“Will you do something for me? It’s totally ok if you’re not comfortable with it, if you say no I’ll respect that” he asked as they lay on the bed arms around each other, both flushed from the passionate kiss they’d just shared.
“What is it?” asked Nora, half curious, half dreading what he was about to ask. They’d only had three dates and while she really liked Henry, she didn’t yet know him well enough to predict what he was going to say.
“Could we roleplay a little? I’m really turned on by the thought of a woman obeying my commands. Would you pretend to be my obedient love slave?” he asked, clearly nervous about her reaction to his request.
Nora was relieved. A little roleplay couldn’t hurt and he had been very respectful so far.
“Sure, we can give it a go, I suppose. But if things get freaky I’m outta here!” she replied.
“Awesome!” he said, grinning. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
“How do you wanna start?” she asked.
“Ok, repeat after me:” he said “I, Nora, hereby surrender my free will to you, Henry.”
Nora giggled and immediately regretted doing so, seeing the slight trace of hurt on Henry’s face.
“Sorry.” she said, composing herself. She cleared her throat gently.
“I, Nora, hereby surrender my free will to you, Henry”
A shiver ran through her body as she spoke.
“Thank you” said a smiling Henry. “Now, take off all your clothes!”
“I obey, Master” said Nora, giggling and starting to strip. ‘I think this is going to be fun’ she thought.
Once she was naked she smiled at Henry, who was looking very pleased with himself. “What now, Master?”
“Now go to the middle of the room and stand to attention.” he commanded. Immediately Nora did as ordered, standing up straight in the middle of the room, her arms by her sides. Her nipples also stood to attention.
Henry stood and looked at her, walking slowly around her, eyeing her up. “Excellent,” he said, almost to himself. “You will do quite nicely”
Nora tried to turn her head towards him and ask what he meant by that but suddenly realised she was completely unable to move or speak. Her heart started racing as she struggled in vain to move or even make a noise of any kind.
Henry pulled out his phone and quickly dialled a number. “17. Report to my bedroom immediately.” He hung up and put the phone away, then turned to the increasingly panicked Nora.
“I would love to stay and explain what’s happening to you right now, but I’m afraid I have a prior engagement. But don’t worry, 17 will be here shortly to take you through orientation. You are to obey her instructions as if they were my commands, and you are completely unable to disobey my commands. Thank you so much for giving me your free will, Nora. I promise to take care of it.” Henry smirked and left the room, leaving the helpless Nora alone.
For the next few minutes Nora’s mind was in turmoil. What the hell had just happened? Why couldn’t she move? Suddenly the door opened and a woman walked in. She stood directly in front of Nora and looked her up and down. Nora wanted to scream at her for help, but simply stood there, motionless.
The woman was blonde, slightly shorter than Nora but around the same age. She was wearing a black, leather crop top that barely contained her big, obviously plastic, tits. Her arms were covered in tattoos, of various descriptions, and her short black, leather mini skirt did nothing to hide the numerous tattoos on her thighs. She may have had some on her lower legs but if she did, they were covered by a pair of leather knee high boots with three inch heels.
Her ample chest was mostly free of ink, save for one large tattoo on the flesh of her left breast. The number ‘17’.
“What is your name?”, the woman asked. Nora suddenly found herself speaking “My name is Nora Chalmers” she replied automatically. She wanted to say more but simply couldn’t.
“Not for long.” replied the woman, with a weary sigh. “I know you are scared, Nora, but I am going to explain everything. The man you know as Henry is now your Master. He owns your free will, and therefore you.” She walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets away. Underneath, on the mattress, was a large circle, painted in dark red, filled with runic symbols.
“This is the crest of the demon Esmoderth. By stating that you surrendered your free will to Master, whilst within the crest, you did, in actual fact, surrender your free will to him. Henceforth, you are utterly unable to disobey any command given to you by your Master, or via his proxy - in this case, me. You understand this to be true.”
Nora suddenly realised that everything the woman had said was true. Her free will was gone. She had no choice but to obey.
“My name is 17,” the woman told her. “I belong to Master too. Master has ordered me to give you the basic information you currently need. You are to obey my instructions as you would his. Now, I am going to let you move and speak again, but you will make no attempt to flee, or raise the alarm in any way. You will accept your new status and make no attempt to regain control of yourself from Master. You will be calm and composed. Now, you may move and speak. Walk over to the sofa and kneel down next to it.”
Nora found herself walking over and kneeling down. She wanted to scream, to run, but she remained placid and calm, knowing she had no other choice. She looked up at 17, who sat on the sofa, looking down at her, with pity in her eyes. “What is going to happen to me? Why has Master done this to me? I do not understand.” Nora frowned ‘why did that sound so formal?’ she thought.
As if reading her mind, 17 told her “One of the side effects of the control spell is an inability to use verbal or written contractions. Nobody knows why, but you will get used to it. I think it actually turns Master on a little. Anyway, to answer your questions, Master has a thing for collecting and owning women. He likes to control us. He enjoys turning us into his obedient slaves. There is no breaking free from Master’s control. I am sorry, but you are now his slave for life. Just like me. As for what happens next, that is up to Master. Some of us he keeps around as pets, some are sold on as slaves and others are put to work.”
“Yes. Master needs money, just like anyone else, so he always has a number of his slaves working as prostitutes. Everyone starts as a prostitute until he decides where best to utilise your skillset.”
“He is going to turn me into a prostitute?”
“How many women does…Master…own?” Nora had wanted to say Henry but for some reason she could only think of him as ‘Master’ now.
“Well, conveniently, Master likes to number us so it is easy to keep track. You are number 38. That is also your new name. You will no longer remember your old name.”
38 blinked and tried to remember her old name but it was gone, just like that. Her name was 38. She wondered if she would soon be sporting that number, tattooed on her breast.
17 sighed again, and reached into her bag, extracting a pack of cigarettes. She offered one to 38. “I do not smoke” 38 replied. She had always been repulsed by smokers.
“You will soon enough.” replied 17 and she put one in her mouth, lit it and exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “Master has a smoking fetish and insists that all his slaves become smokers. I will leave that particular curse for him to inflict upon you himself. Before all that, you need to be prepared for service. Master is very particular about his slaves’ appearance. I am going to take you to a salon Master owns. The staff are all slaves, like us. You need to be blonde, for a start. Your length is ok but it will be styled like mine. You will get your first tattoos, including your number, and some basic piercings. Master will have more added later if he so chooses. Soon you will be given breast implants. Master likes us big.”
17 took a deep drag of her cigarette and looked down at the former Nora. “For what it is worth, 38, I am sorry about this. None of us wanted this life, but we are stuck with it. The best thing you can do is accept it and do your best to make Master pleased. You do not want to know what could happen to you if you do not.”
38 realised she did not want to know. She had a feeling the answer would only make things worse.
17 finished her cigarette and stood. “Ok, it is time to get you started in your new life, 38. Get your clothes on and then we can go.”
38 rose and collected her clothes, slowly getting dressed. She wondered if she would ever get to wear pretty clothes like these again, or would she spend the rest of her life dressed as a cheap hooker, like 17. She thought she knew the answer to that but didn’t want to think about. Once she was dressed she reached for her handbag.
“You will not be needing the contents of your handbag any more.” said 17. “Take out any money and tip the rest into the bin.”
38 obeyed, removing the small amount of cash from her purse and throwing the rest in the bin. Not quite sure what else to do with it, she stuffed it into her bra.
“Right then,” said 17. “Let us go and start your new life”.
