2017-10-20 - spike - The New Shop 30

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 30
Date: 20 October 2017

Chapter 30
I assisted of course, guiding customers to what they needed. Allowing them to feel the suit. Getting quite a few excited by the idea of being silenced as I was. Two of them that evening requested the suit and both loved it. One of them even handed over details to Joel before leaving and then the barman arrived.

Joel spotted him first. “Hello! So, how are the vacation plans going?”

“Better than I thought. I only work those three nights a week. The club’s only open weekends and I hadn’t even thought at the time. If I begin my service on Monday, I could give almost three weeks to Master Q. I’ve worked it out on a calendar. Monday start, first Friday actual vacation, second Friday, third Friday is when I return. As long as you released me before, say, seven or eight at night that third Friday you’d have me for nineteen days.”

“So, you don’t work a second job during the week?”

“No need. The three days pays my rent. The rest I get from tips. I’m a very popular bar tender and I won’t have any expenses to worry about when I’m here. I’ve got savings to cover other bills.”

“If you’d like to hang around until we return to the back after closing, you could tell him yourself.”

Then he spotted the dogs. “That one… It… Looks different.”

I walked over, gesturing very slowly. “H.e. i.s. d.i.f.f.e.r.e.n.t. S.a.m.e. s.u.i.t. t.h.o.u.g.h.”

“Different? So, Tyson…”

I pointed at myself and nodded. “M.e.e.t. D.a.s.h.”. I tapped my armband. “Dash, Heal.”

Dash plodded over and stood by my side.

“Sit.”

He sat a little unsteadily.

The barman knelt and started stroking. “How long for you, boy?”

The dog cocked his head. Then shook it.

The barman chuckled. “You don’t know?”

He shook his head.

“And you’re OK with that?”

He nodded and his tail began to wag.

“Oh god, I totally agree with you. I’d love to do that for a week or more after last time.”

I prodded him so he was looking at me. “W.e.l.l. y.o.u.r.e. h.e.r.e. f.o.r. t.h.r.e.e. w.e.e.k.s. I.t. m.i.g.h.t. b.e. p.o.s.s.i.b.l.e. S.h.o.u.l.d. w.a.r.n. y.o.u. t.h.o.u.g.h. G.o.d. i.t. h.u.r.t.s. g.e.t.t.i.n.g. s.t.r.a.i.g.h.t.e.n.e.d. o.u.t. a.g.a.i.n. a.f.t.e.r. 1.0. d.a.y.s.”

“But you’re OK now?”

I nodded. “M.i.g.h.t. t.a.k.e. a. c.o.u.p.l.e. o.f. d.a.y.s. t.o. g.e.t. b.a.c.k. t.o. f.u.l.l. s.t.r.e.n.g.t.h. b.u.t. I.m. b.a.c.k. o.n. m.y. f.e.e.t. s.i.r.”

“Was it worth the pain?”

Oh god did I nod at that one. “I.f. t.h.e. t.a.i.l. w.a.s. s.t.i.l.l. a.t.t.a.c.h.e.d. i.t. w.o.u.l.d.v.e. b.e.e.n. w.a.g.g.i.n.g. a. h.u.r.r.i.c.a.n.e. s.i.r.”

“I can well understand that, too.”

M joined us then. “If you like, you could try out the standard suit, as worn by us until closing. More than welcome and you wouldn’t be the first today.”

“Oh god, really? I’m in. I’d never felt anything like it in the dog. Love to. Something to look forward to then.”

“If you’d care to follow me, sir.”

M led him to the back to be tubed up again.

I looked at the departing figured and leant on the counter. “I wonder if he’ll plug him again too, sir.”

Joel laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past him. We know he can take it now.”

“If he does, M could even take his pleasure levels, sir.”

“Damned good idea. I’ll pass that on… M… Plug him too. Eleven suggested testing his pleasure level. Sure fire way to hook him. Do it out here though. I want to watch.”

M’s voice echoed in my head. “Yes, sir. Totally agree by the way.”

A couple of minutes later, they returned, both looking very similar. Goggled, tubed and even trimmed and sealed. Something most didn’t get, the trimming.

“Now, slave. Tell me by holding your hand up how you feel. If it starts to get painful. Thumbs down.”

He clearly didn’t know what M meant until M pointed the fob at him. He held up one finger.

By the time he got to seven, he had to support himself on the counter. Then, on eight, thumbs down.

“That’s your level then… Seven. Trust me, one hour of that...”

He stepped back, drew a question mark in the air.

“Oh yes. And there are programs in this thing that can use that level to play with your arse in ways you’ve never dreamed of.”

He gripped M in a hug.

“Thought you’d like that.”

He held his thumbs up.

I couldn’t resist asking. “T.e.m.p.t.e.d. y.e.t?”

He held his fingers close together and started spelling something himself. “I. d.o. l.o.v.e. t.h.i.s. b.u.t. I.v.e g.o.t. a. g.o.o.d l.i.f.e. I.d. g.i.v.e. m.y.s.e.l.f. t.o. h.i.m. t.o.n.i.g.h.t. i.f. I. c.o.u.l.d. k.e.e.p. i.t.”

M nodded. “Tell him that. He might lay a claim once your background check’s gone through. There’s more than one type of slave here after all...” M pointed at Joel.

Again, a thumbs up.

At six, a man entered and walked directly to the counter, lifted the flap and stood behind it, removing his back pack. He didn’t say a word. Joel was about to when he held his hand up. He also had a mic headset on.

“This is between me, Q and your new slave’s phone.”

“Ah, right. We know about that, sir. Be our guest.”

“I intend to. Get me a coffee. It’s been a long day.”

Joel nodded and rushed into the back, he was just about to open the door when he called back. “How do you want it?”

“Black, no sugar.”

“Yes, sir.”

He pointed at the barman. “You. Blank. Back to B4. Cage, now.”

The barman looked around confused. He wrote a question mark in the air.

“I said go!”

M started typing. “He’s never been to B4 and he’s not a slave yet, sir.”

“But he’s sealed!”

“Not permanently, sir. Just enough to experience a little. He is going to sign up for a couple of weeks as a slave but his dates aren’t finalised yet so calm down, ease off. We don’t want to frighten him away at this point.”

He looked at the barman. Then at M. His shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. You look like every other blank I’ve seen.”

M’s fingers hovered on the keypad for a few seconds. “When have you…”

“Oh. I’ve been in and around this place unseen for weeks. Making alterations to the sensors, adding microphones, other technical stuff. You’d be surprised how much Q orders to be changed on a regular basis.”

“That makes sense. Reminds me of the time I was in a display case and someone appeared to make alterations to it, adding the socket for the mesh suits.”

“Adding… God, that was years ago!”

“First week there. London. That was you?”

“No. But I heard about it.”

“Anything we should know about this phone update?”

“Can’t hurt to tell you as long as you don’t tell the slave whose phone it is, I suppose. It’ll do what Joel suggested. Record calls and forward them but it’ll do a lot more than that. Every text. Every data communication will pass through Q’s server before being forwarded to the correct location. Every single thing he says, text, app or call. It’ll even send the keys so Q can decrypt them and activate its GPS for a few seconds every hour and report the slave’s location. He won’t notice any differences apart from a small amount of lag.”

M’s shoulders shook a little. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell him. He’s likely to be one of you soon. Well, technically, he already is, but he won’t receive the mark for a while. Q’s testing him right now, making sure he doesn’t lie again.”

He nodded. “I’d never lie to Q. What’s the point? I’m his and god, I’d never want it any other way. That place… Fuck I wish I could visit more often.”

“You… You’ve been?”

“Several times. A lot of training involved in this job. He had the expertise there to teach me everything I needed to know. Major part of his infrastructure, technicians like me.”

“What’s it like?”

“Oh god, you’ve got no idea. Makes this place look… Well… A fuck load better than here, let’s just say that.”

I stared at him. “T.h.i.s. p.l.a.c.e. I.s. f.u.c.k.i.n.g. a.m.a.z.i.n.g!”

He looked at me and chuckled. Then signed back. “Don’t worry, I’m as good at it as the best of them. Yes, I suppose to you, this place is amazing but there… Oh god. And before you ask, no, I’ve got no clue where it is. He’s very secretive about that. No slave knows its location. Even the helicopters spend a lot of their time on autopilot before the human pilot lands it.”

“God, I can’t wait but, it seems Q has other plans for me. I’ll probably be here for years, training new slaves and suggesting software fixes.”

“Don’t worry. If Q says you’ll get to him eventually. You will. He’s never one to break his word.”

I nodded.

“Anyway… Zip it. He’s here.” The techie pointed at the door as Omega entered. “Slave. Phone, now!”

Omega froze. He got out his phone and handed it over, then M led him into the back.

I sniggered. “Oh god, he’s in for a shock.”

The man took a laptop from his bag and began tapping away on it. Then gestured “Why?”

“They’re putting him through an hour on the fuck machine each night to stretch his ass. Every day he leaves with a bigger plug up there. I don’t think he’s even noticed yet. Then, come Friday night it’s into a temp suit, plug and all. I bet by then he won’t even notice that one.”

He plugged the phone into the computer and activated something. The phone lit up in OS upgrade mode. “Well, all I can say, lucky bastard. Q doesn’t allow all his slaves that pleasure. What I wouldn’t give… Unfortunately, I’m considered too important but he has promised me time in one. Hasn’t said when so I just have to keep impressing him with my workload until he deems me worthy of the experience.”

“I’m sure you’ll get one soon. He is a good Master. Everything I’ve heard of him proves that.”

“You’re not wrong there. I don’t get paid but he provides everything I need. My apartment would make the common working man’s eyes boggle. It’s constantly stocked with food. Never want for anything as Q’s property.”

“And in a year or two, Omega will be in the same situation if he isn’t put in a suit.”

He nodded, grinning.

I glanced across at the barman. Staring at our fingers as they twiddled away at each other.

I slowed down. “D.o.n.t w.o.r.r.y. y.o.u.l.l p.i.c.k. I.t. u.p. I.v.e. o.n.l.y. b.e.e.n. a. s.l.a.v.e. f.o.r. t.h.r.e.e. w.e.e.k.s.”

He nodded and made a question mark.

The technician smiled and repeated what he’d said about Q’s place and his apartment.
* * * * *
The rest of the night was just the usual. A few customers more than the first week but nothing spectacular. A lot more interest in the dogs and the suits of course. Then, closing time.

M led the barman back to have the suit and tubing removed and Q called soon after.

“Joel? Who’s this new blank?”

“Blank sir? There is no blank here, sir.”

“But… Who…”

“That’s eleven, sir.”

“Good grief. Really? Eleven, turn.”

I turned, showing off my name.

“Good god, so it is. You’ve changed, you’re much broader around the shoulders and your upper arms… I suppose it makes sense. How are you?”

Joel stood, allowing me to take his place.

“Good, sir. Might be a couple of days before I’m fully back up to speed, but good.”

“Excellent. I was stiff enough after three days, it must’ve been agony for you after ten! And you still want more?”

“Oh god, sir. Yes. If it ever comes to the point where I’m surplus to requirements, please, rather than sell me at auction, I’d gladly become a dog permanently.”

Q almost let out a yelp. “Permanent? God, I wouldn’t wish that on my wo… You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Never been more serious about anything in my life, sir. I love the life of a dog now. I never expected that when you ordered me into it, sir.”

“Well… I seriously can’t imagine a circumstance where your usefulness would decline to that level. I’d never even consider something so extreme even as the most dire punishment but I will bear that in mind. I’ll ask you if it ever comes to that point before ordering it though. Now, after such a long time in the suit, I imagine you have a few suggestions for improvements. First of all, any problems with pressure on the joints?”

“None sir. The arms and legs gripped just the right amount to prevent that. In fact, I think by the end, there was no pressure at all.”

“That does make sense, looking at you. Your arms and legs thickened slightly due to the unusual exercise and forced you further up them. Any suggestions?”

“A couple of things, sir.”

“Go on.”

“The zip, sir. I think it either needs to be moved or replaced, sir. Possibly for dog suits for us, change the design so the suits can be sealed on rather than zipped. For ones sold to the public the zip adds pressure sir. You’re bent forward keeping that zip pressed tightly on your back. Maybe front entry but slightly off centre so it bypasses the cock before going to the locking point at the plug.”

“Sealed?”

“Using the same sealant as the temporary suits, sir. As long as the solvent can remove it. Dogs are stroked on the back and tickled on the belly, sir. If there’s no zip, a better experience for both the pet and the petter and we’re all likely to be in the suit far longer than the public.”

“Yes… Yes, I see your point. Very good. And the other thing?”

“Yes, sir. I had to keep looking back, sir. To see what my tail was up to. Sometimes I had a vague sense of it from movement in the plug, but when the suit’s solid, even that goes away. Some kind of feedback perhaps? Maybe just the slightest of tingles. Varied by the position of the tail. I imagine most real dogs know exactly where their tail is at any given time.”

“Ingenious! That is very clever, thank you, eleven. I’ll pass that onto the engineers immediately after this call.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now, how do you feel… within yourself? You’ve encountered your ex-slave a couple of times now.”

“The first time, a sense of longing sir, but I squashed it. I saw she was coping without me. The second time, a sense of envy at that slave, but I realised then, even if I was her slave, this life’s better. I think my final demons have been exorcised, sir. I realised that night after she’d left I was at peace, sir. Content with the life forced upon me. I’ve found my place in the world and it’s right. Never want it any other way sir.”

“And your feelings towards her?”

“Happy, sir. My tail even reflected that. It no longer went down between my legs when I thought of her, it just continued to wag. Only the thought of being removed from the suit caused the tail to go down after those encounters, sir.”

“Very good. Very good indeed. I wasn’t expecting to do this for several weeks. I thought it’d take that long to shake off the final remnants of your old life. Congratulations, eleven.”

“Do what, sir?”

“I’m elevating you to subhuman. I have remembered what you said. When your hood and new vest are bonded they will allow a switch between blank and gold as requested. M will apply them during your clean tomorrow. I will control when the switch occurs. Don’t expect to be a blank too often though.”

“Really sir? So soon? I was expecting that to be”

“Yes, eleven. Every suggestion, everything you’ve done, you’ve earned it, believe me. It took a lot less to elevate number four to your status. I seem to be holding my slaves to higher standards these days and you’ve exceeded them constantly practically from day one.”

I immediately dropped to the thanking pose.

“Very good. Now, who’s next… Mr Whitman… Please, be seated.”

I stepped to one side and M hugged me. “God, you’re a quick one. Good on you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“No, no. No sir. Only none-suited slaves like Joel and Sarge or masters are sir now. We’re equals.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Well, when you’re not a blank we are anyway.”

I redirected my attention to the computer as the barman sat.

“So, you’ve experienced the suit and the dog suit. Opinions.”

“God sir, I’m yours. I do have one request though.”

“Yes?”

“I’d rather wear a tattoo than a permanent suit, sir. I saw the one Joel showed off the other night even though I’ve no idea what was said then. I think I may be of more value to you in my current position than as a suited slave… But I am available for the temp suit you offered for nineteen days starting Monday.”

“More of value how?”

“I’m a bar tender, sir. In the club your tour ended at. It’s the best in New York and caters to all kinds of kink. I have their ears, sir and they have mine. They know they can confide in me about anything and the number of potential slaves bemoaning the lack of decent Masters out there… I could retire if I had a dollar for every time one’d complained at me.”

“And your proposition?”

“Print some cards, sir. With your store’s details. Unique to me so they’re instantly recognisable. Any slave who complains in such a way, I could send your way with one, tell him to hand it to Joel. Then, background check, temp suit for trial period, if accepted…”

“Yes. I see your point. Very interesting idea. Provide all your details to Joel before you leave tonight. I’ll run my checks and you can take the temp suit on Monday for your own trial period. If you satisfy and the checks come through clean, I’ll have a tattooist present when the suit’s removed. We’ll mark you as my property there and then. I’ll also have something else for you. Cancel your tenancy if accepted. You’ll move into one of my properties.”

“Really, sir?”

“You’ll be one of my agents in the field. My property lives in… well… my property. No rent worries, all bills, all food, internet and all other necessities, such as clothing, a car and fuel are taken care of. Money is not something a slave worries about. Divert all your wages to me for disposal. You can select a charity. You’ll follow my orders to the letter once you’ve completed your move. That will include what to eat and what to wear. Everything will be controlled and even if you do lose your job, you’ll still continue as my agent or if you can’t find another position that’s useful to me, you could take on the suit then.”

“Good god! He said something about a good apartment but I had no idea!”

“Who did?”

“The technician, sir.”

“Well, It is true. I like loyal slaves and the best way to keep them loyal is to give them a good life. Disgruntled slaves are little use to anyone. They never perform to their full potential if there’s any discontent.”

He looked at me. “Eleven?”

I shrugged.

“How did you…”

I knelt, he followed. Hands behind my back, lean forward and place my forehead on the floor.

He mirrored my movements.

“Don’t worry. They’ll teach you all the correct positions during your time in the suit.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Good. Oh, there was one more thing.”

“Yes, sir?”

“As you only work for three nights of the week, you’ll serve in the store for the remainder. Sometimes you may be put into a temp suit, sometimes, you’ll be assisting Joel or Alpha in the flesh, so to speak. If you’re in a temp suit, you remain in it for the full duration between nightclub duties. Now, allow Omega to sit.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stood between me an M with a wide grin.

Omega took his place.

“How did the first training session go? Any delays in removal or reapplication?”

“Sir...” He glanced from left to right as if trapped. He sighed. He didn’t look happy.

“What is it, boy?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I failed you. I came, sir.”

“Explain.”

“He met me in the restroom to put the chastity back on and cuffed me, sir. Behind my back. I tried to get away from him but he forced me, sir. I couldn’t escape! He” Omega started crying. “He jerked me off and I couldn’t stop him sir. He kept me from cumming for half an hour, sir, before it happened. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, Omega. I’m the one who should be sorry but it was necessary.”

He stared at the screen. “What?”

“It was a test, boy. I assure you, nothing like that will ever happen again and you won’t be punished. I had to ensure you remained honest. If you’d attempted to conceal your perceived failure, I would have punished you. One more lie, remember? You’ve proven yourself to me today and I’m proud of you. He reported your reluctance. You burst into tears during the session too, which proved to me you genuinely want the life I’m offering you. I have a reward awaiting you on your next weekend because of your performance this evening.”

He sniffled. “You mean you arranged that, sir?”

“Of course. I gave you explicit instructions after all. I wanted to make sure you’d follow them. You did, and you did exceedingly well. I’m happy to claim you as my slave, Omega. More than happy.”

“Oh god, thank you, sir. I was terrified I”

“Yes. That was the test. Could you face punishment for something that clearly wasn’t your fault. You did. Well done and trust me, you’re going to love the reward I’ve arranged for you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I stood behind Omega and gestured.

“Ah, it seems eleven has something else to say. Allow him to sit, Omega.”

Omega moved to one side and I sat again.

“What is it, eleven?”

“Sir, permission to take a day or two of my free days. I think I’ve still got a few kinks to work out.”

“That I can well understand. You don’t want to take all of them?”

“I think I’d prefer to split them a little, sir. I’ll be more of use to you if I do. Besides, I haven’t even met any of the slaves that were meant to be assigned to me and I’d like to see how the ones I did speak to have been doing.”

“Yes, it has been a little bit of a roller-coaster over the past couple of weeks hasn’t it?”

“Yes, sir. It’ll be good to put my brain to use again too. It’s not just physical kinks that need working out after being a dog for so long, sir.”

Q laughed. “Yes. It seems you really did find your inner dog, didn’t you? Something I was incapable of. I truly don’t know how you do it.”

“I… I’m not sure it can be explained, sir, though when it was being explained to Omega he described it as almost being Zen, sir. I suppose if you are a hundred percent Master it could make such things unattainable, sir.”

“Quite. Very well, two days of your free time, then back to work. Granted.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Q out.”