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Sharon and I sat down at the large oval table and waited as Rosanne busied herself welcoming the guests. Slowly the table filled up as the women arrived. Most of the women were whispering to each other and looking at me.
I assume most of them wondered why a man was at their party. I began to feel uneasy because there were about twelve women and I was the only man. I didn't think I could perform twelve times in one evening. I just smiled at them when they would smile at me.
Yet, no one spoke to me, not even Sharon.
After everyone arrived and got seated, our wine glasses were filled by another maid I had never seen before. This woman was somewhat plain and acted very shy. The maid walked around filling wine glasses and seemed afraid to make eye contact with anyone.
We all sipped wine for about fifteen minutes before our meal was served. The ladies chatted back and forth through the entire meal; still, no one spoke to me. After our plates were taken away, Sharon stood up and walked to the front of the table and spoke.
"Hello ladies, and welcome to tonight's little get together," she said.
"I would like everyone to welcome Paul to our event." All the ladies looked towards me and smiled, as Sharon continued.
"Paul has been informed of our code of secrecy, so you all can relax. Paul is my personal slave; he will obey my every command. But, ladies, make no mistake... he is to be considered my personal possession." Sharon explained.
A very petite woman dressed in business attire, spoke up from near the opposite end of the table.
"What kind of commands does he obey?" Sharon simply smiled at me.
"Paul? Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me." I played along and crawled over to her. A large woman at the other end of the table spoke up next.
"Was he in the fun room at your party?"
Sharon just smiled and replied in her soft voice.
"Yes he was, so some of you already know his possible uses."
The large woman kind of squirmed in her chair after hearing Sharon's response. Several women were whispering to each other around the table. Sharon cleared her throat and continued.
"I guess some of you are wondering why I am telling you this, so let me explain." Sharon took a small gold lock out of her purse and placed it on the table, with one key beside it.
"As you all know, I travel a lot, so I will need someone to take care of my pet while I am away.
"When I leave, I will place this lock on a necklace around his neck and whoever has the key to unlock it has total control and use of him; until I return."
As I listened, I learned that I could be traded between the women, but only by the transfer of the key. I also learned that I would never know when, or where I would be, when whoever approached me with the key.
At any time, whether I was in the grocery store, or out at a movie, the holder of the key could walk up, unlock the lock, thus transferring control immediately.
Sharon went on to continue speaking.
"Tonight, I will draw a name out of the box beside the door, where you all placed your name as you entered. I will hand you the key as you leave, as I will be leaving tonight."
She then turned to face me.
"Paul, when you are needed, you will be sent a text message with a time and place to be. You will be given no other information."
After hearing Sharon's instructions, I found myself wondering just what I had gone and gotten into!
This meant that I was to be at the disposal of any of these women... at any given time. I was then instructed to go home and I would be contacted when I was needed.
I was driven home by limo, and dropped off at the door without so much as a word from the driver. Wearily, I went in and headed for the kitchen. I opened the fridge and opened a bottle of water, then turned and headed for the living room to stretch out. I sat down on the couch and soon dozed off as my mind buzzed, full of questions that I hoped would all be answered fairly soon.
I woke the next day at almost lunchtime and went up to shower and change. After getting that done, I went to the supermarket to get some groceries. While standing in line, my cell phone rang with a text message telling me to go to the library and sit down at the computers.
'Here we go,'
I thought to myself.
I hadn't been at the library very long before the librarian walked over and spoke in a low voice to me.
"Are you Paul?" She asked.
I nodded yes and smiled at the rather large breasted lady. She must have noticed that I was staring at her chest, because she crossed her arms and gave me a "go to hell" look. The now pissed off woman tossed an envelope down on the keyboard and mumbled sarcastically.
"This was left for you," then she turned and walked away.
I was trying not to laugh out loud at my mistake; that poor woman probably thought that I was some pervert or something. I opened the envelope and there was a hand drawn map with three o'clock pm and no other instructions. Now I was intrigued not only at the simplicity, but at the lack of details.
I drove for about an hour, following the map, to an old abandoned barn out in the country. There weren't any houses for five or six miles around, and the only sign of life, other than myself, was an expensive little sports car parked beside the barn.
I got out of the car and walked toward the inside of the barn and at the far end; there was a small table set up with the key to my lock, along with a note, blindfold and a pair of hinged handcuffs. The note read:
"Paul:
First, you are to disrobe.
Second, you will then place the blindfold on.
Third, you will then handcuff your hands behind your back."
Now I was feeling a little bit reluctant, because I didn't want some landowner to show up and have me arrested like this. I looked around, mainly to assure myself I was alone, then pulled my boots and jeans off, tossing them aside.
Next, I removed my boxers and shirt, still looking around and listening for anyone. After a deep steadying breath, I tied the black fabric around my head blocking out my vision and leaving me in total darkness.
I then felt around on the table and felt the cold steel of the handcuffs. A chill ran up my spine as I clicked them around my right wrist; then I reached around behind my back and tried to close the other side, but couldn't. I took little steps across the barn until I found a support beam to use to push against.
Using the beam, I pressed the other side of the cuffs closed on my wrist and for a moment, I felt panicked because I was totally helpless; there was absolutely nothing I could do to free myself. My panic was eased a little as I soon heard a female voice.
"Very good, slave."
There was something strangely familiar about this voice, and her perfume. Yes, I knew this woman, but I couldn't place who she was.
"Stand up straight, so I can have a look at you," she ordered.
