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A Special Day In The Life Ch. 04

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I grimly remember some of the forced exercises for new slaves from my early days of training. I stand like a fashion model, one knee slightly forward, hip cocked a bit, trying to look sexy. They're both fems but Nancy seems to love Her lingerie and must be the bitch, or maybe more of 'The Princess'." Just watching Them is torture for me. She presses another button and I hear a screech like feedback from the buds in my ears. Long ago I was trained to make one noise for "yes," two for "no." That's how slaves can reply when gagged. I whimper as my clit is pressed between the two nubs just a bit too lightly. The screws twitch inside me.

My Training In Prison

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I will never forget how I entered the cell, naked, cuffed being my back, and saw the other slave in the cell, 18 like me, smaller, with a nice face, not a very muscular body, an average sized dick, shaved hair. If he doesn't follow the training protocol showed every day on the screen, or if he is outpowered and cuffed by the submissive at any time during detention, he will be turned into a submissive himself and sentenced to 100 years of slavery. The other guy spit again in my face, and said he didn't have the choice, that I had to obey and train me because he didn't want to become a slave like me.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 05

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The little nubs on either side of my clit that were squeezing me every couple seconds start to wobble around in slow circles constantly, rubbing my clit, just like fingering it non-stop. All of that bubbled and simmered in the background of my mind in the moment while I rub my gagged hooded face against Mistress Carolyn's foot. I drop the vacuum and hair dryer on the carpet and run back to the kitchen... I run back to the front of the settee and fall to my knees, sorta slidin to a stop by the spill and broken glass... The things within me twirl their teeny eighth of a twist, my clit is squeezed, my vision blurs, I try to gasp but there's NO AIR!!!!!

A Special Day in the Life Ch. 00

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Women domesticate animals, begin farming, form language, and sew clothes so that all humanity survives the ice age. 10,000 to 4000 BC: Men are stupid, only making more walls, weapons, and wars. A slave with incredible powers of persuasion begins international trade, scientific advancement, exploration of the world simply by flattering the men who own her. 1000 to 1500 AD: Men are stupid, having destroyed art, trade, and science. The secret society known as the Daughters of Rhodopis just barely manage to quietly suggest and prod the men who think they rule the world into some semblance of civilization. There are several secret strongholds of The Alliance around the world to conduct business, train slaves, and continue to promote the advance of civilization.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 07

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So each girl has two heavy chains pulling down on the front ring of her collar. Every class, every single time a Mistress uses a slave, the girl is graded. Probably being taken to scrub grease pits in the kitchens or clean litter pans in the cells of higher grade slaves. She probably even sees I've been given a very generous foot of ankle chain and guesses I do not belong with the slaves She's herding. It was not long before another chain of slave girls was being driven by. I consciously sway my hips as I walk so the high slaves behind us do not think I'm a low girl.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 02

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We were all trained like this in our first months with many whiplashes and cattle prod jolts until we stand, walk, kneel perfectly. We are trained to always look like simmering sex on a low boil. I don't dare turn my head to look but keep my eyes straight ahead like we're supposed to. The blond guard goes to hand my leash to the Mistress but something's wrong. She stands with Her fists on Her hips, legs spread wide in a threatening stance, and glares at the guards. I stand straight, shoulders back, hip cocked coyly, tits held high like i'm supposed to. She slowly walks around me, looking me up and down like a questionable piece of meat or a high milage used car.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 01

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Our chains are only about three feet long so we get to be pretty good buddies this way. I hear Sally beg with the proper fake cheerfulness, "Good morning Mistresses!" This slave begs to ask how she may serve today please?" A couple whiplashes later, Sally is fifth in line behind me. Still chained collar to collar, about three feet apart, we are poked and prodded, lashed and zapped toward a trough of goo laying on the stone floor. After about five minutes The Big Bitch always yells "KNEEL UP!" Of course we stop eating immediately and settle back on our heels, good posture with tits out, hands still folded behind our backs.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 12

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Mistress Carolyn smiles, turns and lays Her other gloved hand over Nancy's hands that are on Her arm. By serving always from the left, I'm now between the two Mistresses, Carolyn to my right, Nancy to my left. It takes a minute to make out what the words are They're so drunk, but I realize right away that the tune is just like "99 bottles of beer on the wall." Standing arm in arm to hold each other up, swaying, almost falling face down on the floor They sing... The Mistresses chat about controlling world events, assassinations, the weather, redecorating Their rooms, shoe sales, all sorts of things, and then the conversation seems to turn to some pet Nancy wants!

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 10

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"Grade 6 girls could carry more on their backs," I think but I know they're not allowed in The Great Hall unleashed. One looks rather like the hood ornament of a Rolls Royce, the famous "Spirit of Ecstacy," sometimes also called "The Flying Lady." That steel sculpture has the girl standing leaning way forward, her arms held out straight back, her tits stick straight out and high in front. Another chrome steel sculpture has a girl inside with her body bent over backwards in an arch, tummy up, just her fingertips and toes on the floor, her pussy thrust high up in the air. Most of the time, we get the drink and kneel, offering it up to the Domme with our hands as high as our chains allow.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 03

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I twist my hands a bit in my manacles wondering if I'm going to be unshackled. She lifts my arms to close the other pretty light cuff around my left wrist before She removes my other heavy manacle. The Clitoris Alliance "Restraint Technology & Fashion Team" makes oodles of outfits, mainly for slaves, that are beautiful but also full of motorized sex toys. It will all still be held tight against you because it is tight rubber of course but the girl wearing those will feel like washin machine agitators are in her butt and cunt. How about that?" I think in amazement, "i'm totally 100% covered in slick shiny black rubber, latex, patent leather!" I actually feel proud that I must look totally hot.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 13

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Girls are let out of the steel sculptures and lick the feet of their Mistresses in gratitude. Four Guards are still drinking and singing and wobbling around all goofy-like on Their stiletto heels even though the feast ended. This slave begs 'Mistress wine' from You please. As Mistress unlocks my anklets and wrist cuffs, I look at the cage. The carpet is like six feet long and three feet wide, looks an inch thick. I quickly slide around to kneel at Her feet, the palms of my hands alongside of my head on the smooth marble floor. Soon I'm asleep, happily dreaming of a golden collar and shackles like fine jewelry that only ONE Mistress can unlock.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 08

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I'm walking on air as I heel the Mistress back to Her chain of girls. I do it three times, then swirl my tits and hips in slow circles just waving my arms above my head like tall grass in a light breeze. I spot a sign on the wall "Mistress Matilda's Slave Spa" with a picture of a girl in a hairdresser's chair, except she's manacled to it. Joan and Matilda kiss like just friends, which I think is sweet, and Mistress Joan turns to walk out. "Wipe that look off your face slave," Mistress Matilda commands. Mistress Matilda walks up and clicks my collar around my neck below the steel plates.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 06

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Turning my head to look around, I see I'm laying on my left side, hogtied with shackles on the floor of the two Mistress' sitting room. Mistress Nancy slides Her hands under the back of Her skirt, bends gracefully at the knees, sits on the edge of the settee. "Slave, you may feed," Mistress Carolyn says nicely. Mistress Nancy bends down to lay my hair out of the way, strokes and caresses it. As I'm carefully licking the plate totally clean, I feel one of Them unlock my leash from the ring on the settee. Mistress Nancy joins Her, closes the door behind Her. Carolyn and Nancy walk away, down the corridor holding hands.

A Special Day In The Life Ch. 11

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I'm jealous that server girls greet Mistress Carolyn and Mistress Nancy and I can't, but of course that's the way it's set up. I bow low and kiss Mistress Carolyn's boots. I can't help saying,"May this slave beg to say That You look gorgeous Mistresses?" That's not a usual thing to say but I must say it. "The white wine just must be for Mistress Nancy," I think. I told you she's something special," She says to Mistress Carolyn with a smile. The High Priestess then bows to Mistress Jane, turns and leads Her procession out of The Great Hall. This is what runs through the mind of a trained slave girl as she silently kneels chained to a table leg to serve.