I look out the window as the fireworks light up the dark midnight sky, marking the end of the year and the start of the next. It seems that the news was exaggerating about the strange phenomenon that the planet is passing through, something about temporal energy or something that we pass through every 1000 years. I finish my drink as I watch the last few fireworks explode in a shower of colours and turn to go to bed. As I look away from the window I feel a sudden tingle over my body and see a faint flash of light.
As my eyes readjust I find myself suddenly in a bright room, one that I don't recognise, one that looks strange and bizarre, like something out of a scifi show but not cgi or a cardboard set. Where am I?
"Hello there." I jump slightly and turn to see a man in an outfit that resembles a lab uniform but one that is very tight and made of a strange material, although the weirdest part is the metal collar around his neck.
"Everything is fine, just remain claim while I call my master." I watch as his eyes seem to lose focus for a moment. His master? What is this place? A section of the wall suddenly parts as if opening and melting into the surrounding structure, before reforming after another similarly dressed man walks in, although this one doesn't wear a collar. I'm guessing that he must be the master. I stand warily as he calmly walks towards me.
"What year are you from?"
"Year?" Is he struggling with the change in the date? Fine I'll tell him.
"Just as I thought, we've had several cases like yours." What does he mean?
"I'm afraid that you have been sent 1000 years into the future, well more precisely one day less than 1000 years, this is the 31st of December, new years eve." The future? 1000 years? This must be some sort of joke. I move passed the man and head to where the hole appeared in the wall and jump back slightly as the opening reappears and quickly move down a corridor and into a bright room. I stop as I catch the view out of the window to my left and turn, slowly walking up to it I look out over a large towering city, above massive ships move across the pale blue sky. This must be some sort of screen of something, probably playing of loop.
"It's real." I turn to see the two men walking up to me. One taps their sleeve and another doorway appears, this one opening to the outside, a sl8ght draft entering the room. I slowly walk up to it a step outside, not to a flat screen but a full three dimensional world, one alive with people. It's true, I'm in the future, I slowly stumble back inside as I begin to fully realise what has happened.
"My whole life, everything I knew, everyone I know, it's all gone?"
"I'm sorry but yes, the time you are from no longer exists, and unfortunately while travel to the future is possible, travelling to the past isn't. The world you are from is one that has long since faded. It was destroyed in conflict and natural disasters. What exists now was built on its ruins, a great utopia compared to your time. We abandoned your tribalism, we no longer separate people by race, sex, gender, sexuality, religion or anything else, we learnt that there's really only one difference that matters, whether someone is dominant or submissive." I sit on a chair, barely taking everything in, my mind running minutes behind his words.
"Once we established this single truth, along with fixing many problems in society, many of the issues of the past have disappeared and the people are happy, content and thriving, everyone having a purpose and a role, one suited to their individual selves. Once an adult everyone has their minds scanned, those who are dominant take up roles of leadership and are taught how to be good doms, respecting those they are in charge of. Those who are submissive are tra8ned in roles that best suit them, some become personal slaves, working in their owners home, either domestically or also sexually, others become pets, or do low level jobs, or become public or private service slaves, either on the streets or in offices and clubs, or some become human toilets, or painsluts. The more intelligent, like my assistant here have more complex jobs." I sit in silence for a several deafening moments as I try to take everything in.
"So half the population are slaves?"
"Yes but not in the way of your more barbaric time. We don't force people into it and it doesn't limit what they can do. My assistant here has written multiple papers and even won awards, it's because of him that we can find those such as yourself. We just accept that some are born to dominate and some are born to submit, it was people acting against that which caused problems in your time, people pretending to be alpha men and toxic masculinity and insecurities that led to homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism and other traits, like greed, wealth inequality and the hoarding of wealth and elaborate displays of power. My submissives have important roles, in government, science, art, education, medicine, exploration, etc." Either this is some sort of dystopian propaganda or he genuinely thinks and claims that the world is better this way.
"What about me? Will I be made to be a slave?"
"That depends. You will be required to be scanned and processed, that will happen when we register you as a citizen and set up your documentation, you'll need all that to access facilities and to get you somewhere to live." My mind races as I wonder what role I'll be forced into for the rest of my life.
"Anyway, we better get you sorted." With no choice I force myself to follow the two men.
I step outside, the air surprisingly much cleaner than it is in my own time. As I look around I see several people walking their pets, some dogs but others humans, some crawling on their hands and knees, others with modified limbs and others with robotic limbs, along with hoovering automated vehicles there are also carts pulled by human ponies, some with arms and some without, some even having robotic legs. As I'm guided down the street I see slaves working everywhere, even some standing on street corners waiting to serve anyone who wants to use them. But strangely everyone seems completely ok with everything, as if they're all happy and content in their roles.
As we enter a building I see a man behind a desk, one being pleasured by a naked woman, on who is hungrily sucking his cock, as the man moans she eagerly swallows his cum and licks him clean with a smile, before getting up and walking away, as if it was completely normal.
"Welcome to processing. How can we help?" I stand nervously as I can't help but worry about this processing concept.
"How do you like serving others?" The assistant smiles.
"At first like many people I was nervous to give up my freedoms and control, but since I did my life has been great, better even, I have a purpose that us right for me and in all my 130 years of service my master has be kind, caring and respectful, even allowing me and helping in my own research. Serving him and science is all o could ever wish to do in life." 130?, he looks great for his age, I'd have thought him no older than late twenties. He really is happy, maybe this isn't to bad.
"Can this processing go wrong? What if it doesn't put me in the right role?"
"As far as I'm aware that's never happened, some people change roles over time but most remain in the same one forever. You do also get a bit of choice in the matter, if you're a sub then you have the last say in what sort of role you have, but don't worry, everything will be fine."
"Thanks, you've helped me feel a bit less nervous." I look up as a smartly dressed woman followed by a naked man, except for a chastity cage and collar, walk up to us, the sight immediately making me worried again, although everyone else around me doesn't seem bothered at all.
"Hi, I'm Gina, I'll be handling your processing today. Don't worry there's nothing to be concerned about, we'll soon have you in your true place in the world." I look back at the two scientists who found me as I'm led away to my fate, both giving me a reassuring wave and wishing me good luck.
I enter a dark room with a strange cylindrical device in the centre, it almost reminds me of those fancy security scanners in airports.
"Please step inside the neuro scanner." I look around slightly, still unsure of what will happen next, as I nervously walk into the machine, the sides closing around me and plunging me into darkness, causing me to panic slightly in the small, confined space.
"Remain calm." I follow the instructions of the authoritative voice and stand still as lines of light move around me as it passes over the flat surface of thw cylinder liie waves, my mind suddenly feeling open and all insecurities and secret desires are brought out into the open, my emotions almost overwhelmed by relief and acceptance. I smile as the capsule opens and I step out, already knowing the results and not being bothered at all, in fact I'm thankful to no longer need to hide my deepest desires from others and even myself, who knew how harmful and stressful it was.
"You have registered as 100% submissive, 90% masochist, 95% homosexual, only 7 hard limits, including vomit, seigs and death, although the last one has a few exceptions, making you perfect for many roles or a no limits slave." That last one sounds great, which she seems to notice.
"Is that what sounds natural and right to you? To be someone's 24/7 no holes barred, no limits slave? To be fucked, made to do chores, pimped, punished, used as a toilet, restrained, caged, kept in chastity, modified, humiliated, degraded, used, abused, dehumanised and much more?" I'm slightly surprised by my rock hard cock and I nod my head in agreement.
"Yes ma'am." She smiles.
"My assistant is just like you, he loves it, don't you?"
"Yes mistress, I love serving you as your slave." His words feel rehearsed, as if he has been well trained, but by his eyes and the straining cage show me that he truly means it.
"Time to get you ready for training, and then we can put you up for sell, then you can live out the rest of your life as the slave you were born to be." I smile as I follow the dom and sub, my mind excitedly wondering what my future holds.