realising it was running out of time it sprinted to the cubicle, slammed the door shut and stood to attention. Another one frozen.

“Stinky’s going to be interesting.”

“How, sir?”

“I think we can do the same with it. From the upstairs wet room, down to there.”

“Wouldn’t there be a risk of it running to the main door, sir?”

“Good point. We don’t want it to experience that… yet. We’ll manhandle it into the lift and deal with it from there. That can wait until morning though.”

He selected all six slaves.

“Welcome to your life. This is it for you now. A slave. Less than a slave. A voiceless, faceless rubber object and it will never, ever end for you. Until you die of old age at least. The suit you’re undoubtedly fighting against is utterly impossible to remove. The tubing, the plug up your arse, everything. Permanent. Your life from this point on is one of nothing but obedience. There are rewards however but you will only experience those if you bow down to your Masters. If you defy us, you will suffer and trust me on this, you’ve never felt anything like it.”

He deselected the lot again. “Let’s get them cleaned then.”
* * * * *
Dog tag chains permanently added, tubing attached and cleaning cycle activated on all the new slaves, we returned to our cages.

Before we bedded down for the night I prodded M and gestured.

I pointed at the writing on my chest. “I’m already his property. What’s the point of that?”

“Stability, eleven.”

“What?”

“Just because you were his property the moment he took you didn’t mean you’d stay that way. Blanks who don’t perform to his expectations, blanks who are surplus to requirements at the time, ones who prove to be a problem, he sells. With that on your chest, it means you’re his. For life. No uncertainty.”

“Sell?”

“Slave auction. He holds one per year. I think he’s sold about three blanks a year since this started. One blank I heard of even ended up returning to the same auction every year and got handed around several Masters. In the end, Q bought it back and found its experience with all those other Masters made it worth keeping in the end.”

“Fffffuck. I thought of this thing as a curse when I first saw it in the mirror too!”

“A blessing. An honour few receive. Be proud of it. I am. Now give us a cuddle and let’s get some sleep.”

I awoke that morning feeling more relaxed than I had in months. I sighed and lay back on the pillow pondering why this could be? Then two things struck me at once.

I could still feel it up there and I suspect I always will, but the pain was gone. Not even an ache. The other? A release. A loss tension, of responsibility, of all the anxieties my old job had. I no longer cared if they managed to find a new graphic designer to begin work on the front end or if the musical director managed to get his work for the in game tunes completed in time for the deadline. I no longer cared about anything outside this place. It was as if signing those sheets of vellum had freed me.

Was this what Beth had meant when she said submitting to the control of another was the most liberating experience you can have because fuck me, it felt good.

I snuggled up to M again.

He looked at me and even though the light was dim, I could see what he signed.

“Are you OK? You feel different.”

“I’m fine, sir. More than fine. I don’t know why but, I feel like all the tension’s just… poof. Gone. And my ass! No pain now.”

“You surprised me last night, eleven. I wasn’t expecting you to kneel to him so soon.”

“But you said you thought I would within the week.”

“Yes, but I was expecting that to come after the surprise we keep mentioning. Good thing is, now you’ve adjusted to the plug, you can experience it. I’ll warn you now though, there’s something very unpleasant you need to experience too. I think I’ll save that til tomorrow though. Just to make sure.”

“Oh god, what now, sir?”

“Escape protocol, eleven. Every slave has to experience it once so they know never to attempt it or even to go near the places protected by it just because they think it can’t be that bad. It is. It’s a short demonstration and you’ll recover quickly, don’t worry. You’ll avoid the real thing because you’ll know it can last a hell of a lot longer.”

I just nodded, snuggled a little closer and fell asleep again.