The plane touched the runway with a jolt and the engines roared, slowing the plane rapidly. Four or five years, she thought. She had agreed to a four-year commitment as a slave, with a fifth year option to extend. That is what Darla had done. She hoped she would enjoy whoever it was that purchased her.
Tawny grabbed her small carry-on, the only luggage she had. She had come with only one change of clothes for her overnight in Bangkok, and the outfit she had worn the day before was left in her hotel room. Now she had only the clothing on her back. It was a white suit consisting of a brief cut jacket and white skirt, just above her knees. Under her jacket she wore a sleeveless red chiffon blouse over a red lace lift bra, which matched a pair of bikini cut red lace panties. Her feet were strapped in white heels and she had on a pair of elastic-topped sheer nylons. She was told she needed nothing more, so her carry-on contained only a few personal items and identification papers. She stepped down the stairway from the plane and had a brief walk through the warm tropical sun to the customs area. She was in line only a moment when a uniformed agent came to her and told her to follow him. She was taken to the diplomatic carousel and let through immediately, and then she was handed over to a uniformed driver who escorted her to a Mercedes sedan. The car pulled out from the airport and Tawny was on the way to the resort on the other side of the island before the first passenger had cleared customs. Her treatment had been first class all the way and she was really enjoying the privileges of the lifestyle.
It was a half-hour drive over a ridge to the other side of the island. The Mercedes stopped at a bungalow situated by itself, right on the beach. She got out as a bellman opened her door. Tawny stepped in and the door closed behind her. She was alone in a beautiful room with first class appointments. There was a huge round bed, a hot tub in one corner, a wet bar, a huge bath and shower and a small living area with a small sofa and a lounge chair. She opened the blinds and looked out on a beautiful lanai that opened onto a gorgeous white sand beach, shaded by palms and leading into a beautiful, clear bay. She was just adjusting to the wonderment when the phone rang.
Tawny lifted the receiver and was greeted by a clear and confident sounding female voice. She was welcomed to the island as a candidate for the program and told she would be receiving a visitor shortly. The visitor was described as a tall male with a dark complexion, dark hair, wearing shorts and a tank-top shirt and had a tattoo on his forearm. She was to accord him her warmest welcome and to treat him with familiarity. The phone disconnected before she could ask any more questions.
Tawny already imagined that this visitor might end up fucking her. She wasn't there just to enjoy herself at the beach and Darla had already told her that she would find herself playing out every sexual fantasy she had ever done or thought of doing while she was being assessed by the Company for her placement in The Program. She had been told that Darla, as a recruiter for the Company, had a lot of input into her assessment, but the Company would go to any length to verify and expand the database on her sexuality.
She wandered through the large room, playing with gadgets, turning on the radio, selecting different stations and putting her few toiletries into the bathroom. The bath was well stocked with various soaps and lotions, fragrant oils for the bath, body oils, and there was a supply of disposable douche and a jar of KY jelly; not the usual stock items for a hotel room, she thought. Tawny went back to the sliding door and pushed it open. The air was warm, but there was a gentle breeze, so she pulled the curtain back and let the door stay open. She removed her jacket, laid it on the bed and straightened her skirt as she looked in the full-length mirror that dominated the wall opposite the bed. She straightened her hair and pulled her blouse down. Her nipples barely showed through the lace of her bra and the red chiffon blouse and she could not see even an outline of her small silver barbells which ran through the flesh of her nipples. Darla had told her not to wear her initialed "D" balls in her body jewelry once she arrived on the island. She was not Darla's property now, but belonged to the Company until a new owner purchased her. The thought made her sad, but Darla had told her that she would always be welcome back in her home and that she could decide on further service to her after her contract with the Company was completed. Furthermore, Darla told her that she would be able to visit her now and then and she would be involved in seeing to Tawny's safety and happiness while engaged as a slave in the program.
A noise at the door broke her chain of thought. She turned to the door and the knob turned and opened. A man stepped in, smiling, and closed the door behind him. He fit the description she had received over the phone. He was tall, dark-skinned, with black curly hair and there was a large tattoo on his right forearm. He was wearing a rather tight fitting pair of shorts and a tank-type t-shirt. His feet were shoeless and he wore a pair of sunglasses on the top of his head. He carried a small cloth bag in his hand, which he unceremoniously set on the chair that was near the door. He paused and looked at her while his eyes wandered up and down her body. Tawny realized she was doing an assessment of him as well. He had more than a dark complexion; he was very black. He had a handsome face and well-developed muscles and Tawny could see that he had a sizeable bulge between his legs.
"Tawny, I presume. My name is Yanno, and I am here to provide you some company and a little bit of orientation for your next week here at what we call the induction center. You can think of me as a friend and as a mentor. I will answer any questions I can and see to it that your first few days here are enjoyable as well as productive."
Tawny smiled, enjoying his appearance and his friendly voice. She had only had sex with one other black man in all her life and he was a very domineering and good partner. She had always harbored a little awe and fear of blacks. She stereotyped them as earthy people, a little more aggressive than most men and a bit less sophisticated. He had an unusual accent, something like a mix of English and some native dialect, like an educated Jamaican or something. He did not seem threatening or domineering, yet he seemed confident and approachable.
"Yes, I am Tawny and thank you for coming. I was feeling a little lost."
Tawny crossed her arms, recognizing her old tendency to be shy when first meeting a man. She thought a moment, looked at him and remembered that she was supposed to treat him with familiarity. She let her smile return and dropped her arms and walked toward him, getting closer, and looked at his eyes as she spoke.
"I do have a lot of questions, but can't really think of any at this second. They will come out. Do you have any for me right now?"
"No Tawny, I don't. I've read a lot about you though and I'll say that I consider myself to be a lucky man to be assigned as your initial observer from the Company. I'm here to help you relax and feel comfortable in these beautiful surroundings, so I've brought a few things for you. I suggest we start by getting out and around the area, maybe try out some of the beach attractions together. I'll tell you that I will be making some observations and reporting on what I see, how you react to different situations, but you can't know what I'm looking for, so my advice is to just try to be as natural as you can. In a word, just do what you like and follow your instincts."
Tawny felt his final words and thought that it was more than just a coincidence. There was nothing new about being told to follow her instincts. Tawny had concluded that her natural instincts were quite attractive to dominant people and that she was a very good submissive if she just let herself go. Darla had certainly reinforced her thoughts when she had discussed them with her. Tawny reminded herself that there was nothing she could do that she should feel ashamed of and that she was in a place where she could do absolutely anything she felt an urge to do.
Yanno reached for the cloth bag and pulled it open. He lifted out a bathing suit, a brief bikini made of a very thin fabric. He tossed it on the bed and then lifted out a box about half the size of a shoebox and last, a felt box, similar in size. He set the first box on the chair and took the second to the table before the bed and opened it. It was full of an array of jewelry, rings, balls, small chains, necklaces, anklets and so on.
"The jewelry is for you to use while you are here. You may wear what you want, but always at least one piece in a visible location. Each piece has a Company logo that our people will recognize as well as any hotel employee. While you display your Company symbol, you need no money for anything you want. Everything here is available for your use and any food or beverage.'
