This story takes place in a parallel world where non-hereditary slavery exists.
What had started as titters during a sleepover had grown over the years into a full-fledged plan. After our post-graduation prom, we would be slaves to the guys for the rest of the weekend. It was hard to tell whose idea it was, as both Jenny and Ash were totally into the idea, Mallory and Bree were interested, while me and Kayla were kind of uncertain. I had had sex with Matt, my boyfriend, but being a 'slave' was a whole new level. I went along anyway, as I didn't want to be excluded. Besides, what is the worst that could happen? It was just role play for a day and a half. One thing we all agreed on, secrecy was absolutely required. Our parents would kill us if they found out, mine in particular.
The 'Slavery Act' as everyone called it had been passed a generation ago, and we all kind of knew about it, but only in general. It wasn't discussed in school, so most of our information came from rumors. I suppose I could have looked into myself, but I had a life to live. As it was, I knew more about the law than most, as my mom was almost a full time advocate for its repeal. That's why I could never let her find out what we were planning.
Abolitionists like her were convinced that women were being enslaved against their will, but supporters pointed out that no one had ever found a slave who agreed with that claim. Estimates were that approximately 0.5% of the female population had agreed to become slaves, and of course some criminals also agreed. Hey, don't do the crime if you can't do the time. At any rate, the Act was still very controversial. One thing the Act was very clear was that no slaves were allowed around kids under 18. The law was so strict, you couldn't even have one in the same house as a kid. As a result, some of us had never even seen one. I had seen one once on a trip to the city, when she was out in her 'slave robes,' an outfit that bore a striking resemblance to a red burka with the face uncovered.
Nonetheless, the concept was there, and I had to admit it did sound kind of hot, not having to study late into the night to keep your grades up, just being at the disposal of a hot, rich master. Not having to think for yourself, just giving in to pleasure. It was not for me, though, I worked hard at school and on soccer, I was driven. I was going to college to learn to help my mom's foundation overturn the law, but I could still see the appeal for some girls. Apparently, 'Slave' parties were a thing at fraternities. Being accused of being 'slave wet' was a slur directed at girls by rude boys, or being told you have a 'slave mentality.' I was grateful that the guys me and my friends were dating weren't immature like that.
Matt, my boyfriend, was great and easy on the eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome. He was 20 of course, as were all the other guys in our senior class. Politicians had finally agreed with the research that boys mature much slower than girls, so guys spent two extra years in middle school. The extra years of schooling had finally closed the test score gap between boys and girls and had resulted in near parity in college enrollment. I found Matt so much nicer than boys my age. If I was going to play slave, Matt would be a great candidate for a master. So I swallowed my vague concerns and played along.
The existence of slave women resulted in a whole industry catering to free women who wanted to toy with the idea, kind of like a vacation from reality. There were all sorts of different 'slave spas' that offered a variety of different experiences, some pretty harsh, others quite soft. It was the latter kind that Ash booked us into. We lied to our parents, telling them we were just going out for a 'girls weekend' at a resort, when in reality we would be getting slave graded and spending a weekend playing slave. No guys, of course, just us girls and the staff.
The spa was actually run by a slave, Sparkle, an incredibly beautiful woman who just oozed sexiness. I'm not even a little gay and I gawked at her. She was dressed in a shimmery red translucent tunic that definitely caught the eye. It was the first time any of us had ever actually met a slave, and she seemed happy with her life. She had been a business executive, MBA and all, before trading it all in to be a slave. Her master had her run the spa while he worked and then...well I guess he used her as he wanted when he got home. She explained that she couldn't 'advise us' to become a slave any more than she could advise us to be straight or gay, that it was something each of us had to decide on her own. While I had no interest in becoming a slave, interacting with her definitely put a new spin on the whole concept.
Sparkle told about 'slave haze,' a mental state that a slave slips into when they embrace their slave soul. It happens when you release yourself from your burdens and live to please your master. Everything just seems right and you feel as if doing the bidding of your master is the best idea ever. It sounded kind of weird, but okay. She also asked that we embrace the role we were playing.
"It's no fun to just dress up and act normal," she said, "While here, get in the mindset of a slave. Live it, believe it, because in a few days you will be going back to your normal life."
It sounded like good advice to me, and I tried my best to imagine that I was actually a slave. Sparkle interviewed us to find out what kind of experience we wanted. Ash wanted to go all out, but Mallory wanted to go easy. Sparkle counseled us that, since it was our first time, we ought to take the easy route, so we agreed. We looked at the brochure and planned out our weekend. Sparkle taught us the basics of slavery, the seven slave poses, including the slave squat. She told us that slaves were to be clean-shaven, no hair below the eyebrows. I had taken care of that already.
She taught us that a slave struts with her eyes down and arms by her side. While a master could have his slave do the poses naked, at this spa I did them in my bikini bottoms. Ash and Jenny did them completely naked. We did have to get totally naked once, and standing completely bare in front of my friends was intimidating, but I endured. I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have to do that in front of a guy...I mean master. Or a real slave grader for that matter. So far only Matt had seen my body.
We also learned about punishments, flogging, spanking and caning. Other, harsher punishments were mentioned but only in passing. At first, I turned down trying them out, but Ash and Jenny each agreed to get caned. In the end the rest of us tried it also. The caning was done bottomless, and holy shit that stung, fortunately just one strike. I couldn't help but stare at the red welt across my bottom, wondering how in the world I would explain it to mom if she saw it.
A big part of the weekend was practicing slave skills. We practiced looking lustfully at our master, rotating the roles of master and slave between us as Sparkle coached. We talked about intimate things, how far we had gone with our boyfriends. So much so I learned that Jenny and Bree had been friends with benefits for about a year. We each got a slave name, and mine was Cummy Cat. The name was based on our own sexual tendencies. In my case, I had admitted I loved the taste of cum, the feeling of a guy cumming in my mouth. Mallory admitted she moaned a lot during sex, so she got the name Moaner, and so on.
One of the major skills we practiced was learning oral techniques. We started at a table with a new dildo still in its box. After opening the boxes, we practiced giving blow jobs. The dildos were incredibly life-like, other than being purple, and had sensors in them that could rate how good you were doing. Sparkle gave us instructions, and as we worked we could track our effectiveness on the screen. It was all new to me; previously, when I had sucked off Matt I pretty much just went at it and had gotten no complaints. Discovering there were ways to improve the experience was interesting and I couldn't wait to try it out on Matt. When you were 'successful' in completing your practice blow-job, a bitter vegan fluid was pumped into your mouth. After a few hours I had learned to conquer my gag reflex.
