Author's note...Many readers comments derided one facet of the first chapter of this story, consent. And many people thought they should teach me what consent was or how alcohol affected consent. My dear reader, this is fiction, I have been living happily and lovingly in the lifestyle for thirty plus years and am well aware of how to treat people. Let us just set aside the lengths my protagonist went to indicate her consent. It seems you can read about vampires or werewolves or cum spewing tentacle monsters without the slightest disruption of your immersion in the story, but it seems nigh impossible for you to imagine a shit of a dominant person in the BDSM community. You must live a charmed life indeed. Congratulations!
Mine are fictional characters and events, these are not personal memoirs or even my personal views, it is a story, It is fiction, which means the rules of polite society or whatever YOU think are the rules, don't apply. There are no rules save the bounds of my imagination. I have shut down anonymous comments on my writing. If you don't have the stones to put your certainly fictitious screen name to your comments, I have no use for your thoughts. For those of you who enjoyed the story and commented positively, I cannot thank you enough for your words of support. If you do not enjoy the story, please stop reading. For those of you who do, I offer...
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Chapter 2
Kayla woke in a magnificent carved wooden bed in a resplendent room with high ceilings. The room was brilliantly lit by floor to ceiling windows that looked out upon beautiful manicured gardens. She sat up and immediately remembered last night. What the fuck? Where was Charles? What did he mean he sold her? She was naked except for a thin band of metal around her neck from which hung a small brass bell which tinkled as she made her way to the bathroom.
She relieved herself and scrubbed what seemed like a thick paste off her teeth and tongue with the new toothbrush and paste that was laid out for her. She climbed into the shower and cleaned herself still confused over what had happened. Her hands caressed the soap over her sore brown flesh as she remembered last night's ceremony. Charles better be ready to answer some questions. She had shaved her head for him! Had gone to classes and therapists and doctors for him! She finished showering and toweled herself off quickly and went back to the bedroom.
A slender woman knelt head bowed by the door, Kayla noticed, she wore the same collar and small bell and a wispy garment of translucent silk that was gathered at her waist with a delicate gold chain. The girl spoke without raising her eyes, "My Master has instructed this slave to bring you to his presence Miss, would you follow me please?"
"Where is Charles?" Kayla inquired.
"I am afraid this slave does not know who Charles is, would you please follow me Miss?" With this she rose and walked to the door head still bowed.
"Uhh, is there something I can wear in this wardrobe? " She moved to open the wardrobe but the girl responded.
"Collared slaves are not allowed to wear clothing unless it is requested of them Miss. Please follow me. She moved out the door and stood in the hall waiting for Kayla to follow.
Kayla hesitantly walked out the door and into a long beautifully appointed hallway. Crystal chandeliers lit the long corridor and plush soft carpet silenced their footfalls. Full length mirrors rose between doorways and she gasped as she caught sight of herself in one of them. The shaving of her hair had been an immense sacrifice she had finally agreed to, but looking at herself now she was shocked by the transformation it had made. She looked more naked than she had ever felt in her life and she felt it deeply as she followed the strange girl down the strange hallway. The hallway opened onto a double curving staircase of white Carerra marble, the cool stone chilling her bare feet and igniting goosebumps on her flesh as she padded along behind the girl. The smell of soap came to her mind and she saw a naked slave on her hands and knees drying a freshly cleaned marble foyer. Turning right at the bottom of the stair they crossed a large parlor where a naked young man fed wood into a massive hearth that filled the room with the scent of burning wood and welcomed warmth. At the end of the room stood two massive wood paneled doors and to these Kayla was led. The girl opened the doors motioned Kayla to enter and closed them behind her.
Kayla found herself in a paneled office of gleaming wood with a massive desk in the center, behind the desk sat a middle aged man who rose when the doors closed. "Kneel slave." He spoke firmly but quietly.
Kayla's mind spun, wait, what? "I'm sorry sir, there seems to be some kind of mistake, where is Charles? "
"A mistake you say? Oh I'm sorry let me see, did you not just last evening perform the ceremony of enslavement? Is this not your signature on this document? He showed her the elaborate contract of indentured servitude she had signed. Did you not spend six months of training to be a slave? Doctors? Therapists? Here didn't you Tell Doctor Lyons I wish I could just simplify my life and not worry about all the bullshit, give myself completely over to serve another...that's why being a slave appeals to me? All your test results came back that you were very naturally submissive, very likely to take well to a life of slavery, thrive even. Did your own words and deeds last night, all this preparation, all this testing and training, did they mean nothing to you? I will tell you only once more, kneel slave."
His voice was firm and commanding. His eyes bore into her so hard that Kayla could not meet his gaze. She had never felt so naked, so alone. She froze in a panic, she didn't know what she should do, her head swam her breath came short, her thoughts flew into a dizzying whirlwind of confusion. She took a deep breath and tried to calm the rising panic in her chest and remembered her training. It called to her deeply and she followed it. Swallowing back tears, she bowed her head and knelt before this stranger, her body gracefully gliding into the familiar comfort of the position on her knees. She placed her palms curved slightly facing upward on her thighs, her legs spread at a perfect forty five degree angle, her shoulders straight, her full breasts pushed out, her eyes on the floor in front of her. The hours of peaceful meditation in this pose came to her and she felt clothed again, protected, comforted.
"Good girl." The man spoke softly, and the words submerged her into her submission like sinking into a warm bath. Her ragged breathing soothed, her whirling mind calmed, her safe space folded around her like Charles' arms. "Now Kayla, I will speak and you will listen and if you do that well you will be allowed to speak and ask questions of me. Is that clear?"
The response came to her lips without effort or thought. "Yes, Sir."
First as to Charles I have no idea where he is. By now I am sure he has maxed out your credit cards, drained your bank accounts and sold all your possessions as you authorized him to do. He's gotten his pay for delivering you to us, a tidy sum too for such a lovely find, he's probably moved on to his next acquisition. You are but one of many of his recent acquisitions. So I am afraid slave, that if there has been a mistake, the mistake was yours."
With the man's words, Kayla's world crumbled around her and the depth of he follishness washed over her. One of many? All my possessions? Charles wouldn't he couldn't he wasn't that man! Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
"You thought Charles was your Knight in shining armor? Your forever Master? You thought you could never be sold, like a ...a slave? " he said almost mockingly, "I know the classes you took taught you differently. I know you are a smart enough woman to recognize that a slave surrenders all. Her will, her flesh, her choice, her consent. Which part of this did you mistake? We thought you were a woman strong in her convictions. "
"But, but..." Rivers of tears streamed down her face and sobs wracked her uncontrollably as she realized the magnitude of Charles' deception. A fire lit inside her, and she blurted out the only thing she could think of at that moment. "I am a citizen of the United States and I have rights and I demand to be taken to an embassy!"
He chuckled softly...Does no one of your generation read the things they sign? You know that isn't true, your sister told you all about the documents you signed. With this one," He drew a form from a folder on his desk and handed it to her, "You renounced your citizenship to the United States, and so their laws no longer apply to you or protect you. And as you know we are not in the United States, so they aren't going to help you. You are legally and officially the actual property of The Society of New Slavery and a citizen of no country. Which means right now, you are my property to do with as I please. He walked around from behind the desk, sure, confident, dominant.
Kayla's mind struggled. She knew everything he said was true, she had been excited to finally be surrendering herself, to letting go. But this wasn't how she had envisioned it. Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed, but she held her posture perfectly. No collapsing on the floor, no running for the door, her poses where her armor and it seemed all she had left in the world.
He reached down to her and took her chin gently in his hand raising it to his face and gently wiping the tears from her eyes and cheeks. His voice softened and he continued. "I have been asked by the Society to speak with you and offer you a choice for the last time. But I will give you information that you are not allowed to share with anyone. You have already signed a confidentiality and non disclosure agreement and be assured the Society will enforce those vigorously.
