Sabine awoke face down staring at white canvas. It took a while to register. Stiff and sore she sat up and looked around. She was in a padded cell. The floor and the walls were covered with quilted white canvas. There was a door with a peephole but no handle. In the ceiling, bright fluorescent tubes glared down. Opposite the door, a black flat screen was set high up behind a thick plastic shield. Next to it a camera with a red led illuminated stared back in.

Next Sabine examined herself. Her shoes were gone, her jacket too. All her pockets were empty. But everything else seemed untouched. She thought back. She had been shopping. Had she gone into a cubicle to change? It was all fuzzy.

The lights blinked off and back on. A word appeared on the screen, "STRIP."

"Fuck, no!" Shouted back Sabine sitting down on the floor with her back to the camera.

After an age of sitting doing nothing, she got up to explore the room. Only there was nothing to explore. The canvas appeared seamless and uniformly padded. There were no gaps or crevasses to explore in the corners of the room.

After a while longer Sabine became aware of the need to pee, "I need the toilet," she shouted to no one. Getting up she tried banging on the door. It was too heavily padded to make any noise. She tried jumping up and down in front of the camera, waving her arms.

The lights blinked off and back on. The word still on the screen, "STRIP."

"If you don't let me go to the toilet I'll piss on your canvas floor," Sabine screamed at the camera.

The lights blinked off and back on. The word still on the screen, "STRIP." Then it started scrolling up to be replaced with, "Soil the floor and you will be punished."

Sabine stared at the screen in disbelief and then screamed in pure rage. She thumped on the door in futile anger. Screaming to go to the toilet. Eventually, exhausted, she slumped to the floor.

The lights blinked off and back on. The word still on the screen, "STRIP."

"Fuck, you!" She exclaimed and started undoing her jeans.  Pulling them down to her knees Sabine squatted. As soon as she did, a loud klaxon started blaring. Holding off peeing Sabine smirked at having called their bluff.

Slowly so as not to betray that she had had no intention of peeing she started to stand up. Halfway up though she fainted.

Sabine awoke face down staring at white canvas. It took a while to register. Stiff and sore she sat up and looked around. She was still in a padded cell. Still dressed. She still needed to pee.

But now, around her throat, there was something tight. Exploring with her fingers it seemed to be a broad and thick leather collar. There was no buckle. But at the back of her neck, there was a bulge in the leather. It was tight enough that she could not move it around her throat. Though obviously, it was not so tight that she could not breathe, nor too tight to obstruct blood flow.

The lights blinked off and back on. The word still on the screen, "STRIP." But now underneath the word was the number thirty. It changed to twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.

Sabine watched the countdown unmovingly. She was not stripping. Certainly not in front of that camera.

The countdown ended. Suddenly everything was pain. Unbelievable pain. Agony in every limb. In her gut. In her head and her chest and her eyes. Everything was on fire and being crushed and stretched and frozen and melted all at once.

The pain stopped as quickly as it had started. Sabine realised she was screaming. She stopped, her throat sore from the effort, and everywhere else tingling. A warmth below indicated she had wet, and possibly, soiled herself.

The lights blinked off and back on. The word still on the screen, "STRIP." Once again underneath the word was the number thirty. It changed to twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.

Feverishly Sabine stripped. Terror of the pain the collar brought fresh in her mind she nearly ripped the clothes off.

Naked she pushed the damp clothes into a corner. Then sobbing she huddled against the wall the camera was in and cried.

The lights blinked off and back on. Sabine crawled away from the wall to look at the screen. The lettering was smaller but once again under the instructions, a countdown was descending from thirty, "Kneel in the centre of the room at all times. Face the camera. Knees apart, wrists held to the small of your back."

Still sniffling Sabine did as she was instructed. The lights blinked off and back on and the wording changed.

"Repeat the following words out loud whilst staring at the camera. Any deviation will result in punishment." After Sabine had had time to read the instruction through twice new words in red started to scroll up the screen.

Sabine looked at them and sobbed. In fear and terror though she read them out loud before they could disappear from the top of the screen.

"My name is Sabine. For years I have had fantasies about becoming a slave. I have decided I am going to follow my heart and live out my dream. I revoke all my human rights. I revoke all my material possessions. I am nothing. I am property. I am an object. I am a slave."

"Repeat," commanded the screen. The words once more started scrolling up the display.

"My name is Sabine. For years I have had fantasies about becoming a slave. I have decided I am going to follow my heart and live out my dream. I revoke all my human rights. I revoke all my material possessions. I am nothing. I am property. I am an object. I am a slave."

"Repeat," commanded the screen. The words once more started scrolling up the display and Sabine obeyed. For hours it seemed she repeated the words. Her knees ached from holding the position. Still reading the words she tried shifting her position.

PAIN It continued for an age. Sabine writhed in agony. When it stopped she almost felt numb with the lack of sensation.

The lights blinked off and back on.

"Repeat these words out loud whilst staring at the camera. Any deviation will result in punishment."

"My name is Sabine. For years I have had fantasies about becoming a slave. I have decided I am going to follow my heart and live out my dream..."

Thousand of repetitions later the words stopped coming.

The lights blinked off and back on.

"SLEEP SLAVE."

Sabine stiffly unbent her legs. Then in fear of the pain the collar could bring she laid down on her side. Exhausted she soon fell asleep.

Sabine awoke face down staring at white paint. It took a while to register. Stiff and sore she sat up and looked around. She was in a different cell. She now had a stainless steel toilet. A hand basin with a soap dispenser. A padded bunk or cot. There was still a screen and a camera. A door with a peephole.

The collar was still there. She was still naked. Her clothes were gone. Then she spotted a difference in the door. There was a flap in the bottom. The sort a tray of food could be slid through. It was closed but just the sight of it made Sabine hungry. How long had it been since she had eaten?

The lights blinked off and back on.

"KNEEL SLAVE"

Sabine quickly assumed the position.

The lights blinked off and back on.

"Read these words out."

"I am a slave. I must obey. Disobedience will bring punishment. I am a slave. My body is not my own. My mind is not my own. I own nothing. I am property. I am a slave. I have no rights. I will obey all commands...

The litany scrolled on for what seemed like hours. Eventually, Sabine started to slur her words. Her tongue felt thick and fat in her mouth.

The lights blinked off and back on.

"EAT SLAVE"

Sabine turned to see a tray of food. A cut of meat, some mash and gravy, peas and carrots. There was a bottle of water too. Sobbing Sabine crawled over to the tray and started eating with her fingers. When she finished she crawled up and onto the bunk.

She lay there staring up at the camera. Who was doing this to her? Why? She didn't deserve this. It was not fair.

The lights blinked off and back on.

"SLAVE USE THE TOILET"

Sabine got off the bunk and sat on the bowl. She managed to pee but could not open her bowel.

The lights blinked off and back on.

"SLAVE FLUSH THEN WASH YOUR HANDS"

Sabine obeyed silently throwing expletives up at the camera that was micromanaging her.

The lights blinked off and back on.

"SLAVE SLEEP"

Sabine laid down on the cot once more. The lights turned out. Sabine explored the collar with her fingers in the dark. There seemed to be no seam, no fastening not even a crack. The leather was smooth. There was no ring or engraved wording. How had it been put on? Her mind whirling, Sabine fell asleep.


oOo


Sabine awoke in her cell. The klaxon stopped as she opened her eyes. She lay there awaiting instruction. She knew to move without being told would bring pain.

It had been twenty sleeps now. She could not call them days. She had no idea how long she slept. Nor how long she was awake. Time had no meaning now. No action was permitted unless ordered.

"SLAVE USE THE TOILET"

So it began. A day like the last eighteen. She was ordered to wash. She was ordered to kneel.

"YOU WILL BE PROVIDED WITH OPTIONS. CHOOSE ONE AND BEG FOR IT. CONVINCE THAT YOU WANT IT. SUCCEED AND PROGRESS. FAIL AND BE PUNISHED"

Sabine's eyes went wide. This was different. Frightening too. She knew how to avoid the pain so far. The change brought the risk of failure and punishment.

The lights blinked off and back on.

1, Pierced Nipples
2, Head Shaved Bald
3, Pierced Septum
4, Slave Tattoo
5, A Flogging

To the right of this list the number thirty quickly started its journey down to zero.

"Please, Masters may this slave have her head shaved? I beg to be shaved, I do not deserve hair. To have hair is a treat I don't deserve Masters. Please shave me bald. I beg. Please. I'm sure I will look better bald, Masters. Please shave my head. Please, Masters.  Please shave me. I don't want hair if you want me bald, Masters..."

Sabine kept begging, praying that the pain would not come. That the least painful option on the list would sate their thirst to humiliate her. Tears ran down her cheeks. Of course, she wanted none of the things on the list. Yet she knew as soon as she saw it all of those things were going to be done to her.

The lights blinked off and back on.

SILENCE

Sabine knelt in place. The door opened behind her.

"Stand up, slave," commanded a female voice behind her. Sabine did as she was told. She realised she was trembling. A real person was behind her. The first she had met in nearly a month.

"Turn around, slave." Sabine obeyed. A young woman stood in the doorway. She was dressed in a black latex catsuit, the sort that had built-in feet and hands. Only her head was not clad in glossy rubber. She had short, almost a crew cut, red hair and wore glasses. Around her throat was a black leather collar that looked similar to how Sabine's felt.

"My name is Vicky. I too am a slave. I am being trained just like you. I have been here longer is all. You will obey me or your collar will punish you. Nod if you understand."

Sabine nodded. Did this mean that she would be dressed in latex in the future?

"Follow me, slave." As Vicky turned Sabine noticed the outline of a nipple ring under the thin coating of latex covering her sister slaves breast. Sabine was not surprised.

Sabine was led down a corridor with many doorways either side. Clearly other cells, there was a name written in black marker on a whiteboard next to each one. Sabine tried to take in all the names, Berseh, Aletessa, Jennifer, Ashley, Tawny, Joanne, Sine, Jill, Holly, Katie, Pyper... there were too many.

She was led to a chair and instructed to sit. The buzz of electric clippers started up behind her. Soon long tresses of hair fell down to the floor. Eventually the scrape of the razor replaced the buzz of the clippers, and then after a wipe with a towel, it was done.

She was bald. Sabine realised she did not care. There were no mirrors. Only the woman who had shaved her head could see her. Doubtless, her own short hair betrayed that she too had undergone this rite of passage. It meant nothing.

Sabine was led back to her cell. While she was away a chain with a set of leather manacles had been attached to the ceiling. The door slammed closed behind her.

The lights blinked off and back on.

KNEEL

Sabine obeyed.

oOo

Sabine licked out the cunt of Mistress Vicky. She was close to cuming. Sabine used her tongue stud to its best advantage and focused on Vicky's clit. Soon mused Sabine I'll be getting my pussy licked by a new slave.

Sabine had lost track of time. She had been tattooed and pierced in numerous places. Every morning she begged to be flogged. Most mornings it was Vicky who obliged. Sabine had become and strived to be, an obedient and submissive slave. The camera in her cell was her Master. Sabine took pleasure from obeying its orders. Sabine wanted desperately to progress. To become a better slave.

Vicky shuddered into a rolling climax. Sabine did not stop until ordered to do so. Then dutifully followed her better back to her cell, idly licking her lips clean of Vicky's juices.

In her cell, a catsuit lay on her bunk. A small bottle of polish stood next to it.

The lights blinked off and back on.

SLAVE DRESS

The slave obeyed happily.