Tamara

Her name was Tamara. She was born of slaves who were born of slaves, who were born of... for six generations. To say she was bred to slavery is an understatement. She was also bred for intelligence, beauty, and compliance.

On her second birthday, Tamara received her first status increase. She was now a viable slave. The second increase would take several years.

Between her twelfth and thirteenth birthday, Tamara had her first period. The event of her menarche was commemorated by a party, the first in which Tamara was allowed to participate. She would remember it for the rest of her life.

Tamara was elevated to the class of breeding slave. She was assigned to an OB/GYN. In addition to her regular duties, she was assigned a regimen of daily pills and weekly instruction in sexual activity. This took the form of theory--not unlike sex-ed in an American high school--and contact with mature sexual organs, essentially basic instruction in hand jobs for both sexes. At age 15, her curriculum expanded to include cunnilingus and fellatio. In addition, Tamara was cautioned against self-stimulation of any kind. This would prove troublesome.

Since birth, Tamara had been naked most of the time. Clothing was allowed only on special occasions. While the intent was to conceal Tamara from other attendees, she equated the clothing with approval. Reinforcing this was a bracelet that announced her status as a fertile slave. Tamara was admonished never to remove it, as if she ever would.

About this time, Tamara received her first adult reprimand. She was observed masturbating during her sleep period. She was sternly admonished that her pleasure belonged to her master, accented with 15 lashes. Five lashes were administered for a wrong answer on schoolwork, so this was a serious scolding. Offsetting this was the permanent addition of a chastity device.

In all societies, mixed signals are common. In Tamara's slave society, clothing was a stamp of approval and the chastity belt was 24/7 proof of approval. While Tamara quickly became acquainted with the frustration of denied climax, it was more than offset by the status the device provided. She would wait almost a year for her next orgasm.

By age 16, Tamara was regularly providing sexual release to favored slaves and occasionally free persons of both sexes. On one occasion, Tamara was assigned to give release to a senior female slave who pined after her former master. Despite Tamara's strenuous effort, the female slave did not break from her melancholy, constantly pining for her former master by name. Eventually, Tamara and the slave were separated for punishment.

Tamara was assigned five lashes for failing an assignment and an additional ten lashes for disgracing her pod. The senior slave was given thirty lashes and assigned a month of servicing low-rank slaves. While she did her best to conceal her pride, Tamara did not climax until the twelfth stroke. She received an additional ten strokes for an unseemly display of emotion.

Tamara was of a divided mind. On one hand, she was a favored slave because she wore a permanent item of clothing. The chastity belt was removed once a month on the occasion of her period, at which time she was given tampons and moved into a separate cell with other menstruating female slaves. This greatly expanded Tamara's contact base and allowed new ideas from far afield.

On the other hand, the chastity device was very frustrating and the only release Tamara had found was from punishment lashings. Despite her abilities as a student and her desire to fulfill her master's wishes, Tamara began actively to seek punishment.

This tension lasted almost three years. Shortly before her seventeenth birthday, Tamara passed her high school graduation exams. While she had not been informed that the examinations were in any way unusual, Tamara's scores earned her a favored slave bonus, ie cunnilingus by a junior slave. It was almost a disaster.

Tamara was unclear as to the reason for the event. While she achieved a high score on an academic test, there had been many similar tests. Being told she was no longer a regular student and would be entering university had little impact, but having her treasured chastity device removed impacted her negatively. Only the familiarity of the situation saved her.

Tamara had given hundreds of rewards so she recognized that she was receiving one. This meant that she recognized that release was the objective and that she and the junior slave would be punished if none was achieved. When genital stimulation did not sufficiently arouse her, Tamara fantasized about a lash. Tamara almost came on the third imagined lash but held out until the eighth. This proved to be fortuitous.

A junior slave had been monitoring Tamara's reward. When Tamara did not become aroused by the genital stimulation, a senior slave was informed, and then a mistress. Thus a group of observers noted that Tamara gained tension consistent with sexual release but did not immediately partake. The elevation of tension and the size of the eventual release were noted in her file. Tamara obtained the status of potential concubine though she was never informed of the change.

College was both a minor and a major change. High school graduation was common in the slave pod. Many of both sexes received rewards and new assignments. That Tamara's new assignment involved classes and not practical duties was noted by the other slaves. While it was a mixed blessing, Tamara's status again rose.

The major change was Tamara's introduction to masters and mistresses. Mostly, these interactions were mundane, such as filing papers or other small tasks. However, Tamara was informed that masters and mistresses had full access to her body, meaning that they could remove the chastity device and engage in sexual intercourse.

Tamara was enormously excited by the possibility of a new experience but nothing happened for several months. The first exception came when a young mistress, about 12 years old, ordered Tamara to remove the chastity device and stand for inspection. This meant that Tamara was to stand with her feet shoulder-width apart and fingers laced behind her neck. While the young mistress poked and examined, Tamara mentally recited multiplication tables up to 1000, then primes, squares, cubes, and quartics.

Eventually, the mistress satisfied her curiosity and turned to other things. Tamara was left without specific instructions but chose to replace the chastity device that was so precious to her. In the observation room, a senior slave and a mistress were called to render opinions. Tamara's flushed color and her trembling restraint were noted. The supervising mistress ordered the senior slave to grant relief.

This caused a difficulty. The senior slave was not inclined to render cunnilingus or even manual stimulation. However, orders are orders. Tamara was summoned to the office, and ordered to remove the chastity device and relieve herself. Much to her surprise, Tamara begged a favor. The senior slave was already close to disobedience so she allowed the request.

Tamara asked the senior slave to call a slow count. Bemused but willing, the senior slave waited until Tamara was nude and had her hand on her sex before beginning the count. It went extremely well. The senior slave called the count, clapping each number. Misuko fingered herself, applying extra pressure and imagining the lash with each clap. Throughout, the two maintained eye contact and Tamara's release was volcanic.

Needless to say, this was observed and recorded by higher authorities. The senior slave escaped reprimand because her orders were carried out, albeit by unusual methodology. She was even commended for showing flexibility although she was never so informed.

Tamara was again noted for her compliance--it was almost assumed at this point--and the level of her climax. Her status as a potential concubine was again upgraded and a search of her breeding was ordered. Once again, her status increased without her knowledge.

The next major change took only a week. Tamara was assigned a mistress. This caused a significant change in the routine since her Mistress had to receive visitors. That meant Tamara had to be clothed if she was to be present. Two weeks of instruction in business attire was a major culture shock to Tamara. She received three business suits, one to wear, one in reserve, and one to launder.

In turn, this was a shock. Tamara was expected to use her pod mates to do the laundry. It was their assigned duty and she had the authority of her mistress behind the order. Tempers frayed but orders are orders. Tamara was dismayed at her pod mates' resentment but acknowledged that she was leaving childhood things behind. The laundry was done and that was all that mattered.

Working in an office was both strange and familiar. The use of clothing soon became routine. At no point did anyone order Tamara to remove her clothing or perform a service. It was not long before Tamara wished that someone would. At least it would allow release. Instead, Tamara's sexual frustration reached new levels.

After about a year, shortly before her 20th birthday, Tamara's mistress was replaced by a master. Unlike the mistress, Master Brian preferred seeing his slaves in the nude, or nearly nude if you count the chastity devise. Master Brian hated the device, which impacted Tamara's feelings about her longtime status symbol.

Orders are orders and even masters had to comply with some of them, so Tamara was ordered to an OB/GYN. Once a favorable report was rendered, Master Brian began using Tamara in a sexual capacity.

At first, it was after business hours. Tamara would undress, turn her suit over

to the laundry, pick up the clean suit, and put it away. Before long, Brian would order Tamara to service him in the office. This she could do fully clothed. However, Brian began ordering her to remove her top before fellatio. He liked to plump and pull on her nipples while she swallowed his penis.

It was not long before he was slapping Tamara's face and twisting her nipples while she sucked on his cock. Observes noted that Tamara appeared to like the abuse. When Brian jerked down Tamara's skirt and waited impatiently while she unbuckled the chastity device, observers recorded that she was more aroused than he was. When a slap on her buttocks caused her to come, that also went in a report.

The next month was confusing. Tamara was reclassified as a sexual submissive with masochistic tendencies. Brian was reclassified as a sexual predator. Their interactions were restricted while long-term decisions were made. Meanwhile, Tamara received degrees in business administration and accounting.

Brian was reassigned to a low-profile position and given a pod of playthings to keep him occupied. Tamara was scheduled to study for her MBA and CPA, but events would intervene. Without ever meeting her, Tamara's ultimate mistress was dismissed and degraded.

Months later, Tamara would hear the story about how her Mistress was part of an attempted coup, was defeated, and was stripped of her power and authority. It made no impact on her life. All Tamara knew was that she had a new Master and some mistresses but that they did not like being called Master or mistress. Her Master wanted to be called Hank.

That was too much for Tamara. She could wear clothes. Indeed, her mistresses spent a whole day buying her clothes and furnishings for her new place. Tamara was unclear on exactly how the place worked but she was clear that the location of her sleeping pad--the mistresses called it a futon--was in the room that also had her new business clothes. What was unclear was who else would use the room and the futon.

Where Tamara drew the line at calling Master by his name. It could be Sir, to his face, or Mister Robinson to others, but Hank was too familiar. The idea of such liberties frightened her badly. It was such a shock to Tamara that one of the mistresses hugged her in sympathy.

At first, Tamara had difficulty accepting the intimacy but reasoned that the mistress, Caitlin, was also subordinate to Sir. That made Caitlin something like a senior slave which Tamara could deal with. Within days, the closeness became friendly, then intimate.

Before long, Tamara was intimate with three more of Sir's female subordinates. Though they were not slaves and would take offense at the thought, the girls all gravitated around Sir and longed for his sexual contact. In the meantime, sexual contact among themselves and Tamara flowed freely.

For Tamara, it was a very different sort of pod but not unfamiliar. The girls were not slaves but the distinction was worn lightly. The sun rose and set on Sir and they all wanted to bear his child. When that fact sank home, Tamara woke in a cold sweat. She had not seen an OB/GYN in months and her pills had run out weeks before. Sexual contact with other females was no problem but what if Sir had demands?

As it happened, Tamara was in bed with Sara and Alisha. Alisha made a protesting sound and went back to sleep. Sara awoke long enough to inquire about the problem. When Tamara fumbled out the issue, Sara waved her hand and said she would take care of it in the morning. Sara went back to sleep but Tamara fretted until first light then rose and made coffee.

Things turned out as Sara had predicted. By 10:00 AM Tamara had an appointment for the next afternoon. Then things became strange. After the familiar examination, the new OB/GYN asked if Tamara wanted a child. This led to a confusing conversation where the doctor did not understand that Tamara felt she had no say in such decisions. The resolution was that Tamara received 90 days more pills and a suggestion to think of her priorities.

Tamara did think of her priorities but she also became acclimated to her new duties. She became accustomed to nudity only in her place--the other girls called it an apartment--and wearing clothes in the office and on the occasions that someone took her outside.

Even Sir would do so on occasion, usually to a dinner meeting. Tamara tracked Sir's business interests and often understood why the meeting was outside the office. She would memorize the relevant files so Sir would not need to bring them. Sir noted her preparation and Tamara noticed him doing so, but no intimate use was forthcoming.

It was on the third refill of her 90-day prescription that Tamara decided to ask the question. Why had Sir not used her in the expected manner? She was taking the pill, after all. Why was Sir not using her for...

That was where Tamara lost her way. Sir valued her. He would introduce her as his business manager and frequently quashed overtures of a sexual nature. He allowed her full access to his rotating stable of female companions. Indeed, Sir went out of his way to be courteous to her and often inquired about her feelings.

It was all very confusing. Sir was a Master, Tamara's Master, yet he treated her as a valued business associate. Tamara knew enough of the outside world to understand that Sir's behavior was above reproach, even exemplary. Why did that leave her unsatisfied?

Why did she dream of Sir stripping clothes in the office, of bending her over his desk, of shoving her panties in her mouth while he slammed his cock into her dripping cunt? Why did she envision being led naked past the other girls, tied to the wall, and whipped to the point of blood? Why did the prospect of being bound and gagged in front of others excite her? Why? Why? Why?

A year after her first appointment, Tamara had another meeting with the OB/GYN. There was the usual physical and round of questions. Again it concluded with, do you want to have a child? After a long pause, Tamara stiffly nodded a single time.

The doctor nodded as if this was the expected answer, "Then you should tell somebody."

Tell who? How?