Kinktober 2022 #9 - Harem/Prize

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, dubiously consensual, consensual, M/fff, bondage, bondage slavery, legal slavery, harem, costumes, 

When Stability returned it rapidly became clear that in some ways society had not only stagnated, but regressed. 

Jamie wriggled in place, trying to get as comfortable as possible. It wasn’t easy. Her bondage was heavy.

First the mixed race Korean-Canadian woman’s legs had been frogtied, binding her ankles to her thighs so she was forced to rest in her knees. Jamie had always been pretty flexible, but holding this for awhile could be a strain even for her.

Wait, no. That wasn’t actually the first thing Jamie did. The real first thing she did was dress up in this red, white, and gold cheerleader costume. There was a short skirt that did nothing to hamper her legs, and knee high socks and matching wedge-heeled sneakers. Jamie’s midriff was bare, and her top did a good job of accentuating her average sized, but firm and perky breasts.

Then came the frogtie. Followed by the rope binding her wrists and elbows tight together. Next was the crotch rope pulled very taut through her legs (the main reason Jamie was wriggling around so much), the rope-made chest harness that emphasized her bust even more, and the length of rope binding her wrists to the crotch rope.

To distract herself, she turned her head over her shoulder to glance her fellow slave, a blonde veteran of the harem who was helping her get into position, and asked her a question.

“So let’s say I win. What exactly is the prize?”

Cynthia looked surprised. She paused the work she was doing . “You mean nobody told you? Really? I’m sure I did.”

“No, I know whoever wins gets a prize, but I still don’t know what it is.”

Jamie was new. It had been barely six weeks since the twenty-year-old Korean-Canadian sold herself to the Crispin’s, a well regarded slave placement company, and just under a month since her Master bought her at the ensuing auction. She’d thought about it for years. Why bother fighting to stay afloat for years on end when she was probably going to end up in a collar anyway? And Crispin’s didn’t sell just anybody.

So far the decision had paid off, big time. After being introduced to her buyer Jamie learned he had plenty of money to throw around. She’d been delivered to a high rise tower in the main part of the city. Master didn’t have the penthouse, but he did have two floors of cutting edge tech and plenty of slaves living just about as well as slaves could.

There were fourteen of them in the suites right now, and every so often a handful of them were chosen to have a little competition between themselves. Jamie had been told that the nature of that competition changed on a regular basis.

This time it was a costume contest. Every contestant picked out a costume and a setting for it to be in. Whichever one Master liked the most won. Unsure of what else to pick, Jamie had gone with a cheerleader costume. It was kind of a long shot, honestly. But hey, it was her first competition.

Unlike Jamie, Cynthia wasn’t in the contest and therefore wearing a costume. Just lingerie. Lacy, elaborate, sexy lingerie. The only thing on her feet were stockings. Sexy underwear was the closest thing the harem had to a uniform. And a collar, of course. Everyone wore a collar. Jamie barely noticed her own anymore, and she’d only been a slave for a month.

“I could’ve sworn I—alright. Well. It’s pretty simple, really. You win the contest, you get a week off.”

Jamie blinked. “Does that really…? I mean, there’s so many of us that it’s not that hard to go a few days without even seeing the Master.”

Cynthia gave her a wry smile. “Not if he likes you enough to be in the competition. He usually gives new girls like you some time to acclimatize, but now that he’s letting you play dress-up with his other favorites, you can expect to see him a lot more.”

“Huh. I see.”

“Besides, the days off are only part of it. You also get a choice of your own slave for the week you have off.”

“What?”

Cynthia smirked. “Yeah. He’s got some friends who offer up their slaves for you to pick from. Guys, girls, whatever you want. You only get one, but you also get a stipend and a chance to leave the tower to have fun for a few hours a day.”

“Seriously? How have I not heard this?”’

“I guess everyone else assumed you already knew. Now open up, it’s time for the gag.”

Jamie took a deep breath, then did as instructed. Cynthia gently pushed in the first moisture retaining sponge into the younger slave’s mouth, followed quickly by two more, stretching Jamie’s mouth to the brink. Then came the veteran tape, a personal favorite of Jamie’s. She liked the way it felt in her skin, and it didn’t mess up her glossy black hair either. There was an honest smile on her face as Cynthia wrapped it around her head over and over again.

Cynthia patted Jamie on covered cheeks. “Good girl. Now once I leave the room, the holographic projectors will come in and display the scene you set up. And the monitor behind me will come on and show you the scenes the others picked out, as Master does. Got it?”

Jamie looked up and saw the setup of little projectors built into the Image Room’s ceiling. She’s been told not to look directly at them when they were on. Over Cynthia’s shoulder she saw the monitor come to life.

Most of the world was only a little more advanced than the first parts of the twenty-first century. But for wealthy people like Jamie and Cynthia’s Master, things had progressed just a bit further than that.

Jamie nodded.

“Good, and good luck.” Cynthia gave her a peck on the cheek. Then she was gone.

True to her word, the projectors came to life with a slight whirring sound above Jamie’s head. She bound and gagged cheerleader didn’t look up, but she did watch as the grids of life filled the air and coalesced into a constructed image of a high school locker room.

That was the role Jamie had chosen to play, a humiliated cheerleader left alone and tied up in a locker room. Maybe she slept with the cheer captain’s boyfriend behind her back, maybe she was the cheer captain suffering a rebellion, or maybe another squad was sabotaging their rivals. It all depended on how the Master interpreted it.

With nothing else to do, Jamie settled in to wait. It didn’t take very long before the monitor switched from its basic screensaver to the first image Jamie saw of her competition.

It was Rin, a woman who was imported all the way from China. She was fairly tall, and whipcord thing in a way that even Jamie had to admit was strangely enticing. Her costume was a classic aqua blue harem girl’s outfit, all translucent silks and veils in an opulent looking room filled with carpets and pillows. Rin’s bondage was made entirely of chains, golden and easily viable. There was a long length running from her ankles to her wrists, chaining both to the belt at her waist and her collar. The veil covering her lower face did not hide the tight cleave gag pulled between her lips.

Jamie suddenly felt underdressed.

That feeling was made worse a minute layer, when the feed changed to the second scene of the competition. Jessica, a tall and curvy blonde slave, had picked an even more opulent setting. She was set against the backdrop of a palace, and wore an amazing green-and-white court dress. It was a gorgeous looking thing, both it’s forest green overdress and the white core beneath it were outlined in gold embroidery. The shape of it accentuated Jessica’s curves beautifully. Her gag was just like Rin’s cleave, and her only bondage was a single set of manacles and chains running up to the curling. A captive lady ready to entertain.

Jamie’s scene was the next one, and just about the only good thing she could say about her dinky little locker room and straightforward cheerleader costume was that her sudden fear at her misjudgment sold the kidnapping scenario very well. She didn’t have to pretend to look completely terrified as she saw the radical change in settings. Her heart was beating too damn fast.

But to Jamie’s surprise, next scene went a long way to assuaging her fears of having made a mistake. The fourth setting was just as gray and drab as her locker room, but it was a police interrogation room instead. The kind you saw on the, with a window on one walk and a table with two chairs in the center. But no TV show Jamie had ever watched featured a sexy police officer bent over that table, ankles handcuffed to its bolted legs and her wrists similarly cuffed to the opposite corners. The tight leather skirt would provide easy access to the captured cop, and those thigh high shiny black boots can’t have been standard issue. Jamie couldn’t actually see who this blonde was, there were four of them in Master’s harem and this one’s face was both aimed away from the camera feed and obstructed by the wide black police hat.

The next scene was practically the opposite. Instead of facing away from the games, Adriana was staring directly at the camera. Instead of being bent over a table, she was hanging suspended in the air. And instead of being in another gray, drab room like Jamie and the policewoman, Adriana was in another high class place. This one was a theater, and she was hogtied over a stage and behind the backdrop of a bright red curtain that matched the bright red ball gag in her mouth. The deep dark blue evening gown and opera gloves she wore helped her glowing mocha skin shine, and the gown’s low cut showed off her magnificent cleavage.

Jamie inwardly noticed that Adriana was the first competitor to not be of East Asian descent or blonde. Of his fourteen harem slaves, nine of them were one or the other. Their Master definitely had a pair of favorite types.

The sixth and final contest didn’t break that trend. The Japanese Yoko was in a nurse’s costume. A particularly sexy one that barely resembled the archaic nurse’s dress. This one had a slit that went all the way down to just past her navel, which needed straps running across her chest and belly to hold her stacked breasts in and was trimmed in a crimson color that matched her lips and the thigh high boots traveling up her legs. Instead of ropes or chains, Yoko was bound in straps on a bed that looked like it belonged in an insane asylum. Judging by the rest of the holographic setting, that’s where she was supposed to be. It was only missing padded walls. Yoko smiled seductively around her black ball gag and winked at the camera.

The monitor feed cycled back around. Harem girl, court lady, cheerleader, policewoman (who Jamie now recognized was Gloria), theater-goer, and nurse.

Carefully examining every scene and slave as they went by a second time, and then a third, Jamie realized that she had no idea who was going to win this prize.