I was sobbing as Annabelle entered CorrectMe, tears rolling down my face one after the other. With the ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't even verbalize to protest my torture, and the manager and cashier looked on passively as a customer tested a device on me.
"Let's try, hmm, maybe a 7 on the nerve exciter? This one seems to really get to him."
I screamed into my gag in pain and terror as she pushed the button, her own slave looking on alarmedly. The mistress was tall, blonde, maybe 50. Her skin was starting to show wrinkles. The slave was a younger man of around 30. I gathered this from the occasional desperate, begging glance back at them.
"Oh don't give me that look, slave. I've been told you really had this coming."
She pushed the button again and sent me into agony, crying and screaming into the gag. My cock hung half limply. It had been my only source of pleasure, a sparse relief since I had been here. The ring on it had been left on a low, which felt like jerking off very slowly or entering without thrusting.
Annabelle strolled up to the woman who was torturing me. "Would you be so kind, dearie, if I were to uncuff him, and test his pliability now that he is so well broke? You can leave the exciter on his wrist, I may purchase it with him."
I cringed internally at the thought of wearing this accursed new device around my wrist even a minute longer, but resigned myself. They were free, and I was a slave. A slave who would be lucky to be purchased at all.
After a word to the manager, the shackles popped open and I collapsed to the ground, still wearing my gag and the CorrectMe NerveExciter™ shackle that had caused me so much pain. I forced myself up, crawled on all fours to Annabelle, and laid my palms flat on the ground in submission, head touching the floor in front of her. I was still naked, gagged, and crying a little.
"Aww, look, he likes you" the other woman crooned. Annabelle knelt behind me and removed my gag, causing me to gasp. Gazing up at her, I found her even more beautiful than when I had first seen her. She wore a deep red suit today, her porcelain skin perfectly contrasting her jet black hair. I imagined myself as this woman's slave, bringing her meals, licking her pussy, submitting myself to her in every way I could imagine. I felt ashamed but put it out of my mind. This was life now.
She took me in sternly, the keen eye of a woman accustomed to breaking and molding a man into whatever she wanted. She would not be merciful. That was okay, as long as she could get me out of here. I was ready to be what she wanted.
"Licking position, slave" she ordered softly. I was kind of impressed -- none of the handlers remembered the male slave positions, they just told us what they wanted us to do.
I knelt resting on my ankles, knees spread, wrists crossed behind my back, head facing her pussy. I felt completely at her mercy. My cock was starting to get hard from its half awake state. The training was kicking in. I went a little red as she touched me intimately, teasing me with a finger on my mouth, a pinch of my nipple, a few strokes of my cock...
"Please," I begged softly, gazing up at her beautiful eyes, "please buy me. I'll be such a good stud. I'll be hard all the time, I promise, please buy me." I was crying again. "I know you'll be a good mistress, please buy me, please." I feared another burst of pain emanating from my wrist and consuming my body.
She addressed the other woman, ignoring me completely. "I see a few issues here. I understand why he is speaking out of turn, he is begging to be purchased. Presumably that little bit of fun in your hand is persuasive on that front. Yet, when I order a slave to Licking Position, their tongue should be out, no?"
Immediately I stuck out my tongue as far as it could go. I cursed myself for such a basic mistake. Annabelle spoke down to me in regally.
"Oh but there is no fixing that now, slave. Yet I suppose you had the impossible choice of correct position, or begging to be purchased as the whore you are." She pronounced whore like 'hooer'. "I will not be subjecting you to discipline for that today. Understand that this is solely because I am in an excellent mood with this fine weather. In fact, I intend to purchase you, policy or no policy."
I began tearing up again quietly in sheer relief. It was expected that a weak animal such as I, barely good for anything, show such displays of emotion. Of course, most anyone would when subjected to that much pain.
She grinned a little. "I do think he has learned quite a valuable lesson already. I would like to purchase him, how much is his going price?" She directed the question at the store manager.
He paused, confused. "No, no we don't sell slaves here. I have him on loan from Thrallz. When we return him on Monday you can buy him. I don't know how coherent he will be then though." He smirked. I shook with fear, but kept position.
She turned over to me, obviously irritated. "FLOOR."
Instantly upon hearing her command I lay prone, ankles and wrists crossed behind me as if for shackling. I longed for her to cuff me and take me from this place. I told myself over and over that I would be a good slave. I would keep her satisfied at all times.
The blonde lady removed the nerve exciter from my wrist, though I still wore my shock collar. I breathed a sigh of relief but remained in position. She snapped her fingers at her slave and they wandered off into the "merch" section. He looked terrified.
Annabelle brought the manager over to where I lay and gave me a light kick. "He's obviously ready for sale. Be honest, how much for this animal?"
The manager grumbled, complaining about how he would have to arrange things through Thrallz. Annabelle pushed him -- "ARRANGE IT THEN!" - and he went into a staff room to make the call. I was left lying naked, wrists and ankles crossed behind me, in front of the X shaped cross where I had borne so much pain. And in front of her.
She started putting me through my paces, perhaps considering the purchase.
"Present your cock." I stood smoothly but not violently. I was a slave, and any sudden movement could be taken the wrong way. Looking down, I held my hands palm up parallel to my waist, holding up my erect cock with the ends of my fingers.
Most slavers advocated more physical, direct submission from male slaves. Whereas female slaves could get the occasional relief or kind word, that was considered to make male slaves uppity. Put downs were preferred. Annabelle clearly had read the manuals.
"You really are worthless, aren't you? You should be standing with your ankles together for that one."
I cursed myself and put my ankles together. "I'm sorry ma'am."
"Not yet, but you will be. I have already let a big mistake go. Surrender position."
I remembered that one. I spread my legs and put my hands in the air at right angles, parallel to my head, as if someone was pointing a pistol at me. She observed me for a moment casually.
"Whipping position."
I immediately knelt down, arms outstretched with wrists crossed, palms flat on the ground in front of me, ass in the air. I knew what was coming. In some ways, I hoped she would beat me. It was a step towards ownership, and away from here. Deep down, I think I wanted her to exercise her power over me.
Annabelle addressed the cashier.
"You have those lovely new canes in stock, do you not, the kind that a lady could handle with ease, even causing her slave a great deal of pain with little effort?" I shuddered but held position.
The cashier grabbed one from behind the desk. Desperate to be bought, I didn't care.
"Please, I begged. "Please punish me mistress. I'll be such a good slave, you have no idea..."
WHAP!!
The first strike made my backside sting. I started crying again. "and I'll t -- try to remember my p -- posi - "
She smacked me again, causing me to crawl away a little.
WHACK!
"Aaah!! Thank you mistress. Th -- thank you for c- correcti -- Aaah!!"
This one hit the soles of my feet, which were pointed so that she had the option to beat them.
