The bus doors closed and drove off before Chrissie actually looked around and asked her sister where they were.  She thought she had been to most places in town, but despite looking mostly like any other old section of town this felt like it was out of a different universe.  One of the things she slowly realized was that all the shop doors were labeled emergency exit and opened from the inside out to the street.  She couldn’t see how to get into any of them.

Candy said, “This is a place that respectable people don’t want to be caught coming to.  I’m not sure what the official name for the neighborhood is, but the locals call it ‘kink town’  When our folks were kids this was where adults would go to find comfort workers.  It was illegal for them to operate in any other part of town back then.  Now this is a place where anyone can be themselves and not be judged.”

Candy pointed to a large metal gate just down the side street and continued, “Once we go through the gate, we could strip naked and fuck like bunnies all we wanted.  You’ll see public nudity, sex in the open in the park, any type of kink play you could ever want to see, and some you don’t want to see.  Oh, and there are living urinals like you in almost every business.  Some of them are actually permanent installations, basically tied to a wall for life.”

“Willingly?”Chrissie asked, her jaw hanging open.

Candy shrugged.  “Yeah, most of them.  A few are local criminals being punished, but most are just normal kinky people like me.  You should have seen Blake freaking out the first time I brought him here.”

“Sis, I don’t think you’re normal.”

Candy laughed and teasingly thwacked the back of her sister’s head.  “Yeah, maybe not.  I’m the kind of girl that gives bunnies a bad rep.”

“Please don’t ever change, Sis.”

“Awww.” Candy grabbed Chrissie and gave her a strong passionate kiss, pressing her tongue into her sister’s mouth almost as forcefully as Blake had done the night before.  She didn’t hold it long, pulling back and tugging on Chrissie’s leash trying to hurry to the gates.

When they got to the gate there was actually a policeman there.  They had to have their paws scanned and their age and identity verified.  When Chris gave his name as Chrissie the cop paused.  He looked down and noticed that he could see the bunny’s balls then asked if Chrissie wanted the gender change officially recorded as he typed in the new ‘also known as’entry into Chris’public record.

“N-not yet.  I thought I had to go to the courthouse to have that done.  I’m not ready to make it official yet, if that’s okay, officer?”

“Your choice, but I have to officially keep your primary name as Chris and only list Chrissie as a ‘one in the same’identity.  Doing it at the courthouse hasn’t been the only place to register a gender change for a couple of years now.”

“I didn’t know that.  But, yeah, I’m good with Chrissie as a secondary identity.  For now.”

Because it was Chrissie’s first time there she had to listen to a recording that served as a massive disclaimer about all the things she might encounter inside the walled part of the town.  It was much more extensive than what Candy had told her and some of it was truly frightening.  When it was over, the cop asked if she still wanted to go in of her own free will, telling her not to answer as a submissive.

“I, Chrissie, formerly Chris, Goldwater, wish to enter this alternative lifestyle community of my own free will.”

The cop stopped the video recording and attached it to Chris’record.  “Medical records show you are both clean of anything transmittable and that your vaccinations are all up to date.  Okay, you are free to go in now, girls.  Oh, a public service note.  Birth control injections are free at the clinic now.”

Chrissie looked at Candy and grinned.  She laughed and kissed her nose.  “You’re not gonna get to fuck me today even if we both get the shots, but I think Blake would be okay with you getting the shot.  Doesn’t change the taste of one’s cum or anything.”

“I’d rather you ask him first.”

“Sure.” Candy sent Blake a text then started leading her sister deeper into the gated kinkster community.  A moment later there was a reply.  “Blake wants to do some research first.  He said that too many of these treatments have some nasty side effects.”

Chriss asked, “Like what?”

Candy shrugged.  “Not gonna think about that right now.  Come on, we’re here.”

Inside, Plugs, Whips, Chains, and Smiles was everything that Chrissie had hoped and feared that it would be.  This place wasn’t some novelty store for weekend experimenters.  PWCS catered to the BDSM lifestylist and it was massive.  A topless vixen with a PWCS collar and name tag stopped them at the entrance and made them scan their paws.  Chrissie couldn’t help but notice the vixen was more than topless, but not exactly nude.  She wore a gleaming chastity belt that was leaking slightly from her constant arousal.

“Candy and Chrissie Goldwater.  Very good.  Mister Fartrotter called and told us to be expecting you and left some special instructions for the staff.  Please follow Carlos.”

Carlos was an effeminate canine who wore almost the same outfit as the vixen, save for having a Chastity cage rather than a chastity shield.  He took them to a side room and closed the door.  There was an assortment of black collars, all of them having yellow stripes in the center.

“This means I’m a urinal slave?”Chrissie asked.

Carlos smiled politely.  “No, Madam.  The yellow stripe simply indicates one has a urine kink of some kind or another.  He pointed to a pair of tiny replicas of a men’s urinal.  “This gets attached to the collar to indicate that Madam is a urinal.  White means that you are for public use.  The black one means that you are for private use only.  Mister Fartrotter requested that both be provided with your purchase.”

“And I have to wear that in public?”Chrissie squeaked.

“That is between you and your master.  Mister Fartrotter has given additional instructions on the matter regarding a more formal and socially acceptable pair of collars.”

Candy grinned.  “If I had a formal collar I’d wear it for graduation!”

Chrissie blushed at the thought and wasn’t sure she wanted to be seen at school in any collar, formal or not.  Despite her worries, it was actually easy for her to choose a collar.  There was one that stood out above all the others for her, despite not being very ladylike at all.  It was made of thick black leather and the yellow stripe was actually an enameled chain.  It would take professional tools to cut through that collar if it were locked in place.  That made it feel more permanent and honest for Chrissie.  She was very serious about being a 24/7 lifestyle submissive to her sister and Blake.

Carlos stated that it was an exceptional choice and then requested that Candy remove Chrissie’s collar and put it back on herself, as per Blake’s instructions.  Once done, he explained that per store policy he would be temporarily serving as Chrissie’s master and that when the necessary procedures were completed the collar would be removed and Candy would be the one to put it back on.

“That didn’t happen when we bought my collar here,”Candy stated, confused.

“Changes to both city and local laws now require certain procedures to be followed when a new collar is purchased for D/s reasons.  Please excuse us for the time.  Other staff will be along to assist you and you will be called when it is time to transfer Madam’s leash back to you.”

Carlos practically forced Candy out of the room.  When he was alone with Chrissie he locked the door then led her through a door on the opposite side of the small room.  The room that they were now in had a couch and a pair of overstuffed chairs.  It was brightly lit and the top two thirds of the walls were painted sky blue with the bottom third a natural green.  It was meant to give them room an outdoorsy feel, but Chrissie thought it looked a bit like something a preschool would have.

Carlos said, “Please take a seat.  Whichever one you desire.”

Chrissie nervously sat down on one of the chairs.

Carlos sat in the other and then began, “Your pawscan identifies you as Christopher Allen Goldwater, currently going by the name of Chrissie.  Is this accurate?”

Chrissie nodded and said, “Yes.”

“This is a safe room.  In this room you are owned by no one.  You have no master while you are here.  Through the door behind me is a social stability office with trained government caregivers ready to assist anyone who has been forced into any submission situation against their will, or coerced into such a situation by the threat of sexual denial or the promise of sexual reward.  If you go through that door you will be taken care of, protected, and even provided sexual release should you desire.  This is a chance to get your freedom back.”

Chrissie’s eyes were wide.  “No, it’s not like that,”she quickly blurted out.

Carlos nodded.  “One might be surprised how often it is.  Many who come into this roomed were groomed as children, or are virgins tempted by the promise of sexual gratification.  Do either of these conditions apply to you?”

“Um…I guess I’m still a virgin.  I’ve had oral sex.”

“Then I must state again that free sexual services are offered through that door.  You could free yourself from your virginity at no cost or obligation.  You can be provided with a nurturing and gentle person with your choice of male, female, or other genitals to guide you through your first penetrative sexual act or acts.”

“N-No thank you.  I want my boyfriend or my sister to be my first, not anyone else.”

Carlos nodded and handed Chrissie a laminated card.  “If that is your final answer, then please read one of the sets of words on the card, knowing that by doing so you are giving legal testimony admissible in a court of law.”

Chrissie read over the card three times before making her choice.  She swallowed and stated, “I, Chrissie Goldwater, knowingly and willingly agree to enter into a registered, safe, sane, and risk aware D/s relationship with Blake Fartrotter and Candy Goldwater as my dominants.  I give full consent to them to perform acts of sexual or nonsexual pain and pleasure so long as no lasting harm comes to my being.”

Carlos stated, “I, Carlos Estevez Rodrigues, hereby witness and affirm this declaration in the safe room of the registered establishment known as Plugs, Whips, Chains, and Smiles.”

Chrissie was visibly shaking as she handed the card back to Carlos.  The canine smiled and said, “That was a big step.  I could never have the guts to read that one.  Congratulations, you are now legally a submissive until you petition the courts to say otherwise.  This is part of your legal record, but it is restricted under personal privacy laws.  We don’t want less open minded people stumbling across such things by accident.  It is up to you and your masters who knows.  Because of the one you chose to read, they will be immediately provided with a copy of the recording that just took place and it will be added to their records as well.”

Chrissie nodded, blushing.

“Then come back into the display room and your sister will be brought in to attach your collar and lock it into place.” Carlos closed the door to the safe room behind them and then unlocked the door that led back to the rest of the establishment.  

A few minutes later Candy came back into the room, totally nude, save for a brand new chastity shield and butt plug that were both locked into place.  The shield was buzzing slightly from the butterfly vibrator that was affixed between it and her clitoris.  Candy was actually blushing, which Chrissie almost never saw her do.  Her nipples were hard and her juices were starting to leak through the tiny openings in the shield.

“Fucking Blake’s getting ideas from the internet,”she panted, struggling to maintain her composure with the constant gentle vibrations tormenting her with pleasure.  She sent him a text and a moment later the buzzing stopped, only to be replaced by a faster, but quieter vibration.  “Seriously, Blake?  The buttplug now?”she snapped, but she didn’t send her complaints in a text.

“How long do you have to wear that?”Chrissie asked nervously.

“Two fucking weeks!  Until he gets back from the stud ranch.”

“Um, how do you go to the bathroom?”

“The buttplug has a 24 hour maximum locking time, but it reports back to the control app how long I leave it out before locking it back in place for another 24 hours.” Candy looked really flustered, but Chrissie figured that deep down she was enjoying this.

Carlos cleared his throat.  “If you would be so kind and to collar your submissive, we have a lot more to tend to today.”

“Sorry, Carlos,”Candy said, picking up the collar.  “Last chance to change your mind, Sis.”

Chrissie blushed.  Her final chance was surrendered in the safe room.  For all intents and purposes, Candy and Blake might as well have actually owned her.  “I belong to you and Blake.  Please lock me into my new collar.”

Candy grinned at her sister’s phrasing and attached the collar.  While it would take serious equipment to remove the collar, the lock itself could be cut off with a good pair of side cutters.  She snapped it into place, then spun Chriss around and gave her another kiss.  “Okay, welcome to your new life, Sis.”

Chrissie smiled and nodded happily.  This felt even more right today than it did the day before.  It was as if a weight had been lifted and her heart freed from a cage that held it since she began puberty.

Carlos put the two urinal models in a small but ornately decorated jewelry box.  He reached into his pocket and produced a third, red urinal model and snapped it onto Chrissie’s collar so that anyone could see it.

“What does red mean,”Candy asked.

“Staff and owner use only,”Carlos said, “Mister Fartrotter’s orders.  Chrissie, please remove all of your clothing and surrender your phone and bag to your sister for safekeeping.  Candy, you should have already received or shortly will receive an email from the store.  You may wish to view the linked video in one of the privacy rooms, but I suggest you watch it while we are tending to your sister’s special needs.”

“My special needs,”Chrissie asked as she removed the only two items of clothing she had on.

Carlos snapped a leash to Chrissie’s new collar and said, “It will all be explained.” He led her back into the main part of the store.

Candy got a text from Blake, groaned, and snapped a selfie of her chastity shield.  After he received it there was a loud click and the drain holes were blocked from inside the shield itself.  “I’m going to kill him,”Chrissie muttered, looking for the nearest privacy room so she could watch the video.  The video shocked her so much that she had to back it up and listen to Chrissie’s statement a second time.  She quickly texted Blake, “Um, I think we legally own my sister now.”

Blake texted back, “What the fuck?”

Chrissie texteed, “Find someplace private and watch the video in your email.”

Blake AFK’d.  A few minutes later he texted back, “Holy shit, Candy.  I think we're legally responsible for her.”

Candy’s text back, “What are we going to do?”

There was a worrying delay before Blake’s response came back.  “We will take good care of her.”