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It started with a message from Master:nn“Tonight. There will be slut tryouts. Bring the uniform I gave you.”nnI wrote back, hands trembling.nn“Should I wear it when I arrive?”n“You’ll present yourself. They’ll decide if you belong.”nnI spent the day half-numb, the bag at my feet. By the time I reached the theatre I’d chosen safety—jeans, a loose shirt, sneakers. When I walked onto the stage the lights flared, blinding, and I could feel hundreds of eyes behind the darkness.nnFor a heartbeat there was silence. Then the noise broke: people talking, shouting.n“Is she serious, she has the face and body of a slut”n“She was told to look like it!”n“She came dressed like a student, not a whore!”nnMaster’s voice carried over the chaos.nn“You heard them. Change.”nnThe sound of my heartbeat was louder than the crowd. I left the stage and opened the bag. The uniform waited: red cropped top, blue shorts cut high, black heels. It wasn’t clothing; it was exposure. My hands shook as I changed. When I stepped back out, the noise stopped again.nnMaster’s tone was level.nn“Turn.”nnI turned to the front, to the side, then to the back, every movement deliberate, mechanical. The crowd’s judgment rolled over me like heat. They weren’t seeing a person; they were measuring a fuck toy.nn“Good,” Master said. “She understands obedience.”nnSomeone at the edge of the stage spoke up:nn“Send her to the program. County facility needs new recruits.”nnThe words hit like a verdict. I didn’t speak. I only nodded.nnThe FacilitynnThe next hour a van came. The driver didn’t ask my name. The walls of the facility rose out of the mist — concrete, wire, grey light. A guard checked a list.nn“You’ll assist in maintenance and morale programs,” he said flatly. “Keep the uniform clean. Follow orders. You’re being observed.”nnInside, the hallways smelled of cum and cocks. Every face that turned toward me carried the same expression — curiosity, lust, craving, a disbelief. I kept walking, heels tapping the floor.nnMaster’s final message echoed in my mind:nn“This is where you learn who owns your time. Serve well.”nnI didn’t answer. There was nothing to say.
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