2017-11-21 - spike - The New Shop 44

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 44
Date: 21 November 2017

Chapter 44
Another conversation with Q, another wrestling lesson, then, bed.

Oh, Joel asked about taking part and was pleased when Q informed him he’d be Beta before the next race anyway. Apart from that, barely worth mentioning.

I selected Perkins on my armband. “Slave. Go to cell block four, cell two and climb into one of the free cages. Remember to slam the door behind you. Get a good night’s sleep, it’ll help settle your ass.” Then I selected twelve and thirteen. “Come to the shop floor.”

Joel was getting undressed. “Why are you summoning them?”

“Well, they are numbered now. That’s right isn’t it, sir? Sleep here if they’ve got a bit of authority, we do have six cages.”

“Actually, good thought, eleven. Hadn’t even considered that.”

I met them as they emerged from the elevator and led them to the back.

“Welcome home. This is where you sleep from now on.”

Thirteen twiddled. “Really, sir?”

“Sorry, thirteen. Silver is an elevation in status. As you two are likely to be given mastery over some of those slaves down there when more arrive, you sleep with the other masters here. Don’t worry. When Slasher’s back, he sleeps by my cage in that doggy bed.”

It shook with laughter. “Thank you, sir. I had no idea!”

“Yeah, life’s full of surprises. Especially this life. M, how long did it take for it to become monotonous?”

“Varies, eleven. Different slaves each time livened things up no end. Always different personalities to deal with after all and this time, we’ve got the races to consider. I very much doubt it’ll get humdrum at all.”
* * * * *
Sunday, more stocktaking, more fun, then Monday swung around again.

The moment Omega was released from his suit, he beamed.

“Like it don’t you?”

“Oh fuck, sir. I don’t like it, I love it. Every time I get sealed in I wish it could be permanent. Then I remember them, mom, dad…”

“As Q said, you’ll complete your education, you’ll excel in it, only then…”

He sighed. “I know, sir. How long before I can wear one of the dog suits, sir?”

“Damn. It’s been a weird one this weekend, recovering from our first race, dealing with the cop… We could’ve put you in on Saturday for the weekend. I’ll ask Q for permission to seal you away in one next weekend.”

“Sorry, sir. Next weekend’s a game.” he sighed. “And it’s an away game too. We won’t be back until late Sunday.”

“I’ll alert Q about that, I assume he already knows anyway?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll remind him then. Where is it?”

“Michigan State, sir. We leave Friday evening, sir.”

“Well, you know the rules. No playing with yourself when you’re out. No-one else playing with you either. It belongs to Q now. Off limits to all comers. Extra training nights because of it?”

“Yes, sir. He knows about those too. I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“I’m seeing football as a chore, sir. Something that keeps me away from here.”

“I’ll tell him that, too. I imagine that’ll please him no end. You will continue playing for the season though. No disruptions until the end of the school year, remember.”

“Yes, sir. And the moment I have quit, I’ll quit the frat house too, sir. I’ll be his to mark, his to claim fully. I never want anything more now, sir.”

I nodded. “Couldn’t agree more. Let’s get that chastity back on so you can get to your classes.”

Belt on, plug retainer in place, clothes and then out.

M stood by the door as he ran past.

“I don’t know about you eleven, but I think he’ll end up being one of Q’s best the way things’re going.”

“Q was right. Get ‘em while they’re young seems to be a damned good way to go about it. The only problem with that age is the family… obstacle.”

He nodded. “Especially with the added restrictions Q’s put in place. A way to make it sound reasonable? To keep them from worry? I… wonder…”

“What?”

“Well, Q is multinational in his influence. Lots of fake shell companies to cover his tracks. That’s been used before.”

“Yes… But if Omega does take a suit permanently, even if he does send the odd letter… Won’t they begin to suspect when they can’t call him or visit? It seems an insurmountable hurdle, this one.”

“Good point. Can’t think of any way around it. Just as well he has three years to come up with a good one. I think it might take that long. Let’s get down to the gym. Still got Perkins to see to too.”

“How’s he doing? I didn’t seek him out yesterday. Or am I being too polite still referring to him as a him?”

“I’ve been doing the same. He’s not a typical blank and we were told kid gloves. Still in pain yesterday but not as bad. Throat tubes still causing trouble too. Might be better today though and if he’s fully OK…”

“Test for levels?”

“More. Full Assessments, take his levels, one hour in the wet room frozen in ecstasy and we can put him in a dog suit too. He did request it and he’ll be a dog for two days.”

“Oh god, this is going to be fun. I hope he’s adjusted.”

He had. The pain, gone. Even the throat tubes. He was gesturing quite well too, so no need to haul around that laptop.

“Beginning to see the appeal of slavery now?”

“Now that it’s stopped hurting it’s certainly better but… I value my freedom too much for this to be it for the rest of my life.”

“That opinion may change you know. You’ve not sampled the delights of the gym or the dungeon yet. Now you’re fine. You will. We’ll put you through your paces down there. How do you feel about that?”

“Gym. Looking forward to it. Dungeon, dread in the pit of my stomach, but I did agree to sample the life.”

“Well, this is another part of it… Describe the sensations you feel.”

When I got to the point higher than his pleasure threshold his knees buckled out from under him. I helped him back to his feet.

“I… I’m at a loss for words, sir! I’ve never…”

“I know. Good slaves. Slaves who obey, who submit… One hour of that a week. Well, I say that… It’s better.”

“Better?”

“Come with me.”

I lead him to a wet room cubical, froze him in place and selected the pleasure program I’d first been introduced to. I realised then… I’d been missing out on quite a few of those myself. I’d been busy and it hadn’t even occurred to me.

I closed the door, froze him in place, activated the program and selected M.

“M. Just taken his levels and set him on slow cook for an hour.”

“So, what level is he?”

“Five and I realised something… How long have I been here now?”

“Just about five weeks I’d say, why?”

“Well apart from that first one… That’s the only one I’ve had and we’re all supposed to get one hour a week.”

“Oooh fuck. Sorry eleven. I’d say that’s four hours in credit then. Come to think of it, I’ve not had any either. Alpha was the one who should’ve been handling it and until you were elevated the only person who could was Q.”

“I take it that means I can do yours too?”

“Yes. We can’t punish each other but we can reward, open piss tubes, stuff like that. I’ll let you choose when to take them, all in one go, one a day, spread over the weeks so you get double.”

“I… think I’ll do the latter. Don’t want to spoil myself too much. You said there were more programs too, a different one each time so I can select my favourites.”

“You’re on. Now?”

“Later. Workout and wash now, while he’s stewing in there. I’ll return to him when he’s well done… Bet he’ll be collapsing to his knees there and then after that. What about you?”

“I can wait too.”

“I’ll see you in the gym then. Are all the dogs due more too? Didn’t get any when we were training or on the hunt did we?”

“Damned good point. Looks like everyone’s in for a good week. I suspect they’ll be leaving at the same time as Perkins though so they’ll have to take them this week, apart from the other three hunters and twelve.”
* * * * *
I turned off the pleasure, kicked the off switch and rushed in to catch him if he needed it.

He was unsteady on his feet but his knees didn’t buckle.

“Sir?”

“Yes, blank?”

“I’m his. Oh fucking hell I’m his! I had no idea. Seal me in sir, make me”

I grabbed his fingers. “I think you’ll probably want to take a few deep breaths before you continue with that sentence. He’ll probably be more than happy to claim you as his as one of those field agents but committing to slavery is a big step. If you hadn’t been you, that might’ve been enough to follow through with that request.”

“I understand what you see in it now. Oh fucking hell!”

“We get a lot of that, believe me. Remember, that’s once a week too. To make things even better for me, I’ve missed a few so I’m in credit, for a few weeks I can have two a week.”

“Two? Of that?”

“Oh, there’re other programs. I’ve not experienced them yet, only the one you had. It might not even be the best one. Anyway, come with me, it’s time for those other things I threatened you with.”

“After that I’ll put up with anything, sir. Anything at all.”

I walked to the elevator and pressed the panel. “So how are you getting on with the other slaves down there?”

“Sleeping in a cage, a little unnerving at first but I know I’ll get used to it. The three I could talk to… Describing their need to find a good Master. Their need to serve. I didn’t understand. I’m still not sure I do.”

“And yet after just one hour of pleasure down there, you very nearly committed to permanent slavery yourself.”

“Oh god, yes. What’s more, I still will. You were right. I want more. I’ll do anything to get more of that. Serving another man… What’s the difference between following orders from a master or taking commands off a superior officer in the Met?”

“And if those orders conflicted and Master expected his to take precedence?”

“Fuck it. I’d do it. I’d be careful how I did it of course but I’d do it anyway.”

“I think you need a good long talk with M.”

He nodded. “I totally understand now. I’m sorry if I frightened you… I just had a mystery to solve and it bugged me. Oh fuck I’m glad I followed it through though. Found this place.”

“What will you tell them when you get back?”

“Brick wall after brick wall. Thought I’d found something when I met the man from the video but his master bought the suit in London. Yes, it was permanent, yes, the man in it was happy it was…”

“Well, if you want to offer yourself to Master Q, you can do it in person. Not many people get the opportunity to do that. He might be a little wary though, on the sincerity of your offer. You’re not a submissive, let alone a slave and at the moment, you are only doing it to get more pleasure.”

“Fuck! Oh shit! What would you suggest?”

“Learn to submit. Genuinely. Gain that need the other slaves described. Become a slave.”

“How though? Is that even possible.”

“Oh, it’s possible. I’m proof of that.”

“Why?”

“OK. As it wasn’t Q’s doing. As it went against the strict guidelines he put in place, in fact, I’ll tell you. I wasn’t a slave. I’d never wanted to be a slave. It was forced on me against my will.”

He froze. “Fuck! How?”

I told my tale.

The elevator opened. It’d taken a while this time… Just as well. Must’ve been moving a few slaves about downstairs before it arrived.

We stepped inside and I pressed B2 and the panel.

“Shit? Really?”

“Yep. I was a master with a slave girl. She’s fine. She’s even decided to take on the role of a mistress herself and got a slave of her own. I’m fine with that now because I know she’s happy but the point is, knowing that this suit was permanent, that I had no choice gave me the kick I needed to explore a side of myself I’d never considered. Since then, it’s like a whole new world opening up to me. I’m happy I’m a slave now. More than happy. I’d never want anything else. I even thanked the slave who did this to me a couple of weeks ago. So, yes, it is possible to learn to submit.”

“And that pleasure?”

“My first experience with that was after I’d crossed that line. It just cemented my submission. It didn’t create the need to learn how to from the start. I’d already submitted by then. Already accepted my enslavement.”

He nodded. “And for me, it has created the need to learn.”

“Yes. You have something to work towards and you’re going to be working towards it willingly from the start. I think that’s a step in the right direction at least.”

The doors opened and we stepped into the gym. M was there working out. He paused when he saw us, put the barbell back on the rack and joined us.

“He’s really asked for it?”

I nodded, chuckling. “Yep, he really did. I had to stop him by holding his hands before he could ask to be sealed in permanently. Not that I would’ve.”

Perkins stepped back in shock. “How did you know?”

“I heard half of the conversation. Eleven included me in everything he was saying.” He pointed at his ears. “Radio powered, remember. Come on… We do need to talk, blank. This is important.”

He nodded and M lead him to a bench by the court. We sat on either side of him.

“So… Now you know, eleven was taken against his will. How do you feel about that?”

“A little shock when he told me… What amazes me is how he’s adjusted. So it is possible.”

“He’s not the only one who’s proof of that. I am too. I was taken against my will on purpose from the start remember. Now, I’m just as happy in this life, probably happier than eleven is. In my case it probably took a little longer to learn to accept it and even longer to learn to submit though. But yes, learning to be a slave is possible.”

“Can you tell me how?”

I nodded. “I’ll leave you to it, M… Unless you need help with things when you’re assessing him?”

“Thanks, eleven but I’ll be fine. I think my experiences might be a greater help than yours. After all, you’re not quite sure how you submitted yourself are you? Until Q explained how you already had, you were protesting that you didn’t even think you had it within yourself.”

“That’s true. I’ll leave you to it then. I imagine Luke’ll be around soon. Suit him up?”

“Good idea.”

I left them to it and returned to the shop floor.