Setback at the Sub Gala

"Fashion is Art. Restraint is Art. Submission is Art."

Those are the words inscribed over the door to the Sub Gala, the most prolific BDSM fashion event the sex slave industry has to offer. The multi-day event happens once a year, attracting the biggest names in the business to flaunt the latest designer slave gear, participate in various public bondage events, and show off the best and finest the slave training industry has to offer.

Among the best and finest include Alexis Ward and Luke Thorne, two slave trainers from small and not well known boutique firm known as SubmissiveSolutions Inc. Alexis, preferring to go by Alex, was a 29 year old woman with green eyes and medium-short dark hair recently dyed blonde for the sake of trying something new. She'd worked with the company for over 9 years now, and while she was on the shorter side when it came to stature, her confidence and personality made her feel bigger than she truly was. Luke was very much her opposite - a softly spoken man that lumbered around at 6'3". His blue eyes, short, dirty blonde curls, and that Jawline of his gave the illusion of a man far more arrogant and outgoing than he really was. At 30 years old, Luke was quietly confident, introverted, and - compared to his partner - far more gentle. Individually they were talented trainers, but together they were greater than the sum of their parts. When it came to training slaves, Alex was the bad cop to Luke's good cop, and the arrangement had brought them all the way to the Sub Gala after all these years.

But the Sub Gala wasn't just about how well one trains sex slaves. It was about presentation, fashion; it was about art. Alex and Luke were SubmissiveSolutions' best trainers, but there was so much more to making a good impression here. Outfits, fashion, the bondage displays, timing, the slave models themselves, their poise, grace, obedience - everything takes months if not over a year of planning, and while Alex and Luke were the ones to carry the torch for executing the plans, a team of dozens of specialists, artists, designers, and more all worked on the ideas for the Gala all year to make the right impression.

Bringing and registering slaves to participate in the Gala was an involved affair. Some five years back a scandal had broken out when another company that had claimed to bring three slaves with them secretly smuggled in close to fifteen, allowing them to create the illusion of their slaves having near Olympic levels of endurance and poise to maintain incredibly demanding bondage positions all day, when in fact they'd just been rotating slaves in and out discreetly. The scandal caused such an outcry that it prompted the Gala to implement stricter registration standards: increasing the price of registration for each slave and developing an in-house solution to the swap-out problem. Upon arrival, each organization would turn their slaves over to be stored by the Gala itself, and each slave would in turn get a chip implanted into their neck that registered them as a specific representative of that organization. The chip was easily removed and carried no legal weight, but under the Gala's guidelines if the chip was tampered with or removed, the organization that owned that slave would be expelled from the Gala.

For a smaller company like SubSolutions, they opted to aim more for quality than quantity. Accompanying Luke and Alex were two cunts, the colloquial term for a female slave, hand-picked and groomed over the last two years by Alex and Luke themselves for this very task. Cunts didn't have names, but these two were belovedly nicknamed Bella and Bunny. In keeping with the fashion of the times, a quality that proved desirable in slave groupings was that they looked similar, if not identical. Bella and Bunny, whoever they might have been in their past lives, were not twins. But they could have been, going off looks. Both were small, petite, full of chest and hip, and had remarkably similar faces - not that you'd see much of their faces. The current fashion for slaves of the last decade was objectification. Complete removal of individuality, identity, and personhood. Bella and Bunny were kept hooded almost 24/7, with only their gagged mouths exposed. Kept in near constant sensory deprivation and trained mercilessly over the last several years by Luke and Alex, both Bella and Bunny had been utterly and completely broken. Like little drones, simple machines, the two identical slave sisters' only thoughts now rotated around how best to obey their Master and Mistress's commands. That had mostly been Alex's doing; leveraging her master's education in slave psychology while Luke, the gentler of the two trainers, trained their bodies. Their obedience was absolute, making them perfect for the Gala.

Something that wasn't perfect about the Gala, however, was getting to the Gala. For Alex and Luke that involved a 14 hour flight, which didn't account for the three hour pre-arrival at the airport to load up the cunts, nor the two hour process of collecting them at baggage claim, or even the the two hour ride from the Airport to the Gala venue's lodging afterwards. In total the duo had been up for over 21 hours that day, wrangling Bella and Bunny across the globe, and they still had to do check in. It was late, well past midnight, when the bleary-eyed best friends gave one another the same look pulling up to the venue.

"So... do you want to register and check-in the cunts? It doesn't take two people..."

Both laughed despite the exhaustion at their mutual antics, and it didn't take words to figure out how they'd settle the plan. Both wanted to get to their hotel room and sleep.

"The usual?" Alex asked with a half-smile. Luke had already raised his hands for the game.

"You going to choose rock like you always do?" Luke teased, ready for a game of rock-paper-scissors. One might expect two scary slave trainers to be, well - serious. And they were... In public. Alone, outside a hotel? They were just Luke and Alex. Friends.

"Not this time, going to throw you a curveball," Alex grinned. The psychological games were beginning; Alex's favorite. She had a history of psyching Luke out and winning despite picking Rock almost every time. Their fists bounced in their palms three times before they each shot their choice.

"Tch- you got lucky!" Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes in disappointment. She'd shot rock after all, her reverse psychology not working this go around.

"I think I've finally figured out how to beat you," Luke grinned. "You're always trying to get in my head, but if even I don't think about what I'm doing... hmm?" Luke stupidly tapped the side of his own head for comedic effect. Alex just shook her head, snatching Bunny and Bella's leashes. The two cunts, sealed in their hoods and strict latex bondage dresses were utterly unaware of the exchange that just occured, unable to see or hear. They only knew to follow when their leash was tugged.

"Yeah yeah, you're just too tired to think clearly. I'll get the next one," Alex smugly jabbed. "Sleep well. Hopefully checking these two in doesn't take another hour. Sleep in tomorrow morning? Meet for dress rehearsal in the studio we rented?"

"Sounds good. If you're up I'll text you for breakfast," Luke offered, before dragging his suitcase up to the front desk of the hotel connected the the Gala.

"Come along, cunts. Just you and me." Alex sighed, then gave Bunny and Bella's leashes a tug. Stepping into the same door Luke just had, there were clearly marked signs leading away from the check-in desk labeled Slave Registry and Storage followed by an arrow. The venue itself was exquisite; a blend of Victorian architectural influences matched with modern utilities and sensibilities, but Alex cared nothing for it at the moment. She followed the signs, her boots softly plopping against the ground while Bunny and Bella's extreme, ballet-style slave heels clicked frantically in tow from their hobbled legs. The path led her away from the lobby and down a wide stairwell that eventually terminated into something that felt far more industrial than the space above. There was a sign above a door reading 'Slave Registry and Storage' once again to indicate that Alex has reached her destination, but another, more temporary sign hung right below it.

Slave Registry and Storage: customer service has closed for the night. Self Help still available at the Kiosk 24/7.

Alex had been about to pull her hair out, but the mention of a self-service option made her relax. She pulled at the hefty door, realizing she'd just stepped out into some sort of advanced, industrial warehouse. Underground beneath the Gala was a massive structure the size of a large parking structure but coated in smooth surfaces, unblemished steel, and a massive cage wall around 15 feet away that sperated the whole of the space from where a desk, a single kiosk, and a strange looking platform resided. This, Alex thought to herself, is where they must keep all of the cunts during the Gala. Alex found it a little odd - not seeing any actual slaves in sight, just hundreds of thin, long slits embedded in rows upon rows of what seemed like aisles of selfless storage - but with barely any sleep under her belt, she didn't care to question it at the moment. She approached the Kiosk.

[Welcome to the Sub Gala's cunt storage self-help kiosk, powered by ControlCorp. Please enter your Gala guest ID# and verify the number of cunts you intend on storing.]

Suppressing a yawn, Alex followed the on screen instructions and flipped open her phone to grab her guest ID number off her confirmation email before hitting enter. A satisfying little sound chimed in approval.

[Welcome, Alexis Ward. Representative of Submissive Solutions Inc. Our records indicate Submissive Solutions Inc has pre-registered two cunts to participate in the Gala. Is this correct?] [Y/N]

[Note: Once you confirm this registration, you will be unable to register any additional slaves to participate in the Gala. Confirm?] [Y/N]

Alex yawned, barely able to keep her eyes open, and clicked 'yes' to both options. This was going smoother than she thought.

Two cunts have been registered. Please direct both cunts over to the platform now.

Alex blinked, not paying an extraordinary amount of attention to the directions. Or rather, in her sleep addled mind, there was a clear logical process at play here - she would bring each of the girls over one by one, and whatever magic would happen, then she'd repeat the process. Right? Obviously.

"Okay-...." Alex yawned, cutting herself off. "... Bella. You're up first," she said as if the silly slave could hear her. She let go of Bunny's leash, tugging Bella over to the platform and steadily orienting her in the center of it. "And... There. That's probably right," Alex murmured to herself as a light around the platform's edge turned green. "Now just to go check on the terminal-"

[Two cunts detected. Initiating Registry and Storage Procedures.]

Everything happened fast. A cylindrical shell shooting out of the ground from the edge of the platform. The chemical spray - were her clothes dissolving? The mechanical arms reaching out to hold her in place, the sudden burning sensation at the back of Alex's neck, something bulbous suddenly pressing against her bare sex.

Bzzzzzz

A vibrator? Alex barely had time to register what was happening before it was too late. She watched Bella in front of her get suddenly wedged between two sheets of latex that immediately vacuum sealed together, immobilizing and trapping her in a panel like someone sealed in Carbonite. Alex, now wide awake, went to scream-

But it was too late. A metal frame appeared to her sides, and two sheets of latex closed in around her to seal her into the same fate. Her world went black. She felt her arms get pinned off to her sides, latex hugging the every curve of her body. She couldn't hear. She couldn't breathe. As if by clockwork, as soon as she gasped for air something opened the latex directly over her nostrils - permitting air in... and nothing more.

Bzzzzzz

The vibrator between her legs intensified, and forgetting herself for a moment, the slave trainer failed to suppress a moan. It was utterly muffled. She wanted to scream, but she could barely part her lips, much less open her jaw to let the noise out.

OhmygodWhatTheFuck??? Alex mentally cursed, trying to retrace her steps. The kiosk-? What did-

Bzzzzzzz-!

As if offended by her attempt to problem solve, the vibrator increased in intensity once more. Alex's legs tried and failed to clench shut, pinned in place by the latex vacbed as she writhed and wriggled involuntarily. Did it matter how it happened? She needed to think about how to fix this. Alex couldn't see, couldn't hear, and could barely think with that damned vibrator going crazy between her legs.

But she could certainly feel. And aside from the vibrator, she felt herself begin to move. The sinking feeling of being in an elevator; she was being lifted. On a rail of some sort? She felt her body tilt and teeter as she picked up speed, now utterly unaware of the world around her. She tried to think, and then remembered the strange, thin openings in the walls of the warehouse.

Holyfuck- Alex thought in a panic.

They were going to store her in the walls. How many others were here? How many cunts were being stored like this?

Normally the motion wouldn't have bothered her at all, but now, on the receiving end? She was horrified. She felt herself slow down, then, after a moment... Stop. She wriggled.

Nothing.

She tried to scream.

Nothing.

BZZZZZ-!

Ohmygod I'm going to cum my fucking brains out- ohFuck...

bzzzzz-

Alex braced for what felt like was going to be a crashing orgasm, and then the vibrator nearly shut off, dropping to an almost imperceptible edge of stimulation.

Wait... Wait what? Did it just-? Alex asked herself, horrified. The vibrator, this system... just edged her? Denied her? Ohmygod...

She was going to be in for a long night. Luke was asleep - he didn't even expect to see her until tomorrow afternoon, at which point both Bella and Bunny - or Alex, would be delivered to their rehearsal room from storage.

...

[Bunny Interlude]

Bunny was a good cunt. Bunny knew this because Bunny told herself this everytime Bunny wasn't doing other things. Bunny knew this because when Bunny wasn't affirming this mantra to herself, she was thinking about how best to serve Master and Mistress's demands and desires. It wasn't Bunny's job to do anything other than Bunny was told, least of all think about things. That was actually the most important thing not to do, Bunny had learned. But if Bunny had misbehaved, and had thought about things, she would wonder when Master or Mistress was going to do something with her next. She'd been standing for a very, very long time - made extra long by her strict ballet-style heels - but Bunny would never complain. In fact, this could be a test - so it was important Bunny continue to be good and do nothing until Bunny was told otherwise.