2017-10-24 - spike - The New Shop 32

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 32
Date: 24 October 2017

Chapter 32
The next blank arrived soon after M had left with Storm.

Again, I indicated the seat and it came across and sat opposite me.

“Now, I was originally meant to be your Master where training was concerned. Things didn’t turn out that way, so I’m getting to know the blanks who I’ve not met yet. I am number eleven.”

It nodded.

“So, how are you adjusting to your new life?”

“I know I said I loved the suit, sir, but”

“Ah, I expected there to be one or two taken in that way. Did you say Oh god I never want out or something similar?”

It nodded.

“Well, you got your wish. It’s just something you have to live with now.”

“But I can’t! I… I…”

“I thought you’d submitted. Every single slave did so soon after experiencing the delights the plug was capable of.”

“I know sir, but… A slave for life? I have a life!”

“Yes, you do. And it’s here. Anything before the suit, I’m sorry, but forget it. That’s my advice. Put the past behind you, you’ll never see it again.”

Its head sank into its hands.

I sighed. “I know it’s hard but there’s no way out. You’re a slave. Trust me, you will love it if you allow yourself to. I do now and I probably had it rougher than you.”

“How could you know that? I had a well paid job! I had a… Oh god he’s probably worried sick!”

“I was a Master. I owned a slave of my own, one I loved… still love and what’s more, I’m not gay. And I had a very well paid job! I’d never had anything up my ass before the plug. To make it even more painful, the man running the store shocked me on the maximum setting three times to get me to obey before my plug had settled and as a result it took me over twice as long for the pain to go away than it normally does according to M. He didn’t say one word to me from the moment I froze to the moment I stepped back in shock when I was referred to as a slave during a call to Master Q. So yes, I had it rougher.”

“Shit, sir! Really?”

“Yes. Really. Since the pain went away though I’ve never looked back. I’ve learned I have a submissive side and embraced it fully. You can to. I’m here and this is my life and what’s more, I’m happy I’m here.”

“But you said you loved her.”

“Oh, I do. But I know she’s OK. She’s happy. She’s even decided to take on a dominant role and taken a slave of her own. That was enough to let go, for me. You need to do the same. Let go. Enjoy this life because there’s a lot about it to enjoy. It’s not as if you have any choice in the matter.”

It sighed and nodded. “I’ll try, sir.”

“Good. Now the reason I called you here was because I want to get to know a little about you all. I didn’t get the chance earlier because for three days I was posing as a blank in order to help a claustrophobic cope with being in a cell. Then, Q ordered me into the dog suit for three days so I knew what it was like before inflicting it on anyone else.”

Its shoulders shook. “Bet you weren’t expecting to be stuck in it for over a week, sir.”

“At the time I was put into it, no. What really scared me was being stolen but making my way home, and this is my home now… That opened my eyes. I wasn’t forced to remain a dog for another week. I begged for it.”

It stared at me. Then it glanced down at Slasher.

“Before you ask, we’ve already got one new dog. Storm left just before you arrived. He’s got to learn to walk but I think if he allows himself to, he’ll love it as much as we do. I will have to deny the request… For now. We can’t turn all the blanks into dogs on request, you’ll have to take your turn.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to handle that anyway, sir. It looks fuckin hard, sir.”

“I thought that when I first had the idea. Did you hear about the burglary attempt?”

It nodded.

“Slasher has that name because that’s what he did to me. I originally intended it as a punishment. Put him in a dog suit. Parade him around outside in a park. God, how humiliating it’d be for him, I thought. I was dead wrong wasn’t I Slasher?”

Slasher’s tail began to wag.

“What he did to you, sir?”

“Knife, to the throat.” I made the throat slitting gesture.

“But… How are you not in a hospital?”

“Ah, you’ve not had the knife demonstration then?”

“The what?”

“Fairly simple demonstration. Give a slave a knife, tell them to cut the suit off and watch the steel dust fall to the table. It blunted his knife. It can’t be cut off. It’s permanent. You have been told that?”

“I was told everything was permanent but fuck me!”

“As I said. No way out. This is your life now. Now, tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well obviously, I’m a slave and my name is blank, sir.”

“Yes, I know, but past life experience can play a role in how you handle being a slave. It can even help if I know what you’re capable of. Those skills might still be of use to Master Q y’know. I was a software architect. As a result, he’s allowing me to help debug software for him that will aid in the running of this facility.”

“I’m a realto.. was a realtor. Selling houses. Huge commissions.”

“Hmm. Not the most reputable of professions.”

Its shoulders shook. “You’re not kidding there, sir. But I did enjoy my job and the lifestyle that came with it.”

“I don’t know how useful that will be… I suppose if Master Q decides to expand his property portfolio, it might be though. I’ll be sure to pass it on. Where were you enslaved?”

“Seattle, sir.”

“Bet that was a long trip.”

“It was, sir. I don’t know how long I was stuck in that pod but after the pain went away it played with me mercilessly, sir.”

“Oh god. I’m looking forward to my transfer to Q now. Don’t know when that’ll be though. So you enjoyed the trip?”

It nodded.

“And you knew just what the plug was capable of before M took your pleasure levels?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, you know what to do now. Forget that life… But if Master does require your services, remember the skills that went with it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now for the important question… Has this conversation helped you to accept this life?”

It pondered for a few minutes. “I think it has, sir.”

“Good. Because you’re getting very close to the end of your time here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Very soon, it’ll be pod time again. This place is just for slave orientation and initial training. Get you adjusted to your new life before you join Master Q at his compound.” I switched targets briefly realising this interview was coming to an end. “Blank, meet me in the rec room.” and switched back.

“So, I… I thought this was it for me?”

“Oh, no. This is just a staging point. A stop on your journey. I’ve spoken to a couple of people who are at or have been to Q’s place. Where it is, neither of them know but both said it’s a paradise. You have a lot to look forward to. This place is amazing. His place is fucking amazing.”

“Oh god, really?”

I nodded.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now return to whatever duty I interrupted. I’ve still got another five to get through.”

The elevator opened just as it got to it and another blank stepped out.

I tapped in the nicknames for the last two. “Storm” and “realtor”, then beckoned the third forward.

I repeated the same introduction again. I’ll have to study that armband, see how M did the string of messages while being whipped, saving me the effort of typing it each time.

“Now, how are you adjusting to your new life?”

“Love it, sir. It’s been a dream for a decade to be a full time permanent slave. I never want anything else now. I’m his and I’ve never been happier.”

“Good. Couldn’t agree more by the way. Now, tell me a little about yourself. Skip the whole I’m a slave and I’m blank bit. It’s already been done today.”

Its shoulders shook. “OK, sir. Nothing special. Delivery driver, seriously into bondage, dreamed about being a slave for years. A few flings was all I managed before I wandered into that store. When he told me it could lead to slavery I practically dropped to my knees and begged for it.”

“And where were you taken?”

“Here, sir.”

“Ah, you’re one of the newer ones? I was busy during those. I’m sure you saw my run across the city.”

“Yes, sir. God, that looked exciting. I’d love to do something like that sometime.”

“Well, as you’re newer, you may get that wish. I think you’re likely to be here a while longer than the earlier lot. I’ll have to ask M about that. I offered a similar suggestion to Q during the brief release of my arms from the suit when I returned. A chance to do the same again under more controlled circumstances. Maybe out in the wilderness rather than the city.”

“Oh god, sir. I’d love that.”

“I would to. I hope it happens. Anything more? Anything that Q might find of use?”

“Well… I’m not the only slave in New York and I knew quite a few before I was taken. I bet a lot of them come into the store, sir. Especially after your adventures.”

“Have you been on display up there yet?”

“In the cases? Oh god when I found out there was a man in that case I nearly exploded out of my suit sir. Not yet. No, sir.”

“I’ll tell M and Q about this. He might find it useful, if you’re willing to identify these men.”

“I’d do it in a heartbeat, sir.”

“Good. Very good. Dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I put NY-driver and willing slave in the nickname field and moved on to the next.

The next one, same introduction. Same question.

“I’m fine, sir.”

“Only fine? Or loving every second of it?”

“Little bit of A, little bit of B, sir. I admit, it’s growing on me.”

“What was your job, before you were taken?”

“I…” It sighed. “I’ve landed on my feet here, I’ll admit that. I didn’t have a job, sir. I lost my last one two years ago, sir.”

“Two years?”

“There’s not much going in Detroit since the industry collapsed, sir.”

“So you worked in the automobile industry before you lost it?”

It nodded. “Welder, sir. Last factory to die after that brief revival, sir.”

“I’ll certainly pass that on to Q. I don’t know how useful your skills will be, but they may well be when you get there.”

“Get there, sir?”

“Master Q owns a slave compound, blank. A very large one described as a paradise. You’ll be going there. Possibly within a week or two.”

“Oh god! Really? Oh fucking hell, something more to look forward to. I can’t wait, sir.”

“Anything more you wish to tell me?”

“What like, sir?”

“Well, how did you fill your time during your unemployment? You certainly don’t look like a couch potato.”

“I worked out. Had a pretty good set of weights in my garage. I used to love wrestling.”

“The fake choreographed pro-wrestling type… or proper competition wrestling?”

“The real type, sir.”

Oh god, if I could’ve smiled then… I would’ve.

“We have four rings in the gym, blank.”

“You wrestle, sir?”

“Yes. And what’s more… I challenge you. Sunday.”

It leapt to its feet in excitement and reached out its hand. I took it and we shook.

The moment its hand was free… “I accept, sir. God, I didn’t know if I’d ever wrestle again!”

“I… Suppose we could train the rest of the blanks up in the sport. I don’t know how much time we have but after work we have a couple of hours usually.”

“You think they’d be willing?”

I turned my head and pointed at my name. “It doesn’t matter what they want. They do as they’re told. We’re slaves, remember and I outrank everyone here except M and Joel right now. Therefore, they do what I say.”

“Oh, please, do it, sir.”

“Now that I’ve found a fellow wrestler… Don’t worry. After our fight, I’ll make the announcement. They will all be there to spectate. And don’t worry, what happens in the ring, stays in the ring. Dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Three to go. The next one, another who submitted willingly, begging for it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t be of much use, recruitment-wise. He was taken from Boulder, Colorado. The only thing I knew about that place was Mork and Mindy.

His skill set… Tattooist… That might come in useful. Another one to report.

The next… Completely different. it looked around nervously. Sidled over to the table and looked incredibly jumpy as it sat.

“Are… are you alright?”

“Of course I’m not alright!”

“Sir.”

“Of course I’m not alright, sir, then!”

I sighed. “OK. Where were you taken? Describe the circumstances.”

“I was in Florida, sir. Miami. Went to pick up a present for a friend. Saw the suit, tried it on, he knocked on the cubicle asking if I wanted to try the rest...”

“Same thing happened to me… Go on.”

“I’d never felt anything like it. When I said my god it’s good. I wish I could be in this forever…”

“You’re not the only one you know. I don’t know why you’re being jumpy though.”

“How do you expect me to be! I’ve never been in so much pain in my life and I know… Well… You can do the same again!”

“So submitted out of fear…”

“Of course, it’s too much for me, this. I never expressed any desire to be a slave!”

“But you did express a desire to remain in the suit forever. I’ve heard that’s a common cue to make permanent. You got your wish but the only way that wish works is as a slave. I should know. I didn’t even say that and he still got me. Why haven’t you accepted it?”

“How can I? Some of the things they forced on me in that torture chamber were disgusting!”

“Yes. But nothing in there harmed you, did it?”

“Harmed me? I’m scarred for life. I’ll never recover from this!”

“What are your hangups. Honestly now. You won’t be punished. Master Q cares about his property. If you’re going though turmoil he needs to know. If you don’t tell us, your life will continue to be hell. If you do, something may be done to fix it.”

“I might be freed?”

“No. That’s not possible. Sorry. We’re all in the same situation. We’re all slaves. Some of us just have a higher rank than others, that’s all. Even Joel, the one not in a suit still has that same chastity on and before you think, but he can leave, no. His is electrified just as our plugs are.”

“How the fuck do you handle it? I’ve been a nervous wreck since I woke up here!”

“Were you the least bit kinky before the suit? You must’ve been to try it on, surely.”

“Oh, kink’s one thing. Little bit of rubber and this suit feels better than anything but… It’s a life term! In a prison I can’t even talk in!”

I pondered. “Q said some hadn’t done the background checks before taking their slaves. Is that why you’re having a hard time adapting? Prison?”

“How did you know?”

“You used the word first. Q told me some who’ve been in your situation don’t take to it. That’s why they conduct background checks. To avoid taking people with your problems. I’m sorry. I truly am. But yes. It is a life term.”

Its shoulders began to shake in what I knew wasn’t laughter.

I reached across and put my hand on its arm. “Yes. It’s a life term. But it can still be a good life. You’ve felt what that plug can do. You want more of that don’t you?”

It nodded.

“Well, you know what to do to get more, just submit. But don’t do it out of fear. You’ll only continue to make your life hell if you do it that way. Submit willingly. Learn to enjoy this life. I have. I was taken against my will too. I know there’s no other life for me and quite frankly, I’ve never been happier.”

It stared at me. “It’s alright for you! You’ve got that… thing.” it pointed at my armband.

“That may be. But I was only issued with this today. I relied just as much on sign language as the rest of them until this morning. I’ll report this to Master Q. I imagine he’s got some contingency in place for people such as you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not the first prisoner he’s encountered. I know the suit can’t be removed but there may be something he can do for you that’ll ease your anxiety. Maybe make it easier to adjust. I don’t know. I’m still new to this.”

“New?”

“Of course. I was only taken a month ago. This is only the second round of interviews I’ve ever done and as I said, these were delayed. M had to do them. What did you tell him?”

“I wasn’t as jumpy when M did them. I hadn’t had to deal with what was done to me down there back then.”

“Do you even understand why you got put through all that in the dungeon?”

“Pretty obvious from where I’m sitting. Make us suffer. Show us our place. Prove to us we’re nothing but playthings.”

“That’s not why at all. I went through even more than you did. I had to go through the submissive side of that lot twice. Why? Because M has a special voice in his wristband and god it’s sexy. Female. I’m straight. He did those things to me twice to gauge my reactions with both his and his female voice. Then we went through them a third time, but that time I did those things to him!”

“Why?”

“The purpose isn’t to punish or put you in your place! It’s to learn about you. Allow you to learn about yourself. I did learn a lot during that session. I learned a hell of a lot. I thought I was a Master, purely dominant in nature. After what went on in there, I discovered I’m a switch. 50/50 exactly. What’s more, apart from the ball crushers, I loved every single thing down there.”

It stared at me.

“We won’t use the dungeon as a punishment, blank. We have the plug for that. The dungeon is one of the rewards. One of the perks of this life. Nothing you hate is compulsory. If you want to spend time in there, you can do what you like when you’ve been granted access and I suggest you do.”

“Why would I want to go down there again?”

“Because even if you hated a lot of it, there must’ve been something you enjoyed. Added to that, there are a lot of slaves who like being tied up, strapped down and whipped. They can’t do it themselves, now, can they? If you don’t want to be the one being bound, you could be the one doing the binding.”

It seemed to relax. “I’m still finding it hard, sir.”

“Right then. I’ll tell him. He should have something, I don’t know what though. Sorry. Dismissed.”

I wrote ex-con and Miami in my band and finally… The last one.

God this was exhausting. I’d always hated conducting job interviews and this was even worse. I called the blank up.

Thankfully, the last was another willing slave. Nothing much of interest either. Photocopier repairman did not seem newsworthy to me in the least and from Dallas… I’m glad I didn’t have to hear it talk.

I swear, one yeehaw and I’d’ve walked out of the room. Thankfully, sign language seems to have a slightly… restraining influence.

I dismissed it once I’d got everything I felt I needed and checked to see if the shop floor was clear.