2017-11-28 - spike - The New Shop 47

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 47
Date: 28 November 2017

Chapter 47
“Ah, good. Congratulations number twelve. Your mark of ownership and golden name will be added at your cleaning tomorrow and another permanent one on the way soon too Joel?”

We were all gathered around the laptop as usual. Omega in the rubber police uniform he’d been ordered to wear while assisting Joel.

Joel smirked. “Yes, sir. He was one of Luke’s sir, but he said he’d take permanent from day one.”

“Yes. I saw. I also saw what you yourselves said.”

Joel curled up around his crotch while M jumped in the air.

“I thought better of you. I don’t disagree with taking him permanently but you will not dump the fallout on me! You did it, you tell him and within a reasonable time. In fact, in this one’s case you will offer him a permanent suit as an alternative to the temp one the next time he turns up, assuming his check’s cleared by then. From now on though, any who request permanence will be informed soon after their release from their first cleaning if not before! Is that understood?”

Both chorused “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” almost in unison.

“Good. I know the idea is amusing for ones who’ve already accepted their place in life but doing it just before freezing them for weeks in a transport pod, leaving them writhing in anguish at what’s been done to them? That part is not amusing in the least.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Now. I liked your idea, eleven.”

“Sir?”

“I’ll try to arrange for the next race to be during his fifth week of leave.”

“Oh, that was thirteen sir. He said it’s a shame he couldn’t race. I just ran with the idea, sir.”

“Very good, thirteen. Very good thought. I’d give you a good boy for that. Have to wait until you’re back in the dog.”

He gestured. “Thank you, sir.”

“Now, Joel. Was a package delivered this morning?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go and get it.”

Joel trotted off into the store and returned a minute later with a thick padded envelope.

“Open it. Grant each of the slaves one of their pleasure hours before bed tonight. Have them stand by their cages, then apply that while they’re frozen in their states of bliss.”

He opened it, pulling out an almost transparent hood with a white symbol on the back. I didn’t recognise it. It looked like the end of a trident or a wide U with a long vertical line through the middle.

Clearly, Joel didn’t recognise it either. “What is it, sir?”

“Eleven asked for me to name it. As the top end of the Greek alphabet is for slaves who’ve served me well for years, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, etc, it stands to reason that the less important ones take the bottom end. Omega is the last letter, Psi is the second to last. That’s its name now.”

“Psi? I like that. Almost sounds like he’ll gain psychic powers, sir.”

“Well obviously he won’t, but he might see it in that light too. Something to be proud of.”

“I should hope so, sir. It’s not every slave who gains a name, even if it didn’t come with a promotion.”

“True. Now, I’ve got some thinking to do, you, get to it. Oh, and eleven. Tomorrow, you will assist twelve in the training of his slave. He’s still new to it. I will permit you two hours in room one however. Q out.”

“M… how far along is the new one now?”

“Good point. Should be close. Mid hair removal.” M nodded to the door and we left the room together. “Twelve, come. You know what to do. We can put your gold hood on when we freeze you for your pleasure hour too.”

“Oh god, sir. Thank you.”

He sighed. “No. No sir. Just as eleven fought with that for a couple of days, I suppose you will too. Gold equals brothers, not superiors, you’re one of us now.”

“Really? Oh fucking hell I love this life!”

He nodded and tossed a rubber catsuit to twelve while we donned our leathers.

M pointed out the correct slave to select for twelve on his armband and we stood before the frozen figure at the height of its pain. Then he selected all on his excluding the newbie.

“Slaves. Wrestling practice is cancelled tonight, we’ve got something better for you. You may have forgotten the promise made near the start. As you were dogs for nearly two weeks you missed out on two pleasure hours… One of those is tonight, so make your way to the cells but stand by your cages and prepare to freeze. Slasher, Rascal, Duke and numbers twelve and thirteen, you may choose to spread your pleasure hours a little more after tonight. You’re here a lot longer than the rest.”

“Hello slave.” twelve’s fingers were a little slow but he’d get better. “Welcome to your new life. Before anything else, do not open your eyes for a while. I’ll tell you when it’s safe and give you the opportunity to talk then. Until then… I am the one who selected you. When I saw you walk past me in the store I indicated to the man behind the counter that you were one to be taken. You’re a slave for life. He wasn’t joking about the suit being utterly impossible to remove. Before you start thinking, who the hell is this fucker, how dare he? A complete stranger… I’ve known you for years. It’s me. Leroy! I was taken a while ago and god this life’ll be heaven to a bondage freak like you. Just bear the pain. The one you’re experiencing now will be over in less than an hour. The one in your ass might last a couple of days, depends how much practice it’s had with big plugs.”

“Good speech.” M nodded.

“Thank you si… sorry. Anything else?”

“Just one thing. Status.”

“Ah, right then. Oh, one more thing you need to know. For the rest of your life, you are a voiceless, faceless rubber object. All slaves wearing the suit are, but there are different ranks. The reason I can talk to you now is because I achieved a promotion. I first gained a name and now I’ve got a voice too. You need to learn how to fully submit to your Masters. Your name is blank and you share that name with every other slave without a symbol on the back of their heads. You may have that name for life. You may gain a name in the future just as I did. It’s up to you to try. I’ll be your master for the purposes of your training, but you’ll also follow the commands given by anyone with silver or gold or the man who runs the store. Human slaves outrank all objects no matter what their status just as Master Q outranks everyone.”

“Good. That’ll do for now. We’ll return with the laptop for it in ninety minutes. Should be on the water or air part of the cycle by then. Let’s get those slaves ready for their pleasure and apply Psi’s hood.”

I nodded. “I’ll apply it, it’s mine after all. I might wait until the morning to tell him what it is though. I doubt anyone down there’ll recognise it. Omega… Time for you to get ready to return home.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be an hour later tomorrow. One of those extra training sessions for the weekend.” He ran off back to the cage room to change.

While M manned the control room, I went down to the cells.

Pressing my hand on cell one’s panel, I opened the door to find them already frozen. Already in the throes of their pleasure program. I wondered which one he’d selected. I tapped each on the shoulder until Storm popped up, stepped behind it and applied the hood, careful to make sure it was perfectly aligned and wrinkle free.

When I got back to our cages, Slasher and Dixon were already present.

I stroked them both, then…

“Slasher, stand.”

He stood, of course.

“It’s time for your pleasure too. This makes a good boy feel like a slap in the face, it is exquisite. I had this this morning, I think you’ll love it. You will remain frozen for the hour though.”

He nodded, his tail wagging. Then I froze him and activated the program. His jaws opened in shock, snapped shut and the tail went into overdrive.

Finally, Dixon. I knelt beside him, stroking him. “How do you like it now, boy?”

The tail wagged.

“Good. Running yet?”

He nodded.

“Very good. We’ll start honing your senses tomorrow, boy. Get you used to reading your ass. Master has decided. Your final week of vacation is ours.”

His tail shot up.

“It’s not just for more slavery, it is something special. You continue your dog training here and when you’re transferred over to Q’s you’ll get more intensive training there. Your final week will be taking part in one of our races, so you will get to see more of the USA… Just not much more of New York. The wilderness is beautiful this time of year, boy. In a month, it might’ve passed its best though.”

It started wagging again even more.

“Thought you’d like that. Now get into your doggy bed and get some sleep.”
* * * * *
“Come up to first floor, I think there’s something you want to see.”

I stood by the elevator and psi stepped out a minute later.

“What is it, sir?”

“Close the mirror.”

He did. I’d positioned one of the store mirrors in such a way it could see the back of its head. It jumped. “What… when?”

“You saw me come in last night?”

“Sorry sir, I had my eyes closed. I was too far gone with the pleasure, sir. I didn’t feel anything!”

I chuckled. “Well, that’s your name now for the rest of your life.”

“Pitchfork, sir?”

“It’s a Greek letter just like Omega. He has the last letter of the alphabet. You have the second to last. The letter psi.”

“Oh god! I love it, sir! Thank you. It certainly beats a number… Sorry, sir.”

“It’s certainly different, I’ll give you that. You can tell the rest what it means now. It’s spelt P S I by the way.”

“Oh god. I can love this like I’ve been wanting to since it began now, sir.”

“Good, now… Time for the gym for both of us don’t you think?”

I stepped into the elevator and the newly named slave joined me. I imagined the widest grin under that mask, knowing that in reality with the gag filling its mouth completely, such a thing was impossible.

After our workout and clean, Twelve and I returned to the wet room to release the newest blank to our brotherhood. While we were still in the elevator...

“Has it had the tour, twelve?”

“No sir. I… don’t think so anyway. You might need to ask Joel, sir.”

I chuckled. “I see what M meant now, it does begin to annoy.”

“What does, sir?”

“We’re equals now, remember. You’re my brother. M’s brother. Nothing superior about us anymore so no more sir. Joel, you call sir. When Alpha returns from his… temporary demotion as a blank, sir to him too. But you’re just as subhuman as the rest of us now.”

“Subhuman?”

“Objects have no voice. Humans have their own voice and face. Subhumans have neither but we do have an artificial voice. Are you OK with that one or do you want to play about with the voice settings by the way? The way I did to make myself sound a bit like Harrison Ford.”

He nodded and started fiddling. What he came up with impressed me. I couldn’t put a name to it but I was sure I’d heard it before.

“Who’s that?”

“Denzel Washington. I considered Will Smith but decided on something a bit more… Serious.”

“Hah. Good choice.”

The moment we got there, I turned off the lights. It staggered and sank to its knees at the sudden mobility. Twelve rushed in to help it back to its feet.

“Come with me. We’ll take a table in the rec room. We can talk properly there.”

I nodded. “I’ll get the laptop and join you.”
* * * * *
“So this is it? Finally? A slave? A permanent slave?”

Twelve nodded. “Absolutely. This isn’t your final destination but yes. That suit is the last thing you’ll ever feel against your skin.”

“And the other things?”

“Everything. Permanent.”

“I don’t know how long I can handle this, sir. It hurts!”

“You just have to bear it like I said. It’ll get better.”

It sighed and nodded.

I butted in. “Good. Now, when you are pain free, tell us because we need to know. Until then, M’s suggested that you spend the day on display in the store.”

“Display… When you said I walked past you… It’s all adding up, sorry, sir. I’m being a little slow.”

“We’ll allow you to wear anything you like from the store while on display, blank. Anything at all. You’ll even be able to communicate with Joel, he’s the shop assistant up there. Just remember, if you want that, no boots. You tap your toe.”

It nodded. “Thank you, sir.”

My turn again. “Tonight, we want every relevant piece of personal information you can remember including all your internet passwords and bank details.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“But…”

“I see no reason for there to be a problem.” Twelve interrupted. “We don’t access the internet here. Only Master Q when he contacts us. I’ve not seen anything of my old life since I got here. I never will again.”

“God, it really is slavery isn’t it? We don’t own anything?”

“Of course not. How can property own property? We belong to Q. If he commands something you do it. That includes the disposal of the money in your bank accounts and the closure of your social media…”

I nodded. “And of course, we usually need some form of excuse for a disappearance. Sometimes social media can help with that. M told me about one slave whose phone ended up travelling all across Europe posting photos and comments to lure his abusive boyfriend after it. The slave… In a suit like this, imprisoned in London. Just as we’re imprisoned here. None of us are permitted to leave without strict supervision.”

“Like that dog race?”

“Yes, just like that. Now you’re here, you’ll be taking part in the next one. Something for you to look forward to.”

“How the hell do you walk in them?”

“I suggest you get more used to saying sir. As for the walking, practice my dear blank. Practice. Don’t worry about that, you’ve got a few weeks before the next. Plenty of time to find your paws. Hopefully you’ll find your inner dog too. I did. I love it. When I take on the dog suit I never want it to end.”

“And I can wear anything?”

“Let your imagination run riot, blank.”

“Can I be a dog, sir?”

Twelve nodded in approval. “I don’t see why not.”

I stopped twelve in his tracks. “You’re better off upright until your plug’s settled. How about a dog handler?”

“What do you mean, sir?”

“You select human clothing of any type you wish, we put a leash in your hand and outside the case, freeze a dog sitting next to you.”

“Freeze? You mean… Those dogs I saw before?”

“Yep. All of them had slaves in ‘em. Before then though, we have one hour. How much of the place have you seen?”

“Only the store, sir. And here.”

“Then let’s complete the tour. You can take it from here Twelve, I’ve got an idea.”
* * * * *
“M… Where are the tracker balls stored?”

“That’s a fucking brilliant idea. Give Dixon something to strive for. I’ll join you with them. Place them anywhere apart from the shop floor.”

“Just start with the finish line ones, see how he does before activating the other levels?”

“Yes. I’ll have to ask Joel how that works, I was a dog too. Maybe the sensations are already all turned on and they only activate when the trackers are sending.”