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April walked down the aisle gazing at all the merchandise around her. Since she was a
child, April had always been fascinated with the selection of slaves at the Department
Store. Jacey's was a high end department store and the quality of the slaves was high.
Jacey's offered a wide selection of quality slaves from domestics and nannies to gardeners
and chefs. Slaves varied in price due to a number of factors such as age, health,
experience and training. These were luxury items that only the upper crust of society could
afford and April fantasized about what it would be like to own one.
As April walked down the aisle she found herself in the domestic section. The majority of
the domestics were women although around 10% were men. Each slave was dressed the
same. The women had on over sized white cotton short sleeve shirts that went down to
their knees. They were barefoot with their left leg hooked to the floor by a a metal chain.
This gave them enough movement to walk about two to three feet in any direction. The
outfits were plain and the slaves appearance was also plain. There was really no reason to
highlight the slaves appearance as each of these women were bound to a life of domestic
servitude. April seemed to be lost in her fantasy when she heard a familiar voice.
"April, is that you?"
April turned in the direction of the sound and saw her friend Jessica. Jessica and April
were classmates at United University. She was wearing a smart two piece gray skirt suit
with a light black pinstripe, nude pantyhose and cute 2 inch black pumps. The suit
complimented Jessica's 5'8" frame and athletic build. She wore her blond hair in a cute
French braid. "Hey Jessica, what's up? Why are you so dressed up?"
"Believe it or not, I got a job here."
April was surprised, "Really? How do you get a job at this store? You do not have any
experience selling slaves."
"Well I can't take too much credit," Jessica smiled. "My father has a friend at the
company and mentioned I was majoring in merchandising. He hooked me up with this
position."
"Wow that is really cool. How has it been going? I mean I have always been fascinated
with this section of the store. Since I was little girl I used to imagine what it would be like
to buy my own housemaid," April seemed to drift off in her fantasy again.
"The job is great. Its pretty easy. I get to work about an hour before we open and
familiarize myself with the merchandise. Then I come onto the floor and talk to potential
buyers. I make $8/hour plus a 10% commission. Given that the average slave sells for
around $5,000, there is a huge opportunity to make some great money."
"10% commission," April's eyes perked up. "That is some serious cash. Have you sold
any slaves yet?"
"No not yet. I have been here about a week. The other sales people mentioned that in a
good week you can sell one or two, but it is not that common. I mean a lot of the
merchandise is more expensive than a car. Those kinds of decisions take time to make."
"Yea, I would imagine so." April wandered around a couple of the slaves. "Do they talk
much? I mean it seems like they should be nervous or something. I know I would be."
"No not really. This is a high end store and most of the merchandise have years of
training. This includes a lot of mental training as well, and they pretty accept that this is
their lot in life. Still I am not sure how they remain so calm. I think it would be a bit scary
to be on display, but they are treated well. For every four hours they are standing we let
them rest for an hour. They receive three meals a day and the holding pen is quite nice."
This was all very fascinating to April and she again drifted off into her fantasy while
Jessica spoke, not really hearing the words coming out of her mouth. This was so very
different from anything she experienced in a typical day. Sure slavery was legal, but the
average citizen rarely experienced it first hand. Only the wealthy and upper middle class
could afford personal slaves. Clearly there were slaves all around her, but they tended to
do the low level service labor. It was almost if they were non existent. April rarely even
noticed them at the University.
"April, April, you still with me?"
April was startled from her dream by Jessica calling her name, "Uhm yes I am with you,
Jessica. Sorry I was just thinking about slavery. I mean there are slaves all around us and
I hardly even notice them. I wonder what it must be like to be one of them?"
Jessica paused for a moment. "Well I am not sure, seems kind of boring to me. They
just stand around all day, not terribly exciting."
"You are looking at it from your perspective, not theirs. Clearly it looks really boring, but
they must be terrified. I do not care how much you are trained to do this job, it must be
frightening for them knowing that they are only property and their sole purpose in life is to
please someone else."
"Maybe your right," Jessica said. Then suddenly she got a smile on her face. "Hey I
have an idea."
"What?" April looked Jessica a little suspiciously.
"Listen April, why don't we try a little experiment."
"What kind of experiment?"
"April this is going to sound crazy, but hear me out. We could dress you up as one of the
slaves and put you on display."
April interrupted, "Are you crazy?"
"Listen, it would be easy. I could get you prepared in the back and put you on display.
There are like five hours left before the store closes. We could put you on display until the
end of the day." Jessica was getting more and more excited by the idea.
Skeptical, April said, "Look it sounds exciting, but I do not want to be sold."
"You won't be sold April. We do not have specs on you and I will mention to any buyer
that you are on layaway and not able to be purchased, but you would still experience what
it felt like to be a slave. There is no risk. I mean in reality we only sell like a couple slaves
per day in the entire store. We could even pair this up for our sociology class. You know
we need to do an experiment. This would be a guaranteed A."
April's interest seemed to peak up a bit, "Your sure there is no risk. We are not going to
get into trouble."
"I promise there is no risk and we will not get into trouble. Everyone would just think
you are a slave. At the end of the day, we end the charade, you go home and we get an A
on our sociology paper."
"Ok, lets do this."
"Great come with me." April followed Jessica through a door that was set off to the side.
Once through the door, she noticed that the room was rather plain not like the display
area. The floor was tiled and there were a few couches and a vending machine off to the
side. As April got her barrings Jessica spoke, "This is our break room. We should not be
disturbed but we need to move quickly. I am not supposed to be on break for another two
hours. Wait here, I will be right back."
Jessica was only gone for a minute but it seemed like an eternity for April. She kept
going over things in her mind. Was she really going to do this? This was crazy? Slavery
was not a game. She felt the appeal but at the same time she also felt a bit guilty playing
around given that everyone on the floor outside was a slave. As her mind wandered,
Jessica walked back into the room. "Okay April, strip."
"What?" April asked startled by the request.
"Sorry April, we do not have much time and you need to get changed. Here put this
on." Jessica handed April one the over sized shirts that the slaves were wearing outside.
April hesitated for a moment but then began to slip out of her clothes. First she removed
her black skirt sliding it down her legs. This revealed her dark blue tights and the bottom of
her blue cotton blouse. Next came the blouse and April was standing in front of Jessica in
just her floral bra and panty set, blue tights and cute black maryjanes. Jessica did not look
away but instead stared intently, which made April blush a bit but she continued removing
her clothes next by slipping out of her shoes and then sliding her tights down her legs.
Once the tights were off, April reached for the shirt.
"Stop," Jessica said.
"What?" April looked confused.
"Here put these on." Jessica handed April a very plain white bra and panty set. "Slaves
would never be given such nice underwear. I am sorry but to pull this off you have to look
like a slave." April appeared rattled. She was fairly shy and not sure she wanted to strip
naked in front of Jessica. "Hey April, it is just us girls." This put April at ease and she
removed her bra and panties. Jessica smirked a bit as she realized that April was indeed a
real red head, her trimmed bush contrasting against her fair skin. April blushed again and
quickly put on the simple white bra and panty set. Once covered again, she relaxed for a
second before sliding on the white shift.
Jessica was equally shocked by the transformation. Other than a tad bit of makeup, April
looked just like any other slave on the merchandise floor. Jessica walked over to April and
handed her a face cleansing wipe. "Here you need to take off your makeup." April took the
wipe and carefully removed her blush and lipstick. With each wipe she felt a little bit more
of herself slipping away. Jessica walked over to April and put an earring into her ear. April
could feel something dangling down by her cheek.
Curious, April asked, "What did you did you place in my ear, Jessica? I thought slaves
were not supposed to wear jewelry."
"Its not jewelry April, its your price tag. I thought $10,000 was an appropriate amount.
Normally, slaves would also have a bar code stamped on their wrist, but since you are not in
our system that is not possible. This will also guarantee that you are not accidentally sold
since no one would be able to process you. Now follow me, we need to get you onto the
floor." April seemed to take this in for a second but her moment was interrupted by Jessica,
"Ok April, it is time to get you out on the floor. Follow me."
April followed Jessica out onto the main floor. The nice wood floor was cold against her
bare feet as she walked nervously onto the floor. Jessica led her into the middle of the
domestic section. Before April had time to relax, Jessica attached a chain to her leg which
was connected to a bolt in the floor. "Jessica, I am not so sure about this."
"Relax April. The store closes in 4 hours and I will be near by. Nothing is going to
happen to you." The words were reassuring to April and she relaxed a bit as Jessica walked
off, leaving her there like any other slave.
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