New year at Spellbook Slaves.

OK, I’m holding this meeting to let y’all know how last year went and how I think we can do better this year.  We averaged about 17 slaves a day intake and had about the same out go.  We had an average churn time of 5 days.  All those are good numbers, given the size of our market area, but I think, with a little work, we can raise the intake to 20 a day or more.  These are the ways that I think we can work on to make those numbers happen.

  1. Start being more aggressive about school buys.  I’m talking about all the schools, the Eastlake school weekly sales, the private school fund raisers and paying attention to sorority sales from all 3 universities.  Granted I don’t expect much from the religious schools, but it’s not unheard of.  John and Josh, I’m assigning you to the school beat, so to speak.  I expect one of you to make it to the weekly sales by Eastlake district and try to get as many of the university and private school sales as possible.  As fair as quality of the slaves go, I want any body that would be rated as ‘Grade B’ or better or has a real meat grade of ‘A’ or better, and yes, I know those two scales don’t have a lot in common.  Don’t get into bidding wars, but you need to be active about getting the buy.  If you have time you might check the school website for girls with a 4 demerits and make a preemptive call to their parents.
  2. I’m going to try to raise our profile in South Side.  I know that we get a lot of Southerners coming in for doing one form of family conversion or another, but I want to increase that.  I’ve set up a deal to have a kiosk on a couple of the golf courses during week ends,  both for sales and buys.  Fred and Philip,  you get that duty.
  3. Weddings.   I know they haven’t been in our wheelhouse before, but I think we can expand into that market, both by supplying slaves for the happy couple and for making the bride into a slave-wife.  I’ve got some feelers out to several of the ‘normal’ wedding planners about sub contracting the slave aspect of a modern day wedding.  Linda and Roberta, you get that duty.  I’ll give you the contact information after this meeting.
  4. Contract conversions.  I want a full court press on getting every one of those contracts do be handled by us.  I’m talking collections, gyms, the whole shebang.    I’ll be leading this one, but I expect I’ll be handing out stuff on an ad-hock basis for follow up work.

Staffing.  I’m planing on expanding staff.  I’m mainly looking at getting more of the Mistresses that graduate each semester on as staff.  I’m also going to increase the number of Mistress Trainees interns from the current 4 to maybe 8 or 10, depending on the quality of students.  Tesla will provide most of those, but that’s mainly due to the fact that I have day to day contact with the mittens there.  I’ll be expanding to the other schools, but I suspect that I might run into some problems with that, well, because the Mistress trainers at the other schools will be doing the same thing.


<Later that day at the Harkinson house. Megan is talking to her sister Joanne.  Joanne is getting married to Dillon Staton today.  Megan is to be Joanne’s maid of honor.  As they are talking  Megan pulls out a small 9mm pistol and points it at Joanne>

“Well, Joanne didn’t think I would get to do this as your maid of honor, but then again, well, let’s just say that this is a day I’ve been waiting for most of my life.  I’m sorry but I’m have to tell you that there has been a change in plans for your wedding.  Rather major changes, to say the least.  Listen to what I have to say or I shoot you. OK?”

“What are you doing?  What do you mean changes?  Where did you get that gun?  Tell me what’s going on please, why are you doing this?”

“Why?  Because I’ve always been in your shadow.  You got the grades in school with out needing to work for them, you got the boys to do things for you, you even got engaged to a man we both had our eyes on.  Did you know that Dillon and I were having an affair, even after he proposed to you?  That’s where I came up with this plan.   I suggested making you a slave to Dillon and he went for it.  Here is the thing.  I know you two have signed the marriage license, which is all it takes to give Dillon the right to convert you.    Right after it was signed, he went to Spellbook Slaves and had you converted.  That added $500 to the cost of the wedding, but all  in all it will be worth it.  Now here is the important thing, either you let me put you in bondage so we can have a nice friendly slave wedding or I put a bullet in your brain.  Because you are a slave, I can do that because I have the permission of your owner.  So what is it going to be sister mine?  Life as a slave or dead on your wedding day?  Or should I say our wedding day.  After the big public slave wedding you are having, Dillon and I are getting married.  Seems that a slave wedding isn’t legally binding.”

“No, don’t shoot me, I’ll be good, just don’t kill me, please…”

< Joanne puts on her wedding dress, then Megan ties up Joanne >

Sisters

“Now doesn’t that look sweet.? The black ropes really set off your wedding dress.  Now let me gag you so you don’t make any more bothersome noises.”

<Megan pulls out her phone>

“Dillon, honey?  Yeah I’ve got her all ready to go for you.  I’m sorry but I tied her legs together, so you are going to need to come and get her, she can’t walk out the door on her own.   … Yes, I used the black rope you gave me.  Looks really good over her wedding dress. …  Yes of course I gagged her.  Didn’t really want to hear her whine about this. … You say that you have hired those slavers to come pick her up and transport her to the wedding site  How much did that cost?  … Free as long as it less than 2 hours use of the van? Great, I’ll wait here for them.  Love you too.”  <Megan puts her phone away>  “Looks like you are getting the full treatment, being transported to the chapel in a proper slaver’s van.  Being manhandled like you were a side of beef.  You should thank me, because I didn’t ask Dillon to snuff you after the service, because I bet he would if I had asked.  You never did ask me about those night school classes I took.  Turns out that I’m a Mistress now.  That means I don’t have to worry about being converted if Dillon gets a strange idea about having two sisters as slaves.  No, we will just have a quiet small little justice of the peace ceremony and take you with us on our honeymoon.   Really, being a Mistress is just like what it must have been like before the White Slave Act was passed.  Granted you have to pass the course, and failure to do so will result in your conversion, but all and all it’s totally worth it.  I would recommend that you get your certificate, but they don’t take slaves.  Sorry about that.”

 

 

A night shift at Spellbook Slaves

I hate the night shift at Spellbook Slaves.  Well, that’s not quite true, I really don’t hate working at Spellbook, just the night shift is my least favorite shift to work.  Take last night, as an example.

I got in, just in time, at 11:00 PM (23:00 for you people that use the 24 hour clock).  The evening shift dude tossed me the keys and grunted something about “have a great night”.

Just as he left, a nice looking couple came in.  She was wearing what had to be mistress garb and he was in a dress coat and slacks.  Not what I normally get.  I made a mental bet that she was going to take the lead in this interchange.

“May I help you?”

She replied “Yes, we are looking for a blonde, with medium breasts and high scores in oral skills and at least average on anal.  Right dear?”

He looked at her, “What ever you say, ‘Mistress Theresa’.”  I could here the quote marks around “Mistress Theresa”.  And I won the bet with myself.  Not sure if that counts as a win, because I also lost the bet.

1st sale of the night.

The man turned to me “Theresa just finished her Mistress class and we thought we would get a new slave to celebrate.”

I typed in the criteria that they had given me and directed them to the screen where the 4 that meet their criteria that we had in stock were displayed.  “If you can make a selection I can will bring her up for your approval.  They spent several minutes before deciding  on Slave 5789-19.  She had a date of conversion of only a few days ago.    Day shift must due a lot more than night shift if we have had almost 6000 slaves this year.  Of course there were several large lots that added a couple of hundred at a time.  That still a slave intake of just over 17 and a half a day.   “What can you tell us about this slave, like what was her name and how did she become a slave?”  Mistress Theresa asked.  I brought up her history.  “Her name was Michelle Hall, and she was converted by a person of personal contact, a Mr. Edgar Reid.   Looks like based of the proof of contact supplied it was a one night stand that he recorded on his home security system.  She really should have stopped after being fucked and giving a blow job.  It was the anal that pushed her over the line.”    I clicked on his shop history.  “Looks like Mr. Reid has quite a history of converting ‘girlfriends’ as see she was number 7 in the past 2 years.  Any rate, Michelle was tested a couple of months before she was converted, no reason given, and scored high in oral, both male and female and slightly above average in anal.  She also has a certificate  of training as a cook and in house cleaning.  Hmm.  Cert date is the day before her sex tests.   It’s like she was trying to qualify as a house slave.  What ever.  Let me go get her from the pens.”  I triggered the “Will be back soon” sign on the door and locked it, for the out side.  Don’t want people coming in with no staff at the counter.  Not sure why we do this, but it’s in The Book that if the counter is empty, no new people are allowed into the building.   After finding slave 5789’s cell, I woke her “Rise and shine, need to be ready for sale, a nice couple has selected you.  After a few seconds she as up off her bed and looking at me groggily.  “A couple?  That’s nice, I think any way.  Did you tell them I was a cook and house keeper or what?”   I looked down at her “Yes, but only after they selected you from the 4 that met their criteria of ‘blonde, medium breasts and high oral and anal skills’.  Looks like they are buying a suck and ass-fuck toy, but you never know, come on, lets not keep them waiting.  Just so you will know, she is a Mistress, so make sure you act correctly for her.”

I brought her up front to the waiting customers, unlocking the door and turning off the “back soon light”.   Theresa looked at her some what critically while he just looked at Theresa.  “Will she do Theresa?  I mean as your starter slave?”    Mistress Theresa nodded yes.  “She will do.  You said she also has a cert in cooking?”  “Yes Mistress, she does, French and Italian specialties.” I reply.

He handed me a gold card, which I ran.  I didn’t apply any surcharges to the sale, because they didn’t act like the types that get the surcharges.  I handed the card back saying “She came to $950, with tax.  I’ve charged your card for that amount, thank you for choosing Spellbook Slaves for you slave needs.  Do you need a collar and leash for her? ”  Theresa pulled thin collar and short leash out of her purse and said “No, I came prepared.”  With that, she collared slave 5789 and led her out of the building.

A wife for conversion

Shortly after they left a man in a tux came in with a nude woman, who, based her apparent on age was his wife or mistress, not a daughter.

“I’d like to sell you my wife”

“Wilfred, can’t you just get a divorce?  Why do you have to sell me off?”  She asked him.

I ignored their by-play and asked for their ID.  Wilfred Moss and his wife Alicia.  State database showed them to be married and with out any children young enough to trigger the maternity clause.  “Thank you sir.  Does she have any certifications of worth?”  Mr. Moss looked at me.  “I don’t understand your question.”  “A certificate of worth is a certificate that shows she has some skills, for example from a cooking school or other trade school recognized by the state.  “I she has a fine art’s degree, does that count?”  “Depends on the degree, what was her specialty?  Graphic artists are in demand right now,  and of course dancers are always welcome, but there isn’t much call for mixed media types.”  He looked a bit pained  “Well, what if she doesn’t have any certificates?   “Well then her price will be based on her age and general condition.  If you will bring her over to in front of this work station, I can take a scan of her and run it though the computer to see what is what and who is who.”  As he positioned her in front of the camera, I entered her age.  She didn’t look bad for a woman in her early 40’s.   “Wilfred, don’t due this”.  I looked up from the station.  “You be silent or I will gag you.  A person with right of conversion has requested your conversion and there is no obvious reason to refuse the conversion.  This is your first warning.  Now stand on that plate  and face the camera”  She looked like she was slapped in the face, but stood straight and faced the camera.  A flash later I had her picture was waiting on the evaluation software to kick in the results.  The plate she was standing on feed in her weight and her height was calculated from her image.   A few seconds later I got a rating and price quote of $350.   I looked over to Mr. Moss.  I can offer $350 for her.   Unless you have any worth certs I’m afraid that is a high as I can go.  I’ve checked and her general fine arts degree is included in that valuation.   “Well, if that is what she is worth, I’ll take it.”    I made a few entries on my workstation and poof   Alicia Moss was now slave 5802-19.  I triggered the “Be back soon” sign, locked the door and  I took her back to the holding pen.   On return I asked Mr. Moss if he wanted store credit, a debit card loaded with $350 or cash for his now ex-wife.  “Cash will do nicely” he said.

I checked the clock.  It’s just after midnight, which means I’m in the gap between “Out on the town, let’s go to the slave shop” crowd, such as it is, and the “Bars let out, lets go to the slaver” crowd, which is always fun to deal with.   I decide to take slave 5802 back to her cell.  I trigger the sign and door and take her back. When I return, there is a crowd of women at the door.  I open the door and they all come in.  These women have on thing in common with each other.  Huge freaking tits and sort of thick bodies.  They type that looks best with a spit in her cunt and coming out her mouth.

5 soon to be long pigs

“Welcome to Spellbook Slaves,how may I help you ladies”

The tallest one, a blonde, says “We want to be turned into slaves before our husbands get home”

It’s going to be one of those nights.  “OK I can do that.  I need your ID and a urine sample from each of you.  Please go into the restroom one at a time fill the cup you will find in there up to the line marked on it.”   When you return please strip down to and stand against that wall.  Also I have to ask, are all of your breasts real?  Makes a difference on your grade.   They all tell me that they are real.  “May I ask why you want to be converted” I say to them as they return with their urine samples.   I test them all and they come back drug free and not pregnant, which makes them convertible, assuming they don’t have a minor child.  The redhead turns to me to say “We heard them say that they were going to take us to Hill’s Meat in the morning.  We decided that it was better if we converted ourselves before then.  “I see.  You do understand that converting yourself may or may not avoid the spit.  We do sell to several alternate meat suppliers in town, Hill’s being one of them, and let me tell you up front, that each of you has what is called a ‘meat prime’ body, which means the odds are high that you will not make to the end of the week with out being spit roasted.”    The shorter blonde looks me dead in the face and says “Even if we do get roasted at least our husbands don’t get the money or the meat”.  Yeah, one of those nights.   “OK, I can do that for you.  Let me run your ID’s to make sure none of you have a flag on file with the state.”

Frances Richardson, Jane Martin, Jessica Campbell, Heather Murphy and Annie Bennett all come back as convertible, with no minor children.  I run them through the machine to get a rating for them and they all come back as either Real Meat Prime (RMP) or Prime+ (RMP+).  Yeah, they aren’t making through the week.  In fact, I send an message to “Real She Meat”, “Slut Steaks” and, just too be mean “Hill’s Fine Meat” that I had 5 RMP/RMP+ ready for pickup.  As a seconded line I sent a message to the Eastlake School district saying we had a group of RMP/RMP+ for sale, figuring that they might take one or two for the butcher classes they were starting up.  For some reason this group of pigs pissed me off and I wanted to make sure they ended up as roasts.  Not sure what it was about them that triggered my blood lust, but it was definitely triggered.  I got an almost immediate reply from the school, saying that they were interested  in all 5 of them and asked if we could put a hold on their sale until morning.  I replied that we could do that.  I send a “meat on hold” message to the alternate meat providers that I had messages before I messages the school.  While the school doesn’t pay quite as well as  Hill’s and company does, they often will do a 2 for 1 exchange of students that they are converting for meat slaves.  And to be honest, 10 teen aged slaves will normally do better for us than 5 long pigs.

Daughter for Sale

After the long pigs are taken care of I have a long period of basic boredom, where I think strongly about going back a getting my rocks of in the mouth of the new slaves/long pigs in waiting.  Might even tell her that if she is a good enough cock sucker she might escape the spit.   Not going to happen, but it does make for a better, or at least more enthusiastic, blow job.  As I’m just getting ready to head back, the door opens and man leads in a young woman, nude, but collared and leashed.  He comes up to the counter, where is announces “My name is Allen Clarke and I want to sell my daughter, Megan, off.”   I look at Megan.  She a strawberry blonde with small tits and boy like hips.  There currently is a strong market for that body style, so I’m interested  in her.  “OK can you bring her over to the this station and let me see your ID’s please.  After scanning their ID the system returns that Allen does have right of conversion over Megan, and that she is a convertible woman.  “OK can I get a urine sample just to make sure she isn’t pregnant.”  I point her to the door into the restroom.  She goes in and comes out with a sample. I did a “Slave or Not” test kit into the sample and she comes back as clean and not pregnant.  The clean part doesn’t matter as it’s not a voluntary  conversion, but parental conversion.  “OK Megan, stand here and look at the camera.  No, don’t smile, keep your face neutral.  <Flash>  OK, just a second…”  She comes back with a $600 offer attached and a flag to notify for “Male Analog” clients.  “Well Mr, Clarke, I can offer you $600 for her, but I have to tell you that if you take that offer, she is going to be sold as an anal and oral sex slave to one of the gay bars as a ‘Male Analog'”.   “Why should I care what you do with her.  Sounds like she is getting what she asked for”.  I ask if he wants cash, store credit or a debit card for her.  He says that store credit will be fine.  I enter his data into the store records and tell him that he can use the store’s web site or come in to make his selection at his leisure.

After that, it really got slow.  Around 6:30, Mike the owner comes in, “Have a good night?” he asks “Well, we got one older slave, 5 long pig volunteers that the school board wants to buy or trade for and a male analog.  Sold one as a trainer slave to a new Mistress, so not that bad of a night all things considered.  Slower than snot after 3:30 however.”

 

Another day at Spellbook Slaves

Another pickup.

 

Ring

“Hello and thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves.  How can I help you today”

“I’ve got my wife in some light duct tape bondage right now, but she’s going to be able to get free soon, I’d like to sell her to you ASAP.”

“We can do that, please give me your address and I’ll send some one to get her.”

“Why thank you”.

“I’m going to send John to do the pick up.  Do you want cash or a loaded debit card for her?”  Based on your photo she looks to be worth about $1500″

“A debit card will be fine.  How long will it be?”

“I’m sending him now, can I get the address?”

“3845 S Lewis”

“John!  Got a possible problem pick up for you.  Please go to 3845 S Lewis and take the wife.  Once you have her, let me know and I’ll transfer funds to the card.”


Walk in Business

“Hello, can I turn my self in here?”

“Well that depends on what you are wanting to turn your self in for.”

“I’ve heard that if you are a slave you can’t be charged with a crime that you did before you were a slave”

“That depends on the crime, but in general yeah.  Care to tell me what you did?  I can tell you being converted will help or not that way.”

“I stole some money from my work.  Not a lot, just a couple of thousand, but they are doing an audit next week and they might find out that I did it.  The last time they found some one stealing from them they called the cops, had her arrested, bought her when the courts converted her and spit roasted her for a company picnic.   I don’t want that to happen to me”

“Was it stocks or bonds you stole?  Makes a difference because securities are covered by the feds and they don’t care about your status.”

“No, just money…”

“That’s a state matter then and grand theft is one of the things covered by “Slaves can’t be tried for their actions as a free women” clause.

“Well then I’d like to become a slave…”


Girl Friend to convert

Ding!

“I’d like to sell you my girlfriend…”

This kid didn’t look old enough to have a girl friend, much less one that was old enough to convert.  “Can I see some ID, and proof that you are a person of personal contact with your ‘Girl Friend'”.  He digs out his wallet and shows me his learner’s permit.  He’s legal alright.

“I’ve got a bunch of photos of Amber giving me head on my phone, will that do?”

“Assuming 3 in the last 30 days, yes that will do.”  He brings out his phone and shows me a dozen or so shots of her giving head.  Of the dozen at least 3 show both her face and his, enough to indicate he was a PPC with the girl.  “Yeah, that will, do, assuming no other issues with her.”

“OK great, I’ll bring her by this after noon.”

<Later that day>

“This is the place that Coach Watson wanted me to check out.  Come in with me, ‘this will only take a second”

“This is a slave place, why would the coach send you here?”

“They sell stuff I might need”

“Like what?”

“Just come in with me”

“Oh, Fine.”

The walk up to the desk.  She looks to be of age, but I’ll check that later.

“This is Amber, I talked about her with you earlier today”

“Yes, I recognize her from your photos.  Still want to sell her?”

“Sell me!  You can’t do that we are too young.”

“Well, let’s see about that. Let me see your ID miss”

Amber hands over her license.  She’s legal, if just barely.  I set her license down “Well, in some states you might be too young, but here in Oklahoma, you are legal for conversions”

“Meric you said you loved me, why are you doing this?”

“Coach Watson wants us to convert our girl friends so as to make us ‘Real Men’.  All the team will be doing it before the first game.  The coach says he has some thing special in mind if we win that game, but we have to convert our girl friends first.”

“And you do what ever that pig of a coach tells you to do?”

“Pretty much.”

“Don’t do this, I’ll blow you every day, just don’t do this because your coach tells you to.  Please, I’m begging you, I thought you loved me…”

“Well, every morning before school?”

I could tell that Meric was starting to give in.  Need to push him towards converting her.  “Sir, if I might speak with you in private…”  I lean forward to speak to the boy and as I do so I trigger the door lock.  She’s not running out of here until we resolve this.  “I’ve heard through the grapevine that the Eastlake school system is making some sweeping changes to their student conversion policy, to take effect on the 22nd.  Do you know what status Amber’s parents have given her?  Or will give her?  It would be a shame for you to not convert her like your coach wants and she gets converted because of a school policy.  Not to mention the cash you would get if you converted her today”

What I didn’t tell him was that I already had a buyer in mind for Amber, Coach Watson had called in earlier today about his players might be bringing in their girl friends “And fuck toys”, to use his term.  I was expecting older, but what ever.  What I’m not telling Meric is how much Amber is worth, so I can let him “haggle” me up to a higher price.

“Please Meric, don’t do this.  I’ve got more to offer to you than Coach Watson does”

I look at Meric “You think she’s going to get you in to college?  Most of Coach Watson players get some sort of scholarship.  Just saying.”

Meric looks at Amber, then back to me “How much is she worth to you”

I look at her.  She’s worth 2 grand easy.  “How does $600 sound to you?”\

“Fifteen hundred”

MERIC  YOU CANT DO THIS.  I LOVE YOU!  YOU CAN’T JUST SELL ME OFF!!

“Miss I’m warning you another such out burst and I will be forced to take action against you.  A qualified person of personal contact has requested your conversion and is in negotiations for your conversion. By law I am now allowed to apply what ever level of non lethal force I need.  Now Be Silent.”

I turn back to Meric.  “How does nine hundred work for you?”

“Twelve Hundred”

“How about we say a grand even.  Cash money”

“Deal”  “Deal”

As we conclude the negotiations Amber turns and starts to run towards the door, not knowing that it was locked.    I pull out my taser and fire it at her.  She goes down like a ton of bricks.  I push the button a couple more times,  she twitches but is out for the count.  “Would you mind putting her in the holding cage while I get your money sir?”


A rental work slave

Ring Ring

“Hello, this is Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you today?”

“This is Connie Norris with Norris’s House Painting and I need to rent a slave or two for a big rush job I’ve got.   You got any that might be able to use a roller on a stick?”

We don’t get many calls for renting slaves, but it is something we do.  “Yeah, I’ve got a few that might work for you.  Rental rates are one hundred per day, but if she is not in the same or better condition when you return her, or you keep her for more than two weeks your card will be charged the full amount for the slave.

“That sounds like a deal.  I’ll be by to pick her up in a few hours.”

“That’s fine, we are open 24 hours and the time you pick her up is the time she needs to be returned by, for day count reasons.”

Blow for bucks.

Blow for Bucks.

“Welcome to “Blow for Bucks”, the game show where five blowjobs in fifteen minutes can gain you fifty thousand dollars.”

“Well, Mark, who is the first player today?”

“John, we have  Sarah Moody, a house wife from Eastlake.  According to her husband this is a great chance to make the most of her limited skill set.”

“Well, we will see about that, now.  Let me go over the rules for Blow for Bucks.  It’s simple, the player starts with a line of 5 men, all fully erect, and has to make each one cum in her mouth, using nothing but her mouth.  She has fifteen minutes to do this, which really is pushing the clock.  If she finishes, she gets fifty grand.  If she fails she is sold into slavery.  The worse she does on the line up, in terms of number finished determines  what sort of slavery she is sold into.  Now, what she doesn’t know is  while all of the men have taken Viagra, at one might also be on Effexor, which has the nasty side effect of causing delayed orgasms in men.”

“And there is the starting bell John.  She’s really going to town on the first guy, deep throating like a pro.   You know if he’s the one on Effexor, she’s going to be a spit roast, because let me tell you, it will take all 15 minutes to get him off.  Oops, spoke to soon, looks like he’s not the one.  She’s moved on to the 2nd, and is doing the butterfly lick and now she’s back to deep throating.

“Well, Mark she’s not getting him off as fast as the first one, this could be the ringer.  Let’s go to the close up to see.  No, that’s either a lot of spit or some precum dribbling off her chin.   And there he goes, that’s 2 down in in 4 minutes, moving on to number 3.”

“Well, John, I’ve got Floyd Moody, Sarah’s husband with me now.  How do you feel about your wife blowing some 5 men in 15 minutes?”

“Mark, to be honest, I’m more than a little turned on by it.  I know she can do it, she’s done it several times before, including the tape that they wanted us to send in.  The little whore is a quite good cock sucker, I’ll give her that”.

“Little whore?  That an odd thing to call your wife…”

“Well, if the overpriced shoe fits, wear them suckers.  What she doesn’t know is she going to be slaved out regardless of if she wins or not.  If she win, I’ll get the 50 Grand and her sale price will go way up as a winner, I’ve seen the numbers, and if she doesn’t well, she graded as A prime, so I’ll get that much at least.”

“Well, that’s a surprise twist I didn’t see coming, How is the soon to be slave doing now John?”

“Well, Mark, she’s finished number 3 and is moving on to number 4, she’s got 8 minutes on the clock left.  If this was a fair game she might just make it.  Tell Floyd about the possible ringer there.”

“You don’t need to tell me about it, I know about the Effexor, that’s part of the reason she’s doing it this, instead of one of the whip shows, I know she can take 50 lashes in 10 minutes, I’ve done that, this is my dream, seeing her degrade herself for a lost cause.”

“Well, it must be number 5 or she’s damn good with the deep throat, she just finished the 4th guy and has 5 minutes on the clock.”

“4 minutes 30”

“4 minutes”

“3 minutes 30”

“3 minutes”

“2 minutes 30”

“2 minutes.  Looks like she’s in trouble.  Look at her head bob, there Mark.”

“I see it there John, she’s down to 30 seconds…   15 seconds …. 10 seconds…   Wait!  She done it!, he just blasted across her face!  What do you think about that Floyd?”

“Well,  I’m glad I get the 50 thousand,  and I’ve already got a bidding war going on for her, looks like her slave price is going to add at least another 8 grand, I’d call this a win-win.  I need to make a call to Spellbook Slaves!”


Blow for Bucks

Welcome to the 2nd heat in Blow for Bucks today!  I’ve just been informed that the ringer was not in the first group, which make this next one almost a given that she is going to lose.  So the question is does she fail early enough, like on the 1st or 2nd cock, to earn a spit, or does she make it to the just be sold as a failed suck slave.   Who do we have this time, Mark?”

“Well, John, we’ve got Jacqueline Ryan, a single student at Eastlake University.  In her tryout tape, she did 5 guys in less than 10 minutes, so if there isn’t a Effexor ringer in the batch, she should do well. And the bell just went off.  She’s on the first guy and doing the lot of tongue on the head of the cock thing.  I always like that.”

“Me too Mark, me too.  Wait, she doing deep throat now, this could be a game changer.”

“Well, Mark, she’s 3 minutes in now, and still on the first one.  Not sure what to say, other than “I think we found the ringer”,  Effexor might make your brain chemistry right, but it does it to your balls.”

“Well, technically it would be to the whole system, not just the balls.  They are still studying the effect as to find a way around it, John”

Did you just `mansplain`  ` I can’t cum ` to me there Mark?”

“<laughs>I guess I did<laughs>”

“Any rate, balls or system or both, she’s still on the first guy and is about 4 and half minutes in, it’s not looking good for Jacqueline, there Mark.  Care to take a side bet on her making it?”

“Right now, with her being 5 minutes in on the first guy?  I don’t think so there John.”

“She’s moving on to the second guy,  and has signaled that she will  return to the first after she finishes him.  Is that a legal move Mark?”

“I’m not sure, John.  They have stopped the clock and she has been told to stop sucking while the judges decide if that is legal.  And it’s been ruled not legal, she has to return to the first guy with the clock set at 6 minutes in.”

“You know Mark, I feel for the guys that aren’t on Effexor in the line up, I mean this is just asking for blue-balls.”

“Well, it’s a little know fact that the fluffers that got them hard will finish the job if need be.”

“Well, it was a little known fact, everybody knows it now.”

“Well, yeah, it’s not like it’s a state secret that they have fluffers for this show.
And she spent half the time of the first guy.  Either she sucks at sucking or he’s on Effexor.”

“Seven minutes left”

Six and minutes and 30 seconds.  Wonder how she’s going to taste after being spit roasted?”

“Bit early to say that, she might,  Wait she, no, she just stopped for a breath, she’s back on the guy.  Doesn’t look good for her”

“Six minutes left and she hasn’t gotten the first guy off yet.  If he’s not the Effexor ringer, I don’t know about her skills.  They look OK from here, but you got to wonder, I mean nine minutes, more or less of deep throat and he hasn’t gotten off yet?  It’s not like she’s doing the slow edging thing with him, she wants him to get off and he’s primed to go.”

“Five minutes left”

“Four minutes 30”

“Four minutes.  There is no way she’s getting out of this free, and alive might be a question for her.”

“Three and half, but look at her go, I haven’t seen a head bob like that this side of a Russian Porno.”

“Three minutes”

“Two and half”

“Two minutes on the clock”

“90 seconds”

“1 minutes”

“30 seconds”

“And that is it.  Jacqueline is a slave, the only question is where they are going to sell her to.”

“Oh, wait!  Is that Sarah Moody coming on the stage?  She’s going to be the relief for the other guys.  What a trooper!”

Snuffed for Bucks

“I’ve just been given a notice from the production staff, that Austin Baker, Jacqueline’s first and only cocks-man, was not on Effexor, he just and I quote here “did square roots in my head, I can do that for hours” , so yeah, she sucked at sucking.  I’ve also got a notice that The Snuff Channel bought her and is going to snuff her live on stage while Sarah brings off the men that  Jacqueline could not.  Looks like a simple noose slow snuff.   Want to make a bet about Sarah bringing off the guys before Jacqueline snuffs out?”

Well, no not really, but let’s be honest, a girl in college that can’t suck to save her life, do we really need to keep her alive?  I don’t thinks so, and I, for one, am damn glad to see her get the noose she so powerfully earned tonight.

 

 

National Ginger Association’s annual slave sale.

Ginger 1 – Patti
Ginger 2 – Bobbie
Ginger 3 – Mattie
Ginger 4 – Bethany

Afternoon shift, Spellbook Slaves

“How may I help you ladies?”

“We are with the National Ginger Association and it’s time for our annual fund raiser.  We would like to be sold as slaves, with 50% of the profit going to the  NGA.”

“I think I can do that.  I need to see some ID and you need to fill out some papers for me.”

 

So I take their ID and run them against the state database.  Patti Reese ,Bobbie Lowe, Mattie Benson, Bethany Stanley all come back as free women eligible for conversion.  I process their ID and pay the tax.

“OK ladies, you are now slaves.  Any hint as to where you want to be sold to?”

“As long as it’s not to a snuff movie studio or an alternate meat store, no, I don’t care” says Patti.   Mattie and Bethany both node their heads, “What she said”.

Bobbie says “I don’t care, even if it is a snuff places,   In fact I’d rather you have me snuffed as long as it’s meaningless.  I don’t want to be part of some one else’s great day, so no snuff as a part of a wedding or something like that.  Just snuff me…”

“OK I can do that.  With or with out torture?”

With Torture

“I get a choice? With then.”

I make a phone call.  “Yeah,  Forrest, this is Mike at Spellbook Slaves.  Got a special for you.  The NGA, that’s the redhead group, not ones with guns, yeah, they are having their  yearly slave sale fund raiser and one of them wants to be snuffed, in private, with torture….  I don’t know about that, let me ask”.

“How do you feel about it being  a snuff film, or is that too public?”

Bobbie shrugs “I’m just a slave, do with me as you will.”

“Ok Forrest, a snuff film is good to go.  Let’s talk price, and bear in mind this is tax deductible.  She’s a redhead, duh, with good size tits and a nice ass.  Also seems to have a death wish, but that should be a plus for you.  Seven grand?  Cool,  I’ll take that.  Make the normal payments and I’ll deliver you to your studio.”

“Well Bobbie, you just earned the NGA three and a quarter grand, after my cut and taxes are paid. Let’s see what we can do with the rest of you.  How would feel about being sold as a group to a blowjob club?”

Ginger Face Fuck

Bethany says “That would be fine, but don’t those places have a fairly high number of deaths to their girls every day”

“Not every day, at least not now anyway, but yeah, there are guys that really get off on killing a girl as she gives head.  Girls that give good enough head don’t normally get put on the “black collar” lists, but if you are a good cock sucker you can live, well, longer than Bobbie is going to.  Most leave the club by being bought by a customer that really likes the way they give head.  Want me to make a call to Suckers or not?”

The three talk among them selves for a while “It’s not like we can stop you now, but yeah, that seems like the best idea right now.”

I make another call  “Yeah, Lynette, this is Mike as Spellbook Slaves.  Got a set of gingers that want to be sold to you.  Yeah, it’s that time of year, and no you can’t get the 4th, she going to be tortured and snuffed.  Her idea really.  Yeah, these would be tax deductible  expenses.   Not sure why the National Ginger Association is a classified as a charity, but they are.  The last one went for seven grand, what about making it twenty grand for the three and call it a day.   You can do that?  Cool.   I’ll send them by as soon as my truck gets back from it’s current run.”

“So girls, I hope you know how to give good head, because, at least for a while, your life depends on it.”

 

 

 

 

Stocking The Herd. Producer’s Cut.

Spellbook Slaves, early morning shift. The door chime goes off.

“Hello? Is any one here?”

Damn it. I was just about to face fuck a slave.

“I’ll be out in a flash” I call out to the customer. “And I’ll do you later” I tell the slave.

“Sorry about that, had an issue with a slave that needed attention. How may I help you this fine morning?”

“My name is Nina Mason, and these are my daughters Ceili and Laura. I need to sell them off today.  I’ve had it with them.”

“Mom, you don’t need to do this, really there are better ways, we can go to counseling as a family…”, Ceili says.

“Mother, please think about what you are doing, making us slaves isn’t something that you should do just because you are mad at us.”, Laura adds.

“Be quiet you two, the grown up are talking.  And I’ve had just about a much from you as I’m going to take.  This last month has been more than I willing to take from you two”

Ceili is a big breasted brunette that I note has wet spots over her nipples.  Laura is an even bigger breasted brunette.  Big enough that I have good idea that if Lester see’s her she will be one of his play-toys.

“Ah, Ms. Mason, I’m not sure I can take Ceili, she looks to be lactating… ”

“Why would that matter?  I’m her mother and I want to sell her, should be straight forward enough.  Or is there something I don’t know about the slave laws?”

“Mom, please I’m begging you, he even says he can’t take me” says Ceili.

“I didn’t say that, just you well, are leaking milk, which normally is a red flag on conversions, due to it meaning you are either pregnant or the mother of a minor child. Let me check what the state says real fast…”

“Mother, please don’t do this, I’ll pay for the counseling, just don’t do this”, Laura quietly pleads.

I dive into the state slaving board’s web site, and go to the status search. Both are  listed as a free women, and don’t have a disqualifying flag set for either pregnant or mother of a minor child. Odd. While I can’t do any thing about the possibility of a child that the state doesn’t have registered, which is highly unlikely in this day and age,  I can check for pregnancy.

“OK, the state slave board says you are both convertible, but they might not know if you are pregnant, so can I have you ladies fill these cups with pee? I need it to check your status. Please use that restroom and go in one at a time.”

Ceili goes in first. A few moments later she returns. with the the pee sample. I watched her on the CCTV set up in the restroom, and yes, it was her pee, not a smuggled in sample of some one else. Of freaking course we have a CCTV camera in the ladies room, need to make sure that pee samples are from the female that says they are. I would just have them pee in the front of the desk, but they are, at that point free women, normally, and there is complaints about privacy. Like that matters. So we have a tiny hidden camera over the toilet and every one is happy. The women being tested think they have privacy and we have a record of them giving a sample for evidence reasons.

I label the samples and pull out two “Slave-Or-Not” kits and dip them in the pee. All the tests come back as green, meaning they aren’t on drugs, which only matters for a volunteer, and neither of them is pregnant.

“OK, every thing looks OK from here, but I can’t but help noticing that Ceili is, well, leaking. Is she really lactating?”

“Yes, she is. Doctor changed her birth control pills and she started up. And the little whinny bitch is wanting to buy all new bras because she’s gotten a bit bigger.  Like I  would spend money on her.  I have other things to spend money on”

The explains it.

“Well, as it happens we have a standing order for women that are lactating and qualify for conversion, which is quite a bit higher than she would normally bring. Downside, if you take it is she will have a fairly short life as a Hucow.”

“Hucow? I don’t know what that means”

“Human Cow, she will be hooked up to a milk machine twice or three times a day and milked. Once her production drops below a given level, they will sell her to a human butcher, who will, well, depending on what she looks like then, either live spit her or just snuff her and cut her up for parts.  I’ve got a second standing order, for less money however, where she will be used as a wet nurse. Once she stop producing there, they generally sell on the open market, which tends to have a longer life span attached to it.”

“Talk to me about this dairy, what sort of conditions would she be kept in?”

I bring up the dairy’s website.  “Much like this.” as I show her one of their images of the hucow herd.

“So literally like a cow.”

“More or less”, not sure what they do when they aren’t being milked but I suspect it’s being kept in a small cage.

“Why is that 3rd cow wearing fishnets?”

I’m some what amused by the fact that Ms. Mason has already changed her view of hucows from “female human” to “cattle”.  This does not bode well for Ceili.

“Oh, they get fucked as part of the processing, I suspect that her, ah, fucker, wanted them on her”.

“So in addition to being treated like the animal she is, she gets rapped?  Often, like daily?”

“Well, they are slaves, so it’s not rape in a legal context, but yeah, basically.  I also understand that part of the herd is used as part of a fetish whorehouse, for those guys that like the idea of fucking a lactating women.  Or like the idea of fucking a soon to be snuffed women, or for that matter a cow.”

“So she would be a whore and a cow.  I like that.  Talk to me about price.  You said there was another option”

“Well, if I sell her to the dairy, you would get about six grand and four and half grand if I sell her to the wet nurse company. Either of those is quite a bit more than she would normally bring, assuming she doesn’t have any other skills that are in demand right now.”

“Mom, I’ve got skills, have then check my school records plus I’ve got some medical training…  Please don’t do this to me.”  Ceili is near tears pleading with her mother.

“Medical training, like being a EMT or LPN?”  I ask.

“EMT” says Ceili.

“EMT Sir, I told you to have respect to men.” snaps Ms Mason.

“Yes, mother, EMT Training Sir”.

I check the skill database. EMT training adds about a grand to her price.

“Well, that brings would bring her non hucow price up to about a two grand and half.”

“If I sell her to the dairy, how long would she live?”

“Depends on how long she stays wet.  I understand they put them of menu that includes some hormones to keep the hucows producing, but off the top of my head I would put it at three years, tops”

“So, if I sell her to the dairy, she dies in about 3 years, more or less, but if I sell her on the open market?  How long would she live then”

“Well, a slave is snuffed every 19 seconds, but that is country wide.  Being snuffed is the single largest cause of slave deaths, but still most don’t get snuffed right away.”

“Mom, please, no, don’t do this”  Ceili begs.

Ms. Mason looks at Ceili. “Sell her to the dairy.   I hope you dry up while you still have a good enough figure to be spit roasted.  What about Laura?”

“I can offer you a grand and a half for her, assuming she doesn’t have any skills I need right now.  I might warn you that I have a regular customer that likes to take large breasted women and torture them to death.”

“Oh, really?  Can you let him know you have one available”.

He comes in once or twice a month, so if she isn’t sold before then, I’ll let him know that you requested he look at her.”

“Thank you for that.  So $7,500 for the pair, that’s more than I expected.”

“Can I have their ID please? I need to scan them into the system so I can convert them to slave status.”

Ms. Mason produce their ID and hand them over.

“Mom, you don’t have to do this…” says Ceili

“Mother, please, don’t do this” says Laura

“Be quiet you two,  I’m speaking to this man.”

“But you heard him, they are going to kill me as soon as I dry up”.

“Whatever, that can’t be soon enough.”

Laura just looked glum.  “You want them to sell me to a man that tortures women to death?  Why Mother, for the love of God, why?”

“You both should have listened last month when I said I was getting tired of your shit.  I’ve had quite enough from you.”

After scanning the id, and and entering the data from the test kits, “OK this is your last chance, you can back out now if you want”, I say with my finger over the enter key.

“I want to do this. Can I push the button?”.

I hand her over the key board, where she pushes the enter key and few seconds later her daughters  status changes from “Free” to “Slave”.

“Do you want cash, a check or a preloaded debit card for them?”

“A card will be fine.”

I dink around with the machine and hand her a debit card with the $7,500 on it. “You will need to call the number on the back to activate the card, but after that it’s as good as cash most places.”

Stocking the herd.

Spellbook Slaves, early morning shift.  The door chime goes off.

“Hello?  Is any one here?”

Damn it.  I was just about to face fuck a slave.

“I’ll be out in a flash”  I call out to the customer.  “And I’ll do you later” I tell the slave.

“Sorry about that, had an issue with a slave that needed attention.  How may I help you this fine morning?”

“My name is Nina Mason, and these are my daughters Ceili and Laura.  I need to sell them off today.”

Ceili is a big breasted brunette that I note has wet spots over her nipples.  That’s a bad thing because that probably means she is lactating, which 99 times out of 100 means she either pregnant or has just given birth, both of which make her not convertible.

“Ah, Ms. Mason, I’m not sure I can take Ceili, she looks to be lactating…  Let me check something”

I dive into the state slaving board’s web site, and go to the status search.  Ceili is listed as a free woman, and doesn’t have a disqualifying flag set for either pregnant or mother of a minor child.  Odd.  While I can’t do any thing about the possibility of a child that the state doesn’t have registered,  I can check for pregnancy.

“OK, can I have you ladies fill this cup with pee?  I need it to check some things. Please use that restroom and go in one at a time.”

Ceili goes in first.  A few moments later she returns. with the the pee sample.  I watched her on the CCTV set up in the restroom, and yes, it was her pee, not a smuggled in sample of some one else.   Of freaking course we have a CCTV camera in the ladies room, need to make sure that pee samples are from the female that says they are.  I would just have them pee in the front of the desk, but they are, at that point free women, normally, and there is complaints about privacy.  Like that matters.  So we have a tiny hidden camera over the toilet and every one is happy.  The women being tested think they have privacy and we have a record of them giving a sample for evidence reasons.

I label the samples and pull out two “Slave-Or-Not” kits and dip them in the pee.  All the tests come back as green, meaning they aren’t on drugs, which only matters for a volunteer, and neither of them is pregnant.

“OK, every thing looks OK from here, but I can’t but help noticing that Ceili is, well, leaking milk.  Is she lactating?”

“Yes, she is.  Doctor changed her birth control pills and she started up.”

The explains it.

“Well, as it happens we have a standing order for women that are lactating and qualify for conversion, which is quite a bit higher than she would normally bring.  Downside, if you take it is she will have a fairly short life as a Hucow.”

“Hucow? I don’t know what that means”

“Human Cow, she will be hooked up to a milk machine twice or three times a day and milked.  Once her production drops below a given level, they will sell her to a human butcher, who will, well, depending on what she looks like then, either live spit her or just snuff her and cut her up for parts.  I’ve got a standing order, for less money however, where she will be used as a wet nurse.  Once she stop producing there, they generally sell on the open market, which tends to have a longer life span attached to it.”

“What is the difference in payment?”

“Well, if I sell her to the dairy, you would get about  six grand and four and half grand if I sell her to the wet nurse company.  Either of those is quite a bit more than she would normally bring, assuming she doesn’t have any other skills that are in demand right now.”

Ms. Mason looks at the floor, then at Ceili.  “Sell her to the dairy.  What about Laura?”

“I can offer you a grand and a half for her, assuming she doesn’t have any skills I need right now.”

“So $7,500 for the pair, that’s more than I expected.”

“Can I have their ID please?  I need to scan them into the system so I can convert them to slave status.”

Both girls produce their ID and hand them over, with some reluctance “Mom, you don’t have to do this…” says Ceili

“Be quiet you, I need the money to remodel the baby’s room”

“But you heard him, they are going to kill me as soon as I dry up”.

“Whatever”

Laura just looked glum and didn’t say any thing.

After scanning the id, and and entering the data from the test kits, “OK this is your last chance, you can back out now if you want”, I say with my finger over the enter key.

“I want to do this.  Do it”.

I press the key and few seconds later their status changes from “Free” to “Slave”.

“Do you want cash, a check or a preloaded debit card for them?”

“A card will be fine.”

I dink around with the machine and hand her a debit card with the $7,500 on it.  “You will need to call the number on the back to activate the card, but after that it’s as good as cash most places.”

Morning at Spellbook Slave.

<Ring>

Hello, Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you?

Why does my daughter have your card?

Because I gave it to her?  Gimme a break, tell me who you are and who you daughter is an I might have a better idea.  I hand out a lot of cards.

I’m Nicholas Hubbard and my daughter is Cheryl.  I came home this afternoon and found her passed out in her bed, sleeping off a drunk, with you card, ah, in a delicate place.

Oh, must have been the drunk girl that tried to convert herself last night.  I turned her down due to her being way over the legal limit.

Cheryl tried to turn herself into a slave?

Yep, while naked and drunk.  I wish she had been sober because the trend on her body style is going up.

But you turned her down. 

Yep.  Even a high value slave isn’t worth possible lose of my license.

I see.  Well, she’s 19 she can do what she wants and there isn’t any thing I can do about it any more.

You are aware that parents can covert their daughter up to age 24, right?

No, I didn’t know that I thought it was until 18.   You say her body type is going up in value?

Yep.  She’s 700 after taxes, easy.

Let me get back to you after I talk to my wife.


<Ring Ring>

Spellbook Slaves how can I help you?

Mr. West!  Just the  man I wanted to talk to.  This is Becky Burton, house mom at the delta-delta-delta sorority.  We met at the  university get together a few months ago.  You said to call if I needed help with my girls and I think I do.  Seems that 8 of them didn’t make grades this time around and national says we have to convert them.  If we use the school, well, I’d rather them not go that way.  But national says we can sell them to a licensed slaver after the paper work clears converting them due to contract default.

So you would rather sell them to us than use the school’s slaving service.

Yes.  The last group, from a different sorority, all got sold to either `Sucker` or to the Torture Channel.  While I don’t really care, I’m working on my own mistress license I sorta feel like that’s not the best use for these girls.

You know I’m going to sell them on and if Suckers or TTC makes me the right offer I will sell to them.

How often do you do that?

8 Delta Delta Delta girls with bad grades.

To Suckers?  Fairly often, assuming either the price is right or they have the right, ah, skills.  To TCC? Not recently, we had a bad break up around 2015 or so.  Not that I have any thing against torturing slaves, you under stand,  but they were cutting into my bottom line with a contract that gave them first refusal on all my slaves at a serious deep discount.  I declined to renew it in 2015, on the principle that I didn’t need a guaranteed sale for every slave I got if it cost me 50% of the normal sale price.  Any rate send me a photo of the converted girls and I’ll make you an offer….. 

Sent.

OK.  I’m liking what I am seeing here.  I’ll make you an offer of 400 bucks each.

And what do you think they will sell for?

About a grand,  but $250 of that is federal tax.  Do you want me to come get them or not?

Oh, what the hell, come get them.


<Ding> Ah a walk in.

Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you? Oh, excuse me.  What can I do for you Mistress?

Young Mistress

I just got my license and I want to buy a few slaves. Got any dumb sorority girl types?

Funny you should ask for that, I just got off the phone with the house mom for the Tri-delts and I’m picking up 8 ASAP.  Care to come along and get first pick?

I would very much like that.

 

 

Hunter’s End.

Mr. West, I need to talk to you about your yearly fees.

Great.  Just what I want to talk about.  I’m being serious.   I think I want to drop the hunter’s license.  It’s just not worth it.  I know I spent a ton of cash to get it going but right now it looks like paying the 50 grand is just throwing good money after bad.

Are you sure about this?  If you change your mind it will be 200 grand to start up again.

To get my money back I need to get a little over 250 girls a year.  And that is assuming I clear $200 per slave after taxes and right now, I’m just not getting that.   .  That’s damn near one per work day and with the school work I’m doing I just don’t have the time to hunt that much.  Plus more and more places are putting up “Nudity allowed” signs, which cuts way down on the real hunting areas and bars and restaurants just aren’t calling in “crazy chicks” any more. You just don’t find that many prime women walking around in nudity forbidden areas any more.  No, let expire, I’ve got what, 45 days left on this years?  I’ll go on a few more hunts, but this is the end, at least for now.  I think the money would be better spent on working with wedding planers and getting a few more contacts with business that do contract default conversions.

 

 

Test case trial.

Docket ending 2275, Megan Tate vs Spellbook Slaves, Honorable Judge Stone presiding.

Ms. Tate? Care to make your first remarks?  I understand this is a conversion legality case.  Care to explain why you don’t think it was a legal conversion?

Yes your honor.   It’s quite simple, in the three cases of sex in question I was the dominate mistress, and Rose should not have been granted Person of Personal Contact status vs me.

Mr. West, your statement.

Yes your honor it’s quite simple. Rose Patton, our client, engaged in three separate lesbian sex acts with Ms. Tate, while wearing a strap on device.  In none of the sex acts did Ms. Tate wear a strap on device.  The White Slave Act of 2000 act, as amended in 2016 is quite clear, the women wearing the strap on device is the Person of Personal Contact.

But I’m the dominate!  I’m the mistress!

Your honor, Ms. Tate is not a mistress as defined by the WSA2000 and Oklahoma law.  She is only a dominate in sex games she played with Ms. Patton.  We do not dispute that Ms. Patton is, or was, the submissive in their partnership, what we do state, however, is that in the relationship the one with the device was Ms. Patton, not Ms. Tate.

Can I see the proof of penetration that you accepted for the conversion?

This is a strap-on.

That’s not what a strap-on device normally looks like Mr. West.

We submit that the law only says strap-on device, and doesn’t say where the device must be placed on the person wearing it.

But your honor, you can clearly see that I was the person in command during those sex acts.  I should be allowed to sell Rose, not the other way around.

Ms. Tate, I can see by the proof supplied that you have no ground to be a Person of Personal Contact as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000, as amended,  However I will need to reflect on Ms. Patton status.  10 minute recess. 


Mr West, what do you think our chances? 

Well, the possibility that you would be enslaved went out the window when he said that Megan had no standing as a PPC, so if you were worried about that, we are clear on it.  And if he does find in your favor, well, she’s famous now, that will probably triple her resale value, assuming you want to sell her.


ALL RISE, THE HONORABLE JUDGE STONE

Be seated.

As I previously stated, I find no grounds for Ms. Tate to claim to be a Person of Personal Contact under the White Slave Act of 2000, as amended.  I do find that Ms. Patton was, in fact, wearing a strap-on device designed as a sexual device as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000 and therefor does have standing as a Person of Personal Contact as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000 as amended.  Ms. Tate’s motion for improper conversion is deigned.  The conversion stands.