Chloe couldn't believe her luck. She had been in the process of finishing up graduate school when the Slavery Enabling Statutes were passed. It was no small irony that her graduating with a Masters in both Sexual and Marital Counseling would enable her to become one of the first applicants to be certified by the State as a Slaver.
Chloe had always had something of a sadistic streak in her and had fancied herself as a closet dominatrix in college. She arrived at her life-long fascination with penises once she witnessed firsthand the irreversible exchange of power that would occur as she gave her boyfriends hand jobs in the dorms.
Dating extensively throughout college, she came to relish her own unique brand of sexuality as a zero sum game that redistributed power between her and those who would gladly sign up to become her victims. She looked forward to meeting young men as equals and then gradually reducing them into pathetic lust driven animals she could break up with once her exquisite cruelty drained them of all initiative and self-esteem.
The spectacle of formerly self-confident males losing all control as she asserted her dominance over them absolutely thrilled her to the marrow. Wanton orgasm had become the prevailing drug of choice and she was the acknowledged dealer on campus, leading her willing victims down the path of addiction.
Although Chloe enjoyed the occasional intercourse, the main course for her was taking a date home and having him reveal to her his darkest fantasies as she slowly stroked his cock over glasses of wine and candlelight.
Her sexuality fused with triumph if she could get her date to tell her in graphic and explicit detail all those things that would otherwise humiliate him in real life, taking him over the edge to come all over himself and her fingers.
She would memorize his recitation of fantasies of humiliation and debasement and then tenderly repeat them back to him during their subsequent hand job sessions, all the while conditioning him to experience more and more intense ejaculations under her direction.
A fully liberated woman, Chloe had long ago seized upon the opportunity to enjoy her life at the expense of others.
Now with the passage of the Slavery Enabling Statutes, she got paid to do what she had previously done for her own entertainment. What had formerly been a mere avocation had morphed into a lucrative professional calling.
After all, weren't most men miserable, pretentious creatures whose weaknesses of will and moral character justified them being enslaved and pressed into service for the common good? As far as Chloe was concerned, a submissive man's place in the New Order was to be naked, collared, and leashed.
Ever the astute observer of male psychology, Chloe knew that most of the males she met in her professional encounters secretly regarded their genitalia as their most prized possession. Under the new slavery laws, once her fingers brought them to orgasm, they would be stripped of all basic human rights and reintroduced into this brave new world as mere livestock, continually bought and sold on the open market.
Being competitive and driven to success, Chloe was gratified to know she was contributing to the betterment of society by exercising those natural gifts which came so easily to her.
Today she was making her scheduled appearance at the Enslavement Detention Center to evaluate carl's rehabilitation.
As the armed guard waved her past the security gate, she was bemused by her own observation that while she was wearing a photo id around her neck to document her station in life her latest thrall, carl, would be wearing nothing but a collar and leash to proclaim his fall from grace at her hands.
* * *
It had been three weeks since carl's propensity for enslavement had been elicited and recorded on Chloe's sofa. He had immediately been arrested and spirited off to the holding facility. It was easy to distinguish the staff from the patients. The staff wore clothing and the patients walked the halls naked. Many wore collars and were led by leash by their trainers.
The drugs administered to him seemed to corrode his memory while at the same time bolstering his libido and obscuring any inhibitions he may have brought with him into this captivity. Used and abused in front of the staff and other patients he was at first consumed with embarrassment and then shocked to realize his embarrassment was gradually morphing into lewd arousal. He drifted through uncounted days languishing in group therapy sessions where no one's secrets were safe from the prying interrogation of sadistic therapists wearing alluring perfumes and authoritarian business attire.
carl found it increasingly difficult to remember the details of his life before coming here. Every time he was masturbated or otherwise humiliated by one of the trainers in front of hundreds of thousands of internet viewers, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only, his desire to be with Chloe on any basis she would have him. He was obsessed by her cold beauty and contempt for him. He felt a karmic connection to her, and he knew that if that connection was ever severed, he would be dead to the life ahead of him.
And then she appeared before him like a feverish, hallucinatory vision. His heart started to beat wildly as she approached him. His whole being was filled with adoration and longing for her to take him from the depravity of this prison and into the shelter of her arms.
"How do you like your new life, carl?" she asked, smirking at his straining erection.
As she took the chair in front of him, he kneeled as if by instinct and began kissing her stiletto heels.
"I see your trainers teach you well," she said as she lifted her heel high enough for him to take the largest part of into his mouth.
"Just think about it, carl," she sneered with derision, "if only you and I had met under different circumstances and you had the testicular fortitude not to cave in to your filthy submissive thoughts, just imagine how different things could have been between us today.
"You would have still been a man, quite possibly my man, retaining the legal capacity to make love to me like real men do, instead of becoming the dog that I must now walk on a leash."
As he kissed her ankles and sucked on her toes, she gently put her lips to his dog collar, inhaling the leather aroma of his servitude, giving him gentle kisses on the cheek, whispering in his ear what a fine slave he was going to make.
"There's one thing my profession has taught me," Chloe told him, "and that is that a man's worst enemy is his own ignorance regarding the latent cravings inside him.
