III
I awoke when May kissed me. It was morning, and she was standing before the bed. She was fully dressed.
"Goodbye," she said lovingly.
"Please don't leave." I grabbed her hand.
She sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry honey, but I've got work to do, classes to attend."
"You‟ll come back tonight, won't you?"
"No, I can't. I've got other obligations."
"Please, I've got money, I can give you some."
"You think this is about money? Do you think I'm here because I want your money?" May was very angry.
"No, I don't. It's just . . . I thought that maybe if I helped you out you might be able to come stay with me."
"You want me to move in with you? Just like that?" Now May sounded incredulous. "You certainly do move fast. Last night you didn't even know my name, now you want me to move in with you? No dear, I'm afraid I can't stay with you. I'm a business woman. Like I said, I have obligations. I can't just drop them, nor do I want to."
"Please," I begged. "It's true that I didn't know your name yesterday, but ever since I met you I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. I think I've wanted you since I first touched you in class. I don't think I could live without you."
"How melodramatic," now she was scornful. "You certainly can live without me." She looked into my eyes for a moment. "But maybe you don't want to live without me." She stared into my eyes. She took my face in her hands. "Do you really want to live with me?" She kissed me.
"I do want to live with you. Isn't there something I could do to make you stay? I'll do anything."
May stared off into the distance thinking about what I had said. "Anything," she mumbled. She turned and looked at me. "Anything covers a lot of ground," She said out loud.
I could tell that she had thought of something.
"I've always wanted a personal servant. Would you want to come and live with me? As my slave?"
I didn't hesitate. "Oh, May! Could I?"
"Not so fast. I don't think you understand. You would be my slave. Not just my servant, but my slave. I would require you to do everything I asked of you. You‟d clean my house and scrub my toilets. You‟re a virgin now, but you won't be for long."
That scared me. But then I thought about last night. "I don't care; I want to be with you."
"Right now you are an independent white woman. If you become my slave, I won't take out an ad in the New York Times, but it certainly won't be a secret. You‟ll be a lesbian servant to a black woman. You‟ll do as I say, when I say it, or I will punish you. You‟ll lose your freedom, and you'll be looked down upon by not only your own race, but mine also. I can certainly guarantee you that you'll lose Robert. If you become my permanent slave I will admire your dedication, submission, and obedience, however, to everyone else, your position in life will be below that of a Negro whore."
"Please, May, I want to be your slave."
She continued to gaze into my eyes for several minutes. "Okay, this is what we'll do. I'll stay here for a week. For that week you'll be my slave. In the vicinity of your house, or if you have any visitors, we'll say I'm your nurse, helping you out after your „collapse‟. But when we're alone, and when we're outside of your neighborhood, you'll be my slave. At the end of the week, we'll reeva-luate were we stand."
"That sounds wonderful May."
"I'm sure it does now, but you may not feel that way at the end of the week. You‟ll be my slave, but I want you to serve me voluntarily, not because you feel that you have to. If you ever want to leave, just tell me and you may do so."
"Oh yes. I want to be your slave. Forever."
She kissed me. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.
Abruptly she was on her feet. She ripped the covers off of the bed. "Out of bed, you lazy slut," she shouted.
Suddenly, I was frightened. I rolled out of bed and stood before her, naked.
"What are you doing on your feet, you stupid cow? Don't you know that a slave's place is on her knees, before her Mistress?"
I started to stammer my apologies. She grabbed my face and squeezed. "Did I give you permission to speak? Slaves are to be looked at; they are not to be heard unless they are asked something."
I was humiliated, and my body showed that by turning beet red. At the same time I was starting to become aroused.
"Crawl to the bathroom and draw a bath for me. A nice hot bath."
I turned to crawl to the bathroom and she slapped my ass. "Get that ass in gear, girl, I don't have all day."
I just started the bath when I heard, "Disgusting! Get your ass back in here slut." I rushed back to where she stood. She had taken her shoes off.
"Look at what I stepped in." Her foot rested on my dirty panties from yesterday. "Well, what are you going to do about it?"
I started to lick her toes. Then the top of her foot. I picked her foot up and I started to suck each toe, then I cleaned the bottom.
She put her foot down, pointed at the panties and asked, "What are you going to do about those?"
I reached out for them and she slapped my face. "Are you totally stupid? Did I say you could use your hands?"
I shook my head no. I knelled before her, confused.
"Well slave, if you can't pick them up with your hands, what can you use instead?"
Suddenly the light went off in my head. I looked at her pleading no.
"Oh yes. Use your mouth. And since they're so dirty you'll need to clean them, so I want them in your mouth and I want you to suck every ounce of filth out of them."
I worked them into my mouth. My juices had dried and the panties were very stiff. At first, I could not taste anything, and then as the foul fabric absorbed my spit, I started to taste myself.
"Undress me." I reached up and pulled off her sweater. Once again her breasts were revealed to me. My hands were drawn to them as though they were magnets. "Don't even think of it. You are to do what you are told, nothing else. You are not to touch me or yourself without permission. You will talk, eat, piss, shit, and cum only when I give you permission."
I folded her sweater and put it on the bed. I turned, undid her belt, and started to unzip her pants. "In the future, if your mouth is empty, you will use it instead of your hands." For some reason that excited me. I pulled her pants and panties off, and she stood before me. I could not believe that I was this breathtaking woman's slave.
"Turn around." She picked up one of my stockings, put the center of it between my teeth, and then tied it behind my head. She sat on my back.
She slapped me hard on the ass. "Giddap!" Using the ends of the stocking as reins, she directed me around the apartment. As she rode, she ground her crotch on my back, leaving it slick with the secretions from her pussy. Finally she directed me to the bathroom.
The tub was full. She turned off the taps, dismounted, and sat on the toilet. While she peed she leaned forward and untied the stocking. "Spit out your panties in the corner there."
I spat the now soaked and tasteless panties into the corner.
"Taste good?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered honestly.
She finished peeing and slid forward on the seat. "Clean me."
Again, I pleaded for mercy with my eyes. "Oh yes, you will clean me after I pee, and you had bet-ter get used to it, because soon you will not only drink my piss, but you will clean me after I shit."
Clean her after she shits? I thought. She must me joking. I licked the bitter drops of urine off of her nether lips.
"Very good slave." She stood up, moved to the tub, and eased herself into the water. "Wash me." I took a wash cloth, soaped it, and bathed her. After I was through cleaning her, she commanded to clean up the house while she soaked, and that I was to wake her in twenty minutes.