“Babe! It’s official, I signed the contract today!” Chelsea flew into John’s arms and planted him with kisses, “Oh John I'm so proud of you. What did you end up signing on?” John grinned and held up a cheque, “27 million per year...and this! 10 million dollar signing bonus.” Chelsea planted him with another kiss, “oh my god John, all your hard work has paid off, we’re rich!” John kissed her back passionately, “and the first thing we are doing is calling your boss and quitting your job, I’ll be damned if my beautiful wife is gonna be forced to work another day in her life...unless she wants to of course.” Chelsea’s job was pretty mundane although it paid ok. Still, she was going to be happy to be a housewife on her husband’s 27 million dollar per year salary working for that fancy tech company. She was so excited, all her friends had always said he was too nerdy for her, but she had always loved how kind and smart he was. Well now sticking with him had paid off and they were filthy rich at only 25 years old each. John looked at Chelsea seriously, “babe, let’s deposit this money and start house shopping, I’m sick of this apartment...I’m thinking mansion in Malibu?” Chelsea squealed in excitement. Their lives were going to be drastically different from now on.
It had taken a few weeks, but Chelsea and John had finally found a mansion they thought was going to be the one. They were taking one last viewing with their realtor. It was basically a 7 million dollar palace. More rooms, luxury, and space than Chelsea could have ever dreamed of in a home. She still couldn’t get over how amazing the outdoor pool was, although the indoor pool was pretty damn nice in its own right as well. Playfully Chelsea nudged John, “Babe, I know I’m going to be a stay at home wife now and tend to our household, but this place is massive! You’re gonna have to get me a maid!” John laughed and replied with an “of course!” Chelsea clapped her hands gleefully. It was going to be nothing but the life of luxury for her now. She could just picture it, lounging by her pool enjoying the beautiful California weather while servants scurried to serve her every want and need.
Towards the end of the tour the realtor showed them a separate wing from the mansion. All the previous luxury was gone. “Here are the servants quarters she explained. Nothing really worth seeing here, pretty much just bare minimum accommodations for any live-in servants you might hire. Oh you might want to see this room, its probably the only interesting one.” John and Chelsea looked around the room. It was certainly quite interesting. Whips, canes, and paddles hung on one wall. Another wall had chains and shackles hanging from it. In the middle of the room was a whipping post. There were 2 poles with manacles coming from the top and bottom of the pole. The poles were also attached at the top and there was a pair of manacles hanging from a winch in the center. There was also a large table with restraints attached to it. On the back wall there were metal bars sticking out of the wall. The bars were triangular in shape and quite sharp at the top. There were a number of mounting points around all the bars. Cheerily the realtor chimed in, “if you have any indentured servants then this room is fully equipped should any of them need any corporal punishment. You’ve got a whipping post and very thorough collection of whips and other tools good for beating disobedient servants. This table can be used for any sort of torture you can think of on helplessly restrained servants and these restraints and bars at the back here are for punishing maids. You make them straddle the bars and restrain them in place. I would imagine that gets quite painful on the vagina after a few hours!” She laughed.
Chelsea and John finalized the deal and moved in soon after. Chelsea had called around to a few hiring agencies inquiring about a maid, but ever since seeing that punishment room they had she couldn’t stop thinking that she wanted an indentured servant. Indentured servitude had made a comeback about 15 years ago. Laws were changed to allow for it. It came about as a response to the economic collapse after Covid 19 had finally been eradicated. So many people were hopelessly crushed under debt that society was on the brink of collapse. The solution was the indentured servants act of 2025. People were able to purchase and pay off the debt of others. In return the debtors worked as their servant until the debt was paid back. The program did not take off fully until 2030 when more laws were passed stripping regular labour protections and rights from indentured servants. It was needed in order to make it more appealing for employers. Not many people wanted to pay off the large debts of someone when they could just hire foreign domestic workers on the cheap instead. These new laws didn’t quite turn the indentured labourers into slaves, but it was pretty damn close. Basically the only difference was they still had to be paid, they were free once their debt was up, and employers could not purposefully put an indentured servant to death. Other than that it was pretty much slavery. Their contracts could even be bought and sold. These laws made indentured servants much more attractive than regular employees for some people and the debt issue was solved and many of the rich flocked to buy and pay the debts in exchange for Slave-like workers.
Chelsea wasn’t sure how John felt about indentured servants, they had never really discussed it before when it didn’t seem like an affordable option. Now that it was though, she was determined. Chelsea grabbed the brochure she had ordered from the top indentured servant agency in L.A and brought it over to John. “Here John read this and tell me what you think. I think it would be amazing to have a maid indentured to us. It sounds so luxurious and I think we deserve one. Here’s the brochure for the girl I was thinking we should get. John grabbed the brochure and read it over...
“Here at Luxury Servants LTD, your comfort is our number 1 priority. That is why every servant that comes through our doors receives months of training before his or her contract is sold. We guarantee 100% satisfaction with your new servant or you can return your servant’s contract to us in the first month, no questions asked, and receive a full refund.”
John flipped the brochure open. Inside was a picture of an insanely beautiful and well endowed blonde woman. There was a description beside her picture...
“Meet Anne, one of our finest offerings at Luxury Servants. She’s a 5 foot 100 pound blonde bombshell with natural DD breasts. Anne is 22 years old and soft and tight in all the right places...if you know what we mean!
Anne will make a wonderful sex servant. She’s highly trained in the art of pleasuring both men and women. She also has intensive training in domestic servitude such as cooking and cleaning and personal servitude as well. If you wonder what we mean by personal servitude basically she’ll wait upon you hand and foot, cater to your every need, and obey your every wish and whim while ensuring you live in total comfort and luxury.
Imagine, you’re sitting around your pool with friends while Anne, as naked as the day she was born, gracefully serves you and your friends a beer. Or imagine the sight as you walk into your dining room and there’s Anne, on her knees vigorously scrubbing the floor. Her naked tits are swishing back and forth while she works for you as fast as she can.
Don’t let Anne’s slight build and beauty fool you. She’s very athletic and has great stamina. She’s quite capable of working long hours and performing hard, back-breaking labour should you require it.
After our fees on top of her debt her cost is $40,000. As with all of our servants she was only signed after agreeing to a contract that is most agreeable to you, the employer! Her contract is for $10 per hour full time 8 hours a day. As she will be living at your expense on your estate you can legally charge back up to $8 dollars per hour for your expenses. Long story short you pay her $2 per hour or $16 per day. She has also signed that she is essential to your household’s operation and is therefore on call for unpaid overtime anytime with no restrictions. Essentially she is yours to command 24 hours a day, 7 days a week...just make sure she gets enough sleep to function. With her debt to you at $40,000 she will need 2,500 days at $16 per day to repay her debt to you. Basically she’s your indentured servant for just under 7 years. After that it’s up to you if you want to keep her on or not. It’s not like she will have any prospects to go anywhere else.”
John set the brochure down, “this is what you want Chelsea?” She nodded in affirmative. Without another word John grabbed his phone, “yes hello, Luxury Servants? Yes I’d like to place an order for contract number 10594 Anne. You deliver her here? Excellent here’s our address...”
Chelsea couldn’t believe it. She was getting her own servant finally. And not just any servant, but an indentured servant. This girl would have to obey and submit to her completely. She wasn’t going to ever have to lift a finger again with Anne around. She knew she’d be pleased with her new servant. If she wasn’t, then her and the maid would be spending time in the punishment room ensuring she was never disappointed again. John walked over and sat with Chelsea, “so are you going to let me use this new servant girl, or is she just your toy?” Chelsea laughed “oh babe, she’s for both of us, and don’t worry I know you’ll want to fuck her. I’m ok with it, we both deserve to enjoy her. I know she means nothing to you. She’ll just be a servant girl after all. Besides, your sex drive is much higher than mine anyways.” John hugged Chelsea, she had read his mind. Chelsea looked at him more seriously, “can I ask one thing though John? Please only use her bumhole, mouth, or tits? When you’re with me we make love, when you’re using her it’s just fucking.” John looked at Chelsea and grabbed her hand, “of course love.”
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The doorbell rang. Chelsea hurried to get the door. John had already left for work earlier that morning. This was the last time she’d have to answer a doorbell Chelsea thought smugly to herself. She opened the door to a Luxury Servants employee and her new maid Anne. She quickly signed the required paper work and then called Anne inside. Once she entered the maid quickly dropped into a deep curtesy, bowed her head, and murmured “mistress.” Chelsea nodded curtly at the girl. “Follow me” she commanded, surprised at how authoritative she had been able to make her voice. They headed into the drawing room. Chelsea sat on a comfortable divan. Anne knew better than to sit, and stood respectfully in front of her mistress. Chelsea gestured at the girl and snapped, “the dress, remove it now!” Her face red with the shame, Anne quickly slid the dress down her body. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and was standing completely naked in front of Chelsea. “Ah they’ve waxed you. Good. If I ever see any body hair on you you’ll be whipped.” Anne curtseyed again, “yes mistress.” “Now come here I wish to inspect my new servant.” Chelsea spent the next 20 minutes feeling every inch of Anne’s body. She fingered her pussy and anus, squeezed and pinched her nipples, and fondled her tits shamelessly. She felt all of Anne’s muscles and commented to the girl how useful she was going to be.
After her inspection, Anne knelt in front of Chelsea, her face burning red with shame and embarrassment. Chelsea addressed the maid, “Alright i think you’ll do. So here’s how it is. I am taking the full amount for your room and board so you will be paid $16 per day. I’m invoking the essential staff clause of your contract right now and continuing it indefinitely. When your regular 8 hours are finished you are to just continue on working. I haven’t fully decided yet, and I think it will depend on my schedule for any particular day, but expect your shifts to be between 18-20 hours per day. I won’t stand to see you idle or lazy. I did not invite you here for a nice vacation in my mansion, no you are here to work and you are going to work your ass off. You will always curtsey when you first come into mine or John’s presence and every time you receive a command. All commands are to be obeyed immediately and without question. This will be a corporal punishment household. There will be no warnings, if you make a mistake, or you are slow to task, then you will be whipped and beaten, it’s as simple as that. You are never to speak unless spoken to or commanded and while on the estate you are to remain naked at all times. When you accompany us out in the city you might be given a thong bikini to wear, but it is to be removed the second we are back home. Oh and this goes without saying but you are not entitled to any days off and you will not receive any. If you fall ill to the point where you cannot work you will be fined the maximum $250 for every day you cannot work...now any questions before you officially begin?”
Chelsea noticed the girl looked like she was about to cry as she once again curtseyed and replied that she had no questions. “Very well then, you can begin work immediately. I haven’t cleaned a single thing in the mansion since we moved in so you’re going to be quite busy today. You can start with this room. I want it all dusted, furniture polished, windows washed, floor scrubbed, and then floor polished. I’ll be relaxing by the pool, come find me as soon as you’re finished. Oh 2 more things. I’ll be timing you, but I won’t tell you how fast you have to finish the room to avoid punishment, so you’d better work quick.” Chelsea pulled out her handbell and rang it, “secondly, if you hear me ringing this bell I don’t care what you are in the middle of doing, you are to sprint to me as fast as you can. Serving me is your number one priority and I’ll ring for you every time I need something.” With that Chelsea set off to relax by the pool while the miserable and terrified maid grabbed the cleaning supplies and got started on her massive task.
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Chelsea and John were both enjoying their breakfast and reading the morning paper. Anne stood respectfully beside the table, completely naked, her head bowed and her hands clasped behind her back. She was there ready to serve just in case her employers needed anything. She was trying her best not to listen to the humiliating conversation as Chelsea and John casually talked about her. “So how is the maid after a week serving here?” John asked. “Oh it’s great John, thank you so much again. I couldn’t imagine having to do all the cleaning this massive estate requires. She’s been a godsend. I think I’ve been working her to the absolute limit. But that’s what we got her for right?” John chuckled, “well that and other things!” Chelsea rolled her eyes playfully, “I know! I definitely heard you ass-raping her out by the pool last night.” John got up and grabbed his things for work, asking what Chelsea planned to do today, “well, since she was so busy fucking you last night, Anne didn’t get through all her chores last night. Now I’m not saying you shouldn’t have fucked her, it’s Anne’s fault for not hurrying to make up time afterwards. I think I’m going to take her and finally try out our punishment room!” Anne’s eyes went wide with horror. Suddenly Chelsea snapped at Anne, “Coffee!” Quickly Anne hurried to fill her mug. Chelsea laughed, “look at how badly her hands are shaking! The silly little slut is scared. Now Anne be careful, if you spill I’ll have to whip you even more.”
After John had left Chelsea ordered Anne to quickly clean up the dining area. She didn’t help, but stood over Anne, admonishing her and demanding she hurry up. She was excited to get the whipping underway.
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Anne whimpered in fear. She was bent over a metal frame. It was 2 metal posts attached by a metal bar at the top. Her feet were shackled wide apart to the base of each post. She was bent forward over the bar with her wrists shackled to the base on the other side of the apparatus. In her bent over position, her naked ass was raised up invitingly.
Chelsea came back from the wall holding a very firm looking paddle in her hand. It had holes cut out of the paddle to cut down on wind resistance. She tapped it into her hand experimentally. Yikes, even that stung! This was going to be terrible for Anne. Quickly she addressed Anne, “girl! You’re being punished today for being so slow on your chores last night. I hope this is a lesson to you to try to be a better servant in the future.”
Anne had barely managed to murmur a yes mistress before Chelsea reared back and swung the paddle with everything thing she had. There was an audible wind noise thanks holes in the paddle before it connected with the meaty flesh on Anne’s unprotected ass. Thwack! Anne cried out loudly. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Anne was wailing in agony but Chelsea didn’t let up. Thwack!....Thwack!...Thwack! Chelsea found the red weals that were fast rising on Anne’s ass to be very appealing and continued to beat the helpless girl mercilessly. After 50 strokes Anne was pleading for mercy while she screamed. After 75 strokes her ass had turned completely purple. After 100 strokes she was pleading for her mistress to just kill her instead.
Finally Chelsea stopped. She was breathing hard from her exertions. Anne was crying shamelessly as Chelsea returned the paddle to the wall. After briefly consulting the little booklet that was with the punishment instruments explaining the use of each one, Chelsea grabbed a flexible thin cane. This one was specifically designed to break skin. She wanted some nice bleeding stripes over Anne’s purpled and black ass.
As soon as Anne realized Chelsea was coming back with a cane she began wailing and pleading again, “OH GOD NO! Mistress please. Oh god oh god. Please mistress I can’t bear another stroke. MISTRESS PLEASE! MISTREAAAAAHHHHHHHSSS!” Anne shrieked like Chelsea had never heard another human being shriek before. Chelsea felt drunk with power as she rained blow after blow on the mangled ass of her screaming servant girl. Many of the cane strokes had indeed drawn some blood. Finally after 50 strokes Chelsea stopped. Anne was a mess. She was red in the face, veins were popping out on her forehead and snot was hanging from her nose. She was almost incoherent with pain. As Chelsea unchained the girl her entire body was shaking with the agony she was in. Chelsea allowed Anne to slump to the ground once she was free of her restraints. She’d let the girl have a bit of a break to get her wits back before continuing on to the whipping post.
After 15 minutes Chelsea ordered Anne to the whipping post. She’d never seen such a look of defeat on anyone’s face as Anne curtseyed and obediently went to stand under the whipping post. Quickly she shackled Anne’s ankles to the base of each post, her legs spread fairly far apart. Then she dropped the shackles from the top beam. Anne’s wrists were shackled together and then pulled up above her head using the winch. Chelsea raised the chains until Anne was forced to stand on her tiptoes. Finally Chelsea went and selected her whip.
Chelsea went straight for the worst whip. The rough bullwhip. The heavy whip had minuscule notches all throughout the tail of the whip, notches that were meant to grab the victims skin as the whip slashed across their body. Chelsea brought the whip and the product guide over to Anne and showed it to her cruelly. “Look here Anne, all these whips have pain ratings on a scale of 1-10. Those last 2 we used were only a 6 and a 7. See this one here? It’s a 10!” Anne sobbed while Chelsea teasingly rubbed the whip all over Anne’s shaking body. She slowly dragged the rough tail across Anne’s face, letting her feel how rough it felt. Chelsea grinned evilly at her terrified servant girl, “this is gonna hurt like hell isn’t it? Glad it’s you and not me!”
Chelsea positioned herself in front of the servant this time. She saw Anne’s eyes go wide as the poor servant girl realized the front of her body was going to be whipped. Chelsea experimentally cracked the whip a few times away from Anne. It was a bit trickier than just hitting Anne with a paddle or cane, but she soon had the whip cracking like thunder. She turned back towards the whimpering servant girl. Chelsea swung with everything she had. The whip whistled through the air before landing across Anne’s left breast, right over the nipple, with the loudest most brutal sounding crack of the day. Anne threw her head back and screamed in pure agony. Immediately there was a horrible, dark red whip mark across Anne’s chest from her left tit, on the nipple, and across her chest, passing just under her right tit. Tiny little droplets of blood were forming on the edge of the wound with the worst coming from the maid’s nipple. After a brief pause Chelsea struck again, and then again and again. For 25 strokes Chelsea focused solely on Anne’s massive tits. After they were a bloodied mass of red stripes Chelsea slowly moved down the rest of her body. Each stoke leaving a nasty looking whip mark. Anne was quite loud about her suffering the entire time, but she redoubled her shrieks once the whip’s downward journey reached her cunt. Chelsea paused to give 5 more strokes across her crotch. Finally, Chelsea spent a few minutes marking up Anne’s thighs with brutal welts.
The front Anne’s body was marked and bloodied from her tits all the way down to her knees. She was too exhausted by that point and just hung limply in her restraints. Chelsea quickly grabbed a spray bottle. It was a miraculous medicine applied to the skin that accelerated healing time and effectiveness by more than 25 times faster than normal healing rates for flesh wounds. It also prevented scars and blemishes from remaining on the subjects body and stopped any bleeding. Chelsea quickly sprayed Anne down and then left her hanging in her restraints. She’d return in about 30 minutes, her servant girl would be much more responsive again by then thanks to the accelerated healing...
Chelsea stood back and admired her handiwork. Anne was lying on her back on the torture table. Her legs were forced back behind her head and held in place by chains. Her arms were stretched out to the side, also held in place by tight restraints. Anne’s pussy was on wide open display in this humiliating position. The girl was whimpering in fear. Chelsea was holding a strap. It had a strong handle and rough leather tail. It was wide enough that it wouldn’t cause any cuts or bleeding, but the firm material was supposed to be extremely painful and cause a fair amount of bruising and swelling if used properly.
Chelsea teased her servant cruelly, “I bet you know where this is going, don’t you slut?” Anne’s jaw dropped when she saw the whip. “M m m mistress? Surely you’re not going whip my pussy? Please mistress, no woman could bear that.” Chelsea laughed, “of course you can bear it. Don’t be so dramatic. I’m going to whip your pussy raw.”
The first stroke had Anne shrieking in agony. The whip was the perfect size for delivering the full force of the blow to the poor girl’s vagina. Chelsea couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying the power she was wielding over this woman. She never would have thought she would be whipping another human being’s genitals, but here she was. Anne screamed and screamed but she had no say in the matter. Again and again Chelsea slammed the whip down on the maid’s groin. Anne’s pussy got more tender with every stroke, increasing her suffering every time the whip cracked against her tender pussy.
After 50 strokes Chelsea stopped. Anne’s pussy was deep red in color and had swollen to over twice it’s regular size. Chelsea grabbed Anne’s pussy cruelly, “oh my god Anne! Look at these pussy lips! They’re huge!” The poor maid was in too much pain to respond. Chelsea slapped her pussy cruelly, “not even impressed enough to respond? Ok I guess we can do 50 more.” Chelsea grabbed her whip and immediately resumed beating the tortured girl’s crotch. Anne’s incoherent screams only served to encourage more strokes.
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Chelsea rang her bell. She soon heard the sound of Anne running across the room upstairs and pounding down the stairs at full speed. It had been a few hours since Anne’s brutal whipping, and while her wounds were still causing her a great deal of pain, the recovery accelerating spray had done enough that Chelsea had been able to put her back to work. Anne curtseyed deeply to Chelsea as soon as she arrived where Chelsea was comfortably seated reading a book. “Fetch my tanning oil and 2 large towels and bring them out to the pool.” Anne curtesyed again and then ran off to obey her orders.
At the pool Anne helped Chelsea to apply the tanning oil. She gently rubbed her mistress from head to toe. As soon as she was finished she assisted her mistress in getting comfortable lying on her lounge chair. Finally Anne placed the handbell right beside Chelsea’s hand so that the mistress could ring for her whenever she needed. Chelsea addressed her maid lazily, “I think it’s been a few days since you’ve scrubbed the pool deck hasn’t it? Mind as well do that so you are close at hand in case I need you. Try to be quiet about it tho, whipping you was exhausting and I wouldn’t mind having a nap.”
Anne curtseyed respectfully although she was seething inside. Her mistress wanted her to toil quietly because she was tired out from whipping her? The cruelty of her mistress was unbelievable. Still she had absolutely no say in the matter. She wouldn’t dare displease her mistress, especially after the torture she had just gone through. Not when her mistress could legally torture her like that whenever she wanted to.
After grabbing the cleaning supplies Anne dropped wearily to her knees. She was forbidden from using a mop when cleaning. Scrubbing meant on her hands and knees using a bucket and rags. Her body was screaming in pain still with every movement. The spray was helping immensely, without it she would be bedridden still, but her body was still racked with pain. Mistress hadn’t put anything on her pussy either since it didn’t have any open wounds. Gingerly Anne touched the swollen flesh, shots of agony pierced her swollen vagina at even the slightest touch. It was going to be extremely painful for a long long time.
Silently Anne scrubbed away. The exhausting work was made even more uncomfortable by the hot California sun beating down on her naked body. The girl soon had a lather of sweat going as she toiled. Miserably she scrubbed away while her mistress lounged not far off. The divide between the rich leisure class lady and the whip marked indentured servant couldn’t have been more apparent.
After about an hour of scrubbing Anne heard the accursed handbell ring. She flew to her feet and sprinted to her mistress. As she was dropping into her curtsey her mistress curtly commanded, “ice water.” Anne sprinted to the kitchen and quickly returned bearing the glass on a sliver serving tray. She knelt beside her mistress with her head bowed and offered up the serving tray. Chelsea did not dismiss her, so Anne was forced to hold her position, kneeling with her arms outstretched holding the tray up for her mistress to put the water glass down on. She knelt there a good 15-20 mins watching her mistress read her magazine and take small delicate sips of her water. Finally she was dismissed with the wave of a hand after the glass was empty. Anne quickly returned the glass and the tray to the kitchen before picking up right back where she had left of, on her hands and knees scrubbing the pool deck.
Later in the afternoon the bell rang again. Anne hurried over. The sun had moved and shade from the mansion was getting close, so Anne had to help her mistress out of her chair, then carry the chair over 15 feet to the left before helping her mistress to get comfortable again. How ridiculously lazy was her mistress that she had to ring Anne for such a small task? Life was so unfair. Every day her mistress worked her like an animal for 20 hours a day and her mistress wouldn’t even lift a finger to help herself with anything. Not when she had a pseudo slave at her beck and call at all times. Wearily the naked maid returned to her labours, endlessly scrubbing on her hands and knees.
As soon as Anne had finished the massive task of scrubbing the pool deck she received new orders from Mistress Chelsea, “John should be home in a hour. Hurry girl and prepare our supper. Oh and you’re sweaty and disgusting. Make sure you’ve cleaned yourself up before you serve us our meal. I can smell you from here and I want to gag!”
Anne spent the rest of the evening waiting upon the comfort of her two superiors. They kept her quite busy as she bowed and scraped deferentially to their whims. Once Chelsea and John were comfortable in bed and drifting off to sleep, Anne was left with one final horrifying chore before her night was finished. She had to clean the punishment room from top to bottom. The bullwhip had thrown flecks of her blood all throughout the room and the entire place had to be scrubbed clean. Anne shivered as the cheery sound of her mistress’ voice delivered her final horrifying command of the night, “oh Anne, don’t forget to clean and oil the cane and especially the bullwhip. They are covered in blood!” Anne hurried to the room. It was already midnight and she was going have to hustle to finish the task soon enough to get any sort of sleep. Her morning duties required her to start at about 6AM to have any hope of being finished in time for when her employers woke up. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she set about working on her gruesome task. Her life had become a living hell of endless toil, suffering, and servitude...It was going to be a long 7 years.