Home Again

BACK HOME AGAIN

I'm using parts of this story to try to stretch as a writer, but couldn't keep it doing it consistently. Numbers (2) refer to footnotes and the star (*) is an alternate scene, like a deleted scene on a DVD. The scene contains incest so if you don't like that stuff it's easy to avoid. Everyone is over eighteen years of age.

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The soft sunlight peaked into the room of former slave girl Claire, dreaming of the safety and happiness of a cage. Feeling its protection, wrapping her in a layer of obedience and sexual fulfillment. Her hand stretched out to feel its bars of safety, the cold metal against her hand making her content. The very feeling of her pen made her body shiver in excitement and her sex responded with pleasure at her confinement.

Slowly the light of day penetrated Claire's eyes and the dream faded, but still leaving a warm embrace of slavery. Her eyes opened slowly and rested upon her old dresser, it was dark brown, with scratches and light and dark patches from the decades of use. A small ray of light made a sliver of a rainbow against it, moving ever so slowly as the sun moved across the sky and snuck into her bedroom. As slowly her body emerged from sleep to consciousness, she could still feel the warmth of her phantom cage. How many times had her first view of the world had been of her bureau? But somehow now it looked out of place, alien. Somewhere in her mind was telling her it didn't belong here, she didn't belong here, not anymore. Gradually she became more conscious, her eyes more focused and mind remembering where she was. Flying from her cage and into the warm embrace of her bed covers, her body felt a different embrace. Slowly her body began to stir, and soon Claire stretched her arm out to turn on her mini stereo's CD to play Vivaldi's Concerto in C Major RV 113 as her waking up music. Slowly she moved her limbs around and laid on her back. She realized she was wearing pajamas and felt it strange not to be sleeping naked. Something was missing and she felt at her neck, realizing her collar was off and in a panic, worried she had lost it. Her mind slowly reminded her where she was and who she was and what she wasn't. She finally sat up in bed, the dream of slavery was put to bed and life as a free woman awoke.

Back home again! Back to clear skies, people you know, a place that is a community, and life at a slower pace, a place where the only slaves you saw were on TV. Claire luxuriated in her bed; she pulled the covers around her feeling their warm embrace. After an almost blissful period of snuggling under her covers she finally drew herself up in bed and stretched her arms. She pulled herself out of bed and pulled off her nighty, then pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring herself. When she used to look in the mirror, she would only see her flaws. Her breasts were small, and she always seemed to look like she was still a teenager, not a woman. But her vacation that turned into a rotating series of enslavements had showed her she was a beautiful and an object of desire. She was worth something and people would pay a lot to have her. She moved closer and looked at her permeant new mark, her award, her star. She caressed it with her fingers, feeling its slightly raised contours. She had already experimented with makeup and found it could be easily obscured so that only a close inspection would divulge its existence. She found waterproof concealer would hide it when she went swimming (though she needed to have the right makeup remover for after). But she would only use the makeup when her clothes could not do the trick for her, and as autumn was coming, her wardrobe would do the trick. Once in a while she also found herself wanting to show it off, show her achievement, her value. Then reality would sink in because she knew it would cause uncomfortable questions.

Once in a while she would find herself repeating Slave Mantras in her head and it would give her a warm feeling of comfort and pleasure. But she kept telling herself she must stop thinking about repeating mantras or stretches or they would eventually consume her. She was still torn between freedom and slavery, her mind struggling with her identity. She had gone to England as a high school graduation gift, she was such a nerd about history, culture and art, it was perfect for her. But the whole thing had gone sideways and instead she was trained as a slave and then repeatedly became one, spending more time as slave than as a simple tourist. She was able to escape from it each time but she knew deep down she had enjoyed it even as she had fought against it. Her slave training had almost completely brain washed her (or did it release her?) so that she had nagging doubts about being a free woman, finding herself sometimes craving a return to the slavery she had rejected.

It had been a week since Claire had returned from her "slavery odyssey" in Britain. She had been to embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened, how could she even start to explain what transpired and how it had changed her? However, it didn't take long for Claire's family to quickly notice that she had dramatically changed. She had left a smart, confident young woman and returned as a quiet, agreeable girl who was always willing to help out and did whatever was asked of her. She had never been a "wild child" but these startling changes did make them wonder what had happened to her. Claire herself realized that her behaviour had changed and understood that her family had unasked questions about the change in personality. After some false starts, she finally opened up about some of what happened to her mother, it was excruciatingly hard to try to talk about her adventures while keeping out the worst parts, for she didn't want to upset her mother with the extremes of her experiences. Her mother realized that much had been unsaid from Claire's story, knowing from the media about the world of slavery, she simply comforted her daughter like she always did and told her she would talk to everyone not to bother her about it anymore.

The culture in which Claire had grown up had not been one amenable to slavery. A society that had decided that the poverty of its pioneers, was the virtue of free men and woman working their own land, by themselves. But the coming of Television, and later the flood of American programs all showing the virtues of slavery began to change that. All that exposure to positive portrayals of servitude were eroding the people's disfavor. Ever so slowly the tentacles of human bondage were infiltrating Claire's home town. There were fewer letters to the editor complaining about slaves in the media, disapproval of slavery in people's everyday conversations were becoming muted. The occasional visitor with slave in tow were met with fewer looks of distaste. Without realizing it, opposition was evolving into acquiesce.

The old saying "Time heals old wounds" proved true for Claire. Back home among friends, family and neighbours the world started to make sense to her again. Her "slave mind" started to recede and she started to feel normal again, or at least what she remembered as normal. She continued to work at her job at the bookstore, even though she didn't need the money. In fact, she was extremely well off, having won two million dollars in the lottery. She worked because she had been brought up to respect the importance of hard work. And she was frugal, again her upbringing, diversely investing most of the money. It made her smile think she could buy her own herd of slaves if she wanted too, an interesting turn of events it would be if she did so. But even though she was feeling normal again she would feel a twinge of excitement when a slave would show up on a television show. Unfortunately, Claire's road to recovery hit a major snag...

It was a couple of weeks after returning home she got the first e-mail from Sam the Slave Man. They called her part of the "Sam's Family", which was probably something dreamed up by their marketing department, but it made her feel like they were trying to make a claim on her. They told her that the company had bought out the slave division of the Eaton's Department store chain (1). She was being 'invited' to see one of the Grand Openings that would be happening cross country. Reading the e-mail made her hairs stand up on the back of her neck. It made her nervous, but she also realized she was feeling wet. Her head told her not to trust what they really wanted from her, they could even try to enslave and auction her. That thought brought a jolt of sexual excitement through her body. She said to herself, "Shit that slave training really did a number on me, I was hoping it would be weakening by now." She took a deep breath, and thought about running through the forest, but had to stop when her forest run began to involve fewer and fewer clothes. Finally, she just decided to delete the message without responding, hoping it would delete her feelings to.

She looked up the new Sam stores that were opening up and her small city wasn't included. There was an Eaton's store but it had never had a slave section, so she didn't have to worry about it being close to her. In fact, the only two major cities, Regina and Saskatoon would have the new Sam stores, and the closest city was over a two-hour drive. For once she was happy to be living in the middle of nowhere (relatively speaking).

This direct appeal to her slave mind flooded her with memories and emotions. Her memories of slavery were mostly happy, but this rude reminder almost overwhelmed her. She felt the need to repeat her slave mantras again, strip naked and do her slave exercises. She gave in to the feelings rather than let them torment her all day. She closed her door and locked it, stripped off her sweater and jeans, bra and panties; and performed her slave exercises while repeating her slave mantras. She hoped by confronting these unwanted urges their power over her wouldn't overwhelm her. Without thinking she put the last collar that had been locked around her neck back in its place of enslavement. Doing her physical and mental workout flooded her body with pleasure, so much so that she climaxed once she had finished her exercises, writhing in pleasure that never seemed to stop, finally ending covered in sweat. She lay on the floor almost a half hour thinking what this has done to her. But she was still hopeful she could return to her previous normal. She got up to go the family bathroom to shower, forgetting she was slave naked. Luckily, she spotted herself in the mirror, and went into a panic looking for the key to the collar that had almost permanently enslaved her. Finding it, she hesitated about removing it, looking in the mirror it looked like it belonged there. She put the key down and started caressing her slave collar. Touching it, she felt shivers of sexual excitement run up and down her body, eliciting moans. Her body shivered and then she found herself kneeling on the floor juicing herself till she orgasmed again. She stood up and looked in the mirror again, straightening her back and feeling like a slave proud to be owned. She started planning to drive to a slave auction and put herself up for sale. But the voice of her mother broke her reverie, so much so she had to grab on to a chair to keep her balance. She had to sit down and recover her bearings, finally she grabbed the key, unlocked the collar and put her bath robe on and went to the shower, hoping she can find her balance again.

She continued to receive e-mails from Sam's every couple of days. The opening was still almost a month away and Claire couldn't wait for it, as she hoped the messages would end after that. By the fifth message she finally decided to respond and asked why they wanted her to be present. Their response dismayed her for it stated that they wanted to show her off as an example of the quality slaves they had to offer. In a fit of pique, she responded that she was not a slave, was not interested in being a slave, and did not wish to be displayed as one. The e-mail put Claire in a state of nervous excitement and it took a great deal for her to calm down. They responded a couple of days later and apologised for the tone of the message and that they were not trying to enslave her, though they would want to display her slave naked. This time she responded in a more pleasant tone and informed them that she was sorry but she wouldn't be appearing at the grand opening.

Claire hoped that would be the end of it. She was glad she lived in her small city, though most would call it merely a large town, but she felt a great deal safer here. Her family was here and she knew many of the other residents. She didn't have to worry about the chip sending off any alarms here, as none of the stores or malls had detectors at their entrances and there were few slaves. Even they were almost more of a unban legend, you'd would hear of someone having a slave, but would never see them. If they existed, they were certainly being kept on the down low, no collars visible or even slave outfits, and definitely no naked slaves running around in public, like one would see in the media.

Receiving this constant reminder of her time in slavery from the e-mails caused Claire a great deal of anxiety, and it reinvigorated her slave mind, that she had been successfully pushing away. Now she sometimes would feel her collar around her neck, the Slave Mantras that had been burned into her brain would replay in her mind. She would find herself doing her Slave Exercises and realize that she had just started doing them without thinking, and that she had stripped naked to do them. She looked at her collar that she had been imprisoned in on her last visit to the Sam Store in York and had to have special permission to be removed. She had the key but wasn't sure about if it was safe to put it on again. Claire looked up online about its operation and discovered that the key would only unlock the collar a few times before becoming permeant, short of using power tools. Having had it locked on her neck twice now she closed it for the last time, empty of its slave, making sure no accidents would happen. A couple of weeks after her last e-mail to Sam's Store she found her slave mind again began weakening, with a great feeling of relief. She threw herself into her work at home and the book store, even going to help her uncle and aunt on their farm, which all helped get her back to normal.

In mid-October her father announced he was going to the Regina and asked if she wanted to go. Claire had to think it over, it was a day before the big opening so she thought she wouldn't have any problems. But she felt a slight shiver down her spine at the idea of being so close to a Sam Store, the danger and excitement of being close to an enslaving facility. She finally decided to go, and wearing a warm jacket over a blouse and slacks she set off with her father.

The trip took over two hours, to pass the time the two discussed what had happened on the previous night's television, recent political news and the recent celebrity scandal. In between she would listen to the country music station her dad had on and stare out the window. But there was little to see, the crops were in so the fields were bare. Farms had become so much larger that there were few farmsteads to see. The most interesting part of the trip was the decent into the Qu'Appelle Valley and a change from fields to forest broken by farms. She worried that her father still had questions about what happened to her, wanting to ask, but fearing the answers. Finally, they reached the city with a sense of relief from the boredom as well as the tension of unasked questions.

He father parked the truck off downtown to avoid parking meters, they walked to a Chinese restaurant for lunch and made more small talk. Alone together, Claire could feel some tension between them, should she talk about what happened, or is it better to breach the subject a little at a time? Still to scared to talk to her father, worrying about disappointing him and losing his love she decided to bring it up some other way. After lunch they separated, having informed each other where they were going and her father reminded her to call if anything came up.

Claire's destination was Cornwall Center, a mall that was in the middle of the downtown and a walk of two blocks. She opened one of the doors and heard a buzz which startled her. Then an electronic voice called out "Slave report to customer service." Claire became nervous and tried to act like it wasn't her it was referring to, and hoped that another slave had come in instead. Her heart was pounding as she walked slowly around the mall, then heard the public address system repeat the order. She refused to walk directly to the Customer Service Desk, worrying if she did people would realize it was her being referred to. As she made her way to the desk by this roundabout route, she noticed the Sam Store across from the Shoppers Drug Mart, and hugged the wall as close as possible. Claire could see that the Sam the Slave Man Store had its doors opened just enough for someone to enter or exit. with paper still covering the windows.

Arriving in a state of contained panic she approached the desk, "Sorry your chip detector buzzed when I came in, but I'm not a slave."

"Let me get my reader out, show some skin so I can read it better" Claire opened her coat and blouse and the clerk pressed against her breast. Claire couldn't help but feel a slight quiver of pleasure at doing this, "Yes, I see your not, but your chip says your associated with the Sam's The Slave Man Company, you must have gotten a notification from them about their opening?"

"Yes, I did but I wasn't going to show up, can you tell the computer than I'm not a slave and to stop buzzing me?"

"I sure can." A few moments later she piped up again, "All done, but the computer isn't linked to Sam's so you'll have to go there to get anything else sorted out."

"I don't think I'm going there thank you for your help." Claire decided to do some shopping, deciding to give the slave store a wide berth. She got a call from her sister asking to get a catalogue from the le Vie en Rose, a lingerie store. It didn't occur to her to say no and walked over to the store, forgetting the store was right beside the Sam store.

As she approached the store, she heard a buzz from next store and the order "Slave Claire 562 report to store." This gave her a such a start she even jumped a little. She started to feel a little panic and breathed deeply to calm herself.

"Will this ever-fucking end?" She wondered out loud walked a little unsteadily the few steps to the slave store. She almost felt the opening was dragging her in, tentatively she entered through the narrow opening to the store.

"Welcome back slave, please disrobe for inspection and processing." Without thinking she removed her coat and started undoing her blouse, she was in a daze and removed her blouse and was about to unhook the front of her bra when she stopped herself, putting her blouse back on, but with two buttons undone showing some cleavage, unthinkingly displaying more of her sexuality. She looked around for a clerk, who emerged from the back room where the slave kennels probably were.

A thought sped through her mind. What if she had completely undressed as ordered? Would the clerk simply place a collar on her and lead her to the kennels to be sold the next day at auction? She couldn't help but feel excited at that happening and could feel her sex becoming moist at the thought of it. Her hand moved up to the buttons of her blouse, to undo them again. "Submit to what I should be." She thought, making her sexual organs quiver. She could imagine herself on the auction block again, displaying herself to potential buyers, enticing them to higher bids, then being led away to a life of service and sexual fulfillment.