Phoebe walks into the room leading Shannon by the leash. Shannon is a sex slave. She is naked except for the iron collar around her neck and a pair of black spiked heel shoes. Shannon’s hands are cuffed behind her back.

Phoebe looks beautiful today.   She is wearing a subdue outfit. Phoebe has a white blouse with buttons on the back and a below the knee navy blue pencil skirt. She is wearing natural colored stockings and she is wearing navy blue high heel shoes with a square heel and round toes.   Her brown hair is pinned up.  Anywhere else she would be the perfect image of the respectable woman. Here she is helping me to keep my sex slave girls in line.

   “I can’t believe I did this,” said Phoebe, “I told her that I was to take her where she could be whipped. Shannon just knelt down and crossed her hands behind her back. She didn’t resist at all!”

I stroked Shannon under the chin. “Shannon is a good slave; she knows how to be obedient.” Shannon smiled.

    I choose Shannon because she is a very submissive and obedient slave. She is in her mid-thirties and of average height.  She has long raven hair to the middle of her back and has green eyes.  Shannon has nice boobs that just now are beginning to sag. She has a good figure and nice legs and ass and a deep voice that she rarely uses. I won her in a raffle. She has been a sex slave for over 15 years and enjoys the lifestyle. She knows what is expected of her. Shannon is intelligent enough to understand your orders and obediently follows them.

    “Why are we whipping her?” Phoebe asked, “What has she done wrong?”

   “Nothing, this is an exercise in authority.  According to the law and the contract she signed, I have full authority over her body.  I can punish her as I please. A good master will flog a slave just to remind her who is the master and who is the slave.” I whispered into Shannon’s ear, “With some slaves, it is part of foreplay.” Shannon smiled.

I ordered Shannon to walk over to the far side of the room and to pick up a flogger with her mouth and bring it back to me. Then I tapped her on the ass. The tap on the ass is the signal to the slave to carry out her orders.

“This is so exciting to watch!” I knew Phoebe would like this.

My name is Harmon Ernest. I am a professional slave trainer.  I try to find plain women and turn them into beauties to be sold at the highest bidder. I do not kidnap them off the street. There are so many volunteers that it is not worth the effort. Business is good for there are many uses for a sex slave.

Anyone who wants to become a sex slave must sign a contract for 13 months. They are stripped of all clothes, medically examined, registered, branded and renamed by the owner. The sex slaves are injected with a serum that will make them sterile for a year.  While I specialized in women, there are others who own or train male slaves or men and women together.

Only licensed owners can buy slaves. You have to pass a training course to get your license.

Sexual slavery was legalized over thirty years ago. It is a long complicated story on why and how it was legalized.  Since I have been doing this for years, many college students will interview me as part of research for some paper they are writing.  Phoebe was different. While others are shocked to see the sex slavery system up close, she just smiled.  I let her observe our operation and she seems to be enjoying herself.

   Shannon picked up a flogger with her mouth, and walked back. She knelt at my feet.

“I am amazed that she does that. How did you train her?” Phoebe innocently asked.

“It takes years of training and hard work.”  I took the flogger from Shannon and ordered her to walk to the whipping post. Shannon gracefully walk to the whipping post and waited for my next orders. Shannon has been through this before many times and knows what to do. I warned Phoebe to stand back in case Shannon resists.

“Resist, Master? You would easily overpower me if I tried.” Shannon looks over her shoulder at Phoebe, “Or do you want to put on a show for that girl.” She gives me a wink.

“Total submission will be fine. I want her to see what total submission looks like. “

“You should give me some extra strokes for talking without your permission.”

“I may. Your master will decide that.”

“As you wish, Master, I am here to give you pleasure.” 

I cuffed her ankles to the post.  Shannon stands with her legs apart. The area between the legs is a sand box. I leaned on Shannon to pin her to the post while I unlock the cuffs on her hands, and then lock each hand to a cuff on the post. Shannon is now facing the post with her hands locked above her head. I tell Phoebe about how I will flog Shannon.  While doing so, I fondle one of Shannon’s breasts. Shannon is enjoying this.  I invite Phoebe to come over and touch the bound Shannon. Phoebe does not hesitate. She rubs Shannon’s back and Shannon seems to enjoy this. I reach down between her legs and finger Shannon’s love hole. Shannon moans with pleasure for I know she loves this. I tell Phoebe that I make sure the sex slave is always wet before I flog them Phoebe reaches in and fingers Shannon. Shannon has the most beautiful smile on her face.

Now it is time for the flogging. I tell Phoebe that I will only give Shannon twelve strokes. I put the first on Shannon’s naked back. It hits with a loud whack.  Shannon lets out a little scream and shakes. She knows it is a light stroke, but wants to put on a show for Phoebe. Shannon then shouts, “Thank You, Master. I deserve this.”

Phoebe asks, “Why does she say that”

“The decision to flog a sex slave is always right. The master has the right to flog any sex slave. I make sure the sex slave knows this and I make them say it. You cannot ask for a better display of power over a slave by having her thank you for flogging her.”  

I lay twelve strokes and Shannon. The first ones are on her bare back and then on her ass. The last stroke goes between her legs on her love lips.  My strokes are light and Shannon knows it. After being hit she shrieks and strains against her bonds and then thanks me for flogging her. Shannon is putting on a show for Phoebe.  I can see by the smile on Shannon’s face that she feels superior to Phoebe. Shannon is so beautiful that a man owns her. While a free woman like Phoebe must take care of herself, a strong master must care and guard sex slave Shannon. All Shannon has to do is to endure a few floggings, and not let the master know how much she enjoys it  and to moan with pleasure anytime he balls her. Life is easy and pleasant for the sex slave which is why they feel superior to free women.

“Shannon needs a few more strokes.” Shannon has the biggest smile on her face. I give the flogger to Phoebe and tell her to put three big ones on Shannon. Shannon is shocked by this statement and struggles to escape from her bonds.  I expected this; Female Sex Slaves hate to be flogged by a free female. Sex slaves believe that women are too emotional and will lose control and harm them.  The only sex slaves that I know that have ever been seriously injured were by their female owners. Male masters are always in control and only flog their slaves as an act of love.

“No, Master, No, I beg of you!” Shannon shouts.  I repeat the order to Phoebe.  “Master, only licensed individuals can flog a slave.” I laugh. “Wrong Shannon, only licensed individuals can own you. Any free person can flog you.  All sex slaves know or should know that if they run away anyone can flog them and screw and then send then to a real jail.  This helps to keep them in line.  I take a heavier flogger from the rack on the wall and lay a hard stroke on Shannon’s bare ass. She shouts loudly and pulls at her bonds.

“The Mistress will lay three hard ones on your ass and I will make sure you will thank her, or else.” Shannon sheepishly looks down and says, “Yes, Master.”  I know Shannon feels better knowing that I will be watching to make sure Phoebe doesn’t harm her.

Phoebe lays a stroke on the bare back of Shannon. It is a very light stroke and then stands back and giggles. Shannon says, “Thank you, Mistress, I deserved that.”

“I can’t believe I did than on another human being.” Phoebe said.  I reminded Phoebe that sex slave is not legal human beings. They signed their human rights away. They are registered as domestic animals with the department of Agriculture.  I show Phoebe how to better hold the flogger and how to properly stand. Phoebe lays in two more strokes. They are heavier than the first one but still lighter than what any man would have inflicted. By this time, Shannon is crying. These are real tears. Shannon has been shamed by being flogged by a free woman. I warn Phoebe to stand back while I unlock Shannon’s bonds, because she may attack. There is little to fear from this. Shannon knows what will happen to her if she attacks a free person. I order Shannon on to her hands and knees and lock a leash on to her collar. Phoebe watches this with amazement.

“I cannot believe how exciting this was! Now I know why masters are always flogging their slaves. Can I give her one more?

“No!” Shannon screams out loudly and collapses, sobbing hysterically. I tell Phoebe, “No more, Shannon’s skin is too tender from the hard strokes you laid on her.”

“I didn’t realize how hard I hit her, “ said Phoebe.

“You will learn in time how to control your strength.”

   Shannon was sobbing not because of the pain of the flogging, but because of the shame of enduring a flogging from a woman. I ordered Phoebe to lay a few strokes   as part of an exercise of my authority over Shannon.  My sex slaves have been having it too easy. Outside of doing a little housekeeping, I do not demand too much from my sex slaves.  I flog them and ball them, but they enjoy that. Receiving a few strokes from a free woman reminds them that they are sex slaves.

I ordered Shannon to crawl on her hands and knees to the room with an open door. Shannon was greatly relieved. She knew what was going to happen next and she would not be flogged anymore today by a free woman.    I told Phoebe to visit Caroline and to bring a whip with her and to take Caroline to the private room and enjoy her.

I went into the room where Shannon was. She was kneeling by the bed. I comfort her and gently rubbed her back and ass. Shannon smiled when I did that.  I ordered her on to the bed and told her to stay on her hands and knees. Then I dropped my pants and rammed my erection into her from behind, doggy style. She gave out a loud moan and then gave out a loud “ah” every time I put my hard one in and pounded until I climaxed. Then we collapsed into the bed I held her in my arms as we rested.

Phoebe later would tell me what she did with sex slave Caroline.

Caroline is the name I gave to a sex slave that I am holding in storage. If her owner does not claim her in 5 days, I will be her new owner.  She is a petite freckled face girl in her early 20’s with straight strawberry blond hair past her shoulders. She has small breasts and a flat ass, but her legs have a nice shape. I keep her in a cell by herself and one of the girls visits her for a few hours. Lately, Phoebe has been her visitor.  This is the second time that Caroline has been in the iron collar.  It has not gone well for Caroline. Her owner did not pay much for her and lost interest in her.

Caroline enjoys Phoebe’s visits. It is due to Caroline’s inexperience that she does not fear free woman the way the other experienced girls do.  I know they give each other slave kisses and then fondle and touch each other. Slave kisses are where you kiss on the mouth and the tongue penetrates into the other person’s mouth.

This is not lesbianism. A sex slave has signed away her right of consent. She does whatever act the master decides will give him pleasure. If he orders two sex slaves to lick each other’s cunt, they must do so. When free women enjoy a female sex slave it is not lesbianism, because the sex slave is not a woman. She is a registered domestic animal.

Phoebe told Caroline that she would take her to the private room for her enjoyment. Caroline immediately turned around and crossed her hands behind her back so that Phoebe could bind them. Phoebe told Caroline that she had other plans. Caroline saw the whip that Phoebe had and thought she understood what Phoebe wanted.  After the door cell opened, Caroline walked a few steps and then bent down, spread her legs and grabbed her ankles. “I am ready for my flogging, Mistress.”

“This is not I planned, Caroline, dear.”

“I deserve to be flogged. All sex slaves can be flogged by a master or mistress for any reason. How many strokes are you planning to give me?”

Phoebe hesitated for she was not used to making decisions like this. “I will give you a dozen good ones?”

“Thank you Mistress. That will be enough. You may start.”

Phoebe put a stroke on Caroline’s bare ass. Caroline screams and then says, “Thank you Mistress, I deserved that.”  Phoebe lays down more strokes.  After a stroke, Caroline says, “Thank you Mistress, I deserved that extra stroke.”

“I am sorry. I lost count.” Phoebe apologized.

“The Mistress did not lose count. The mistress gave me an extra stroke because I deserve it. A mistress never makes a mistake when flogging a sex slave.”

“I have something more in mind. Stand up, Slave Caroline and walk into the private room.”

Phoebe asked slave Caroline to sit beside her on the bed. Phoebe describes the flogging of Shannon and her flogging. Then Phoebe asked Caroline to flog her! Caroline was shocked by this request. She explained that she did not know how to use a flogger. Caroline suggested that she spank Phoebe. Phoebe liked the idea. Phoebe took off all on her clothes and lay on Caroline’s lap.  Caroline suggested that Phoebe say thank you after every stroke. As I was walking by I heard a slap on a bare ass and Phoebe’s voice saying “Thank you, sex slave Caroline. I deserved this.”  There were more slaps on the ass.  There was a pause and Phoebe thanked  her again.  Then the two fell into a Sapphic embrace. I heard moans of pleasure from both of them.

I have Phoebe here for a reason. Female sex slaves must be submissive to both free men and women. Since my sex slaves are always in the presence of men, they forget that they must also submit to free women like Phoebe.  The presence of Phoebe reminds them of that.

I was watching on the monitor. I had ordered Phoebe to bring Slave Catherine to me. She is my First Girl. The First Girl is the master’s leading sex slave. She is to help him keep the other sex slaves in line.  I have owned Catherine many times and have sold her. This time I bought her because she just finished a term in prison. She was unhappy with her master. He was only banging her once a day. Catherine stole a coat and then ran away. She ran to me. I did what any good master would do, I flogged her and then banged her and turned her over to the authorities. The sentenced her to 8 months in jail.  In jail, a sex slave has fewer rights than a prisoner. She serviced all the guards and she was the bitch to many a bull.  I know sex slaves do that all the time. The complaint is that prisoners are so mean to them. At the completion of her sentence she was flogged and sold to the highest bidder. I also bought Heather that day.

She is the only woman I have ever given the name Catherine to.  Catherine was wearing red spike high heel dress pumps with pointed toes and a white bow on the front. Catherine eyes scanned Phoebe’s outfit. Phoebe was wearing a white floral knee length dress. The dress has short sleeves and a v neckline. It is buttoned in the front. Phoebe is wearing white sling back high heel shoes and tan stockings.   Phoebe was wearing a colorful scarf around her neck. Catherine told Phoebe how pretty she looked in her outfit.  Phoebe smiled and then listened some more as Catherine complimented her style. Phoebe is just learning to control sex slaves. Slaves must ask permission to talk. Phoebe should have ordered Catherine to be silent and enforce that command with a stroke of the whip. She could have also put a gag in Catherine’s mouth.

Phoebe ordered Catherine to turn around so that she could cuff her hands behind her back.  Catherine instead moved in very close to Phoebe and gently rubbed her back. She whispered into Phoebe’s ear, “when are you going to join us?’

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Catherine is now rubbing her naked body against Phoebe. “Become a sex slave like me. Put on the iron collar and stand naked to the world.”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t you want to be beautiful? I know I am beautiful. A man paid good money to own me. He takes care of me. All I have to do is call him master and open my legs for him or for any other master present and moan with pleasure when they fuck you.  When you shake your tits it will put a smile on their face and if you look down, you will see the master’s cock get hard. You should experience the freedom of sex slavery.”

Catherine is now unbuttoning the front buttons on Phoebe’s blouse. I see this on the monitor. I know that Phoebe has never experienced this before; Catherine likes to force herself on others. Catherine knows that sex slaves are expected to be sexually aggressive. The worse punishment for them is a whipping, and sex slaves usually enjoy that a little too much.

I go on the intercom. “Phoebe, hurry up and bring Catherine. Catherine immediately backs away and holds her hands behind her back. Phoebe cuffs her hands and locks the leash on her neck and orders Catherine to start walking. “Think about it, Phoebe, masters will pay good money to own you.”

Phoebe is too inexperienced to tell Catherine to be silent, so she talks on and on. The minute Catherine is led into my presence she stops talking.  I order Catherine to walk to the other side of the room and to pick up a whip with her mouth and bring it to me. She does this. I ordered Catherine to stand by the whipping frame.  I talk to Phoebe about whipping.  I review the correct way to stand and how to swing the whip.

I order Phoebe to bind Catherine to the post. This time I will use a T shaped post. Catherine has to stand with her arms straight out.  Phoebe locks the cuffs on the ankles of Catherine, so that Catherine will not run away. After Phoebe unlocks the cuffs on her hands, Catherine brings her hands up and positions them so that they can easily be locked on to the vertical bar. Catherine has done this many tines and she knows what to do.  Catherine talks in a soft voice to Phoebe how beautiful she feels and how much she enjoys being a sex slave. 

I check the bonds, Catherine in now secured to the post.

“Open, Catherine.”

“My legs are open, Master.”

“Not your legs, your face cunt.”

Catherine opens her mouth. I put a ball gag in it and lock it on. “You have been talking too much today. For that you wear a gag and receive 15 strokes.”   

I give Phoebe the whip and tell her to start flogging. There is a look of fear in Catherine’s eyes. Like all female sex slaves, she fears being whipped by a free woman. She is pulling at her bonds and letting out a muffled scream through the gag.

Phoebe lays the first stroke on Catherine’s bare back. Phoebe has been practicing so her strokes are accurate. The strength of her strokes are weak. She is hesitant. It takes a while to develop a feel for whipping. It is good that Phoebe is being gentle. Catherine is my property and I do not want to see her damaged.  Catherine doesn’t feel that way. She shakes and pulls against her bonds after each stroke, and she screams as loud as she can through the gag. It is not the physical pain inflicted on her that is causing her distress, for the strokes are light. It is the shame of being whipped by a woman.

After a few strokes, I tell Phoebe to stand back and pause. Catherine starts to urinate. Catherine is standing on a sand box which absorbs the urine. Later she will clear it up. I assure Phoebe that this is normal. Many times a sex slave loses control of their bladder when they are whipped for the first time or if they are whipped by a woman. I tell Phoebe to continue. A few more strokes are landed on Catherine’s bare ass. Catherine starts crying.

“Catherine is crying. Should I stop?”

“No, sex slaves do this all the time. You just have to get used to it.”

Phoebe puts the last strokes on Catherine.

“Catherine,” I command, “When you are released from the post, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees into the room, crawl on the bed and wait for me. If you attack Phoebe, I will put you back on the post and let Phoebe whip you some more. Do you understand?’

Catherine nodded her head. I slapped her on the ass and she crawled into the bedroom. I didn’t watch for I knew that she would obey.

Phoebe asked me if she could lay a few strokes on Caroline. I gave her a light whip. I knew I could trust her to not damage my livestock.

Catherine was kneeling on her hands and knees on the bed. Her legs were open and she was looking straight ahead. I gave her back a rubdown for a few minutes. Then I dropped my pants and put my hard on into her. I pushed, and she moaned until I popped.  Then we lay down together.

“When is Phoebe going to join us in the collar? You can see it in her eyes that she wants to do this.  You could make a lot of money selling her.”

“She hasn’t asked about it and besides I need someone to help me to keep you cunts in line. “Catherine smiles when I said that.

Catherine and I then listened as Phoebe flogged Caroline in the other room.

“Please Mistress, don’t flog me. Can’t you get a man to do it?”

“Quiet, slave,” The stroke went down. “You get five more for talking without permission.”

I cannot afford to lose such a good assistant.