Chapter 7: Frustration
Beth started up a buzz on her pole, but Laura sat there with her hands out to one side, trying to look at the control and press buttons without knowing what the buttons did. She finally figured out VibOn meant Vibrator On, and pressed it, and found arrow keys adjacent to the button to turn it up. The resulting buzz was pleasant, but wasn’t going to be enough. She was puzzled by Heat, and tried it, and found that the warming was very pleasant. She didn’t turn that up much. The section of the control labeled Electro scared her a bit, but found that the low intensity electrical stimuli were not painful, and eventually found a setting that helped, getting her wet. However, she could still tell that it wasn’t going to be enough.
Beth was bouncing on her pole, with a loud buzz. She gave out frequent gasps. Laura tried to ask her questions about the control, but Beth was lost in her pleasure. An attendant walked by, finally, as Laura’s frustration began to boil over. The attendant smiled and took pity on her, and took the remote. “First, we’ll move the clit nub into the proper position for your clit. That should help quite a bit.” Laura felt the direct buzzing and the rush of pleasure, and gasped agreement. “We can also try different electrical things. This always works for me.” Suddenly, there was a buzz deep in her vagina, another near the entrance, and one halfway down that really felt good. Laura ground herself into the device. The attendant then pressed one more button, and the feeling at her clit was suddenly much greater. “A little electricity in just the right place.” The attendant studied Laura’s face and shaking and said, “Will that do?”
Laura gasped out “Yes.”
The attendant put the control in Laura’s hand and said, “Next time, stop and get a lesson from the attendant before you start,” and walked off. Just then Beth had a climax and sat still, and turned off her device. Laura was rising rapidly to a climax, and soon had it. She left the device doing its work, though, and reached a second. She then slowly rose from the pole. “Please turn this off for me. I would have liked a bit of help using that thing.”
Beth took the remote, turned off the device, and put the control in a hanger low on the pole. “That was on purpose. Too many women try to turn it on too high at first, and that seems to be the best way to get people to start slow.” She unhooked the leash and led Laura out of the room. As they left, Laura noticed the attendant cleaning the newly vacated poles.
Chapter 8: Armless
As they walked down the corridor, Laura saw a slave coming their way who didn’t seem to have any arms. Laura thought that this meant that the woman was wearing an armbinder that kept her arms tightly together. As the slave passed them, though, Laura saw that she in fact had no arms. Beth saw the look of amazement on Laura’s face, and said, “That’s Sandy. The story is that she was in some kind of accident that got her hands and arms mangled, and her owner just had them remove her arms. She ended up here after her skill with her mouth made her famous in some circles. She’s also quite in demand by men that want absolutely helpless women. She’s the only woman here that doesn’t need her arms bound to enter the bar.
“How can she survive with no arms?”
“It’s not easy. She has a sex staff slave permanently assigned to her, and she gets other slaves to do some things for her when she isn’t around that dedicated servant. She’s usually with a guest, though; she’s in great demand. It makes some of the others around here nervous that management may try to get more like her by cutting off a few arms. If they do that I think they’ll offer a few on the sex staff the chance to go to asset status in return for their arms.”
Chapter 9: Hot Tubbing
Beth led Laura back toward the pool. “Would you like to sit in the hot tub for a while?”
Laura said, “Yes. That would be relaxing after a nice orgasm.”
Beth led Laura to a room with several spas in it. No one else was present. They went to the farthest tub and stepped in, and Beth started the spa. As they relaxed, she said, “You wanted to know about me. It’s safe to talk for now.”
“How did you end up here?”
“As a slave, you mean? Poverty. We were poor, with no prospects. I had no way of going to college. When my parents sold off my older sister when she got to be too big of a pain, I knew my turn was coming. I just wanted to get to a place where I could stand it. I asked around, did some checking, asked a few people with connections, and found this place. Their recruiter showed me the package. I didn’t think he was telling me the truth, but the asset contract said that I couldn’t be snuffed or tortured except for special reasons, that I would get a vacation every year, and a chance to get more education. I had a lawyer at a free law clinic look at the contract, and he thought it would work. I get medical care, a stipend, and a retirement plan. I also get fucked a lot, whipped occasionally, and tied up a great deal of the time. Most of the time my life is quite pleasant.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Three years. I expect to be here for another ten to fifteen. When I get too old to be interesting, they can have me do administration work, or just let me go. It’s a lot better than being a general slave. They don’t have any outs, and there is nothing stopping the owner from doing anything they want.”
“Why do they use asset slaves, then, if they have to pay them and have other obligations?”
“They get better workers that way. Many of the general slaves are judicially enslaved or just plain stupid. I get good ratings for my work, and get treated as well as a slave gets treated in return. They have classes in sucking, fucking, bathing men, pleasing men in other ways, pleasing women, and charm. I took all the classes. I get a nice room, a TV, vcr/dvd, magazines, and the use of the sex staff in my off time. I have to use the gym and stay in shape.”
“They don’t beat you?”
“All staff slaves have to be whipped at least once a year, and unless I get whipped for an infraction or for not pleasing a guest, I get mine on my birthday. So far, I’ve only been whipped on my birthday.”
“You mentioned sex staff. They are separate?”
“Yes. They wear the green collars. Most of them are not assets. They are basically fuck toys. If a guest wants a body in a pillory for any reason, they just grab a green-collar. If a guest wants to whip someone, they just grab a green-collar. If a guest wants a suck, or to fuck, they can use any available staff slave, but there are so many green-collars around that they usually grab one of them. They don’t have as good a life.”
“I hope I don’t have to see any snuffings.”
“There aren’t many here. Management discourages them for slaves brought in. Enslaved wives can’t be snuffed. Sex staff slaves have been snuffed in rare cases, but always away from the guests. Slaves that don’t work out are usually sold.”
Another group entered the room, so they stopped talking about slave life, and discussed activities that Laura might want to try at the resort, and activities that her husband might want to try. Laura was concerned about one thing. “He’s been careful not to let anyone else fuck me enough to enslave me. If he takes off this red tag, I could get enslaved.”
“Not here you can’t. All male guests have to sign an agreement that they will not enslave anyone using sex at the resort as a basis. You can get fucked all day long and not get enslaved here.”
Laura thought that getting fucked all day sounded painful, but somehow alluring. “That’s good to know. It would be fun to pull a train again.”
Suddenly, Beth sat up straight. “My collar buzzed. That means I am to call the desk. It probably means that your husband arrived. Let’s get out, and I’ll make the call.” Shortly after that, Beth was towelling them both off. “Yes, he’s here. I am to deliver you to him in his room. The desk clerk said that he might keep me, too.”
