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.
Lunch time
1:15 PM
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.”
The Geek: Enjoyed these new tales from the Spellbook Slaves realm. They are well done very short stories. Thanks and best wishes. lens
Thank you. I suspect that “a set of shorts” is going to be a common posting style for a while.
So, something I wonder is how anyone lives to be a FREE mother. What percentage of parents end up converting their daughters?(mother fathers or both). More over, at what age can they no longer do it? It used to be parents could convert as young as 14… I think you said that they rased that age to 16, but when can’t they any more. It would be fun to see a story answering these questions, but even just a direct answer would be fun. 🙂 Awsmoe story in any case! :0*
Well, I’ve written up my current version of “slaver math” and posted it here
http://wsa2000.com/2018/10/11/mistress-classmath-day/