Maries Slavery Adventures Pt. 02

Disclaimer: This story is based on the legal slavery concept developed by other authors. I have placed it into the NonConsent/Reluctance category as the concept inherently is. However: in this little universe of mine consequences of slavery are perceived as an inconvenience/annoyance at most. This is because slavery in real life is horrible and I dont want to write about horrible things. The woman in this universe are generally enjoying their experiences- thats not realistic but my Stories are explicitly not supposed to be realistic (if thats a dealbreaker for you, i'm sorry).

Additionally I have to add that this story is the first time i ever wrote a fictional story and i mostly made up things so im sorry for any chekovs guns i develop along the way.

Marie's Slavery Adventures Part two

Marie looked at her phone. She still had some time before the manager would return and went to get some coffee at the local café that was inside the mall. She noticed the waiter ogling at her collar, but he didn't say anything. After sitting down waiting for her coffee she started thinking about what happened. She realized that she stumbled upon a rabbit hole of intense feelings and desires and despite it being extremely exciting she decided to be more careful from now on. That didn't stop her from inspecting the box Sandra gave to her though. It seemed to be aimed at single girls living alone that were interested in slavery so that they could try out the 'lifestyle' on their own. "I'm not sure if calling it a lifestyle is fitting" Marie thought. On the front it featured a kneeling nude girl with a metal collar around her neck. The Box was made by a company called 'Straw Girls Corp' which had as a logo the symbols for females connected with an iron chain.

The boxes contents listed as the following:

Introduction to Slavery and basic self-Slave Training (a DVD),

Self-Slave Conditioning by Mistress Kotori (another DVD),

Slave Yoga Courses for your own 4 walls (also a DVD),

A training collar (whatever that meant),

A leash,

A set of cuffs,

And a couple of brochures and government guidebooks.

The waiter that noticed Marie's collar a few moments earlier returned with her coffee and saw Marie studying the box. "If you're interested in slavery, I happen to know a guy who can get you graded and some training for a good price," he exclaimed in a polite, matter of fact kind of way.

Marie hurriedly put the box back into her bag and with a hand on her collar she replied "No, Thank you, I'm fine. By the way would you happen to know where I can get this collar removed? I was supposed to get a visitors collar, but they only had real ones" she said showing the plastic tag. "And it seems to be locked shut."

"You should ask at the reception close to the main entrance. But I don't know if it is staffed today with the convention and all." he said putting down Marie's coffee.

As tomorrow was going to be a Sunday, she realized that she might have to stay in this collar until Monday! There was no way she would show up to work in a slave collar so she already thought about reasons to call in sick to be able to go to the mall to get it removed. She made a mental note to take Anna along or her friend Sarah the next time she had to deal with slavery. In order to prevent getting mistaken for a slave, tied up or molested again she decided to just spend the remaining time checking some emails on her phone. She chuckled at the thought that she would get paid for the time she spent tied up in a Sex Shop.

After the short break she could feel her limbs relaxing and her mind clearing. It was time to head back to the Slave Store and finish her business. By now there were notably more people in the mall. Most of them regular free people checking out the stands, ogling at the slaves on display or those being led around by their owners. At this point Marie got used to the sight and didn't pay much attention and just tried to make her way through the crowd towards the slave shop.

One stand however caught her eyes: 'Geralds Ponygirls'. Next to it stood four girls almost identical in height, with perfect postures and toned slender bodies. Obviously, they were nude except for the leather strap harness encasing their body, the tall leather collars around their neck and the bridle gag head harness. Their arms were folded behind their backs and a rather solid looking belt was locked around their waists. That must be where the cart gets connected Marie thought. Obviously their feet were locked in knee high leather boots with hooves. She had heard of ponygirl slaves of course. It was something unique to the UK out of all the countries that legalized slavery. It had been a 'sport' for nobles to take village girls and train them as ponies for centuries. In the years before slavery was legalized there were only a few people left keeping the tradition alive on their most rural estates, only holding small events in secret. Recently though the 'sport' had increased in popularity and trained ponygirl slaves were amongst the most expensive slaves with well performing ponygirls being famous like other sport celebrities. And rightfully so. The four girls emitted a sense of grace, the female body sculpted to perfection, Marie thought to herself.

It was hard, but Marie managed to stop staring and move on towards the Slave shop. The shop was packed with people and Marie soon found out why. A slave naked girl was on her knees sitting on a small machine that emitted a quiet buzzing noise. She wore a steel collar, a steel belt around her waist and steel cuffs around her hands and ankles. The restraints were connected to two metal poles, one vertical and one horizontal, that formed a small cross. The chains didn't give her much room to wiggle and forced her upper body in an upright position while her pussy was stimulated by the vibrator. She was surrounded by a group of men and a few women ogling her. Most men had notable bulges in their pants and some of the women made derogatory comments towards her. "She's in a perfect position to give out blowjobs" Marie thought, and as If someone could read her mind a man stepped forwards, unzipped his pants and shoved his dick into the poor girl's mouth as the crowd cheered him on.

"Hey stop that! You gotta pay for that first!" the receptionist from earlier shouted out as he rushed towards the man.

Looking over to her Marie noticed a man with a small tag reading 'manager' leaning on a wall with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Marie walked over to him showing him the tag on her collar and explained what she was here for. The manager chuckled at Marie wearing a slave collar and asked her to follow him into a small office behind the counter. Once inside the back office Marie checked the enslavement papers and found out more about the girls and how they ended up enslaved. All of them were students at the local university in their first terms. Since they all came from Germany, they quickly became friends. It was in the Slave Psychology class where they developed an interest in Slavery and according to the report all of them volunteered to be slave graded when the class visited the 'York Slave School'. After the grading they all signed their enslavement papers and were sent off to Sam the Slaveman to be sold.

Everything seemed to be in order. Marie could have been finished right here but something made her hesitate. In between them getting graded and signing their papers four days had passed during which they were held at the 'York Slave School'. That wasn't irregular but Marie thought she should make sure the girls weren't pushed into signing.

"I want to see the girls to get some additional verbal approval." Marie said.

"They're in the slave pens," the manager replied.

"Is that a problem?"

"You'd have to go slave naked" he said with the hint of a grin on his face.

"Even as a government official?" Marie asked, holding up the plastic tag on her collar.

"You're not really a government official. Not of my government anyway. It's the law for females to be naked in the slave pens and on top of that it would disrupt their training to see a collared girl in clothes walking about."

Marie considered for a moment. Then she put her bag on a nearby chair and lifted her dress up above her head, revealing her curvy body in her plain underwear. She started unbuckling her bra when she hesitated again.

"Nothing I haven't seen before" the manager reassured her.

Still considering if this was a good idea Marie undid her bra and tried to cover her breasts with her arm while stepping out of her shoes. She then quickly pulled down her panties so she could put her other hand above her crotch and now stood completely naked in front of the manager. Completely naked except for her slave collar of course.

The manager, obviously amused at Marie's efforts to preserve her modesty, told her to follow him through another door. Luckily for Marie they could reach the slave pens without her having to walk slave naked through the main area of the shop. The slave pens were half a dozen larger cages or cells with three to four naked women in each of them. The manager led Marie to one of them and ordered them to stand up. He then said, "All yours Miss" and left Marie alone with the four slave girls. The girls were a bit nervous, but they didn't seem distressed. Marie asked them in German if they were the girls she was looking for and when they didn't reply she looked over to the manager who was standing at the other end of the room.

"They have been devoiced. They can't talk for the rest of the day. Just ask them to nod or shake their heads."

Marie asked them one by one if they knowingly and willingly signed their enslavement papers and all but one nodded instantly. The last girl hesitated but when the girl next to her pushed her elbow into her side she also nodded though less enthusiastically than the others. "Well, nothing i can do here" Marie thought and signaled to the manager that she was done. He then took her back into the office, when they returned they found a janitor cleaning and wiping the floor.

Marie, deeply embarrassed at yet another person seeing her slave naked, asked with a meeker voice than she intended "Where are my clothes?"

The manager looked over to the janitor who apologized "I'm sorry Miss, first thing I do when I

start cleaning the office, I take any clothes and put them in the washer. Usually the girls that come in here stay for at least a couple of hours."

"We always put the clothes of the girls being graded into the washer" the manager said, "it's an honest mistake really."

"What am I supposed to wear then?" Marie said worriedly. Her clothes felt like the only thing standing between her and slavery when she was walking through a slave convention with a slave collar locked around her neck.

"Well you can wait for the clothes to be washed and dried" the manager said. And when he saw hints of discomfort in Marie's eyes he continued: "or I can give you something else to wear... Free of charge of course. And we will send your clothes to your address once they're cleaned."

He reached for something behind the office desk and handed Marie a piece of cloth that turned out to be a white linen dress. Marie didn't bother asking for underwear and pulled the dress above her head and tried to wiggle into it. She had to wiggle because the dress was clearly too small for her. When she finally managed to pull it all the way down she shivered at the thought of the show she must have just given the two men. The dress was noticeably short and did nothing to hide her curvy body as her breasts pushed against the fabric. Two thin linen straps held it in place just above her nipples and two V-shaped cuts on the sides revealed a lot of side boob as Marie had a lot of that to reveal. Worst of it all on the front of the dress it said 'Slave' and 'Property of Sam the Slaveman'.

"Ehh, don't worry about that writing" the manager said nervously. He then made a motion towards the paper-work Marie needed to sign "if you would be so kind to sign it so we can proceed"

Marie signed the papers and put copies of everything in her bag, which luckily was still there. She then entered her address and name into a nearby computer as the manager requested, so they could return her clothes to her.

"Since you gave us your address already, do you want to sign up for our newsletter? We would inform you about special offers, sales and such" the manager then said.

"Yes, thank you" Marie said, not sure why she would thank the manager after they made her wear a degrading slave dress.

Entering the general area of the shop again the scene had changed drastically. Instead of a wild crowd of men and women, there were now only men in an orderly queue towards the end of the room where the restrained slave from earlier was still kneeling with the vibrator still buzzing away. However next to her the receptionist sat on her knees, her arms seemingly tied behind her back also servicing the man with great enthusiasm.

"Ah, shit" the manager muttered and then shouted, "Alright everybody that's enough, leave them be!".

An outcry by the men still in the queue followed and they started arguing with the manager. Someone grabbed Marie who tried to quietly leave the shop and said: "Look here is another one!" as he dragged her towards the two restrained girls. Marie tried to escape the man's grasp as the manager shouted, this time clearly angry at the disorder "Leave her be or you will get banned from the shop!" With the man distracted she managed to pull free. A few more hands moved in her direction trying to grab her, but Marie managed to slip away and out of the shop.

Finally, outside the shop she only needed to get this damned collar off and then take a taxi home. There was no way she was getting on a bus in her current condition. The waiter at the café mentioned the mall reception being near the entrance so it couldn't be far from where she is. She kept her head down to avoid eye contact as she made her way towards the main entrance. For every bystander she must have looked like a regular slave in a slave dress with a slave collar avoiding eye contact with free people like a slave should. Finally, at the reception counter she rang a bell and hoped that it wasn't going to be Frank who was coming to answer it. It wasn't Frank. Instead it was a cheerful young girl in her mid-twenties and black hair in a ponytail. She also wore the uniform of the mall, similar to Franks, except that the female version was much better looking.

She looked at Marie with a puzzled expression: "Can I help you?"

"Yes, Hello Miss. My name is Marie. I am from the German consulate, here to verify some enslavement papers. Your co-worker, his name is Frank I think, put this collar on me and I'd like it removed as I'm done with what I came here for." Marie explained. She meant to show the girl the plastic tag that said 'government official' to verify her story but to her shock and surprise it was gone! Someone must have ripped it off during the commotion in the slave store!

"I.. I had this tag Frank put on here.." Marie started to stutter "it must have been ripped off".

"That sure sounds like Frank. But I'm afraid you will have to come with me for now, so we can get this checked out. Right now, you look like a runaway slave trying to escape and management would have my ass if I just let you go." She said and grabbed Marie by her arm trying to pull her behind the counter.

Seeing that Marie didn't want to go she said, "Look, relax. You told me your name so I'm gonna tell you mine. I'm Emmy, nice to meet you. Now please come along so we can verify your story or get you back to your owner okay?"

Marie relaxed noticeably and agreed to be led by Emmy into the area behind the reception counter. First thing she noticed was a small cage, probably a dog cage, and in it a redheaded slavegirl in only a slave collar. The cage was wide enough for about two to three slaves to sit or kneel in.

"Alright Marie, 'back bracelets'," Emmy ordered. Marie didn't know what that meant so Emmy explained "Turn around and put your hands together." Then seeing Marie trying to put her bag on a nearby chair, "Let me take that." Marie then did as she was told and before she knew what happened Emmy locked a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.

"Okay, turn around again" Emmy said and as Marie complied, she pulled down Marie's slave dress which practically made her tits bounce out. She then held a device on her left tit and said "Weird, I can't get a reading."

"Sorry, I'm not chipped! Please just look at my ID, it's in my bag and will verify my story".

Emmy didn't seem convinced. She unlocked the cage door and motioned the slave to move over and then said "Get in there so I can sort this out," to Marie. Marie wasn't sure how she would manage with her hands tied but seeing Emmy's impatient look she complied and awkwardly moved into the cage. With her hands tied behind her back and the awkward motion required to crawl into the cage the straps holding her dress slipped off leaving her topless once again as she finally managed to get into the cage. Emmy then closed and locked the cage door and started to rummage through Marie's bag.

She found Marie's ID and Consulate pass but to Marie's dismay said, "I can't verify if this stuff is legit. I will have to call the German consulate and ask them to send someone over to verify your identity."

And before Marie could complain Emmy was off to the reception counter. Fuck. What a fucking day it has been. Marie sighed. She muttered a short prayer that today, at this time wasn't one of the few times her Boss, Frau Albrecht, was in the mood to pick up calls instead of letting Anna do it. In a moment of mild panic, she tried to somehow move her slave dress above her exposed breasts but with her hands behind her back that wasn't going to happen. The cage wasn't very big, so she bumped into her cellmate a few times trying to cover her breasts. She looked at the girl next to her and awkwardly gestured with her chest and asked, "Could you help me with this?"

The girl looked at Marie and replied, "No sister, I don't want to get punished."

Marie knew from television that slaves called each other 'sister' so she replied, "I'm not a slave, this is all just one big misunderstanding!"

With a look of disbelief the redheaded slave girl said "If you say so, sister..."

Before Marie could say anything else, Emmy came back exclaiming, "You're in luck! A mrs... Albrick? Albricht? Or something is coming over to verify your status. She said she would be here in about 30 minutes so just hang in there."

Marie's heart dropped and she leaned backwards towards the cages wall. Frau Albrecht wouldn't be pleased that she has to drive down here because Marie screwed up. Not to mention that Marie wasn't very keen on being semi-naked in front of her boss. At least it would soon be over. For real this time.

"Looks like I'm getting out of here soon," Marie said to the slave girl and then asked. "What's your name?"

"I'm slave Lizz 460 344 1 32. I used to be called Elisabeth but nowadays it's usually just 32. Are you sure you want to get out? If you let yourself get into this situation you should probably accept slavery."

Marie laughed saying "Maybe." She felt more at ease with her situation, considering that she couldn't change anything about it anyway. 32 now also smiled for the first time since Marie saw her. The two could quickly feel a friendly relation building between them. Marie asked her how she ended up here and about her life as a slave in general. Part of it was out of honest interest but also because she knew there was no way Frau Albrecht would make it down here in just half an hour so Marie had some time to kill. 32 explained that her former owner dropped her off at the reception while he was checking out the convention. He took her along to sell her on the block later in the evening. Marie was shocked but 32 continued like it was no big deal. Her current owner used to be her boyfriend a few months ago before he talked her into enslaving herself to him. Back then 32 found the thought terribly romantic but by now she had adjusted so well to the life of slavery that she didn't even mind the love of her life selling her to the highest bidder. Marie told 32 about the day she'd had and they both laughed about how exciting and stressful it was to be in an environment where everyone wants to undress and enslave you.