Zeus said nothing as he guided her by the hand out of the conference room and back down the escalator. They took a turn and went deeper into the bowels of the convention center. There was a hallway with men in the white tees and black pants at each doorway. Zeus led her to one and opened it and led her inside. They both ignored the door slave. Zeus probably because he was supposed to or something, but Keli because she was mortified about what she was contemplating and barely noticed the guy.
She was conscious, hyper-conscious, of the fact that she, a fully dressed white woman, was walking with him, a completely naked and exquisite black man, with a magnificent cock in restraint, and the social implications of such a sight. She was thankful the convention center was completely deserted. Except for the other slaves, or Subs, and it disturbed her that she already didn't really care what they thought. They were of this already. They could not have a judgment about her behavior. Was her mind adapting to this new normal? Is that, a new normal, what it was?
The inside of the room was furnished with a big bed dressed in white sheets and an expensive looking comforter. There was a chest at the foot of it and she could only imagine what was in it. Light emitted from expensive looking lamps on the nightstands. There was a bathroom with a full shower attached, fully stocked with thick towels and toiletries, as well as a walk in closet. A fridge was in the corner. Zeus closed the door behind them, released her hand, and turned to face her then pointed his eyes at the floor.
"Can you be regular?" Keli asked him and she realized he could be whatever he wanted right now. He looked like three hundred pounds of muscle and rage. Any power she supposedly had over him was an illusion, present only because he allowed it. He could snap her like a twig if he wanted to.
"I will endeavor to be whatever you please Mistress." That voice, so deep. He should be peddling a quiet thunderstorm on some radio station.
"Call me Keli and forget you are a slave for now. I met Elaine this morning and this is all a little crazy to me."
"I would imagine." Zeus was still looking at the floor.
"Come on, shake it off. I want some real talk. You are not my slave, or Sub, or whatever. Just relax and be a regular dude for a minute."
"A regular dude," he said and chuckled. His white teeth flashed brilliantly in his mouth. "Please be more specific with your commands."
"I mean sit down, take a load off, chill, look me in the eye and talk to me."
"Okay," he said and sat down on the bed. He had to pull his large constrained package up so he didn't sit on part of it. His big black hands manipulating it affected her and she took a deep breath. His legs were spread to accommodate the rest of it. He looked her in the eyes expectantly.
"Here, take that thing off." Keli handed him the key and he inserted it in the padlock and unlocked it. He gingerly slid the cage off the end of his cock and set it on the bed next to him. His dick seemed to fatten even more as it was released. He then unclasped the large ring that went around his cock and balls and lifted the heavy sack and removed the ring. He put the ring on the bed next to the cage. His soft but huge cock, dangling between his muscled thighs, was distracting but she tore her eyes away from it and looked him in his beautiful eyes. "So who were you before all this?"
"I was Zeus Alonzo Johnson, personal trainer, dietitian, Marine, misogynist, racist, gigolo, convict, warrior, criminal, and addict."
"That sounds rehearsed."
"I've had some time to think about it, and you aren't the first initiate to ask."
"Oh really, are you part of Elaine's plan?"
"Her plan?"
"To get me to join this sisterhood."
"You think you are being recruited?"
"She said as much."
"Okay." He raised his eyebrows.
"What?"
"In my experience they try to weed women out, not in."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that initiates earn their way in. If you decide to become a part of this, and I recommend it, get ready to work, step way outside your comfort zone, and earn your bona fides."
"You recommend it?"
"I do. I recommend it to both men and women. I am happier now than I ever have been." He smiled and looked sincere as he said it.
"You are a black man, a slave to a white person, and happy about it?"
"Slave," he chuckled. "I am submissive to her, as I should be because she is more powerful than me, but I am no slave."
"You have to do what she says."
"I am happy to do as she says. It has never failed to be the right course of action. When I did as I pleased people were hurt, I was hurt, nothing good came of it. Today, everything I do makes the world a better place."
"She told you to do anything I tell you to. You'll do that?"
"I will. As long as it does not cause permanent injury to you, others, or myself."
"That's the rule?"
"It is." He nodded and flashed his brilliant teeth at her.
"What if I asked you to do something you couldn't bring yourself to do?"
"Like what?"
"Have sex with someone you are not attracted to, an ugly woman, a man, something like that."