By Otis_from_Helotes
Copyright 2014
"The strong give up and move on. The weak give up and stay"
--Hall and Oates song
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The social scene had changed dramatically by the advent of the 2020's. Eighty percent of new marriages were now between same sex couples. Cohabiting heterosexuals were largely opting out of matrimony altogether. The single payer version of universal health care was firmly rooted once and for all with the unexpected result that a sizable percentage of the working age population could no longer afford to be gainfully employed as the loss of premium subsidies greatly outweighed whatever meager wages they could secure at what few jobs there were.
The up and coming eighteen to thirty year olds, now known as the "Draconian" generation had eschewed the crushing expense of onerous student loans, foregoing four years of a formal college education, opting for on-line certifications instead.
Accurate metrics reflecting the true rate of unemployment were nowhere to be found though some academics estimated that somewhere between a quarter to a third of the working age population would never find sustained meaningful employment.
With the growing underclass of idle hands threatening to draw unfunded entitlement benefits an elegant solution presented itself. Slavery was revived as an institution integral to the sustenance and survival of a no growth economy that could no longer generate a rising tide to lift all boats.
Slavery, as reconstituted, was something of a win-win proposition for all parties concerned. By having those inducted into sexual servitude reclassified as mere livestock, they were stripped of their right to vote and were easily removed from the welfare roles while the government took in desperately needed revenues from the auctions.
Those who purchased the slaves were further rewarded by a legislated formula that equated each sexual slave to be four tenths of a human thereby enhancing the voting franchise of slave owners by an additional four tenths of a vote for every slave they owned. Thus, a slave owner with five slaves bought both himself and his spouse, if he had one, an extra two votes by proxy at the ballot box in addition to the windfall of free sexual services and unpaid labor. As for the slaves, they were free in a manner of speaking to explore their submissive tendencies assuming they actually had said tendencies.
Chloe was an accomplished slaver, having joined the ranks of one of the few professions that were still flourishing. A smart and seductive mixed race woman 28 years of age, she was possessed by a smoldering sexuality that at once confused and seduced many a young man trying to navigate the current singles scene. A wolf in sheep's clothing, she was the consummate cock whisperer, ensnaring careless prey lacking sufficient self-control or a moral compass to guide them away from entanglement in her web.
As part of her continuing career development and required professional education, she attended two to three munches a week across Houston which were generally held at upscale hotels and exclusive clubs. She was no longer shocked by the sight of rude genitalia, no longer shocked by the seemingly endless procession of nude men and women, collared and leashed, on exhibit for the benefit of the privileged few who could not only look but touch with impunity.
One of the prime directives governing the lawful conduct of slavers was never to get emotionally involved with a subject that had already been enslaved.
The literature and regulations stated that a male slave necessarily lacked the assertiveness to initiate sexual intercourse with a Slaver. Therefore, a tryst between slaver and slave was sufficient evidence that the malfeasant slaver was even more submissive than the slave, and that she was to be enslaved herself on account of her no longer being legally competent to enslave others.
Chloe was mindful that there was a special place in "slave hell" for slavers who had intercourse with their "inventory".
A slave's semen was considered dirty and penetration irreparably sullied a slaver's authority and dominance. She shuddered as her memory recollected former sister slavers, some of whom she had even slept with at far flung training conferences, sister slavers who were subsequently out-ed in the workplace and formally collared by their former supervisors at collaring ceremonies at the Rothko chapel.
She had painfully encountered some of them, now laboring as collared cocktail waitresses and pole dancers in the downtown watering holes and as servants and concubines in River Oaks mc-mansions.
And so on this Thursday afternoon, she pulled her BMW into the club's parking lot to make another professional appearance that was becoming more contractual obligation than professional development.
Chloe estimated that there were about twenty-five "free agents" congregating for the libations and networking, and maybe twelve slaves between twenty and thirty years of age, consisting of nine or so males, and maybe three females.
One of the many perks of slaving was that the liquor at these events was free for slavers and their human free agent guests, the bar tab being picked up by the state. An additional amenity was that if a slaver should later be stopped by the HPD for impaired driving, they would not be cited but given a free ride home.
As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit smoky entrails of the club, she saw her friend, Eva, approach her with a male slave in tow. Eva was known by her colleagues an accomplished seductress and masturbatrix. Tall, tan, and blonde, she projected an air of confident dominance, and elegance further accentuated by a revealing black cocktail dress pushing up generous breasts and a sparkling diamond necklace.
Chloe recognized the tethered male following her as zeke. He was wearing a green leather collar and tethered to a leash wrapped around Eva's wrist. The green leather collar signified that he had been employed as an enslavement professional in an earlier life. Chloe had remembered him as an intake counselor, processing and counseling the latest recruits who had just been shipped to the regional slave induction campus.
She had always found herself attracted to his boyish looks and his gentle, reassuring sense of humor whenever she brought him new "inventory". She had always been aware of a bubbling sexual tension between them and often fantasized about going out with him. And now, here he was, one more piece of inventory, as she viewed his finely toned abs, his robust athletic body and turgid cock for the first time.
Chloe reflected on the irony that a steady source of newly inducted slaves now seemed to be coming from the working pool of slavers themselves and their support staff, the very people the State had deputized to administer and manage the conspicuously profitable slave trade.
She surmised that Eva must have relentlessly pursued him at work, plying him with liquor and increasing traces of sexual enhancement drugs on their dates, gradually breaking down his will and resolve.
After several nights of progressive role play and submissive debauchery, she would have confiscated his clothes and personal effects never to give them back. As their relationship deepened she no doubt would have trained him to walk through her gated community at the submissive end of his very own leash, learning by trial and error to respond to every verbal and nonverbal command.
Ever the consummate trainer, Eva would have taken him riding on public transit as a collared service animal, publicly exhibiting him among other naked slaves at the dog parks downtown.
Chloe could imagine Eva's guilty pleasure as her naked captive withered under the taunts, the ridicule, and the rude stares of passing spectators watching them training together. After all, this was the established protocol.
"Hi, Chloe," Eva chortled. "Have you seen our latest recruit, zeke?
"As an experienced counselor for the incoming recruits, he's taken to his new life style like a fish to water.
"Turn around, zeke. Show Chloe your latest adornment."
