Chapter 2. An explanation of benefits
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Over the years he had became increasingly driven by fantasies of being dominated and humiliated by beautiful women. He had tried to put these desires out of his mind but over time they became more insistent and compulsive. He knew only too well that it had become illegal to have these thoughts and that these impulses would eventually spell his demise.
He would have sought out professional counseling but the recently enacted laws that enabled slavery contained provisions that repealed any and all confidentiality between patient and therapist. In this brave new world, a counselor would be legally bound to report the patient's admissions of submissiveness and soon thereafter the patient would be arrested and sent to a therapeutic facility to fully develop his need for slavery.
One fateful evening, he found himself terribly attracted to Chloe like a moth to a flame. His rational mind told him to go home but after a few drinks his suppressed impulses overpowered him.
By night's end he lay naked and fully exposed on her couch as she massaged his penis and testicles with baby oil.
She was a slaver. He knew that. It was her job to ferret out vulnerable closet submissives, such as himself, coaxing them to reveal to their deeply hidden needs to be humiliated.
Being ejaculated by a slaver in front of the hidden camera would be sufficient evidence to register a formerly free and autonomous individual as livestock with the U.S. Department of Agriculture. As a legally registered slave, he would be stripped of all legal rights, he could be bought and sold at auction, and he would be duty bound to service any free person of either gender who happened to assert their authority over him.
Her exquisitely manicured nails, stroked his engorged penis and gently caressed his testicles. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. Tall, mocha complexion, long full frizzy black hair, elegantly dressed. He glanced at her Rolex shimmering in the candlelight as her fingers lovingly worshiped his genitals. He realized how she could afford such an expensive watch and dimly understood that he was just one in a long line of victims that preceded him and those who would follow him into this irrevocable act of degradation and surrender.
The living room was filled with incense and the sound of soft jazz.
Her sensuous lips smiled, as her fingers urged him on toward his inevitable demise.
"Let yourself go, carl," she cooed cheerfully.
"I'm here to catch it. I'm here to catch you."
Suddenly, his whole body seized up. He could not go one stroke further and spurted everything he had all over his chest and her Ann Klein blouse and skirt in one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever experienced in his life. Her slender fingers were covered with his semen.
Before she could wipe him off, the front door burst open and two EMT's, a man and a woman, came rushing in. The male brandished an electric cattle prong in one hand and a digital camera in the other to record the pick-up and delivery. The female carried a black leather dog collar and a chain.
Chloe looked at him with some sadness, "I'm so sorry, carl. Our time together has been too short and now it is over. You need to go with these nice people. They will take good care of you. I'll come to see you at your holding facility."
He attempted to resist but one shock to the hip from the cattle prong quickly instilled an attitude of compliance.
The female slipped the collar around his neck, and snapped a metal chain to the collar.
He stood dazed and defenseless in front of Chloe and his captors. She may have betrayed him but he was complicit in his own captivity for reasons he would eventually understand.
Chloe teared up as they led him naked out into the chilly night air into to the ambulance, blindfolded him and strapped his arms and legs to the gurney.
He immediately lost all track of sense of time and place. It seemed like he was drifting in some kind of a fuzzy womb for what may have been days.
Finally, a twenty something freckled redhead nurse appeared at the foot of what must have been the bed he was sleeping on.
"Wake up, sleepy head. It's time we get you formally admitted."
As he awoke, his fingers instinctively went to his neck only to find the leather collar locked around his neck. As he traced the circumference of the leather, he was shocked to find the metal leash attached thereto.
She took by him the leash and walked him down the corridor. The linoleum floor was cold to the heels of his bare feet. He was aware of his own nudity. As they walked down the corridor, he would see other naked people, some men, some women, being led by leash.
The nurse took him into what appeared to be a medical office.
"Welcome, carl, my name is Doctor Lorenz."
She was aglow with a dominant beauty, long flowing blond hair, blue eyes, red dress, classic features. carl's nostrils took in the scent of alluring perfume.
"I welcome you to our Facility for Cognitive Reassignment. As you may know, with the enactment of the Slavery Enabling laws, the government set up facilities such as this across the country."
"Our statutory mandate is to take human beings who are already legally enslaved or about to become legally enslaved and transform them into reliable subjects who satisfactorily accept being enslaved psychologically, emotionally, and physiologically".
The Doctor proceeded to sit in a chair across from a couch. Not knowing what to do he sat down on the couch.
"No, carl," she exclaimed, "livestock is not allowed on good furniture. I want you to sit on the floor facing me with your legs spread wide."
