Chapter 1

My morning routine felt off that day. Of course it was off, I was going to a slave grading facility that day. In the last hundred years slavery had become legal, not all at once. “Imperceptibly at first”, this is the common refrain. I had heard it many times, and although overplayed it was essentially true. Only its critics had called it slavery at first. Officially it still wasn’t, it was an expansion of indentured service. Slavery was voluntary but only when people signed. Then it became quite enforced. Although I am only 22, I had watched as slave contracts had become far more common. I am not a fan of the practice, but to get the loans to pursue my masters in physics they require a “slave grading.”

That morning I had set my alarm for 5 a.m. My appointment was not until noon, but I wanted to have plenty of time. Being late was a dreadful option, but I had planned well and was not going to be. I had to drive 2 hours to the facility, Greenwood Slave Services. I had done my research and this is where I had chosen to go for grading. It is a relatively small facility in a wealthy town. They had good reviews for their slave grading. They did many local gradings. The fact that so many wealthy girls have started getting slave graded in recent years bewildered me. This fact was to my advantage in this case as this facility did slave grading mostly as a service, and the loan company was paying for mine. Although I will have to sign papers agreeing to become a slave for the period of the grading, I would at least be at a facility that did not use this fact to generate significant revenue. I took a few deep breaths. I was going to be ok, I made a good plan.

I stood naked in my room. I had showered twice making sure I was as clean as possible. I knew I would be stripped there, I didn’t need any extra humiliation. Slave grading was done without make up so I only did my basic skin care the night before. I had read Greenwood’s website about the process. Pubic hair was allowed but must be trimmed. That took some time this morning, I don’t normally trim it except when I am going swimming, so not often. I have always been “shy”, that’s the word people always used. I was never one of the popular girls and had never felt comfortable trying to look sexy. It’s not that I didn’t care at all. I always looked put together, cute, a bit too formal. Preppy would be a decent description but maybe a lower effort version.

I walked to my mirror. I am 5’1”, a bit on the short side. My brunette hair was long, going past my shoulders, covering the tops of my breasts. Those had always been a difficulty for me, although I was also proud of them. They were larger than most, but on my slim frame they looked naturally erotic. Like making a statement just by being there. They were not crazy, but definitely contributed to some back pain some days. I was used to trying to hide them, or at least never wear anything that put them on display. Anything low cut was out. I owned some, but the thought of going out in public like that always made me hesitate. I looked down to my pubic hair. I could shave it now; I did my legs and armpits, I thought. I decided not to, again. I had a few more hours before I needed to drive to Greenwood Slave Services. I dressed in modest cotton underwear, a sports bra, leggings, a long skirt, and a sweater. I knew I would have to take it all off, but I wanted something that feels normal when I put it back on once this ordeal is done.

The next few hours I spent checking over my plan, and growing increasingly anxious. I paced back and forth and scrolled on my phone until I heard a text notification.

Greenwood: “Your upcoming Slave Grading is at 12:00 PM today. We are excited to see you! Remember to have a plan for the next few days if you are held over. This is rare but possible. You should arrive with your phone as handing it over is required. You should have plenty of sleep the night before and eat a good breakfast. Greenwood takes the care of Slaves very seriously and will ensure your safety during your stay. We recommend you try to enjoy the experience. Many find it freeing and relaxing to spend a day as a Slave. We will ensure you have a safe and enlightening experience. Failure to arrive will forfeit fees and incur a 2k fine.”

I shuddered feeling a lump in my chest just reading who the text was from. After reading it I had a mini panic attack. It wasn’t really anything I didn’t expect, it was the immediacy of it, the inevitably of it now. I knew it was possible I would be kept for more than a day, but it shouldn’t happen to me. I had only told one friend about this. Most of my friends would judge me or at least be annoying if I told them I was doing this. Yes there were other ways to get the loan but this really was the best for me. My friend Elenor would take care of anything if I was there all day tomorrow. I could have planned more in case I was kept longer but I didn’t. To prepare for that I would have to tell my family and I did not want them to worry or honestly to know that I was going through this. I didn’t want the image of me on my knees with a collar telling someone I just met “yes master.”

The drive helped to calm me down. Something about driving lets the mind think without over thinking. There was no turning back now, I had my plan, I was ready. This was the first time I really let myself fantasize about the experience. I am straight, I mean at least mostly straight. I had never had a serious boyfriend. To my friends and family I was always the smart school focused girl. I never really brought up sex, but I was not asexual, like some thought. I had always just been annoyed by male attention. It was embarrassing and usually came from places I would prefer it did not. I had a resting bitch face that helped, but I was still hit on. I never entertained the attention even if some of the guys were attractive. I just didn’t want to deal with it all and if I showed any interest saying no became way harder. Here though I would not be saying no. They couldn’t fuck me, one of the reasons I picked this facility. Still they could do things that I had never tried that I wouldn’t mind trying if it was with the right person if it didn’t get out to the people I knew. I had wished I could explore my sexuality without it coming back to my normal life. Well here it could happen. Even something that was not considered significant to do to a slave would be the most sexual experience of my life.

On Greenwoods website there was a page about their training programs. All advertising to their rich clientele. Many Slave companies had websites that looked like a porn site, Not Greenwood, theirs was classy. Still, on the training page there was a video of a slave girl on her knees legs wide apart showing off her pussy. She was perfectly bald down there. She bounced slightly letting her butt touch her feet, a good stretch that didn’t seem to faze her. She had her hands behind her back and was looking right at the camera. She said, “Please make my little slave pussy cum Master”. Then a man’s hand reached down and rubbed her enlarged clit. He rubbed her for a few seconds and then pulled his hand away. He said “You will not be having a silly little orgasm.” She smiled at the camera and nodded with excitement like it was the best news she got all day. I watched the video many times in the last few weeks. You might be thinking I kept masturbating to the video, that I wanted to be her. No, I was excited by it, but I didn’t allow myself to follow that train of thought. I felt more shock and disdain for the page than eroticism anyways. In the car on my way there I decided to lean into any excitement I felt.