Dark Erotic Fiction

Robert”s Slave Owner”s Diary: Day 67—Spring Rites

Robert Donner (with Og Beater)

WHO—The whole gang!

WHAT—Robert marries the boss”s daughter and converts her to a person of limited rights

WHERE—Slave Think Tank Annex/Culbert”s Research Group

WHEN—Saturday, March 22, 2008

I didn”t get enough sleep.

“Just suck it up and drive on,” I told myself over my third cup of coffee. I thought about the bad day that Niki and Mandy would have. Upon reflection, a little bit of fatigue was nothing. I laughed - and regretted it. My mild headache was nothing compared to what I was going to dish out. “Time to get cracking.”

It was eight already! The wedding was in two hours. I finished my coffee and went to the conference room. Niki and Mandy were being interviewed in one room. Part of the interview process was providing a urine sample—right there in the middle of the conference room over a portable chemical toilet! I needed a urine sample from Mandy and didn”t want to let her know that it was for conversion. Niki knew that she needed to provide one. Everybody was giving it up for their interviews. I watched as our white slaver snagged both bottles and tested them.

“Oh, there you are,” he handed me an empty bottle. I had to produce a sample too because I was requesting the conversions. We guys are better equipped for that sort of thing—more flexible. I also gave him the documents and the videos with Mandy on them.

Two hours flew by. It was difficult for me to get ready because I was tired. I felt as if I were moving in molasses.

Jillian arrived to witness the wedding. She brought the Claiborne sisters with her. I noticed that the three sisters were wearing no restraints. Jillian was barefoot as well as naked this time. The only clothed woman was Niki.

Soon, I was walking down the aisle with my bride. Mandy was Niki”s naked bridesmaid. Haley was a bit old to be a flower girl—but I have no complaints. Niki and I said our vows. As soon as “you may kiss the bride,” came out, the white slaver came forward and announced that he had valid warrants for the conversion of Amanda Shields and Nichole Kidd to “persons of limited rights” status. Mandy gaped at him—as she was already naked and had unknowingly already given him that urine sample, all she had to do is stand there in shock while the slaver launched into declaring them both slaves. I took Niki”s hand and led her to the whipping post. A moment later, she was secured to it.

“Mandy,” I pointed at the next post, “I want you there. Move.”

As Mandy complied, I grabbed Niki”s wedding dress and pulled. It was her mother”s dress and Niki had modified the seams so that I could undress her without destroying her clothing—I”d pull a thread and the entire seam would open up. In seconds, she was naked. I folded the pieces neatly and placed them in a box for later. Jillian took over from Donna at this point and inserted the anal egg and punishment dildo—and the penis gag.

“Don”t let that fall out or you will regret it,” Jillian hissed. “Anita, bring your shears.”

I locked Mandy to the next whipping post. Mandy was in tears, shaking in fear. I rubbed her shoulders and back.

“Who are the other four?” I asked Donna. She pointed at Erica, Kara and Kayla, and then at - Debra?! The four trotted to the whipping posts and were tightly secured. “Slaves of the think tank, I am starting everyone off equal. You will all have shaved heads until the beginning of May. Do not wear clothing—with the health and safety exceptions, I want you to remain naked until the first day of autumn. That will be September 22nd this year. I will be taking you out naked in public and in small groups.”

Anita had reduced Niki”s locks enough to use electric clippers. Niki was weeping. A woman who loses her locks feels as if her femininity has been taken away. That was part of the reason I had ordered mass shearing. Submission was NOT optional.

“Mandy,” I was close enough but I didn”t lower my voice,” you did something very dangerous. Why did you impersonate a slave? If I had known, I would not have exposed you in public until you were safely converted. I am concerned—and I can”t be mad at you. Not now. I should have checked more carefully. The free citizen called Amanda Shields is no more. Slave Mandy isn”t responsible for what Citizen Amanda did. I need to know, anyway. Why did you pretend to be a slave? Why did you let me force you into slavery? It was almost the same as volunteering. I want to know so that I can keep you safe.”

Mandy was trembling too hard to answer. I glanced at the medical team. They shrugged. I looked at Donna. No answers there. Jillian just grinned at me. I was on my own.

“I waited until you were my slave before asking,” I told Mandy as I stroked her buttocks with my palm. “I thank the free woman for letting me have Slave Mandy. I”ve got time to find out why you let me enslave you. The next few hours are not going to be pleasant. It is necessary that you feel fully enslaved. That knowledge has a painful price.”

“You”ve figured out part of your answer, Master Robert,” Jillian informed me. “Your slaves need to feel that they are truly enslaved. That is one secret for my programs” success. Even my pain slaves know that they are first and foremost slaves.”

It took a while for Anita to finish shaving Niki”s head. Had Anita been the only slave working on making scalps bald, she would have been overwhelmed. The Ms. Perfection Slave Academy had helped—9 slaves were recently at that academy. When Anita had finished Niki”s head shaving, I bucked the penis gag harness to Niki”s head. I handled each punishment implement before settling on the cat o-nine tails Niki had requested to be used on her.

“Slaves do not control things,” I told Niki. “I decide when, where, why, how, and how much you are punished.”

I put my feet in the correct location and delivered a forearm slash with Niki”s cat. Niki stiffened and groaned into her gag. I don”t know how much pain I caused Niki. I know how much it hurt me to get whacked by this very punishment instrument. Niki was not me. I was not Niki.

After a dozen slow strokes, I put the whip around her neck and returned to Mandy. I didn”t inflict pain. Instead, I caressed the helpless woman. I made my rounds to the other four slaves secured to whipping posts.

“I may need to inflict pain on you in the future. You need me to inflict pain on you right now. You also need to know that I care about you.” I was cupping Debra”s small breasts in my hands and lightly rubbing her nipples. She leaked milk. “I require obedience, even when what I command frightens you, causes you pain. Sometimes you will have to delay gratification. You have something to say, Debra?”

“Master, I”m sorry that I didn”t,” Debra dissolved into sobbing, regained control of herself, tried to talk again. “I should have surrendered to you the night you asked me to be your slave. I knew then that I had to. I fought you.”

“I forgive you, Debra,” I leaned against her and moved my hands down her belly, down her thighs, then sought out her nether crease. She was wet. “That Debra Glendale doesn”t exist any more. The real Debra does. You. I will still inflict pain and humiliation on you today. It has nothing to do with you misbehaving. The reason I am going to hurt you is so that you know you have no choices. Debra Glendale was right to fear that powerlessness. You have no future because you have no rights. You have no rights because you lack power. What are you going to do about that, slave?”

“I don”t know, Master,” Debra wept.

“You are going to submit totally,” Jillian told her. “Be enthusiastic. If your master wants to snuff you, thank him for his kindness. Eagerly embrace Death. Master Robert isn”t the type to kill slaves without cause—so submit. He won”t do things to you if they aren”t in your best interest. That is what you are going to do, Deb.”

“What about the Claibornes?” I asked. “What am I to do with them?”

“They are on probation, Master Robert.” The redhead told me. “I want them to take the sex classes with everyone else. My pain slaves won”t take any crap off them. You shouldn”t, either, Master.”

It was hard to tell the three apart. They all had large, firm breasts, brown eyes and bald heads. I managed to tell Erica from the rest, but Kara and Kayla? I”d learn. Soon.

“In a few weeks I want you to tell me what happened at Ms. Perfection,” I told Erica. “You”ll tell me after I”ve gained your trust. Until then, focus on your lessons.

“Jillian, most of what humans think and feel takes place below the level of awareness. How do I get around that obstacle?” Once I had asked a question, I had to wait for the other person to answer. It is worse when they ask me a question and I blurt out the answer before they finish their question. I”m often wrong because I jumped in without all the information. It is worse when I”m right because I spook people.

“It”s simple when you think about it, Master Robert. I”ve already told you the answer.”

I thought back to my conversations with Jillian. I relived them all in a few seconds. There! Want the date and time? I re-lived the face-to-face conversation with Jillian: “We take care to get all our trainees into the submissive slave mind set. That is hard to do for some without breaking them, so we have to assess things carefully at the beginning and adjust our methods individually. We also subject all trainees to a certain amount of physical punishment. Even if that isn’t one of your interests, we find that all non-SINO slaves eventually come to require it or get it in some form, and we need to teach them that it can happen to them and how to deal with it.” After I returned to the present, I nodded my understanding.

“Thank you, Jillian.”

“You realize that you will have to demonstrate your concern for them physically?”

“I do. I”ll need some supervision because I”m new at this,” I selected a thin, whippy rod made from some sort of plastic. It was about two feet long and lacked a handle, which kept it from being used with too much force. I held it up and Jillian shook her head. I selected the next size, which was thicker and longer. Jillian nodded. Without preamble, I gave each slave three slashes across the backs of their thighs—all six slaves. I used only wrist action after lining up for a perfect strike. I began with Debra, next the Claibornes, Mandy and last was Niki. They all yelped in surprise—those strokes weren”t forceful, but they were painful. After three stripes, I kissed the back of their necks and moved to the next woman. “You without the gags, I commend you. Nobody is whining.”

“Master is doing fine. Normally we don”t train masters and slaves at the same time. It upsets the slaves to find out that Master isn”t all knowing and all wise.” Jillian commented as she approached me. “My turn, Master Robert. Just like you gave the other slaves, please. Please demonstrate your concern for me on my body, Master Robert.”

I hope that I didn”t hesitate long. I was being trained, too. I gave Jillian the same three stripes and the neck kiss. Jillian was a pleasant armful. What was that about sexual harassment will be graded? Never mind—it was a stupid joke anyway. Jillian soon left.

I kept Niki and the others attached to the whipping posts for six hours. Philip and Morris continually checked them for medical problems. Donna”s pain slave team kept changing the positions of the six on the whipping posts-and their toys. Niki eventually was whipped 80 strokes with six different implements. The others got no more than 20 strokes each. Watch the video. I was worn out at the end of the session. I had to leave others to disconnect the punished slaves and clean them up. I don”t remember going to bed that night.

I woke up on Sunday morning between Jeanie Knapp and pain slave Jolin. They hopped out of bed immediately and fed me breakfast. I finished up this diary entry, did a spell check, decided against having one of the CRG slaves check this because they were all busy. Some are finishing their interviews—Niki is sore today. The other five whipped slaves are moving stiffly. They were being re-interviewed at the same time.

But that”s another story.