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"Thank you for buying me, master," I said when he finally released me, continuing to kiss at his stomach and chest, my hair draped over his body. I expected he would want to begin his day and would have no more time to pass with his slave girl, but I wanted to whet his appetite for later. I was truly grateful that if I were consigned to a lifetime of slavery, at least some of it would be spent in his arms.
"You will have ample opportunity to thank me more fully," he answered. "In time you may come to curse the day that you came into my possession."
"I fear this slave must beg to differ, master," I said, pausing in my ministrations to look up into his eyes. "You may beat me, rape me, abuse me in any way, but I will remain your devoted slave." And at the moment, I meant it.
"Of course you will," David said. "That is why I bought you."
I spent that first day learning about my new surroundings, under the tutelage of the other slave girls David owned: Charlotte, a university student he had met in England, seduced, and enslaved; Deirdre, an American from Virginia, radiantly blonde and long-legged; and Tamara, a Canadian from British Columbia, brown-haired and athletic. I gathered David's taste in girls ran to i
We were detained in David's "country house" outside the capital of the small principality in which he was a prominent citizen. The compound included several buildings and stretched over close to a hundred acres of carefully tended gardens in what was otherwise largely a desert region, a testament to his and his family's wealth. The entire complex was surrounded by a high, electrified fence, with only two gates, each ma
It was a great relief to find that we were not made sexually available to the various servants, guards, and other members of the complex. While we must of course obey the commands of any free person immediately and absolutely - under threat of being whipped - David reserved the use of our bodies to himself, and to those he specifically designated. I do not think this was out of any particular graciousness on his part, but rather from a desire to keep us in a perpetual state of arousal and anticipation, letting our sexual needs grow over time so that, when we were finally given the chance to serve him, we would be particularly helpless and desperate to be pleasing. There were times, however, when we might be given either to a particular staff member, or when we might as a group be thrown to them for their general amusement, either as a reward for good service or simply as a diversion. He was a generous employer, and the services of his slaves were one way in which he compensated his employees.
In addition, we were also called on to serve at di
After the first few nights, each of which David devoted to reducing me to a helpless, conquered, dominated slave girl, begging her master for the privilege of his use, I discovered that I enjoyed no special standing among the girls, but would simply be selected when the master's whims turned toward my particular appearance or talents. David was a co
As Cristina had predicted, I found myself daydreaming of being used by my master or by his friends, or even being subjected to some particularly cruel and demeaning form of rape, or thinking of new ways that I might use my body to please him the next time he gave me the opportunity. But even though it ran counter to everything I had believed for the first two decades of my life, I was not unhappy at this change in my emotional makeup, at this deepening of the psychological bonds that enslaved me even more than the collar I wore about my neck or the armed guards who barred my access to the outside world. In Paris I had been exposed to the brutal economic reality of being a slave girl, of having my body repeatedly sold at a price set to maximize the profits taken by my masters, and despite the sexual gratification I could sometimes find in the arms of my clients, there were still times when I bitterly wept over my fate. But now it was as if I had been restored to the romantic notion of slavery that had initially exerted its magnetic attraction over me. Even when David commanded me to strip myself naked and open my thighs for the amusement of a visiting businessman whom he wished to entertain, I knew that it was indirectly my master that I was serving, and when I was granted to a guest for the night, I knew it was because it brought pleasure to my master. I am sure that David had no more concern for me than one might have for a preferred toy, a possession to be enjoyed and then forgotten, at least until he next had occasion for it. And yet I know that I loved him, in a way and with a passion that I had never expected to know.