Part 14: Is Crystal a slave?
Charlene Mackenzie hoped this would be the last time she had to do this. Her daughter had spent the last three years declaring that she was going to be a submissive to a true Dominant. She had hoped that the third time was the charm, it wasn't. This was number four. Each time, she'd had to run the Dominant off, or bribe them to turn her daughter away.
Crystal was just going through a phase, and she had been going to those damn websites again, and heard the legend of this place, and this Devon. Some woman who claimed to have been trained was talking about it, and others who had seen what Devon had done were also singing his praises. Crystal had told her Mother she was going to go to Devon and beg him to take her on as a trainee, or better yet, a house slave. Charlene had explained that she would support her daughter's desire, and would personally speak to Devon and see if he would take her as a submissive. She had driven up from Philadelphia and was on time for the meeting.
Devon sat at his desk and looked at his first appointment after lunch. Charlene Mackenzie was rich, she owned 24.6% of the stock in the Mackenzie Pharmaceuticals LLC, and she was divorced. Her former husband had been cheating on her, and she'd tossed him without a moment's hesitation according to the news reports currently in a folder in the filing cabinet. She had called and asked for an appointment to speak with whomever was in charge.
"Ms. Mackenzie, I'm not sure what you hope to learn here, you said you wanted to talk with whoever was in charge, that would be me." Devon said.
"It's a personal matter Mr. Jamison, and one I'm loath to admit."
Devon smiled charmingly. She was no submissive; she was even too controlling to be a good dominant. "We do have a reputation, of our willingness to maintain discretion Ms. Mackenzie."
"I know that, or else I wouldn't be here."
"Perhaps a tour of the facility would place you at enough ease to allow you to discuss whatever brought you here." Devon said.
"I doubt it. You see, my daughter is convinced she's one of these slaves. She's determined to come here and join you. I have her safe at home for now, but that could fail at any moment, and she'd be coming here to see you, the great Devon." Charlene said with obvious sarcasm.
Devon shrugged helplessly. "I'm afraid I forgot to put a moat around the house." Devon said. "It's so hard to keep a determined person outside without one."
"This is not a joking matter. My Daughter is nineteen years old and I'm here to ask you to tell her she's not one of these slaves, and that she should stop playing at this nonsense."
Devon smiled again. He made a mental note to ask Dominique about a Public Relations person to handle shit like this. "Ms. Mackenzie, if your daughter is submissive, and I have no idea if she is, why would she want to come here? Surely she could be submissive under your supervision."
"She's not submissive, it's a phase. She just wants to think she is."
"When did this phase begin?" Devon asked casually.
Charlene pinched her lips into a thin line and then spat at him. "Three years ago."
"I was unaware that phases lasted three years. I was under the impression that they lasted a few weeks or at most say, three months."
"Of course it's a phase. How in the world could my daughter end up thinking she's a sex slave?" Charlene growled. "That's outrageous."
"Just so." Devon allowed. "So as I understand your request. You want me to meet with her, and then tell her she's not a submissive." Devon said. He got a nod. "What if she is submissive?"
"She's not."
"If Ms. Mackenzie. I did say if."
"She's not." Charlene insisted again.
Devon shifted. "Ms. Mackenzie, if your daughter is truly submissive by nature, and has discovered this, and is determined to follow it, there is no stopping her."
"That's my problem. Not yours."
Devon smiled charmingly. "Ms. Mackenzie. You made it my problem by bringing it to me."
"Just do your part, and I'll pay you for your time."
Devon smiled again. "You don't have enough money to pay for my time."
"You might be surprised Mr. Jamison. I have a great deal of money."
"I know exactly what you're worth Ms. Mackenzie. I also know what you were worth ten years ago." Devon said waving a hand. "You can't afford to buy me, or rent me for that matter. Especially for something I'm unwilling to do."
"Mr. Jamison, I'm not accustomed to being told no. I'm going to assume you have a superior."
"Indeed I do. She's more short tempered than I am." Devon answered with a smile. "I'll call her if you wish."
"I'm hoping that you don't make that necessary."
"Ms. Mackenzie. I'm going to be blunt, and frankly, more helpful than you can imagine. If your Daughter is truly a submissive by nature, and if she is determined to follow this lifestyle, then her best bet is this facility. With us, she can learn how to be submissive, safely. To be taught how to submit with pride, and with respect." Devon said.
"I don't want her submitting." Charlene said through gritted teeth.
"Yes you do, but only to you. Let's for the sake of argument say that I was willing to do what you asked. Then she'd decide that I'm a fake, and would go off in search of a master to meet her needs. Now assuming that he or she didn't just humiliate her for their own perverted needs, what would they do assuming that she's a reasonably attractive young woman?" Devon asked.
"This is outrageous. I'm not going to sit here and have a conversation about what unscrupulous men like yourself would do to my daughter if given half a chance." Charlene sputtered in fury.
"No, not like me Ms. Mackenzie. We have hard rules here, inviolate rules that both the staff, and clients are aware of, and unwilling in any circumstance to violate." Devon said.
"Easily claimed." Charlene said. "Men like you have no sense of honor."
Devon chilled noticeably. His eyes narrowed and his voice dropped an octave, it was now low, dangerous, and filled with promise of awful violence. "Ms. Mackenzie, I've tried to explain some things to you. Things you apparently have no desire to learn about. Instead you insult me, and bring my honor into question. I believe this conversation is at an end. Tell your daughter I have no desire to see her, because doing so would be an unendurable insult."
"What insult would that be Mr. Jamison?" Charlene demanded.
"Once again finding myself in the same room as you Charlene."
"I won't tolerate that kind of behavior from anyone. I want the name of your superior."
Devon reached over to the phone and tapped one button. A dial tone filled the room, then he tapped another button and a number was dialed. It was answered on the second ring. "Yes?"
"Dominique. I have you on speakerphone. Charlene Mackenzie is here. She has made an outrageous request, and I've tried to explain that to her. She rejected that explanation, insulted my honor, and now demands to speak to my superior." Devon smiled thinly. "Does that adequately explain the situation Ms. Mackenzie?"
"Other than leaving out that you were rude and dismissive it will do. I demand that you instruct him to tell my daughter than she's not submissive." Charlene said loudly.
"Devon, is this a joke?" Dominique asked.
"No, I assure you I don't find it the least bit funny." Devon said.
"Did you hear me whoever you are?" Charlene demanded.
"Throw that bitch out of the house, bodily if she won't leave voluntarily. I have work here and no time for asinine shits who think they're the cats own ass." Dominique said and hung up.
