2019-08-16 - spike - The New Shop 128

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 128
Date: 16 August 2019

Chapter 128
“So, how did you like it, boy?”

“I love the suit, it feels amazing, but… Why couldn’t I speak? Why did I suddenly go blind and deaf?”

“I blackened your goggles and turned off your ears because I wanted a private conversation with your master. The suit we’re getting you out of offers total control of a slave. As for why you couldn’t speak, this suit guarantees utter obedience and my master prefers his slaves to remain silent.”

“But”

“No, no buts. You asked your master to take ownership of you. You gave yourself to him and asked him to train you to be a good, obedient slave. Correct?”

The boy’s head sank to his chest. He nodded.

“Well, stop looking so miserable. My master is the best there is and our training facilities are second to none. You’ll be a true slave by the time you’re returned to your master, boy. You’ll be on your knees to him begging for more. That is what you wanted isn’t it?”

“It’s just not what I expected. I didn’t know”

I interrupted him. “Slavery means giving up all your old preconceptions, boy. You are not in control anymore. You need to learn that. To learn to let go. I know it’s difficult, but once you have. Once you’ve learned to submit fully, as I have, you’ll never be happier.”

“Really?”

“I am a slave. It’s what I’ve become over the past year or so. It’s my natural state of being now. It didn’t used to be, believe me. You’ll learn and we’ll be the ones to help with that journey, once you arrive for your training for entry into the races. Just think, boy. There are benefits to being a slave.”

“Like?”

“What did you worry about? Before you gave yourself to your master?”

“Oh, the usual. My job. Paying my bills, rent. Sometimes even what to do on a Friday night.”

I turned to the master. “How deeply do you wish to take him, sir? Do you allow him possessions? Or does everything you allow him to use still belong to you?”

The master stared at me. “Seriously?”

“How can a slave own anything, sir? He belongs to you, so by default, everything he owned before you, becomes your property. It’s what a true slave is. It’s a freedom very few people experience. Freedom from worries about bills and property. I own nothing, less than nothing in fact, considering I don’t even own my own body or mind anymore. I gave myself to my master just as he did but I knew exactly what I was getting into. Now, get out of the suit, boy.”

I could see the worry the moment he pulled the mouth over his head and started inching the suit down past his shoulders. “I never expected anything so extreme!”

“Boy, you used to worry about the things most people do. Boring, mundane crap, making this decision or that, can I afford this or that? A slave? None of that concerns you anymore. You never have another decision to make, only orders to follow. The only worry you have remaining is how best to make your master happy. Once you accept that, once that becomes the core truth of your life, once you’ve let go of your old life completely and committed yourself fully to your owner… Trust me. I’ve never been happier.”

The boy grinned as the last of the suit came off. He folded it neatly and put it on the chair. “Thank you, sir. Seems I’ve got a lot more to think about than I thought I did.”

I nodded. “Now, go and watch those race videos. See what you’ve got to look forward to.”

The boy turned to his master. “Sir?”

“Do it, boy.”

“Thank you, sir.” He bolted out of the room.

“You’re pretty new to this too, sir. I can tell.”

The master nodded. “Oh, I’ve taken on slaves for a night or two here and there, even a week once or twice, but… This is the first long term one.”

“The first true slave, you mean? All the rest were just subs playing a game?”

He nodded.

“You do understand that you have a commitment to him too, don’t you, sir?”

“Of course. I provide for him. Feed him. Clothe him when necessary, not that it’s very often.”

“There’s more to it than that, sir. What provisions have you set in place should something occur that means you couldn’t support him anymore. Something that forced you to let him go?”

The master’s expression changed from one of confidence to one of doubt. “Shit. What would you suggest?”

“I can think of two options, depending on whether you choose to give him back his freedom or ensure he never knows freedom again, sir. For the first option, a high interest trust fund. Instead of spending any money he possessed before giving himself to you, set it aside and add to it out of your own pocket every month. So if he does regain his freedom, he won’t be forced out onto the street. A slave retirement fund, if you like.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

I nodded. “One of the main reasons more potential slaves don’t take on the role permanently is a paranoia that they may be abandoned in the future leaving them with nothing. I met a slave that happened to. One of my master’s. He found his place with him, but before that he had a very bad experience. Months of servitude only to be kicked out and replaced with another, younger slave. He had nothing and it took him years to get back on his feet, sir. It was a major knock to his confidence too.”

“What kind of a bastard would do that?”

“The point is, there are, as you said, bastards out there like that. Drain a slave for all he’s worth and then dump him and get another. Of course, it’s a lot more difficult to get away with that kind of thing with social media but when it happened to that slave, social media was in its infancy. No warnings on the web about that master’s actions.”

“What did you mean by the second option? Ensure he never knows freedom again?”

“Simple, sir. He is your property to do with as you see fit. Heaven forbid it ever happens but if it does, ownership includes the right to give him away to another master and my master is always looking for new slaves. He has a very large project to complete. Any slave my master takes will, like me, never be free. We’re slaves for life, sir.”

“And it’s really that good?”

“A better life than I ever dreamed possible, sir.”

He chuckled. “I’m almost tempted to give myself.”

“Well, if you choose to do that, my master has a policy. He has accepted ownership of other masters and their slaves before now, sir. It would mean an instant increase in rank if your boy was included, sir. He delegates a lot and higher ranking slaves such as myself have much more responsibility than the lowest.”

“I was only joking but… Hmmm… Oh well, I’d better get out there. Make sure he’s not running amok. Thanks for all the advice though… err… I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“Artemis, sir.”

“Artemis? That’s an odd one.”

“As I’m one of the best hunters, sir, my master thought it appropriate.”

“He named you? What about the name before Artemis?”

“Eleven, sir.”

“And before that?”

“Blank, sir. The name he assigns to all the slaves of the lowest rank, sir.”

“And before that?”

“Before that, I was a free man, sir. I promised my master when I gave myself to him that I would never utter or respond to that name again, sir. Giving a slave a new name is a good way to force him to realise he’s no longer what he was, sir. Might get it through his thick skull that he isn’t his own person anymore. I believe it has a significant psychological impact, a loss of identity.”

“Looks like I’ve got a lot to learn, and a lot to look forward to. I never realised being a master could be so complicated. Thank you, Artemis. I’ve never talked to anyone about it from a slave’s perspective before. Thought it was just ordering him about and whipping him occasionally.”

“As a punishment or reward, sir?”

“Hmm?”

“Slaves who disobey should be punished and if he likes being whipped, you need to find something he hates to use against him.”

Another laugh, this one, a full belly laugh. “You’re right. I’d never thought of that either. Any suggestions?”

“We don’t know him yet, sir. All slaves who pass through our doors go through the same process though, and that includes a full dungeon evaluation and we have a dungeon you’d boggle at. During that evaluation, there are no limits. Everything in there that’s possible is done to them. We measure how much they enjoy it by sensing how engorged their cocks become. If it withers, it’s a dislike or hate, if it grows, it’s a like or love. We’ll give you a detailed report when he’s returned to you.”

“So he’ll get weeks of training, an evaluation, a suit, entry into the races and even a sort of insurance policy in case something bad happens that… I thought it was expensive when I first heard about it, but it’s becoming better value for money the more I hear about it.” He shook my hand. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” He opened the door and was gone.

A few minutes disinfecting the suit’s cock tube, plug and tail, then back out to the bar.

Maybe this time, I’d get a chance to see some of the races but no. The moment I sat at the bar, another one approached.

“I noticed you lead that slave and his master away and then the master and a dog came out. Can anyone try it?”

“Of course, sir. We’re here to promote the races. Part of that is giving people a chance to try it out.”

“Please, it looks awesome!”

“It is, sir. I do have to ask you, first of all”

“Ask me what?”

“Do you need to ask anyone for permission to play?”

“No.”

“No master or dom in the wings who might be annoyed to learn you’ve been doing things behind their back?”

He sighed. “I wish. But there aren’t any masters. Not real ones.”

“Oh, there are, sir. There are a hell of a lot more slaves than masters though, so… I suppose that might be why you’ve never found one. Follow me.” I hit mute and tapped away in silence. “Alpha, sir. We’ve got a potential. Moonbeam, come.”

“OK Arty, on my way. Moonbeam’s with me.”

In the cubicle, close the door. “Now, strip. Everything off. Any piercings?”

“Nah.”

“Good.”

He was in the chair when Alpha and the dog arrived. Brace in place and just about to be tubed up. I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Sir, if you could get Moonbeam out, I’ll finished off here.” I returned my attention to the slave, or at least, potential one. “It’s all part of the suit, sir. The other two who tried it before you got the same.”

He blinked and from the tension on his restraints, I could tell he’d tried to nod.

By the time I was done, plug included, Moonbeam was out and with a little help from Alpha this time, we got him into the dog. I deselected him to speak to Alpha.

“Sir, I think best idea… Don’t do anything until the door’s closed. Then change and take his wallet to Luke, while we’re in the parking lot.”

Alpha nodded.

I applied the tail and pointed at the mirror.

His tail shot up in surprise when he saw himself, then started to wag. “I know. You like it don’t you? You can’t hide anything as a dog, your emotions are an open book thanks to the tail.”

The tail shot up again and wagged even faster.

A little instruction with the jaw, how to walk and we were on our way.

We were only half way around the lot when Q’s voice entered my ears. “First potential, Artemis. I’m surprised you’ve not had more by now.”

“Sorry, sir. The first two were already owned, sir. This one’s response to “do you have a master you need to ask permission from?” replied “I wish”, sir.”

“I see… I’m afraid it’s a reject. Let him out.”

“A reject, sir? Prison, sir?”

“Not in this case, no. It didn’t take long to search the fetish sites before his name popped up, repeatedly. Over two dozen times in the past year.”

I sighed. “What did he do?”

“He’s a time waster. Almost constant no-shows and the ones he did show up at, he used the master’s end this now safe word before he’d even been there half an hour. Then complained about the master being too rough, not honouring his limits, etc. The fetish community sees through his bullshit though. Too many times with the same thing and too many other slaves leaping to the defence of the masters he’s slurred.”

“Seems to me, sir, it’ll be doing the fetish community a great service, removing him from circulation, sir.”

“Seriously?”

“We don’t have an “I want to end it now” safe word. Once in, never out, sir. We can train him. He did say he wanted a master. This one, he won’t be able to end. Seems to me it’s about time.”

Q sighed. “OK. But I’ll make this one your personal project. If he proves to be insufficient you know what happens to him.”

“I know, sir. Sold.”

“Yes, quite. I’ll have to consider a punishment for you too, should you fail. You do understand that?”

“Yes, sir. I’m prepared to take the risk, sir.”

“Very well. Take him. I’ll inform Alpha to check if any of his possessions were checked in and if so, take them, dispose of them and move his car should he have one.”

“Sir, any further documentation Alpha finds…”

“Hmm… Could come in useful, yes. Everything but documentation, then. Good thought.”

I nodded and continued around the parking lot. A few games of ball which the dog was clearly beginning to enjoy.

“Right, boy. I think it’s time you had a dog name. Don’t you?”

He looked up at me. His tail wagging.

“How does Boomer sound?”

The wagging slowed.

“Not too keen on that one, eh? Blackie? Rusty?”

The tail increased in speed.

Then I had an idea… “How about… Loki?” Perfect name for this one.

The tail sped up even more.

“Loki it is then. I think you’ve got to grips with walking. Pretty good too. How would you like to spend some time playing with the other dogs on the dance floor? No one will ever know you’re in there.”

I chuckled to myself. No one will ever know you’re you again.

I selected the other dogs. “We’ve got our newest acquisition. He’ll be joining you soon. The dog is no longer Moonbeam. Keep him occupied for the rest of the night.”

The moment I was by the bar, I unclipped his leash, leaving the collar in place and pointed. The dog walked over and the fun began. The dogs surrounded him and began to play.

I nodded in satisfaction as he began to join in on the rough and tumble.

“Drink, Arty?”

“Thanks, Luke. I might as well have a beer. One in a bottle.”

“Any preference?”

“Apart from the strength, I makes no difference to me anymore. No taste, remember.”

“That one’s trouble. You realise that?”

“You know him?”

“I know of him. Every single person in the state hates his guts.”

I nodded. “Q said the same. Time waster extraordinaire, lying about masters. A troll and a game player. Well, it’s the last time anyone will ever see his face again. He’s out of circulation. He said he wished he had a master. Careful what you wish for.”

“Good. Bet it’ll scare the shit out of him to find out he’s finally got what he pretended he wanted. Do you think you can handle him?”

“We’ve turned complete vanillas into willing slaves, Luke. Dixon, Slasher, Bandit, Duke. I think we can handle a troll.”

Blank joined me and Luke gave him a bottle too. He was wearing alpha’s uniform, apart from the hood.

“I was surprised, Blank.”

“What about, sir?”

“You were vehemently against taking people tonight and yet, you offered the extra dogs suggestion.”

It nodded. “You were right, sir. A slave has no right to question a superior. Do as you’re told. If that makes me a criminal, what are they going to do, imprison me?”

I chuckled. “I suppose you might like real prison. One thing’s certain. They’d be in for a shock of they tried to slash you. Don’t worry though, they won’t… hang on…” I pointed at someone in a cop uniform. Kowalski. “That’s a face I recognise.”

“Oh, shit. Sir!”

“Don’t panic, Blank. Moonbeam’s playing with the other dogs, just as he was an hour ago. You’re assisting, just as I am. He didn’t see anything and he won’t. I only recognised him because he turned away from the screen when the credits rolled. How much have I missed anyway?”

“Only two episodes, sir.”

“Damn.”

“One of them just covered the training, only one day of the races.”

I nodded. “I bet I won’t get to see much of it tonight. At least we’ve not had any temps to deal with yet.”

Luke smirked. “I told them not to approach you until two, Artemis. Figured you’d be busy before then.”

“Thanks for that, at least. If it makes you feel any better, Blank… That one… Total waste of time and a scourge on the fetish community. We’ve done the world a favour.”

“Scourge, sir?”

Luke prodded Blank, signed. “See for yourself” and handed over his phone.

Blank scrolled through and its shoulders began to shake with laughter. It turned to me. “You’re right. You’ll probably get a sainthood, taking that one, sir.”

“God I hope not. Not for a very long time at least. After all, you need to be dead to be a saint.”

The final credits rolled off the screen, the music began to play and the crowd began to disperse.

I wandered over to Kowalski. Even though he was still in uniform, looking more closely, he’d removed his badge and number. “Come to see what you’ve got to look forward to?”

He turned and his eyes widened. “Oh shit. Sorry, I… Did you say something?”

I hit repeat and held my armband to his ear.

“Yes! Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the music!”

“And what do you think, so far?” again, I held my armband to his ears.

“It’s certainly different! How the hell do you do it!?”

I sighed. I thought I might need these eventually. I plucked a pack of the temporary earplugs from my sleeve and ripped it open. “Put these in.”

“What?”

I pointed at my ears.

He nodded and did so, so I pointed my fob at him and hit cancellation mode.

His eyes widened. “How did”

“Noise cancellation. Anything entering your ears gets inverted, cancelling out the sound… Apart from this.” I prodded my armband. “Good, eh?”

“Amazing! Have you just arrived? I would’ve thought you’d stick out even here.”

“I was taking a dog for a walk.”

“What?”

“We’re letting the patrons try it. Already walked three of them around the parking lot.”

“As dogs?”

“Of course.”

He gulped and suddenly looked a lot less sure of himself.

“Let me guess. You’re mustering up the courage to ask if you can.”

“Might as well see what I’m letting myself in for.”

“Come through to the back. If you like, you could start your time with us now rather than in the morning.”

“I… think I’ll see what it’s like first.”

“OK. I’ll ask you when we’ve been around the parking lot a few times. If you nod, you stay a dog until we get home. Shake your head, and I’ll let you out and you can join us in the morning. How does that sound?”

“I’ll go with that.”

Another one led to the cubicle. This time, I unpacked a temp suit. We’d got a couple spare, just in case.

I held up the suit. “I think you can guess what comes first.”

“Strip?”

“Completely, yes.”

“Can you…” he pointed at the floor and drew a circle.

“You’re not the first naked man I’ve seen y’know. It’s no different to gym changing rooms.”

“I suppose so.”

I demonstrated how to get it on while he undressed and a minute later, he was in… Well most of him was.

I pointed at the mirror. “Now. Feel the suit, officer. Feel how good it is.”

He brushed his chest and froze. Then went wild, caressing himself for another minute. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“See why we perverts like dressing this way now?”

“Fuck! If I knew about this five years ago I doubt I would’ve had time to even think about the police!”

“So you understand why I’m happy in this?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I had no idea something could feel this good. Screw it. I agree. I’ll join you tonight.”

“If you’d care to take a seat, we’ll finish you off then.” I nodded at the bondage chair.

“What’re all those straps for?”

“Bondage of course. For the next part, I need to keep you immobile.”

“This is one of those uncomfortable bits you warned me about isn’t it?”

“Yes, but it’s only a brief discomfort. The real ones come later. And no, I won’t tell you what they are, yet. Just look on the bright side. You’ll be bouncing around like a spring chicken having gone through it when your partner’s still suffering.”

“Might as well get it over with. Do it. Whatever it is.”

I strapped him down. “Open wide.”

I could see the panic in his eyes as the tubes went up his nostrils, they widened even more when I presented him with the tube for his windpipe. Finally the stomach tube was in place and I threaded the gag up and towards his mouth.

“Now, stick out your tongue. There’s a sleeve in this gag to hold it in place and before you think this is just me having some fun at your expense, I have the same. It’s necessary when you live in a suit like this for more than a day or so. It prevents our cleaning solutions from being swallowed. Everything about the suit has more than one purpose. A lot of it is for your own safety and well-being.”

His shoulders slumped a little as his tongue emerged and wormed its way into its prison.

Seal the goggles in place, nose plugs and tubes and in this ones case, I did fill the bulbs and gag. He was ours for weeks. He had agreed after all.

One final manipulation. Cock and balls in place.

I unstrapped him and the moment he was free he grabbed me by my tie and pointed at his cock.

I held my hand up and pointed at my armband.

His shoulders slumped again and he released me.

“Did you want to spend the next few weeks pissing down your leg, officer?”

He shook his head.

”That needed to go in so you can do it normally. Now, I suggest you bend over and close your eyes for the next part.”

He drew a question mark.

“Believe me. Best you don’t know.”

When the plug went in, my god did he jump but with a few deft swipes with the sealant gun it was secured in no time and I pointed at the mirror again.

“Before you think of grabbing me again, yes, the plug is one of the things that causes discomfort. The tubes do too but you’ll be fine for a few hours until the anaesthetic wears off. Then you’ll start to feel it, but you’ll be in our home by then.” I picked up the dog suit. “Now for this.”

Another ten minutes and another dog. Let him find his paws, then play with the dogs. The moment I’d unleashed him, I tapped on my armband again.

“Sir, we’ll have four temp suited slaves to deal with. This one, segregated.”

“I’ve reviewed your half of the conversation. Officer? One of the cops?”

“Kowalski, sir. He agreed to join us early the moment he realised how good the suit felt.”

“Don’t take his clothing with you. I’ll instruct Luke to take it home. Just to be on the safe side.”

“You think there might be some kind of tracker hidden away?”

“Well, they did try to follow you when you left the station. It is a possibility.”

“Yes, sir. Understood.”

“The next three you demonstrate to, release, no matter their potential. We need witnesses and you need to give Alpha time to return. Then you’re free to take some again.”

“Yes, sir.”