SirMGBZ
Governor
I love this as a story! Please, please, please write some more, and maybe give it its own thread! Yum!
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Very Willing Victims
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ledoux
Governor
I'd definitely read more.
SirMGBZ
Governor
It is certainly what I was hoping to see!
ledoux
Governor
Question: Is there anyone on the forums not hoping to see that?
C'mon, I know you're out there. Raise your hands. Both of you.
Calf #15
Magistrate
@ledoux @SirMGBZ I'm happy you like that bit. I'll try to write some more here, but I don't know if I can manage a full story...
After a couple of minutes I could hear the printer upstairs produce a couple of pages and then my husband's - no, my Master's - footsteps. I couldn't help but smile as I heard that he wasn't so much walking as prancing - I've always found the way he walked when he was very happy about something sweet and knowing that I was the reason for his happiness filled my heart with warm joy. One look at his face confirmed his happiness beyond any doubt and one look somewhat lower, at how his trousers were bulging out, proved that men are indeed capable of feeling more than one emotion at a time... His voice was soft and warm, but it had a note that demanded attention as he said:
- This is an enslavement contract. I would like you to take your time and read it carefully, as your signature will be binding. I've filled out our details, but do read through them in case I made a mistake - you wouldn't want to end up enslaved to some stranger due to a misspelling. - he smiled at this point, but I could tell from his voice that he treated the contract very seriously and so should I.
- Yes, I will check everything and read with care.
- Good. The final three pages contain a number of rule sets for us to choose from - he noticed my eyebrow go up in some surprise - yes, for US to choose from. Until you sign your slavery is no more than a fun game and I believe that forcing my choice on you would pretty much constitute rape. I will do my best to explain any details of the contract to you and once we discuss all of the options, and I may try to persuade you to accept some of them, - he winked - I will accept your choice.
- And if I decide not to sign at all? - my voice trembled a bit as I ask the question.
- I will accept. Now that I know of your fantasies, we might play them out a bit without all the legal things, but the contract would open a lot of possibilities...
I nodded and started to read through the pages. The first part was to identify the sides of the contract, as usual. It was very thorough and detailed and I quickly realised that he couldn't have filled it out in the short time it took him to print it out and return to the basement. I wondered how long had it been sitting on his hard drive and waiting... Not that I had any doubts about his thoroughness, but the details were all in perfect order. The next part listed out the duties of both parties. I was surprised that the part concerning the Owner was much longer than the one for the Slave. The owner had the duty to care for the slave's wellbeing and safety, within the boundaries set in the contract type - that would be the third part of the contract. The Slave's duties were short and to the point - pretty much accept your fate and obey your Owner as specified in the contract type...
The third part was where the real content was. There were several types of contract to choose from. The first ones seemed to be tailored for a short hook-up, more about sexual services than anything else. As Master saw me reading them, he explained that the Club offered short term contracts - ranging from one day to a week and indeed these types were for such occasions. I read them nonetheless, blushing at some of the details they went into. Then, Master pointed out, there were the long-term contracts for people only meeting at the Club, but willing to be bound long-term. Finally I reached the types that concerned my own status.
Resident Sex Slave - this was a type, where the Slave was to be accomodated in the Owner's property and perform their tasks at all times. The tasks were listed meticulously and, as the name suggested, concerned with satisfying the Owner sexually in any way they chose.
Resident House Slave - this one was similar, but aside from sexual duties, the Slave was to perform housekeeping and maintenance tasks.
Long-term Slave - the description of this one was very short and could be summed up as "do as the Owner says, where he says and how he says." The term of this type of contract was set in years.
Lifelong Slave - same as above, but the only mention of a term referred to some Act identified by a set of numbers.
Then there were two other types - Property and Livestock, but there were no descriptions, just a referral to "Appendix 1," which was not present in the contract. I read the rest of the contract and looked up at my Master.
- Why is there no Appendix 1?
- I have it in my back pocket, but tell me, do you think you are ready to read it? Those are quite special cases and well, not for the faint of heart, I would say...
I looked him in the eyes and thought about it.
- I did say "no limitations." I would like to at least read them.
Without a word he slowly produced a folded page and handed it to me. I read it, my eyes widening with each paragraph, my breath steadily quickening along with my heart rate. I swallowed hard and looket at Master's face, finding it fixed in an expression of fascination.
- As you can see, the main difference between these two is that the owner of Livestock is not obliged to keep it indoors and may, if he chooses so, sell any produce coming from the livestock. Both these types of contract allow for transfer of ownership, which is impossible in the previous ones.
- Yes, I guess that was made clear and... explicit in the Appendix. As well as the fact that - my mouth instantly ran dry before I spoke the last words - the Owner is allowed to terminate the Slave upon filing the necessary paperwork beforehand.
- Well, yes. - he said calmly.
- And by terminate, I assume, the contract means kill?
- Well, yes. As I said, I would like to encourage you to consider the lifelong contract - there is still a chance to change it every 5 years, as per the Act mentioned there, but I will not pressure you to it. Most submissives start slowly and work their way up, though with us being married, I guess the Resident Slave types are the minimum...
He stopped when I reached out my hand. He produced a pen from the same pocket the Appendix had been hidden in and gave it to me, looking me in the eyes with a difficult to read expression. I squatted down again, placed the contract on the floor and moved the pen down the page, where the Resident Slave contract types were described and paused at Lifelong Slave for a few seconds. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath and quickly marked the type of slavery I was about to place myself in. Master didn't say a word as I put my initials on each page and after a brief pause signed my full name in the proper space on the final page of both copies the contract. I gathered the papers and pen, stood up and with a mischievious grin presented them to him. He told me to turn around and proceeded to initial and sign the contract, using my back as his desk.
Without another word, he walked back up the stairs and I could hear him open and close the safe deposit box. He briefly returned with a length of rope and, still without a word, pulled my arms and tied my wrists securely behind my back. When he stepped back, he said:
- Someone made quite a mess here, look down. - I did and noticed wet drops on the floor. Only then did I realise that my vagina was literally dripping arousal fluid. I pressed my thighs together to try to avoid making more of a mess, but I knew it would be hopeless in the long run... - You'll have to take care of that, but for now I would like to give you a tour of my mancave. Follow me.
- Yes, Master. - I replied quietly.
He opened the door to his mancave, a room I had never been allowed to enter before, which I never really questioned. We walked inside and he closed the door, leaving us in total darkness. He placed his hand on my hip and pulled me closer in to a bit of a hug before switching the light on. When my eyes - and mind - came to terms with what was in front of me I said "wow!" There was a wooden pillory in one corner, a rack big enough to easily suspend a person by the arms and legs, a wooden horse, racks of various whips and other instruments and cabinets filled with devices that I couldn't identify. In front of the door was a simple desk with a leather armchair behind it and a high-backed wooden chair in front. Behind the armchair was another door and the walls, floor and ceiling were equipped with various points, which I believed would be ised to attach ropes or chains. I stood in the doorway, looking from left to right and waiting. Waiting for him to direct me to one of the many devices. So far he stood silently beside me, with his arm around my body.
- So... Livestock,, huh? - Master said in a gentle, loving voice...
After a couple of minutes I could hear the printer upstairs produce a couple of pages and then my husband's - no, my Master's - footsteps. I couldn't help but smile as I heard that he wasn't so much walking as prancing - I've always found the way he walked when he was very happy about something sweet and knowing that I was the reason for his happiness filled my heart with warm joy. One look at his face confirmed his happiness beyond any doubt and one look somewhat lower, at how his trousers were bulging out, proved that men are indeed capable of feeling more than one emotion at a time... His voice was soft and warm, but it had a note that demanded attention as he said:
- This is an enslavement contract. I would like you to take your time and read it carefully, as your signature will be binding. I've filled out our details, but do read through them in case I made a mistake - you wouldn't want to end up enslaved to some stranger due to a misspelling. - he smiled at this point, but I could tell from his voice that he treated the contract very seriously and so should I.
- Yes, I will check everything and read with care.
- Good. The final three pages contain a number of rule sets for us to choose from - he noticed my eyebrow go up in some surprise - yes, for US to choose from. Until you sign your slavery is no more than a fun game and I believe that forcing my choice on you would pretty much constitute rape. I will do my best to explain any details of the contract to you and once we discuss all of the options, and I may try to persuade you to accept some of them, - he winked - I will accept your choice.
- And if I decide not to sign at all? - my voice trembled a bit as I ask the question.
- I will accept. Now that I know of your fantasies, we might play them out a bit without all the legal things, but the contract would open a lot of possibilities...
I nodded and started to read through the pages. The first part was to identify the sides of the contract, as usual. It was very thorough and detailed and I quickly realised that he couldn't have filled it out in the short time it took him to print it out and return to the basement. I wondered how long had it been sitting on his hard drive and waiting... Not that I had any doubts about his thoroughness, but the details were all in perfect order. The next part listed out the duties of both parties. I was surprised that the part concerning the Owner was much longer than the one for the Slave. The owner had the duty to care for the slave's wellbeing and safety, within the boundaries set in the contract type - that would be the third part of the contract. The Slave's duties were short and to the point - pretty much accept your fate and obey your Owner as specified in the contract type...
The third part was where the real content was. There were several types of contract to choose from. The first ones seemed to be tailored for a short hook-up, more about sexual services than anything else. As Master saw me reading them, he explained that the Club offered short term contracts - ranging from one day to a week and indeed these types were for such occasions. I read them nonetheless, blushing at some of the details they went into. Then, Master pointed out, there were the long-term contracts for people only meeting at the Club, but willing to be bound long-term. Finally I reached the types that concerned my own status.
Resident Sex Slave - this was a type, where the Slave was to be accomodated in the Owner's property and perform their tasks at all times. The tasks were listed meticulously and, as the name suggested, concerned with satisfying the Owner sexually in any way they chose.
Resident House Slave - this one was similar, but aside from sexual duties, the Slave was to perform housekeeping and maintenance tasks.
Long-term Slave - the description of this one was very short and could be summed up as "do as the Owner says, where he says and how he says." The term of this type of contract was set in years.
Lifelong Slave - same as above, but the only mention of a term referred to some Act identified by a set of numbers.
Then there were two other types - Property and Livestock, but there were no descriptions, just a referral to "Appendix 1," which was not present in the contract. I read the rest of the contract and looked up at my Master.
- Why is there no Appendix 1?
- I have it in my back pocket, but tell me, do you think you are ready to read it? Those are quite special cases and well, not for the faint of heart, I would say...
I looked him in the eyes and thought about it.
- I did say "no limitations." I would like to at least read them.
Without a word he slowly produced a folded page and handed it to me. I read it, my eyes widening with each paragraph, my breath steadily quickening along with my heart rate. I swallowed hard and looket at Master's face, finding it fixed in an expression of fascination.
- As you can see, the main difference between these two is that the owner of Livestock is not obliged to keep it indoors and may, if he chooses so, sell any produce coming from the livestock. Both these types of contract allow for transfer of ownership, which is impossible in the previous ones.
- Yes, I guess that was made clear and... explicit in the Appendix. As well as the fact that - my mouth instantly ran dry before I spoke the last words - the Owner is allowed to terminate the Slave upon filing the necessary paperwork beforehand.
- Well, yes. - he said calmly.
- And by terminate, I assume, the contract means kill?
- Well, yes. As I said, I would like to encourage you to consider the lifelong contract - there is still a chance to change it every 5 years, as per the Act mentioned there, but I will not pressure you to it. Most submissives start slowly and work their way up, though with us being married, I guess the Resident Slave types are the minimum...
He stopped when I reached out my hand. He produced a pen from the same pocket the Appendix had been hidden in and gave it to me, looking me in the eyes with a difficult to read expression. I squatted down again, placed the contract on the floor and moved the pen down the page, where the Resident Slave contract types were described and paused at Lifelong Slave for a few seconds. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath and quickly marked the type of slavery I was about to place myself in. Master didn't say a word as I put my initials on each page and after a brief pause signed my full name in the proper space on the final page of both copies the contract. I gathered the papers and pen, stood up and with a mischievious grin presented them to him. He told me to turn around and proceeded to initial and sign the contract, using my back as his desk.
Without another word, he walked back up the stairs and I could hear him open and close the safe deposit box. He briefly returned with a length of rope and, still without a word, pulled my arms and tied my wrists securely behind my back. When he stepped back, he said:
- Someone made quite a mess here, look down. - I did and noticed wet drops on the floor. Only then did I realise that my vagina was literally dripping arousal fluid. I pressed my thighs together to try to avoid making more of a mess, but I knew it would be hopeless in the long run... - You'll have to take care of that, but for now I would like to give you a tour of my mancave. Follow me.
- Yes, Master. - I replied quietly.
He opened the door to his mancave, a room I had never been allowed to enter before, which I never really questioned. We walked inside and he closed the door, leaving us in total darkness. He placed his hand on my hip and pulled me closer in to a bit of a hug before switching the light on. When my eyes - and mind - came to terms with what was in front of me I said "wow!" There was a wooden pillory in one corner, a rack big enough to easily suspend a person by the arms and legs, a wooden horse, racks of various whips and other instruments and cabinets filled with devices that I couldn't identify. In front of the door was a simple desk with a leather armchair behind it and a high-backed wooden chair in front. Behind the armchair was another door and the walls, floor and ceiling were equipped with various points, which I believed would be ised to attach ropes or chains. I stood in the doorway, looking from left to right and waiting. Waiting for him to direct me to one of the many devices. So far he stood silently beside me, with his arm around my body.
- So... Livestock,, huh? - Master said in a gentle, loving voice...
Calf #15
Magistrate
@ledoux I have read the contract very thoroughly and you are mistaken. I am to only follow orders given to me by my Owner and any person named by him. However, Master must be acquainted to you, as your name was on the list attached to the contract!
I nodded and looked down at the floor, suddenly ashamed of my choice. He led me around the room, explaining various devices, their history and, mainly, the effect they have on a victim's body. I imagined what it would - well, I guess what it WILL - feel like to be placed on each of the torture devices with fear and excitement. I had dreamed of most of being a victim of most of these devices and even worse and now, I could actually look forward to feeling them work on my own flesh! After every explanation I expected to be placed on the device in front of us, but we moved on every time. Once the tour had been completed Master said:
- I guess this concludes this little room. You are still not allowed to enter this room unless ordered to. That door - he pointed behind the desk - remains off limits to you at all times for two reasons. The first one is that the room is not finished yet. Now that I don't have to hide what I do here, I guess I'll be able to do more work there, but there is still a long way to go. The second reason is that you are not ready yet. At least I think so... I'm still astounded by your offer to be my slave and I need to get used to this idea, but what that room will be about is a couple levels above all this and I need to be sure of you before we go that route.
- I understand, Master. - I looked at him and noticed his blush, the one he always got when really aroused. I spread my legs and pushed my pelvis forward to give him a good look at my drenched genitals - Would you like to use my body to ease your arousal, Sir?
- Hmm... I would love that, actually. How about you get under my desk, Slave?
A bit disappointed, I did as ordered. He pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles and sat down. I set to work immediately. I kissed the tip of his penis and dragged my tongue along the shaft, just the way he liked. Then I massaged the underside with my lips and tongue, going up from his scrotum all the way to the tip, where a large drop of pre-cum was waiting to reward me for my effort. I opened my mouth and took his glans inside it, caressing it gently and applying delicate suction, slowly starting to move up and down rythmically, every pass a little deeper than the one before it. The smell of his crotch, the taste of his pre-cum and his soft moans gratified my efforts. I had done this countless times, still it felt completely new. I felt like having oral sex with him for the first time. It dawned on me that in part this was true - This was the first time I did this not as his girlfriend or wife, but as his slave...
As I was about to move on to another of his favourite oral stimulations - pressing my lips against his shaft at the bottom and pulling slowly towards the tip, he suddenly grabbed my hair in a fist and pushed my head down on his manhood. He reached the back side of my mouth and forced himself deeper. My body reacted on autopilot, moving so as to straighten out my throat and allow him inside it. He held me down this way for a second or two and then started to pull my head back and forth by my hair. The pain of having my hair pulled, the fact that I could not breathe with my throat filled by Master's cock and the simple surprise of what was happening left me unable to react in any way. Well, with my hands behind my back there would have been little for me to do anyway, but I simply stayed put and accepted his assault...
As I started to feel faint from oxygen depravation, I felt him tug me forward stronger than before and keep me there. His manhood pulsed in my mouth and throat and I could feel several big shots of his semen shoot inside me and straight down into my stomach. When he relaxed his grip, I jerked backwards and fell against the front panel of the desk, pulling in all the air my lungs could process. As soon as I managed to regain some control I looked up at and noticed him staring at me, as if waiting to see my reaction.
- Thank you for using me to satisfy yourself, Master. - I said in a harsh voice. His face relaxed and he smiled.
- I was wondering how you would react. It seems you really are a natural sub... Come on, I think you've earned yourself a cup of coffee.
He stood up and walked towards the living room without waiting for me. I followed him quickly, switching the light off with my nose on the way. When I reached the top of the stairs, he had already started up the coffee machine and was grabbing two cups.
- Now normally, when one has a slave, they don't have to perform such tasks, but seeing as your hands are occupied, I will do it this time. - he grinned.
I walked up to him and looked at our living room. The large curtainless window, which I had always loved now filled me with shame - if anyone looked over our hedge, they would see me bound and naked... I tried to push this thought out of my head for now. Once the coffee was made, I realised another problem - how was I to pick the cup up without using my hands? Fortunatelly, Master had a solution ready - he poured my cup into a bowl and placed it on the floor, while he himself sat down at the counter. Without much thought, I kneeled down with my back to him and bent my head to the bowl to slurp some hot coffee. Of course during this, I presented my bare butt and dripping labia to Master, but that was just an added bonus for both of us. I didn't have to wait long for the result... I heard his chair move and felt him push his penis all the way inside my vagina, bumping into my cervix. I yelped in surprise and spilled some of my coffee, but in my mind, I needed him to take me. Take me rough quick and he did just that. There was no warm-up, no gently setting into a rythm. He just thrust himself in and out with as much force and as little consideration as a piston inside an engine... I doubt it took more than half a minute for both of us to explode into orgasm at the same instant...
Once we picked ourselves back together and I cleaned the spilled coffee (with my tongue, as instructed), Master said:
- Oh well, I was intending not to shoot a load in your pussy, seeing as we must leave in a couple of minutes and you have no way of cleaning yourself, but you had to wiggle that thing right in my eyes. - he laughed.
- I'm sorry, Master. Should I refrain from doing it in the future? - I asked woth a sly grin.
- Of course not! I was just trying to be considerate of your comfort... Now then, I have to change. Wait for me in the garage.
I went to the garage and waited there, wondering if he was really going to take me somewhere naked, tied up and with his cum still dripping out of me. The last bit was most suspect, as he would hate me leaving marks on the seat... When he arrived, he said that a van would be here in a couple of minutes to pick us up. I was ordered to be ready to hop in the rear door as soon as the garage opened - some neighbours might be watching and while he didn't really care, he thought I would need some time to get used to the idea of being on display like this...
And just as he said, less than five minutes later, a van pulled up and backed up to our garage, the garage door opened and I ran and jumped right into the open rear door without even thinking what I was doing. As the door shut behind me, leaving only a dim interior light in the cargo compartment of a commercial van, with plywood walls and floor, I realised that I had no idea where we were going...
I nodded and looked down at the floor, suddenly ashamed of my choice. He led me around the room, explaining various devices, their history and, mainly, the effect they have on a victim's body. I imagined what it would - well, I guess what it WILL - feel like to be placed on each of the torture devices with fear and excitement. I had dreamed of most of being a victim of most of these devices and even worse and now, I could actually look forward to feeling them work on my own flesh! After every explanation I expected to be placed on the device in front of us, but we moved on every time. Once the tour had been completed Master said:
- I guess this concludes this little room. You are still not allowed to enter this room unless ordered to. That door - he pointed behind the desk - remains off limits to you at all times for two reasons. The first one is that the room is not finished yet. Now that I don't have to hide what I do here, I guess I'll be able to do more work there, but there is still a long way to go. The second reason is that you are not ready yet. At least I think so... I'm still astounded by your offer to be my slave and I need to get used to this idea, but what that room will be about is a couple levels above all this and I need to be sure of you before we go that route.
- I understand, Master. - I looked at him and noticed his blush, the one he always got when really aroused. I spread my legs and pushed my pelvis forward to give him a good look at my drenched genitals - Would you like to use my body to ease your arousal, Sir?
- Hmm... I would love that, actually. How about you get under my desk, Slave?
A bit disappointed, I did as ordered. He pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles and sat down. I set to work immediately. I kissed the tip of his penis and dragged my tongue along the shaft, just the way he liked. Then I massaged the underside with my lips and tongue, going up from his scrotum all the way to the tip, where a large drop of pre-cum was waiting to reward me for my effort. I opened my mouth and took his glans inside it, caressing it gently and applying delicate suction, slowly starting to move up and down rythmically, every pass a little deeper than the one before it. The smell of his crotch, the taste of his pre-cum and his soft moans gratified my efforts. I had done this countless times, still it felt completely new. I felt like having oral sex with him for the first time. It dawned on me that in part this was true - This was the first time I did this not as his girlfriend or wife, but as his slave...
As I was about to move on to another of his favourite oral stimulations - pressing my lips against his shaft at the bottom and pulling slowly towards the tip, he suddenly grabbed my hair in a fist and pushed my head down on his manhood. He reached the back side of my mouth and forced himself deeper. My body reacted on autopilot, moving so as to straighten out my throat and allow him inside it. He held me down this way for a second or two and then started to pull my head back and forth by my hair. The pain of having my hair pulled, the fact that I could not breathe with my throat filled by Master's cock and the simple surprise of what was happening left me unable to react in any way. Well, with my hands behind my back there would have been little for me to do anyway, but I simply stayed put and accepted his assault...
As I started to feel faint from oxygen depravation, I felt him tug me forward stronger than before and keep me there. His manhood pulsed in my mouth and throat and I could feel several big shots of his semen shoot inside me and straight down into my stomach. When he relaxed his grip, I jerked backwards and fell against the front panel of the desk, pulling in all the air my lungs could process. As soon as I managed to regain some control I looked up at and noticed him staring at me, as if waiting to see my reaction.
- Thank you for using me to satisfy yourself, Master. - I said in a harsh voice. His face relaxed and he smiled.
- I was wondering how you would react. It seems you really are a natural sub... Come on, I think you've earned yourself a cup of coffee.
He stood up and walked towards the living room without waiting for me. I followed him quickly, switching the light off with my nose on the way. When I reached the top of the stairs, he had already started up the coffee machine and was grabbing two cups.
- Now normally, when one has a slave, they don't have to perform such tasks, but seeing as your hands are occupied, I will do it this time. - he grinned.
I walked up to him and looked at our living room. The large curtainless window, which I had always loved now filled me with shame - if anyone looked over our hedge, they would see me bound and naked... I tried to push this thought out of my head for now. Once the coffee was made, I realised another problem - how was I to pick the cup up without using my hands? Fortunatelly, Master had a solution ready - he poured my cup into a bowl and placed it on the floor, while he himself sat down at the counter. Without much thought, I kneeled down with my back to him and bent my head to the bowl to slurp some hot coffee. Of course during this, I presented my bare butt and dripping labia to Master, but that was just an added bonus for both of us. I didn't have to wait long for the result... I heard his chair move and felt him push his penis all the way inside my vagina, bumping into my cervix. I yelped in surprise and spilled some of my coffee, but in my mind, I needed him to take me. Take me rough quick and he did just that. There was no warm-up, no gently setting into a rythm. He just thrust himself in and out with as much force and as little consideration as a piston inside an engine... I doubt it took more than half a minute for both of us to explode into orgasm at the same instant...
Once we picked ourselves back together and I cleaned the spilled coffee (with my tongue, as instructed), Master said:
- Oh well, I was intending not to shoot a load in your pussy, seeing as we must leave in a couple of minutes and you have no way of cleaning yourself, but you had to wiggle that thing right in my eyes. - he laughed.
- I'm sorry, Master. Should I refrain from doing it in the future? - I asked woth a sly grin.
- Of course not! I was just trying to be considerate of your comfort... Now then, I have to change. Wait for me in the garage.
I went to the garage and waited there, wondering if he was really going to take me somewhere naked, tied up and with his cum still dripping out of me. The last bit was most suspect, as he would hate me leaving marks on the seat... When he arrived, he said that a van would be here in a couple of minutes to pick us up. I was ordered to be ready to hop in the rear door as soon as the garage opened - some neighbours might be watching and while he didn't really care, he thought I would need some time to get used to the idea of being on display like this...
And just as he said, less than five minutes later, a van pulled up and backed up to our garage, the garage door opened and I ran and jumped right into the open rear door without even thinking what I was doing. As the door shut behind me, leaving only a dim interior light in the cargo compartment of a commercial van, with plywood walls and floor, I realised that I had no idea where we were going...
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SirMGBZ
Governor
The word you are looking for is vignette. And you have given us a delightful little vignette here.
Also, this is so hot it combusts! Damn, lady, you have a talent for writing. I love what you have written so far, and would love to see more.
If I might offer a suggestion on how to continue it, as and when you have time for it. Use the conceit that your Master has ordered you to write a series of journal entries documenting your new life. That way, when the spirit moves you, you can write a new entry, and in the meantime, we can imagine that nothing especially noteworthy took place.
ledoux
Governor
@Calf #15 Because you are so new to slavery, I will forgive this one transgression. As you knew I was on the list, the impudent response above should have been something like, "Sir, this slave is happy to humbly obey your commands. Here is the next installment as you demanded." There was no need to inform me of something I knew. Remember, I'm on your master's list, so another slip like this and you will be punished soundly. My slave, @Eulalia would never dream of such impudence. Of course, in her case, the only real way to punish her is to withhold punishment. This can make life pretty confusing,
but that's a whole other story.
Actually a little impudence is not a bad thing. It has its moments.@Calf #15 Because you are so new to slavery, I will forgive this one transgression. As you knew I was on the list, the impudent response above should have been something like, "Sir, this slave is happy to humbly obey your commands. Here is the next installment as you demanded." There was no need to inform me of something I knew. Remember, I'm on your master's list, so another slip like this and you will be punished soundly. My slave, @Eulalia would never dream of such impudence. Of course, in her case, the only real way to punish her is to withhold punishment. This can make life pretty confusing,
