Maidslaves Mark Makes A Purchase

To the fans of the

Mike & Lora's Loan

series, updates are coming: the last section just suffered from a severe case of the re-writes! In lieu of that update comes this self-contained story.

Disclaimer

All characters are legal adults in the jurisdictions presented, and in any case are 18+.

This story revolves around a universe where there is legal slavery either voluntary or by debt-based indenture.

Consent is paramount! Slavery is bad. Historical and race-based slavery was exceptionally bad. Modern slavery, in all forms is bad and should be condemned.

The concept of "legal slavery" and "self-indenture" is a fictional erotica topic with BDSM themes and should be taken lightly, not as a serious presentation of any desirable future. I'm borrowing the universes well presented on Literotica without consent or knowledge of the prior authors: I beg their indulgence.

This story employs themes of non-consent/reluctance, mind control/hypnosis, slavery, bondage, submission, control, and Domination.

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"Welcome to MaidSlaves, where Slaves are Maid not born!" She said as Mark entered the brightly lit foyer. He jumped a little as the maid standing next to the door leapt to life with a polite smile as she shut the door quietly behind him.

"Um, hi? Hi," coughed out Mark as he approached the receptionist her smile still wide. 'Rachael' stood out in black on the brilliant gold of her name tag.

"Come right over here hon, that's it," her face seemed to brighten even further as he got closer, what was more it seemed genuine. He felt himself relax. "Can I have your name?"

"Mark," he said quietly.

"Mark, welcome! Now tell me, are we buying or submitting today?"

"S-s-ssubm--?! What? Buy. Buying," he coughed again "I'm here to buy a maid..." He got flushed. "Sorry, that's not true. I'm budgeting for a Maid Slave," he concluded, slowly regaining his composure and remembering the reason he'd come. "I'm starting a new job next week and I'll have a little extra income, I was wondering how much a payment plan for a maid Slave would cost?"

"Of course Sir, I'd be happy to help you with whatever you desire," she winked, "but prices aren't quite so straightforward, there's a few details to work out to establish your cost." Mark nodded.

"Duration of service, customizations, it all factors into the pricing... Obviously lifetimes indentures are quite pricey, but a lot of folks see themselves in a collar for a few years and those maids are much more affordable."

"What sort of customizations?" Asked Mark his eyes wide.

Rachael raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you know: personality types, intelligence levels, sex drive..." Mark shifted uncomfortably in his seat as she said this, "clothing material: satin, latex, or leather; maid outfit type, hairstyle, colour: it's all customizable. Clients can even decide whether their slave can speak!"

"You can make the slave smarter or dumber depending on what a client asks for?! Woahh, that's crazy!"

"Oh hon, I learned a long time ago in this business not to question why people want what they want: my job is to connect people with their slave-dream," she said in a breathy tone. "Maid slaves are here to serve their Master's desires." Mark shifted again.

"You meant dream-slave, right? Connect people with their dream slave...?" Asked Mark timidly.

"Mhm. Of course silly, that's what I said." She answered innocently. "Of course we connect those who are hot for the collar--either openly or secretly--to become their best maid Slave self too..

"Now tell Rachael all about it sugar pie," she swatted Mark's hand playfully across the desk. "When you think of a perfect maid, what do you see in your mind? Is she demure, shy, and deferential? Is she saucy and bratty? Is she a silly little bimbo who can barely do her job? Or maybe you think a perfect maid is devoxed and in a constant state of arousal...?" Her eyes were like fire lights burning into Mark.

"M-m-maids should be demure, and obedient, very horny, and-and-and a little stupid..." Mark stuttered out. Scarcely heard was a stifled tittering chuckle from the maid by the door.

"Very well-done Markie! I'm glad you were able to articulate your desires," she shifted to a satisfied smirk, "once we know someone's desires it's just so much easier to connect people to their dreams.

"Maid, come stand by the desk here so we can see you better." Rachael bid the maid.

"Now look closely at Maid 8816," she directed Mark, "look at her uniform--shes wearing the black satin classic with back bow--her hair, even her proportions." Rachael gestured at Maid 8816's chest and hips. "This is just one example of what one of our trained maids can look like."

Mark stared, awestruck at her perfect figure, drawn into sharp relief by her proximity. She kept her hands behind her back and swayed, smiling playfully at Mark.

"Can you see yourself inside a maid like her for example?" She gestured at the maid up and down while Mark didn't know where to look. "But there's so many types, come come, you simply must see our other inventory!"

As she strode towards the door behind the reception desk, she waved Mark forward as the maid gently propelled him forward with one hand on his left wrist and another pushing in the small of his back. Her heels clicked on the floor as Mark was guided towards the fateful door.

Inside the door was an innocent-looking white hallway, with grey marble-look i situational tiles. Off from the hallway were numbered doors that were in various colours: black, greys, pastels, and a few doors in scarlet red.

"Where would you prefer to start? Would you want to see where maids receive their pleasure training? Obedience? Maybe you would prefer we started in domestic proficiency? Or perhaps take a peak into our medical facilities?..." She raised an eyebrow at Mark.

"Medical facilities?" He asked puzzled.

"Oh my yes! Why don't we start there?" Rachael asked rhetorically as she beckoned Mark to follow towards a blue door partway down the long hallway. Opening the door, there was a pristine medical clinic, mostly empty now aside from a maid receiving an injection from a friendly-looking nurse.

"A lot of our magic happens here. Depending on the releases on the slave's indenture we deliver different levels of modifications to meet Masters' needs. Breast augmentation, reduction, hip implants, Botox, hormones, we wield various weapons against birth here. We have some of the most advanced body modification tools on the planet available here, all to modify our maids into their dream."

Mark idly fingered the foot-cup of a pair of leg rests. Seeing his interest, Rachael explained, "Yes, they lay there strapped down while the doctor and nurse provide for Masters what nature denied the maids." Mark's pulse and breathing quickened.

"So, feel free to imagine your maid however you'd like! Tall, small, feminine, burly, whatever! Maybe you prefer that the breasts are bigger? Flat chested?" She winked lasciviously.

"I think a nice pair of healthy, natural-but-lucky breasts look best on a woman." Mark said to his shoes.

"I couldn't agree more! You don't want to overload your frame you know?" She grabbed her own chest for emphasis. "With nice full lips I imagine?"

At this Mark objected, "No, a cute little mouth on a cute little maid fits well."

"Too right you are Markie!" She touched his arm affectionately, as she tapped a few things into a tablet. "Would you like to see obedience training next?"

"Uh, um..." Mark blushed "I think you mentioned there was 'Pleasure training'?"

"I did indeed! I'm

so

glad you're showing such an interest," beamed Rachael. She ushered them out of the medical room, shutting it's Starfleet-blue door behind them. Going to a red door across the hall, she once again beckoned Mark over. "Come," she said simply.

[...]

The change in sound once Rachael had opened the heavy red door was striking. Of course,

striking

was one of the sounds you heard. There was a vicious whip-crack of a riding crop on human flesh accompanied by an animalistic moan of desire. This was a rhythmic punctuation to a cacophony of cries and moans that ranged from the plaintive, to the primal, the painful, and the orgasmic.

Then there was the smell.

The odour of a thousand different pheromones interacting with the sweat and love smells of the maids being trained and their trainers was an assault on the nostrils almost as much as the sound was to the ears.

"Are you ready for this?" asked Rachael with a devil's glint in her eye.

"Yes ma'am!" replied Mark. He wasn't sure where the 'ma'am' had come from, but in the moment it just felt right.

"Come then," commanded Rachael as she threw wide the door.

In the centre of the room was a maid with her skirt flipped up, her panties missing, astride a sybian saddle-like contraption. Visible and audibly buzzing was a vibrator placed against her rosebud. Her arms pinned behind her in an armbinder, she squealed into a gag and squirmed. Her squiggling motion made the satin of her blue and white made uniform shimmer in the florescent lighting of the dungeon.

"Please ignore her: she's got

hours

left to go..." explained Rachael as she patted the maid's knee, who looked back with a begging expression on her gagged face. "And she's learning to

love

it." The maid squealed as Rachael turned up the vibrator two notches. Rachael smiled at the squirming maid, "She's learning a lot right now. About pleasure: hah! They always think they understand pleasure when they arrive here... She's also learning about regret: she's regretting the choices she made that led her to this..."

"She signed up for this?!" Mark was incredulous, but there was a defeated look in the maid's eye.

"Oh yes... She's regretting her choices right now, but I guarantee she'll regret not breaking sooner once she finally let's go..." Rachael let a finger caress the bound maid's face as she made a pouty face at her. There was a warning look in the maid's eyes flashed at Mark, but he was too mesmerized by the dungeon to notice.

In the far-left corner was a latex maid in pink was providing a trainer oral service. The trainer was tall, fair of complexion, and with short brown hair combed to the side. In one hand he held a riding crop he used to tap his maid's bottom to correct her technique, while the other handheld that same maid as she serviced him. The muscles under his tight black shirt flexed as he twitched under her ministrations: clearly this wasn't her first lesson. He wore loose shorts that were swaying with her rhythm.

What provided the bulk of the noise and visual distraction though was the maid wearing a pink satin classic maid uniform being double-ended by a pair of older men in the same trainer uniforms. With each thrust, the trainer at the back spanked the maid so hard it sent ripples through her body. Correspondingly she moaned at the stimulation while she kept her focus on providing oral pleasure to her other Master.

"This one's nearly finished. Maid 8799 has truly exceeded at her pleasure slut training. She's now learning to merge pleasure and pain so her pleasure in being abused is genuine." Rachael had an approving air as she described the slave breaking of Maid 8799. "We're very proud of our results here."

"So, the maids come out completely trained in sexual service?" inquired Mark in what he thought was an innocent tone.

"Precisely, every maid with our collar on is trained in general sexual service—plus any customizations, of course." As Rachael explained the trainer getting the blowjob service gave Mark a slow wink.

"Is there any

particular

sexual act you believe your dream maid must perform?" she raised a pointed eyebrow. "No judgement, everyone's different."

"Well... I guess, my dream maid really doesn't have her own limits, she just needs to meet you know mine, I guess..." Mark trailed off, not wanting to continue.

"Obviously a maid should conform to her Master's desires, but it's often easier to mold a maid that already has a—shall we say—predilection for similar things?... If, say, I don't know, you had a preference for oral sex over say, anal sex, that's definitely some criteria MaidSlaves is great at handling! But maybe there's something more specific? Kinky? Sky's the limit Markie!" she bubbled.

"I guess just normal vanilla stuff then..." supplied Mark.

"Right... Of course... I'll put in the basics for now and if anything, ah,

comes

to you later on we can edit it," offered the ever-helpful Rachael. "For now, why don't we visit some of the other areas?" she steered him back to the hall. "Let's take a swing by auctions... This is where most of our maids end up sold. Custom pre-orders are often handled separately, but customers have enough preferences for us to hold auctions just like they do at the big slave houses..."

[...]

Pushing open a heavy oaken door, there was a dull susurration of auction business being conducted in the far end. Between the door and the auction floor was what seemed like a bizarrely-recruited squadron. Formed in a square of military precision was a collection of 15 maids in a variety of outfits. Every one of their necks bore the silken collar and pendant of MaidSlaves.

Many stood in demure silence, a couple teased Mark openly, and two simply drooled wordlessly over their enlarged breasts. Some were clad in PVC and latex, about five were in various types of leather, most of the rest were in shimmering satin in an array of colours dotted with black.

Rachael walked Mark through the rows of the maids pointing out their various customizations. She invited him to feel several of them, maids darting silent, knowing glances at him as his hands roamed their bodies. They finally came to the centre where there was a single void.

Rachael ensured that there was always a void left for curious clients that were clearly hot for the collar. She'd been 80% sure back in reception when he hadn't inspected the entry maid thoroughly, but now she was dialling in close to 95% certainty. She just needed to apply the right pressure and this egg would

hatch

.

"Yes, right here is where they stand, unsure of their future..." she guided him to the spot. "Surrounded by fellow MaidSlaves, they know they've been trained to be someone's deep desire, and now they just have to wait until the gavel falls and their future is decided."

Mark gulped as he looked around. All he could see from where he was, were the bright lights overhead and the maids flanking him in every direction. He could still hear the auction, but all he could see was satin, latex, leather, and bows everywhere. "They must be terrified..." Mark said in awe.

"Terrified yes, but do you smell that? They're also

excited!

Slaves never forget being sold and none ever forget the orgasm they climax to doing it." She waved a hand dismissively. Mark looked up at the maids around him on their high heels and breathed deep. He

could

smell it. "I mean, can you imagine the excitement of knowing your whole life will be under someone else's control in mere moments, knowing that at any minute

your

number will be called..." several of the maids were quivering with excitement at her words—Mark was squirming too.

"Pre-order maids aren't auctioned of course, but they need to be graded just the same, that's why we have a standard slave-grading area..." she pulled Mark around a corner to where maids were suspended from chains and spreader bars. About a half-dozen were along each side, some wide-eyed in fear and thrill, some shifting their legs as they tried to relieve their arousal at being displayed.

The maids were in uniform, but had been stripped to the waist, their skirts hiked up & pinned, and their panties removed. You could see what sort of uniform each maid had to wear, but their most critical slave assets were on display. The room was strangely quiet, as the slaves were all de-voxed for grading, but there were still whimpers and moans, along with the low, simple chatter of the slave graders going about their business.

As was tradition, members of the public were here to tease, arouse, and exhibit the slaves. Mostly young men just old enough to come, there were a few people too poor to afford a slave who had come to sample what they would never have.

Mark and Rachael walked down the row past the first few slaves being teased with hands stroking their labias and pinching their nipples, the stream of she-slut-juice cascading down their legs. They came to a cute maid in a blue satin classic French maid outfit strung up with no one paying them much attention. Her skirt wasn't even pinned up yet.

"Would you care to have a feel? It's a traditional part of their slave grading. It helps to get them worked up before the graders get to them..." she explained. Mark had been to a slave grading once when he'd turned eighteen, but he'd been too nervous to get in amongst the graders and cop a feel. But it was much quieter here and now and he was being presented with a golden opportunity.

He traced a finger down the maid's chest and around her petite B-cup breasts. Her chest twitched as she gasped in a breath, here eyes suddenly locked on his own. Taking his other hand, he started to trace gentle circles around her breasts, gently flicked the tip of her nipples. He was rewarded with whimpering gasping noises from the de-voxed maid, and a sex-drunk smile on her face.

He reached his right hand down under her skirts and felt some warm fleshy lumps he did not expect. With drawing his hand in shock he turned to Rachael confused.

"Oh you didn't know?" she asked coyly, "It's like I said, MaidSlaves are where Slaves are Maid, haha, we don't expect our maids to come here as perfect maids, we expect to make them. We can make almost

anyone

a maid here, whether they want to or not..." she finished cryptically. Presently she pinned the maid's skirt up so Mark could see it's small package.

"Why don't you keep going though? She's been such a good girl in her training, it'd be a shame to ruin her grading now. Rub her clitty Mark. Tease the maid. Make her desperate for it..." The last parts had been given as a direction, not a request, but Mark hardly noticed.

Almost in a trance he gently stroked the clitty of the maid. There was a message in her eyes as she kept her gaze locked on them, but Mark couldn't understand what it might be. Instead, he kept up his teasing until her cock was double it's small length and twitching in the air.

"Oh, look at

that

! That's just

perfect

, look how well you did that! You're a natural Markie!" approved Rachael as she petted his arm. Mark blushed furiously, he'd never touched another set of male genitals before and looking at the maid, he still wasn't sure he had. He couldn't deny the swelling of his own member though, he knew he'd be lucky if he didn't stain his pants with pre-cum before he got out of here.

"Now, do we need to swing by obedience training? Did you need to see some of our brainwashing stations where we mold our assets minds? Maybe take a turn with a Dominante maid and feel the swish of her spank?" Rachael's expression was anything but playful now, it was clear she was dead serious.

"N-n-no... I don't need to see anything like... like that." Gulped Mark.

Something in this place was getting to him, he assumed it was all the erotic displays, but he worried it was something else altogether. Sensing her time to strike was nigh, Rachael took Mark's hand and silently pulled him back to the hallway. "No problem, you can trust in our trainers: they ensure a maid never leaves here without the right mindset. Now, there's just one more area I want to show you hon..."