2017-11-23 - spike - The New Shop 45

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 45
Date: 23 November 2017

Chapter 45
“How’s the tattoo, sir?”

Luke smiled beneath his peak cap. He was in army officer uniform. British by the looks of it. “Little sore. It’s not the first I’ve had so I know what to expect. It’s past the keep it covered stage now, just needs to be kept clean. Couple of weeks and it’ll be almost healed.”

I nodded.

“Oh fuck me though. Oh god. I had no idea!”

“Sir?”

“The apartment Sarge took me to last night. That’s just his nickname though, his real name’s Rob, but god… It’s an apartment block like no other. Every single one of those apartments, for us. Q owns the building. Had a good look around. Gym and dungeon too of course. Nothing compared to here though but good enough to have a lot of fun.”

“Good then?”

“I moved in instantly. Didn’t even bother returning to my old place that day. Work, then back there. I cleared it out but I was given strict instructions. All but a few treasured possessions… Trash or sell. I just donated the lot to a charity.”

“Bit drastic, sir? Everything?”

“Oh, photos, important documents and my laptop, I kept. It contains quite a lot I never got around to uploading to the cloud. Apart from them, I don’t need anything. The wardrobe… Oh god the wardrobe.”

“Full of the best kink in town, eh?”

“You could say that. Couple of incredibly fine suits too, I imagine if I’m representing him sometimes I might need to wear those. Silk shirts, underwear and ties too… Other than that, instructions on my screen each morning detailing what I wear, what to eat for each meal. Everything’s provided and the car’s good too. Credit card for fuel and car maintenance. I might never need money again. Currently, rubber’s forbidden until the tattoo heals. So, army kit for today.”

“Hah, bet that’ll really spur Omega on, sir. He might even decide field agent’s preferable to permanent suit. You’ll have to tell him when he comes in tonight.”

“I will, don’t worry. So what’s been happening here?”

“Oh, we’ve been working on Duke, getting it back on its feet. It’ll be OK by tomorrow, most likely. The cop’s requested permanence.”

“Oh fuck, really? So you’ve got another one to play with down there?”

“Only for the week. M’s currently evaluating him, gym and dungeon. We didn’t do it, we’re not dense, sir. He’d just experienced the pleasure program for an hour.”

“Ah, that. Glad I had a little more self control. I might’ve regretted it. Then again… How much?” He chuckled.

“Well, sir. Time to suit you back up. Ah, just a sec.” I jogged over to Joel. “Sir… Do you have the key?” I nodded back towards Luke.

He flicked the switch under the counter and joined us.

Luke stripped and neatly, almost reverently folded his uniform. “God that stuff’s good. Perfect. I never realised I could look so smart. I’ll be a hit from now on in the club, I can tell you.”

I nodded. “We’ve already had a couple enquire, handing in their cards.”

He chuckled. “I bet you’ll get a lot more when the series starts. I mentioned it to my boss and he seemed quite excited too.”

“You may want to download the trailer, sir. Put that in the club next weekend.”

“Trailer?”

“Oh god, you’ve got to see it! Once we’ve got you suited, it’s on an infinite loop in the store.”

He nodded.

Joel fetched the suit and undid his chastity. The top half had… something clamped to it. It looked like a heavy metal ring.

Earplugs in. Tubing in place. Pulling the bottom on, easy. The top half a little more of a struggle and then the purpose of the ring became apparent. It’d stretched the material just enough to make joining the two halves together possible.

Cock sheath on and in. Plug and gag sealed to the suit, we left him frozen to allow the sealant to set and the cock sheath to cure.

No more sir for this one for the rest of the week.

While it was cooking, I left to return to room one.

Another minor problem to solve and more work on my pet project. It was beginning to take shape. I even entered all the slave idents into the database. I didn’t bother populating it fully, just the idents for now would do as place holders.

A few more days doing this and I think I’d have a basic working system. It’d still need work of course but it might be ready for their simulator by the end of the week.

I returned to blank, its suit now sealed again and unfroze it, pointing at the store.

It watched the trailer three times. Excitement, judging by its body language.

“I know! Fucking amazing isn’t it?”

“Oh god, sir. I’ve got to get this on my phone. I’ll transfer it to the club TV on Friday but I won’t play it straight away. I’ll stop all the music once it’s full, then direct their attention to the screen.”

“Twenty slaves equals another race and soon, once the dog suits are available for sale… They can take part too. Oh god I’m looking forward to it. We get to train them too.”

“Damn this chastity.”

“Go down, free access so you might as well have some fun.”

It nodded and ran over to the elevator.

M’s voice sprang into my ears. “Eleven. Blank’s completed his evaluation.”

“I’ll be right down. Dungeon?”

“Nah, meet us in the rec room.”

“OK.”
* * * * *
“So what’s the prognosis?”

M held up the clipboard. “We thought you might have some, blank. You do.”

He nodded and twiddled. “Oh god that was an eye opener. I would’ve never agreed to go through any of that but… I like it. I loved a lot of it.”

“We now know you have got a submissive side to work on. Every single thing we did to you down there had your cock bouncing when I used the female voice. I gave up on the male one after the first two tests. You’re a certified bondage and S&M freak, blank. Who knew?”

“Certainly not me. Oh god, that pain! I’ve never felt anything like it! I want more, sir.”

“Quite. But there is one pain we’ve not inflicted on you yet. One that you do need to experience.”

I almost recoiled. “Really, sir? I thought it was kid gloves, sir!”

“It is, eleven, but every slave needs to experience this, it is after all, a safety measure. Can’t allow him near an exit and if he doesn’t know. He might try.”

“What’s this about exits?”

“You’re a prisoner here during your period of enslavement, blank. Everyone’s denied access to the outside unless specifically ordered by Q. I’ve been outside twice. Once to help promote the dog suit with Slasher and Tyson, that video you saw of me. Once as a dog. Both under controlled circumstances.”

He sighed. “Go on then, sir. Do it. Whatever it is.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s necessary. Come with me.” he fiddled with his armband. “Sir, is the shop floor clear?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Easier to use a display case rather than the wet room or freeze one of the whole rooms down here, Sir.”

“Come on up then. It only takes a minute.”

He fiddled again and resumed typing. “How would you like to spend the rest of your time in one of the cases today?”

“What? As nothing but a shop dummy?”

“Well, it’s clear you loved bondage down there. You know how restrictive the suit is…”

“Oh, well if you put it like that, sir… Yes.”

“OK. When we’re done with the test, we’ll let you choose anything in the shop. As kinky or vanilla as you like.”

“Might as well go for the kink while I’m here. When in Rome and all that.”

Back in the store, he stepped into the case as instructed and M closed the door and turned it on.

“Sir. Could you do it this time, quicker that way, no need for us to get into rubber if we stand by the side.”

Joel came out from behind the counter, took the fob, opened the case and placed it on the open palm.

“Just ten seconds, sir.”

He nodded and counted. On one ten thousand, he removed the fob and M flipped the switch.

The figure staggered. He stepped out of the case.

“Fuck that was weird. Why couldn’t I breath?”

My fingers danced on the keypad. “Never mind that, what about the pain!?”

“Oh, that? Wasn’t that bad was it? Wouldn’t want to experience it again, true, but you warned me it’d hurt.”

“That’s usually enough to reduce a slave to a quivering wreck, blank! As for the inability to breath, when you’re in a suit you’re under complete control. It’s not just air we can turn off. Most have their ability to piss blocked from the start but we were being nice to you.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his chastity. “Really? Oh god, there goes my cock again.”

“He really is a bondage freak isn’t he? And a pain lover! How did you not know?”

“Never had the opportunity to find out. Oh god I’m going to have some fun now I do though. And you say the dungeon’s open for use? I can go down there?”

“Master normally grants a day or two’s free access for experiencing what you just did but we only have a week and for you, it seems it wasn’t too bad. Display case for the rest of the day, we’ll put you in a dog suit in the morning. You did ask after all and it is part of the experience.”

“Really? Oh god, thanks! That actually looks fucking appealing now.”

“Right then…” I walked into the back and collected a mesh suit, tossing it at his feet. “Put that on. Then put anything you like on over it. If you choose not to wear boots, we can shield one of your toes so you can communicate with Joel. Think of it as a slave based security system, one for yes, two for no, five for a shoplifter. You can also spell things out by tapping the number of the letter. Double digit, do it a digit at a time rather than tapping fifteen times.”

He nodded and wriggled into the suit. “Thanks, sir. What about three and four?”

“Friend and foe but you don’t know anyone in New York so it wasn’t relevant.”

He nodded. “I’ll have a browse. I’ll try to pick the perviest things I can find.”

I chuckled.

What he returned in surprised me. He really was trying to look as kinky as possible. He’d said when in Rome and maybe that had influenced his choice. A mini gladiator kilt, a chain harness and one of the more confining leather hoods, the double type with the zipped front. Heavy metal collar, wrist and ankle restraints with chains. A full combo set in fact.

He stepped into the case, I turned it on. We left him to it, the outer mask open so he could see however. Not much use as a shoplifter alarm otherwise. I glanced at the clock. It was only two. Eight hours in the case then.
* * * * *
“I see we have a few more there today, Joel. Explain.”

“Yes, sir. Perkins, sir. Luke and Omega of course. Twelve and thirteen are both sleeping with us rather than in the slave cells now, sir, so we invited them to their first debrief.”

“Very well. How are the takings.”

“Saturday, through the roof again sir. Today, almost back to normal sir. Another card handed in and details taken, sir.”

“Good. Now… Luke, sit.”

Joel moved to one side of course.

“Yes, sir?”

“How do you like the life I’m providing you with?”

“I love it, sir! It’s the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me, finding you, sir. Thank you.”

“And you understand fully your commitment to me?”

“Yes, sir. The tattoo proves it, sir. I’m yours sir. For life. Any command, I do without hesitation, sir. The other slaves in the block were all incredible too sir. Very welcoming to a newbie.”

“Good. I’d expect nothing less from my property. Very well, dismissed. Now, Omega.”

Omega took his place. “Yes, sir.”

“I see from my chat logs that you’ve begun to see football as a chore. Something that keeps you away from my service.”

It nodded. “Yes, sir. Oh god I want this now more than anything, sir.”

“I know, Omega. You just need to be patient. Of course, Thanksgiving, you will be visiting your family won’t you?”

Its head sank and it nodded.

“Good. The astounding thing is, when I order you to quit football you won’t even think twice anymore, correct?”

“No sir. In a heartbeat sir.”

“Good. Very good. Is there anything you wish to add?”

“Yes, sir. I… I think I’ve come up with an excuse, sir. I don’t know how… doable it is though, sir.”

“An excuse? For your eventual disappearance?”

“Yes, sir. There was a couple wandering around the campus this afternoon, sir. Handing out flyers.”

“For what, exactly?”

“The peace corps, sir. And you can sign up for two years, plus three months of training. During my time “there” I’d have no access to phones most likely. Only able to send them letters. How good are your people at faking photographs and video, sir?”

“Oh, we have some top notch technology here, believe me. Very interesting idea, Omega. Very interesting. And after those two years?”

“Sign up for another two. Then write them saying I’ve got married to a girl there, sir and I’ve decided to stay.”

“So your parents are unaware of your homosexuality?”

“Yes, sir. They would’ve never understood. The number of times my mom almost blew a fuse when Obama made gay marriage legal… I was only a kid but it still scared me, sir.”

“A very intriguing idea. It would require more than just doctored photographs and videos though. One of my slaves would likely have to join the Peace Corps in your place. They would have records after all. Records your parents might demand to see when you decided never to return. Very good thought. It seems I’ve got some thinking to do on the matter myself.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Very well. Dismissed. Now, Sergeant Perkins… please, be seated.”

He looked around uncertainly and seated himself.

“It seems you have some working out of your own to do, don’t you?”

“Oh god, yes, sir. I need to learn, sir. Learn how to be a slave, sir. After experiencing that pleasure program this afternoon I never want out, sir.”

“Yes, that I do understand. Many have expressed a similar desire after they felt what the plug was capable of. You are a special case however. I will have to deny the permanent suit but the fact you express a wish to learn how to submit is very promising. We’ll talk in person next week about how we might go about this. I will offer you my mark of ownership however. You understand the commitment that places you under?”

“Yes, sir. It means I’m yours. Your slave for life, sir. I do what you command above all others. Even if it involves breaking the law, sir.”

“And you’d willingly do that?”

“Yes, sir. At the moment it’s more “I’ll do anything to get more of what I got today”, sir. I won’t deny that. I want to learn sir. To learn how to be a slave fully. To learn how to submit like those slaves down there. To learn how to need to be of service the way they do.”

“A very promising start. M, results of his assessment?”

“Yes, sir. He checked out positive on all activities in the dungeon with a female voice, sir. He’s definitely got submissive tendencies and even said the pain wasn’t that bad from the escape protocol.”

“Hmmm, did he express a wish to experience it again?”

“No sir, quite the opposite. He’s not another twin, sir.”

“Still… I’ll be glad to accept you as a slave, Perkins. You’ll learn on the job, so to speak. We’ll help you along there and here when you arrive of course. When you’re released I’ll have the tattooist on hand to complete your induction. How do you feel about that?”

“Oh god, thank you, sir.”

“How do you feel about being sent home in chastity and plug too, slave?”

“But… That thing’d set off every metal detector in the airport wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, the one you currently wear might, yes. The one I have here is based on the same model but it’s not made of metal. It’s made of the same material as the suits. Hardened of course. The padlock will also be made of it. Nothing will remove it without a key.”

“And the plug, sir?”

“That will remain permanently in place. A key to the core will be held by someone with a similar tubing setup as there. Only he will be capable of removing the core. You’ll report to him each day upon your return to be cleaned out.”

“Anything, sir. I’ll do anything to be yours, sir.”

“Very good. And I will grant you one hour of pleasure each week just as the slaves here and there get. Just to ensure you never have any second thoughts about your decision.”

He collapsed off the chair and immediately took the kneeling pose. Without instruction too. He was almost spot on.

“If you wish to thank me, lean forward, forehead to the floor.”

He did so and he did it well.

“M. I think it’s safe to begin referring to it as an it now. It’s fully accepted its position in life.”

“Yes, sir.”

“No more kid gloves.”

“No, sir.”