This is a classic WSA 2000 story from February 2013. It does not fit in the current canon.
Josh! Got a pick up for you before you go off to get your cock sucked at the school.
I should never had told him about that aspect of working at Eastlake Finishing School. It’s not like I only work there for the blow jobs. There is the slaving any school girl I want aspect as well. More about that later.
So I arrive at the address for the pick up. There I find a woman reading a book on a couch, with one in chains at on the floor.
“Mojo slaves, here for a pick up.”
The reading woman reading the book, looks up and hands me some papers.
“I gave my husband a choice, his mistress or me. He decided on me. Take her away please”
I flipped through the papers and found photos of the husband, the husband’s signed affidavit, Susan Wellclift’s signed affidavit that she was his mistress and that he was a person of personal interest, and that he did, in fact have the right to have her converted to slave status. I ran her SSN through the state database and came back with more or less the same information.
“Well, every thing seem to be in order her, so I will be taking her away now.”
“Flog her.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said flog her. I’ll blow you if you say that she will get at least 20 strokes when you get her back to your shop.”
I’m not about to turn down a free woman blow job. She gets off the couch and on to her knees in front of me “Don’t be gentle”
Don’t have to tell me that twice. I unzip, grab her head and cram my cock into her mouth. I hold her head and just start face fucking her. I have no idea how good of a cock sucker she is, I didn’t let her do any thing but take my cock down her throat. After a few minutes, I felt my self starting to cum. I pulled out and came on her face. On her eyes to be more precise. I pushed her down, causing her to fall on to her back. “OK, I’ll flog her. Want the video sent to you afterwards?”
I drop Susan off at the shop, telling her that her flogging will happen in the morning I don’t have time to do it right today. I strip her and toss her into the holding cell, with a “Not for Sale” sign on the door.
Last Friday, we had a meeting at the EFS. Seems that we had finally gotten our “School with slaving rights” certificate from the state, upgrading us from “Contest with slaving option”, so we were dropping a lot of the conversion reasons and using just staff and faculty options. I, as the house slaver, was given a 25 a week limit, and of those, I could damage 5 and snuff 3. When they say damage, they meant torture until they had visible effects. Armed with this info, I’m standing out side my office/torture chamber door watching teen girls walk past. The idea that I could just grab one and finish her conversion any time I wanted was pretty sweet. Add in the permission to torture and/or snuff one a day, and damn, I am one happy sociopath.