2017-09-13 - spike - The New Shop 10

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 10
Date: 13 September 2017

And thanks go again to submdj...
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Chapter 10
Again, we stood in the control room. We’d been down to the wet room to disconnect their tubes, reapply their cores and put their chastity back on. A few had started to bend, twist and shake when those went on.

One had even leant too far and ended up leaning against the wall with its head when it toppled forward. We left it like that.

Stinky had already been shoved in the lift and then directed to its cage. Oh, it’d resisted in the same way the others had, but it quickly learned not to.

Now it was time to put them back in their cages. All sharing the same cell this time, cell one, corridor one.

M flicked the switch releasing the first slave from its immobility. “Go to the mirror at the far end of the room. Admire your new slave body. Stroke it. Caress it. Learn to love it because it’s with you for the rest of your life.”

It emerged from the cubicle, looked around, saw the mirror and the door, took a step towards the door and froze, then it turned and walked towards the mirror, then ran towards the mirror.

Its hands shot up to its head in shock. It tried tearing the suit off. Wrenching the goggles off. It yanked at the chain in desperation. Nothing budged more than an inch. It collapsed to its knees and began to shake, then curled up into the fetal position as its shoulders shook with what I could only assume were uncontrollable sobs.

M gave it five minutes in this state before speaking again.

“That’s enough of that. You can wallow in self pity just as easily in your cage. Go to the door, press the panel, go to cell one, press that panel and climb into cage two. Slam the door behind you. You will be summoned when needed.”

It just lay there, sobbing.

“Slave, you will obey. Go to the door. You have thirty seconds to comply.”

Slowly, it crawled to its feet and walked dejectedly back to the door, pressed the panel and walked to the end of the corridor. It entered the cell, clambered into its cage and slammed the door behind it.

“Good. Very good. We’ll have you following orders without question in no time. Then the fun can begin.”

It looked up in what appeared to be shock.

The next one, the one that’d flipped off the camera went to the mirror without question too but it seemed to be looking around, trying to locate something.

“What are you looking for, slave?”

It froze. Again, it looked around, this time spotting the camera.

“I warn you now, if you flip us off again, you will receive punishment. Now. Mime, what are you looking for?”

Its shoulders sagged. It put its hands to its mouth and flung them wide. Then did the crab claw snapping gesture.

“Oh, don’t waste your time. There are no loudspeakers. I’m speaking directly into your head and you’ll never be free of it. Mirror. Now.”

It stiffened, its shoulders sagged and it walked over to the mirror. It froze for a moment and then studied itself. It gripped its chastity in discomfort. Then it felt itself, started caressing itself.

“Being a slave isn’t all bad, as you can feel now. And if you obey without question there’s a lot more pleasure to be had. Disobey and you will suffer though. Now go to the door, press the panel, go to cell one, climb into cage four and get some rest. Close the cage behind you.”

It nodded and did as it was told first time.

The next one reacted in a similar way to the first. Then it was the shoplifter’s turn.

It didn’t just stand in front of the mirror. It posed. It turned around trying to catch every detail. It started to stroke itself and then, without even a prompt, it dropped to its knees put its hands behind its back and looked down. The perfect submissive kneeling pose.

“Very good, slave. So you submit to us? Fully? Without question?”

It nodded.

“No matter what we do to you or command you to do?”

It nodded again.

“Door, cell one, cage six. Go.”

It went.

“Looks like we’ll have to let them have their say later. Especially that one.”

“Yes, sir. Now for the fun bit. Sleepy didn’t react well to being told what to do last night did it, sir?”

M’s shoulders shook. “Oh god. Pounding on the doors, what did it think that would achieve? Right then. Oh. Take this. I’ll train you in its use today.” He handed me a fob.

“Won’t I be in the case today, sir?”

“Master Q gave both of us a week off once your arse was settled, remember. It has now so we can have some fun. And we can have more fun with them, too.”

“Oh fucking hell, so he did! So what next? Workout? I could do with one.”

“Good idea. Then you can whip me. I did threaten you with that and we didn’t get around to it yesterday because of them. But first, that one.”

Again, the figure unfroze and M issued the command to go to the mirror.

It went there immediately but when it saw itself, it didn’t try to attack its suit. It attacked the mirror. It slammed into it several times and when it realised it wasn’t having any effect, it ran over to the nearest cubicle and tried to wrench the door off its hinges.

M flipped a switch and the figure froze in place, hands still gripping the edge of the door.

“As you seem unwilling to cooperate, I think we’ll leave you like that for the rest of the day. You won’t see, hear or be able to move an inch. Twelve hours total isolation.”

He selected something on his fob again and put it in his jeans pocket.

“What did you do, sir?”

“Blackened its goggles and switched the earplugs to total noise cancellation mode. Even if I select all now, it won’t hear anything. Sensory deprivation. The only things it’ll feel and hear now are the aches and pains associated with the position it’s in and its own heartbeat.”
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Oh my god, did I need that workout. Really blew the cobwebs out. I again began to see my enslavement as a good thing. More each time something good happened. I think I’d at that point accepted it. Not only that, but started to embrace it.

We went down to B3 and before I strung him up, he fiddled with his armband, removed it and put it to one side out of danger of being hit by a stray lash.

Immediately, a very sultry voice spoke in my ears. “I’ve been a bad girl. Punish me you big boy.”

I stared at M and began to chuckle. “You weren’t kidding when you said it was sexy, sir.”

“Think you can use that to get over there being a man in this suit?”

“Can’t hurt to try, sir. Where do you want to be strung up?”

“Those chains there, they’re connected to a winch at the side. I’ve been through the area, familiarised myself with everything. Put spreader bars on my wrists and ankles, connect the chain to the centre, winch me up and attach the ankles to the anchor points to prevent swinging.”

“OK then.”

He was stretched immobile in minutes and I went to the side to fetch a whip. There was a wide selection too. I picked a standard leather one, gave it a sample crack and sighed. No sound, of course. That might actually make it more difficult.

“Oooh, whip me you bad man.”

I chuckled again. He’d obviously set some kind of delay and a list of phrases.

I began. At the next sound of the voice I did feel a stirring downstairs. It really was a sultry voice. Very sexy.

I’m not sure how many struck with full force because of the lack of sound, but I got some suitable spasms from M. I lowered him after what I thought was twenty and fetched his armband.

The moment he was back on the floor, I undid his restraints and handed his voice back. He strapped it on and tapped. He was still in sexy mode.

“Thanks for that, god you’re good. Now… Your turn.”

“I suppose I should’ve expected it, sir.”

I held my arms out for the spreader and soon, I was stretched taut in the same position.

Then the pain. I’d been whipped before of course. Beth had her chance to top me on more than one occasion and there was usually a whip involved but there was something unsatisfactory. Something lacking and by the end, I knew what it was.

The moment my hands were free, I twiddled.

“Can I ask you something, sir?”

“Go on?”

“When you were being whipped in the old shop, did you prefer it with four or Alpha once you’d got over the need for the voice?”

He paused for a minute, his fingers hanging over the keypad.

“It hadn’t even occurred to me before. We didn’t get much time to play with four but when five took over he learned to enjoy whipping me. I think I preferred it when Alpha did it. Dunno why though.”

I nodded. “I’ll tell you later. Got an idea for Master Q to improve it in here and I think that might be why.”

“Got a surprise for me too, eh? Speaking of which, describe the sensations you feel.”

“What?”

He pointed his fob at me.
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Fuck me! I… seem to be saying that a lot, don’t I, but fuck me anyway. Finding my level was enjoyable enough but then after my wash’n’flush, he reapplied my core and left me there as waves of pleasure swept through my entire being.

I’d never felt anything like it. Sometimes, it crept up on you and then pounced, sometimes, it slowly increased to a crescendo and then went into a sort of sine wave of pleasure, sweeping you away into realms undreamt of. Sometimes it just struck without warning, full force.

I would’ve been on my knees. Fuck that, I would’ve been writhing if it wasn’t for being frozen in place. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted this life to end. I knew then and there this place… This slavery that’d been forced on me… I… I couldn’t even come close to saying how much I owed Master Q for taking me.

Of course, it did come to an end. Whether the universe had ended, recreated itself and got back to the same point in time again in the meantime I’ve got no idea.

I sank to my knees, hands behind my back and again performed the thanking gesture but this time fuck did I mean it. I was Q’s. Totally, and utterly. Mind, body and if such a thing existed, soul.

He owned me in ways I couldn’t even begin to fathom and I wasn’t just happy about that, I was ecstatic.

M knelt beside me as I slowly came back to myself.

“How are you?”

“I… see what you mean about expecting me to do it after that rather than last night now.”

“Told you it was good. And that was only one of the pleasure programs.”

“Fucking hell? You mean there’s more? How often do we get that, sir?”

“I’ve read the guidelines left for Alpha before the shop opened now. Seems he skimmed them but didn’t pay them much heed. A fairly common problem that. Same problem Rex had. When the cells become populated, those slaves who show genuine submission and obedience are granted one hour a day in the recreational facility and one hour a week of that. For exemplary service they can earn more and more recreation on Sunday for everyone.”

“So, that’s what those slot machines gamble away, is it? Cunning.”

“Slot machines?”

“A few of them along the walls of the rec room. Gamble away half an hour of your recreation time for a chance to win various amounts of time back. Similar with pleasure time. Jackpot for recreation was seven days free of duties and full access. Bit like what we have now.”

“Yes. But we’re not totally free of duties. We have six slaves to take care of.”

“True, but that should be fun too. As one of them’s already submitted, should we give him the same?”

“Wait a few days, remember. Their plugs have to settle too y’know.”