Her master, whom had been so kind to her, met her when she was only eighteen. She met him at a party, though he had been watching her for months. He was not a poor or homely man, but wealthy and incredibly good looking. Her mind, when she saw him went into overload and she about drooled over him the entire time.
"Have you been drinking, Sarah?" His voice was that of a southern cowboy's and she adored it being southern herself. She shook her head and explained to him that she was the designated driver and refused to have anything harsher than the cola in her hand. The smile on his face indicated that she had scored points with him and she smiled once more. "Let's go somewhere more private, I want to ask you something."
They went behind the house and over to his car, where he leaned on it, admiring her beauty in her low cut black dress. She met up with him and stood before him, admiring him as he did her. "What did you want to talk about Eric?" Although she was nervous, most of it was because of the sexy man before her. Taking interest.
"Have you ever heard of slaves before?" She had opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "Of course you have, a high school graduate should have known about slaves," he laughed at his joke, "what I meant to ask is do you know anything about slaves in today's world, in the neighborhood." Her eyes narrowed, wondering where this conversation was leading before shaking her head no. Her eyes widen as she became increasingly nervous around him, though she could not speak of why. She saw him lean close to her, his lips moving to hers, pressing lightly in a sweet peck on the lips. The fact she did not detect any alcohol increased her uneasiness.
"Let us walk and I will tell you what I ask of you." He offered her his hand, and although she was uneasy, she took it. He appeared to be kind and gentle, although his topic concerned her. They walked about four blocks before he spoke again. "I am a Master." He paused waiting for a reaction from her, she just looked over to him confused.
"In other words I choose slaves that I desire. Many people claim to have slaves but never do. I have one at a time and only the ones who are truly slaves." He sighed as if this was difficult for him. pausing he turned to her and smiled.
"I have been watching you for a while now, and I want you to be my slave." He placed a finger to her lips silencing her concerns, "Let me tell you what it includes. You well know me, I am wealthy and live alone in a large house. I do not need cleaners, because I pay others to do it for me. This is almost as it was in the olden days. You would be my slave, do all that I desire and unless you wish to be punished, enjoy it. I will provide for you, meals, drink, medical attention, clothes, anything necessary, and you would reside in my home. The catch is that you may not have friends unless I deem it so, and you may never leave the property with out me." He smiled his irresistable smile, "how does that sound?"
I could not speak, the words stuck in my throat. What could I say? I had no friends, no family, and no future. This incredible man was willing to take care of me and make me his! I could not say no. I nodded my head and then spoke once, concerned, "What happened to the other girls? You mentioned you keep one at a time, do you tire of them?"
