You choose to follow

You think about trying to get out of the straitjacket. But why? Judging by the circumstances, you are going to be a **** for a very long time. The rest of your life perhaps. Besides: deep down you always wanted to be a ****. So why not play along?

Without an additional tug needed, you decide to follow, one cautious step after the next as the woman starts leading you through the corridors.

"Excellent, Sixty-Two," she says as the both of you keep walking. "I have to say that you are well on your way for being assigned to a merciful owner."

After about ten minutes you arrive to a room, determined walls and corridors made of metal, with a row of **** chambers that host slaves **** in different positions.

Seeing the poor souls, you gulp, as you know very well that the same is going to happen to you. Still, as another woman starts to speak, you shudder, as you are still unprepared to undergo the same treatment.

"Did she resist?"

"No," the one who led you here answers.

"Then we may start the evaluation process in her current outfit."

"Follow me, ****," the one who led you here says, and you are escorted to one of the chambers.

After that you are escorted to one of the chambers, and you are sat down on a chair. And you immediately recognize the discomfort caused by the **** heat.

"Our facility at the present hosts thee type of slaves. We have painsluts, pets and furniture. This test is dedicated for painsluts. If it turns out that you have an exceptionally high level of pain endurance, you might spend your entire life with the pursuit of pain. If not, you will be assigned to one of the other categories."

With that silence falls, and you realize that your trial has already begun.