English is not my first language.
This story is part 4 of a series, but includes a small summary of what happened before.
It is a fiction where some characters are forced, which should never happen in reality.
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Part 4 - Slave trainee
Time passed slowly in that white cell. Since I wore the chastity belt, my hands were free, a significant advantage. Psychologically, however, the chastity belt was a step closer to slavery.
I am Eric, a police officer on a mission. Several girls have gone missing between cities, and I took an X-change X-tra strength pill, a pill that turned me into a woman for a month. The first few days were used to prepare myself, especially buying clothes. Then I hitchhiked between these cities, enduring the remarks of men. Finally, it was while helping an old woman that I was abducted. I woke up in a cell where I was humiliated in a way, I never thought possible.
Urinating squatting on the bung was an ordeal, especially with the rigid belt. One worry in this cell is that I have no sense of time. A window would allow me to try to follow the sun's path. Here nothing. All I had left was my stomach, which was crying out for food.
The door opened. The man entered and watched me kneel down. He nodded, put a bowl on the floor and left. It looked like porridge. Without a plate, I didn't know how to eat it. On the other hand, it must have been the noon of the day after my abduction. So, I had 22 days left before I could change back. The only solution to eat was to suck in the bowl like a dog, finally the humiliations were not over. I was anxious to be rescued, but a little afraid to be discovered in this state.
"I'm coming to get the bowl back," the woman said. At the sound of the door, I knelt down.
"Not all masters have the same demands, here we ask for my thighs to be spread wide apart," she began, tapping my inner thighs with a riding crop. "Straight back" she added, following my spine. "Hands on open thighs, yes well. And head down," she finished, prodding my head with her riding crop. "Finally, when a master or mistress takes the trouble to explain a position, we thank them.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said, trembling with fear that she would use that whip or crop.
"That's good," she said. I wondered if she knew I was Helen. I held up a hand.
"Do you want to talk?"
"Yes, Mistress, I..." I began.
"Stop. Slaves don't have to speak unless it's to answer a question," she cut me off. Frustrated, I rested my hand on my thigh. Tears filled my eyes.
"What did you want to know?"
"I... how is it going, I'm going to be here a long time, I mean, I don't even know what day it is."
"You'll stay here up to when you're ready to be a slave. You are docile, that's good, but it's not enough. This question shows it. Your head is up too" I lowered my head.
"Sorry Mistress"
"There is no forgiveness or apology for slaves. Just punishment. If you disobey, you will be punished, and then it is forgotten, you have paid your debt." Was I to be punished for raising my head?
"Punished how, Mistress?"
"It depends on your fault, it can be a chastity belt when you masturbate without permission" she began as she ran her riding crop over the front of my belt, without it she would have fondled my pussy. But it can be a spanking, the riding crop, or the whip..." she said as she tapped her crop in her hand.
"Do you have any more questions, or shall we stay at 2?" she said, I took the hint.
"No, Mistress, thank you mistress" that's enough I thought.
Then she left with the bowl. I tightened my thighs and grunted in frustration because I felt nothing. I understood that I had better be a very obedient slave. I was probably expecting a spanking too, or worse. I was afraid, but I was also excited.
Not knowing what to do, I decided to do what I had been told: practice standing, kneeling, or lying down with my hands behind my back. Not necessarily easy, but it kept me busy.
