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At the hospital, I was well treated. They removed my stitches without even asking me about it. I even got to see my family, who learned about my heroism. Of course, I didn’t tell them much, and officially, Simon was my master and boyfriend, not Dorothy. But overall, I was well treated.
“Wake up ! Breathe, Fight Susanna ! You can do it…”
I was slowly regaining conscience. Simon was yelling to wake me up while Mr. Grout was performing mouth to mouth resuscitation on me.
I heard him yell once the door was opened: he understood what was happening. He was screaming for the person who was robbing him.
We left Simon’s apartment. I hoped we wouldn’t meet his mother, but they reassured me that she was exceptionally in the city: this is why they choose that day.
Life was finally exactly like I wanted. I was totally enslaved by Dorothy, a wonderful woman and mistress.
Just as I was usually naked except when Dorothy wanted me to dress up, Simon was forced to stay entirely without clothes, but of course, cannot remove his chastity belt.
Eventually, after two days of such intensive sex with my new wonderful master, Dorothy went to see Simon who was now on a pile of feces and urine because he had been tied to the bed for so long. She untied him, had him clean himself and throw away the sheet with its mess and report to her afterward.
The next morning, Dorothy and I talked about the events at lengths.
She admitted she never even considering having sex with a woman, but now she thought she was truly in the process of falling in love with me. Strangely she liked the idea of not having me as a girlfriend, but rather as a slave. She liked the idea of having someone blindly following her every orders faithfully and enjoying to please her for the sake of pleasing her.
We left Simon behind and went to my room. Dorothy and I were both naked and judging by Dorothy erect nipples, both very excited. On the bed, we lied next to ex-other, with Dorothy tucking her head on my stomach. I gently stroke her hair while she began crying.
Eventually, she signaled me to get out of the room; she left Simon there, but put a bathrobe on.
We went in the lobby, where she gave me instructions. She then called Jeff to join us.
Dorothy quickly enough found her way back to me after leaving Simon in the bath.
“Now little bitch, what are we going to do with you?”
This morning, I slowly opened the door to my master’s room: Often, he would sleep longer than I did, and I was forbidden to wake him up. But this time, he was already all dressed up formal, wearing a nice shirt and a nice tie. Read More…
After a few days, my labia was back to normal but to say that I was back to being a normal girl would have been exaggerated.
After the fellatio, Simon called for breakfast and we ate in his living room simply happy to be together.
The next day, Simon and I talked. He agreed to become my master and treat me as his slave. He made me try some of the woman clothes he had, but none of the bra fitted, and none of the dresses or pants. Simon finally decided to keep me naked at all times.
When he stood up, I grabbed him with one arm and untied my bathrobe with the other. Being in the state of unbalance, he fell on the bed, lying on his back. I stood up, let the bathrobe fall of the floor, and threw myself naked at him.
I woke up late in the morning, not having slept for a while. I checked the sutures once more, and it felt really weird.
Jeff opened the door. I was so happy to see him.
He untied me from the table. After countless days, I was free from the mistress.
Yet another dinner eaten alone in the little dinning room. At least if I could eat with Katryn and Jeff, instead, the only human contact I had was thru a chirping intercom. Unfortunately, when I was the most alone, during the day, Jeff and Katryn were doing their chores. And when they were available, my Master would be there.
Over the next following days, routine slowly settled in. I had started watching the movies. The video games, however, were quite old.
I felt asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but I clearly knew how I was woken up:
I was hit strongly on the side by a cane, leaving a long red mark.
All the work made me hungry, and according to my master’s clock, it was noon: I felt tired, probably because I lacked energy.
The next morning, my master woke up disoriented.
“You know Susanna; you gave me a lot of nice dreams tonight. I dreamed we were alone on the beach, making love all day”
The mirrored door opened, showing him with his bath robe. He ordered me to close my eyes, and I heard him entering slowly the water.
Not too long after Jeff left, I heard another set of footsteps. A man was grumbling “Oh, what are you up to this year”. I heard the lock open. The cover was lifted, I jumped on my feet and French kissed the old man, presumably my master. I thought that he would like the idea.
In the Morning, I woke up first: This time, she was the one spooning me. She had her delicate hand between my naked breasts. She was holding me so tight that I could feel her small nipples hitting trough the fabric of her night gown against my back.
I waited a few minutes, and I heard the door open behind me.
A middle-aged woman started talking
“So here is the little bitch I just bought”
In the transition room, I signed the official slave contract as a Class S slave, defining me as property and stripping me of all rights except those in the contract. The contract is standard. I got confirmation of money transfer, and like all class S slave, was required to take a 2 years Prevar injection. I had already received a small dose in the past, but this one disoriented me a little.
While in route to the set, different videos of Olivia during the private room session were shown. I didn’t know they were filmed. I guess it was to help bring the bidding. She was described a little, and suddenly she appeared on stage. Read More…
My parents had calmed down about my class choice, but were still very emotional. The 19th birthday of any child is generally highly emotional because it is the day parents lose their him or her to official adulthood. Furthermore, for two years, I will not be able to talk to them unless one of us gets sick, thought generally, slaves are allowed to call their parents on their 20th birthday to give them news. Read More…
Finally, I was 19. I woke up for the last time in my bed. Tonight, I would be sleeping in my new house; probably in bed with my new master. I was so excited. Read More…
When I woke up, I was disoriented. Waking up in my bed was really frightening. I was awoken up by my alarm clock, which was very strange compared to being waked up by a human being.
My father was next. He came rushing in.
“Is it true? You want to become a whore?”
“No dad, I don’t want to become a whore. I simply decided that the best way to serve my two years term was as a class S slave”
[Note from the Author. Between Chapter 5 and Chapter 6 is the serie”Slave Academy” yet to be published. All you need to know for now about those missing chapters is that Susanna spent a month at Atkinson Academy for Slaves.]
I can’t say I really slept well that night. I tossed and turned until I decided to take matters in my own hands.
Eric and I saw each other a lot more on the following days at school, often holding hands or kissing in a corner at recess. Read More…
So, I had a few weeks to get myself a boyfriend and lose my virginity in a romantic way. Read More…
Years passed since I first learned that I was, like my friends, going to become a slave. We all learned in school the different laws and regulations about it, and even got some obedience training, which I found particularly boring. Read More…
Like all the other kids, when I first learned that slavery was not only legal in our country, and that each and every one of us would serve a two years obligatory service, I was terrified. Read More…