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A Vixen's Tail

Catfood - Episode 4 - Job Interview

© 2004 Nameless

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"Miss Lydia Catbait?"

"Yes." We shake hands.

"Hello. Have a seat." I sat down in the indicated chair "Is it ok if I call you Lydia?"

"Sure."

"My name's Tammy." She was an attractive human in her late twenties (or early thirties), she had fair skin and shoulder-length honey-blonde hair. We looked at each other for a long moment before she asked "So you are here because you want to become a 'slave'?"

"Yes, well, an indentured servant."

"It's the same, we just refer to our indents as 'slaves' here. You won't be a real slave, however. Not in the legal sense, at least."

"Ok."

"All right, Lydia, do you have any idea what you are getting into?"

"A bit."

"Would you like to find out more?"

"Yeah. That's one of the reasons I came here."

"Good." She leant back and considered me " Strip!"

" What?!?" I stared at her wondering if I had heard her right. I stood up, the urge to run out was almost irresistible. After a few moments I forced myself to sit down again.

Tammy grinned at me "You didn't apply for a position as a secretary, did you?"

"Well, no..."

"Then you'd better learn to follow orders. If you want the job, you have to convince me that you are attractive enough. And that you can take orders."

She watched me intently, the expression on her face told me that she expected me to obey her. I realized that the interview could well be over before it even started if I didn't. I didn't like it one bit, but I figured I'll have to do much worse once I signed up for this 'job'.

"All right." I said and took a step away from the chair. Then I began to unbutton my blouse. I took it off, folded it and put it on the second chair. My muzzle started burning when I notice her staring at my chest. I didn't wear a bra, my breasts are not that big, and with my fur covering them, I don't really need one. I could barely resist the urge to cover them, especially once I realize that my nipples were poking out of the fur. " Eeep! How can this turn me on?" My skirt followed, then my panties.

Tammy commanded "Don't hide your interesting bits." Before I could sit down again, she held up a hand and twirled a finger around. Obediently I turned around, struggling to keep my arms at my sides. "Sit." I did. It was a struggle to put my paws on the armrests instead of using them to cover my private parts. "Uncomfortable?"

"A bit."

"You'd better get used to it, many of our customers like keep their slaves nude most or all of the time." She looked me up and down "A little on the scrawny side, small tits but not unattractive. I'd say you pass the looks test, Lydia."

"Thank you. I guess."

She got up and walked around the table, then she stood right in front of me, leaning on the edge of the table, grinning down at me. "Poor mousie, you look really uncomfortable... maybe you'd be less uncomfortable if you knew... that I'm bi..." She licked her lips in anticipation.

" Eeep!!!" Inside I almost jumped out of my fur, outside I was frozen.

She leaned down, puts a hand under my chin and tilted my head up. Then she licked my nose and kissed me full on the lips. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, somehow I was surprised my heart did not stop beating. But... I had to admit that she knew how to kiss.

I was almost disappointed when she straightened up. She winked at me "You are so cute, mousie... You almost make me regret the fact that I have a boyfriend."

"Ufff..." Suddenly I could breathe again. Relief flooded me, but a tiny part of me was disappointed.

"But maybe, if I ask him nicely... he'll agree to a hot threesome..."

" Eeep!" Suddenly I realized that I was quite aroused. The fur on my muzzle flared out in embarrassment.

She licked her lips and almost devoured me with her gaze. Then she winked and laughed "Relax, Lydia. I'm not going to jump your bones, I'm just messing with you."

"Ohhh... I'm relieved... I guess." I knew that I would not have put up any kind of struggle if she had gone further. I wondered what to make of this.

She shook her head and sat down in her chair. I was relieved to have the desk between us, not that it impeded her view in any way. When she looked up, the look in her eyes made me cringe "Well, Lydia, what would you say if I told you that you have to jump my bones to get the job?"

"Ummm... I... I don't know..." Suddenly I felt very hot "Really?"

"Well, most of our customers prefer it when their girls show interest and initiative. Sex isn't very interesting if the girl just lies on the bed like a piece of meat, don't you agree? Even when she's tied up, it's more fun if she struggles a little..."

"Yeah... Do I really have to do this? Tammy?"

She grinned "I'll leave it up to you to figure it out..."

"Oh..." I wondered what she meant by that. "I guess she wants me to... flirt with her a little or something... I hope I don't have to get into bed with her... I guess." I forced myself to relax and took a few deep breaths.

"Much better, Lydia."

"All right, now that you are... comfortable, let's start. First question, why did you come here?"

She must have read the application I had sent in, but I guess she wanted to hear it directly from my muzzle "Because I need a lot of money to treat my cancer. And I need it quickly. Well, to be honest I'm not particularly happy to have to come here, but I don't see any other possibility."

"Ok, but why us? We aren't the only one who offers this... service."

"My doctor recommended you." I gave her a wry smile "She works for you. After I saw that report on indentured servitude, I would have never considered it, but she convinced me that you would at least try to make sure that I'm not crippled or permanently scarred or something while I work for you."

"Aha. She got that right. Still, I don't know what exactly your doctor told you, so I'm going to tell you what we do to keep you healthy, if you're interested, that is..."

"Yes, please."

"You have a full insurance, we or our HMO pay for all medical expenses while you serve us. You will have a full physical exam at least once every six months and regular STD tests. You also have disability insurance, if you are permanently disabled or seriously handicapped, your debt to us will be paid by the insurance and you will receive a modest pension. There are also arrangements for a partial or long-term disability. The details are in our info package, if you want we can go into the details, but I don't think we should waste the time."

"No, that's fine."

"We ain't a charity, however, so the cost of the insurance reduces your 'salary'. You could get the same benefits if you got a private insurance, but you wouldn't get conditions that are anywhere as good as what we get, especially as we take steps to reduce the likelihood of accidents."

"Ok."

"You will get a bit of training on how to handle bondage and stuff. On the whole, there isn't much for you to do, the most important thing for you is that you don't panic if your master does unknown and unpleasant things to you. A good physical constitution and athletic flexibility helps a lot as well. If you don't do anything on those lines yet, you should consider aerobics or yoga or something."

"Ok."

"The other thing we do is to screen and educate our customers to treat our slaves in ways that will not result in serious injuries. Since they will have to pay a serious penalty if you are injured because of carelessness, they have an incentive to be careful."

"You educate your customers?"

"Yes, we have short courses on topics such as bondage safety and how to whip someone without causing permanent harm."

"Oh. But... how do you get a customer to agree to take such a lesson?"

"Well, it took us a bit to figure that out. We don't give 'classroom' lectures. We do have 'play rooms' here in this building, that our customers can use if they don't want to buy some piece of expensive equipment just to see if they enjoy using it. Some of them prefer not to have big bondage furniture, like a rack or something in their home. They can use our extensive facilities for a small fee and this service includes a coach who will help our customer to get the most pleasure from their slave without seriously hurting her.

Or, for those customers who prefer to play somewhere else, one of our trainers will visit them, to discuss what kinds of things the customer might like to do to his slave and then they try them out on the slave. The trainer will guide the customer and inform him about what he has to be careful with, possible dangers and how to avoid them and similar things. We also have a hot line that is open 24/7. On the whole customer response has been very positive and this has cut down on accidents significantly.

We also have a private discussion board and similar facilities. Many customers like to meet others to swap slaves for a day, do some group 'exercises' or discuss the finer points of bondage play, often demonstrating them on a live subject. Some of our more experienced customers even enjoy helping out a novice every now and then."

"I see."

"You will have an entrance examination where we test you for allergies, phobias and other medical problems to find out where your limits are. We make sure that your master is aware of these and that he avoids doing things to you that you can't take. If we find that you have too many problematic liabilities, we will have to reject you, however. Customers simply don't want a slave they can only touch with velvet gloves."

"Ok."

"What do we expect from you? Basically, we expect you to do one thing: To make our customers happy, whatever it takes. And, well, our customers pay a lot of money for our services, so they expect a lot. And you should strive to exceed their expectations."

"Oh. Ok."

"What can you expect if you 'serve' us? Most masters will keep you nude most or all of the time, you will have a lot of sex, quite possibly with many different people of both sexes. Many of our customers rent two or more slaves at the same time. Almost all of them like kinky things, so expect to be tied up, spanked, whipped, dipped in honey or whatever. On the whole we have not had any real problems with customers going too far, but..."

"Accidents happen?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Sometimes."

"Have you had any deaths?"

"Yes, three so far." *Ugh*"I can see that you don't like the idea, I don't like it either, but I can assure you that they were all accidents. We did not have any suicides, unlike some of the other companies in this business. We do have anywhere from 500 to 1000 slaves working for us at any time, it's only natural that accidents happen. Do you want to hear the details? About the accidents that resulted in the death of one of our slaves?"

"Ummm, yes."

"Ok, the first one was a pure accident. The customer took his slave to a fancy Asian restaurant and she had a massive allergic reaction to one of the ingredients in her food. She died of heart failure before the ambulance got there. Nobody had known about her allergy. If her boyfriend had taken her there, the same thing would have happened. After this accident we added a comprehensive test for allergies to the entrance examination."

"All right."

"The second death was a male slave. He died of a heart attack during an... 'intense' bondage session. I can't say that the things his master did to him weren't responsible for his death, but what he did was not very extreme, certainly not anything that would be considered to be really dangerous. Actually, he had done the same things to that slave before. The autopsy showed that his heart was not as strong as it could have been and that he had a light cold that day. Not normally a problem, but in this case it proved fatal. It was ruled an accident. The customer voluntarily paid for the funeral and paid the slave's dependents a sizeable compensation. On top of what the insurance paid. There was not much we could do, but we made some improvements in the entrance examination."

"Ok."

"The third death was a female GELF, a feline. She tripped while walking up the stairs and broke her neck. Her feet had been hobbled, but she had negotiated the same stairs in the same hobble for several weeks. A freak accident. In all three cases our customer did whatever he could once he noticed the problem, but..."

"All right. So, what you are saying is that this is reasonably safe, but accidents do happen..."

"Basically, yes." She grins at me "If it is any consolation, our girls are doing better than our customers in this."

"Huh?"

"Well, three of our customers died of a heart attack while they were doing... whatever they were doing to their slave. Let's just say that they died with a smile on their lips."

"Oh. I see..."

"Only one of those girls had a problem with the law. Her master had been very fond of her and she had been his slave for more than a year when the accident happened. A month earlier he had a big row with his children because of the slave and he changed his will so that the slave got most of his possessions. As far as we know, he did not tell her. The police and the customer's children were convinced that she had murdered him and it took quite while until she was acquitted, but in the end she was. We lent her the money for a top-notch lawyer. She got the sizeable inheritance and paid off her debts. She still keeps in touch with us, only now she is one of our clients."

"Oh."

"Many of our customers are not as young as they used to be, at least two died while one of our slaves worked for them. Died from an illness or accident that had no direct connection to the slave."

"All right. I don't know why, but knowing this helps."

"I know. I assure you that we take every reasonable precaution to make sure as few accidents as possible happen. If you sign up, you will have to take a week-long first-aid course."

"Oh. Ok, I guess that makes sense."

"Still interested?"

"Yes. It's not as if I had a better choice."

"Ok, back to what you can expect: Lots of nudity, kinky sex, bondage games, pain. You'll also have to work for your master, usually housekeeping and similar things."

"Pain?"

"Yeah, well, quite a few customers like to spank or whip their slaves. It's not quite as bad as it sounds. We are not talking about torture here, no tearing out of fingernails or whipping until you pass out from pain. Actually, I have been told that quite a few of our slaves kind of enjoy these things. Apparently carefully applied pain can be quite erotic." She considered me for a moment "Actually, I have tried it myself, and... well, it's something I still enjoy every now and then."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Well, it is true. At least for some people. We do try to match up customers with slaves who enjoy the same things, if from the opposite end, it is simply more enjoyable for both."

"Maybe you could find someone for me who does not enjoy those things..."

"Unlikely. Very few customers want only plain vanilla sex. Besides, how much you earn also depends on what your master enjoys. The more extreme and painful, the more you earn."

"Ok. I still don't think I would enjoy that."

She grinned "I'll only say that you might surprise yourself." *Snort*"Very few girls don't end up enjoying something that they would not have dreamed of trying before they started here."

"Oh."

"Let's talk about money. Your yearly 'salary' will be anywhere between 50k and 150k. The usual starting salary is around 80k, depending on how desirable we estimate you to be. Much more than 100k per year is unusual but possible. Your salary will change depending on how popular you are, how much a particular master expects from you and so on. A minimum of 10k goes into a locked account, so that you will have some money when you finish here. The rest will be used to pay back your debt. Unless you have other expenses that have to be taken care of, such as a house that you don't want to sell. All your day-to-day needs are paid by your master or us."

"Ok, so it would take something like 3 years to pay off the 250k I need for the treatment?"

"Probably more, but I'll come to that later. I told you before that it is a good idea to make your master happy. You can hope to get 10k to 20k in tips from him if he is really happy with you, in a few cases a slave got as much as 50k in one year. This can reduce your time here significantly. Additionally, if your master is happy, he will give you a good reference and that will increase your desirability and thus the base salary."

"Ok. I see."

"Additionally, you can reasonably expect to collect quite a few goodies if you please your masters."

"Goodies?" I knew, I was not saying a lot of intelligent things, but the whole thing was more than just a little overwhelming.

"Your master might want to have you accompany him in public. And if he takes you to the opera, you can't wear... what you are currently wearing. Or not wearing, as the case may be." I blushed at that, I had almost forgotten that I was nude. "So, let's say that he is a rich SOB who wants to impress his peers. He would not even think of taking you out wearing anything less than an expensive tailor-made dress. It might be more revealing that you would normally wear, but it is almost guaranteed to make the guys who see you drool with desire. Once you stop serving him, what use does he have for clothes that are tailored specifically for you? None, so he'll usually let you keep them. Some girls ended up with clothes or jewelry what would have cost 50k or more after a six-month assignment."

"Oh. Wow!"

"Don't expect anything like this to happen, some customers do these things, most don't, but it is unusual not to get any gifts during an assignment as long as you keep your master happy."

"Ok. I can see why it is a good idea to... suck up to a master."

She grins "Literally. Actually, I think that this is one of our main selling points, compared to other indentured service companies. They just provide their customers with a warm body on whom he can try out his darkest fantasies, but we have found that the whole thing can be much more enjoyable for the customer if the slave is happy as well. We do what we can to motivate our slaves and we concentrate on customers who want to have fun with their slave, not at her expense. We do turn down customers who are too sadistic."

"Really?"

"Yes. It may seem strange, but it even makes sense financially. Even if we charge really sadistic customers more, they tend to use up the slaves quickly. It usually takes a slave anywhere between two and six years to work off her debt. More than once we had to retire a slave after a one-month assignment because she was too badly scarred, both physically and mentally, to continue. Or we had to put her in counseling and could only rent her to the most undemanding customers. Even if such a sadistic customer pays three times as much as another customer we lose a lot of money on the deal. So we have had to start screening our customers."

"Oh."

"Let's have a look at your situation. To be honest, we would probably have turned you down right away if you had not 'chosen' a really good time."

"Why?"

"Your case is rather complicated and an unusually big risk for us. Especially since there is a very real if small chance that you will die before you can even start serving us. If you had come here a year ago, we would probably have rejected you."

"And now? You'll accept me?"

"We have not decided, but well, we currently have less slaves than we like to have. And GELFs are kind of in at the moment, so I won't turn you down right away. You still have to pass the medical examination and a few other tests. We'll also have to wait for your in-depth examination so we can accurately assess the risk that your cancer poses. If the risk is too high and our insurance company refuses to insure your loan we'll also have to reject you."

"All right."

"Ok, the way I see it, you'll need something like 200k from us. Not all at once but spread out over a period of eight to ten months."

"Yes."

"Your actual debt to us will be quite a bit higher. We always insure the loan, but in your case the risk is a lot higher than usual. Depending on the prognosis after your detailed examination, the insurance will add something like 20% or 30% to the loan. Add the various fees, taxes and the interest that will accrue until you are actually able to start working here, and you will have to work off a debt of approximately 300k."

"Ouch."

"Yes. If you earn the basic 80k per year, it will take you more than six years to pay it off. You can cut that time significantly if you earn more. If you earn 100k, for example, it will take you only a bit more than five years. You can see how important it is to make your masters happy to earn a little more."

"Oh." My eyes moistened, then filled with tears. I suddenly realized that I would have to spend a significant part of my adult life as a slave. If I didn't do well, I might even be too old to start a family. But what choice did I have?

"Uh, Lydia." A gentle touch on the shoulder brought me back to the present. "Here." She handed me a tissue. "Are you ok?"

"Not really." I dried my eyes and blew my nose.

"I'm sorry, but..."

"It's ok, it's not your fault. But... it's such a long time... I can't help but feel that it will rob me of most of my life..."

"I know this is hard on you. Try not to think of this as lost time, think of it as another job. Like enlisting for the army or something. Ok?"

"I'll try." Her hand on my shoulder helped me calm down. After a few minute I felt well enough to continue "I made a fool of myself, didn't I?"

"No, Lydia, you are far from the first applicant to cry. Many do once when they realize how long they will have to 'serve' us. It might not be fun, but trust me, it won't be anywhere as bad as you think now. Actually, if you have a little luck and find a compatible master, you can have a lot of fun as well. It only gets really bad if you are really unlucky and get assigned to masters you are not compatible with."

"Ok. Question: Do I have any say in who I am assigned to?"

"Very little."

"How long do I have to stay with the same master?"

"That depends. A typical assignment is either one, three or six months. Some customers like to have variety, others prefer to get to know one slave well. The only time you have any say about who your master will be is at the end of an assignment. If he wants you to continue with him, but you don't, then you can tell us that. If he insists that you continue with him, then you will have to, but then you get paid an extra 20%."

"So I don't really have any choice in the matter?"

"Not a lot. You can influence your master, but this is tricky, especially if you don't want to continue with him, you don't want to make him angry after all."

"Yeah... How do you choose who I have to serve?"

"We don't really, our customers can view the roster of available girls to find one who interests them. We consult with them to help them chose a girl who fits their requirements, but in the end it is up to the master. If someone wants you, then you serve him, unless another customer outbids him. There have been a very few cases where we disallowed a customer to hire a certain slave."

"Would I serve someone continuously, or would I get time off between customers?"

"You usually have a few days without a master between assignments, but you will be more or less busy during that time. You have a physical and the STD test. You can't be assigned to a new master until all the results are in, but unless they find anything, that only takes a day or two. Then you spend some time with our photographer to update your 'resume'. There will be other duties for you as well, possibly short-term assignments. You will get a day or two off to visit your friends or family. Speaking of time off, you do get some time off. You get one day off every two weeks except in the first two-week period of an assignment. Your master decides when, but he has to tell you at least a week in advance and let you make a phone call or two so you can arrange to meet friends or family. Also, you get one week off every six months, usually between assignments. You don't get weekends or national holidays off, however."

"Wow. That's better than I could have hoped, I thought I would have no time off at all."

"Well, we found that it makes things easier and more fun in the long run. Every person needs a little time to relax every now and then to keep from going insane, especially if the 'work' they have to do is stressful. The single days off are considered to be part of your assignment. Between assignments you get a salary of 50k. Not every slave will find a new master right away, so you may have a few weeks of free time between assignments every now and then. But we can usually come up with some short-term assignments that allow you to earn a little extra money."

"Ok."

"You can (and probably should) terminate the lease on your apartment, you won't need it as long as you serve here. We will provide a room for you to stay during the times you are not with a master."

"Ok."

"Ok, back to what you have to do for your master, we keep getting off topic. Basically, you should consider yourself to be your master's slave. You have to do anything he wants you to. The only real restriction on how he can treat you is that he has to make sure you are not permanently harmed. And he can only mark you permanently if you agree to it."

"Ummm..."

"Well, some masters like to brand their slaves or fit them with nose or nipple rings or other body jewelry. He can do that, but only with your permission."

"Why would I allow that?"

"Money, simple as that. Your master might offer to pay you 2k if you agree to get a nipple ring. You'll also make your master happy if you agree and unhappy if you don't, so you should really consider doing it. We don't allow 'freakish' modifications that are likely to reduce your acceptance by other customers, however."

"Oh. Would I be allowed to remove such things afterwards?"

"Not as long as you work for us. Only if another master wants it removed. You'll also have to agree to that. When your debt is paid off, you can remove such items and your insurance covers the cost of an operation. But very few slaves do this."

"What?"

"Well, most girls who have worn intimate jewelry for a few years consider it to be part of their body. When you have fond memories of the dozens of orgasms a master gave you while playing with your nipple ring, you might not really want it gone."

"Oh. Ok."

"Your master can do just about any non-permanent modification that he wants without requiring your permission. For example, he can dye your hair or shave it off. If he wants you can shave off all your fur."

"Ummm..."

"To be honest, I have not heard of this happening more than a few times and then only as a punishment. No one would get an anthro if he wants a woman with a hairless body. Our customers have some 'strange' kinks, but I have not heard of that one yet."

"Ok."

"One of your main duties will be sex. It depends on your master what he wants from you, but you should expect to have to do just about anything imaginable and physically possible. You could have sex with your master or anyone he wants you to. His guests, friends or staff. You will have sex with partners of both sexes, possibly with several at the same time. You will perform with other slaves for your master's enjoyment. Expect to be fucked in every orifice of your body with both natural equipment and whatever artificial toys someone can dream up."

"Ummm..."

"Expect to participate in bondage, you will be tied up, sometimes for an extended period of time, spanked or beaten. Sex may or may not be involved. All of this may well be done in public, or at least in front of a small audience."

"Ummm..." I stared at her, trembling in fear. I was this close to jumping up and running out. Only the knowledge that I was as good as dead if I did kept me in the seat.

She stopped and considered me "I know it sounds really bad, but... Well, some of it is pretty unpleasant, but on the whole it sounds a lot worse than it is."

"Really?"

"Yes. A lot of it depends on your attitude, of course."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, think about this: What is the main difference between being raped by your master or making love to him? The way you think about it. If you think 'I hate this, but I have to get in bed with my master. I hope it is over soon.' then you will have a very unpleasant time. If think 'Maybe I wouldn't do this on my own, but since I do... Let's have a good time together and make the rafters ring!' then you'll feel a lot better about it."

"Ok. But that depends a lot on how my master treats me."

"Partially. Of course, if you have a really sadistic master, then it would be difficult to have a good time, for most people, at least. But a lot of it depends on you. The way you think about it makes a huge difference. If you want, you can call it autohypnosis or whatever, but if you tell yourself that you are having fun, then most of the time you will."

She paused. When I did not say anything, she went on "One very important thing is to keep an open mind about what happens to you. You don't have any control about what happens to you, so don't try to fight it. Just relax and go with the flow."

"I don't know. I mean, it's fine to talk about it, but things look a little different when... I don't know, the male next to you picks up a whip and..."

"Yes and no. I can't say that it is always easy, but... it can be a lot of fun. With the right master it can be a most erotic experience to be tied up and spanked."

"Yeah, right."

She grinned at me "Trust me, I know. I'm not just talking about it. I was one of the first girls to sign up as a slave with this company."

"Really?"

"Yes. After I paid off my debt they offered me this job. I know what I talk about, I spent almost four years as a slave and I have had eight different masters. Only one of them was really unpleasant, he enjoyed not just causing me pain, but hurting me. Those were some of the most difficult months of my life. But with the other masters I pretty much had a good time. I had some of my most intense orgasms when I was tied up or something. I came dozens of times from spanking alone."

"You really liked it?"

"Yes. Well, most of it. I wouldn't want to do it for the rest of my life, but... There were two masters that I liked particularly well. I did meet them again, after I was free again, several times actually, and if I didn't have a boyfriend, I wouldn't say no if they invited me to a 'fun' weekend."

"Really?"

"Yes. One of them is a woman, we still keep in contact. Just as friends."

"So... you enjoyed your time as a slave?"

"Not everything, but yes, I did enjoy myself quite a bit." She fell silent and looked thoughtfully at nothing "Do you know what the best part of it was, what I enjoyed most?"

"No."

"Making my masters happy, being praised. Sometimes a simple smile was enough to make me almost deliriously happy."

"Really?"

"Yes. Let me ask you a question: Do you like your job?"

"You mean my day job? In the home depot?" *Nod* "No. It pays the bills, that's all. If I could find something better..."

"I see. So it's eight hours of drudgery, or does it have good points as well?"

"Not many. Well, sometimes when I help a customer and he appreciates it and thanks me."

"Exactly." Tammy grinned at me. When I looked at her questioningly, she just continued smiling and gave me a 'You figure it out' look. When I didn't get it, she said "Serving a master is just like that. You may have to do things that you don't enjoy a lot, sometimes things that you really dislike, but the point is to make your master happy. Unless you really hate him, it makes you feel good when he lets you know."

"Oh. Ok. I guess I can see your point."

"There's no telling what exactly you have to do for a particular master, but even if he does not tell you outright, you'll usually figure out quickly enough how to best please him. Some masters will quickly praise you, others will make you work very hard until they are satisfied. That makes it all the sweeter when you finally get it right."

"Ok."

"I'm not going to tell you all the details of what I had to do, but if you want I can give you some examples." I nodded

"One of my masters liked to keep me tied up. I didn't take the wrist and ankle cuffs off at all during my time with him. Not even on my free days. I could have, but he asked me not to and since they didn't hinder me in any way and it made him happy, I did as he asked. While I was in his house they were always connected together in some way, usually with a two-foot chain between my ankles and a shorter chain between my wrists. I had to work like that, keep the house clean or cook dinner for us. He often used other items as well, he tried just about any possible way to tie me up that I could imagine. And quite a few that I would never have thought of before I met him. He often kept me tied up for hours. Once I spent a whole week in a small cage. No matter how he tied me up, he would always make sure at least one of my orifices could be used for his (and my) pleasure.

Another one of my masters liked me dirty. He lived out in the country in an old farmhouse. I had to do a lot of outside work and he hardly ever allowed me to clean up. The dirtier I was, the more it turned him on. The hayloft saw a lot of use. It wasn't easy for me, especially in the beginning, I'm rather fussy about my appearance" She grinned at that "and at first the urge to shower was really bad."

"You had to work outside? Nude?"

"Yes."

"Wasn't that... unpleasant?"

"Not really. Most of the time the weather was nice enough and since I worked a lot I was not cold. One gets used to it after a while and he didn't force me to stay outside if the weather was too cold. Not for longer than I could stand, at least."

"Ok."

"Another master really loved the smell of my sex. He would often masturbate me just so he had something to smear all over my body and into my hair. That he also enjoyed the show I made when I came didn't hurt. He loved to see my hair all messed up. If you've ever had a really bad hair day... that was the look he loved. At best I'd get to comb or wash my hair once a week. Of course the first thing he did afterwards was to mess it up again, usually with my own juices. Quite often his were mixed in as well."

" Yuck!"

"Yes. At first it was really unpleasant, but I got used to it very quickly. He told me how much he loved the way I looked and smelled every chance he got. He loved it so much, I simply could not feel bad about the way I looked. And, well, constantly having the smell of sex in my nose turned me on quite a bit."

"Oh."

"And then... my last master was incredibly tidy and fastidious about cleanliness. We always showered after we had sex, I had to wash my hair once a day and wear it in a tight ponytail or braid. I had to make sure not a single hair was out of place. I had to shave off every hair below my neck. As far as that goes, he was just about the opposite of the two other masters."

"How could you stand that?"

"I do spend a bit of time on my looks, but he took it to extremes. But on the whole he was nice to serve. As long as I kept everything spotlessly clean, it was nearly impossible to make him angry. He did have a few other peculiarities, but apart from that he was pleasant. The sex I had with him was very good if a little conservative. At least compared to some of my other masters."

"Ok."

"Hmmm... You found that interesting, didn't you?" Suddenly I became aware again that I was nude and that... my nipples were poking out of the fur and that a rather pleasant warmth radiated from my sex. I blushed and covered myself, suddenly uncomfortable "Lydia, this is nothing to be ashamed of. At least in this line of business. Put your paws on the armrests."

That last bit was half an encouragement half a command. I don't quite know why, but I do so.

The smile she flashed me filled me with happiness. "Much better. Don't be ashamed. If you're feeling good, just enjoy it. Ok?"

"Ok."

We were silent for a minute, she kept watching me, focusing on my breasts and my sex "So, Lydia, have I managed to freak you out completely? Or are you still interested?"

"I... I'm still sitting here. I don't have any choice."

"Ok." She considered me "A few more points: You will be given a long-term contraceptive. Your master is not allowed to try to get you pregnant. Period."

"Good."

"You are required to perform in public if your master wants it, which includes appearing on TV or in a film. If it is a commercial film, you will get a portion of the royalties, same as any regular actor would. In such a case we will handle any contract negotiations as your agent."

"Ok." I didn't fancy participating in a porn film. I had not considered that possibility before and I was glad that they had considered the possibility.

"Any questions?"

"Ummm..." I wondered, but I could not think of anything "Not really. I..."

"Confused? Overwhelmed?"

"Yeah."

"That's ok, it is a bit much to take all at once. Do you have a pad?" [Note: Short for Data pad, a PDA device, cell phone, key ring, credit card, ... in one]

"Sure." I retrieved my pad from my wallet and laid it on the table.

"Ok, Lydia. So far things look good for you. I have a good feeling about you, I think will serve us well."

"So... I'm accepted."

"Not yet. I can't make that decision. I will recommend that we should accept you. If you want, that is. We can't make a final decision until we have the results of your examinations in any case."

"Ok."

She turned to her screen and tapped a few buttons. My pad beeped to indicate that I had received mail. "I have sent you our detailed information package. There is the standard contract there. We will add or change a few clauses to personalize it to your specific case, but you might want to read it anyway. Or have a lawyer look at it. But there isn't much you can do about it, either you sign or not, we might change a clause or two at your request, but mostly it's take-it or leave-it."

"Well, ok."

"There's information about our health coverage and insurance plan and so on. Take your time to read this and think about it before you decide if you want to serve us. My contact info is there as well. I'll be handling your case. You can call me if you have any questions or news that might affect your service to us. Any time."

"Any time?"

"Yes." She gave me a lopsided smile "I do try to have a private life, so I'd appreciate if you'd stick to the regular business hours, but if it is really important, you can call whenever you want."

"Really? Day and Night?"

"Basically, yes. I do turn off my phone sometimes, then you'll be redirected to someone else, but apart from that you can call whenever you want. Don't abuse it, though."

"Ok."

"If you start here, I'll be your 'buddy'. You can call me whenever you want. If you have questions about your service, have problems with your master or just need a shoulder to cry on."

"Buddy?"

"Yes. Well, most of the people who serve as slaves her don't exactly come from a loving and caring family or have a lot of friends. Those that do rarely end up here, after all. We found that it helps a lot to have somebody to talk to when you are serving a 'difficult' master."

"What if my master doesn't want me to talk to anyone?"

"Well, if you really insist, he has to let you, but... he can cancel your hire and if you don't have a good reason to call you will be fined. Most masters will allow you to call me or sometimes your friends and family every now and then as long as it does not interfere with your service to him. If he wants you not to talk for a whole day, then you can't call me, of course. I will probably call you every now and then to check on you. It depends very much on your master how much contact with the outside world he allows you."

"Ok."

"You will also find links to stories about bondage and slavery. I recommend that you read a few of them, so you have an idea what you'll get into. We have also included a special membership for a store that caters to bondage needs. There are a few films that you can watch and you can check out the bondage gear. There's a good chance some of that will be used on you. It's a good idea to know about it beforehand."

"Ok."

"I hope you'll enjoy the stories and films. Remember, don't be ashamed if you find the idea of submitting to a master interesting or exciting, the more you enjoy that, the more pleasant your service will be. If you really want to prepare yourself, try to imagine yourself in the situation of the submissive or slave while you read the story."

"Oh. Ok." I looked at her dubiously.

"Just remember that those are stories, not everything they do is physically possible. A lot of what they do is dangerous and should not be attempted in real life, at least not without taking more precautions than the characters in the story do."

"Ok."

She looked me up and down "I think that's it. Any more questions?" I shook my head numbly. "Ok, then think about it and phone me when you know more."

She stood up and held out her hand. After a moment I stood as well and shook it "Ok, bye, Tammy. I'll call you."

"Bye." I turned around and headed for the door. I as about to open it when she called "Lydia!"

I turned to her and asked "Yes?"

She grinned at me "I won't complain, but... you might want to put on your clothes before you leave..."

I blushed, I had completely forgotten that I was nude. "Sorry." I put on my clothes, we said goodbye again and I left.

I don't really remember how I made it home, I was in a daze.

End of Episode 4