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 Jessica, in a past life and happier times, her friends had called her Jess,
but now, she was just a nameless worker, shuffling along with the rest of
the women.  How things had changed in the last two years.  Memory of her
freedom seemed like a thing of the past.  But now, wealthy men ruled from
lofty penthouses and men without money and almost every woman served them.
The serf class of which Jess now found herself, spent their days working on
farms, in kitchens and factories.  Serving the wealthy and making them
richer.  But every now and then, a call for special domestic services would
go out.  All the pretty young girls and busty women would line up for these
opportunities, to be selected as a concubine, a bed servant for one of the
wealthy men.

   Mother's would prep their daughters in hopes of winning the attention of
a wealthy man, for with it came a higher standard of living, food, fancy
clothes, travel, access to modern medicine, a better life for their
daughters they hoped, and often, the mother would be taken in as a house
servant, a much better proposition that slaving away in a factory for the
rest of her life.  Some of the calls would specify age ranges, or body
type, color of hair, ethnicity, you name it, different men had different
preferences.  The men for their part needn't submit more than their name,
requirements and where they would be relocated to.

   Jess had not bothered with trying to attain any of these positions in
the past, they were all requesting women younger than her, or women without
children.  But a post recently came up, that she decided she would sign up
for.  it read: "Mr.  Emerson is seeking women who freely choose to kneel
before their chosen Master.  Pretenders will be discovered and rejected.  A
good home will be provided to the right submissive woman and her family. 
In person interviews and applicants only." Jess's heart fluttered a moment
as she read the posting.  A picture of Mr.  Emerson was provided as well as
the address and date of the interview.

   Jess found Mr.  Emerson to be very handsome.  But what had really set
her heart aflutter was the phrasing, "women who freely choose to kneel
before their chosen Master.  Pretenders will be discovered and rejected".
Jess's nipples stiffened and her clit throbbed at the thought of kneeling
before the handsome man, choosing to submit, it was a feeling she had in
her, harbored and hidden through most of her past life, but now, given an
opportunity to take flight, she gushed as her mind drifted into fantasy. 
This was a chance for her to live out her fantasy and provide a better life
for herself and her young daughter.

   Jessica had been scraping by, working in the clothing factory, stitching
and sewing delicate lingerie, the kind she used to love to wear on special
occasions for her man, but now, she wore a plain dress and "government
issued" cotton panties.  Her young daughter went to school half the day,
then carried out simple jobs in the afternoon.  How quickly the once free
nation had turned into a darker version of communist China, she thought. 
Giving unfettered power back to the captains of industry had seemed like a
good idea at the time, but now, the idea seemed to have lost its luster for
most of the population.

   Mr.  Emerson's applicants were to report in person only two day's from
now.  These applications were always held on Sundays, the only day most
people had off, so they wouldn't interfere with people completing their
jobs.  Jess lived in a small apartment she shared with another single
mother.  The women bunked in one room, Jess's daughter and her roommate's
two children in another.  It wasn't posh, but it was mostly safe, at least
compared to the non-working masses who had fallen to crime and destruction.
Those people had been slowly herded into smaller tighter locations where
they'd taken to killing themselves and each other, like Cabrini Green times
100.  Jess had few belongings and trying to look pretty for the interview
would be challenging.

   The morning of the interview day, Jess had borrowed a razor from her
roommate and had carefully shaved every bit of hair from her body.  The
dull razor had made the process more grueling than she wished.  But finally
she finished, her pussy was smooth as she ran her hand across it,
moistening at the thought of what the day may bring.  Her hair she had
washed the night before and had slept in braids so that it would be wavy
when she un-braided it just before getting to the interview location.  Only
a few years ago, straight hair was all the vogue, but now it meant greasy
and unwashed.  Her nails were trimmed neatly, but otherwise unadorned. 
Nail polish wasn't something she currently owned.  Jess pulled on a pair of
clean white cotton panties, then deciding to leave her large breasts free
of a bra, pulled her most form fitting dress over her head.  It wasn't
fashionable by any standards, but it was the best she had.  She had kissed
her daughter goodbye and told her to wish her luck.

   Now, in the present, Jess was shambling down a hallway packed with other
women, hopeful that they would be chosen by Mr Emerson to serve as his
concubine, his servant, and probably one of any number of sex slaves he
employed in his house for either himself or his guests to enjoy.  They had
crowded in front of the building, the call for all ages of women had made
this particular opportunity very popular.  Once the doors had opened the
women had herded in like cattle.  Jess smelled both other women's body odor
as well as strong perfume, from the lucky few who had stashed, stolen or
begged to attain it.  The line of women slowly moved forward in a hallway,
disappearing into a room for initial processing.

   When Jess finally entered the first room, She was handed a bag and told
to remove all her clothes, place them in the bag and carry it into the next
room.  Around her women of every shape, size, age and color were
undressing, and then proceeding through the next door.  Thankfully it was
warm, enough.  Self consciously, Jess removed her dress and glancing
around, saw fat old women and skinny young girls, some she thought, "no
chance" and to others she thought, "how can I compete with that".  But she
was committed, and reminded herself that it said "good home to families"
and that "pretenders would be rejected", she wondered how that would be
determined.

   After disrobing, Jess walked into the next room.  As she entered, she
was asked by a female coordinator, "Are you here with any family?" to which
Jess answered "No".  She was directed to a door on the left.  She could see
other women, who apparently were with their daughters, all in the same
state of undress, being directed through the door on the right.

   She entered a big room, the women were slowly being lined up in front of
a well lit area, with lights and a white backdrop, it reminded Jess of a
photo shoot.  Each woman was quickly made to stand on a small platform as a
camera operator slowly circled her.  Another stern looking woman stood to
the side, an ear piece in her ear as well as a microphone at the side of
her face.  She was placing red, yellow or green wristbands on each woman
after she came down from the camera platform.  There were matching colors
over three doors which each women was meant to to go through depending upon
the color of the wristband.  It became quickly obvious to Jess that the
really fat and unattractive women were getting red bands and sent out, the
young and sexy women were being given green wristbands, and the remainder
were given yellow bands.  A similar process was happening on the other side
of the room, near the door where the families had entered, however they
were being judged and wrist banded as a unit, and sent through their own
set of colored doors.

   Jess was worried by the time she got to the platform.  She wasn't a
twenty something little stick, like most of the green wrist bands had been,
but she was still sexy in her own right, big plush tits and a very nice
ass, she thought.  She stood up proudly in the bright light, and was then
asked to step down.  The severe little bitch coordinator wrapped a yellow
band around her wrist.  Well at least it wasn't red.  Jess mollified
herself as she carried her bag with her panties and dress through the
yellow door.

   She came into a room with rows of tables and chairs.  On a screen in the
front of the room were the instructions "find a seat, place your bag under
the chair, and sit quietly, with hands clasped together on top of the the
desk, knees together and await further instructions".  The room was about
half filled with naked women wearing yellow wrist bands, when Jess sat
herself near the front.  She did exactly as the instructions stated.  A
couple coordinators made their way around the room, occasionally
instructing women to come with them.  It didn't take long for Jess to
realize the women being escorted out had failed to comply with the
instructions: either they were fidgeting, not keeping their hands clasped,
talking, or even if they had failed to place their bag under the chair. 
Jess surmised, the yellow wrist band meant no tolerance at all for failing
to follow instructions.  She squirmed slightly in her seat, flushing at the
satisfaction that her desire to obey was the right way.
The room quickly filled, the doors were closed, and the women sat.  They
continued to sit for several minutes, the minutes stretched on into how
long, Jess couldn't tell, 15 minutes, half an hour, an hour maybe, Jess
thought to herself, but she remained, seated upright, her hands clasped
atop the table before her.  Several more women were escorted out as they
were unable to sit still.  Finally, an authoritative male voice spoke over

speakers in the cieling.

   "Thank you for your patience, as you know, true submission is a gift, it
cannot be falsified, or taken, it must be given by a true submissive to her
chosen Master.  If a life of kneeling before your master is not desirable,
please leave now, you will be given a week's worth of food for your time
and honesty.  Anyone who stays after this time, will be whipped for failing
any of the remaining tests".

   Jess heard a woman say "Oh fuck that!" and got up and walked through the
exit, several other women followed suit.  She could hear the coordinators
thanking them for their time and handing out the meal vouchers.  Jess was
tempted to take the offered food voucher, but the wetness slowly leaking
from her pussy onto her chair indicated that she might want to stick this
out a bit longer.

   After the quitters had all departed, the voice spoke again.  "Please
relax.  You may sit back and move your hands and legs freely as you enjoy
the following 15 minute video.  This pleasure is provided to you by your
Master." The lights dimmed and soft music began to play as still pictures
came up on the screen in front of her.  A well dressed man, standing, his
face in shadows, then a shadowy image of a woman on hands and knees in
lingerie, taken from behind her, a well dressed man twenty feet in front of
her.  More images flashed, women in sexy lingerie, handsome well dressed
men.  Sometimes the women had collars around their necks or hands in cuffs,
but always sexy and always in lingerie.  Sometimes the women were kneeling,
arms wrapped around the man's leg, her face a look of contentment.  Jess's
breathing was coming shorter, her body flushed at the sexual imagery.  Her
pussy moistened and her hand clamped over herself.  The pictures continued,
a women with nipples clamped, being painfully tugged by the master.  A
woman pawing at the belt of her Master standing before her.  The woman, a
look of adoration on her face as she held her Master's stiff cock jutting
from the fly of his pants.  A woman sucking on the head of a hard cock.  A
woman's face, lips and tongue reaching for her Master's balls as his cock
was buried deep in her mouth.  A man standing, a woman kneeling, his cock
entirely invisible as the woman had completely engulfed it in her mouth and
throat.  Jess pinched her nipples with one hand as she continued to knead
her pussy with the other.  She was audibly panting, not caring about the
women she could barely see around her.  If she cared, she'd have heard that
she wasn't alone in her arousal.  Some women rapidly rubbing their clits,
enjoying the images as they crescendoed with images of cum dripping from
women's chins, onto full breasts, or pooled in their mouths as they looked
up smiling at their Master.  Jess could hear women masturbating all around
her.  She was doing the same, a small spasm had already wracked her body,
but she was afraid to orgasm, without explicit permission.

   Suddenly, the video stopped and the lights came back on.  The voice came
over the speaker, commanding "Sit up, put your hands on the desk and your
knees together." One woman, lost in her pleasure, loudly groaned and shook
through a self induced orgasm.  Several other women looked on in shock. 
Jess quickly complied with the instructions.

   A woman in black leather rolled a leather bench into the middle of the
room.  She held a black flogger in her hand and wore a black leather mask.
Two burly men were stationed at each of the exits.

   "Some of you don't seem to follow orders, you will each be flogged 5
times for each offence and sent out, or 10 times if you choose to continue
the trial."

   The coordinators walked over to the woman who had masturbated through
the instructions to sit up.  "I, I, I....  " she blustered, tears starting
to drop from her eyes, as a coordinator each grabbed an arm.  She was
brought to the leather bench, her back to the room, her ankles were
fastened to the base, her legs spread wide.  The coordinators twisted her
wrists forcing her to bend over the leather horse, giving the remaining
women a great view of her sexy ass.

   The woman in black leather spoke.  "You have committed two offences. 
You failed to follow instructions when they were given and you had an
orgasm without explicit permission." Jess heard several people around her
gasp.  Silently she thanked herself for holding back her own orgasm.  "You
are to be flogged 10 times for your offenses, if you choose to stay, you
will receive 20 floggings.  Which do you choose?"

   Quietly the bent over woman answered "Twenty".

   "She has chose to receive 20 strappings and stay" repeated the
dominatrix.  She then proceeded to flog the woman's ass, each blow left
bright pink marks across her ass.  The woman began wailing after the 4th
strike, by twenty, her ass was beat read, some slight lines of blood could
be seen as she shuddered and sobbed.  She was then released and sent back
to her chair.  "After care is for submissive's who have earned a Master,
you have not yet done so." said the dominatrix.

   What followed were several more women being pulled from their chairs for
having masturbated to an orgasm.  Jess wondered how they could even have
known in some cases, but any protests were ignored.  Three of the five
women brought up this way took only five floggings and were removed from
the room.

   "There are four more of you that tried to pretend you were submissives.
You were given the opportunity to leave, and now you will be flogged for
wasting everyone's time, you will not be given the choice of staying." Jess
gulped, afraid they would call her up, there were only eight women left who
hadn't already been flogged.  The coordinators made their way toward Jess,
she blanched and paled until she realized they had selected the woman
behind her.  She was dragged screaming and against her will, forced over
the horse and whipped, screaming the entire time.  She was left whimpering
as she took her bag of clothes, and her red ass and departed.  Jess saw
that the woman to her left was completely pale, as far as Jess could
remember, the woman had sat upright throughout the entire proceedings, and
video.  Sure enough, the came for her next.  She just whimpered, but
complied obediently.  She took her beating as best she could, and when she
came to pick up her bag, Jess shared a compassionate look with her. 
Obedient, thought Jess, but not sexually aroused by obedience.

   Two more women were given the same treatment.  They were down to 12
women in the end.

   "If you will follow me slaves, your next test awaits." instructed a
coordinator..
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