Just like Michelangelo saw the angel in the marble and carved until he set him free, Chloe took pride in her ability to see submissives hiding in otherwise self-reliant men in everyday walks of life and she plied them with mind addling drugs, alcohol and her heightened powers of seduction until she set the internal submissive free and exposed for all to see. Of course the immediate cost of that freedom would be a new life reconstructed in slavery in the New America reiterated in the New Order.
She had collared and trained many a fallen man, culminating in her leading them by the leash to exhibit and perform on the catwalks of nightclubs and munches, their full nudity groped, fondled, and inspected by impresarios, purchasers, and sellers active in the slave auction circuit.
Strewn across Houston, were numerous entertainment venues featuring her handiwork, former dates, former boyfriends, former thralls reduced to serving drinks to the clientele when they were not otherwise occupied pole dancing and performing man on man sex in front of wildly appreciative audiences.
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What made Chloe excel among her fellow slavers was her creativity in marshaling the resources available to meet and mingle with prospective "victims" suitable to submit to those special gifts she had to offer.
Recently, she posted a classified ad on Craigslist:
Attractive Tall, Classy, Mixed Race Woman Seeks Attractive, Tall Man 24 to 35.
The ad stated:
I am a professionally employed woman looking to meet new people and perhaps a long term relationship down the track. I have recently re-evaluated my priorities in life, and find that wanting a meaningful relationship is something I desire just as much as continuing to gain success in my career. I find that I am at a satisfying level now professionally, and now have more time to concentrate on me and what I want from life.
I expect you to be very attractive, athletically fit, smart and successful. I am by no means a snob, actually very caring and understanding even though my friends describe me as a take charge type of female. I am on the hunt to find the right guy.
If you get to know me better, I might just tell you about these hot fantasies I have been having lately. Who knows if we find we can't resist each other maybe we can act out these fantasies together.
Please respond with respect or don't bother.
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Adam was one of eleven urban males who had responded to her ad on Craigslist. Once Chloe obtained his email address, her administrative assistant was able to get a fix on his Internet Protocol address laying bare vast arrays of incriminating "cookies" stored on his hard drive. This wealth of data in turn enabled Chloe to view the websites he frequented.
She was encouraged by the fact that he was a frequent visitor to BDSM and Gay stories at the Literotica site. It was not insignificant that he had downloaded hundreds of jpegs of leashed and collared male and female slaves being forced into humiliating acts. A mere cursory investigation strongly suggested he was attracted to the world of BDSM and probably as a latent submissive. He would be a promising recruit to meet and socialize with.
They agreed to meet at Marfreless, a lounge known for its unmarked entrance and rows of plush leather couches in dark, candle-lit rooms. Soft classical music and high brow oil paintings served up the backdrop.
Adam's heart skipped a beat when he first laid eyes on her beautiful mulatto features, tall frame, black frizzy hair, low cut blouse and stiletto heels. She squeezed his hand and led him up the stairs to a private couch she had reserved for the evening. Unbeknownst to him, his drinks for the evening would be laced with minute quantities of Viagra and ecstasy.
Chloe was pleased with her initial assessment of Adam. Late twenties, slight of build, reddish brown hair, and just the mere suggestion of freckles highlighting sensitive brown eyes. In his eyes she could see his need to cower and to serve. Her "people-reading" radar confirmed her suspicions of his latent submissiveness. He would truly be a thing of beauty wearing her collar, a fine addition to her own personal stable.
They talked about living in the city, dog parks, Shakespeare in the Park, and other weekend activities embraced by young singles inhabiting the Bayou City.
After several drinks, the conversation became less generic and more personal.
"What kind of work do you do, Chloe?"
"Oh, well, I hope you can handle this, Adam", she laughed. "I supervise and train slaves in the Reorientation Center.
Adam found her candor horrifying and fascinating at the same time. He was becoming aware that his head was beginning to spin ever so slightly, and yet he found himself compelled to learn more and more about how this gorgeous woman lived and thrived in a time when so many others struggled and failed.
"How did you get into that line of work?"
"Well, my experiences in college inculcated me with the conviction that dominance is a necessary part of the natural order.
"Some people by virtue of their moral superiority should have the right to own and sexually control people of inferior intellect, will, or character.
"Our world improved markedly when we finally got past the political correctness inhibiting honest discourse and courageously put into place laws giving those of us who are self-actualized the authority to enslave and sell those who just don't deserve to live as free among us."
Adam watched Chloe's features glow in the candle-light. He could sense the dangers implicated in her rapt testimony. He could feel her heat. He could feel his cock stirring in his loins, trapped in his jeans.
"You see, Adam," Chloe continued, "I have spent much of my professional life, studying the sexuality of those around me and I can tell you there is nothing simplistic or binary about it at all.
"Human sexuality is profoundly complex, rich with nuance.
"It is a raw and powerful tidal force that pushes a person forward through his or her life very much like a surfer riding a giant sea swell.
"What I like most about the work I do, Adam, is meeting my subject as an equal and relishing that inevitable transition as I slowly but surely become the dominant one and he or she is gradually ground down into something less than fully human, a feral animal under my possession and control. My trainees happily find their true place in life, groveling at the feet of the owners who ultimately purchase them."
Chloe gently nuzzled against his cheek and kissed him tongue to tongue. Adam found himself growing increasingly disoriented and overwhelmed by the excitement of the evening.
He heard her commanding voice echo as a sultry voice-over stitching together his tattered and muddled thoughts. He could not escape the insistent suggestion that her personality was getting bigger and bigger all the while his presence beside her was getting smaller and smaller.
It was getting harder to concentrate on anything other than her voice and the ideas she was telling him.
"You see, Adam, as an experienced therapist I have seen firsthand how sexuality is so much more than a mere bodily function. It defines the emotional, spiritual, and social caste imperative that is hardwired in every man and woman I meet.
"As an example, Adam, the feelings and images that you carry around inside you every waking and sleeping moment of your life not only fuel those insistent needs and desires unique to you, they form your manifest destiny. And no male, be he an owner or a slave can escape his destiny."
Adam watched passively as Chloe began to unbutton his shirt. She gave him a long insistent glance.
"But we're in a public place," he protested.
"That's ok, Adam. We're secluded here, no one will see us other than the cocktail waitress.
