2019-04-01 - spike - The New Shop 107

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 107
Date: 01 April 2019

Chapter 107
The moment I unfroze after my hour of pleasure, I collapsed to my knees and took the submissive pose.

M looked down at me and nodded. “Good. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. But then, that’s because you refused to tell me.”

My head snapped up to look at him.

“Come on, let’s get back to the rec room so you can tell me properly, shall we?”

I sagged, nodded, got up and followed him.

Up in the elevator, back to the desk, I sat opposite M again and he opened the laptop before me.

“Now, let’s start again. I know it’s a shock to find yourself here but you are here, there’s no way out, so my best advice… Learn to love it as much as we do.”

“Well, I’ve never felt anything like that before and this suit… I… I’m sorry I swore at you. I’ve only ever seen this suit once before, so it was..”

“I know, Blank. I know. Now, tell me about yourself.”

“I think you picked it all up from that conversation. I’ve been a slave for four years. I gave myself to my master for permanent TPE back in 2017. Before that… Nothing much of interest. Just a cashier in a bestbuy.”

“Hobbies?”

“Nothing but my master. He took all my time, even when he was out he left me a list of chores as long as your arm.”

“Sir.”

“Sorry?”

“Sir.”

“I thought that guy on the TV was my master.”

“He is, but you refer to any superior as sir. Anyone with a silver mark like this on their chest.” He pointed at his mark of ownership. “Or human.”

“He… I thought all his slaves were like me.”

“Oh, far from it. He owns a lot of human slaves as well. After all, someone has to interact with the public, conduct his interests in the real world. We only ever leave this place in a very limited number of circumstances.”

“What like… Er… Sir?”

“Have you ever been a dog?”

“To tell you the truth that side of things… It just seems silly to me, sir. Running around, playing with bones in a fake looking leather mask while a master tickles your tummy. I mean… I know some people see it as… well… something but…”

“What we have in store may change your opinion, Blank.”

“What? What do you mean, sir?”

“The dog suits we have… Every single one of us… Well, maybe not me and Beta this time, we’ve done it before and I think we’ve got enough dogs this time…”

“What for?”

“Oh, you’ll find out. I hope you love it as much as the rest of us. If the pleasure wasn’t enough to convince you, everything else including being a dog might. God, I hope Eleven gets back soon. We really need him this time.” M sagged a little. “Oh well, can’t be helped. In case you were wondering, Eleven was the one you chased into that alley. The injuries he suffered… And he still managed to make it all the way from Atlanta to New York to warn us and seek help.”

“But they said they killed him! They slit his throat!”

“Ah, that. Yes.” M reached under the table and placed a knife on the table. “The suit saved him. Try it.”

“Try what, sir?”

“Cut the suit. Anywhere you like. I recommend the hand or wrist.”

I did as I was told of course. I took the knife and sawed at my wrist. I reacted as I’d seen so many others did in the past.

“So… Fuck… I am? If this can’t cut it, what can?”

“Nothing. The suit is utterly indestructible using anything that wouldn’t kill the occupant.”

I sat back in my seat in mock shock. “So… This is really it? I’ll… Oh my god. I… And those tubes?”

“They’re part of the suit, Blank. Just as permanent, yes. And that plug. Everything you have inside you is not just for control as he said. It’s for protection. Protection to stop the chemicals we use on your skin from entering your body. Protection from the outside world.”

I deflated in the chair. “Sorry, sir. It’s still a lot to take on. I’ll never talk again! I’ll never see my face! I’m like this forever!” I started mock sobbing again.

He reached across the table, put his hand on my shoulder. “I know what it’s like, Blank. Trust me, you’ll adjust and learn to love it. I was forced into the suit against my will too. I wouldn’t want it any other way now.”

“When, sir?”

“Well over five years ago now.”

I sat bolt upright as if the reality of the situation had finally hit me.

M stood. “Twelve. You can conduct the interviews. I’ll take this one under my wing for now. It’s obviously taking it hard. Follow me, Blank. If you love bondage, you’re going to love what I show you next.”

I nodded and followed.

The elevator opened onto the dungeon and I stepped out, turned around on the spot and ran to look at everything.

“Blank. Sit.”

I turned and wandered back over to him. He sat on a bondage bench. I sat beside him.

“So, tell me what you think.”

I looked around in confusion. I shrugged.

He started to sign slowly. I resisted the urge to chuckle.

“T.h.a.t.s . w.h.y . I . a.s.k.e.d . . I.t.s , t.i.m.e . y.o.u . l.e.a.r.n.e.d . t.o . s.p.e.a.k.”

I nodded and fumbled. “I.t.s . t.h.e . b.e.s.t . d.u.n.g.e.o.n . I.v.e . e.v.e.r . s.e.e.n.”

M returned to his armband. “Good. You’re getting the idea. As you use it, you’ll speed up. Smaller gestures, faster movement, in the end you’ll be faster than using the laptop.”

“R.e.a.l.l.y . s.i.r?”

He signed properly. “Yes, very efficient communication method as long as you’re looking at the slave you’re talking to. Practice. When you’re in your cage tonight, talk to them. I’ll arrange for a couple of experienced slaves to be in each cell so you can pick it up better, as will all the others.”

I looked around, reduced the size and sped up. “Can you put me in something now, sir?”

“Oh, don’t worry. We will. Not just something. Everything. Every single thing. And we’ll test you to see how you react. You’re likely to find out things about yourself in here later and the way we test, there’s no way for a slave to lie.”

“Test how, sir?”

“We have a monitor, it connects to your cock.”

“Um… How, sir?” I wrapped on my chastity. “I was wearing this when I woke up, sir. Did you put it on?”

“No, you arrived in it. Unusual. Normally the slaves arrive without one. I suppose they must’ve had them supplied to the Atlanta store.”

”Have you got a key?”

M froze. “Damn, good point. I’d better go and ask. Have a look around. Any level but the top button. I advise you not to touch that. It’ll only shock you unless you’re authorised.”

“Thank you, sir.”

M ran to the elevator.

I waited until he’d gone before going to the elevator myself. I knew I’d be pushed in the Gym later too, so headed up to the rec room.

There were a few in there. I kept up the act. Nervous. Unsure what to do or where to go when a blank waved at me and I sidled over to it.

It was slow with the signing, but clearly had been taught how. I sat opposite and signed slowly in return.

“Y.o.u . l.o.o.k . a . b.i.t . m.o.r.e . n.e.r.v.o.u.s . t.h.a.n . t.h.e . r.e.s.t… Y.o.u.r.e . t.h.e . o.n.e . i.n . t.h.e . l.i.f.t . a.r.e.n.t . y.o.u?”

I leaned in more closely. “Y.o.u . o.n.e . o.f . t.h.e . n.e.w . o.n.e.s . t.o.o . t.h.e.n? . N?” I tried to make it look like a stutter.

“1.1.?” It glanced to the sides to see if anyone was looking and sped up. “You are aren’t you? Why did you put yourself through all that?”

“You missed the best part. Q had everything arranged for my cover story. Even had Dominic pose as my ex-master. Gave me to them. Drugged me before putting me into the suit so when I woke up this morning it was the first time I’d seen it and I came from Atlanta.”

“Atlanta? Fuck, so”

“I told M to fuck off… And Q before he played the video. Acted like I thought you were all terrorists.”

Blank shook with laughter. “Oh god, that’s a good one. They’ll never guess you’re you.”

“What about yours?”

“M’s never met me. I can use any old bollocks. Decided to tell the truth… Well, the pre-Q truth. I’ve been his a long time but before then…”

“So what do you think of my home?”

“What I’ve seen of it so far… I like it. Not a patch on the island of course but a hell of a lot better than what I was expecting.”

“Even better than that considering what’s to come. I’ll probably lose you again so, I’ll use the codename Brutus. I’ll try to be discrete about it though, but if I do, you’ll know it’s me.”

“How did you know I was me anyway? I can’t tell any difference between me and the rest. It feels really weird, being so…”

“Anonymous?”

It nodded.

“I love it. As for how. They’re all from America here… Or Canadian. I… can’t say I’ve ever spoken to the Canadians where the elevator entered the conversation. You called it a lift.”

“Thanks. I’ll try to be more… American from now on.”

“Either that or say you’re from England and stumbled onto a store while on vacat… holiday?”

“Thanks, Blank. I’ll stick to that one then.”

“Oh, what backstory did you tell Q? They have access to basic information on their armbands.”

“Damn. Good point. Taken in LA. Gained his attention and submitted for the background check at the Folsom street fair. Lived in Sacramento.”

“That was all?”

It nodded.

“Then you can still be a Brit. Just living there, working there on a temporary visa or something?”

“Damned good idea. So what happens next?”

“M told Twelve to conduct the interviews while he was dealing with me. He’s just gone to ask Q about my chastity.”

“Why?”

“No way he can get at my cock for the tumescence monitor. Evaluation in the dungeon.” I glanced under the table. “Did they put that one on you?”

It nodded. “Q said yours’d never come off. Somehow I doubt there’ll be a key to it here.”

I chuckled. “I wonder how he’ll handle it. Relying on me being honest opens me up to even more chances to make myself different from me. I was honest with the pleasure setting this time though.”

N shrugged.

I looked up to see another blank approaching and returned to the stumbling, larger gestures. “L.o.o.k.s . l.i.k.e . w.e.v.e . g.o.t . c.o.m.p.a.n.y.”

N looked over its shoulder and waved. It pointed at the chair beside it.

The blank nodded and sat. It looked at us and drew a question mark.

I did it extra large for its benefit. “M . t.o.l.d . m.e . . T.h.i.s . i.s . t.h.e . o.n.l.y . w.a.y . t.o . t.a.l.k . n.o.w.”

It pointed at its wrist.

“O.h . w.e . d.o.n.t . g.e.t . o.n.e . o.f . t.h.o.s.e . . W.e.r.e . j.u.s.t . b.l.a.n.k.s . . M.i.g.h.t . b.e . f.o.r . t.h.e . r.e.s.t . o.f . o.u.r . l.i.v.e.s . . T.h.e . i.d.e.a.s . g.r.o.w.i.n.g . o.n . m.e . . I.m . j.u.s.t . B.l.a.n.k . n.o.w . . I . l.i.k.e . it.”

God, it was slow. It thought about it, twiddling its fingers to itself as if practising in its head for a few minutes before replying.

“I.t.s . f.u.c.k.i.n.g . f.r.e.a.k.y! . H.o.w . c.a.n . I . t.e.l.l . w.h.o . I.m . t.a.l.k.i.n.g . t.o?”

I sped up a little, reduced the size. “You talk to them of course. We might all look the same on the outside but once you get to know a few blanks, a few words might be enough to identify each other. Shock of my life when I started talking to that one.” I pointed at N. “We met before. It even led me through Folsom on a leash wearing nothing but a collar and CB2000 a year ago.”

“S.h.i.t? R.e.a.l.l.y?”

N chuckled and nodded. “It’s a small world. Even smaller for the fringe communities like ours. Slaves? Masters? Not that many are there.”

“B.u.t . y.o.u . w.e.r.e . a . m.a.s.t.e.r? L.e.a.d.i.n.g . h.i.m . a.r.o.u.n.d?”

“It. We’re all its now. I was a switch. Now I’m a slave.”

“S.o . I . m.i.g.h.t . k.n.o.w . s.o.m.e.o.n.e . h.e.r.e . a.l.r.e.a.d.y?”

“Suppose it depends where you’re from. No idea about any of the rest yet.”

“M.i.s.s.i.s.s.i.p.p.i”

I shrugged.

“B.u.t…” It looked around. “H.o.w . d.o . I . k.n.o.w . o.n.e . o.f . t.h.e.m.s . n.o.t . a . n.i.g.g.e.r?”

Oh god. That type. “You’re blacker than any African I’ve ever seen. You have more in common with them than anyone now.”

“W.h.a.t . t.h.e . f.u.c.k . d.o.e.s . t.h.a.t . m.e.a.n? I.m . w.h.i.t.e!”

“Look at yourself. You’re black. Black as coal and it’ll never change.”

“B.u.t . m.y . s.k.i.n.s . w.h.i.t.e!”

“Prove it. Seriously, the only things we have to distinguish ourselves from each other is personality now. You’ll never know.”

“B.u.t . t.h.e.y.r.e…” It glanced around. “T.h.e.y.r.e . o.n.l.y . o.n.e . s.t.e.p . u.p . f.r.o.m . a.p.e.s!”

What is this moron? Ex-KKK? Might as well make its life much more uncomfortable.

“What the hell makes you superior? Their ancestors were stolen! Shipped by the thousand to America as slaves. Now, you’re a slave and soon, you’ll be transported out of America in the same way. You’ll die a slave just as most of them did. Why do you think you’re better than them?”

It stood so fast its chair toppled. “If you’re not a nigger, you’re a nigger lover!”

I sighed. “Fine then. If you feel so strongly. See that one over there?” I pointed at Twelve. He was interviewing a blank right now, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before others were called.

It looked and nodded.

“Tell him how you feel.”

“Him? Thought you said we were its.”

“He’s your superior. He’s named. You can consider him one of our masters. He’s interviewing right now, you’ll be called to him eventually. Tell him you want a white only cell if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

It slumped back into its seat. “Thanks… Sorry, what’s your name?”

“I told you my name. We’re all called Blank now. That’s what I’m sticking with. I like the anonymity.”

Slowly, it nodded. “Thanks Blank, then. Might as well get to know a few more.” It stood and wandered over to another group sat at a table half way down the room.

I collapsed into laughter, clutching my sides.

N looked at me and twiddled. “Why are you laughing? You advised that arsehole!? God, I’ve never seen anything like it and I came from south London!”

“Blank, I told it to tell Twelve how it feels. Ask for a white only cell!”

“So?”

“Twelve’s original name was Leroy.”

N began to shake with laughter too. “You mean…”

I nodded. “And I’m never going to admit to having spoken to that bigoted turd again either. It’ll never find the blank who gave it that advice.”

N nodded. “Oh, about Brutus as a codename…” It shook its head. “Make it Croydon. They might’ve seen the hunt. Recognise my dog name.”

“I’ll do that.”

“And I’ll use the codeword Clay to find you.”

“Why clay?”

“Mohamed Ali was a hell of a lot better than Mike Tyson.”

I nodded and gave it a thumbs up.

N looked at the ceiling. “What’s on B3?”

“Dungeon. Looks like it’s time for your evaluation.”

“Oh god, I’ve been looking forward to this.” It ran to the elevator.