Ever since congress passed the twenty-eighth amendment legalizing prostitution and other sexual services, there has been a rising and more predominant sub-culture of professional and recreational sexual slavery. Whether men and women would sign away their bodies for love or money, the contract was legally binding and would hold up in any court. A number of BDSM dens arose where like-minded people could gather; dominants would share drinks and stories as their slaves toiled at their loins satisfying them. Some even traded slaves like baseball cards with each other as there were many loopholes in the verbiage of the paperwork between who could own whom.
Mistress Sasha was the head domme of The Snake Pit, one of the most prestigious dens in the city. There were around 30 members, and a rule that you could only bring in two slaves at a time, with a full house every night there were around 100 people at any given time.
The Snake Pit was a lot like any other night club, except there were various BDSM peripherals and accoutrements on the wall and scattered throughout the floor. One area had a dungeon motif, while another had a medical fetish appeal; there were about 8 different sects to choose from. In the very center of the main floor was what was known as the indoctrination throne, a modified gyno-chair where new slaves were strapped in to be marked and prepared for service.
There were a number of subtle unwritten rules in the world of sexual slavery, if a new comer didn't know what they were getting into they could sink deep into 'sub-space' and never come out. Wearing pubic hair is a sign of a domme, and all dommes kept their slaves shaved or waxed. Piercings around the body are also a sign of a slave. And most important of all, if a slave gets a tattoo of their master's name or symbol, they have agreed to a lifetime commitment of servitude, but tattoos cannot be forced, and must be consented upon by the slave outside of the contract.
Usually the best dommes start as slaves, work their way through their contracts and then become dommes by signing slaves of there own, however dommes can return to slavery if they volunteer to do so under another domme, their slaves in turn become property of that domme as well.
Mistress Sasha was doing the rounds, greeting the regulars; she had in tow her number one slave Roxi, who served in somewhat of a personal assistant capacity as well as Sasha's sexual plaything. As she was saying hello to a member the door burst open and a familiar male dominant Chad stumbled in, physically restraining what was obviously a new and reluctant slave, "Can someone please help me with this?!" Chad asked desperately.
His submissive, if you could call her that considering how she was resisting was a tall, tan beauty. Slender and toned, when she bucked and flexed a six pack was apparent; her breasts were on the smaller side but perfectly perky. She had short chestnut brown hair and a beautiful face. Any domme would jump at the chance to put their hands on her, and they did coming to Chad's aid three dommes left their seat to calm the wild girl.
"I just won her the other day, I tried to break her myself but she's too defiant!" Nude except the restraints, four dommes lead her to the indoctrination throne. Even with her hands tied behind her back and shackles on her feet she bucked and jostled so much a fifth man had to come help. She wore a ball gag, but was quite audible with her resistance as they undid her hands and feet and forced her into the chair. Only after she was secured in tightly did she stop fighting. With straps across her ankles, thighs, abdomen, chest, and forehead, as well her arms secured to the arm rests at the side of the table she could not move an inch.
"Honestly Chad," Sasha began to inquire, "where did you get this one?" insinuating that Chad had many times before acquired a slave and gotten in over his head.
Chad explained, "I was playing poker on the Marine base near here, some officer put her contract in the pot, I guess she was some grunt named Marnie who agreed to be his slave in exchange for an honorable discharge, I guess she didn't know what she was getting herself into."
"Well, she's certainly in it now, isn't she?" Sasha said as she encircled the attenuated girl in the chair, when she got between her legs she noticed pubic hair growing. "Oh my, this won't do at all," Sasha said rubbing her hand on the captive girl's vagina feeling the somewhat longer than stubble present. "Roxi, have the 'barber' come out and take care of this, I have to retrieve some things and remind Chad the meaning of the word dominant, come Chad."
"Yes ma'am," Roxi said lowering her head as she spoke to her mistress, "Shall I have her fitted for a chastity belt as well?"
Sasha shook her head, "No no, I have something else in mind for her before we worry about that."
Sasha and Chad walked off into a back room, as a beautiful women dressed in what could only be described as a 'slutty barber' Halloween costume came front and center, laying out her tools on a small table next to the throne as she pulled up a stool between the girl's restrained legs.
First the barber placed a hot towel over Marnie's pussy for a few moments, after removing it; she built up some lather and slathered it on her crotch with a badger hair brush, lifting her delicate hairs. The barber flashed her straight razor to the on looking crowd which had gathered, then to Marnie as a way of saying, "You might want to hold still." With a few skillful swipes in a short time, Marnie was a smooth as marble, a sure indicator of her station in the world of dommes and subs. Sasha and Chad returned just as the barber was massaging a little after shave ointment onto Marnie, whose pussy could help but respond from the attention.
"...500, that's a rock bottom price, please I just want her off my hands." Chad was pleading with Sasha to take Marnie as her slave.
"Honestly Chad, show some backbone. I will break her for you, right here, and then she will be putty in your hands. It's been awhile since I have gotten to shown off for a group this size."
Another addition to the new modern culture with the legalization was a flood of niche market BDSM tools and toys. Some were just fancy rehashing of the old stuff, but if you had the bucks for the newer tech, you could really show a sub who is boss.
Sasha brought a collar to Marnie's neck and was just barely able to slip it on with her restraints and adjust it to the appropriate tightness. The collar was thick and wide made of some kind of leather with metal inlays. There was a small red light in the center of the neck and when Sasha pressed it the light became blue, activating the collar.
"We don't need this anymore." Sasha said undoing Marnie's ball gag and removing it. As soon as it was off Marnie worked her jaw once and then went to unleash a torrent of curse words and threats, but as she moved her lips and tongue no sound was produced. The collar had a special sounds wave manipulator that deactivated the wearer's vocal chords as long as it was worn. "Besides," Sasha went on, "I much prefer these." Sasha dangled in front of Marnie's face an O-ring, it was steel wrapped in red leather with matching red leather straps.
As Sasha brought the 'O' to Marnie's face she closed her mouth with a deviant look in her eye. Sasha just smiled, reached down between her restrained legs; Sasha gave Marnie's freshly shaved pussy a hard slap. Marnie's mouth shot open, as she screamed silently Sasha slipped in the 'O' by the time Marnie could close her mouth her teeth sunk into the leather around the metal as Sasha secured the strap behind her head.
"Now, let's let the fun begin," Sasha addressed the crowd gathered to watch her break this willful slave. She had collected a few devices in a black medical bag she rested on the near by table, first from it she retrieved two small plastic tubes, open at one end, about ¾ inch in diameter and some sort of nozzle at the other, with it a small gun looking device.
"Roxi," Sasha said to her slave, at the sight of those tubes Roxi knew just what to do. Roxi came to Marnie's chest and began to suck on her left nipple, almost like a sloppy French kiss she ran her tongue around it several times before giving the right nipple to the attention. "Good girl," Sasha told her slave stepping past her, "I'll be using a third." She said to her, Roxi again knowing just what to do.
As she lay there immobilized Sasha placed the first tube over her exposed wet nipple, placing the gun looking devices against the nozzle end. At the same time Roxi stationed herself between Marnie's legs and was eating her pussy gently, giving her clit special attention with her tongue. Sasha pulled the trigger as the small motor whirred, sucking the air out of the tube as Marnie's nipple was sucked up into it. Marnie bit into her gag as Sasha sucked up the other nipple as well before gently flicking the two tubes with her fingers, exciting Marnie's nipples in a way she had never felt, all while Roxi ate her out.
Retrieving a third slightly wider tube from her bag, Sasha pushed Roxi's head from Marnie's crotch as if she was a docile feeding dog. As she placed the tube on Marnie's pussy surrounding her clit, Roxi used her hands to part her lips and lift her hood, making her clit more available and a tighter seal. Marnie's body took a noticeable quiver as her clit was sucked up into the tube.
