BACK HOME AGAIN
I'm using parts of this story to try to stretch as a writer, but couldn't keep it doing it consistently. Numbers (2) refer to footnotes and the star (*) is an alternate scene, like a deleted scene on a DVD. The scene contains incest so if you don't like that stuff it's easy to avoid. Everyone is over eighteen years of age.
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The soft sunlight peaked into the room of former slave girl Claire, dreaming of the safety and happiness of a cage. Feeling its protection, wrapping her in a layer of obedience and sexual fulfillment. Her hand stretched out to feel its bars of safety, the cold metal against her hand making her content. The very feeling of her pen made her body shiver in excitement and her sex responded with pleasure at her confinement.
Slowly the light of day penetrated Claire's eyes and the dream faded, but still leaving a warm embrace of slavery. Her eyes opened slowly and rested upon her old dresser, it was dark brown, with scratches and light and dark patches from the decades of use. A small ray of light made a sliver of a rainbow against it, moving ever so slowly as the sun moved across the sky and snuck into her bedroom. As slowly her body emerged from sleep to consciousness, she could still feel the warmth of her phantom cage. How many times had her first view of the world had been of her bureau? But somehow now it looked out of place, alien. Somewhere in her mind was telling her it didn't belong here, she didn't belong here, not anymore. Gradually she became more conscious, her eyes more focused and mind remembering where she was. Flying from her cage and into the warm embrace of her bed covers, her body felt a different embrace. Slowly her body began to stir, and soon Claire stretched her arm out to turn on her mini stereo's CD to play Vivaldi's Concerto in C Major RV 113 as her waking up music. Slowly she moved her limbs around and laid on her back. She realized she was wearing pajamas and felt it strange not to be sleeping naked. Something was missing and she felt at her neck, realizing her collar was off and in a panic, worried she had lost it. Her mind slowly reminded her where she was and who she was and what she wasn't. She finally sat up in bed, the dream of slavery was put to bed and life as a free woman awoke.
Back home again! Back to clear skies, people you know, a place that is a community, and life at a slower pace, a place where the only slaves you saw were on TV. Claire luxuriated in her bed; she pulled the covers around her feeling their warm embrace. After an almost blissful period of snuggling under her covers she finally drew herself up in bed and stretched her arms. She pulled herself out of bed and pulled off her nighty, then pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring herself. When she used to look in the mirror, she would only see her flaws. Her breasts were small, and she always seemed to look like she was still a teenager, not a woman. But her vacation that turned into a rotating series of enslavements had showed her she was a beautiful and an object of desire. She was worth something and people would pay a lot to have her. She moved closer and looked at her permeant new mark, her award, her star. She caressed it with her fingers, feeling its slightly raised contours. She had already experimented with makeup and found it could be easily obscured so that only a close inspection would divulge its existence. She found waterproof concealer would hide it when she went swimming (though she needed to have the right makeup remover for after). But she would only use the makeup when her clothes could not do the trick for her, and as autumn was coming, her wardrobe would do the trick. Once in a while she also found herself wanting to show it off, show her achievement, her value. Then reality would sink in because she knew it would cause uncomfortable questions.
Once in a while she would find herself repeating Slave Mantras in her head and it would give her a warm feeling of comfort and pleasure. But she kept telling herself she must stop thinking about repeating mantras or stretches or they would eventually consume her. She was still torn between freedom and slavery, her mind struggling with her identity. She had gone to England as a high school graduation gift, she was such a nerd about history, culture and art, it was perfect for her. But the whole thing had gone sideways and instead she was trained as a slave and then repeatedly became one, spending more time as slave than as a simple tourist. She was able to escape from it each time but she knew deep down she had enjoyed it even as she had fought against it. Her slave training had almost completely brain washed her (or did it release her?) so that she had nagging doubts about being a free woman, finding herself sometimes craving a return to the slavery she had rejected.
It had been a week since Claire had returned from her "slavery odyssey" in Britain. She had been to embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened, how could she even start to explain what transpired and how it had changed her? However, it didn't take long for Claire's family to quickly notice that she had dramatically changed. She had left a smart, confident young woman and returned as a quiet, agreeable girl who was always willing to help out and did whatever was asked of her. She had never been a "wild child" but these startling changes did make them wonder what had happened to her. Claire herself realized that her behaviour had changed and understood that her family had unasked questions about the change in personality. After some false starts, she finally opened up about some of what happened to her mother, it was excruciatingly hard to try to talk about her adventures while keeping out the worst parts, for she didn't want to upset her mother with the extremes of her experiences. Her mother realized that much had been unsaid from Claire's story, knowing from the media about the world of slavery, she simply comforted her daughter like she always did and told her she would talk to everyone not to bother her about it anymore.
The culture in which Claire had grown up had not been one amenable to slavery. A society that had decided that the poverty of its pioneers, was the virtue of free men and woman working their own land, by themselves. But the coming of Television, and later the flood of American programs all showing the virtues of slavery began to change that. All that exposure to positive portrayals of servitude were eroding the people's disfavor. Ever so slowly the tentacles of human bondage were infiltrating Claire's home town. There were fewer letters to the editor complaining about slaves in the media, disapproval of slavery in people's everyday conversations were becoming muted. The occasional visitor with slave in tow were met with fewer looks of distaste. Without realizing it, opposition was evolving into acquiesce.
The old saying "Time heals old wounds" proved true for Claire. Back home among friends, family and neighbours the world started to make sense to her again. Her "slave mind" started to recede and she started to feel normal again, or at least what she remembered as normal. She continued to work at her job at the bookstore, even though she didn't need the money. In fact, she was extremely well off, having won two million dollars in the lottery. She worked because she had been brought up to respect the importance of hard work. And she was frugal, again her upbringing, diversely investing most of the money. It made her smile think she could buy her own herd of slaves if she wanted too, an interesting turn of events it would be if she did so. But even though she was feeling normal again she would feel a twinge of excitement when a slave would show up on a television show. Unfortunately, Claire's road to recovery hit a major snag...
It was a couple of weeks after returning home she got the first e-mail from Sam the Slave Man. They called her part of the "Sam's Family", which was probably something dreamed up by their marketing department, but it made her feel like they were trying to make a claim on her. They told her that the company had bought out the slave division of the Eaton's Department store chain (1). She was being 'invited' to see one of the Grand Openings that would be happening cross country. Reading the e-mail made her hairs stand up on the back of her neck. It made her nervous, but she also realized she was feeling wet. Her head told her not to trust what they really wanted from her, they could even try to enslave and auction her. That thought brought a jolt of sexual excitement through her body. She said to herself, "Shit that slave training really did a number on me, I was hoping it would be weakening by now." She took a deep breath, and thought about running through the forest, but had to stop when her forest run began to involve fewer and fewer clothes. Finally, she just decided to delete the message without responding, hoping it would delete her feelings to.
She looked up the new Sam stores that were opening up and her small city wasn't included. There was an Eaton's store but it had never had a slave section, so she didn't have to worry about it being close to her. In fact, the only two major cities, Regina and Saskatoon would have the new Sam stores, and the closest city was over a two-hour drive. For once she was happy to be living in the middle of nowhere (relatively speaking).
This direct appeal to her slave mind flooded her with memories and emotions. Her memories of slavery were mostly happy, but this rude reminder almost overwhelmed her. She felt the need to repeat her slave mantras again, strip naked and do her slave exercises. She gave in to the feelings rather than let them torment her all day. She closed her door and locked it, stripped off her sweater and jeans, bra and panties; and performed her slave exercises while repeating her slave mantras. She hoped by confronting these unwanted urges their power over her wouldn't overwhelm her. Without thinking she put the last collar that had been locked around her neck back in its place of enslavement. Doing her physical and mental workout flooded her body with pleasure, so much so that she climaxed once she had finished her exercises, writhing in pleasure that never seemed to stop, finally ending covered in sweat. She lay on the floor almost a half hour thinking what this has done to her. But she was still hopeful she could return to her previous normal. She got up to go the family bathroom to shower, forgetting she was slave naked. Luckily, she spotted herself in the mirror, and went into a panic looking for the key to the collar that had almost permanently enslaved her. Finding it, she hesitated about removing it, looking in the mirror it looked like it belonged there. She put the key down and started caressing her slave collar. Touching it, she felt shivers of sexual excitement run up and down her body, eliciting moans. Her body shivered and then she found herself kneeling on the floor juicing herself till she orgasmed again. She stood up and looked in the mirror again, straightening her back and feeling like a slave proud to be owned. She started planning to drive to a slave auction and put herself up for sale. But the voice of her mother broke her reverie, so much so she had to grab on to a chair to keep her balance. She had to sit down and recover her bearings, finally she grabbed the key, unlocked the collar and put her bath robe on and went to the shower, hoping she can find her balance again.
She continued to receive e-mails from Sam's every couple of days. The opening was still almost a month away and Claire couldn't wait for it, as she hoped the messages would end after that. By the fifth message she finally decided to respond and asked why they wanted her to be present. Their response dismayed her for it stated that they wanted to show her off as an example of the quality slaves they had to offer. In a fit of pique, she responded that she was not a slave, was not interested in being a slave, and did not wish to be displayed as one. The e-mail put Claire in a state of nervous excitement and it took a great deal for her to calm down. They responded a couple of days later and apologised for the tone of the message and that they were not trying to enslave her, though they would want to display her slave naked. This time she responded in a more pleasant tone and informed them that she was sorry but she wouldn't be appearing at the grand opening.
