Volunteer Slave Program

Authors Note: This my first ever work of erotic fiction written on a bit of a whim to satisfy my own kinks. I do not have much writing experience and it probably needs some more editing so I apologize for the quality.

Walking down the street after a long day at university prep school I was ready get back to my dormitory and crash on my bed. Having recently turned 18 I had decided to enroll in a boarding school for young adults that specialized in preparing for university during the last months of secondary school. My parent's were hesitant at first, worrying about me living on my own at the school, but I had reassured them that I was an adult now and would have to move out eventually. Besides the boarding school had excellent dormitories along with dining halls and all the other necessities. It was hardly as if I would be struggling to take care of myself.

Instead these days I was more worried about my future. School was really putting pressure on me to think about what path to take moving forward into college, but nothing seemed to interest me. I was a good student but none of the possible

career paths interested me. I really did need to figure out what I wanted to to though and it was stressing me out.

These thoughts continued running through my mind as I made my way home until I found myself at a crosswalk. Waiting for the light to change I couldn't help but notice the sight of the man and woman waiting at the stop across from me.

The man was tall and handsome wearing a clean well fitted suit as if her were a model straight out of a magazine. Normally his looks alone would have been enough to make my heart skip a beat, but the woman standing next to him was what really took my breath away.

With long black hair that fell behind her shoulders and she had a cute face that seemed to betray an innocence to her own beauty if it were not for the fact that she was completely naked. In a way it was almost as if she were doing the world a favor by gracing the world with the sight of her bare body. Not only that but as she waited at the cross walk she held a pose like she was trying to expose herself in the most revealing way possible. With her arms raised with hands behind her head and standing with legs spread shoulder width apart she stood at attention. The position of an obedient slave girl.

Despite how degrading it looked to be standing like that I had to admit I was captivated by her beauty. The way her hands were position behind her head caused her to push her chest forward. Putting her petite yet perky breasts on display in a way that seemed like she was proud to be showing them off. Continuing my journey across her body with my eyes I admired her enviable proportions until I had finally drifted down to become fixated on her on the space between her legs. Her stance left her crotch subtly pushed forward in an inviting way that made it seem like her pussy was practically begging to be used. Certainly nothing had been left to the imagination either. Completely hairless her mons and cute labia were completely visible. It almost made me jealous that along with everything else even her little cunt was practically perfect.

But most of all I was entranced by what laid at the top of where her two labia met. There hanging off her clitoral hood was a little piece of jewelry that adorned her exquisite pussy. A simple ring pierced just above the clit itself. It looked enchanting on her and seemed simple enough, yet it was the ultimate symbol of submissiveness. The mark of a slave girl through her most intimate part. Serving as a constant reminder that she was nothing more than property. That even the most private and sensitive part of her body was completely owned.

Seeing her hold this position also highlighted the dichotomy of her slavery. While she herself was stunning, the position she was holding was anything but elegant. Legs wide apart and chest pushed forward it was almost comically degrading. I almost felt embarrassed for her. Of course I knew slave girls were trained to stand like this in public to help them internalize their status in society. Making sure they knew they could be used at any time and that they did not deserve the right to cover themselves like normal citizens. Yet seeing just how disgraced she looked being forced to expose herself in such a way sent a shiver through me.

Of course the sight of a slave girl was nothing to be surprised about. Our society many years ago had instated laws and institutions pertaining to female slavery. It had been determined that some women were innately submissive. As such they needed to live as slaves to help manage their desires for their own benefit and of society. That being said the life of a slave was one of constant humiliation. They served as an outlet for people to relieve their own sexual tensions, and were also degraded for the amusement of others. Some were forced into it as a form of punishment but surprisingly many others also chose give up their rights to live as a slave too.

Looking at woman across the street, diligently standing at attention, I couldn't help but feel my own tingling between my legs. How could she bear with the humiliation of standing like that? I admit that on many occasions I have fantasized and masturbated to the idea of being a slave girl, and had cum many nights to the thought of being owned, exposed and used. Slave girls were often made to perform degrading acts but were also rewarded with incredible sexual attention and orgasms.

I couldn't help but get a little hot at the idea of being used and made to come while under the complete control of someone else. A helpless sex toy made to cum in humiliating fashion for the pleasure of others.

My greatest fixation on being a slave girl however was having my clit pierced. To have my most intimate part marked with a piece of jewelry that signaled to the whole world that I was a slave. So many nights I had spent rubbing my own clit wondering what it would feel like to have a piercing there. Not only a brand of slavery, I had heard it made slave girls especially sensitive. Keeping them focused on their clits almost at all times and rewarding them with the most incredible orgasms. Not only that but I actually found them to be quite attractive. I often thought my own pussy would look so cute with a little ring adorning my clit. But at the same time it seemed so extreme. I wasn't sure I could handle being constantly aroused even if it came with heightened sexual pleasure. Most of all the control someone could have over me through a clit ring was somewhat frightening. Certainly the idea of being owned excited me but it would be on a whole different level.

As theses thoughts ran through my head I briefly I made eye contact with the man standing with the slave. A gently smile crossed his face as he looked at me, almost as if he was looking into me. As if reading my mind he reached his hand out to the space between his slave's legs. He did it like it was nothing, continuing to keep eye contact with me then to the light waiting for it to change. With her legs spread she was completely available to him and at first he just gently cupped her slave pussy in his hand. It was so casual like he had reached out to hold her hand, but instead he was gently holding her by her sex. Even with just this tender touch the woman's breathing deepened slightly. I imagined that the sensation of being controlled like this felt almost as good as her pussy itself. With a hand still between her legs he gave a few loving rubs to her cunt before moving on to focused his attention on her clit ring. Slightly pulling his hand away until all he held was the piercing, which he played with like it was a toy. Lightly pulling and flicking the ring attached to her most sensitive part without a care in the world. Meanwhile tt was obvious the teasing was causing quite the sensation for the slave girl. It was obvious just how sensitive she was as it seemed she was being easily brought to the verge of orgasm from just this simple teasing. I actually found myself shocked at what a complete slut she was. Sure she was a slave but it was pathetic how little self control she had. Still she did manage to continue standing at attention like a good slave though with increasing difficulty. I wondered if he was going to make her cum right here out on the street.

The moment ended abruptly however as the light finally changed and the man ended his toying with the couple making their way across the street. The woman of course incredibly flush and still breathing as she made her way with her owner. Now with a distinct glistening between her legs that could be easily seen in the sun light.

And as they passed I was shook back into my own reality. Taking a moment to come to my senses I started walking to my dorm again, but now with noticeably wet panties. I really shouldn't let the sight of a slave girl get me so worked up. They were relatively common place, but it felt like every time I saw one I would get so hot I couldn't do anything until I had escaped somewhere and made myself cum.

But no matter how hot the idea of actually becoming a slave seemed the thought of becoming one myself still seemed too extreme to me. There was no denying that I liked the idea of being owned and used however someone pleased, even including the humiliation. But giving up my rights for the rest of my life for sexual satisfaction seemed like too high a price to pay.

I could get by with my masturbation fantasies for now, and maybe I could find a boyfriend who would treat me like a slave when I wanted. Although a part of me knew this wouldn't be the same. I couldn't help but feel like there was a part of me

that needed to be exposed. Often times I would find myself standing in front of the mirror, admiring my own body, and thought would cross my mind, "Why wouldn't you want to show this to the world?". I had perfectly toned body with perky breasts and firm ass. I even liked the way my pussy looked with its neat labia that made a perfect line where their plump lips met. I almost felt like I deserved to bee seen and would go so far as to even stand at attention in front of the mirror. Legs spread apart and hands behind my head, all i could think about is what an incredible slave I would make. And despite how scary the idea of getting my clit pierced seemed, every time I practiced standing at attention I felt like my little pussy would look just that much cuter with a ring adorning it.

For now however I needed to get home as fast as possible. All these thoughts had gotten me to the point I felt like I was going to burst. While slave girls were a common sight, the encounter I had just witnessed had been especially stimulating.

In my rush home I decided to take a detour that I thought might get me home faster. Anything to get my own release as soon as possible. Through winding streets I quickly made my way to the dorms but on this new path I had taken I had somehow ended up passing by the institute of training. They were the government entity in charge of transitioning girls into a life of slavery.

Normally I wouldn't have even noticed the building but in my heightened state of arousal I couldn't help but stop and look at it. This was the place where girls were made into slaves. The image of the slave girl I had just seen still vivid in my mind. The possibility of walking right in and signing my rights away to be a slave was towering in front of me. Of course I had fantasied about coming here and volunteering as a slave, but the opportunity had never presented itself to me before like this. Especially in such a vulnerable state of arousal. Still I wavered. There was undeniably a part of me that was reluctant to the idea. I couldn't bring myself to do it, no matter how badly I wanted it in this moment.

That is until I saw the sign in the window. "Slave trial enrollment going on now."

At this my heart leapt. I had had completely forgotten that I could do a one month trial period as a slave. I had known about it of course but even that had seemed extreme to me in the past.

But in this moment so overcome with desire and lust I found myself walking towards the entrance. So worked up the thought of actually becoming a was too much. I didn't even want to give myself a chance to change my mind so I made my way straight to the receptionist desk determined to start my trial as a slave girl. And what was the worst that could happen? I could handle a month of being degraded and used as a sexual plaything. If anything I was going to enjoy myself and have the time of my life. The only thing I needed to make sure of was that I didn't lose myself too much in what was to come. But I was confident that I could handle fulfilling my fantasy of being a slave girl for a month without getting trapped into a more serious contract.

So as I made my way up to the receptionist and stood confidently in front of her desk. As she stopped what she was doing as doing and looked up at me she quickly eyed me up and down. After just a brief moment of me standing there in front of her she spoke up, "Is there something I can help you with young lady?"

"Yes. I would like to volunteer as a trial slave girl please." I said without a bit of hesitation in my voice.

"My you are an eager one aren't you young lady" she answered with a smile "Of course we would love to sign up for a trial. I do have to ask however, are you of age to consent to this?"

"I am. I turned 18 three months ago."

"Perfect, are you still in school then?"

"I'm currently attending Strickter's Boarding school, is that alright?"

"Oh that's perfect we work with them a lot. If you want to inform them of your trial their staff can even get involved in your training"

I hesitated at this. I really just wanted to do my trial here at the institute and receive slave training while maintaining my normal life at school.

"Uh, I think for now I would like to trial as a slave without informing the school if that's alright."

"Absolutely they don't need to know, but you can always change your mind of course. Now come this way and we can initiate your slave trial contract"

I followed her without hesitation down a hall that eventually lead to a locker room. I wasn't sure what to expect but I was still incredibly worked up. I felt like I would do anything to start my trial and hopefully be allowed to cum.

"Alright Lacey go ahead and take off your clothes and put them in one of the lockers."

I wasn't surprised that I would have to get undressed but the secretary continued to watch me as I slowly disrobed. Despite having masturbated to the idea of being seen naked I had only been seen nude once by a previous boy friend. As I got down to my underwear I couldn't help by feel a bit embarrassed to be undressing wile being watched. I slowed a bit as I went take off my bra and panties, prompting the secretary to chime in, "Don't worry you'll learn to be comfortable naked around others in no time. In fact I bet you'll prefer being nude at all times by the end of your trial. You certainly won't be wearing them much while you're a slave

She was right of course and I now stood in front of her completely nude. A part of me instinctively wanted to try and cover my privates but I resisted the urge. I was here because I wanted to experience being a slave and I was determined to follow through.

The secretary took a moment to look me up and down, examining my body before remarking, "you do have a lovely body, I can definitely see why you're interested in trying out life as a slave. I bet you just can't wait to show off. That bit of peach fuzz between your legs will have to go of course though."

I was caught a little off guard by this, I did have a little bit of blonde pubic hair yet I kept it neat and trimmed. But I guess every slave girl I had ever seen had a completely bald pussy. All the better to expose me I guess.

"Alright lets head over to the doctor so we can get your contract signed and get started processing you a slave. I can tell with all that excitement going on between your legs you can barely wait." She said amused.

I blushed at hearing this, looking down to see that of course my pussy was betraying my excitement. From seeing the slave girl earlier in the day to my own rapidly approaching enslavement I was soaking wet. The space between my legs absolutely glistening with anticipation. I couldn't help but feel a bit of embarrassment at how obvious it was. You would have to be an incredible slut to find yourself dripping wet as you eagerly hurried to sign her rights away.

Leaving the locker room we began walking through the halls to the doctor. I quickly felt my nakedness as the air moved over my body. I was surprised how being casually exposed was making me feel particularly degraded. I often spent time in my dorm with nothing on and had thought I would be comfortable without clothes. Sometimes on the weekends I would end up spending an entire day naked. But being nude with little say in the matter felt completely different.

Finally we made it to the doctors office. In it there was a desk which he was sitting at along with seat along a wall where what looked like a nurse was sitting with a clipboard. What stood out the most however was what appeared to be some sort of examination table. I didn't have time to look at it before the secretary bid her farewell closing the door behind her.

The doctor quickly spoke up, "Are you Lacey?"

"Yes I am" I responded a bit quietly.: The confidence I had when I first came here quickly eroding as I found myself now standing naked in front of this doctor and his nurse. Not only that but as I looked at him I realized he was incredibly handsome. Being exposed like this in front of such an attractive man was almost too much, but at the same time It was exciting. I wanted him to see me and my naked body in the hopes he might use me me. But of course I was getting ahead of myself.

"And why are you here today miss Lacey?"

I thought the answer seemed obvious. Here I was standing naked in the facility that trained slaves.

"I'm here today to sign a trial slave contract and to undergo training as a slave girl for a month sir."

He starred at me a bit, seemingly not satisfied with my answer.

"Lacey I know you're here to become a trial slave, but what I want to know is what led you here. I need you to tell me about your fantasies and what you think being a slave means. This is an opportunity for you to be completely honest about your desires. An evaluation of your mentality and most of all what would drive a young girl to need to become a slave so bad that her cunt soaking wet as she's about to sign her rights away to be owned."

His words pierced through me as I had forgotten how wet I was now standing before them and realized what a pathetic slut I must look like. I don't think I had ever felt so humiliated in my life the way the doctor laid out my situation in front of me. Sure I had come in to sign up to be a slave for fun, but there was no way I could play it off as just some experimentation. Not with my cunt showing the whole world how excited it was at the idea of being owned. A helpless reflection of my own desires.

"Just be honest dear. This isn't a test and once you've told us about yourself we can move on to making you a slave. After you sign your contract you can be processed and have your first bit of training. And I promise it will be just as great as that little pussy of yours is hoping" he said with a bit of a chuckle

Those words were all I needed to let go. With how turned on I was I soon I found myself telling the doctor my deepest most guarded thoughts.

I am a pathetic little slut who wants to be used. Every time I see a slave girl I get excited and imagine what it would like to become one myself.