Dark Erotic Fiction

Robert”s Slave Owner”s Diary: Day 74—REASON IS OVER-RATED

Robert Donner (with Og Beater)

WHO—Debra, Sandy, Niki, Mandy, Jeanie, Jillian, Jolin, Fawn, Donna and Hope

WHAT—Niki and Mandy reveal the secrets behind the Slave Think Tank Annex to Robert (and to Jillian)

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

WHEN—Saturday, March 29, 2008

Working with gifted people can be frustrating. Many “ordinary people” are intimidated by the gifted—jealous, even. Just because someone has talent doesn”t make him a star basketball player. Basketball is a team sport, not an individual event. Besides, there is more to basketball than merely shooting hoops. The same things inhibited Jeanie Knapp, a potential star player with the Culbert”s Research Group”s Slave Think Tank Annex. Jeanie scored 160 on the Stanford-Binet intelligence test (average of three scores: 157, 160, and 163). At the end of the third test, Jeanie demonstrated a near-photographic recall of the test. Not bad for a woman who has been whipped recently, who has had her head shaved for almost a month and who has been kept naked since her conversion! Jeanie had collapsed in despair while on the suck trainer—a device that was used to instruct slaves in oral sex techniques. Her problem wasn”t willingness; Jeanie”s problems were lack of self confidence, being placed in a confusion state by a situation that works just fine with ordinary women and being unable to let go and do one thing at a time while ignoring everything else. The latter problem rose because Jeanie was trying to split her attention between the suck trainer”s display, Pain Slave Donna”s instructions and the shock dildo embedded in Jeanie”s cunt. Jeanie was willing—very willing. She was also totally submissive—submissive to the point that Jeanie took the shock dildo without any distractions and requested the incremental shocks up to the maximum level Jillian allowed in training. Jillian cheated and slipped in a few pleasure jolts—which only confused Jeanie at first.

“You are doing fine,” Jillian told her. “I thought you deserved a bit of pleasure. Just relax and let me run you through the pleasure settings.”

Jillian did though some punishment shocks into the pleasure mix. She likes to keep her trainees from going stale. Jeanie didn”t notice-expectation often trumps experience. Jeanie was expecting pleasure and experienced the punishment shocks as intense pleasure. Jillian later confided in me that Jeanie may not be hard-wired to code.

“You”ve got something special there, Master Robert. I see why you went through extra effort with Jeanie.”

“Thank Anita. She recognized talent when she saw Jeanie.”

Anita told me that Jeanie looked like a lost puppy and that Anita acted out of compassion—it was sheer luck that Jeanie was a genius. Speaking of my first slaves, I was running into the “so many women/so little time” problem. I didn”t think that I was paying enough attention to them all. On the other hand, I didn”t want to exhaust myself—I couldn”t pay attention to everyone all of the time. I brought this up to Jillian and asked her advice—yes, Jillian is a slave. Get over it! I was working with a think tank staffed by slaves—very smart women.

“Very simple, Master Robert,” Jillian told me. “You bestow your favors as a reward. There are other men here, too. The women have each other. Finally, you can permit or require them to have sex with outsiders, both men and women. They are slaves. It is the primary lesson I”m driving home in them. Master Robert, you do have good slaves. They all accept being enslaved. Most do not want to be free anymore. A few do—I”ve noted them in your file. The main thing you wanted was superior sexual performance, correct?”

“That”s right, Jillian. I wanted the slaves” oral and anal sex to be so good that the exclusively-gay men could enjoy the women.”

“Master Robert, I”d like you to consider something,” Jillian eyed me warily. “Don”t answer now. Take your time. What I”d like you to consider is being trained in gay sex.”

I managed to keep myself from reacting.

“You have a training outline?” I asked. “A syllabus?”

“Yes. I”ll work it around your schedule. Most of the training will be conducted by my pain slaves. You won”t have to have much contact with men. This training is only for learning skills.”

“One of the CRG projects is revamping sex education,” I had to force myself to focus on Jillian”s eyes. “If I seem angry, I apologize. I”m just upset. Gender identity is very much a foundation for personality in our society. People are crazy when it comes to sex because they are protecting their self-image.”

“They are also protecting the mask,” Jillian smiled. “Master Robert, I wouldn”t force this on you even if I could.”

“If you could, “Mistress Jillian,” it would be because I was a slave and you were either my owner or working for my owner,” I spoke deliberately mechanically in an effort to keep from screaming. Oh, yeah–I was protecting my ego! “Possibly neither of us would have a choice in the matter. I understand that students have to pass sex tests—performance tests—in order to graduate now.”

“That”s not correct, Master Robert. Yes, the Educators, Academics and Teachers Society is pushing for mandatory performance-based sex education at the secondary school level. Right now, a limited pre-enrollment sex hygiene course is required for freshmen in colleges and universities. Women attending vocational, business and technical schools are also required to pass a state-mandated course. It mostly covers the White Slave Act of 2000,” Jillian grinned. “There is a mandatory physical and most schools mandate either marriage, enslavement or birth control for females. The birth control requirements are sometimes linked to a discipline code that makes getting pregnant a convertible offense unless the woman is married. It”s something new and the cases haven”t been tested in court—not yet. These contracts are not state law. They”re something some schools are doing using contract law and their status as minor jurisdictions.”

“My ignorance is showing,” I glanced at the three pain slaves as they entered my office. They waited quietly for an invitation to join in the conversation. “Donna, Fawn, Jolin, what have you got for me?”

“Master, Jeanie has turned around,” Fawn announced. “That tit sucking worked. We”ll have to try it.”

“There may be a problem with some slaves,” I gestured at Jillian. “I was just talking with Jillian about it. I force my slaves to have sex with both men and women.”

“No duh!” Donna clapped her hand to her mouth and immediately went to her knees. “Master Robert, this slave apologizes for her impertinence and begs that master punish her appropriately.”

My mind went “huh?” My mouth said, “You are forgiven.”

“Master,” Jillian gently reminded me, “you need to practice inflicting punishment.”

I sighed. “Very well. Donna, what is a fair compensation for your crime?”

“Twenty lashes with the quirt, Master. Three on each tit. Four across my stomach.” Donna was squirming with excitement. “A couple on my cunt. Then stripe my thighs with the rest from knee to butt.”

I met Jillian”s gaze.

“Yes, I know, my technique is mechanical,” I admitted. “Jillian, do you have time? I”m going to do a “just because” whipping on every slave. I seek your permission to do the same to your pain slaves—they”re yours, not mine.”

“You don”t need permission, Master Robert, but it was nice of you to ask. I need to be back at the studio for a show. Master, I cannot refuse, but I need to appear unblemished for the show.”

“That”s why I prefer electro-torture,” I rubbed my hands together. “Painful, immediate, yet very limited physical damage. I”ll do water-boarding, too—with medical supervision. That tank treatment—you say that you want to put the three sisters back in the tank?”

“They really are good girls, Master,” Jillian almost growled, “but I”m tempted to drown them in the tank. They are smart assed bitches—not quite Donna”s level, but give them time. You know that they will do anything for you, Master. I was afraid at first - most masters merely use slaves. You actually love them. You don”t have any real problems here. You could if you don”t maintain a firm hand. Right now, you have a good mix of punishment and reward. In another week, the sex training program will be finished. Many masters will slack off on the discipline and ruin good slaves. That”s the main reason I recommend refresher training.”

“It seems to me,” I was grinning, “that refresher training is a cash cow. No matter—CRG will be acquiring more slaves in the future. I”d rather have your studio train the new slaves than ship the girls off to a slave factory. We humans bond under shared stress. It is a basic survival mechanism. I”m the one who needs refresher training. As long as I maintain standards, the slaves should be okay. If they aren”t it is because I have failed to be a good master.”

“Master Robert is wise,” Jillian bowed. “Most masters think that they know all of the answers.”

I laughed. “I don”t even know most of the questions. That is the secret of good research—asking the right questions. Slave schools typically break a woman”s spirit. Sometimes the product is little more than a zombie. This is a think tank. Getting a woman to adapt to being enslaved without ruining her inquisitive nature is quite a trick—and we need that if the slave think tank idea is to work. There are few benefits to being a slave. One of them is promiscuity. Slaves are already regarded as sub-human—so having sex for fun is expected. Nobody will think less of a promiscuous slave. I rather like the naked female form. Slaves aren”t subject to the indecent exposure laws.”

“Beg pardon, master, but you haven”t made your slaves go out in public much.”

“That”s because the weather is too cold, Fawn. Oh, I”ll make them go out in bad weather—but for a short time only. I”ve rented a theater and we”re having dinner at a restaurant to celebrate graduation. I told you that you and a date are invited. For you pain slaves, clothing is optional. I am forbidding the CRG slaves any clothing until the end of summer because I like them naked.”

“You make exceptions for health and safety, Master Robert.”

“Yes I do, Jolin. In fact, if I send a slave someplace alone I may have to order her to wear clothes. I”ve gotten dispensation to run the slaves naked at the main CRG office as long as I don”t overdo things. Constantly running hot and cold slaves through the main office is a no-no. Oklahoma is still in the Bible Belt. Many people equate naked with sex.” I stopped, my face and ears hot. “In this case, it”s a valid connection.”

At that moment Mandy showed up. Saved by the belle-even if Mandy was a bit bald at the moment.

“Mandy, we need to talk. I do not intend to inflict any punishment for the subject under discussion. It happened prior to you becoming a slave. You spent a week being treated as a slave while a free woman. I inadvertently took you out in public naked. I exposed you to judicial enslavement—or worse. I should have been more careful—but what were you trying to accomplish? When I found out I had been putting you in danger, it scared me.”

Slave Mandy, the former Amanda Shields, stared at me for a long moment. I just watched her. Mandy began slowly at first, feeling her way along. I could tell—she didn”t trust me. Why should she? Bit by bit I drew her out. Oh, I guess I could have just hooked her up to a suspension harness, wired her for electrical shocks and subjected her to drowning—but she”d tell me anything to stop the pain. “Anything” might not include truth.

“I just had to!” Mandy finally exclaimed. “You can”t understand!”

Another data point for the theory that men and women are co-dependant species rather than the same species! I held Mandy while she sobbed her heart out.

“I guess I”m going to have to whip you, Mandy,” I said softly. She gave me the Jeanie “lost puppy” expression. “You hurt so much inside that I need to apply pain to the outside.”

“Yes,” Mandy smiled faintly. “You are wise, Master. I do hurt inside.”

“I need to find out what made you risk yourself. I wasn”t careful enough with you, Mandy. I”m worried that I could have lost you. What happened?”

“I don”t know.” Fair enough. Psychologists finally admit that most of the human experience takes place below the level of consciousness. I”ve heard figures as high as 95%–but the consensus seems to be 80%. I was musing on this and almost missed Mandy”s next words. “It was something I had to do. I couldn”t just give myself to you. You had to take me. You have to MAKE me. Oh, this is so difficult!”

For the record, Mandy”s IQ averaged 147 on three Stanford-Binet tests. Men, don”t snicker at Mandy”s “urges.” We men have our own. Mandy was another genius and the slave think tank was fortunate to have her.

I was glad to have her.

“So, I could say that I had to prove my worth by conquering you?”

“I wish you wouldn”t put it that way, Master,” Mandy stared at the table top just in front of her. I slipped over behind her and began kneading her shoulders. “I like to pretend that I have free will. Master, I”m happy as a slave. I knew that I had to become your slave, but I couldn”t just volunteer. You had to make me your slave.”

No, I don”t understand. Perhaps people will in the future. One of our functions at the CRG slave think tank annex is gathering data on the social aspects of the White Slave Act. I told Mandy to stand, got in her chair, and then had her drape herself across my lap. I spanked her slowly, gradually pinking her butt. Mandy sniffed a little.

“My turn,” Jillian moved Mandy aside. “I have just 15 minutes, Master Robert—I have a show to host.”

“Shouldn”t we be getting this on video?”

“We are, Master,” Jillian smirked. “We have this place wired. I itch, Master. Smack my ass.”

It didn”t seem any different to me, Jillian”s spanking. Jillian had rubber legs when she stood up. Her face was shiny, her eye-lids were half-closed, her lips parted as Jillian stumbled to the bathroom for a quick shower. I caught her when her knees buckled.

“What”s wrong?” I asked.

Jillian regarded me for a long moment.

“You really don”t know, do you?” I shook my head. “Master Robert, I need to bathe. Please help me, Master. I will try to explain.”

Jillian secretly enjoyed severe bondage and discipline. No, discipline is the wrong word—Jillian liked being tortured. All I was doing was slapping and rubbing Jillian”s butt, with occasional fingering of her nether creases. Jillian”s cunt leaked. In the shower I bathed her—and she nipped me with her teeth! Donna sent Fawn to drive Jillian to her studio. I was left to ponder the day”s events.

Jillian did tell me that I had gotten the whipping thing right. There were two reasons to whip—corrective punishment and pleasure. Often, the pleasure was all for the master/mistress. If the slave had any pleasure, she had better hide it or else! If I got the whipping thing right, it was an accident.

Niki and I were alone for a chat. Niki had agreed to let me marry her and then convert her using husband enslavement. That allowed all of her property to transfer to me without losing most of it to taxes. Years ago I had decided that my wife would have to be a slave.

“Yes, that makes sense,” Niki said after I told her about my conversation with Mandy. “It doesn”t make any sense, I know, but it feels right. The other girls and I decided that you were going to fore us into slavery.”

Niki laughed at my expression.

“Sorry, Master.” Niki wiped tears from her eyes. “You just—”she hiccupped and wiped more tears from her eyes. “Okay. It is a girl thing. We want our man to take care of us. You had to take us before you could take care of us. I never had any doubt that you would be a kind master, that you would do what I needed.”

“Why is that?”

“You always treated me with respect. At first, I thought you were just a wimp. That was back when I thought that strong and brutal were the same thing. I watched how you treated Sandy, Debra and Anita. I checked up on you when I borrowed Anita and loaned you my little sister. You still treat me with respect even when you whip and fuck me. I”d bet my life that you”d snuff me with dignity and respect.”

Niki laughed at me again when my brows knitted in confusion. I am NOT a reluctant slave owner. I had carefully considered the slavery option while Congress debated the White Slave Act. My choice was to build a harem of slave wives—it was legal to do so. The reason for slowly building my new family—the best money could buy—was to avoid losing what I had. At the moment I had more women than I could handle. Now my slave was laughing at me.

“Are you going to let her get away with that?” Donna came in leading four of my other slaves: Debra, Sandy, Mandy and Jeanie.

“Yes,” I flashed a grin. “She”s teaching me something. I wanted to know what possessed nine very intelligent women to enter slavery.”

“Master,” Mandy fell to her knees, “the goal of the slaver cabal is 36% of all females enslaved at the end of this decade. That”s about half of the adult female population and about a quarter of the entire population. It”s estimated that in 2010 the females will be 62% of the population and males will be 38%. Don”t forget that with one in five males exclusively gay, so nearly 8% of the total population will be exclusively gay. Daddy is a member of the Committee for Universal Enslavement.”

“He is? Brian told me that he didn”t want you enslaved.”

“He didn”t. I just gravitated to you. I was the moth and you were the flame. I don”t want to change, Master. I”m where I belong.”

“There is something else, Master,” Niki put in her two cents worth. “My father and uncle were going to staff this place with slaves. I was originally going to be in charge as a free woman. Master, the Committee for Universal Enslavement has a goal of 70% female enslavement by the year 2025. It could reach 90% if Congress mandates a uniform age of consent—a lower age of consent. Only a few women would remain free. This institution is one of several think tanks that will produce the raw data for Congressional decisions.”

“Master,” Donna said, “I have a favor to ask.”

“Donna, I see the difference you and your crew has made,” I looked around at the other five slaves. “You want a favor? What is the favor? And don”t you have a date tonight?”

“I do, Master. May I borrow your slaves? I need these five and we”ll be back before midnight.”

It didn”t take long to make a decision.

“Who is the designated driver?”

“Jolin.”

“Have fun. Be back by midnight.”

The house seemed empty for a moment. Only a moment. Hope padded into the office on bare feet. She knelt naked by my side as I worked.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Lean your head against my leg. I”m almost done here.”

Mandy said that 90% of the women could be enslaved in17 years? That would be nearly 60% of the population! It is hard to focus on future worries with a warm, willing female body beside me. I logged off my computer after filing the daily reports and bade Hope to follow me. A quick shower, and we cuddled in bed together. I guess I was tired. I fell asleep almost immediately. There was no rush—we could make love in the morning.