A Slave under Contract Ch. 04

We entered the fitting room and Alessa asked permission for me to stand, which was granted. My leash was detached and I was guided to the dais and told to stand still, with hands behind my back. Alessa knelt before my mistresses and handed them a pad, which let them order up rails of clothing and equipment from the stockroom. The stock robots arrived minutes later and Alessa busied herself getting things ready.

"Mistresses, would you like this occasion to be filmed?"

"Oh yes!" said Hailey. "All of it, please."

"Public or private, mistress?"

"Oh... Hmmm... Public. Let's share him with the world."

"Just so, mistress."

The room's cameras clicked on and started broadcasting what was happening. Hailey tagged the stream to my public profile, making sure anyone who knew me could be notified to watch. Alessa started to measure me, bustling around me with an old-fashioned cloth tape, and measuring every inch of my body.

"You have such a cute physique, slaveboy. I could just eat you up, young man."

Alessa's measuring had really got me hot and bothered, and my cock twitched and strained in its cage, which seemed to constrain me more and more as the weeks went by. Eve and Hailey laughed at my predicament, teasing me mercilessly as Alessa's hands ran all across my body. When she was done, she entered my measurements into the pad and the clothes rails lit up to highlight the right items.

"What would the boy's owners like him to try first?" asked Alessa.

"Hotpants, slavegirl," said Hailey.

Alessa handed me the first of ten pairs of leather and PVC hotpants, all cut to expose my cock at all times. These were red leather, just like Alessa's boots and gloves. I struggled into them, with Alessa helping me get them tight around my buttocks. I moved around in them on the dais, testing the fit, which was perfect.

"Turn around and show your owners how they look from behind."

"Yes, miss."

"Good boy," said Eve – again I felt the rush of contentment - "now bend forward, slowly. Oh, your tight little slave bottom looks so delicious in those. Skintight clothes make a boy look so owned, don't you think?"

Hailey nodded. I let my body bend forward, facing away from my mistresses, slowly thrusting out my bottom towards them. Arching my back, I tried to get my upper body lower and lower, then held my pose until my muscles started to shake. Eve and Hailey giggled and clapped.

"Good show, slaveboy!" said Hailey. "Keep it up and you might get a reward, you slutty boy. We'll buy a pair of those."

Alessa nodded, then got me naked again and squeezed me into more pairs of hotpants. My mistressess bought black leather, brown leather, red, white and black pvc, transparent and mesh. Halfway through fitting the hotpants, Hailey ordered up a slavegirl from Madame's retinue to pleasure her while she watched. Eve kept her eyes fixed on me.

"Mistresses," said Alissa, "what should he model next."

"Boots, slavegirl," said Eve.

They chose some short black leather boots, some cowboy boots, and some red leather boots with a kitten heel. Next were some fetish hoods, which could completely cut me off from seeing and hearing anything around me. Red and black leather – Hailey chose those herself. I felt more helpless than ever when wearing them.

"Show us some tops now, slavegirl," said Eve.

I was put into a figure-hugging set of leather tops, the same colours as before. Eve chose tops in plain colours, and Hailey added in some bright pink and white PVC ones with slogans on - 'Slutboy', 'Pretty Mouth', 'Strapon Sucker', 'Spank Me' - you get the idea. They added a few more in mesh and a tuxedo top too, complete with bowtie. It was evident that trousers weren't going to be needed.

"The only thing left is harnesses, mistresses."

"Show us those," said Eve, sitting up and suddenly paying me even more attention.

"All the harnesses we carry are available in a variety of sizes and come in basic or adaptive forms."

"I want adaptive only."

"Yes, mistress. This is a fully-feature adaptive harness, nanite infused and capable of holding ten times this slave's weight. It can resize to flex with the slave, always remaining tight and making sure he feels your ownership across his whole body. Its nanites can form D-rings with a touch but otherwise the leather remains smooth. Or, you can add studs for decoration."

"Does it have electro-shock?" asked Eve.

"The nanites have a fully programmable suite of punishment tools. It can also track the slave, and can even be set to magnetise at key points, disabling your boy's limbs. Would you like to see it on him?"

"Oh goddess yes," said Eve.

Alessa placed a bundle of leather straps against my chest, then let it go. The nanites in the leather shot out tendrils, anchoring into my skin, then the harness started to unravel itself around me. The first loop completed itself around my torso, just beneath my arms, getting tighter and tighter until it gripped firm against my skin. Two shoulder straps grew out of it, linking up across my back. The harness kept growing, snaking out leather straps around my upper body, linked together with a vertical strap at the back and the front. It grew straps down to my cock, then bisected to flow around it, and linked back up with the strap across my back. Pulling in tight, the tension equalised across the whole thing.

I stood there, realising I was locked into the harness until someone with control released me from it. The straps flexed with me as I moved, growing and shrinking. Wearing it was exhilarating. I felt controlled in a whole new way, like I was held fast in the embrace of my owner. Eve was beaming, overflowing with happiness, obviously understanding my response to the harness. Hailey nodded, approving. Unbidden, I knelt down and crawled to my owners.

"We'll take it," said Eve.

On the way out, Eve and Hailey bought some more floggers, whips and paddles, some rope, and a few fetish outfits for them to wear, the clothes of dominant sexual goddesses. They had me get back up on two feet and carry the bags back to the hotel, where we ate a leisurely lunch, with Hailey feeding me from her plate as I knelt on the floor. They kept me in the harness, setting it to shock me if I got more than twenty metres from either of them. I had no desire to escape them, and in any case, it was impossible. I can't remove my collar or my cock cage.

"I wonder how many slaves Madame de Douleur has right now," said Hailey.

"Twenty-three, according to public records," replied Eve, checking on her tablet. "She has a waiting list of volunteers three times as long as that. Slaves she's successfully trained are given the option of taking her brand and being sold on by her. It doubles their price."

"You know a lot about her, then?"

"Not really, I just heard mother talking about her once. I think they must be very old friends. I wouldn't be surprised if father hadn't been to Madame's shop a few times."

"How do you think mother knew, you know, that he was the right slave-husband for her?"

"She says she just knew, right down to the bone. She couldn't face the thought of him ceasing to be her slave and he couldn't face not being owned by her. Signed away his whole life, just like that. Or you might say he gained his whole life."

"You think about this a lot more than me, sis. To me, slaves are great, but there's no call for getting philosophical about them. I own, they serve. That's it."

"I wish you could see it how I see it, but we don't have to agree. Anyway, what shall we do next?"

"I've got it planned. Beach, dinner, clubbing, home. Repeat."

Eve snorted, "You're a simple creature, sis. I might mix in some culture while we're here in one of our planet's greatest cities. You could too?"

"Convince me another day. Come on, let's go!"

Hailey slipped out of her clothes and into the translucent bikini she had bought, the one that Eve had tried on before. Eve hesitated again, looking to me for encouragement. I nodded at her, remembering how incredible she looked wearing it, remembering the sheer power it gave her. She stripped first, standing naked with hands on hips, looking at the two-piece swimsuit critically. I crawled to her and kissed her feet, licking her soles as she lifted them to my tongue. Reminded of her status, she put on the bikini and took up my leash, her beach bag in the other hand. Hailey put her arm through her sisters and we made our way to the metro, then onto one of Galos's many white sandy beaches.

They had taken my harness and my hotpants off – not practical for the beach – so I walked there nude again. The beach was lively but not too crowded, buzzing with the activity of mistresses and slaves – sunbathing, reading, playing, running, swimming, and a few making love. It was allowed on this beach – we had come to an anything goes area. Eve and Hailey lazed in the sun, drawing admiring looks from women and slaves all around.

I sat and massaged Eve as Hailey swam in the sea. Working my hands all over her body, I slowly released all the tension from her muscles. I grew more and more aroused with every knead and every caress, until the pain in my cock made me whimper. Eve turned over and looked down at my chastity cage.

"Frustrated, Kier?"

"Yes, mistress, sorry, mistress."

"Don't apologise. It's only natural. Go into my bag and get the buttplug and lube I brought. There, good. I got you a nice big one from Madame's. Be a good little boy and get it inside you. I know it's hard, but push. The more we stretch you out, the bigger cocks I can fuck you with. Don't you want that?"

"Yes, mistress! I want to be fucked by your big strapon cocks, really I do. Oh! Goddess, this plug hurts, mistress."

"It's safe, you can get it in. Really push. That's an order, slut. There! It's in. Now, I'm going to unlock your cock cage and you're going to cum on my feet like a good slave. Begin!"

With the cage off, my cock sprang to life, longer and harder than I'd ever seen it. Eve held my leash and clicked her fingers, impatient for me to start. I knelt before her and masturbated furiously, trying to forget how public the beach was and focus on how lucky I was to be allowed to cum. Eve could see my struggle but was having none of it.

"Are you embarrassed, slaveboy?"

"Erm. Yes, mistress."

"What makes you think you need to be embarrassed?"

"I'm naked and leashed and masturbating in public, mistress. I feel like everyone's looking at me."

"They're not looking at you. They're looking at my slave. You exist to serve me, not yourself. Embarrassment belongs to the free. Why be embarrassed when you have no choice? Because believe me, you have no choice. None. Hailey doesn't fully understand what it means to own a human being. I do. I order you to let go of the concepts of a free person. They're offensive for a slave." She paused a while, letting me think, "Well, what do you say?"

"Thank you, mistress," I replied automatically.

"No, no. As you masturbate at my feet, held on my leash, really think about it. Force yourself to let go. Realise you are your submission. You are my dominance. Don't speak, just think."

I held the gaze of my owner and jerked off at her feet. Then I moved my head so I was facing her pussy, the centre of her power over me. I tried to focus just on her, but remembered her orders. I was to abandon embarrassment, and that meant I had to face it. I looked furtively around her, catching the eyes of a few mistresses and slaves who were watching me. They smiled and waved, absolutely unconcerned at the sight of another slave following orders.

I was following orders. To follow orders is to be a slave. To serve faithfully and well is to be a slave. No, not quite right. To love one's owner and cherish their orders, that was it! I had to stop serving like it was a break from my real life and accept that right now it was my life. Bought and sold, a consensual slave. Legally owned. Inferior but cared for, accepted. I was a slave and my owner was displaying her property, as she should.

A new vigour took over my movements. I nodded and looked up at Mistress Eve, silently mouthing my thanks to her. She held my leash tighter and I jerked off faster and harder. Now when I looked at her feet, I remembered not just that she was controlling me, but that she was displaying that control to all around us. I wanted everyone to know just how brilliant a woman, and an owner, she was.

I spurted without warning, just managing to get the stream of cum to land on Mistress Eve's pretty feet. The enormous plug made me keep cumming and cumming, great spurts landing all over Eve as the enormity of being her slave hit me. I moaned through the long orgasm, like the slut I was, and kept jerking and jerking to make it last just a little longer. Finally, I was spent.

"Thank you, mistress," I said.

"Good boy," she replied, and I finally knew what it really meant, "now lick up your cum."

"Yes, mistress!"

I licked up every drop, hoping fervently that everyone could see what I was doing. They needed to know that I belonged to Mistress Eve and that I would follow her every order. I cleaned up her beautiful feet, swallowing all my cum as I went, the taste of my own submission. Checking thoroughly, I licked and licked, showering my mistress with devotion.

"That's enough, slave. Stop now. Here, let me lock you back up. Such cute balls you have. It was a crime for you to hide them away as a freeman. But you have plenty of time left to make amends for that. Now, why don't you go join that slave volleyball match over there -get your cute bottom going and your cock bobbing. Then go for a swim – I'll increase the range on your collar. Off with you, now."

I played volleyball with four other male slaves and three females. The slavegirls were three redheads, all owned by the same woman, and surgically altered to look almost identical. We ran and jumped and spun, cocks swaying and breasts jiggling, until we were streaming with sweat. Here I was, naked in front of thousands, and I had not a single worry in my mind. I hit the ball over the net and took the last point of the game, for which my reward was to kiss the arses of the redhead girls. They were divine, giggly and gorgeous.

We all swam together, the boys dunking each other and wrestling in the water, the girls resting on their backs and letting their hair float out. I felt more free than I ever had, even before I sold myself. I could see why there were so many lifelong slaves out there. This was exhilarating and relaxing, all at once. A pulse from my collar let me know when it was time to return to my mistresses. I said my goodbyes to my new friends and returned to my owners. After some more sunbathing, we made our way back to the hotel to prepare for our night out. Hailey had everything planned.

I was deep into slavespace, my mind overwhelmed by its new understanding. Eve and Hailey owned me. To be owned was to obey. More than that, to be owned was to try with my whole being to anticipate and serve. I had to prove I was worth what they paid for me, worth buying again. I knelt on the floor of Hailey's room, spreading my legs and putting my hands behind my head. Eve nodded approvingly, just a little tilt of the head. Hailey noticed too.

"I didn't think we'd break him so quickly, Eve."

"Well, I have my ways. He wanted it so badly."

"Really? Mr Six month contract and I'm done?"

"Beneath all that, he wanted it. Now he has it. Look at him, he's so much better this way."

"We'll see what we can get him to do at the club. Do we need him for dinner?"

"Shouldn't think so. He can have some slave-protein packs. Hailey, you've got that devious look you get."

"I just thought he could show us how newly devoted he is by crawling silently into the little cage at the foot of my bed and staying there until we let him out."

Hailey clicked her fingers but I was already halfway there. I closed the lock without a second thought and let my mind go blank. The bars of the cage pressed into my skin, marking out my captivity, and I looked up calmly at my mistresses. At Hailey, who had already forgotten me, and at Eve, who gave me another nod and mouthed 'Good boy' to me silently. I would be her good boy from then on, I swore it to myself.

The hours passed and I remained caged; through the open window I saw the sun go down. Slaves wait when we are told to wait. I rested my mind and body. Hailey and Eve came back from their evening meal and passed me a protein pack through the bars of the cage. I tore open the wrapper and ate it down as fast as I could – the flavour is carefully neutral, designed neither to please nor disgust. It's just fuel for service.

Eve dropped her day clothes on the floor – I would clear them up later – and squeezed into a black leather minidress, with a whip hanging from the belt. She wore long black thigh-high boots, as dark as her hair. She spun round for Hailey, who laughed and clapped as her sister slid effortlessly into the role of clubbing dominatrix. Hailey shimmied into her own outfit next – a matching red version of what Eve wore. Wherever we were going, I doubted it was just to dance.

Extracting me from the cage, Eve fitted my new black leather harness, setting it to squeeze me tight between its straps. She took a long leather leash and locked it to the rear strap, then locked me into the black leather boots they had bought for me earlier.

"Do you drink, slaveboy?" Eve asked. "As if it matters, anyway. You do now."

"Yes, mistress, I like to drink."

"How about drugs?" asked Hailey. All quite legal on our world.

"Sometimes, mistress."

"Good boy, we won't be taking any more of your virginities, then. Come, let's hit some bars first."

The bars are simply a blur in my memory, high end but nothing that distinguishes them from anywhere else. The usual mix of naked slave waiters and waitresses and clothed free staff, with tips going to the slave-staff's owners. Enough tips earned an orgasm; not enough and they'd be paddled or whipped. I preferred being a personal slave, even if it meant I worked much longer hours and was always on call.

We made it to the club around midnight, with many hours of the night left to come. One of the security guards stopped us at the entrance and asked to check IDs and ownership papers, then explained the rules of the club to us.

"This is a type 3 sex and entertainment club. Not quite anything goes – your slave gets given a colour-coded tag for his collar, with two sections. No matter the colour, once you're inside, anyone can touch him, anywhere. This half of the tag is sexual orientation – white is heterosexual, red is homosexual, and white and red is bisexual. On this half are the permissions. Green means anyone can take him and do whatever they want, subject to the terms of his contract. Amber means they have to ask you first. Red means no permission to use him. Which will it be?"

"Green," said Hailey.

"Amber," said Eve.

They argued amongst themselves while I stood there, hands behind back, waiting for orders. I had no role in making this decision.

"Amber," said Eve, the decision made. "Just in case we get any really absurd requests for him."

"Fair enough," said the security guard. "Inside are many slaves owned by this club, all with the same colour coding on their collars. They'll all be wearing halter tops or corsets emblazoned with the club's logo, which can't be removed. Any attempt to take them beyond the confines of the building will be treated as theft; their collars will disable them in any case. All our slaves can be spanked, whipped, paddled, used for oral sex, or fucked with strapons. Beyond that, just check their microchips. The slaves serving drinks are off limits – we need them to keep doing what they're doing."