Welcome to Slave Estate (Madis and Deante)

[Deante]

Finally, this was it. After background checks, a lengthy interview process--written and webcam--a physical, and a fat payment, it was then travel and waiting for the 16 or so people to show up for the bus ride, one or two more women than men. Even though the stay was several weeks, everyone had been instructed to pack light. The driver didn't know nothing, so questions bounced off him like a racquetball wall. Chat in the bus was light, everyone with the excited jitters, but the smell of arousal lurked at the edges of the senses.

After a fourty minute ride, the bus pulled up outside a wrought iron gate. Just like the website and intro videos, it seemed cut out of a magazine of the rich and famous. Lush trees and a cute one-story house-style building just off the gate. The recognizable chipper collie in the polo shirt waited on them--Christie was the one who handled the entire interview and intake process. "Hi everyone! So nice to see you in the fur! Everyone excited?" Beaming, she counted heads and herded everyone around the quaint club-house looking building, where folding chairs were set up on the lawn.

"Welcome to Eros Estate!" She wagged. "Before things really get started, I'm going to run you through a few of the rules, give you a general idea of what to expect, and answer any big questions."

She first went over safety. There was always a registered nurse or EMT on duty in the Safe House--the clubhouse behind her. Then safewords; addition to the classic stoplight of green, yellow, red, she added, "Then there's Safe Haven. This is your personal fire alarm. If you are panicked, so overwhelmed you need to curl up, feeling Ill, or you are thinking of pulling out of the Estate, you say Safe Haven and we bring you here and we'll take it very seriously."

"This is a 24/7 experience--while you're on Estate grounds, you're considered 'in scene'. The only time this changes is if you say Color Red," which they'd went over, "Save Haven, or one hour a day you come to the Safe House and you get a break: use your cell, decompress, whatever. The only control you are given as a person choosing if your break is in the morning after breakfast or the in the evening around seven. Everything else is decided for you. You can talk about your kids and the office and such when you are among yourselves, but if a Master or Mistress is present, that's a no go, unless they specifically give you an 'at ease' or something. More on that later."

"I mentioned phone calls. Because there's lockers inside for all your belongings. Phone, clothes, everything except essential medication or other medical equipment--I know Marie you sleep in the carpal tunnel braces, that's fine. If you are worried about receiving emergency phone calls, I can keep watch on your phone personally, but otherwise you should've already told everyone not to reach you, and you can do so in a couple of minutes before we hit the lockers."

Christie opened the floor for questions.

 

[Madis]

Staring out the window of the bus a rush of rush of excitement filled Abigail. A part of her felt like she was in a dream and so she occasionally pinched herself to remind herself that she was indeed not dreaming. It had been a long two years for the then twenty four year old mouse when she first came across the site for Eros Estates. Two long years of scrimping and saving and that had been before the interview process. Most of her friends had thought she was nuts for wanting to do something so, what they deemed in their mind as extreme. But Abigail who had been dabbing her toe into the world of BDSM had seen this as the perfect opportunity to see if it really was for her.

After what felt like hours (though she knew it was only about forty minutes or so) to the very excited mouse the bus pulled up to the wrought iron gates that were all too familiar to Abigail who had watched the intro video so many times she had pretty much committed it’s words to memory. As the group got off they were greeted bye the collie Christie. As she did there were nods and replies of yes as she asked if the group was excited. Abigail herself was too excited to speak simply nodded her own head and once they had been counted followed the collie with the rest of the group when they moved on.

Once they had reached their destination the collie began to go over some of the rules. Abigail soaked it all like a sponge does water her excitement growing even more. The idea of being under pretty much complete control to someone one else sounded appealing to the mouse. Not that she did not like to make her own choices but to give up that control was something she had wanted to try for some time.

The floor was then opened up to questions and Abigail sheepishly raised her hand as she spoke “So the breaks do we choose for the day or do we choose a time and that will be the time for our whole stay?”

 

[Deante]

"For the day. That way it's flexible and when you need it rather than set in stone."

A rabbit asked about what happens if there’s serious second thoughts, or a poor fit, and she answered him. “You can leave at any time, that’s not a problem. Now this was in the packet of papers you signed and I mentioned this in the interviews. If you leave within the first two days, we refund half your payment…” She went on through the legalese.

Another asked, “Chores?”

Christie smiled. “I’ll let the Head Trainer explain that.”

“There was something about Doms joining the retreat, where are they?”

“Yes! They show up in a few days. We want to break you in first, and let you have experiences with the staff here before we let you interact with guest dominants. It’s also staggered so once you’ve settled, the staff can focus on them…”

There were a few more questions, which were deflected to this Head Trainer. Then everyone was filed inside, Christie a natural herder. The clubhouse was nice, plush, and clearly had a lounge...and as promised, a locker room. "Everybody strip, put your clothes in the lockers." Most of the gathered looked at each other awkwardly. There wasn’t any effort to separate the males from females, and they were just going to be naked? Meanwhile Marie and two other guests were emptying their bags into their lockers or already stripping without concern.

“Well on with it,” Christie chirped. “The sooner you’re all squared away, the sooner we can get you to the Slave Pen, and start your first lesson!”

The collars came in several sizes, but all were simple black affairs. A bump on one side that was apparently the ID chip, a D-ring in the front, and that was that. The process though of getting everyone's things in lockers and getting the right collar, with the right fit, to the right locker took a couple of shuffling minutes. Not to mention that three people took Christie up on her offer to babysit phones. This left a brief lull where they stood around awkwardly looking at each other. A male jackal and rabbit were visibly aroused, and as soon as the raccoon woman pushing fifty got the collar on, her eyes were dilated with excitement.

 

[Madis]

Abigail smiled and nodded and then stood there and listened to the question some of the others had. Criste took each one answering some of. There was some though that she deflected saying the Head Trainer would explain. Finally when there were no more questions for her the Collie had them all file inside the building. Stepping into the building Abigail looked around, it was a nice area and had a lounge she could imagine that it would be a nice place to take a break from whatever it was she and the others might go through. And then there was the locker room. As the young mouse took it all in Christie called for the group to strip and place their things in the lockers. Looking at the woman next to her who looked back at her with a face red Abigail gave a reassuring smile she began to pull off her top as she walked to one of the lockers just as the collie began to urge the others to go on and strip a second time .

It took a few minutes but eventually everyone was striped with a color on. Standing there Abigail could not help but feel slightly embarrassed. Though she was usually fine with others seeing her naked having the collar on seemed to add a whole new layer and of course there was also the case that she could feel how wet she was starting to get. A quick glance around however told her she was far from the only one getting aroused. So taking a deep breath she stood there with the others in the group and waited for whatever would come next.

 

[Deante]

"I really wish we could make a ceremony of the collaring," Christie said as she led the crowd of nude guests on a short walk, "because it is an important transition. But it would get in the way of, well, what we just did." The grounds were nice, well manicured and might've been an old college campus if it wasn't so modern looking. The three story building fit that idea, as it screamed DORM, yet still aesthetically attractive. As was the panthress standing in front of the building's door.

The tall, dark feline wore a burgundy business suit, tie included, which would not have looked out of place in a board room--except for the thigh-high boots, and the crop attached to a belt. She waited, arms folded, for the group to assemble. Christie offered warmly, "They're all yours."

"Yes, they are," the panthress said, voice rich and deep, and her remarks could've been followed with a rumble of thunder and flash of lightning. She took the reins without missing a beat. "My name is Mistress Taota, and I am the Head Trainer. I will be overseeing your stay here in the Slave Pen, administering your morning training, assessing your weaknesses, dolling out chores, and all together being in charge of you when you're not in the presence of other dominant staff."

"I see a few brown bags, so quarters is a fine place to start. Follow me." She went inside. There in the entryway was a big staircase, and she went up, heels clicking with every step. The first room on the second floor was large and long...and bare. No, there were pallets on the floor, each with a small pillow. "Slaves belong on the floor, so that is where you will sleep. The temperature is kept at nice enough you won't need a blanket, except for those species with thin fur." Mistress Taota then gestured to the cubbies along one wall for belongings. "Across the hall are gendered bathrooms. That nod to modesty is the only one you will be afforded, so consider it a gift."

She led everyone back downstairs. There was a front desk, which she noted there would always be someone on staff there any time the slaves were in the building. While there were other rooms, Mistress Taota led them into what must have been most of the floor, a room that looked more befitting a yoga studio. Complete with a mirrored wall and a pile a neatly stacked pile of yoga mats. The chair that looked more like a throne was not typical for a exercise class, nor was the filing cabinet next to it. "This is our morning training room." Walking well into it, she turned and gestured to the floor in front of her. "Sit. There's quite a bit of ground rules to go over."

 

[Madis]

With everyone ready the group followed Christie through the grounds, as they did Abigail looked around. The well manicured grounds reminded her of an old college campus she had visited, of course the building that they stopped at seemed to fit that theme as it reminded her of the dorms at the university she had attend only a lot more pleasing to look at, much like the panthress the mouse noticed standing on the steps.

Looking up at the attractive feline Abigail could not help but shudder slightly, Not only was she very attractive but her voice when she spoke. Her rich deep voice mesmerized the mouse who had always loved deep voices, and she looked so amazing right down to the crop tucked in her belt which caused the young mouse to shudder once more as she noticed it.

With the group turned over to her,and the panthress having made her introduction the group followed Mistress Taota into the dorm-like building. Once inside they were led up a big staircase. The first room they came to was bare, except for some cots with a pillow. Once more Abigail was like a sponge taking in the information they were given. What surprised her out of all of it were the gendered bathroom’s the way they had made things out to be; she was sure there would be no modesty during the stay. After all they had been asked to be stripped naked. But a part of her was a bit grateful as she had had male roommates in the past and keeping bathrooms tidey was never something any of them had been good at.

After that they deceased the stairs back to the first floor where some other things were pointed out. The group was finally led to a huge room that reminded Abigail of a yoga studio a friend of hers had convinced her to go to a couple of times. The only oddity that once more had the mouse shuddering was the throne like chair next to which was a filing cabinet. Curious about the cabinet the the mouse sat down along with the others as she began to feel really excited once more.

 

[Deante]

Mistress Taota stood, looming over the group. "Now then. Staff consist of masters, mistresses, and submissives. All dominants will always wear something red to identify themselves, and subs have a red collar. The first time you respond to a staff dominant, you will address them as Master or Mistress followed by their name. Let's try it out. Do you understand?" She waited.

A few managed a hesitant "Yes Mistress Taota."

"Good. Afterwards you don't need title or name, you can simply say Sir or Miss. And that should either start or end every response. Is that clear?"

"Yes Miss."

"Unless it's an emergency, you will speak only after first being spoken to or acknowledged. If you need to say or ask something, put your left hand on your right shoulder," she demonstrated, "and look to make eye contact with the dominant. When they've noticed they will call on you. If you follow this rule, anything you say is okay as long as it's not disrespectful and undermining the dominant's power. Communication is important and we don't want you to keep quiet out of fear or embarrassment. But don't be surprised when the outcome is being told no."

The panthress prowled around the group as she talked. "I've already seen erections and hard nipples, and you all stink of arousal. Those reactions are natural, there's no shame in them. You will also be ignoring them. Your bodies belong to us, and we will tell you when and how you are to use them. That includes receiving pleasure, if at all. There will be no sexual contact between slaves, and no masturbation, period. Breaking this rule will incur a hefty punishment. For the first offense. The second..." She simply glared at the group as if they were already guilty.

"Make no mistake, when I say punishment I do not mean another word for reward. It won't be enjoyable. Punishment is used to correct behavior and atone for actions. You'll be put in the corner facing the wall, or clean the Safe House's gutters, or something equally tedious and creative. We do not suffer brats here."

 

[Madis]

Sitting there the young mouse listened to the panthress as she explained the different staff and how they would be identified, she then went over how to respond to a staff dominant. It seemed simple enough. When the group was asked to try it out Abigail hesitated for a brief moment but respond with some of the others, “Yes Mistress Taota” She then continued on with her explanation and when she paused Abigail chrosed in with the others “Yes Miss”

The dominant panther then continued on with other information from how to seek acknowledgement to speak to how their bodies were not their own while they were there and why it was fine that they become aroused, they would not be able to do anything about it including masturbate. On hearing this the young mouse squirmed slightly. If there was one thing she enjoyed probably more than anything was touching herself whether it was plunging fingers or toys inside of her or teasing her own nipples she usually masturbated every night.

The thought of not belonging allowed to bring herself relief was unthinkable. At the same time though she also kind of liked the idea and of course the idea of not being able to bring herself relief only caused her arousal to heighten more and before she could stop herself she let out a soft whimper.

 

[Deante]

"Some of you will be treated better or worse based on how you answered your survey, but in general, you are all equally slaves and no one cares what you want." The head trainer gave a moment to let them digest that. "However, when you are in a one-on-one with a dominant, the rules relax some. In a scene with a dominant, you are also a submissive, and a submissive's needs and desires should be taken into consideration. Communication here is essential, so you can speak freely. In this case, if you want something, tell the dominant. Want to be spanked, or really need to be fucked, ask for it. We do have your surveys but of course they're not memorized and we don't know what your needs are at that moment."

She glanced at a watch. "We will have a regular routine, but I'll get to that tomorrow, as today is a bit different. Next is a training session, as you need to be prepped for this evening's event. But first you all need names." The panthress clapped. "Stand up. I want a row of slaves here, elbow to elbow, and a row there." She pointed in front of her, and then six feet behind the first row.

As the group scrambled and shuffled into two rows, Mistress Taota crossed the room and collected a clipboard from the chair.

The head trainer stepped in front of the jackal. "I see that small, small dick of yours, and those little balls, boy. Your name is now Tiny." From the way he whined, that was exactly what he wanted to hear. "Repeat your name."

"Tiny."

"Repeat your name, who?"

"Tiny, Miss."

"Don't make the mistake again."

"Yes, Miss."

She went down the line. Names varied from Ruby for the vixen's red hair, the rabbit became Sky for his blue eyes, a squirrel was given Toy, a wolf girl got Doll. She stopped in front of Abigail. "You look like a girl that should be cum-stained. I think Cumrag suits you."

When she finished, Mistress Taota sat the clipboard aside. "Everyone sit. I need to collect some supplies. I'm leaving you all here for twenty minutes, you may relax and talk amongst yourselves until I get back. Restrooms are around the corner. Remember, no masturbating."

As soon as the head trainer was gone, Sky let out a tense sigh. "This is intense..."

 

[Madis]

Once more Abigail sat and soaked up the information that was given. At the mention of the answers survey dictating how they were treated the young mouse began to wonder what kind of treatment her answers would get her. The thoughts were pushed from her mind though as she continued to listen to the Mistress.

When she was done with her explanation she told the group they would each be given names that they would go buy why they were at the estate. Abigail sat and listened as the dominant went down the line given the names. Some had to do with things to do with them, others to do with what she thought they would be good for.

When the dominant stopped in front of her Abigail looked up at her and shivered slightly. Hearing her the name Abigail shivered again. It was uncanny almost that the dominant would think to give her that name as the young mouse did enjoy being covered in cum. When she was finally done she explained there were some things that she had to get and gave them twenty minutes to relax.

Once she was gone the first one to speak up was Sky was the first one to say anything. Cumrag smiled a bit at the rabbit's comment and nodded. “It is intense and I do not know about you but I like it.” The young mouse then struck up a small conversation with some of the other subs near her. It was a pleasant conversation and it helped to keep her mind off how horny and wet she was wondering about all the things that she was soon to experience.