As I sat quietly in the motel room awaiting the arrival of a woman I never met that would leave here as my slave, my mind was racing. It was a large comfortable room considering that the hotel was very different from the larger five star locations I was used to. I was here to take possession of a slave girl.
It had the better part of two years since I let the last one, Latisha go. Latisha's mother had passed away and she was to take in her siblings and raise them. She wept terribly as she told me this. She did not want to leave but felt our lifestyle would not be good for the younger children to be exposed to. I reluctantly agreed and sent her on her way with enough money. I thought of Latisha often and hoped she was okay. I missed her a great deal. Oddly enough, when I first met her, she was working very hard at being a domme.
Given our nation's history, very few black women are submissive. She had been an excellent slave girl and a very rare gem. Her being black made her rarer still. Nonetheless, Latisha's submissiveness was real and heartfelt. And though I missed her so very much, I had forbidden her to contact me, telling her to make a total break from her old life. Some times A master can become as fond of a slave girl as she can to a kind master.
And now it was time for a new slave. I knew almost nothing about her. What the hell was I thinking? Men such as myself rarely took on slaves without knowing them but I was making an exception this one time. To be completely honest, I was perhaps a wee bit desperate. I had been without a slave far too long by my own reckoning. Perhaps I'm too damned picky. Picky? Here I sat thinking myself picky and taking on a slave sight unseen. Her former master, William had three such slaves and had given the third one to me. He had told me that she was the latest addition to his chain and things had not been working out as well as he had hoped. He told me that she was prone to extreme jealousy. I quietly envied and admired his having three girls that waited on and served his every wish while I had none at this time. This was rather silly of me. I had owned slaves before but it had been a while and never more than one at a time.
"You'd being doing me an enormous favor." he had told me. "She disrupts my life and continually annoys Bridgette and Carla. Take her off my hands and I'll repay the favor one day." Annie, my new slave to be, apparently did not play well with the others.
William told me that she was thirty-nine years old. That surprised me as I knew he liked his girls younger. He also told me that the girl was short and a bit on the plump side and that; she had blue eyes and black hair. I asked him to tell me more about the problems he'd been having with her. He did not elaborate but I am a patient man. I would ask the girl when she arrived. As I sat there wondering what kind of trouble I had just acquired, there came from the door a soft knock. I waited a brief moment before speaking. "Come! It's not locked." I said. I watched silently as the door opened and she entered closing there door behind her. She set down a small purse on the table by the door.
Annie stood there at the door looking at me though she kept her head down. She was what I'd consider well above average in looks. In fact, I thought she was quite beautiful. I guessed her height at less than five feet but the stiletto heels she was wearing made that difficult to tell. I judged her a few pounds over what many would consider desirable. Although, she had the slightest bit of a belly, she looked nice to me. The black dress she wore clung to her body, revealing every curve. The neckline plunged very low leaving the tops of her breasts showing along with a very alluring cleavage and it was short enough for me to see the lace tops of her stockings. I could plainly see her nipples pushing out against the fabric of the dress. I guessed her breast size at possibly 36C. Perhaps a little smaller but as short as she was, they would still appear to be large. Her hair was thick, yet silky and extremely long, stopping a bit below the hem of the short dress she wore. It was braided neatly and it was black. So black, that it seemed to have blue highlights. I knew that her eyes were blue as William had given me a full description but, the way she held her head, I could not yet see them. She looked to be terrified by me. As if she might bolt, back out the door if I even spoke.
I beckoned her forward to me. She dawdled for only a moment and then slowly walked closer stopping about ten feet from me.
"My former master tells me that I am your property now. She spoke so softly I could just hear her. I found it odd that she didn't seem terribly upset about having been given away.
She spoke again, "I have come to submit myself to you. You are to be my new master." She then moved closer until she was but a couple of feet from me and started to kneel before me.
"Stop!" I said sharply. She froze, and then stood again, looking confused. "First, I have a couple of questions for you. Then you may submit yourself to me." I stood before her and reached to her chin lifting it a little. "Look me in the eye Annie. You wish to become mine? Do you really understand what it means to be a slave? Do you truly wish to belong to me, to serve me in all ways, to be my slave?"
Her eyes were a very light shade of blue that I've never seen before. "Yes Master. I wish it with all my heart. I know what is to be a slave Master. I love being a slave. I only wish to serve you in any and every way"
"Why girl? You do not even know me." Her eyes were even bluer than I first thought. I can only describe them as a ghostly blue. They were quite a contrast to the blackest hair I ever recall seeing.
"My former master, William told me that you are a good man and a fair master. He said I would be happy serving you." Carla and Bridgette told me a lot about you Master. I know Master William told you about our situation. I was his third girl and was largely disregarded by him. I wanted to serve him but, Carla and Bridgette were always there in the way. Master, it is extremely difficult for a slave to serve and please her master when she is third on the chain. I know he cares for them a lot and I felt like there was no love or caring for me. I also know that this is no excuse for the way I behaved." I nodded and she continued. "Master" she said "It is my deepest wish to serve a good master. Being a slave makes me feel good about myself and in a world that frowns on such things, that makes women like me rare. It is sometimes hard to explain. In my heart of hearts I long to serve. To do anything I can to please my man and make him happy. To please him any way I can and to be pleasing in all things." She smiled shyly at me "I want to serve you, Master. I want to be yours."
I nodded again. "Do you have any questions before we begin?" Annie shook her head and started to kneel again.
"No, not yet" I ordered her.
