Disclaimer
All characters are legal adults in the jurisdictions presented, and in any case are 18+.
This story revolves around a universe where there is legal slavery either voluntary, as criminal punishment, or by debt-based indenture. This universe is loosely based off the works of Carl_Bradford, Joe_Doe_Stories and many others.
Consent is paramount! Slavery is bad. Historical and race-based slavery was exceptionally bad. Modern slavery, in all forms is bad and should be condemned.
The concept of "legal slavery" and "self-indenture" is a fictional erotica topic with BDSM themes and should be taken lightly, not as a serious presentation of any desirable future. I'm borrowing the universes well presented on Literotica without consent or knowledge of the prior authors: I beg their indulgence.
This story employs themes of feminzation, non-consent/reluctance, mind control/hypnosis, slavery, bondage, submission, control, and Domination.
Welcome 'Pledge' - MaidSlaves US
Josh snickered as he saw Richard in his girly outfit. It could just as easily have been him who lost the coin toss and had to dress like a girl, but for now he was happy to gloat over his fellow pledge's misery. He'd had to shave everywhere, as per the instructions, then wiggle into the tight clothing.
A tight push-up bra moulded his shapeless chest into two tiny mounds. They were constrained behind a crop-top double-breasted jean jacket that helped shape his upper body. They'd had his hair straightened, then trimmed into something like a pixy cut. Josh had to give his head a shake: when he looked too carefully at Richard like this, he started to forget they were going to be frat
brothers
. Richard had done a quick pass on his makeup, but '
Less can be more...
' reflected Josh. '
Fuck me, he almost passes...
'
Rich meanwhile shifted uncomfortably in the white platform heels he'd been made to buy and rubbed his legs together awkwardly in the tight jean skirt and fishnets he was wearing. He wasn't sure why he had to dress this slutty, but the instructions
had
been clear. As he shifted, he felt an odd pressure where the whale tail of his white thong crested over the low-rise skirt. They'd had his nails done too, the same place where they'd got his haircut done. It was a little curious that the frat brothers knew a salon that served drag performers, but he'd just chalked it up to the experience that fraternities represented.
"All right, looks like you got everything done the way they told us. You ready for this?" Josh asked Richard. Richard blushed and silently nodded. "Come on, you'll need to speak a little, can you give me a 'Yes?'"
Richard groaned, "... Yes," he said in a tone scarcely above a whisper.
"There, good. Keep what you say to a minimum and this'll be easier for both of us. Let's go check in with the frat president and get this done. We'll be Tau-Tau-Phi's in no time!" Josh grinned and offered up a hand for a high five.
Reluctantly, Richard met his hand. "We'd better. They told us this was our last 'Pledge Challenge.' Everyone else from our cohort already passed..." Richard scowled at this last part.
"Hey, buck up! This is our big chance. One more hurdle and it's done: let's go!" and he waved for Rich to follow as he sprang through the door and down the stairs.
[...]
Rachael had been parachuted for a stint in the new MaidSlaves US location. Management had decided to try to bring the magic of MaidSlaves to the NAFTA Version-3⅔ nations. '
If we can ship slaves there, then we want to integrate there too,
' she had been lectured. It made sense: slaves were property, and free trade was all about the free exchange of goods--even if that property was
anything
but 'free'.
The setup of the new locations had gone fairly well over the last two years, but there were cultural differences that were difficult to overcome. The subtle touch of MaidSlaves™ risked being contaminated with boorishness if head office didn't crack the literal and proverbial whips. So, Rachael had been sent in from the parent location to help shore up the cracks and see just what was going on.
She'd only been here a few days, but nothing seemed terribly suspect--yet--at least. She'd integrated easily: the layout was eerily similar to the location she'd helped refine. It was so similar in fact that she kept being forgetting where she was. It was a little weird, getting used to a new Maid of The House, but Maid 1202's training up North had been impeccable, and she executed her duties with the exacting precision Rachael was used to.
[...]
"That's it, that's the prank..." Chen, the frat president trailed off as he handed the collar and leash to a stunned looking Josh, standing next to a terrified Richard. "The details are all in these files here," he hefted a brown folder on the table, "show them that, play along with their little game, be nice... And then when they go to strip Richard here, they'll realize they've been had!" he laughed.
The other assembled brothers started laughing too... But the prank didn't sound all that funny to Richard. "So, if we do this, then we're in right? No more pledge BS? We'd be--"
"No more pledge BS
Sir
. Don't forget your place little pledgie," cautioned one of the brothers from the back of the room.
"Sorry Sirs, yes sirs. Sir yes sir," squeaked them both automatically.
"But yes, if you do this, I can promise both of you, your days as a pledge will be behind you. The brothers here can't wait to see the video of your prank, and we'll be here to welcome you when you're done!" as Chen said this, he gestured to one of the taller frat brothers who hefted a phone with 4 gleaming photo lenses on the back. "'Tej here is going to video you from a safe distance so the frat can enjoy it over some beers later!" he cried to general approval.
"So, what are you waiting for pledgies? Josh: collar your slut. Richard: you look fucking adorable. This is going to be EPIC!" Chen clapped his hands like a football coach. "Let's go!"
"Well Richie, you heard Sir President Sir, down on your knees and we'll get going." Josh hefted the collar open impatiently at waist height. Richard groaned, but didn't say anything as he awkwardly fell to his knees, fumbling his high heels. Straightening up, he held his pixie-cut hair out of the way as the collar snapped shut around his neck. He gulped and blushed as Josh snapped the leash on. "
Up
slut! We have a mission to accomplish!" Josh tugged on the leash and Rich stumbled up.
The assembled frat brothers whooped and hollered as the pair trudged out of the room. "Yeah baby! Shake that ass while you wiggle on out of here sweet thang!" teased one brother from the sides. Burning with shame, Richard was crimson red in the face as they got out into the daylight of the street, and the fresh air felt like it hit him everywhere--but his collar. He shivered.
[...]
