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We sat for roughly 15 minutes while we waited for a few other people to enter and soon enough, the monorail accelerated quickly until the next station while Paul was talking to Alexandra about her tractor.
I was left standing in the rising sun for what seemed an eternity, until I heard behind me a cart being brought in my direction. Harry appeared in front of me, and tied me to the cart, once again on the left.
When I woke up, I was still spooning Tiffany, but Cassiopeia had taken Penelope’s place in the bed. I guess I didn’t hear either of them moving in the house.
I slept well enough to feel disoriented on my awakening. After only a few looks around, I remembered why I had a metal bar in my mouth, why I had a butt plug in my rectum, and why my hands and feet were restrained.
When he stood up, I grabbed him with one arm and untied my bathrobe with the other. Being in the state of unbalance, he fell on the bed, lying on his back. I stood up, let the bathrobe fall of the floor, and threw myself naked at him.
“Let’s assume that everything you said it true. I am indeed in the future and there are 4 other copies of me. Can I meet them ? Can they confirm you are not a raving maniac ? ”
The afternoon and the evening had been perfect in everyway. Being “used” sexually by Richard before supper felt amazingly great and the supper itself had been surprisingly been exciting, especially since both Candy and I still had tomato sauce dried on our nude body.
The next morning, Patrick decided to punish Emily some more by forcing her to stop playing her fantasy during the day.
Kylie was getting on my nerves and I seriously wanted to break her things in the apartment.
Sure, perhaps she was right, perhaps there were bad people in the Sacred Order Society. But this didn’t mean that it was wrong from the ground up.
From the outside, the little houses looked desperately tiny. At first, I had imagined a couple living in each of the metal containers and found them terribly inadequate.
Master Harry returned with a few objects in his hands, which he one by one, set either on the floor, or on one of the rings.
Jeff opened the door. I was so happy to see him.
He untied me from the table. After countless days, I was free from the mistress.
I now had been officially initiated into the secret art of lesbian love-making but I still didn’t feel completely aware of what it was involving.
City Hall was just another one of the big anonymous buildings placed at the end of the streets.
It wasn’t even labelled or decorated. No flags or flowers announced it.
Without any additional word, my leash was pulled, and I was brought inside the mansion. Lighting was dim, and my peripheral vision prevented me from seeing much of it. About 20 steps of the left in a small office, I recognized my handler from the limo, currently giving a report on my performances to a large man sitting behind the only desk.
Jasmine had opened a door in my sexuality I wasn’t about to close. She had kissed me while I was having sex with her husband and she made me realize that I had been missing out on roughly half of the human population.
I was still cuddling Stephanie when my cell phone rang. Both of us were still naked on her bed and Tim was still kneeling by the bed, equally undressed.
After a few minutes of prancing in the field, we reached the proximity of a small paved road I could barely see on my right. I felt a pull on my jaw, to the right, making me panic. I knew how to pull, but not how to turn!
Over the next following days, routine slowly settled in. I had started watching the movies. The video games, however, were quite old.
I wasn’t always very open sexually speaking. I wasn’t particularly inhibited but I wasn’t always as outspoken as I am today.
I was still completely high from the sealing ceremony. It was exciting and I could clearly see that my place was in the sacred source society.
One of the older women stepped forward from the crowd.
“Why are you wearing clothes ? Are you trying to insult our customs and laws ? Even if you are a just visitor, you need to follow the rules”
The way I was sitting in the limousine prevented me from seeing my master, and he chose to remain silent. I spent some time looking at the empty seat ahead of me in the Limo, dozing off and losing all sense of time and direction. Every time the car turned, stopped or accelerated I could hear the bells on my nipples ringing briefly, exciting me some more.
I feltĀ asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but I clearly knew how I was woken up:
I was hit strongly on the side by a cane, leaving a long red mark.
I stopped caring. I almost stopped feeding myself. If I had still been in economic class, I would have most likely starved to death without anyone noticing, but in First Class, Paulio made sure I ate enough each day, going so far as dragging me naked from the pool so I would eat.
The flight was the most intense hours of my human life: I was about to become, hopefully, permanently silenced and my plan was making me really nervous.
All the work made me hungry, and according to my master’s clock, it was noon: I felt tired, probably because I lacked energy.
So, I am not really bisexual. I prefer men above women most of the time. Well, I also prefer Pedro above most men, but that’s another discussion.
Sylvana had opened up a hole in her barrier by kissing both of Linda and I.
To encourage her to open up some more, as soon as she returned to kiss me, I lead her by the hand back on the bed where we laid down.
I always loved being a pony girl for a long period of time.
It let me express my more animalistic desires and helps me be even more submissive.
Lindsey had barely recovered from her triple play when she learned she already had a new customer.
She had rested a little in the client’s bath after he was gone but she still felt a little overwhelmed by the few hours she had spent in his company.
After my bath, I put on the evening dress I had bought for Patrick, making sure not to put any underwear.
Not too long after Jeff left, I heard another set of footsteps. A man was grumbling “Oh, what are you up to this year”. I heard the lock open. The cover was lifted, I jumped on my feet and French kissed the old man, presumably my master. I thought that he would like the idea.
I was falling asleep in my masters’ bed when still naked Patrick came back with a big box.
Emily sat up on the bed, resting her back on the headboard of their bed. She looked nervous, so I sat up next to her and pressed once more my body next to hers.
It didn’t take long before the scene was reset. The bed sheets were removed and fresh ones were put in place.
The taxi ride home wasn’t as expensive as I thought, and as soon as I was home, I installed myself on the sofa with plenty of ice to reduce the inflammation.
Supper was pleasant and both Patrick and Emily had made nice chit-chat with me as if I was truly a member of the family.
I thought back about the campus map. The computer engineering classes were divided in two main areas. There was the main science campus which housed the general software and hardware development classes and there was the smaller Faulkner building which was used solely for more specialised programs, like mine.
In the transition room, I signed the official slave contract as a Class S slave, defining me as property and stripping me of all rights except those in the contract. The contract is standard. I got confirmation of money transfer, and like all class S slave, was required to take a 2 years Prevar injection. I had already received a small dose in the past, but this one disoriented me a little.
And so, I was now property, Chattel, a sex object.
I should have gotten used to it by now, but how can you ? You grow up raised to be independent, to build your own personality and then, suddenly, they teach you that you will be a slave for two years.