It was night again. However, instead of being herded into the cages like the other slaves, Joel was led to a bed in a small room, and locked in. He looked around, taking in his new surroundings. Why was he in here? A bed? A real bed, with a fluffy pillow? What does this all mean?
He lay on top of the bed, smelling the scent of the fresh blanket. Vanilla. How ironic. Though the scent did make him promptly fall asleep...
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The sound of Head Mistress Laura's heels clanged as she walked down the marble floor of the main room.
"I call this meeting to order," she said.
All the mistresses stood up in acknowledgement, followed by the sound of shuffling as they sat back down in their seats.
Head Mistress Laura continues, "The Placement is coming up in a few. I heard there will be several good ones this time too. Everyone excited?"
The mistresses clap in response, eager to hear more.
"As you all know, The Placement is the time for newly trained trainees to become slaves. Preparations need to be made before then and collars need to be ordered if you plan to collar any. Like I said, this batch is a good one, so good luck!"
The mistresses cheered... all except Lani. She was too worried about the possibility of Joel appearing in front of the mistresses and then snatched away. Once a slave, it didn't matter whose collar he would wear; all slaves only cared for their chains.
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He woke up to the sound of a key turning into the padlock outside his room. Another day has passed. His mind was wandering again, and he didn't even notice the woman who came in was holding a small device.
"Kneel, but you may sit back on your knees," she instructed.
He didn't dare look her in the eye, but her authoritative voice brought him back to his senses.
"You're a lucky slave. You will be going to the next Placement. Therefore, you need to decide on your 24/7 collar, cause that collar will look suspicious outside of your mistress home." She held the device up, "You will need to start wearing one of these chastity cages, because no mistress needs a slave to be playing with themselves without permission."
"Lock," she commanded.
He puts his hands on his head, feet tucked under his ass, and knees spread, frozen in terror by her words.
She goes to lock the ring around his sac, heavy from denial; then lightly stroking his half awaken length before shoving it into the cage, making his length attempting to harden but to no avail. THe device locked shut with the sound of a click.
"There, that's done. Well, congratulations slave. You better decide on that 24/7 collar soon, the Placement is in a few."
He nods.
"Relax."
He releases the tension in his legs and hands. She walks out of the room, locking the door behind her.
Her words rung in his ears. He did it. He had the chance to possibly seeing his mistress again. Now for that 24/7 collar... he wanted something that would remind him of his mistress constantly... maybe a butt plug? Shock collar?
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She was back home again. She turned right to his old room, back when they lived together while dating. She made her way to the closet, reaching up for the jewellery box she kept hidden from him and herself a long time ago.
She took it out to the kitchen table, blowing the dust off before opening it. The leather collar with a metal stripe and her initials on it stared back at her, untouched since she had received it.
She took it out of the box, feeling her initials on the metal. If only she was ready for him...
Suddenly, a crash came from the living room. She put the collar down and started walking towards the sound. Two men stared at her blankly from her place in the hallway, then gesturing to one another, one rushed to ambush her while the other ball gagged her and strapped a body harness into her before studding her into a burlap sack.
"AAARRRRGGGGHHH," she cried out as she was being stuffed into the burlap sack.
The two men threw the sack into the backseat of a red Nissan SUV, and drove off.
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Unbeknownst to Joel, while his mistress was being kidnapped, he was being pampered in light of making it to the Placement.
The trainers shrieked when the announcement came down to all the staff and the slaves.
Joel and the other chosen slaves were led to a pampering room, where they were outfitted with new cuffs and an orientation for life after the Placement.
When it was his turn, the trainer motioned him to go to the interview room. He nodded and walked inside, where a second trainer was waiting.
