It’s another day at Spellbook Slaves. Just past lunch a dapper looking gentleman walks in and heads right to my desk.
“I need to convert my soon to be wife and two of her bridesmaids.”
I can help you with that, I reply. First do you have a marriage license? If you do, converting your fiance is just a matter of a little entry work and of course, paying the tax and fees. The bridesmaids on the other hand, well, unless you have proof that you had sex with them 3 times in the last 30 days or they volunteer I really can’t help you.
I’ve got both. I mean I’ve had sex with both.
Do you have some proof?
Does phone video count?
Yep. Let me see it.
The amount of bad porn I have to watch is one of the down sides of this job. I watch the video on the phone and take note of the date stamp.
OK that will do it, assuming I can ID the women in the video with the bridesmaids. How do you want to do this?
What are my options?
Well, I can serve notice to them at the wedding, you can have it be part of the service or I can get to them before the wedding and serve notice then.
Can you tie them up and gag them before the wedding?
Sure, that’s not an issue. Tell me where to find them and I’ll have them ready for you. However, there is the matter of the end use of the slaves. Are you keeping all three or what?
Ah, yeah, that was the point.
OK then I’ll need $250 each for the tax and $150 each processing fee. So call it $1,200 total.
Monique Coleman, Candace Barber and Tammy Pittman? I have a signed and tax paid notice of conversion of the three of you. You are now the property of a Mr. Wendell Greene, assuming there is no impediment to your conversion. Be advised that at this time I am authorized any level of force needed to process your conversion. Mr. Greene has requested that you be bound and gagged for the service. Do you understand?
Monique, the bride, turns to the other two women. “I told you that fucking Wendell was a bad idea, I don’t care if we had an open relationship or not, he was my fiance, you should have had a little respect and not fucked him Now look at where you are. I knew I was going to be converted, but I didn’t think he would get greedy at take you two as well. Serves you right.”
08:30 AM – Open the shop. A family is waiting for me to open the doors.
“Do you do floggings?”
Oh shit, it’s going to be one of those days “No, not of free women”
“Oh. Can you like make some one a slave for just like a day?”
“Nope. Well, that isn’t quite true, but the taxes are steep, you would have to pay $250 taxes, take control of the slave, then pay a $500 manumission tax, plus our fees”
The husband and the wife step back and start talking low to each other. The 2 teen daughters stand by the door.
The husband and wife come up to my desk. He bends over and say to me in a low tone of voice “We have decided that we are just going to sell them to you. Make me an offer.”
I bring up the slave-net price guide “Age?”
“18 and 19” he replies
I start to enter data in to the ‘Make an offer’ form, checking the blonde hair color and normal build boxes. “Are they tested for sex skills? Or do they have any certs of training for non sexual skills?”
“Well, I have their latest report cards.” says the wife “They aren’t very good, which is why I wanted them flogged“.
“Any thing that might bring their value up? For example are they virgins?”
The father shakes his head “Not that I know of, and they have had boys over to often while alone for me to think they are virgins any more.”
I finish off the form. “Assuming no other factors, the current price for a teen with no extra skills is around $500, so I can offer you a grand for the pair. Do you want to convert them?”
They look at each other, she nods “Yeah, let do that.”
“So you want a paper check or a debit card with the $1000 on it?”
“Plastic will be fine.”
I grab a blank debit card from the safe under the desk, and enter the data in the computer to activate it for $1000.00 USD and hand it to the husband. The mother walks over to the girls and says “Strip. We have decided to sell you“.
09:15 AM – A brunette with large tits walks in
“Can I volunteer to be a slave here? I mean so I can be sold?‘
“Yes, I can convert you if that is what you want.” I reply to her.
As soon as I said that, she starts to strip.
“Do I have any choice as to who I get sold to?”
A common question “Well, sort of. We offer a “Right of first refusal” service, where you can give us the name of some one that we will contact to see if they want to buy you.”
That’s close enough for me “Call Louis Little and tell him Cathy Rice is for sale”
After putting Cathy in the holding cell, I give Mr. Little a call. He informs me that he will make a decision about her by end of the day.
10:15 The boss comes in and starts talking to me “You know those slave stocks in the park down town?”
I allow that I know what he is talking about
“Well, despite the warning on them”, he continues “two women are in them now. According to the park police, their boyfriends talked them into having their pictures taken in the pillory, but left after they were in. They have been in them long enough for the conversion to have taken. Go get them.”
11:00 After returning from the park I’ve got a bad case of need my cock sucked. Fortunately a side benefit of working for a slave shop is that you can get your cock sucked pretty much when ever you have a time for a break. I tell the boss I’m taking a break and will be back after I get my rocks off. “Break in one of the new slaves. Use the harness to keep her in place“. Got to love a job where the boss tells you face fuck a new slave. Actually there isn’t much about this job I don’t like.
Louis Little called back, says that he is willing to pay $800 for her. I take his card info and process the sale. The slave with the free name of Cathy Rice seems happy when I tell her.
A pale redhead walks in. “Can I find out how much I’m worth? It’s for a school project.”
“Sure“, I reply, “do you want the full test or just the non invasive version?”
She stops for a second “What is the difference?”
“Well the full invasive test also checks the tightness of your vagina, ass and does a test on basic oral skills. It’s also $50 to run and takes about 30 minutes. The non-invasive test is free and all you have to do is strip down and let me take a set of photos of you and run them through a computer program.”
“I’ll do the free one“, she replies after thinking a few seconds.
While she is stripping down, I get her name, age, weight, bra size and measurements and enter them into the program. I take 4 photos of her, from various angles. After a few seconds the program returns an estimated value for a slave with no tested skills of her body type, age and hair color as $650, before taxes. To be honest that is higher than I thought it would be, a fact I tell her when I give her the print out.
“Well thank you.”
“Have a nice day miss.”
1:30 PM – A slightly dishevled and slightly drunk middle aged man enters. “I want to see any MILF types you got.”
“Do they have to be actually a mother, or just of that age?” I ask.
He pauses, thinking about that. “Nah, don’t got to be a mother, just not be a teen or twenty something. No big ass tits either, more than a handful is a waste I say…”
As he keeps muttering about tits and ass, I bring up the database of slaves on hand. We have 6 that might be what he is looking for. “If you will follow me, sir, I can show you what we have in stock.”
I have him wait in the intake “clinic” while I bring the 6 “MILFS” up. He stands there, watching. After 45 seconds or so “They got names?”
“Technically, no, but I do have their free names”. I pull out the print out “From left to right we have Karen Thompson, Rochelle Frank, Rosie Freeman, Margarita Scott, Anita Kelly and Sue Casey”
He points at Anita “The red head with the pig tails. How much for her?”
I check the print out. “$650, plus tax. The tax is $250, so you are looking at $900 walk away price”
I can do that. Here take my card and run it.
2:00 PM The phone rings. And rings. And rings. I’m not on phone duty, but I hate listening to a phone ring. I look over and see both the other clerks are on the phone. Damn. Hate this.
“Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you?”
“Well, I don’t know if you can, but I told them I would try. Seems I got 5, ah, women, in my bar that after not being able to get any one to buy them drinks, got well, naked, and told me “Call a slaver, he will take us, even if you limp dicks won’t” They are bothering my customers. Did I mention this is a gay bar?”
I hold back a giggle. “Yeah, I can help you out. Give me your address and I will get there as soon as possible.”
Thank you so much!
I inform the boss of the deal and ask if he wants to handle it or what? He tosses me the keys to the slave van “You took the call, you do the work“.
I arrive at the address given and walk in. Spotting the women in question isn’t all that hard, they are the only women in the bar, much less the only ones naked.
“Hello Ladies, I’m from Spellbook Slaves and I’ve been told that if you don’t get a drink bought for you that you would rather be a slave, is that right?”
5 heads nod up and down and they all say “yeah“, or words to that effect.
“OK, let’s make sure of this“. I turn to the men in the bar “Does any one want to buy any of these ladies a drink? Last call!”
Most of the men holler back “Fuck No” or again, words to that effect.
“OK, ladies, follow me out to the van. Let me tell you this, the moment you get into the van of your own free will you will have legally committed yourself to being converted, assuming nothing that disqualifies you happens. So, if you aren’t sure, put your clothes back on and walk out the door.” None of them move. “OK then, let’s go.”
Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you?
This is a little complex, so let me explain. My husband and I have a girlfriend that I want to enslave but I don’t want dear hubby to get her and I don’t want to risk his revenge so after she is converted, I want to volunteer my self. Can you do that? And if you can can you send some one here to pick us up in the next 90 minutes or so?
Sure, but you do understand that you husband can buy either of you back if he finds out where the sale is.
I’m willing to take that risk.
OK, let me get some information then. Name of the converted?
OK, Name of the requester?
OK, Marlene, I’m going to need a copy of a government issued photo ID, and some proof that you have had consensual sex with the converted three times in the last 30 days. A timed stamped video for a smart phone will do. And because you are also female, it needs to be with a strap-on, oral sex , a hand held device or digital stimulation doesn’t count. Another issue is that it can’t be with your husband, as group sex counts as a performance, which isn’t allowed for person of personal contact reasons.
So you need 3 videos of me fucking the slut. Does ridding her ass with a 10 inch strap-on count? Or does it have to be in the slut’s cunt?
No, any hole will do. You can email all those to email@example.com.
A few moments pass while the video and copy of id is uploaded.
OK, that seems clear enough. I’ve started the conversion process now. How much do you want for her? Don’t forget you have to pay a $500 tax on the transaction.
Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. How about a dollar?
You mean five hundred and one?
No, I mean a dollar. Hank can deal with the tax, after all the account is in his name first, and I only have limited access to it.
OK then. <clicky-click> She’s converted. You said you wanted to volunteer for conversion yourself. Let me do some copy and pasting here… <clicky-click> OK, Marlene Mann, a free woman with out a Mistress license, you wish to be converted to a person of limited rights?
Yes, I do.
OK, I’m sending a van out to pick both of you up. Please have the front door unlocked when they arrive.
Steven? Is that you? I’m in the bathroom. Your package came, they said they were early. I signed for it.
Ah, it’s not what you think Betsy.
I think it’s sweet that you got another blonde with big tits. Just like me. That’s sweet. You want to know what else came in the mail? Remember that class I took back in July? Well, my final grades came back and I qualify as a “Mistress” now. I registered as one as soon as I had the final grade codes. Aren’t you proud of me? Oh, that’s right, you didn’t know about that class. Want to know one of the things they taught us? Slave transfer laws. Did you know that if a slave is delivered, ownership goes to a “qualified member of the household sighing for the slave, unless otherwise noted on the delivery papers.” Guess who is a qualified member of the household now? I hope you didn’t pay to much for my snuff toy…”
Your snuff toy?
Yes, dear, I’ve knocked her out with that chloroform you thought I didn’t know about and I’m tying her up in the bath tub. I’m going to slowly fill the tub up with cold water, until the bitch drowns. Then I’m going out for drinks and maybe a call to my lawyer, unless you can tell me why I shouldn’t
I bought her for you, as a graduation present. I told you it wasn’t what you thought. I noticed what class you were taking when I looked at the credit card bill. Granted I had to go on the school’s website to find out what the code meant, but, yes I’m proud of you dear.
Ah, that’s sweet. Thank you Steven. Want to watch her drown?
What the hell does he want now? Oh gross, he’s got it out. I’ll bet he wants me to suck on it. Like that’s going to happen.
“Misty Steele, did you happen to notice the new place on Broadway and 4th?”
No, hunky buns, I didn’t.
Didn’t think she would. Not the part of town she likes. Granted there isn’t a lot of town around here too like. Not my problems
Well, it’s one of those “White Slave” places like they have in big towns. Looks like middle of nowhere Kansas has finely joined the 21st century in America.
Why would I care about that?
Oh? Thinking of buying a slave to help around the house?
Not really, but I have been thinking about selling a slave, then maybe getting an another.
He wouldn’t dare…
Yeah, Ms. Steele, if I don’t get the best blowjob I’ve ever had in the next 5 minutes I’m going to be about $750 richer.
You! No, You can’t mean that!
Yes, Misty, I mean it. I mean it so much I’ve already called you in. All I got to do now is wait for the pickup guy to arrive. I told them that there was a chance I might back out, but, well, I don’t see any lips on my cock, so I’m thinking I’m not going to back out of the deal.
John! You, Let me show you…
Yeah, that got her sucking alright. Not that it’s going to matter. Not that I’m telling her that.
Oh, yeah, that’s right, do it like you did when you were a cheerleader… Oh Yeah, that’s it. More… Deeper… Oh, yeah.
Oh this is so gross. He can’t be serious. Why is he looking at the clock?
Oh, Yeah, so good. So good… Ah, ah Ahhh Swallow it bitch!!! Ah!!
Gross. I can’t believe he came in my mouth.
Well, you did make me cum before your time ran out, but that wasn’t the best blow job I’ve had. Your sister sucks a lot better. Hell, my secretary sucks better, so yeah, in a few minutes, I’m trading you for a prepaid debit card, loaded with $750.