To say Jackie was excited about her new purchase would be an understatement. Michael came highly recommended from her friend April and Jackie was ready to actually own a human.
Once inside Michael took the bags and materials to the basement. "Go ahead and set up the cage down there boy then come up and see me." Jackie instructed him.
Michael took the 12 steps down to the basement with his bags in hand. The large, black dog cage was in the center of the room, with access to all sides and no coverings to shield the contents. It was easily 6 feet long by 6 feet wide with a decent, though thin, mattress in the center. However even at that length Michael would need to curl up slightly to sleep. The cage door had a large, open master lock in the hoop and there was a water bottle attached to the outside.
As Michael prepared his new sleeping quarters, upstairs Jackie was preparing the house and thinking about how this came to be. How did she end up agreeing to own a human, repeating the mistakes of the 1800s? Was this right?
Her thoughts turned to April and the first time she saw her walk a naked man out on a collar. She remembered clearly the look in his eyes. He LIKED this. He WANTED this. Why a man would want to be property appalled her at first and fascinated her at the same time. She watched April treat this man like nothing more than a trained dog. A piece of property. He did everything he was told, when he was told. When April removed the cage from the pet's penis she saw him get instantly erect.
April introduced her to chat rooms that supported this world. A world where black people owned whites. This was something she had no idea existed, no idea how advanced it had become. It was real however, and the numbers were increasing daily. April had found Michael in one of the rooms and started his training as she knew Jackie was a novice and might not quite have what it takes to take the necessary steps to break a man down. A white person that submits doesn't fully understand the commitment and they need to be broken, just like someone would break in a horse. In time, they learn.
Michael was fairly well broken by the time April was ready to sell him. She didn't have a need for another slave and knew Jackie was finally interested. The price was fair and Michael was sold to Jackie. The two of them informed him on Sunday and he was given a couple hours to pack up. Obviously there was not much to take, pets don't have many possessions, however bedding and a proper cleanup of its area was important.
The first words they spoke were when Jackie ordered Michael to set up his sleeping arrangement.
After setting up his new bed, Michael climbed back up the stairs and made his way into the living room.
Waiting for him was Jackie. Dressed in a bright white towel only. Her dark skin showing brightly against the white material of the towel. Her hair was down and loose, almost like she had just exited from the shower. Also in the room was a camera on a tripod. Jackie made her way behind it.
She pointed to a spot in the living room. "Stand there" She ordered.
As Michael made his way to the spot, she clicked REC on the camera and focused it on Michael's face and upper chest.
"Please say your name." She instructed
"Michael. " He answered.
"And why are you here?" She asked.
"To serve you." He replied.
"Do you understand the commitment that this involves?"
"I do." Michael Replied.
"Tell me what you understand."
"I understand that I have committed myself to serving you in any way you wish. I am now your slave, your property, your pet. As this, I have no rights. None. I cannot perform any acts that a free man would be able to do without your permission."
"Good boy. What else?" Jackie asked.
"I will be used sexually, physically and mentally. You as my owner can and will use me in these methods for your entertainment or pleasure. I have no ability to resist anything whatsoever."
