Slave's Indoctrination Diary - 9

February 11

I've been sold. I'm so excited that I can barely keep my pen steady.

I suppose I should continue where I left off. The masters have been so generous to let me tell my story and sort out my thoughts on paper. Therefore, I should finish this part of my story. And truthfully, writing helps to settle my mind which is now spinning in multiple directions.

I was awakened by the Young Master. Strange that I slept in this morning, but I guess it was a somewhat restless night.

I ate my breakfast from bowls on the floor, and then we were off to the shower.

There was a new girl strung up this morning. A dark haired beauty. She had the same nervous energy that all new girls have, but otherwise appeared well behaved. She didn't appear to have a name yet.

I was the last to arrive, so our morning routine had already started.

Given the routine nature, I wasn't thinking about my potential sale. I was quite relaxed, not thinking.

We were in the studio again, reviewing our slave poses, and teaching the new bitch. Then the nipple clamps were applied, testing our ability to maintain a pose while accepting the sharp pain.

This was the first item that the new bitch struggled with. She even crossed her arms over her chest to offer pointless resistance. Fortunately, Fuck Doll's reprimand was enough to force her to relent.

Such a rookie mistake. I shook my head dismissively. Imagine, thinking she had rights over her own body. No doubt, she was in for a whipping tonight after dinner.

The Head Master entered the training room, which was somewhat unusual, but he did not say anything. He only observed as the shock collars were fastened to our necks.

This remains one of my least favourite punishments. However, it is appropriate for them to be used on a group of bitches. Especially under the watchful eye of the Head Master, I struggled to maintain my composure as the shocks intensified.

My fellow slaves didn't fare as well. Wham Bam Mama and the new bitch were crying out, and curled up in pain.

I think the Head Master knew it was one of the more dreaded punishments, and one that didn't leave a mark. Since even I had been aroused by our punishments, I couldn't really blame him.

I believe he enjoyed our suffering because it was immediately afterwards that he made his announcement. "I have some good news. Wonder Cunt has been sold."

I shrieked with joy, and practically jumped to my feet to hug him.

Fire Crotch and Wham Bam Mama were excited as well, rising to hug and congratulate me. Even the new bitch, though clearly confused by the excitement over being sold into slavery, wished me well.

I surprised Fuck Doll by giving her a passionate kiss. "Thank you for your guidance. I'll make you proud."

She smiled and kissed me in return. "I know you will."

Head Master reattached my leather collar and leash, then led me out of the room.

We entered a room I was not familiar. It was an open room with a large door at one end, and contained a variety of restraints. I could describe it as a loading area or mini- warehouse.

The one item that stood out was a steel cage sitting near the center. A cage for transporting livestock, such as me.

There was no pretense otherwise. Master lifted up the top of the cage. "Let's get you ready for transport. Climb in Wonder Cunt."

I climbed in and knelt down. The cage wasn't large, but it was enough space for me to kneel on all fours or to lie down. The base of the cage was flat and rubber, so not uncomfortable.

Master closed the top of the cage, and locked it, sealing me in place.

I noticed my notebook and pen in the corner of the cage. And master noted my attention. "I am waiting for some of the guys to load you onto the truck, and I have some paperwork to finalize. So, I figured you could write in your diary while you're waiting. I find it easier to chloroform the slaves for transport, and we will be knocking you out, but we still have some time."

Even after everything that had occurred, it still felt odd that he would speak in such a calm matter-of-fact manner. And truth be told, having the opportunity to write out my thoughts would be comforting.

I wanted to ask who I had been sold to? Where was I going? Did I sell for a good price? However, I knew that no answers were forthcoming. Perhaps this was for the best. Slaves have no need to be aware of their circumstances. Whatever will happen, will happen.

The Head Master paid very little attention to me as I started writing. He was sitting at the side table working on his computer. Whatever held his attention was out of my view, but it seemed to be mundane admin tasks anyways. I'm securely locked in the cage and not making any fuss, so he has no need to keep an eye on me.

Master David and Black Master have just arrived, so I think my time is nearly up.

Head Master has now given me the order to wrap this up. "OK, Wonder Cunt, wrap up your writing. The diary is staying here. We're going to chloroform you now. Don't read anything into it. All slaves are knocked out. It just makes your transport easier, and ensures you don't know where you are, or where you are going."

I've nodded my assent, and I'm scrambling to write these final words. I won't have the ability to note my thoughts in the future, and I can only hope that this helps the masters and future slaves to find their place.

Thank you masters. Wonder Cunt is ready to meet her new master, and Liz Childs died here. Wherever here is.