Based in the "Slave Grading" world created by
John_Doe_Stories
here at
Literotica.
I recommend reading "
Self Slave Grading Do's & Don'ts" before
my story. It's in my Favorites
All Characters are over the age of 18
Numbers in () refer to footnotes at the end of story
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Two months summer vacation in England! Her graduation gift for finishing High School with Honors now she can visit all the fantastic historical places and see the wonderful art she had read about.
Riding the bus though York, Claire was surprised at seeing so many Slaves out in their Slave Outfits (1). Of course, Claire knew about slavery but being from Western Canada didn't think about it much. Her home had been settled by poor farmers who couldn't afford personal slaves, and cowboys who believed the "Rugged Individualism" and along with the end of Male Labour Slavery before the west had been settled (2); the lack of slaves was turned into a virtue by later generations. But now, as society modernized in recent years these attitudes were changing particularly in the larger cities.
It was starting to rain heavily so Claire got her umbrella out when she got off the bus at the mall. Walking across the parking lot a strong wind gust blew open her umbrella then pulled it out of her hand. Running after it across the lot she was finally able to retrieve it.
"Its ruined, I'm going to get even more soaked before I get inside."
However, before Claire could run to the mall entrance, she spotted something shiny hidden off to the side. She went to retrieve it, somewhat hoping that it was money or something else of value. She was surprised to find it was a Slave Collar, and a fancy one at that. But it was clearly broken and sparking electricity.
"What the heck are you doing here?" she eyed it curiously. "Well I guess there is only one place I should take this."
Getting increasing wet she then ran to the entrance. Shaking her umbrella dry, she quickly realized it was so broken as to now be useless. She found a garbage to dump it in and when up to a clerk in the first store that she came too and asked
"Excuse me do you have a Slave Store in this Mall?"
"Why dearie, are you looking to sell yourself?" The middle age women said with a twinkle in her eye. She looked at Claire, seeing her alabaster skin and lovely long hair put in a pony tail over her right shoulder. Even with no makeup and soaking wet she was beautiful, with a clean, down home country girl look about her.
Claire blushed "Oh no, I just found a broken slave collar laying around outside an I don't know where to take it. Besides back home people were not as enthusiastic about slavery as here." Even now Claire was remembering her pioneer grandparents sneering about "Lazy Easterners and their slaves" to which her grandfather would sometimes add "probably need them to wipe their asses".
The Saleslady found Claire attitude "quaint". Claire noticed the look in her face and thought to herself. "If she thinks that's strange, she'd be shocked by French Canadians who feel that slavery was something that only Anglo's did and wasn't worthy of a proud Habitant who plowed his own soil with his own hands." Then she remembered reading that when the Parti QuΓ©bΓ©cois were elected they even tried to ban slavery. Only the threat of outside intervention made them back down.
"Well dearie the Sam The Slave Man Store (3) is down the main walkway then make the first turn to your right, its at the end of the corridor, you can't miss it."
"Thank you very much." replied Claire, now increasingly feeling cold in her wet clothes, wondering what she could do to get warm and dry.
"Be careful girl, you look Prime to me, they'd scoop you up in a minute." the woman teased.
Down the corridors Claire went till she found the Slave Store. She had expected to find something dark and tacky but this was bright and welcoming. She went up to the counter where a nice-looking woman, probably in her 30s was looking at her iPad.
Claire went up to her and the woman, without looking up, said "Sit down over there." Claire was a bit startled at her manner but went over to where she directed. The Clerk then followed her and told her "Take your clothes off and the Grader will be with you shortly."
Startled Claire took a moment to realize what the clerk was talking about. Now she was cold, wet and embarrassed. "No, no that's not why I'm here, I found this broken slave collar at the edge of the parking lot and thought you were the best people to give it too." Claire started to visibly blush.
"Oh, sorry about that, I've had nothing but girls wanting a quick slave grading all day." She looked at Claire and smiled. The clerk said, "Those girls weren't half as good looking as you"
The woman then grabbed a electronic device and pressed it against Claire's left breast. It gave dull buzzing sound and the women said "'Open your blouse and pull it over so I can get a clear reading."
"Clear reading?" said a startled Claire.
"Yes I'm not getting a reading on your Slave Chip." (4)
"I don't have a Slave Chip, I'm not a slave." Claire responded defensively.
The clerk became confused "It's not just for slave's, most girls have them. I'm surprised you don't know that."
"I'm not from around here, I'm a tourist." Claire was getting a bit nervous being in the store, even though it was very nicely decorated.
"Oh, well most girls like to have them since it carries their ID, Status, Slave Grade and highest bid offered." explained the clerk "It also give a bit of protection against unintended enslavement as well as helping to quickly sort inventory."
Claire was confused, she felt terrible, she was cold and all this had her mind swirling.
"Well we can fix that in a jiffy," the clerk walked back to the sales desk "Take your blouse off and I'll bring the Chipper."
Claire was now flushed with embarrassment "Oh I don't think I need that done thank you."
The clerk flashed a mischievous smile "Oh its no trouble, and its not that that expensive. In fact, if want to be graded as well its half price." after a moment she continued "If fact we could even have you up for auction by tomorrow if you like."
What the clerk said was an almost standard phrase uttered to women getting Slave Grades, it was almost like saying "Do you want fries with that?" There was always the hope for a last-minute change of mind and the customer could be converted into innovatory.
"Oh God please I don't want that!" Claire began to panic.
"Why not, no more money worries, your taken care of, and fantastic orgasms are guaranteed." The clerk gave the next part of the enslavement pitch" You'd send a lot of money back your family, its a win win for everyone." she said cheerfully.