You stop looking

You **** yourself to stop staring at her. Which actually requires quite an effort on your part.

“Sorry, not interested!” you say, listening to the inner voice telling you that something is not right here. You walk past the man, and make your way to the **** Registry. To your surprise, there is nobody in line in front of you, so you can go to the receptionist right away. Collared, with her hands cuffed together, you recognize she is ****.

“How can I help you, misses?” she asks with a wide smile on her face.

“We want to be registered as slaves,” you tell her. Not really sure how she would respond.

“Very well.” To your relief, she smiles, and hands you out two contract forms. As the nature of things, there is only one pen she could give you, attached by a sturdy chain to the table. “For self-registered slaves, there is no chosable outfit. Instead, you receive the Ministry’s standard outfit, which is both gorgeous and perfect to keep even the most rebellious slaves at bay.”

“How long are these contracts for?” you ask.

“Oh, they are forever, darling!” she answers.

You take the contract in your hand, and start reading the lines. She is right. If you sign this, you are going to be a **** for the rest of your life. With no possibility to regain your former status. Strangely, the owner’s name is already filled in with a printed line “**** Registry”, meaning that there are a lot of people who make this decision.

“Please duly note that pretty ladies such as you are almost always processed as pleasure slaves, thus by signing the contract, you forbid yourself from the right of choosing your mates. Please also note, that by my kind prediction, you would likely to be the sort of pleasure slaves who barely know idleness,” the receptionist says.

“Thanks for the tip,” you say.

You sign a contract immediately. Just as Elena does.

“Gus, we have some volunteers,” the receptionist says to her communique.

You remain idle for a minute, filled with excitement, then a door opens next to the reception area, and you see three men coming towards you.

“They signed the contract?” the large man at the middle asks. You reckon he is Gus.

“Yes,” she nods.

“Come with us then,” Gus says.

The three men escort you to another room at the side of the hall, called "Equipment Ground”. Gus stays with you at the center. The other two men go for the crates under “Voluntary”, take two bags from the pile, and put them on the ground in front of you.

“Start undressing, ladies,” Gus says.

You do as you are told. Strangely, you can’t help feeling excited as you remove your trousers, bra, jeans, panties, socks, shoes and your necklace. The men laugh as they see your erect nipples. But you cannot help that either. Once you are done, the two men open the bags, and you see a pair of gray straitjackets emerge, alongside with two **** ballet boots with seven-inch heels, two huge ballgags and your leashes. The workers get one of the straitjackets in front of you. You are asked to extend your arms forward, which you do, and they start placing your hands into the arms of the straitjacket, and wrapping your upper body with the rest of the material. You feel the zipper pulled to the center of your back, then the end of the arms are strapped tightly behind you, with an additional strap between your forearms, to further restrict your movement.

As an instinct, you wiggle your arms in their bondage, but this thing is incredibly strict, and you quickly conclude there is no hope of getting out of it. You even get a couple laughs from the guards for trying it. Next, it is your boots that get in place, with seven inch heels, connected by a ten centimeter chain. You are not sure how to walk in them, yet you like them regardless. They are restrictive as fuck! After the boots, you are expecting the enormous gag strapped firmly in your mouth, however you are pushed to your knees instead.

“Open,” Guss says, and he unlocks his zipper.

You open your mouth immediately. Looks like the receptionist wasn’t joking about idleness. Gus has a large cock alright, but you are able to take it in easily, and you start going up and down on it proper. You repeat this for a few strokes, then you lean forward, and you take the entire cock down your throat. You hold it in for a few seconds, then you proceed to let it out, so you could start kissing it and licking it as form of worship. Only to take it back in your mouth seconds later, and start sucking on it proper.

It only takes a minute, and Gus is unable to hold it, shooting his entire load down your throat. “Looks like we gonna make a lot of money with this one,” he adds, and pats you on the head.

He proceeds to take a step back, and let the other two men in front of you. They help you stand up in the ballet boots, then you are bent down, and see another cock presented to you. You happily start sucking it, although you already know what is about to happen: The other man thrusts between your labia lips, and begins to pound you in a nice and rhythmic fashion. In your lust, you almost let the first cock out of your mouth, but luckily you are able to keep it in, and simultaneously entertain both parties. The man pounding you shoots first, filling your inner parts with semen, then the other guy comes as well, sending another glorious load down your throat. Finally you also come, letting out all of your frustration that piled up through this impossible venture.

“Thank you, Master!” you say in excitement.

You glance at the men, smiling, however the show is over. Gus instructs you to open your mouth, and locks your enormous ballgag in place. Next your leash gets attached to the O-ring on your straitjacket’s neck, and your predicament is now completed.

“Glad you joined up,” Gus says, and delivers a huge slap on your ass.

You took a glance at Elena. She looks sad however. Then you realize that she was left idle by the men in this entire time. Which can be quite humiliating for a redhead.

Gus yanks your leash, and starts leading you to the inner part of the complex. Elena is being led by the workers. The two of you can barely walk in the boots, but the men are patient with you, and they also don’t mind if they have to help you out a little. At one point the workers break off, and start leading Elena in a different direction. You stop, however Gus yanks your leash, and mercilessly leads you onward, so you are robbed of the chance of saying goodbye to her.

You keep walking around a hundred meters in the empty corridors when you see a row of cells in front of you. They are small, barely a fit for one person, determined by red forcefields from the outside and from each other. There is a **** in almost all of them, leashed to the ground, blindfolded. Others are empty, but they already have a bowl, some straps, a blindfold, and some other accessory items. Soon you are escorted to one of the empty ones. Gus switches off the forcefield, and helps you in a kneeling position in the middle of the cell. Once you are down, he takes the two gray straps from the ground, and uses them to connect your thighs and your forelegs. Your leash is attached to an O-ring on the floor. Then you see a blindfold raised in front of you, and everything goes dark as it gets locked around your head.

“Be a good pet, and you will have a lot of guys interested in you,” Gus says. You hear a couple footsteps, then you recognize the forcefield being activated. And suddenly you are alone with your thoughts.

Was this a good idea? You ask yourself. You had one hell of a fucking alright, and you hope you would get plenty of action the future. But you also signed a lifelong contract, and now you are locked in a straitjacket, in a confined area, where it is outright impossible to escape from.

Now that your arousal has ceased, you could perhaps rethink your decision. Thing is: Can you actually escape? Or do you have to accept that this is your life going forward?