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 Québécois 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.
"Look I just wanted to return this collar and go back to my hotel and dry off." She held the collar out carefully.
Claire blushed even redder. She handed the collar over to the clerk. "This thing is also shocking like crazy, I can see some exposed wires so be careful."
The woman took the collar from Claire. They both walked over to the front desk while the clerk examined it. "This is a very high-end collar, GPS and everything, very expensive. (5) only a rich man with a Prime+ Slave would own this." She swiped the barcode and it came and the info came up. "Wow you really have something here, this is the collar for Slave Amber, she was Slavenapped a couple of days ago, her owner is worried sick about her."
"Really, I have never heard of that, I didn't know it was even a Thing". Claire then sneezed, feeling even more miserable now. "Look I'd better get back to my hotel, I'm soaked to my skin and I feel terrible. I hope he gets his girl back soon but I really have to go, this day has been a complete washout for me."
The clerk smiled, "Please let me be of help, the police will want to talk to you right away. I can take your clothes and send them to the cleaner. You can wait in the back, I even have a robe you can wear."
Claire was almost ready to take her up on her offer but instead she said "You can just give the police my hotel and room number and they can call me there" She went to grab a piece of paper on the countertop but accidently touched the bare wire on the slave collar.
Zap! went the shock and Claire staggered back and fell to the floor. While doing so she hit the back of her head on a shelf.
The clerk rushed over to her and helped her up. Claire felt unsteady and the woman guided her over to the Grading Waiting Bench, just as the manager came in.
"What's wrong here Carol?" he asked
Carol replied "Oh Mr. Johnson, this nice girl found the Slavenapped Ambers collar abandoned, she's all wet and cold and now she accidently got shocked and hit her head."
Mr. Johnson was worried, he had been having a fairly good day and now this problem is being dumped in his lap. Evidence of a missing slave, the police will show up and now this girl got hurt in his store. He had hoped to go home early after a slew of simple slave gradings earlier.
"Guess you'd better call the police," he said, "what should we do for her?"
"I was going to take her wet clothes to the cleaner and let her stay in the back until the cops show up."
"The slave pens are much warmer but she'll have to be naked, regulations, but she shouldn't feel nervous with all the other naked slaves around her." David interjected.
"No, no I don't want to be a bother" Claire said weakly.
"No bother at all, in fact I'd even offer you a free Amateur Slave Grading as a reward for finding the collar." the Manager suggested.
By this point Claire just wanted to get out of her drenched clothes and lay down. She was feeling woozy and didn't want to try to get back to her hotel.
"OK, thank you, I'll take you up on your offer to clean my clothes and a place to lie down to warm up and dry off. But I don't need a slave grading. I don't think I'd get a very good evaluation the way I am now anyways"
"Oh, even as you are now you could be rated Prime" Carol said with a smile, hoping to cheer the girl up. "I bet the bidders would go crazy over you. You could set a store record." Having worked in the store for several years this was the way she complimented and comforted Claire. She walked her to the entrance to the Slave Pens and Claire found herself fascinated seeing naked slaves ready for auction.
Claire smiled weakly. "Thank you but I think I just want to lie down."
Carol took Claire's stuff, "I'll lock this way while you lie down."
Carol gave Claire a hug and helped her off with her clothes. She said "My what a lovely body, your clothes really don't do justice to your wonderful figure, I bet Slave Ambers owner would gladly take you over her."
