Volunteer Slave Program

As he spoke I still couldn't believe this was happening. But just like the shaving and orgasms I was forced to have I knew I had no choice in the matter. The only person I had to blame for being in this position was myself. I was a stupid slut who had chosen to sign her rights away. It seemed obvious then that I deserved to have my clit pierced. So I let go, deciding to obediently be pierced without trying to fight it.

The doctor moved quickly clamping the skin covering my clit and with lightning speed thrust a needle through my skin. The pain was sharp and I gasped, but like he said it was short lived and in an instant he was placing the ring through the hole he had made.

It was over so fast I didn't even have time to register what had happened. But as the pain subsided I could feel the slight pressure on my clit, just like he had said. I was scared to look down at it. To see my new ornamentation and all it signified.

"How about you take a look at your new self Lacey. Lets get you out of that chair and over to the mirror here."

He undid my restraints and reluctantly I moved to get out of the chair. Immediately I noticed the sensation of my new ring as I moved my legs, especially when I brought my legs together. I knew I was in a state of heightened sensitivity, but I could tell it was just like I had been told. From now on there would be a subtle sensation between my legs and I would be constantly reminded of my status as a slave every time I felt my piercing.

I slowly made my way over to the mirror as instructed and stood in front of the mirror Unable to bring myself to look down at what was between my legs I looked at my face and saw it flush from all of the previous activity.

"Lacey you're a slave now and I think you know better than to stand like that" The Dr said disapprovingly.

Immediately I knew what he meant. I needed to stand at attention. Like I had done so many time before at home in the mirror pretending to be a slave. Playfully imaging what it would be like to expose myself. But this time it was for real.

Slowly I moved my legs apart and moved my hands behind my head to stand at attention like an obedient slave girl. However my technique wasn't good enough for the doctor.

"Your stance needs to be wider slave. And bend your knees a little while pushing out your pussy. And arch your back more so your breasts are completely on display now." He instructed.

Making the adjustments I continued looking at myself in the mirror. It really was a humiliating pose. Perfect for a slut who wanted her body to be used. Mixed in with all the emotions was sense of pride at how good I looked. Finally with my posture at attention perfected I mustered up the courage to look down between my legs.

My eyes became transfixed as I looked at my pussy now shaved smooth and adorned with a ring. The mark of a slave girl.

Emotions of fear and excitement began to well up within me. The finality of it was almost too much to bear. Anyone who saw my piercing would know exactly what I was.

How could I have been so naive to sign my rights away like this? Feelings of self doubt started to race through my mind but before they could overwhelm me the Dr spoke up again.

"With this ring you officially enter your slave trial period miss Lacey. I imagine you will find that you will quite like your new piece of jewelry." He said confidently.

Still standing at attention he moved closer to me and looked me in the eyes through the mirror before continuing, "I'm sure in this moment there are a million things going through your head and you need a moment to decompress. You are fully processed and free to go home now. Your next appointment with us is in one weeks time. I hope you enjoy yourself in the meantime alright." he said playfully while his hand moved down once more to my slave pussy. Toying with me one last time as I stood helplessly at attention for him.

With that he sent me on my way back to the front desk of the office. I was so flustered that I almost walked out the door completely naked. I looked back at the girl working the front desk, surprised she hadn't said anything.

"I almost forgot my clothes" I said jokingly, hoping the absurdity of the statement wouldn't sink in.

"oh I thought you might not want them." she chuckled, "I saw your clit ring and assumed you were diving head first into your trial period."

"I think for now I would like to at least wear clothes when I'm in public."

"oh, okay then lets get you dressed then. Right this way miss Lacey."

I assumed she was going to take me over to the locker they had originally stored my clothes but instead we waled into another room that turned out to be a large walk in closet.

"Aren't I getting my clothes back?"

"Oh maybe you didn't see that part in your trial contract but you relinquished the clothes you were wearing when you became a slave. So we will have to dress you with what we have on hand here."

That seemed odd, but OK. As long as I could wear something so the entire world wouldn't get to see my clit ring on my walk home.

"Would you mind standing at attention while I pick out some clothes?"

I realized now that as a slave anyone could tell me to stand at attention, and that I would likely be holding this humiliating pose often.

I did as instructed spread my legs apart and put my arms behind my back. After which the the secretary briefly groped my pussy, gently pulling on my clit ring as her hand fell away.

she did it so casually and without warning that I almost jumped in surprise. But I knew better than to stop holding my display position as it was designed to make my body easily accessed for who ever wanted to play or torment with me.

She went on rummage through the clothes until she had settled on a couple of items. And as she turned around with clothes hangers in hand my heart sank. she had picked out a short mini-skirt and a tight fitting tank top.

"what about underwear?" I asked hesitantly

"Oh dear I think you shouldn't plan on wearing any undergarments for the next month" she chuckled

I knew this was going to be her answer. as a slave my body needed to be accessible to anyone and panties and bras would just get in the way of that. But I had still hoped that I might get to have bit of decency for my return home.

I was released from my display position and allowed to put on my clothes and sent on my way. I couldn't get out of the slave office fast enough. All I wanted to do was to get home and recollect myself.

I quickly strode through the street careful to not kick up my skirt. The last thing I wanted was some stranger on the street to see my cleanly shaved pussy with its clit ring.

However to my dismay I noticed that as I walked the movement of my legs caused my clit ring to ever so slightly move and pull on my clit. This constant teasing was keeping me aroused, almost to the point of orgasm as I walked at a brisk pace.

I realized now that I was going to be horny a lot during the course of the next month, or noticing my clit throughout the day at the very least.

Fortunately I was able to get home without incident. I burst through my front door panting, half from how fast I had been walking and half from the adrenaline of

Now in the safety of my home I took off the revealing cloths I had been forced to wear, somehow feeling more comfortable in the nude than wearing them. I collapsed onto my bed exhausted. I was drained from all that had happened in the day and for a brief moment relaxed, my mind blank.

This didn't last long however as my mind turned back to the day's events. It all felt surreal, almost like a dream. Had I really gone to the institute of training and volunteered to be a slave for a month? What kind of person would do that, it was crazy.

Sure I had always thought being a slave might be exciting, but this commitment was extreme. I would have no control over my body, anyone could do with me as they pleased. I could be used as a sexual plaything anytime by some stranger, no matter how i felt about it.

And I knew I would face humiliation at every turn. People at school loved to tease the slaves in training, tormenting them as much as possible. People would always go out of their way to remind a slave of her place.

I began to toss and turn, the reality almost overwhelming. It happened all so fast, maybe it didn't happen at all?

But no; in my turning on the bed I felt my constant reminder of my situation. The ring on my clit. There was no escaping reality there. I was a marked slave. The ring not only a symbol to the outside of my new place, but as I was discovering, a constant reminder to myself as well.

Almost on it's own my hand moved down to my pussy, hesitant to touch what I knew was there. I couldn't bring my self to look down, but I had to feel it for myself one more time to be sure.

I wasn't sure I wanted it to be true, but non the less as my fingers slowly traversed down my body they eventually felt the cool metal of the ring. I pulled my hand back, almost in shock, but quickly gave in to the need to explore this new addition to my body.

Gently at first, I circled the ring with my fingers afraid to move it to much. My clit was still a bit swollen and sensitive from the day and so even this light touching sent some sparks. Becoming more comfortable I pinched the ring and gave it a light tug.

Having now overcome the initial self denial of my adornment I looked down now as I continued pulling on the ring. The skin of my clit hood stretched without pain to my surprise as I lightly pulled.

I became a little intruded, this thing was sturdier than I thought. Then in a split second I decided to pull on it hard. Seemingly out of frustration and a feeling of helplessness I pulled on the ring almost as if I wanted to rip it out.

Quickly this became uncomfortable and then painful so I quickly let go. Breathing a bit heavier again I laid back onto my bed again. The pain in my clit hood was short lived fortunately, but what had I been trying to accomplish?

it's not like I wanted to hurt myself tearing the ring out. Certainly trying to avoid a month as a slave wasn't worth self mutilation.

Of course my bit of self exploration had left me once again turned on. Lying on my bed I felt I had had enough stimulation for the day, but another part of me felt it might just be better to get it over with and play with my pussy.

In my indecision I decided to get up and take a look at myself in my closet mirror.

Standing before it I looked at myself, and saw what I felt like was the same girl who had looked in the mirror this morning. Nothing really felt that different to me in the way I felt now. But as I continued to look in the mirror I couldn't help as my eyes drifted down between my legs.

Damn it! That ring really was nefarious. There it sat, neatly sitting at the top of my little pussy nestled just between my labia. I couldn't help but think it looked good. I had always thought that the clit rings that slaves wore were cute.

And of course in my fantasizing I had made myself cum many times to the thought of being pierced myself. Now here I was, living what I had thought about so many times. Instinctively I spread my legs apart and took the display position.

Now this was a Lacey that didn't look so familiar. But a part of me felt that it looked right. I do make for a good looking slave I jokingly thought. I had always been proud of my body. My breasts were perky and full and I had always felt like I had good looking pussy with my slender yet plump labia and cute little clit.

I knew that on some level I was looking forward to getting to show off a bit. My body would drive the boys crazy and the other girls wouldn't be able to help but compare themselves to my body.

I continued standing in front of the mirror, admiring myself in display position. Pushing my chest forward a bit and squatting a bit more I tried to perfect my look. I couldn't help but think back to how the Dr had played with me earlier when he first had me stand like this.

It was absolutely humiliating, I had been toyed with like I wasn't even there. Like I wasn't just a girl standing in front of him. But it had felt so good too. The memory was putting me over the top now. What if he'd had taken me in that moment? Right in front of the nurse?

He could have, I was just a slave. He had every right to, it was legal for me to be fucked at anytime. I no longer had a say in the matter.

The power he had over me as he casually played with my pussy and clit ring was honestly the hottest thing that had happened in my entire life. Never had I been so completely owned, and I realized now just how much that turned me on.

The moment had gotten to me and I decided that despite it all there was no way I could end this night without masturbating.

As I decided to give into my building urges, i took a moment to bask in my new reflection as a slave one more time and quietly whispered to my self while making eye contact, "Lacey you are a slave"

I went to touch my now dripping pussy and was instantly overcome with an intense wave of pleasure. I had intended to play with myself in bed but I realized that wasn't going to happen as I half collapsed on the floor.

My mind went blank and I lost myself in the sensation. This was something primal like I had never felt before. As the fingers of one hand entered my tight little hole my other grabbed my breast and nipple.

My fingers slid effortlessly into my wet pussy, with there every movement moving me towards an overwhelming bliss. With a massive wave of pleasure building within me I pinched and pulled on my nipple hard.

I had never masturbated this roughly with myself before but I had never been this overcome with needing release either. I completely lost control. Between forcefully moving my fingers into my hole I would to rub my cunt, and in doing so the utility of my clit ring became even more apparent.

I could feel how the ring on my clit hood now left my little button completely defenseless. Every movement radiated to it and I couldn't help as my attention gravitated to it. It felt so unbelievably good as now I gently held the ring between my fingers as I continued circling around my pussy.

I could feel it, this was the reason a person would decide to become a slave. In this moment my whole world revolved around my pussy and clit and I loved it. In this moment everything seemed so simple. All I wanted. All I needed. Was the release that i could feel starting to come over me.

If giving up my freedom would let me experience this, then the only thing I could be in life is a slave.

In one last moment my memory went back to the Doctor. I could feel the power he had over me even now. Almost more so now. And finally I gave in. I would be a slave.

A heat and electricity took over me then like nothing I had ever felt. My hands jerked and my limbs clenched as the most incredible feeling rushed through my body. Began to shake almost convulsing as waves of pleasure came over me. I was paralyzed in bliss.

My hand eventually left my pussy and breasts but the sensation didn't stop. It felt like it might never stop.

Eventually I came to my senses, panting as it felt like I was regaining consciousness. Had I passed out? I had no idea. All I knew was that had just had by far the most powerful orgasm of my life.

I laid there glued to the carpet just trying to catch my breath. My mind was blank. I still felt paralyzed and every now and then a little shiver would pass through me as I tried to calm down.

What had that been? I had gone crazy, turned into an animal almost.

With the moment passed my mind was clearing. I couldn't believe what had gotten into me. As I began to reflect on the moment i thought about what had been going throught my head.

In that moment I was ready to commit to being a slave like no other time before. All my pretending and fantasying had been nothing compared to what had come over me in that instance.

Finally calming down a bit I began to sit up as I my breathing settled down.

With my moment of giving into my urges now passed a sense of fear come over me. I didn't really want to be a slave, at least not forever. That orgasm had been incredible but was it really worth giving up my freedom?

I felt so conflicted. There was no doubt a part of me did want to become a slave. Why else would I volunteer to sign my rights away and let them mark me in my most private place.

Still, for as fun as being a slave seemed I wasn't just signing up to be pleasured. I would be expected to serve anyone who wanted me, and would be less than a person to all my peers.

A life time of degradation and humiliation seemed like too steep a price to me.

Maybe I could just find a guy who would be willing to treat me like a slave at home?

Could that be enough satisfy this desire that seemed to drive me?

Sitting up now I was facing my closet mirror again. my arms resting on my knees my legs were haphazardly spread and my eyes moved down to the space between them.

There again was my crux. Looking at the symbol of my slavery I found some form of determination.

However I felt, the fact remained that that while I had this clit ring I would be a slave. And it was up to me, to some degree, how that would play out.

For now I decided I would try my best to hide it from my peers. In training, while legally a slave, only the institute would know of my new status. For the next month I would be required to return to the institute for regular training session, but outside of that I had no commitment to be a slave to others.

Of course if I was found out I was still just a slave and would have to do as I was told by anyone. But I was confident my classmates would not find me out if I was careful.

In my day to day life I was just a regular girl. In fact I had done my own fair share of humiliating slaves with the other girls in my class on occasion. I doubt anyone suspected that I had secretly been desiring to become one myself.

With my plan in mind I started getting ready for bed. I had school tomorrow and I felt like I might just pass out on the floor if I wasn't careful.

As I got in my bed and snuggled under the covers, I felt safe and secure again. As long as I wasn't found out at school for the next month this could be fun.