Origin of a Happy Slave

The men dragged me along the forest. My bare feet quickly got muddy, and I kept stepping on prickles and leaves.

"Ow. Ow," I said.

"You're a talkative one, aren't you?" said Petyr.

"Where am I?"

"She's dazed and confused," said another man conversationally. He swatted me hard on the ass. It hurt! "Silence, slave!"

I yelped and stopped talking. The humiliation burned as much as the physical pain, but... I liked it! I couldn't understand this. This should be a nightmare. It was! I had no idea where I was. I seemed to have been transported to some medieval world, or time travelled, or something, and the first thing that happened was that I'd been stripped naked and tied up by a bunch of very strong men. I was starting to get cold and my feet were hurting. I was starting to shiver from the wind. They had explicitly told me I was a slave.

And yet somehow, this felt like a positive. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Even the thought of no more clothes was cheering me up. Hmm. Not having to pick out what clothes to wear, that felt good. No, no! I had to think of a way out. I looked back towards where I had came. It was dark back there, with no torchlight.

"Hey! Focus, slave." I got another whack on the bottom.

"You know, I can't help but notice, she's not referring to us by our proper title," said another of them.

"You're right. It's time to punish you, slave!"

"Well I don't -

hrk!

" I choked again as they pulled me off the path. They dragged me to a tree. One tied a rope to the rope around my wrists, then tossed the rope over a tree branch. They pulled, wrenching my arms up over my head. One of them pulled out a wooden paddle.

"

This

is what we do to disobedient slaves!"

WHACK! Oh my god! The pain so enormous that I gasped. Jesus Christ, what was happening? WHACK! It happened again! My ass burned. I started to cry. I felt staggering humiliation! I was being beaten! WHACK! I felt so naked! I felt so vulnerable! I had no control over what was happening! WHACK! I sobbed. I sobbed openly. WHACK!

Why did this feel so good?!

Why was this spanking so comfortable?! What was

wrong

with me? WHACK!

Tears flowed down my face. They stopped. The guy spanking me came around to my front.

"Now, slave. Do you understand why I spanked you?" When I did answer quickly, he spoke louder: "Do you?!"

"Yes." My ass was throbbing.

"Why did I spank you?"

"I didn't call you what I'm supposed to call you." I felt so small.

"What are you supposed to call me?"

"I don't know!"

He walked around and smacked my ass again. WHACK! I cried out. "You call me Sir, slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, Sir!" he yelled, spanking me again. I jumped on the spot, as if that would relieve the pain in my ass. "Now, we shall move again."

The guy holding the rope let go as the spanking guy untied it from my restraints. Spanking guy - Sir - took my leash and pulled me back to the road, and we continued on the path.

My mind was going in circles. My ass was so sore - but again, it felt right. Submission. That's what I was feeling. That's what felt so right! I was submitting to a greater will. I was letting go of my control. And that was a

relief

to me.

No more tax forms. No more spreadsheets. No more having to make so many fucking

decisions

every day. I was a naked body now, nothing more. As I trudged through that cold forest, unable to even separate my hands, forced to move wherever they dragged me, I realised: life was now simple. I do what they tell me. They spank me, I stop doing what I'm doing. I could be nothing but muscle memory.

I felt good.

We came to a large wooden wall with a gate. There were two guards perched on the top.

"Hail!" said Petyr. "We've got a runaway here!"

"Better bring 'er in!" The gate swung open and I was pulled in. I was in awe. There were quite a few cages filled with naked slaves. Most of them were asleep and all of them were dirty and ragged and, to my eye, quite beautiful. This place filled me with a sense of peace. Some guards were around, wandering about, keeping an eye on things. I felt glad to see their dominating presence.

I was dragged over to a cage. Petyr unlocked it, and it made a sharp sound as it swung open. I was pushed in, not even untied. I sat down amongst the other slaves. Their dirty flesh felt so good against my own. I looked about the cage. No more worrying about where my next meal was coming from, no more having to think about work, no more thoughts about where I was going to end up when I was old. I closed my eyes and smiled as I fell asleep.

I was later sold and resold many times over. Sometimes wherever I was enslaved was invaded by other slavers, and I'd end up a slave alongside my former master. It was a long hard road to learn how to be a good slave; the etiquette, as it were, took many spanks and whippings to learn. But it was a happy life, and my miserable experience as a 21

st

century office drone slowly faded away. I was a slave who had dreamed she was a free woman and hated it, and now the nightmare was over, and I could be who I really was. A naked, submissive slave.