Marquesa worked her hands down his back, squeezing the muscles, kneading away the tension.\u00a0 He lay on the massage table, a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.\u00a0 She sighed as her fingers dug in.\u00a0 She hoped he would tell her that she could stop soon.\u00a0 Her hands were sore.\u00a0 Until then she would keep going.\u00a0 She had to.\u00a0 He owned her.<\/p>\n
There were few outward signs of it, of course.\u00a0 He took very good care of her.\u00a0 She lived in a single room in the mansion rather than in one of the slave barracks.\u00a0 A locked room, of course.\u00a0 The only token of her status was the collar locked around her throat.\u00a0 And even there he had made allowances for her.\u00a0 It was not an ugly steel band.\u00a0 Just a slender loop of silver.\u00a0 Almost elegant really.\u00a0 It might have been a piece of jewelry\u2026\u00a0 If it weren\u2019t locked.\u00a0 And, of course, he had taken one other precaution.\u00a0 She wore contact lenses at all times.\u00a0 Not for her vision which was perfect but to change her eyes from their usual piercing, hypnotic green to a much more ordinary brown.\u00a0 Like Samson\u2019s hair, the secret to her hypnotic abilities had been taken from her.\u00a0 In its own way, that was even more of a humiliation than the collar.<\/p>\n
The collar had her slave ID number engraved into it.\u00a0 The number that had been assigned to her almost a year before now.\u00a0 When she could not pay her debts the court had sold her into slavery for five years.\u00a0 He had pursued her for years before that.\u00a0 She had, gently she thought, tried to brush away his interest.\u00a0 When the opportunity arose, he had gotten what he wanted in another way.\u00a0 He purchased her.\u00a0 She knew she should be grateful, in a sense.\u00a0 Even the slave number was engraved into her collar rather than tattooed into her flesh.\u00a0 He was very gentle with her hoping, she supposed, to win her heart and mind along with the body he now possessed.\u00a0 She knew she could have ended up in much worse circumstances.\u00a0 She should be grateful.\u00a0 But she wasn\u2019t.\u00a0 The collar and the room were locked.\u00a0 She could not find gratitude for being a slave.<\/p>\n
Ian rolled his shoulders and raised himself up to sit on the table.\u00a0 He smiled at her.\u00a0 \u201cThat was wonderful.\u201d\u00a0 He looped his finger under her collar and gently pulled her toward him for a kiss.<\/p>\n
Marquesa had always sensed something about him.\u00a0 Even before when he had pursued her.\u00a0 It was hard to define.\u00a0 Hard to express.\u00a0 He almost seemed to be\u2026\u00a0 Pretending?\u00a0 Acting?\u00a0 Was that it?\u00a0 As if he were playing a part.\u00a0 Trying to be something that did not come naturally.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t what you want,\u201d Marquesa said flatly.<\/p>\n
Ian paused, a curious look on his face.\u00a0 Then he smiled.\u00a0 \u201cOh\u2026\u00a0 I think it is,\u201d he said and pulled her closer.\u00a0 Marquesa pulled back and dared to say the one word she could never say:<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ian slipped his finger from beneath her collar.\u00a0 He looked down nervously and then back up at her.\u00a0 It was all the confirmation Marquesa needed.\u00a0 She had guessed correctly.\u00a0 Now she did lean in close to him and whispered in his ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t want to be in charge, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She gently caressed his back with one hand, brushed the other lightly over his chest and repeated the question, \u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026\u00a0 Um\u2026\u00a0 Yes\u2026\u00a0 I\u2026\u201d\u00a0 He was finding it difficult to concentrate.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d Marquesa whispered.<\/p>\n
Ian swallowed.\u00a0 \u201cNo,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
Marquesa continued to caress him, running her hand down his back and under the towel to stroke his bottom.\u00a0 \u201cTake off my collar,\u201d she purred.<\/p>\n
Ian, his hands trembling, turned the tumblers of the small combination lock which held the ring of silver around her throat.\u00a0 He opened it and for the first time in almost a year, slipped it from around her neck.\u00a0 Marquesa rolled her shoulders, relishing the absence of that small, ever-present weight which she had grown so accustomed to but never accepted.\u00a0 She took the collar gently from his hands and laid it aside.\u00a0 Her fingertips returned to his skin, caressing him once more.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery, very good\u2026 \u00a0But you want to continue, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ian swallowed, he looked down.\u00a0 \u201cYes,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen call for your assistant\u2026\u00a0 Tell him to do whatever I ask.\u00a0 Go on,\u201d Marquesa urged.<\/p>\n
Ian\u2019s shoulders rose and fell.\u00a0 He walked over to the telephone and pressed a button.\u00a0 He cleared his throat, \u201cWould you come in here please?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ian\u2019s assistant was there before he had even put down the telephone. \u201cYes, sir?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026\u00a0 Um\u2026\u00a0 I would like you to do as she says,\u201d Ian stammered, nodding toward Marquesa.<\/p>\n
The young man seemed puzzled for a moment before his professionalism reasserted itself.\u00a0 \u201cYes, sir, of course.\u201d\u00a0 He looked at Marquesa questioningly.<\/p>\n
Marquesa smiled and extended her hand.\u00a0 If the assistant was surprised at this, he did not show it.\u00a0 He was, of course, familiar with his employer\u2019s favorite slave, but he wasn\u2019t in the habit of making conversation with her.\u00a0 Or with any slave for that matter.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t done.\u00a0 This was shaping up to be an unusual evening.\u00a0 He shook her hand as they exchanged introductions.\u00a0 That was unusual as well.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need two forms prepared for him to sign,\u201d Marquesa explained.\u00a0 \u201cA manumission for me and a voluntary enslavement declaration for him.\u00a0 Is that something you can do?\u201d<\/p>\n
The assistant nodded, \u201cYes, of course.\u00a0 They\u2019re standard forms.\u00a0 What would be the term of his\u2026 Uh\u2026\u00a0 Enslavement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nearly all enslavements were for fixed periods.\u00a0 Usually for debt, like Marquesa\u2019s\u2026\u00a0 Sometimes for crimes or other reasons.\u00a0 5 or 10 years was common\u2026\u00a0 20 rare and anything beyond almost unknown.\u00a0 Voluntary enslavements were quite rare but usually followed the same patterns.<\/p>\n
Marquesa glanced at Ian out of the corner of her eye.\u00a0 He was still standing quietly by the phone, looking down as they talked about him right in front of him.\u00a0 Embarrassed?\u00a0 Nervous?\u00a0 She decided to risk it and see what his response would be.<\/p>\n
\u201cLife,\u201d Marquesa said firmly.<\/p>\n
The assistant\u2019s mask of professionalism slipped for an instant.\u00a0 Life enslavement was possible but extremely rare.\u00a0 Voluntary life enslavement\u2026\u00a0 He had never even imagined it.\u00a0 There were at least some protections for those who were enslaved for defined terms.\u00a0 Limits on how they could be used, on how they could be punished.\u00a0 They were still people.\u00a0 A life enslavement contained none of that.\u00a0 There were no limits on what could be done to him.\u00a0 After just a moment\u2019s hesitation, the assistant nodded and slipped out, promising to return in just a moment.<\/p>\n
Marquesa watched Ian the entire time, wondering if she had gone too far.\u00a0 Wondering if her voice alone was enough to keep him calm.\u00a0 He hadn\u2019t responded when she had given his assistant the term.\u00a0 He just stood there, looking down.\u00a0 She walked over to where he stood and began to caress him again.\u00a0 She wanted to make sure that he stayed passive for just a few more minutes.\u00a0 She whispered to him soothingly, reassuringly.\u00a0 She watched as his breathing steadied, watched as his eyelids dropped ever so slightly.\u00a0 Yes\u2026\u00a0 It was enough.\u00a0 Not a full trance by any means, not even close, but enough to relax him to the point where his true nature could show through.<\/p>\n
The assistant returned as quickly as he had promised.\u00a0 The paperwork was simple, just one page each.\u00a0 He laid them on the desk in front of Ian.\u00a0 Marquesa took a pen from the desk and offered it to him.\u00a0 Ian leaned over the desk and signed the manumission form as Marquesa continued to stroke him.\u00a0 He hesitated briefly and then, with a deep sigh, scrawled a shaky signature on the enslavement form.\u00a0 As he laid the pen down, Marquesa slipped her hand under the towel and gave him a gentle pat on the bottom before pulling away.\u00a0 The assistant witnessed the two signatures and then collected the paperwork in a folder.<\/p>\n
Marquesa thanked the assistant, \u201cI hope you will stay on.\u00a0 I understand if it would be too awkward for you, but I could use your help.\u201d<\/p>\n
This time the assistant did not hesitate.\u00a0 \u201cNot awkward at all, Ma\u2019am.\u00a0 It would be my pleasure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marquesa smiled.\u00a0 \u201cWonderful,\u201d she said.\u00a0 \u201cIn that case, would you mind having a guard come up?\u00a0 With a full set of restraints.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marquesa and her new assistant continued to chat.\u00a0 When the guard arrived carrying a small nylon bag, Marquesa pointed to Ian.\u00a0 The assistant had obviously briefed the guard because he simply nodded, set the bag down and began to unpack it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d like you to schedule an appointment with his attorney and financial people.\u00a0 I want to make the transfer of his assets as smooth and fast as possible,\u201d Marquesa asked.\u00a0 The assistant assured her that would not be a problem and he would schedule the meetings.<\/p>\n
From the nylon bag, the guard had taken a set of steel shackles.\u00a0 Ian did not resist as the guard locked them around his ankles.\u00a0 Nor did he struggle when the guard gently pulled Ian\u2019s wrists behind him and locked them in matching steel handcuffs.\u00a0 Last, the guard took a steel collar from the bag.\u00a0 It was entirely different from the slim silver one which still lay on the desk.\u00a0 It shined just as brightly, perhaps even more so, but it was a think band of steel and weighed nearly twenty pounds.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me,\u201d Marquesa said, taking the collar.\u00a0 She stood before Ian for a moment, pausing to enjoy it, and then placed the collar around his throat.\u00a0 It closed with a very final-sounding click.<\/p>\n
Marquesa took it in, standing there with her hands on her hips.\u00a0 He stood quietly, his head down, securely chained.\u00a0 The towel he had been wearing on the massage table just a few minutes before\u2026\u00a0 Could it have only been a few minutes?\u00a0 The towel was still wrapped around his waist.\u00a0 She pulled it away and dropped it to the floor.\u00a0 Ian blushed furiously, embarrassed to now be nude in front of three people who had been his subordinates until this evening.\u00a0 Marquesa relished that embarrassment.\u00a0 Let him feel what it was like to lose control\u2026\u00a0 Even of your own body.<\/p>\n
That thought reminded her.\u00a0 She carefully removed the contact lenses from her eyes and blinked a few times.\u00a0 She felt a surge of confidence as she reclaimed her natural gifts.\u00a0 Marquesa slapped Ian.\u00a0 Not hard.\u00a0 Just enough to break the slight hold she had asserted over him.\u00a0 He gasped suddenly as all of the old inhibitions and fears returned.\u00a0 As he realized what he had done and lost.\u00a0 He bowed his head in humiliation.\u00a0 With her full abilities restored, it would have taken just a moment to have him in complete trance\u2026\u00a0 It would have been merciful even, but she found that was not what she wanted.\u00a0 He had enslaved her.\u00a0 He had crippled her.\u00a0 Let him experience each moment of his degradation.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill I need this slave to sign anything else for the asset transfers?\u201d Marquesa asked, not even referring to her new possession by name.<\/p>\n
The assistant shook his head, \u201cNo, Ma\u2019am.\u00a0 The enslavement paperwork automatically gives you full authority to act as you see fit without any further input from him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marquesa nodded.\u00a0 \u201cGood.\u00a0 Then I want to put him to work immediately.\u00a0 Assign him a slave number and have him tattooed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Ma\u2019am.\u00a0 Did you want him assigned to anything in particular?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marquesa nodded, \u201cManual labor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ian slumped even more if that were possible.\u00a0 Marquesa knew why, of course.\u00a0 In his mind he had thought\u2026\u00a0 He had hoped\u2026\u00a0 That she might treat him as he thought he had treated her.\u00a0 Out of pity?\u00a0 Affection?\u00a0 She had other plans.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was having a section of timber cleared on the estate.\u00a0 Several hundred acres.\u00a0 It\u2019s a long job.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure they could use one more slave,\u201d the assistant suggested.<\/p>\n
Marquesa turned it over in her mind.\u00a0 The slaves worked with hand tools and brute strength.\u00a0 Chopping, digging, and hauling.\u00a0 Backbreaking, exhausting labor.\u00a0 Just what she had in mind for him.\u00a0 She nodded, \u201cYes.\u00a0 That sounds perfect.\u00a0 Make sure the guards are aware that he is a lifer so there are no restrictions. I want him working double shifts. If he is lazy\u2026\u00a0 Punish him.”<\/p>\n
“I’ll make sure they understand,” assistant assured her.<\/p>\n
Marquesa turned to Ian. “And do you understand, slave?”<\/p>\n
His shoulders rose and fell in a sigh, “Yes.”<\/p>\n
“Yes, what?” Marquesa asked sharply<\/p>\n
“Yes, Mistress,” Ian replied quickly.<\/p>\n
Marquesa wrapped the heavy chain which was attached to the front of his collar around her hand. A gentle tug downward signaled him to kneel.\u00a0 Ian dropped to his knees before her. Marquesa pulled at the chain to have him look up at her.<\/p>\n
“I’m going to make sure I use you to your full potential.\u00a0 You were gentle with me.\u00a0 I won’t forget that.\u00a0 But you\u2019re mine now and I\u2019ll do as I please with you.\u00a0 As long as you work very, very hard for me and do exactly as you are told, you have nothing to be afraid of,” Marquesa said, both a promise and a warning as her eyes locked with his.<\/p>\n
He trembled under the full power of Marquesa\u2019s gaze.\u00a0 Tears began to course down his cheeks.\u00a0 Marquesa gently wiped them away.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s for the best, slave,\u201d she assured him.<\/p>\n
Ian swallowed, “Thank you, Mistress.”\u00a0 And lowered his eyes, accepting his defeat.<\/p>\n
Marquesa nodded to the guard.\u00a0 He slipped a hood over Ian’s head.<\/p>\n
“You should have taken no for an answer.\u00a0 Take him away,” Marquesa ordered.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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