Recovering his wife
As Riana expected, her husband phoned Jimmy that morning. Adrian would sort out this dire problem and take her home, before Jimmy found out she wasn't a household slave. It would cause all kinds of unpleasantness, if he found out she was Adrian's wife. He could use it to re-negotiate the loan Adrian arranged for him. Much worse for her, would be the social indignity of being a slave, even for just a day.
The gossip and sniggers from social acquaintances would be intolerable. A person only signed up as a slave out of desperation, and therefore it was a social and personal disgrace.
A global collapse of world economies in twenty-one-fifty, left a lot of people without work, and the government couldn't afford to even feed them all. Those with skills were lucky to find employment, with a corporation, or as a household servant.
The rest had to sign on with the government as a slave. In return, their debts were written off. In addition they had the purchase price to start a new life, once freed. A major problem was the government didn't have enough inspectors, so checking a master was keeping a slave within the regulations, was hardly ever done. This led to a general acceptance that slaves could be miss-used.
Riana new this, and was worried. She listened to the conversation between her husband and Jimmy, becoming angrier as her husband stalled, and the deal didn't progress very far.
Her husband couldn't take the chance of upsetting Jimmy, while she was held as a slave. The situation was extremely delicate. Jimmy wanted to borrow the household slave a couple of days ago, and her husband agreed. The guy had mistakenly taken Riana, instead of the slave.
'We made a deal. I borrow the slave for a week, and accept the business loan offer. Then you turn up and tell me to keep the slave. I sent the agreed purchase price to the government account, so the deal is done. Now you want the slave back. What's happened?' Jimmy asked.
'It was a mistake reacting without consideration. Look, I'll give you twenty percent more than you paid for her. It will recompense you for any inconvenience,' Adrian offered.
'I still need the slave for a week, to fulfil the government regulations. Why don't we take time to consider the situation, and settle this at the end of the week?' Jimmy pushed the point.
He was sure a lot more could be squeezed out of the man, if he tried. His plans precluded that, and would be far more profitable than a few percent extra. Also, there would be a great deal of satisfaction to be had, by keeping the slave for a while.
'If you think the offer is too low, just tell me,' Adrian said, sounding rattled.
'It's not that. I really do need to keep it until the end of the week. We can talk then. I don't think I'll need anything extra, just the credits back,' Jimmy said, and smiled at the screen.
'Well, if you change your mind, let me know,' Adrian said.
Adrian rang off and sat holding his face in both hands. Mistakenly thinking Riana had sex with a couple of Jimmy's friends, he'd angrily told him to keep her. Now he had to negotiate with a selfish young man, for the return of his wife. Damn! Damn! Damn! It wasn't his fault for getting into this impossible position. It was Riana's fault for going off with the arrogant young man.
It was unbearable knowing another man owned his wife as a slave. The infuriating situation was that his hands were tied from not being able to reveal who she was. Obviously she was alright, otherwise she would have simply come home. Didn't she know how difficult this was for him?
Jimmy thought the man looked tired and strained. Well that served him right. Adrian had lost his father a lot of credits, and expected him to continue investing. Adrian had also refused to invest in Jimmy's project. The man was heartless. Jimmy couldn't inflict financial pain, so this was the only way to kick him where it hurt.
Riana listened to their conversation, which on the surface sounded civilised and ordinary. The stupid bastard hadn't tried hard enough to get her back! What did he think he was doing, leaving her with this young man, as a slave? This was no way to treat a wife!
As soon as her husband took her home, she would find a way to remove the tattoo's, and micro-chips. The ring piercing her nether lips would be the first to go. Why that had been done, she had no idea.
'Did you hear that, slave? Your old master wants you back. Let's have a look at what I've bought, slave,' Jimmy demanded.
Riana looked at him, wondering what he meant, until it struck her. He was waiting for her to strip!
'Master, may your slave speak?' she quietly asked.
The only way to deal with this arrogant young man was to be self-effacing. He enjoyed putting her in place, so she determined not to give him an excuse. He'd made it clear, that behaving herself would avoid a punishment.
'Go ahead, slave,' he said.
'Your slave is a mature woman, and it will be hurtful being naked in her master's presence. Please, master, may your respectful slave keep her clothes on,' she demurely asked.
Only after speaking did she realised the words had an effect upon her, as well as him. She felt lowly, as though she really were nothing more than his humble slave. Waiting for a decision, whether to strip or not, was deepening that lowly position.
'If you don't undress, I'll cut the clothes off, and leave you naked. Get them off now, slave,' he fiercely ordered.
The strength of purpose, and anger directed at her, moved her hands. As though on automatic, she quickly pulled off the apron and cap, then unzipped the dress. When it dropped to the floor she stepped out of it, picked it up, and neatly folded it. Her panties had already been cut off, so there was no protection to her private place.
She struggled with the bra, wriggling around while he looked on. She bent to the stockings, carefully smoothing them down her legs, so as not to damage them. Pulling the garter belt around her waist, she unhooked it, and laid it on the pile of clothes. They weren't even her clothes, they were her master's possessions, just as she had become.
The significance of this pushed heavily upon her, and she swayed a little. What if he denied her clothes? She was his to do with as he wished, and he was looking her over. A strong realisation that she needed to please him, swamped her mind. She stood before him, almost at attention, with arms to her sides.
She still wore the slave chains, connected to a slave collar. Having a slave number branded upon her body, affected her profoundly. Her confidence and self-esteem had shrunk to nothing. Her head hung low, with a feeling of deep shame. She stood with thighs pressed together, trying to hide her sex.
'If you displease me, you will be punished, slave,' he heavily stated.
'Yes, master,' she breathed.
For the first time since being there, those words came naturally, and were full of meaning. She kept reminding herself this was no fantasy, conjured up to satisfy sexual needs. Being naked before this young man was demeaning, and it was unaccountably exciting. At that moment there was little of the haughty, sophisticated woman left to degrade.
