“Our next product is a 24-year-old Indian female,” Angela said into the microphone. Over one of the screens she saw the customer lean forward, a clear sign of interest, as the curtain behind the mirrored glass opened to reveal the curvy slave with dusky skin. Angela glanced at the second screen to take a closer look at her. The slave’s neutral expression gave away nothing as she stood at attention, presenting her body to the potential buyer.

“Note the natural hourglass figure. This slave stands at 5 feet, 6 inches. Moderately sized breasts. Good physical condition. It is very obedient and knows its place but has a sullen disposition. Tends to divert attention from herself to other slaves, if they are present. Fluent in English as well as its native language. Noted by her previous owner to be quite skilled at giving oral pleasure.”

That last detail caught the young man’s attention. His thumb hovered over the green button on his remote. Angela smiled to herself before continuing.

“It was first acquired five years ago for a custom order, while on vacation. The acquisition was carried out upon her return to the airport. She was diverted to a private plane that transported her to a Club facility where she was given basic training until she was ready to be sent to her first owner.”

It had become apparent in the initial background check that the young man greatly enjoyed learning how slaves were acquired. Steps were taken to ensure the basic details of as many available items for purchase as possible were known in advance. Hearing this story drove him to press the green button to mark the slave for closer examination. The curtains swished shut and the slave was ushered out of the viewing room, back into a set of restraints.

Angela leaned back into the mic. “This is the third slave you have expressed interest in. Would you like to step aside for a closer look at your selected items? Or would you prefer to continue examining our selection? We currently have several more female slaves in stock.”

The young man—it was his first time buying from the Kraken Club—jumped a little at her question. He was rather shy for someone about to purchase a slave, which was initially concerning. But his background check had quickly clarified how deep his desires ran. And even if that were not the case, his parents were frequent and experienced customers. That was why Angela, the Team Leader of the branch, was handling their son herself. They couldn’t let such important customers think their child was getting anything less than their best.

And to be frank, Angela found his shyness quite endearing.

“Um… well, do you think you can show me any, uh, Asian slaves? Like, Japanese or Chinese or something?” His voice was hopeful.

“Unfortunately, no,” Angela replied, her heartbeat quickening almost imperceptibly at the sight of the boy’s downcast eyes. “This location’s stock of East Asian products is currently exhausted. The Chinese New Year was last month, and we often run low as a result. But if you like, I can give you a look at the inventory of other Kraken Club locations to find what you’re looking for.”

Her hand hovered over a button that would change the mirrored glass before him into a viewscreen.

“No, thank you,” he said after a moment of thought. “I think… I think I’m going to make a custom order instead, if that’s okay. I think I should have enough for that. To uh, buy one slave right now and order another one, I mean.”

Angela allowed herself a grin. Custom orders were of course more expensive than the re-sales that had been examined so far. But the boy was right, the money his parents allowed him would be enough. “Very well. If you’ll wait a moment, I will take you to a private room where you can examine your potential purchases.”

She emerged from the control room into the viewing booth a moment later, outwardly ignoring the way the boy’s eyes traveled up and down her figure. He was here to buy sex slaves, after all, and Angela was a beautiful woman. Her figure and ample bust were held snugly in a professional forest green dress, a different shade from the more standard emerald color. It was accentuated by her long, luxurious blonde hair, a similarly gold kraken pin pinned proudly above her heart, a set of heels, and stockings a tad darker than her skin tone.

“If you’ll follow me, Master Dominic,” he perked up at her use of the honorific. Angela allowed herself another private smile as she turned on her heel and led the young man out of the room. He really was adorable. An idle, easily dismissed thought of dragging him off to a cell and tying him up suddenly flashed through Angela’s mind.

Angela usually preferred her men a tad older than Dominic’s eighteen, but today she today she decided to let the fantasy play out in her mind. He was naturally nearly as tall as she was in her heels. Lanky, with short black hair and a face designed to blush. Shy and oh-so-obediently following her through the labyrinthian facility, lacking the usual arrogance of someone with his privileged upbringing. Making him squeal would be a delight.

She amused herself with fun little daydreams of a sudden stroke of luck. Dominic’s parents having a sudden falling out with the Kraken Club, allowing Angela to claim the young man for herself. But after a minute of this she banished such unprofessional thoughts from her mind. Tempting as they were, Angela wasn’t going to let her private impulses impede her ability to do her job.

They soon reached the sampling suite, the beautifully upholstered room where buyers could test out merchandise and make their purchasing decisions. Every Club branch had several with standardized furnishings. They all had unique playrooms, of course, but any Club member could approach any branch in the world for a familiar experience. They all had a supremely comfortable queen-sized bed and a sofa to lounge and play on. And this was to say nothing of the tall cage with sturdy, vertical bars at the center of the room. As well as enough bondage gear in a chest at the foot of each bed to fill a dungeon.

As they entered the room and Dominic took it all in, the trapdoor underneath the cage opened and his first potential purchase was raised up. She was a fit Caucasian brunette, a runner and a hiker. She had taken a few months off after graduating college to travel the country and visit every national park she could, only to disappear several weeks into her journey. Her chocolate colored hair had been specially prepared to remain silky and soft. Every part of her body—her breasts, her abdomen, her ass, her muscles—was compact. Tight.

It was all out there to see, of course. She was completely naked save for her restraints. Her arms were entrapped in an armbinder, which was itself chained at the end, where her fingers were, to her chastity belt, leaving her unable to pull her bound arms more than a few inches from her waist. Her legs were hobbled by leather cuffs chained at her ankles, and by a thick strap binding her knees together. A thick leather blindfold covered her eyes, a sturdy panel gag kept her silent, and a pair of high-tech earplugs kept her totally shut off from the world. The bars of the cage were open enough to allow access, to stick an arm through, but not for anyone to slip through.

“Now,” Angela spoke to the customer, who was busy staring at the brunette with wide, hungry, and nervous eyes. “You may sample each potential purchase for as long as you like. There are toys and further restrains in the corner. Once you are done with one of them, use this remote,” she handed him the room’s control remote from the bedside table, “to signal that you wish to try out the next one. It can also be used to signal for assistance if you lose control of the slave. Do you have any questions?”

It took the young man a second to rouse himself from his enraptured state and answer. “Um… well… I’m sorry but I—I’m not really, totally sure what to do with her.” He looked to her with a sheepish grin, unguarded eyes, and a precious tint of red in his cheeks.
Angela felt another burst of desire.

“I mean, I’ve had plenty of fantasies and ideas and stuff but…” he gulped, “I guess now that I’m actually here I’m blanking. Do you think you could ah… show me? What to do with her? Them?”

Angela took a moment to respond. Not because she was at any loss for words, but because an idea was beginning to unfold in her mind.

She allowed her professional smile to grow into something warmer. “You have no idea how many problems I wouldn’t have to put up with if more of my customers were willing to ask for help like this.” Reaching out, she put her hand to his upper arm, taking note that his own smile grew a little larger at her touch. “Of course I’ll help you.”

Gently, Angela tugged him over to the cage. He came easily, with no hesitation at the direction. “When looking over a slave, the first thing you want to do is take note of the details and see what they can tell you about their behavior. Look at the product, Dominic. Tell me what it’s doing.”

Dominic took a long moment to look the brunette up and down. Angela could immediately see him overthinking it, trying to find some key detail to unravel everything about her in seconds. The look of thought on his face was adorable. “It… it looks like she’s just standing there.”
Angela kept her gaze on the slave, betraying none of her thoughts before she spoke. “Yes, that is true. But you have to look at the subtler details. Look at the way its shoulders are set. Tense. Taut. You remember I told you it has a nervous streak?”

He nodded.

“Some characteristics can’t ever be truly erased, only lessened. We broke this slave in rather easily, as it was unused to harsh treatment in its prior life. It could deal with discomfort, but little outright pain. It kept trying to shrink away from any corporeal punishment or handling. Look at the way it twitches.” The blonde woman pointed at the way the brunette slave’s feet would shift half an inch or more for an instant before it corrected itself. “Even now you can see it resisting an urge to inch back to what it suspects is the far point of the cage, away from us, as it always did when first acquired.”

Angela paused then, and leaned ever so slightly to her customer, lowering her voice a tad before continuing, “it took us quite some time to break it of that habit. Now it stands at attention, awaiting use. But its instinct to cringe away remains. Which is very useful for you right now. Can you tell me why that is?”

Dominic gave the slave another long look. He seemed calmer now, a little more at ease. “She’s had more time to worry,” he eventually answered.

Angela gave him a congratulatory squeeze on the arm. “That’s right. Many owners get straight to the point without any buildup. But anticipation is one of the most useful tools we has at our disposal. Put a slave in a new situation, then give it some time to think. Make it wonder and worry about what’s going to happen next. You can see it starting to shake right now, yes? Its sweating more now, and you can hear that little bit of whimpering, can’t you?”

It was quiet, but yes. Along with the steadily growing shakes and the sweat, volume of the slave’s whimpers was rising. Dominic acknowledged it all with another nod.

“It should know better than to make too much noise by now,” Angela said dismissively. “But it’s a useful barometer to know when to strike. Now is a good time. Get something from the chest. Whatever looks like the most fun to you.”

He moved, so automatically that he almost missed another encouraging squeeze on his arm. Angela kept a smile off her face as she busied herself by stalking her way around the cage, drinking in the sight of the whimpering brunette while keeping her customer in her peripheral vision. He trusted her. He obeyed her so quickly and so naturally. In small things, yes. But as long as her advice gave good results, his trust would only grow. Within the hour, Angela could have him eating out of the palm of her hand for years to come.

Finally, the young man made his selection. A safe, sensible choice of a basic riding crop. Quick, sharp strikes to elicit a strong reaction from her slave. He looked to Angela for approval, which she granted him with an indulgent nod of her own. “A fine choice,” she said. “Now, make it squeal.”

By now the brunette product was shifting her weight back and forth between her feet. She shivered despite the comfortable temperature of the room, and her head was starting to swivel. Her instinct to search her surroundings finally led her to futilely struggle against her blindfold.

Angela knew how she herself would start. With a hard, sharp slap to the slave’s bare breasts. Then she would touch it more gently before launching another strike.

Dominic started with her ass, aiming a good smack on the side of one cheek. The slave yelped and jumped, stumbling forward at the sudden strike. She hit the cage bars right in front of Angela and stayed there as Dominic’s crop again lashed out against her other cheek. Another yelp, another jerk against the bar. He didn’t let up, peppering her ass and then her legs with more smacks. Angela watched for a moment before moving on a whim, reaching out with her hand and casually giving the slave’s breast a hard pinch. This time she jerked back in the other direction and was immediately met by another burst of cropping.  The young man’s grin only widened at Angela’s action. Good. No irritation at her stepping past any imaginary boundary in his mind, of making use of what was nominally his to enjoy for the moment.

Angela wondered what the boy would think if he could see her thoughts then, if he knew she was imagining him in that cage instead, at the mercy of her crop instead of wielding his own.

He soon stopped, panting. His grin wavering. The slave was leaning against the bars, still squirming. Her whimpers were louder now. Angela smiled. She gave the slave another quick, hard twist on her remaining nipple, and was rewarded with another loud yelp.

The blonde woman then stepped back over to her customer, giving him a gentle swat on the arm when she saw him unconsciously reaching toward his crotch. It had been hard for nearly the entire appointment so far. “Not yet,” she commanded lightly. “Save yourself for later. Buildup, remember? It’s not just for slaves, you want to restrain yourself long enough to get the most enjoyment out of your play.”

Another sheepish smile, almost a blur when accompanied with the abrupt, jerking nod. “Yes ma’am.”

This was going swimmingly.

Angela kept going, moving to stand behind the young man. She positioned herself to speak directly in his ear, her breasts ever so slightly brushing up against his back. “Now,” she said quietly, though not quite a whisper, “what do you think? What have you learned?”

She could see his face shift into a thoughtful frown. “Learn? Um, I guess I—I… I think I liked the reactions more than, than the actual hitting part. Does that make sense?” He was more nervous now than ever. Angela knew his heart was beating fast.

“I suspected as much,” she said to the boy. “It’s more common than your mother and father’s behavior may have led you to believe. For many of us, sadism is not solely based on pain.”
“Yeah… It’s more like just, being able to… to make her react, I guess.” She had certainly reacted. Even now, the slave in the cage was still letting out that moaning little whine of hers. She trying to collect herself, as she had been trained to do.

“Very good, Dominic. Now what are you going to do next? Would you like to take it out and have some more… hands on fun?”

The first-time customer was silent for a long moment. “Can I move on to the next one? I wasn’t super interested her; I was kinda just… overwhelmed a bit when I first saw her. And I think I want to start over with a new one right now.”

“Very well.” Angela gave him a very light swat on the hip, nothing more overt than that to keep those watching on the security feed from growing suspicious, and directed him toward the remote that would direct the staff to swap out for the next slave. “I believe your next selection was the 22-year-old African American female—”

“Yeah, but I think I’ll pass on her,” Dominic said, turning around to look at Angela as he pushed the necessary buttons. “Can we go straight to the other one?”

“Of course, Dominic. But…” Angela pursed her lips, making more of a show of her flash of displeasure than she otherwise would. The boy’s eyes widened at the sight. “Do not interrupt me again, young man. Don’t you think it’s rude?”

He flinched. Actually flinched, and Angela had to suppress her excitement at the sight of it. “Right, yeah. I’m—I’m sorry. Ma’am.”

Now she allowed herself a slight, forgiving grin. “Be careful to mind your manners. The people of our world do not take insults lightly.”

She paid him little outward mind as he gave another jerky nod, instead watching as cage platform lowered the brunette slave back down to the next floor. A minute passed. Angela could imagine a scene she had participated in so many times. The slave would be pulled out of the cage and ushered back to her sleeping sack until her next training period even as the next item took her place. Sure enough, the platform began raising almost exactly when Angela expected it to. A little faster, even. That was good. The staff’s efficiency had been improving all week.

The Indian woman wasn’t as fit as the brunette. Her physical condition was good, but she was softer. A little more curvy. She was bound the same way as her predecessor in the cage, although her armbinder was tighter and she wore a ballgag instead of a panel. The bright red color stood out very well against her dusky skin.

“Anticipation, right?” Dominic then said. He walked around the cage, only taking her eyes off the slave to shoot questioning glances Angela’s way as he sought her approval.

“That’s right. But bear in mind that this product is more accepting of its place than the previous one was. Note that it holds itself with a bit less tension. Once you learn its characteristics more, it shouldn’t be hard to get it to the same level, but for now simply waiting won’t work quite as well.”

“So, you’re saying she’s not going to react as much when I crop her.”

He hadn’t picked up the crop yet, Angela noted. “That’s right,” she said out loud.

“So…” he stalked closer. “What if I do…” he paused then, his hands hovering near the bars. Angela realized what he was planning to do a second before he did it. “This!” he exclaimed as he drove his arms forward and, perhaps a tad more roughly than necessary, began tickling the slave’s sides.

The slave shrieked in shocked, gag-muffled laughter as her potential buyer’s hands roamed her body. Angels was genuinely surprised by the strength of the reaction; her cries were even louder than the brunette slave’s had been. Dominic went on for a bit before turning around, eagerly and obviously seeking Angela’s approval, which she gave with another smile. There was no need to exaggerate it, either. She was genuinely a little impressed.

Then he got the crop, supplementing his tickling fingers with the occasional strike, just to mix it up. He was then careful to brush his fingers over the red marks he made, for added sensation. And all the while, he fielded questions to the experienced blond woman about how he was doing, if he was being smart about it, if he was handling the slave well. He was, of course. The young man was a natural.  

But even better than that, he was a natural that Angela had so far convinced to seek her help and approval. So she didn’t praise him quite as highly as she thought he actually deserved. She turned up the criticism a little bit, added pointers she knew he would reach himself eventually.

“Try to get it between breaths.”

“Vary your timing, don’t let yourself all into a pattern it can predict.”

“Don’t just focus on one area.”

His wandering fingers moved down to the backs of her knees, up to her neck and to the parts of her arms that still showed skin. Finally, after some time and at Angela’s suggestion, they took the slave out of the cage and Angela showed him how to handle her without bars. She showed him good positions to keep a slave in, tips on how to tease her body to the edge and keep her there, and even coached him through self-defense tips in case a slave ever tried something or got too rowdy or restless.

They played for the better part of an hour. Angela was a looming presence the whole time. She never directly got involved, keeping herself and her outfit pristine even as her customer grew more rumpled in his fun. Finally, after so long of telling the boy not to let himself come yet, Angela told him to finish, and he reached the climax of his play by testing out the slave’s vaunted skill at giving oral pleasure.

“So,” Angela said as the young man recovered, his panting breaths loud in the room. “I believe you have made your decision?”

His tired grin was enormous, even infectious. Angela didn’t try to stop herself from sharing in it. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, this is the one I’ll buy.”

“Excellent,” Angela said. She gave a signal to the security cameras before grabbing the slave firmly by the arm and pulling her to her feet. The Indian woman was sweating heavily, shivering in Angela’s grip and moaning involuntary as the blonde woman marched her to the cage. Dominic watched her go down the platform, enjoying the sight of what would soon be his first slave.

“Now I believe you wanted to make a custom order as well?” The boy collapsed on the bed, letting out a laugh at the question.

They stayed in the room as Angela questioned him on his preferred characteristics. East Asian, preferably of Japanese descent, but that part wasn’t too important. Docile. He wanted her to be roughly similar in height to his first slave, in case he ever wanted to parade them around at once. Thinner, but with bigger breasts. Capable of understanding English, in case they had to look outside the country for her. Standard training. He wanted to go straight to play, without having to worry too much about breaking her in. A reasonably expensive request, but still within the budget his parents had given him.

“We will let you know when we have your order, and keep you updated on the progression of its training,” she said when they were at the entrance, Dominic just about ready to leave. “Your first purchase will be delivered to you within days, as your family’s security system was already prepared quite some time ago.”

Dominic’s shyness had returned, the adrenaline from playtime having worn off. He was swaying a bit of his feet. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said politely. “I… really can’t thank you enough.”
Angela graced him with a radiant smile. “No thanks are necessary, young man. And one more thing.” She learned forward, slipping a card into his pocket. “My personal number is on that card,” she said in another near whisper. “If you have more questions, want any more advice, or anything else, you can reach me there.”

His blush was deep and immediate. She gave him a wink, and he averted his gaze, lowering it on instinct. He murmured his way through a thanks and a promise to keep the number and give her those calls.

Angela watched him leave the facility, all kinds of thoughts and scenes racing through her head. Those idle fantasies returned. The thought of that eager young man bound at her feet and giving her the pleasure he would soon be receiving regularly from his own slaves was intoxicating. She could get him to that point. She knew she could. It would be a long, careful process. But she could do it.

But even if she couldn’t, today was a victory. The boy would be buying from the Kraken Club for years to come.