Blog : chapter two

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11/18/2008 9:58 pm

chapter two

The first night he brought me to his house, a large enclosed Victorian Plantation house. Immediately my temper flared, my mind flared in justified rage. What the hell was he thinking bringing me to a plantation? My mind went crazy knowing exactly what he had to be thinking, he wanted a nigger to pick his cotton. I flashed red-hot fire behind my eyes.
“What the fuck is this? You need a slave to hobble you want to call me Toby? Someone to say ‘Yessa Massa’, ‘No Massa’? You fucking red neck, nothing like, sweet nigger pussy to make a plantation into a home. You have got to be shitting me.”
Quicker then anything, I have seen he reached over and slapped me so hard my head wrapped against the glassed and my vision blurred.
“Girl that mouth will get you in trouble yet. Do not think so little of your self that you let anyone enslave you. Do not disrespect your pass with that type of simple mindedness and weakness. You are here because you need to be. And you, girl, will never raise your voice to me again or I turn your ass a shade of purple yet seen.”
We drove up to house without speaking. When you get pass the fact that it was a plantation, it was very lovely. It was a light coffee color with white trim. It still had its old world appeal, with updated features. The windows where new and energy efficient, the house had siding. The door was heavy and had a brass knocker nothing as crass a pair of breast, but rather a classic plain handle. My eyes soaked up every detail that dark would allow. The porch appeared to wrap around the house the railings were hand craved and the porch was custom with custom furniture sprinkle about the shadows. I giggled to myself thinking that some of it looked a little medieval. I would not be surprised if it was.
We enter the foyer and he explained what was to take place over the next couple of days. He said that I would have to stay in my room until I wrote out a contract that I would not break. One that included his use and right to me, what he could and could not do. It should include how far he could go in punishing and under what terms our contract was void. He said he would include previsions after he read what I wrote. Once we were agreed on the details, my training would begin. He said in a separate document I should write out things that I have not done and would not do. He said he would honor my limits.
“I have two other sub missives, as they are people and not property. I do not own them. They will see to whatever needs you might have during day, as I do work. We will go into that after the contract is finished though.” With that, he led me up the three flights of stairs to my room. It was big open space with a queen size bed a small seating area off to the right next to a picture window. There was a dresser, a wardrobe, and a desk with a computer on it. There was bathroom off to the left with fresh towels and a basket full of toiletries.
“Goodnight girl. Remember you are not to leave this room until you have written the contract. When you are ready for me to see it print it. The printer is in my office, after I look over it. I’ll come and get you. Food will be brought to you and I’ll check on you before bed each night. By the way my name is Cormac.” Then he shut the door.
I walked in the bathroom pulling off my clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor. I examined the items in the basket. There was razor, to shave every stitch of hair from my body no doubt. I decided not to use it just to be a pain. A brand new toothbrush in the casing—great I could use that right away. There was alcohol a pedicure/manicure kit, a lofa, some nice sea salt scrub and sugar scrub for the face a jar of rose petals and a jar of powdered milk. I think I might just stay in the bathroom.
Stepping into the shower, I scrubbed away the evening using the lofa to attack my skin. After bathing and drying, I wrapped my self in a towel and laid across the bed. I drifted quickly off.

The next morning I woke wondering where I was and why I was naked. Sitting up panicked the night before slow came back. Embarrassed that I gave Cormac my panties I gathered my things. Cracking open the door peeking down the hall, I crept down the three flights of stairs and out the front door. Running across the acres of grass and trees, through orchids, I was looking for road. When finally I came upon it was totally lost and sun had burnt my already caramel skin. I was hungry, having only eaten fruit from the orchids. I was thirsty and crying walking downs a road that seems to lead nowhere and come from the same place. I had nowhere else to go, so I kept walking. I had left Cormac’s house around eight or nine o’clock that morning. It was early fall it got dark about 7 pm. The sun was setting and I was screwed. Half way to nowhere halfway away. My feet ached my leg burned I sat of to the side of the road and cried. That night I slept out side in the grass and ate fruit. I made to it a town by the next afternoon.
That is when I realized I left my purse at the house.
Fortunately, a lady was nice enough to drive me to the next town where I lived. I keep a spare key outside under a flowerpot I kept in the window. I opened the door locking it. Safe I made some calls order to credit and bankcards, having a lock’s smith to change the locks and one come re-key my car. All that done I walked around the house making sure no one was there and nothing had been touched. Stripping down to nothing, I showered scrubbing dirty and grass from my body. I then turning up the heat until it was stuffy in the house. Calm I opened a bottle of wine; I kept hearing Cormac’s demand for my panties. I pour my glass and sat naked on the counter top, drifting back to the feeling I had when he stepped into my space, my body was hot. I dipped my finger in the glass of wine rubbing them over my lips. Dipping them again, I ran my fingers over my clit and through my pussy lip tasting my fingers. I only regret not having sex with him; I know it would have been great. The more I thought of what he would have done to me sexually the more I rubbed and stroked myself. Grinding onto my fingers panting working myself up, pushing my self to the edge, I was almost there. I could feel the dizzying blur of orgasm, when there was a knock on the door. I grabbed a slip dress that hung on the chair putting it on. I opened the door half expecting it to be Cormac but it was not it was the locksmith. I was so disappointed I had him only re-key the car and sent him on his way.
Days went by Cormac did not come. I think that why I did not have the locks changed. One night I awoke from sleep with a jerk. In my dream, Cormac had come to room every night to watch me sleep. When I woke up and looked around, he was there, sitting at my dressing table his two girls kneeling on the floor next to him. When I saw him, I thought I knew I should scream, but I did not. I slid from my bed walking over to the dresser pulling out the contract he asked to write when I was there along with the list. I knelt handing him both documents.
“You know I going to punish you right. If you return to me, I will not be go easy on you. You could have gotten your self injured or killed. Knowing this knowing i'm going to punish you severely will you come with Tari?”
Nodding my answer, yes he directed us to the car.


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