To truly appreciate this tale, you must first understand the case of one Erin Alice Dotson.
Growing up, Erin was the bane of her father's existence. Her mother had perished in childbirth, leaving her to imitate her father for much of her life. She was a tomboy; she loved to climb trees, skinny dip, and flirt with the girls. The trouble was, the girls always spurned her advances. They thought she was a weird freak that should be avoided, and this opinion eventually became a shared view. She ended up being homeschooled to prevent bullying, and she came to feel more at home in a workshop than she did in a school. Still, she did
try
to fit in; she pulled pranks on neighborhood kids and adults alike; she learned to climb trees, run, and swim as fast as - if not faster than - most of the boys she knew; and she got arrested - twice - for shoplifting. She tried Marlboros but found that she didn't like them; she tried Coors and Miller but found that she wasn't the drinking type; and she smoked a bong one night with some local kids - only to discover that she much preferred to have her wits about her. She ended up being a lonely, tomboyish skateboarder with a penchant for mathematics and construction. She went through college to become an architect and eventually became a contractual worker for SWC, a company that designed housing in suburban and rural areas. She has worked with other architects and landscapers for the last five years, and she has earned a decent living.
When she was twenty-two, however, she began moonlighting as a domme at a local dungeon. Finding that she enjoyed it immensely, she talked to one of the other dommes about getting into BDSM in her personal life. Through various dommes, she managed to contact a slave trader - not the illegal kind but the kind that deals in submissives-for-hire. She tried out a couple of women before finding her favorite - an adorable redhead with gorgeous blue eyes, a petite nose, pouty lips, and plenty of curves. She had been trained well and Erin had watched her at several group scenes being trained. When she was satisfied, she bought a one-year contract and named her new pet Ginger. She had a phone conversation with her prior to their official relationship; during this conversation, Ginger was told exactly how she was to present herself and what would be expected of her.
On the day that they officially met, Erin had spent the morning drawing up a schematic for someone. He canceled their afternoon meeting due to a family emergency, which worked out well for Erin. She locked the plans up, took a shower, and dressed for her new slave; of course, what she wore wouldn't really matter - but the reader shall see why soon enough. She chose a pink Hanky Panky low-rise thong made by Neiman Marcus and a pair of matching pink tights; then she slipped into a hot-pink corset and donned a pair of panda earrings. Finally, she put on some dark-red lipstick and made her brown eyes stand out a bit more with violet eye shadow. Smiling into the mirror at her brunette blunt bob, she thought about all the wonderful things she was going to make her new slave do to her. Her smile faded as the door bell rang in her ears; it was time to meet her slave and make sure she was following instructions. If she didn't obey Erin from the word go, she would be punished.
When she opened the front door of her two-story Victorian, she saw that at least some of the instructions had been followed. Before her stood a gorgeous woman with short hair as red as fire worn loose, her back to the door and a purple blindfold in the girl's outstretched hand. She eyed Ginger's overalls, which conformed well to her body, and blue Reeboks. Erin had given Ginger a choice of colors for her socks and shoes but had not allowed her to wear a shirt, bra, or underwear. As instructed, she also wore no jewelry.
"Those eyes had better be closed," Erin said sharply as she stepped onto her stone patio.
The girl's eyes were closed. She took the blindfold and wrapped it tightly around the girl's head. She tied it into a double-knot and told the girl to put her hands behind her back. She handcuffed her, the steel tight but not tight enough to cut off circulation; Then she attached a chain to the cuffs' links.
"From now on, you will call me Mistress. You will speak only when spoken to; you do what I say when, where, and how I say in a timely fashion; you will not complain or comment; and you will never wear shoes inside my house. Unless I say you can speak, you will nod or shake your head when I ask you a question. Understood? You may speak."
"Yes, Mistress, I understand," Ginger replied.
"Good. Your name is Ginger. Repeat it."
Ginger repeated it.
"Again."
Ginger said her name again. It did not matter what her name had been prior to her contractual enslavement. Ginger was her name now, and it would be her name for as long as her contract existed. Erin instructed Ginger to take three steps backward and warned her that there was a lip; she did so without speaking. She slipped off her Reeboks at Erin's command, which Erin then put in the hall closet behind the door. She led her two more steps into the house and then proceeded to fasten the numerous locks upon the door; she was very security-conscious. Finally, she led Ginger backward through the house, slowly but not too slowly, and onto the landing. She guided her down the stairs into the basement, over to the center of the room, and commanded her to sit down; she did so, and she also crossed her legs when commanded.
"One last thing, and then we will discuss something. Remove your socks with your teeth - first one, and then the other - and toss them off to your left."
"Yes, Mistress," Ginger replied.
Erin slapped Ginger hard on the right cheek of her face.
"Do not speak without being told to. Understand?"
Ginger nodded silently.
"You may speak."
"Yes, Mistress, I understand."
"Good. Then do what I told you to do."
Ginger complied, though it took her a few moments. When she finally had her right sock in her teeth and had managed to completely pull the little white thing off, she tossed it off to the left as commanded. Then she got to work on the left sock, all with Erin supervising her. When Ginger was done, Erin picked up her pet's socks and dropped them into a small basket near the stairs. She then brought over a chair and set it down about three feet from where Ginger rested. She undid the buttons on Ginger's overalls but let the straps hang over her shoulders. She pulled Ginger's hair back and pulled out a blue scrunchie; she tied Ginger's hair into a tight ponytail. She clipped the chain attached to Ginger's handcuffs to a large key ring bolted to the saw horse behind Ginger before going to a cabinet along the wall near the stairs. She unlocked it, pulled out a red leather collar with diamond studs and an iron ring, and locked the cabinet.
"There are a couple of more rules I need to go over with you. The first, and most important by far, is the safe word. Yours will be banana; regardless of what I'm doing to you, you should be able to say that without much trouble. Practice saying it now."
"Banana."
"Tell me what your safe word is, Ginger."
"My safe word is banana, Mistress."
"Say it again."
"My safe word is banana, Mistress."
"Good. Remember that at all times. I will ask you what your safe word is later, and you had better know it. I will tell you to recite it on occasion, and you had better know it then as well. Now, on to other rules. If you are a very good girl, I will reward you. Some rewards will require instructions; some will not. I will decide when and how best to reward you, and for what reason. Understand? You may speak."
"Yes, Mistress, I understand."
"Good. When you are not a good girl, you will be punished. I want you to say, 'when I am bad, Mistress will punish me'. Say it now."
"When I am bad," Ginger said, "Mistress will punish me."
"Good," Erin replied. "Say it again."
