(This story is set in a world where legalized, non-hereditary slavery is common-place for serious crime, unredeemed debt, or voluntary self-indenture. Eighteen years of age is the minimum for anyone in this world to be enslaved or involved in slave business operations. This is strictly a FANTASY—in reality, informed consent is always mandatory.)
(Spoiler Alert: Yes, this concluding episode is "another" account of slave-grading; if that's not your thing, I suggest you save your time by reading something else. Willow is not the typical naïve or arrogantly heroine, so her story is a VARIATION on the basic framework of slave-grading.)
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Willow McDonald's viewpoint
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Early on a Saturday morning, I was stark naked in my boyfriend, Jack's, car. The object wasn't to have car sex—at least, not right then, although we'd have to try that sometime soon (note to self!). Instead, I wanted to arrive, already stripped, for slave grading at the Longhorn Slave Market in Houston, where I normally worked as a fully-clothed slave handler or wrangler. My overall boss, Mr. Jessie Foster, had given me several good reasons why I should get myself slave-graded, such as understanding the psychology of those who came through the market in that situation (slave grading was necessary to pledge your body for a college loan, not to mention bragging rights about your desirability.) Speaking of desirability, Mr. Foster also argued that grading would improve my own poor self-image. Let's face it, when you're a red-headed woman who's more than six feet tall with curves on the same scale (44DD-32-38, but don't tell Jack that), you don't fit the societal model of the delicate young lady. Throughout high school and community college, Jack and I had been the ugly nerds (sometimes referred to as "Jack and the Beanstalk"), so Mr. Foster was correct that I had serious doubts about my physical attractiveness. I got a warm glow every time Jack described me as beautiful, but few others had ever viewed me the same way.
That self-doubt probably explains why I'm fascinated by the CONCEPT of being a pleasure slave—somehow, I had convinced myself that I would be more appealing if I were naked, collared, and readily available, even though I wasn't dumb enough to want to give up my freedom (give me a minute, though—turns out I WAS kinda dumb, as you'll see). All slaves are available for sex on demand—with the permission of the owner, any free adult can use a slave, and that's what made this cruel and horrific violation of human rights seem so sexy to me. The idea that someone might buy me as a bound, naked sex object meant that they found my body attractive and wanted to plow me. It's weird, I know.
Anyway, I had deliberately upped the ante for this event, increased my sense of vulnerability by giving Jack a power of attorney that would permit him, if he wished, to pimp me out to anyone he wanted or even sell me into legal slavery. My rational mind was certain he wouldn't auction me off, but my sexual imagination was doing flip-flops at the mere possibility. God, I had a real urge for self-destruction.
We arrived at the Longhorn at 6:20 a.m. on a Saturday morning in mid-August, by which time it was fully daylight, and Jack parked as far away as possible from the main entrance to the Slave Market. I had asked him to park there to maximize my walk of shame—applicants for slave-grading were legally free, but had to obey all Slave Market rules, including being slave naked and bound, throughout the processing. I could have waited until we parked to strip, but my bravado had caused me to push my humiliation to the extreme (as I said, I know I'm weird!)
Jack, bless his heart, understood that I wanted him to be demanding, even cruel, to this temporary slave, ignoring the reality that we loved each other. That included him using all the demeaning terms that normally refer to slaves. As soon as he parked, he turned off the engine and abruptly ordered "Out of the car, Cunt!"
I clambered out, slave naked in pubic and in broad daylight (!), while he hurried around to my side of the car. At the command of "Collar," I knelt on the rough asphalt, one hand on my hip and the other holding my freshly-styled auburn hair away from my neck. From somewhere, he had gotten a genuine leather slave collar that he strapped snugly around my extended neck.
Next was the instruction to "back hands," at which I docilly crossed my wrists behind my lower back, where he zip-tied them together. Up until this point, even naked I was stronger and larger than Jack, and could have overpowered him. Now, however, I was completely in his power, or for that matter in the power of anyone who came along. While I knelt at his feet, Jack snapped a leash onto the D-ring of my collar and instructed me to stand.
He took the time to look at my entire body, firmly mashing my boobs and pulling my buttocks apart to goose me as if he were inspecting a prize animal—which is what a pleasure slave is, after all. Apparently satisfied, he kissed me firmly (he had to drag my head down a little, since I'm taller than he.) The kiss was possessive rather than tender, which was appropriate for his role in my little fantasy. Once he finished, he tweaked my nipples, picked up the leash, and ordered me to "Heel, Slut" as he set off towards the distant front entrance to the market.
I was nude, shackled, and completely defenseless, walking barefoot across the vast parking lot while a steady flow of clothed citizens—some with slaves, some without—parked and then walked toward the same entrance. Most of the citizens seemed to enjoy looking at every exposed inch of me. This attention is what I wanted when I arranged my long walk, so why was my entire body blushing?
Meanwhile, the words of the notarized power of attorney that I gave to Jack kept running through my mind:
During the period of time for which this power of attorney is in force, the agent or attorney-in-fact is authorized, at his or her sole discretion, to dispose of the person executing this power of attorney in any of the ways listed below:
-Require that person to perform any sexual act or acts with any free citizen aged 18 or older and, with the permission of the appropriate owners, to perform any sexual act or acts with any slaves or indentured persons;
-Pledge the body and freedom of that person as surety and collateral for any bond or other legal debt, public or private;
-Apply to have that person designated as a pleasure slut and slave-graded by any slave merchant licensed in the state of Texas;
-Consign the person executing this power of attorney to indentured servitude for any period of six months to eight years, under the provisions of Texas Civil Code, Chapter 5 Conveyance, 5.309.2, indenture;
-Cause the person executing this power of attorney to be sold at auction or by any other legal means into chattel slavery, such slavery to continue for any specified period up to and including eight years under the provisions of Texas Civil Code, Chapter 5 Conveyance, 5.309.1, Enslavement.
The following restrictions apply to the agent's disposition of the person executing this power of attorney:
-In the event of indentured servitude or chattel slavery, the agent shall, within 24 hours of the event, cause the person executing this power of attorney to be recorded in the National Slave Registry, including all required forms of identity and mandatory information concerning the person's owner/Master. An electronic copy of this power of attorney shall be appended to the National Slave Registry.
