Greenwood Slave Services Pt. 08

I was kneeling on the cement in my room again, in the holding room. My knees didn't hurt as bad this time. I was getting more used to the position. I was happy to have Cole back with me. I started to think about how I wasn't going to go home until Monday. It was so stupid, one day grading and I would be at this place for 5 days, if I got home on Monday. There was nothing I could do about that. I pushed it out of my mind and focused on what life was like here. I started to get a little encouraged. A full break from my normal life. Usually I am always thinking about what I should be doing. Here there was nothing I should be doing. Just what I had to do. I trusted myself. When I got home I would figure everything out. I would explain why I didn't return messages or whatever. There was no studying to do here, or chores. All I had to do, was what I was told.

At home there were so many things to distract me, to annoy me. I got emails from school, work, and my landlord. I had text messages from friends, classmates, and scams. Any minute something could come up. I remembered reading about silent retreats and meditation. This could be like that, a reset. I decided to get what I could out of this and stay positive. I thought about Cole. He was so confident. At first I thought of him how I would on the outside. He wasn't as smart as me. He was of lower status. I didn't respect his job, although I heard it can be high paying. After that man had punished me, removed my pubic hair and made me eat some of it, I respected Cole a lot more. I started to just think of him as who he was in here. My Master. A man of unquestionable authority, who liked me.

I was still thinking about Cole, when he returned. I stayed in a kneeling position the whole time. I smiled at him, and waited for him to speak.

"Hey, sorry about that. You can get up. I was gone longer than I expected. There are a few more things to do today then it will be just us. How have you been doing today, and with the news?" He said.

I stood, stretching my legs. "I am doing ok Master. Today was really upsetting, and a man I don't know came. He, well you can see. He, shaved me. I guess, with a cream. It was really horrible. He was very." I paused. "He was very harsh. I can't control what happens here, like being held over the weekend. So, I am just trying to focus on what I can do and not think too much about it all. I will figure out my life when I do get out."

"Yeah, I know who you are talking about. He is, abrasive. I am really glad you are trying your best to have a good attitude through this. Sorry you had your bush removed. We don't really allow any hair on slaves if they are here for more than one day. I need you to come with me while I finish up some work with the other girl. She is going to be staying the night before being transported to her new owner tomorrow. Turn around and give me your hands."

I turned around, the cuffs went on again. I blushed. "Yes, Master. I would love to help you with anything I can. I have never shaved down there. Not that I am some kind of religious person who is against it. I just always felt awkward about it. I would only trim."

One hand on my shoulder guiding me, we walked into the hall. "Well don't worry about being shaved. I think it looks good on you. Fits with your new acceptance of your position. I can also see when you are aroused more easily. No more hiding it."

Butterflies in my stomach, I thanked him. "Normaly if a guy said something like that to me, or anything sexual really I would be so mad. From you, here it just feels like a compliment, Master."

"That's cute. I think it will be a fun weekend. I really don't have much going on. Most of my friends have moved to different cities after college. This is kinda a sleepy town." He led me into a small warehouse. Bay doors were open to the alley, letting in the evening light.

"I am glad I will be with you. If I had to stay the weekend with someone else, I am, just really glad you will be here." I slowed down as we entered. No one was in the alley, but it was just open to the city. My nakedness was embarrassing again.

There was a line of dog crates along the wall. Inside one of them was a young woman, probably about 20, a year or two younger than me. Cole's hand became more forceful leading me to the creates and to the open door.

"I can feel you hesitating. Don't be stupid. I am going to have you stand in the doorway just for hesitating like that. You will obey me without thought."

"Please, Master, no. Someone could walk by."

"You have nothing to hide. Fix your attitude now or I will fix it." He held onto my cuffs. He walked to the front door, and he attached them to a metal beam on the door frame. He pushed me slowly down to a keeling position. I was facing outside, clearly visible to anyone who passed. I could hear the main road around the corner. Anyone could come down this alley and see me. My hands were cuffed to the beam behind my back. I had to lean back some pushing my bald pussy forward.

"I understand, I accept whatever you decide. This is just very difficult for me. I am so embarrassed. Please go fast. I would just die if someone saw me like this."

"Oh, I got the perfect thing for that. You are feeling that way because you are thinking of it as your body, as your choice. I put you there, that means you are happy to be there. Say loudly over and over, 'I love showing the world my body, I have the cutest little bald pussy, and my tits were made to be played with.'" Cole said.

"Yes, Master. I love showing the world my body, I have the cutest little, bald pussy. And, my tits were made to be played with." I said with a forced voice. One of the cage doors opened with a creak.

"Louder, Sarah."

I pushed away humiliation and spoke louder. Behind me I could hear the girl getting out of a cage. She spoke with a soft, submissive, but also excited voice. "Master, I am so happy to be here. Is there anything I can do for you. I am so horny my hands are in these mits, Master. I can't touch my wet slave pussy." A pause, while I continued to humiliate myself to an empty alley. Then the girl started to moan.

He was pleasuring her behind me. I was already turned on by my humiliation. Something I unfortunately knew would happen. At home, I had imagined so many ways of being naked in public, by some accident. I would masturbate to these contrived situations. The moaning just behind me got louder, accompanied by pitiful little begs for orgasm. I looked down at my own body. How would his hand feel on me? I could see my clit was fully exposed. I rocked my hips as the moaning continued.

The moaning stopped. Cuffs clicked as they were tightened. I don't think she got all the way. The girl did not even try to beg. Cole walked to me. "Good job continuing with your line. One more time and you can stop." Cole crouched down. One hand was released. The cuffs were free of the beam. Then, they were reconnected, behind my back. As I was saying, "I have the cutest little bald pussy." A truck drove through the alley. I looked down not wanting to know if they saw me.

Cole helped me to stand. "Did you get wet listening to Isabella's reward?"

"I, I did Master."

"We will talk more about that later. Here is a little reward for you." We had walked away from the door. He put his hand over my pussy. His hand moved up until just his fingers were on my clit. I pulled my knees together. Locked my legs, as he toyed with my clit. He knew how to do this. I was too stressed to just moan, instead I let out a series of half suppressed gasps of pleasure. It lasted only a minute and he withdrew. Short of breath and wide eyed, I followed.

Isabella was on her knees. Hands cuffed behind her back, and balled up mitts on her hands. She also had strange leg irons on. They were bulky and clearly had some kind of smart technology. She rose when Cole touched her. He walked us both to the bathroom, we both went into a stall while he waited. Then we walked to a holding cell.

"Isabella, this is where you will stay. I will feed you in the morning. Your new master will be here sometime tomorrow for you. Are you excited to meet him?"

"Yes, Master. I am very excited to meet him. Will I be allowed to sleep tonight? I really want to be able to serve him well. I have not had a proper rest for several days. Please, allow me some sleep Master." She stood with her feet pointed out and legs shoulder width apart. It showed her wet pussy to the room.

"Yes, you can sleep." I will be back with some bedding for you in a little while. I have to send paperwork on you. You two can stay together and talk. He released both of our cuffs. We both stretched our arms.

I was eager to talk to this girl. It was the first conversation where I wasn't saying Master constantly, in two days. "How long were you in that cage? It looked so small."

"It was long. I am so happy to be here now. Probably 40 hours. I was let out for the bathroom a few times. Shipping sucks, and they don't care because it leaves us extra excited for our destination. I was excited regardless. I was in training while waiting to sell again. What about you" The extra trying to please pep in her voice was gone. She had relaxed, she was happy.

"I am just here for grading. Got here yesterday, but the stupid loan company is slow and now I have to spend the weekend here."

"Oh, you aren't really a slave. That makes a lot of sense. You seemed so embarrassed when he had you repeating that line. I hope this time isn't too rough on you. The first week is so crazy."

I blushed, she had been listening to me that whole time of course. I sat down on the cement floor. She started to go through a series of stretches. She knelt down and seemed unbothered doing her yoga on this floor. "Yes, just here for grading. I feel like a real slave now. I don't know how you do it, how long have you, been, doing this." I said.

"Oh, it's only been 6 months. I am not that deep into it. I had a single week of training, then I was with an old guy for about 5 months. He worked for a big company and I was a perk of the job. Then I was at another training facility for a month-long training. Now I am going to be working for a family here. I think it will be easier. God, I just hope I am used sexually at least some." I was taken aback by her last line. "What, are you going to judge me for that? You would be the same if you weren't going home in a few days. I have 3 years of service left. I heard you moaning for him anyway. So don't look at me like that." She said.

She was actually embarrassed for the first time. "No, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't, I just don't know about this stuff. I never really learned about this stuff. You are the first, actual one I have talked to." I said.

"It's ok. It's not you, I just remembered myself for a minute. You have been eating the food here right? It's all drugged up to increase desire. It heightens your feelings, hard to explain. Although it's probably not affecting you much yet. I haven't cum in a few months you know. It would drive anyone crazy"

"I really am sorry. You have to do what you have to do, in your situation. I don't judge you."

"It's not that. When slave girls are together we all get it. Know how it feels. You are in between. Just embarrassed me to say that in front of you. Being a slave, you come to enjoy it, because the alternative is to not enjoy it. It's not something you can really get until you go through it."

We didn't talk for a few minutes. She continued to do yoga. She had no shame about it. In one position she was on the floor, her legs were as wide as they could go. I saw her vagina open up, she was dripping wet.

"Do you have any advice for me, for this weekend? This whole thing has been so scary, but you seem to know exactly what to do."

"Is that Master, going to be taking care of you this weekend?"

"His name is Cole, and Yes." I smiled slightly.

"Never say his name if you aren't asked directly. I did that once. I had to suck on a full bar of soap until it was gone. Every day for a week. That was after they were done spanking me. Just don't even think of him as his name. Know his name, but think of him as Master. Do you have a crush on your Master?"

"What no, I mean being here is so weird. You heard him touch me, I had never been touched down there before."

She giggled. "You do have a crush on him. We call it a collar crush. If you weren't in the collar you might not, but. Someone having that much power over you, has an effect. He's also kinda hot and young. You got lucky."

"What do I do?"

"Whatever he tells you to do."

I looked down. "He asks me what I want, and I don't know what to do. He made me say I wanted to suck his dick. I mean I didn't have to say it, but I was afraid he would punish me."

She stood and put her hand on my shoulder. I was still sitting. Her pussy was close to my face. "He's one of those. Was it sincere or was he just going to punish you if you didn't want to?"

"I don't know." I said.

"Well I recommend you enjoy it. You get to go home in a few days. I wouldn't mind a few days with him as my Master. I am going to be serving for 3 more years. I really hope this family is kind."

We continued to talk for a few more minutes. The door opened. Cole stepped in with a mat, one of the thin blankets and small pillows. Isabella had jumped to a kneeling position. "Get up, here is your bedding. It's 7 p. m. right now breakfast is at 7 a. m."

Isabella got up and started to jump up and down. Her breasts bounced perfectly with her little hops. Smaller than mine but still enough to really jiggle. "Thank you so much Master. I will sleep well like this. Is there anything I can do for you Master?"

"Thank you Isabella, no I don't need anything from you. Do you mind if I touch those wonderful tits of yours?"

She continued to hop, saying. "I would love for you to touch them. Being useful to a Master is my greatest joy. I even love having them whipped, or nipple clamps on them."

Cole held her in place by her boobs. He then showed her the chastity belt he brought with him. "There was a request to have you in a chastity belt while you are here. Do you have a problem with masturbation?"

"Yes, Master. I have masturbated before. I promise I didn't touch at all while I was in here. I have learned my lesson."

Cole slid the belt up her legs. He rubbed her clit one more time then covered it with steel. A click confirmed it was locked. He unlocked the mitts on her hands. She started to close and open her fingers. Her knuckles popped. "How long?" Cole asked.

"A week, um, sorry Master I have to think. 9 days, Master." Isabella said.

Cole looked down. "I'm sorry about that. You mention very little sleep recently. You can sleep now. I will be back with a cream that will help your joints and muscles in your hands. Maybe legs too. You were in that cage too long." He left quickly.

Isabella smiled at me. "He is sincere. You better be good for him. He might even let you cum."

I blushed. "I don't want him to touch me there."

Cole returned. He gently rubbed the cream into her hands. She moaned and thanked him several more times. He went over her legs, focusing on her knees. When he was done she got into her bed, she fell asleep quickly. We were still standing there looking at her together. Cole spoke first. "They are too harsh in transport especially if it's a long distance. Poor thing. Did you two have a good talk?"

"Yes, she is nice. I'm so sorry she has to be here." I said.

"Let's go, let her sleep." Cole said.