The Transition

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The Transition

"So this is the place that makes them so submissive?" Lesley asked.

"Yes." Max said as he led her into the clinic. "The girls get a little operation then they're submissives for life. And I know the people here. Let me show you around."

He led her past the front desk and through a waiting area. Glancing around, Lesley saw that some of the waiting women didn't look happy to be there. Some looked very anxious and others appeared as if they had been crying.

Then they were walking down a corridor and Lesley felt comfortable asking a question.

"Are you sure all the submissives are volunteers?" Lesley asked.

"Yes, in a way." Max laughed. "You see if a girl gets too deeply in debt here her creditors can demand she come here, undergo the treatment, then be sold or rented out to pay the debt."

"You call that volunteering?" Lesley gasped.

"In a way it is." Max said, speaking in a reassuring tone. "No one makes them go into debt. If they go on welfare they'll get their basic needs met without risking a trip here. They chose to get more debt than they could repay so they chose to come here. Some of them even make a game of it. Seeing how close they can flirt with defaulting without doing it."

"A game?" Lesley asked, wondering if she would ever play it.

Max stopped at a door that had a glass window in it.

"Hey, this is where they keep the fresh girls." Max announced. "Look at them. Most have never been whipped or even spanked and they don't want it but now that they're submissives they have to accept it. And to like it."

"Really?"

"Really. Want to give a submissive her first taste of what the rest of her life will be like?" Max asked. "Don't worry, I know the people here. It's okay."

Max opened the door and guided Lesley through it. Inside were four women dressed in baby doll sleepwear with vacant expressions on their faces.

Then Lesley gasped.

"I knew that one! She was on the plane with me. She was talking about what she'd do with a submissive and diddling herself while she talked about it. She didn't say she wanted to be a submissive! I think her name is Kari."

The woman glanced over at the mention of her name.

Max smiled.

"Kari, do you want to be spanked?" Max asked.

"No master."

"Come over here and your new mistress will spank you. Do you want that?" Max continued.

"No master." Kari answered, but she obeyed his orders.

Max guided Lesley to chair and then guided Kari over the woman's lap.

"Kari, I want you to squirm and wiggle all you want." Max told the girl. "But I don't want you to try to get off of her lap. In fact I want you to work to stay there."

"Yes master."

"Go ahead, spank her."

Lesley paused only long enough to bare Kari's bottom globes, then she lifted her hand, bringing it down hard on Kari's right bottom cheeks. The girl gasped, but didn't protest or struggle. Encourage, Lesley smacked Kari's left cheek, then let loose with a flurry of rapid smacks. Lesley's hand was stinging a bit, but she wasn't sure how she could stop spanking the unresisting girl.

Then Max stopped her and guided her hand between Kari's legs.

"Feel how wet she is." Max urged. "She says she doesn't want this but her body craves pain and discipline more than cock. Now do you want me to find you something to spank with? Because it's not fair to ask you to wear out your hand."

"A hairbrush." Lesley suggested, moving her fingers in the squirming woman. "A nice big black wooden one if you can get it."

"They don't keep those in this room, but I'll be right back. Until then keep spanking and fingering her." Max instructed as he headed for the door. "Or any of them. They are here for your pleasure. Use any mouth or hole you want."

Lesley brought her sticky fingers down, but after Max's parting words she wasn't sure if she wanted to just spank. Her fingers went back in Kari then wondered why the submissive should be having all the fun.

Lesley undid her slacks, wishing that she was in a skirt. After a moment's hesitation she took them off and shed her thong to give Kari's mouth unrestricted access. It felt weird to feel the girl's tears on her thighs but after a moment Lesley decided that she liked that feeling.

By the time the door opened again, Lesley's clothes were scattered around the room. She was mixed in a pile of limbs, glowing contentedly from the efforts of the four submissives. With her face turned away from the door she didn't know it had opened or that she wasn't alone in the room until she felt the pinch of a needle. In that instant the lights went away.

Lesley came to in a strange room. It took moments, long moments, for her surrounding to kick in. She was in an operating room. She was naked, strapped to an operating table, in the operating of the submissive clinic!

"No!" Lesley screamed. "Not me! I don't want to be submissive! I want to spank, not be spanked."

She kept screaming that until a nurse came by and forced a gag into her mouth.

"Shush." The nurse said. "We understand. A lot of girls get cold feet when it's really happening to them. But it's too late. You're passed the point of no return. Just relax and know that you'll never have to make another decision in your life."


Lesley had a numb expression when Max came by to claim her.

"You can speak if you want." Max told her.

"Thank you master. Master, why did you do this to me? You know I didn't want it." Lesley said plaintively.

"Shush!" Max ordered. "Never ever tell anyone that you didn't want this. As to why, you're going to transfer all of your funds to my account. Then you're going to invite all of your girlfriends and female relatives to join you at a party. Everyone of them, as long as they are over 18 and under 35. By the end of the night I'll own them all and bring them all here. Then I'll work out which slaves to keep and which to sell. This little vacation of yours is going to fund my lifestyle for the next year."

"But master, please, my Niece Janet just turned 18. I can't invite her. Please don't make me do that to her." Lesley begged.

"She's invited and she can bring any of her friends that she wants as long as they're 18." Max said. "I can't wait to get her. Now let's put some colour in your cheeks so you'll have a reason to cry."

Lesley soon had two reasons to cry, her niece's coming fate and her throbbing backside.

Later, she followed her orders to the letter. Afterwards, Lesley wasn't surprised to find herself in the sell column while Janet and some of her friends where in the kept column.

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