Volunteer Slave Program

Literotic asexstories – Volunteer Slave Program by LostMD,LostMD
Authors Note: This my first ever work of erotic fiction written on a bit of a whim to satisfy my own kinks. I do not have much writing experience and it probably needs some more editing so I apologize for the quality.

Walking down the street after a long day at university prep school I was ready get back to my dormitory and crash on my bed. Having recently turned 18 I had decided to enroll in a boarding school for young adults that specialized in preparing for university during the last months of secondary school. My parent’s were hesitant at first, worrying about me living on my own at the school, but I had reassured them that I was an adult now and would have to move out eventually. Besides the boarding school had excellent dormitories along with dining halls and all the other necessities. It was hardly as if I would be struggling to take care of myself.

Instead these days I was more worried about my future. School was really putting pressure on me to think about what path to take moving forward into college, but nothing seemed to interest me. I was a good student but none of the possible

career paths interested me. I really did need to figure out what I wanted to to though and it was stressing me out.

These thoughts continued running through my mind as I made my way home until I found myself at a crosswalk. Waiting for the light to change I couldn’t help but notice the sight of the man and woman waiting at the stop across from me.

The man was tall and handsome wearing a clean well fitted suit as if her were a model straight out of a magazine. Normally his looks alone would have been enough to make my heart skip a beat, but the woman standing next to him was what really took my breath away.

With long black hair that fell behind her shoulders and she had a cute face that seemed to betray an innocence to her own beauty if it were not for the fact that she was completely naked. In a way it was almost as if she were doing the world a favor by gracing the world with the sight of her bare body. Not only that but as she waited at the cross walk she held a pose like she was trying to expose herself in the most revealing way possible. With her arms raised with hands behind her head and standing with legs spread shoulder width apart she stood at attention. The position of an obedient slave girl.

Despite how degrading it looked to be standing like that I had to admit I was captivated by her beauty. The way her hands were position behind her head caused her to push her chest forward. Putting her petite yet perky breasts on display in a way that seemed like she was proud to be showing them off. Continuing my journey across her body with my eyes I admired her enviable proportions until I had finally drifted down to become fixated on her on the space between her legs. Her stance left her crotch subtly pushed forward in an inviting way that made it seem like her pussy was practically begging to be used. Certainly nothing had been left to the imagination either. Completely hairless her mons and cute labia were completely visible. It almost made me jealous that along with everything else even her little cunt was practically perfect.

But most of all I was entranced by what laid at the top of where her two labia met. There hanging off her clitoral hood was a little piece of jewelry that adorned her exquisite pussy. A simple ring pierced just above the clit itself. It looked enchanting on her and seemed simple enough, yet it was the ultimate symbol of submissiveness. The mark of a slave girl through her most intimate part. Serving as a constant reminder that she was nothing more than property. That even the most private and sensitive part of her body was completely owned.

Seeing her hold this position also highlighted the dichotomy of her slavery. While she herself was stunning, the position she was holding was anything but elegant. Legs wide apart and chest pushed forward it was almost comically degrading. I almost felt embarrassed for her. Of course I knew slave girls were trained to stand like this in public to help them internalize their status in society. Making sure they knew they could be used at any time and that they did not deserve the right to cover themselves like normal citizens. Yet seeing just how disgraced she looked being forced to expose herself in such a way sent a shiver through me.

Of course the sight of a slave girl was nothing to be surprised about. Our society many years ago had instated laws and institutions pertaining to female slavery. It had been determined that some women were innately submissive. As such they needed to live as slaves to help manage their desires for their own benefit and of society. That being said the life of a slave was one of constant humiliation. They served as an outlet for people to relieve their own sexual tensions, and were also degraded for the amusement of others. Some were forced into it as a form of punishment but surprisingly many others also chose give up their rights to live as a slave too.

Looking at woman across the street, diligently standing at attention, I couldn’t help but feel my own tingling between my legs. How could she bear with the humiliation of standing like that? I admit that on many occasions I have fantasized and masturbated to the idea of being a slave girl, and had cum many nights to the thought of being owned, exposed and used. Slave girls were often made to perform degrading acts but were also rewarded with incredible sexual attention and orgasms.

I couldn’t help but get a little hot at the idea of being used and made to come while under the complete control of someone else. A helpless sex toy made to cum in humiliating fashion for the pleasure of others.

My greatest fixation on being a slave girl however was having my clit pierced. To have my most intimate part marked with a piece of jewelry that signaled to the whole world that I was a slave. So many nights I had spent rubbing my own clit wondering what it would feel like to have a piercing there. Not only a brand of slavery, I had heard it made slave girls especially sensitive. Keeping them focused on their clits almost at all times and rewarding them with the most incredible orgasms. Not only that but I actually found them to be quite attractive. I often thought my own pussy would look so cute with a little ring adorning my clit. But at the same time it seemed so extreme. I wasn’t sure I could handle being constantly aroused even if it came with heightened sexual pleasure. Most of all the control someone could have over me through a clit ring was somewhat frightening. Certainly the idea of being owned excited me but it would be on a whole different level.

As theses thoughts ran through my head I briefly I made eye contact with the man standing with the slave. A gently smile crossed his face as he looked at me, almost as if he was looking into me. As if reading my mind he reached his hand out to the space between his slave’s legs. He did it like it was nothing, continuing to keep eye contact with me then to the light waiting for it to change. With her legs spread she was completely available to him and at first he just gently cupped her slave pussy in his hand. It was so casual like he had reached out to hold her hand, but instead he was gently holding her by her sex. Even with just this tender touch the woman’s breathing deepened slightly. I imagined that the sensation of being controlled like this felt almost as good as her pussy itself. With a hand still between her legs he gave a few loving rubs to her cunt before moving on to focused his attention on her clit ring. Slightly pulling his hand away until all he held was the piercing, which he played with like it was a toy. Lightly pulling and flicking the ring attached to her most sensitive part without a care in the world. Meanwhile tt was obvious the teasing was causing quite the sensation for the slave girl. It was obvious just how sensitive she was as it seemed she was being easily brought to the verge of orgasm from just this simple teasing. I actually found myself shocked at what a complete slut she was. Sure she was a slave but it was pathetic how little self control she had. Still she did manage to continue standing at attention like a good slave though with increasing difficulty. I wondered if he was going to make her cum right here out on the street.

The moment ended abruptly however as the light finally changed and the man ended his toying with the couple making their way across the street. The woman of course incredibly flush and still breathing as she made her way with her owner. Now with a distinct glistening between her legs that could be easily seen in the sun light.

And as they passed I was shook back into my own reality. Taking a moment to come to my senses I started walking to my dorm again, but now with noticeably wet panties. I really shouldn’t let the sight of a slave girl get me so worked up. They were relatively common place, but it felt like every time I saw one I would get so hot I couldn’t do anything until I had escaped somewhere and made myself cum.

But no matter how hot the idea of actually becoming a slave seemed the thought of becoming one myself still seemed too extreme to me. There was no denying that I liked the idea of being owned and used however someone pleased, even including the humiliation. But giving up my rights for the rest of my life for sexual satisfaction seemed like too high a price to pay.

I could get by with my masturbation fantasies for now, and maybe I could find a boyfriend who would treat me like a slave when I wanted. Although a part of me knew this wouldn’t be the same. I couldn’t help but feel like there was a part of me

that needed to be exposed. Often times I would find myself standing in front of the mirror, admiring my own body, and thought would cross my mind, “Why wouldn’t you want to show this to the world?”. I had perfectly toned body with perky breasts and firm ass. I even liked the way my pussy looked with its neat labia that made a perfect line where their plump lips met. I almost felt like I deserved to bee seen and would go so far as to even stand at attention in front of the mirror. Legs spread apart and hands behind my head, all i could think about is what an incredible slave I would make. And despite how scary the idea of getting my clit pierced seemed, every time I practiced standing at attention I felt like my little pussy would look just that much cuter with a ring adorning it.

For now however I needed to get home as fast as possible. All these thoughts had gotten me to the point I felt like I was going to burst. While slave girls were a common sight, the encounter I had just witnessed had been especially stimulating.

In my rush home I decided to take a detour that I thought might get me home faster. Anything to get my own release as soon as possible. Through winding streets I quickly made my way to the dorms but on this new path I had taken I had somehow ended up passing by the institute of training. They were the government entity in charge of transitioning girls into a life of slavery.

Normally I wouldn’t have even noticed the building but in my heightened state of arousal I couldn’t help but stop and look at it. This was the place where girls were made into slaves. The image of the slave girl I had just seen still vivid in my mind. The possibility of walking right in and signing my rights away to be a slave was towering in front of me. Of course I had fantasied about coming here and volunteering as a slave, but the opportunity had never presented itself to me before like this. Especially in such a vulnerable state of arousal. Still I wavered. There was undeniably a part of me that was reluctant to the idea. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, no matter how badly I wanted it in this moment.

That is until I saw the sign in the window. “Slave trial enrollment going on now.”

At this my heart leapt. I had had completely forgotten that I could do a one month trial period as a slave. I had known about it of course but even that had seemed extreme to me in the past.

But in this moment so overcome with desire and lust I found myself walking towards the entrance. So worked up the thought of actually becoming a was too much. I didn’t even want to give myself a chance to change my mind so I made my way straight to the receptionist desk determined to start my trial as a slave girl. And what was the worst that could happen? I could handle a month of being degraded and used as a sexual plaything. If anything I was going to enjoy myself and have the time of my life. The only thing I needed to make sure of was that I didn’t lose myself too much in what was to come. But I was confident that I could handle fulfilling my fantasy of being a slave girl for a month without getting trapped into a more serious contract.

So as I made my way up to the receptionist and stood confidently in front of her desk. As she stopped what she was doing as doing and looked up at me she quickly eyed me up and down. After just a brief moment of me standing there in front of her she spoke up, “Is there something I can help you with young lady?”

“Yes. I would like to volunteer as a trial slave girl please.” I said without a bit of hesitation in my voice.

“My you are an eager one aren’t you young lady” she answered with a smile “Of course we would love to sign up for a trial. I do have to ask however, are you of age to consent to this?”

“I am. I turned 18 three months ago.”

“Perfect, are you still in school then?”

“I’m currently attending Strickter’s Boarding school, is that alright?”

“Oh that’s perfect we work with them a lot. If you want to inform them of your trial their staff can even get involved in your training”

I hesitated at this. I really just wanted to do my trial here at the institute and receive slave training while maintaining my normal life at school.

“Uh, I think for now I would like to trial as a slave without informing the school if that’s alright.”

“Absolutely they don’t need to know, but you can always change your mind of course. Now come this way and we can initiate your slave trial contract”

I followed her without hesitation down a hall that eventually lead to a locker room. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I was still incredibly worked up. I felt like I would do anything to start my trial and hopefully be allowed to cum.

“Alright Lacey go ahead and take off your clothes and put them in one of the lockers.”

I wasn’t surprised that I would have to get undressed but the secretary continued to watch me as I slowly disrobed. Despite having masturbated to the idea of being seen naked I had only been seen nude once by a previous boy friend. As I got down to my underwear I couldn’t help by feel a bit embarrassed to be undressing wile being watched. I slowed a bit as I went take off my bra and panties, prompting the secretary to chime in, “Don’t worry you’ll learn to be comfortable naked around others in no time. In fact I bet you’ll prefer being nude at all times by the end of your trial. You certainly won’t be wearing them much while you’re a slave

She was right of course and I now stood in front of her completely nude. A part of me instinctively wanted to try and cover my privates but I resisted the urge. I was here because I wanted to experience being a slave and I was determined to follow through.

The secretary took a moment to look me up and down, examining my body before remarking, “you do have a lovely body, I can definitely see why you’re interested in trying out life as a slave. I bet you just can’t wait to show off. That bit of peach fuzz between your legs will have to go of course though.”

I was caught a little off guard by this, I did have a little bit of blonde pubic hair yet I kept it neat and trimmed. But I guess every slave girl I had ever seen had a completely bald pussy. All the better to expose me I guess.

“Alright lets head over to the doctor so we can get your contract signed and get started processing you a slave. I can tell with all that excitement going on between your legs you can barely wait.” She said amused.

I blushed at hearing this, looking down to see that of course my pussy was betraying my excitement. From seeing the slave girl earlier in the day to my own rapidly approaching enslavement I was soaking wet. The space between my legs absolutely glistening with anticipation. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of embarrassment at how obvious it was. You would have to be an incredible slut to find yourself dripping wet as you eagerly hurried to sign her rights away.

Leaving the locker room we began walking through the halls to the doctor. I quickly felt my nakedness as the air moved over my body. I was surprised how being casually exposed was making me feel particularly degraded. I often spent time in my dorm with nothing on and had thought I would be comfortable without clothes. Sometimes on the weekends I would end up spending an entire day naked. But being nude with little say in the matter felt completely different.

Finally we made it to the doctors office. In it there was a desk which he was sitting at along with seat along a wall where what looked like a nurse was sitting with a clipboard. What stood out the most however was what appeared to be some sort of examination table. I didn’t have time to look at it before the secretary bid her farewell closing the door behind her.

The doctor quickly spoke up, “Are you Lacey?”

“Yes I am” I responded a bit quietly.: The confidence I had when I first came here quickly eroding as I found myself now standing naked in front of this doctor and his nurse. Not only that but as I looked at him I realized he was incredibly handsome. Being exposed like this in front of such an attractive man was almost too much, but at the same time It was exciting. I wanted him to see me and my naked body in the hopes he might use me me. But of course I was getting ahead of myself.

“And why are you here today miss Lacey?”

I thought the answer seemed obvious. Here I was standing naked in the facility that trained slaves.

“I’m here today to sign a trial slave contract and to undergo training as a slave girl for a month sir.”

He starred at me a bit, seemingly not satisfied with my answer.

“Lacey I know you’re here to become a trial slave, but what I want to know is what led you here. I need you to tell me about your fantasies and what you think being a slave means. This is an opportunity for you to be completely honest about your desires. An evaluation of your mentality and most of all what would drive a young girl to need to become a slave so bad that her cunt soaking wet as she’s about to sign her rights away to be owned.”

His words pierced through me as I had forgotten how wet I was now standing before them and realized what a pathetic slut I must look like. I don’t think I had ever felt so humiliated in my life the way the doctor laid out my situation in front of me. Sure I had come in to sign up to be a slave for fun, but there was no way I could play it off as just some experimentation. Not with my cunt showing the whole world how excited it was at the idea of being owned. A helpless reflection of my own desires.

“Just be honest dear. This isn’t a test and once you’ve told us about yourself we can move on to making you a slave. After you sign your contract you can be processed and have your first bit of training. And I promise it will be just as great as that little pussy of yours is hoping” he said with a bit of a chuckle

Those words were all I needed to let go. With how turned on I was I soon I found myself telling the doctor my deepest most guarded thoughts.

I am a pathetic little slut who wants to be used. Every time I see a slave girl I get excited and imagine what it would like to become one myself.

Deep down there is a part of me that is afraid of all this I know. And I don;t want to be a slave for ever. But I know that at the very least I need to be trained. To know what it’s like to be made into a slave.

I still have some strong fears and reservations about signing my rights away. The way slaves are humiliated and teased is both exciting and horrifying to me. And I’m afraid I’ll find it to be too much for me to handle. Especially with my peers at school.

But It’s just like you said, even if a part of me doesn’t want to be a slave, no reasonable girl would be standing her in front of you with her cunt dripping wet because they want to be owned.

So this girl and her little pussy is begging you to let her be a slave for the next month. It is all I can think about and I feel I can’t live a normal life until I have experienced what it is to be a slave.

Please allow me to sign my rights away and train me to be a good slave girl”

“Wow, that was incredible. I don’t think I’ve heard a testimonial with that much resolve before. I can honestly say you are the most eager volunteer I have had in years. It’s a shame you’re only doing the month. But you can always reconsider.”

It was humiliating to hear just how enthusiastic I was to degrade myself compared to the other girls that experimented with the slave trial. But at this point I was beginning to enjoy the feeling.

Alright then well it’s time for the big moment here is the paper work to sign.

He laid out a small stack of paper in front of me on his desk and set a pen next to it.

“This is a trial slave contract. It is a legally binding document that if you sign will officially change your status in society to that of a slave for the next 30 days. For those 30 days you will be a slave in entirety, no different than a life long slave. This of course means that you will have no rights and must obey the requests of any normal citizen. The document goes into more detail about the finer points of what will be required of you including your training if you would like to take a moment to read over it. Of course you can just sign it and we can go over the details after your initiation if you just can’t wait”

At this point I couldn’t care less what was in that contract. The idea of my slave initiation and promised reward were all I could think about. I signed it and immediately felt a weight off my shoulders. Like I had been holding in this desire secretly for so long and now a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I could finally live out my secret fantasy.

“Alright and with that your trial begins. Of course we have a bit of house cleaning to do before it’s completely official, but as of this point you are legally a slave. You have no rights and your body is the property of all regular citizens.”

The words sent a shiver down my back. The fact that there was no turning back at this point made me feel a brief hesitation. Still the reality of it all had me more excited than I had ever been in my life.

At this point the doctor stood up from his desk and walked around to where I stood naked before him.

Pointing to the bed in the side of the room he said, “If you would go and situate yourself on the examination table we can begin your initiation” Lightly tapping by ass forward as he said so. I was caught off guard by how casually he touched me but of course this helped reinforce that my body was not my own.

Obediently I moved to the chair that looked like a gynecologists examination bed with stirrups for my legs. I moved my body into place until I was laying on my back with my legs in the stirrups. The Dr then adjusted them until my legs were wide apart just to the point before it was uncomfortable. Almost doing the splits my genitals were on display in a way I had never imagined.

Alright this is going to be your first bit of training along with general slave maintenance. First of we’re going to need to shave you.

I had forgotten about that I needed to be shaved. However as an official slave now I wanted to look the part so I was actually excited to have my pussy shaved. I was property and needed to have a clean bald pussy for others to enjoy. It wouldn’t be prudent for any hair to get in the way of someone using my slave pussy.

With my legs in the stirrups the doctor scooted over and placed a warm cloth on my mons and labia. The warmth felt incredible and I began to relax in the chair. I was so worked up and having never actually gotten to orgasm even the sensation of the warm towel and its weight felt incredible. Then the Dr removed the towel as he prepared to shave my privates. It was embarrassing having his face so close to my fully exposed pussy with my legs in the stirrups. I could even feel his breath between my legs. Still I also didn’t want him to make any mistakes with the razor so I dutifully held still. While he was up close with my pussy he once again remarked on my wetness. “I can’t believe how enthusiastic you are to be a slave Lacey. Its just wonderful.” He then quickly ran a finger up my slit to examine and also enjoy my wetness. The surprise sensation however caused me to real back in the chair and pull away as a jolt of pleasure ran through me. I was so sensitive at this point even a little touch like that felt incredible.

“Hey now Lacey we can’t have you pulling away like that. If you’re going to be jerking around like that you could get hurt. Your slave pussy was just so juicy I couldn’t help myself. Here take look for yourself” he said as he raised his hand in front of my face. And like he said my juices covered the fingers he had ran between my soaking lips. Of course I didn’t need him to tell me how hot and wet I was I could feel it. But the Dr teasing and showing me made it undeniable how much I was already enjoying my new status.

He had the nurse tie me down to prevent any further moving so there wouldn’t be any accidents

He then applied shaving cream to my crotch and began shaving away what little hair I had covering my pussy. His hands expertly moving the razor along my genitals removing my hair. He worked on me with complete focus as if making my pussy bare was the same as putting horse shoes on a horse or the shearing of a sheep. Like I was just a farm animal that needed grooming. And of course that’s exactly what this was. I was a slave getting groomed. A pet that was being styled to the desire of it’s owner. This realization made me truly feel like the slave than anything else so far. I could sense it in my mind, the coming to terms. The reality setting in. more than me signing the papers having my pussy shaved in this manner was ingraining my new status into my psyche. To some degree it was frightening. If for some reason I didn’t want to have my pubic hair shaved it wouldn’t matter. I was a slave now and just like sheep get their wool sheared slave girls have their pussies shaved. Neither have an option in the matter. At the same time the feeling of helplessness felt incredible. The part of me that needed to be owned was finally being satisfied. I was completely under this man’s control. This was real, no fantasy. The Dr was treating me like the property I legally was. And I had signed the papers to make it that way.

This moment of giving into slavery felt so amazing I couldn’t believe I had ever hesitated. It just felt so right.

As the Dr finished his work he wiped me down and took a moment to admire his work. I still felt a mixture of embarrassment at having him look so closely at my exposed and now bald pussy. At the same time though there was a sensation of pride.

“How does it look?” I asked

“You have a gorgeous pussy Lacey, and now you can show it off and be proud to have every part of it seen. Best of all now when your pussy begs for attention your labia will glisten even more beautifully.”

I blushed as he mentioned how my pussy begs for attention. But he was right of course. My little cunt would get wet even if I didn’t want it to. I could feel it even now.

“Here take a look”

he raised a mirror up so I could see for myself. I had to admit my pussy looked nice and clean. With my wetness easily covering my labia now with no hair in the way just as he had said. From now on there would be no hiding my arousal. Whenever my pussy wanted to be used it would glisten for all to see. The thought of this was again humiliating and exciting. Even if I didn’t want someone to know I was turned on it would be clear to anyone who looked between my legs.

“Well miss Lacey you are now a well groomed slave and I think you deserve a reward.”

With this I immediately perked up. Was He going to make me cum? I desperately needed it. Now more than anything being made to cum as a slave was what I needed at the very core of my being.

“Oh I see that got your attention.” He chuckled, “But if you want me to make you cum I need you to tell me one more thing. Tell me how bad you need it. Tell me just like before.”

“Dr this little slut. No this slave needs to cum so bad. My little pussy has been aching all day at the thought of being a slave. Just now as you were shaving me it made me feel like your property and I loved it so much. I could feel how you owned me and how I am helpless and in your complete control. And that’s why I’m begging you to make me cum. Not just because my pussy is aching for attention and needs release, but because I need you make me cum as your slave. I need you to make me cum with this slave pussy that you own.”

“Perfect, you’re being such a good girl. Now there’s just one last thing. During your trial you are a complete slave. For the next 30 days you will be a a slave in every way that a normal slave is. You’ve signed the paper work and I’ve shaved your slave pussy. But there’s one last thing we need to do to make you a slave”

As he said this he stood up and gently cupped my smooth pussy in his hands. The sensation of him just gently holding me was incredible. Having been on the edge of orgasm for so long any touch sent powerful sensations through my entire body. I knew he had just asked me a question but I was so distracted by him holding my pussy. I was just like the slave from earlier today. The Dr was casually holding me by my pussy and standing over me now. He had me under his complete control through my pussy.

“What’s the last thing you need to be a slave Lacey? The last thing that will truly mark you as slave to your self and the rest of the world.”

It was so hard to think with his hand on my pussy. The sensation of being owned as I was freshly shaven and tied down was driving me crazy.

And then I remembered. How could I have forgotten. The clit ring. I wasn’t sure trial slaves got their clits pierced since it seemed such permanent thing. My mind raced at the thought that I might be pierced. I was so scared at the idea. Could I really handle having a clit ring. But then I looked at the Dr standing over me. The sensation of his hand still on my helpless pussy that he owned. I knew I needed to give him an answer.

“A clit ring” I whispered

“That’s right Lacey. We’re going to put a ring through your clit hood as your official slave marking. Just like you fantasized about. With that I promise you will feel truly and completely an owned slave. Before that though I’m going to reward you with the orgasm you were promised. But I need you to tell me one last time. How bad you want to be a pierced slave girl”

I felt like I was about to go crazy. With his hand on my pussy all I could think about was how badly I needed to cum. Still being pierced felt so extreme. My most intimate part decorated. Showing the whole world that this was a slut who wanted others to use her and make her cum, even at the expense of her dignity. There would never be a moment I wouldn’t be reminded of my slavery with its constant presence. Yet the thought of being pierced right now was hotter than it had ever been to me before. I could finally be totally and completely owned.

“Dr please give me my first orgasm as a slave. I want to be owned so bad. I want you to make my slave pussy cum so hard because it’s yours and it needs you to dominate it. And please pierce my clit. I want to make sure I can never pretend I’m not a slave. I need you to pierce me and put a ring on me so I can feel owned at all times.”

“Your such a good slave Lacey. I will make you cum now. I will take control of your pussy and give it exactly what it wants. But while you cum I need you to think about how you are now a slave. Like you said this is your first orgasm as a slave. Focus on how good it feels to be owned and how you are about to finally be pierced.

And with that he began to move that held me, rubbing my aching cunt. I began to cum almost immediately, easily brought to climax after being on edge for half a day. A powerful wave of pleasure washing over me as he simply moved his fingers around my pussy. The movements of his hand slowly sped up and he applied more pressure intensifying my orgasm to the point that I began fighting against my restraints.

“Good girl Lacey” the doctor said in a soothing voice “I’m so happy your cumming so hard for me. Give in to it. This is what it means to be a slave. Your pussy can finally get the release it’s always needed now that it’s properly owned.”

His words were surprisingly reassuring. Almost grounding me as I continued to have the powerful orgasm of my life. The feeling of being a slave and having my pussy owned propelling my orgasm to a point I didn’t think possible. I had volunteered to be a slave because I knew I would get to have amazing orgasms, but nothing could have prepared me for this as waves of pleasure began to crash over me.

Eventually the dr’s movements slowed and my orgasm began to die down until I was left catching my breath.

“Tell me. How was your first orgasm as a slave?”

“It was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had in my life.” I struggled to say in between breaths. Nothing in my life had ever come close to that. It felt like it would take me hours to come down from the high.

“Excellent you’re doing so well. I’m proud of you.” The Dr said reassuringly.

Hearing this made me surprisingly happy. I wanted him to be proud of me. I don’t know why his approval felt so good but it did.

After such powerful orgasm I felt limp and ready to come down after being on edge all day. But still the doctor continued to gently toy with my pussy.

“Of course you won’t be needing to calm down for a while longer slave. Like I said this is a reward for committing yourself to being owned but it is also your first training session. One of the first steps of becoming a slave girl is heightening your body’s sensitivity. So we will be working to develop your body, and today that will be by giving you multiple orgasms. And once you’ve finished your first training session and your slave pussy is properly sensitive you can finally get your clit piercing.”

This revelation was almost too much. I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm, let alone multiple ones. And most of all now that I had finally cum I was beginning to have doubts about being pierced.

Seeing the reluctance in my eyes the doctor spoke up again. “Your a slave now Lacey, you need to have your clit pierced. You still want that don’t you?

“I’m not sure”

The dr looked at me with cold eyes in silence for a moment at that response. Then quickly regained his cheerful composure and grinned as he said, “I may have asked what you want, but you should remember what I want for you is all that matters.”

And with that he plunged his fingers into my helpless pussy. Quickly bringing me back to the edge of orgasm and reaffirming that what I wanted didn’t matter. I was owned and my pussy too. So if he wanted to make me cum uncontrollably over and over again that is was his choice. And if he wanted to pierce my clit it certainly didn’t matter what I wanted. I was beginning to realize just what it meant to have no rights as I began to lose myself to another orgasm.

The dr expertly manipulated my body making me cum non stop for what felt like an hour. At Points I was screaming, even begging to let me have a break. But of course he didn’t listen, or even acknowledged me really. Continuing to work my defenseless pussy until I felt like I might never be able to stop cumming. At a point he slowed and I thought he was finished. Instead he sat back in his chair and got up close to my pussy again where he began toying with my labia. He explained that every part of a slaves pussy needed to be sensitive and that this would also be a part of my training. With this he began gently tugging and pulling on them. It felt incredible. After being made to cum so many times to even just having my pussy lips touched felt like it could make me cum. Gently massaging them between his fingers and then playfully tugging and stretching them a part exposing my hot little hole. I realized he was having fun. Playing with my labia like they were a toy. And that’s exactly what my pussy, and every part of me was. A sexual toy for the pleasure of others. Eventually he worked his way back to circling my clit and fingering me with his powerful hands for one last earth shattering orgasm.

Here he stopped, leaving me in a haze. Twitching on the examination chair as I tried to catch my breath. My mind was completely blank as I recovered from the over stimulation. My pussy ached having been so thoroughly work, pulsating and swollen.

“Excellent. I can already tell that by the time you’re finished with your training your slave pussy will be properly developed and exquisitely sensitive.”

I could barely process what he was saying, but right now the idea of even more training was overwhelming. I was just happy it was over. Though at the same time it had been amazing. I had no Idea it was possible to cum like that.

“Alright then Lacey I think you’ve finally earned your piercing” He said cheerfully

As the doctor moved to get his tools a feeling of dread came over me.

Was this really happening? This whole experience had left me with such mixed emotions. Volunteering to be a slave and signing my rights away had allowed me to experience more pleasure than I had imagined in all my fantasizing. Giving in to the mentality of being a slave had been an incredible release in the moment, but as came down from the high my hesitations crept back into my mind.

The Doctor wheeled back over to me between my forcefully spread legs. Now Armed with the instruments to complete my journey into slavery.

“I’ll definitely need to wipe you down a bit first. Your pussy certainly is one of the wettest I’ve ever encountered”

As he said this I could feel the coolness of my juices that now covered not only my pussy but all of my inner thighs as well. In fact I could feel that under my but I was practically sitting in a pool of my fluids.

Quickly the Doctor wiped me down, even lifting up a bit to wipe my but like I was child who had made a mess of themselves. It was incredibly embarrassing and I was starting to regret that I had a pussy that seemed to love to make love juice.

“Alright then, it’s time for the big moment Lacey. It will hurt but I promise it will be only for a moment. With your clit so swollen from your training it will be easy for me to place the ring through the perfect spot of your clitoral hood. It will go through a thicker part of the skin so that it will bee sturdy enough to not be at risk of tearing but also in a spot where it will apply a small amount of pressure to the part of your clit that is behind the hood itself. Not only that but it will end up pulling the skin of your hood back enough that a part of your clitoris will be constantly exposed and the ring itslef will often end up resting on this exposed part of your clit. But that’s probably more information than your really need. You’ll feel soon enough what it’s like.”

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.