The Neighborhood Walk

All individuals present in this story are at least 18 years of age. All individuals enthusiastically consent to partake in these activities.

Across the multiverse, there is a world similar yet distinctly different to our own. In this world, a far more hedonistic and sex-focused society has evolved. As time progressed, society has shifted towards the commodification of sexual desire. Women could voluntarily or involuntarily become enslaved and made to surrender their bodies and minds to the whims of their masters. The institution of sexual slavery has been legitimized, with the law permitting the ownership and trade of women, reducing them to commodities to be modified, bought, sold, and used.

This system has been widely accepted as a positive force for society, with many women even embracing the opportunity to own slaves of their own. Reveling in the power and pleasure that comes with it, they have become active participants in the legal slave trade. The benefits of this system are numerous-- crime rates have plummeted, scientific research has flourished, and the population of women has surged. Sexually transmitted illnesses have all but been eliminated. To cater to the growing demand for female slaves, entire industries and massive retail chains have emerged, making them relatively affordable and accessible to anyone who desires one.

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Chapter 1: The Walk

I stood beside the front door like a good slave girl, waiting for my owner to be ready. We had just finished eating lunch, and I could still taste the cherry cum-flavored slave chow on my tongue.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I began to mentally prepare myself for leaving the house, as my owner's possession. Part of me was excited to be able to leave his house for the first time in a week, but I was also still really nervous about being displayed naked in public. I still had a strong sense of modesty from my past life before I had been sold, despite the changes that had been made to my body.

I was completely naked, except for a pair of shoes and a sleek, black collar around my neck. My blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin clearly displayed my highly prized Scandinavian heritage. The collar clearly marked me as a slave and was impossible for me to remove. It continuously streamed live information about my nineteen-year-old body and its location to my owner's phone. I had no idea if it was capable of shocking me, but I never disobeyed my owner long enough to find out.

I carefully pulled my neck-length blonde hair into a cute little ponytail, and then secured it in place with a pink hair tie. Once I was satisfied with its placement, I paused for a brief moment before placing my hands on the back of my hips, causing a slight ripple through my cute little ass cheeks. The hand positions caused me to puff up my chest slightly, presenting my perky breasts to the world. It was too bad that there wasn't a mirror nearby, so that I could admire my sultry pose.

Despite the circumstances, there was something exhilarating about being completely naked. I, weirdly, felt free.

My owner, Gabe, had told me to get ready and wait by the door for a walk. I wasn't sure if he was genuinely taking longer to get ready, or if he was just messing with me as I stood waiting.

I had only been his slave for a couple weeks, and at just nineteen years old, I was still adjusting to the reality of becoming my owner's property. Still, I had come a long way from the naïve, shy, and timid girl whose awkwardness had continuously plagued her love life. Now, just one look at my naked body would erase any notion of innocence.

I was a long way from posting the occasional photo that highlighted my body on my social media page. Nothing was left to the imagination, having become the sex-toy of a man ten years older than me. If I was horny, which I often was, you could literally see the juices sparkling in the light on my pussy, while my nipples grew hard. Nothing about my body was kept private anymore. I was basically just a glorified sex doll.

It wasn't all bad, though. In my previous life, I had been too shy to ask anyone out and too shy to fuck who I wanted to fuck. I was constantly horny and spent way too much time alone while masturbating. There was no need for flirting anymore, as my body freely advertised to the world my innermost desires. And gone were the days of me trying to figure out what I was going to wear; Gabe would choose the clothes I wore. Was that really so terrible? Part of me even liked not having to worry about the stress and anxiety of choosing my outfit anymore.

For someone ten years older than me, I thought that Gabe was pretty good looking, despite being twenty-nine. He was healthy, in good shape, and seemed to have a good sense of style when it came to clothing choices. I thought back to all the people that had inspected my body, while I sat naked and restrained on the shelf, waiting to be purchased alongside the other sex slaves on the Girl Mart shelves. There were far worse people that could have bought me.

I remember being terrified when he lifted me off the shelf and placed me into his shopping cart, alongside some other items. I had been gagged and restrained on the store shelf up until that point, nervously watching as customers inspected my body. I had no idea what he would be like and how he would treat me. I could only watch as he pushed the metal cart through the store, stopping a couple times to add clothing, restraints and sex toys to the cart.

I was still holding out hope that he'd decide he wanted a different girl and return me to my shelf. Right up until he lifted me out of the cart and placed me on the checkout conveyor. A few moments later, the cashier grabbed me, scanned my tag, and then Gabe casually paid with his credit card. It was at that very moment when I became his.

I had no idea how many different kinds of restraints, sex toys, and vibrators existed, until Gabe brought me to his home. He wasted almost no time in using them on me, and I quickly learned that I no longer controlled my body. Everything in my life was meant to remind me of this fact. He even had a vibrator alarm clock that was going to be waking me up each morning. It didn't take long for the combination of pleasure and pain to begin reprogramming my mind.

At night, Gabe normally made me sleep in a bed covered with a metal cage unless he wanted me to spend the night in bed with him. He often let me wear a pair of panties to sleep in, but only so that dildo he forced me to sleep with would remain in place inside of me all night long. It felt weird to just lie there in my bed with a dildo up inside me. The first night was rough, and it took me a few days to get used to feeling of fullness. It helped that I was thoroughly exhausted at the end of each day, from being fucked and forced to orgasm more times than I could count. The sensation of being stuffed all night along with the vibrator alarm clock waking me up ensured that I was unbearably horny each morning.

I think Gabe might have bought me because he has a thing for hot Scandinavian women.

I glanced around the entrance area of the house. After another five minutes of waiting, I looked up as I heard a door close, and the sounds of footsteps started getting closer.

I watched as Gabe walked up to me and clipped the leash he was holding onto my collar. As he walked past me, his sexy-smelling scent washed over me.

"Ready to go, slut?" he said.

Despite my reluctance, I nodded. It wasn't my choice to make.

Like many slave owners, he preferred to keep me on a leash when we were in public. It was humiliating being walked like I was a dog, but Gabe claimed it kept me safe. Despite our short time together, he already had me leash trained.

He unlocked the front door and opened it. He lightly pulled on my leash as he led me out of the house. My heart was racing as I nervously stepped through the door. My eyes quickly adjusted to the bright sunlight, as I gazed upon the street. I felt completely and utterly exposed, wearing only my slave collar and the running shoes that he allowed me to wear.

My cheeks turned red as we walked down the driveway and turned onto the sidewalk. Back before I was sold, only my ex-boyfriend had seen me naked. Why couldn't my owner have at least allowed me to wear a slutty outfit that covered some of my body? But no, according to him, he likes showing off my naked body, and I had to earn the right to wear slutty clothes.

I suppose I should be lucky that my owner lets me wear running shoes, instead of making me wear heels, or some other god-awful footwear.

I turned my attention towards the sidewalk ahead of me.

As we walked past his house, Gabe stopped to chat with the next-door neighbor, who was working on her garden. I stood quietly beside him with my eyes cast down, as they talked about the weather. Slowly, I began to let my mind wander as I wondered what my former friends were doing today. Were they out on dates? Hiking? Enjoying the hot summer weather? I completely forgot where I was for a moment, until a quick tug on the leash brought me back to reality.

"Come, Astrid," Gabe said.

He motioned for me to pass him. I began walking in front of him as he followed behind, holding my leash. I was sure that he enjoyed the view of legs and ass as I walked.

As I walked, I could feel the tension of the leash pulling on my collar. It was hard to match my owner's pace when walking in front of him, but I had learned enough to avoid choking myself.

My body was completely exposed and vulnerable. I could see people on both sides of the street were staring at me, eyeing me up like a prized piece of livestock. I even saw a few people walking past us on the sidewalk glance at me, their eyes lingering on my naked body.

I could feel my anxiety beginning to build. I had hoped that people would just ignore me. Why was everyone looking at me? I struggled to understand. Naked slaves were a common sight across the city. Was I doing something wrong? Was I actually really pretty and attractive? Were they imagining themselves engaging in depraved sexual acts with me? Or could they tell that I was new to being a slave?

Despite the obvious embarrassment and humiliation of my current situation, a weird part of me seemed to actually enjoy the attention. Previously, I hadn't considered myself to be much of an exhibitionist, other than hooking up with my ex-boyfriend a couple times in public, back when we could barely keep our hands off of each other. There was something about the thrill of potentially being caught getting fucked by him that never failed to get me wet. I couldn't deny that I felt a slight spark of arousal, as I walked on the leash in front of him.

I turned my focus back towards my body.

My senses felt heightened, and I was far more aware of my body than I had ever been before. With each step, my pert ass giggled, sending ripples down my legs. At the same time, I was constantly reminded of my breasts as they moved with even the slightest movement. The sensations ranged from sort of fun to an uncomfortable feeling, as my perky breasts bounced up and down with each step. They were hard to ignore and sometimes they were all I could focus on. Luckily for me, they weren't too large, but they also weren't small enough that I could ignore them. Gabe had previously mentioned that one of his friends suggested buying a revealing sports bra meant for slaves, after she had commented on a photo Gabe had posted of me online. Unfortunately, though, he hadn't gotten around to actually buying one yet.

I felt the leash lightly swinging side to side as I tried to match Gabe's walking pace.

There's an old saying among slave owners that sometimes a woman's body decides her place in society for her. This seemed to hold true, despite the fact that enslaved women's bodies could be easily modified to match their owner's desires. Enslaved women with larger natural breasts were far more likely than their flat chested counterparts to end up being used as a milk machine or turned into a dairy cow. A particularly well-endowed classmate of mine had been turned into a hucow after her parents accepted an offer to buy her from the local dairy farm. My breasts thankfully weren't that large. They were fuck-doll sized, and Gabe told me that he preferred their natural size. I was thankful for that.

I'm sure that people enjoyed seeing the movement of my breasts as I walked down the sidewalk.

After about five minutes of walking, we came upon a small intersection with traffic lights. There were a few cars passing by, but it wasn't crazy busy.

As we approached the crosswalk, the pedestrian light suddenly turned red, forcing us to stop and wait. I felt tension on my leash tighten. Without thinking, I immediately pulled my legs together in an attempt to hide my exposed pussy.

Upon noticing my mistake, Gabe said, "Astrid, remember what I've told you. Good girls always keep their legs partially spread when standing in public. I want others to be able to see that beautiful pussy."

Reluctantly, I complied with my owner's demand and spread my legs out. I felt somewhat lucky that he preferred to give me reminders before punishing me. Some owners would not hesitate to punish their slaves for even the slightest mistake.

We stood there, waiting, as the cars drove by. Most of the drivers seemed unfazed. Slaves were common to see in public, so there was nothing overly exciting about me standing there, naked, I guessed. Suddenly, without warning, he reached his hand between my legs and grabbed hold of my pussy. I gasped as he began rubbing it. My breathing began to quicken as I felt a surge of arousal building, despite my very public embarrassment. Unfortunately for me, my sense of embarrassment and shame only seemed to heighten my senses as he rubbed my most intimate area in view of everyone who wanted to see.

I calmly reminded myself that I was his property, and he could do whatever he wanted with me.

On the other side of the crosswalk, a jogger grinned at me as she watched him manhandling my pussy.

I silently hoped the traffic lights would turn red soon, so that we could cross. He continued to play with my pussy, as the woman watched with mild intrigue.

I wondered how long the traffic lights would remain green. Weren't they supposed to last only like a minute or something? The wind of cars passing by caressed my body as Gabe continued teasing my pussy. The light was beginning to feel longer than I would have imagined it would be. Though I didn't have a phone or watch to tell me what time it was, so for all I know it could have been just a few minutes. It was often pretty boring being a slave, and I often found myself desperately hoping for any kind of stimulation. I missed having a phone to pass the time with.

A short period of time later, the traffic light turned yellow and then subsequently red. The crosswalk sign then gave us the go ahead to cross. He pulled his hand away from my crotch and wiped my juices off on my back. We then started walking, with me in front, again. I tried to ignore the sensation of my wet lubrication smeared across my back.

We passed by a couple of people, who made demeaning, sexual comments about me, while Gabe smiled and laughed. I felt a sting of humiliation from their comments, but deep down, I knew that I had to get used to it.

Though, things were not all bad. As embarrassing as it was to be walked naked in public, I was happy to be getting some natural exercise. I liked that Gabe often preferred to physically exercise my body, rather than using the standard electrical stimulation kits, like most owners did. Sometimes, if one was lucky, and their owner liked to work out themselves, slaves could visit a gym or work out at home. When Gabe did use the synthetic workout kit on me, he'd often leave me tied up for hours with a vibrator teasing me just to the edge of orgasm.

Chapter 2: Friendly Neighbors

We had been walking for a good ten minutes or so, when I saw a young couple out for a walk, approaching us. Gabe happily greeted them with a friendly, "Hi Maddie!" as we approached.

"Astrid, this is Maddie and her boyfriend, Alex," Gabe said, as he turned to face me. "We're neighbors."

Maddie's eyes widened with interest, as she examined my naked body from head to toe. Her face then lit up with a smile. "Hi Gabe," she said, excitedly. "We couldn't help but notice... um... your new fuck-toy... I mean slave girl, or whatever you call them. I love her body! She's beautiful... sexy... very sexy!"

I felt my heart racing, as Gabe smiled and glanced over at me. His eyes were gleaming with pride. "Yes, I'm quite happy with her," he said. "She's a lovely girl, very obedient and very fuckable. I've only had her for a couple weeks, but she learns quickly. I've already used her sexy body more times than I can count."

"Why don't you do a quick spin for Maddie," Gabe said, as he held my leash up above my head.

I slowly spun around as they took in my naked form.

I blushed upon seeing the desire in Maddie's blue eyes.

Maddie's boyfriend, Alex, looked at me with an almost carnal interest. "We've been thinking about buying our own sex slave," he said. "Can we just go out and buy one, or do we need to get anything first?"

Gabe shrugged. "Well, there are a couple things you probably want to buy before you get your own slave. Mainly, just maintenance-related stuff like a synthetic workout kit and, of course, your preference of Girl Chow. A good selection of leashes and collars is also a good idea."

He continued, "For maintenance, it's pretty easy, just buy a Girl Washer machine for your laundry room and throw your slave in it one or more times a day."

I shuddered at the thought of the Girl Washer machine. It had taken almost a week to feel like I wasn't going to drown with its unrelenting nozzles and torrents of cold water. I still very much hated being placed in it for a cleaning cycle.

Gabe continued on, "Most slaves like Astrid have enhanced sex drives, helping them remain aroused for most of the day. You might need a few towels or absorbent panties if you're worried about messes or stains. The increased arousal might make them a little brattier if you like edging them, but it also makes them a lot easier to control and train, which is great."

I briefly frowned at the thought of my libido making me 'easier to train'. I wasn't that easy to manipulate, or was I? I didn't want to admit it to myself, but maybe I was that easy to control. As a slave, I was constantly being told that my pussy controls me.

"If you like dolling up your slave's face, one of those makeup printer machines is probably a good idea as well. Makes her face very inviting and only takes a few minutes."

"And if her skills aren't up to your liking, you can always enroll her in one of those slave schools. I've recently been thinking about doing that for Astrid, so that she can properly satisfy any woman I might have over."

I shuddered at the thought of licking the pussy of another woman. I wasn't really a lesbian. I had been thankful that Gabe owned me rather than another woman.

As they continued to chat, I could feel the signs of my arousal starting to leak down my thighs. I figured Gabe wouldn't like me wiping any of it away, so I tried my best to keep a straight face despite feeling like a complete slut.

Eventually, Maddie and her boyfriend said their goodbyes and left us to continue their walk.

As they left, Gabe playfully slapped my ass and said, "Come on, let's start walking again."

Chapter 3: Former Classmates

As we continued on our journey, I was feeling somewhat relieved and hoped that we wouldn't run into anybody else. I had considered myself to be more of an introvert before I was enslaved, and I wasn't very keen on meeting any new people. My relief was short-lived, as we turned the corner, I saw a familiar-looking group of people walking towards us.