Slaves Story

A Slaves Story, The Beginning

The sun streams into the window, caressing her open robe.. as she looks 
beyond the glass to the quiet day.... finishing drying her hair.. with 
the towel.. she drops it .. turning she picks up a brush from the table 
nearby as she walks to the kitchen... brushing her hair.. she bends low 
and blows out the pilot lights.. and turns the gas on full..... turning 
and walking to the sink.. placing the brush on the counter..... she picks 
up the bottle and reads the label of the newly retrieved medication.... 
30 tabs...... getting herself a glass of water.. and takes the pills... 
putting the glass on the counter.. and the empty bottle of pills in the 
sink... walks to the entertainment center.. she turns on the radio.. as 
it comes to life the room is filled with soft music... she walks to the 
small chair.. and gets comfortable.... 
A tear runs down her face... as she thinks of what has happened to come 
to this..... it wasn't always this way..... she thinks back of how her 
life has gone.. remembering the love and beauty of her wedding... and 
how happy she was...... the pictures in her minds eye.. reminding her 
of special times... a tear runs down her face....... as the song changes 
on the radio.. so does the pictures.. seeing her son at play.. and 
remembering the first time she called his name.. in the operating room.. 
crying and covered in the juices of birth.... 
the song changes again.. and she sees her daughters.. playing in the 
sand box.. and the memory of the first time she saw them.. one at a 
time.. then the fun she had breast-feeding them.. for the first time....
a tear runs down her face..... 

Amongst the memories that flood her mind she hears a knocking.... then a 
pounding....... but she is tired and her limbs are heavy.. the music 
pleasant.. a tear runs down her face....... a sudden crash.. and her 
body jumps.. hearing a voice.. her eyes so heavy she struggles to open 
them.. the memories fade away.. as she becomes aware there is another.... some one with her... 
she is lifted.. and walks to the door but its not her legs walking that 
she can see... once outside.. she is thrown to the ground.. landing on 
her hands and knees..... her mouth is opened.. and out comes all the 
clear liquid.... and the tablets.. everything grows dark.. she last 
remembers falling and landing on the cool dirt.....
Her eyes open slowly.. finding herself in a warm bed covered with a 
large quilt... the sun streaming in the lightly covered windows..... 
realizing she needs to use the rest room.. she tries to get up.. and 
falls to the floor... her body week... does her best to crawl... getting 
the rest room.. and climbs to the pot.... noticing she is already naked.... 
hears someone clear her throat... bends over not knowing who it is to 
cover herself... looks up finding her best friend in the doorway.........

Finally woken up have you? hurry and finish.. and I'll wait in the other 
room... 

She finishes what she is doing and musters enough energy to walk to the 
other room.. sitting on the bed in front of her best friend for longer 
than they would like to admit.... 

Here I brought you some tea.. see if you can drink it I have something 
to say.....

Takes the tea.. and sips.. recognizing the taste.. her favorite.. orange 
spice......

Girl.. you gave me a scare.. it seems you cant take care of yourself.. 
so I think I will from now on... do you understand what that means??

Looking at her best friend.. a look of question in her eyes.. i'm not 
sure.. but i don't care. you should have let .... a searing pain hits 
her cheek as she realizes she was just slapped mid sentence...... 

YOU Had Better Care!...... because I do.. now... have you finished your 
tea?

Takes another gulp.. yes.. 

Good.. put the cup and saucer down... and get on your knees.... I will 
care for you now.. that means I will do every thing.. for you.. do you 
understand.... 

Looks at her friend as she moves to her knees... thinking to say 
something.. then remembering her cheek.. feeling the heat... yes.. 

You will call me Mistress.. from now on..... 

But Marsha... looking at her friend... seeing the serious look .. 
knowing that look well... bows her head... 
yes .... Mistress.......

Good... now get up and go back into the bathroom..... you have things 
to do..... 

She stands.. and is quickly pushed back to her knees... daring not to 
raise her eyes..

You didn't ask to go or to move .. I said I will do every thing including
give you permission to leave to do my instructions.. understand?

Yes Mistress..... may i please go to the bathroom as you have instructed..
Mistress?

Hearing a change of tone in the words she hears next.. yes you may.. 

Rises.. and walks to the bathroom.. standing quietly waiting not knowing 
what she is to do.. what her Mistress.. wants her to do...... feeling 
the presence of her long time friend.. now her Mistress.. enter...

Get in the shower and bath clean.. there is a razor in there.. I want 
you to prepare to go out .. and be clean shaven... including this.... 
feels a hand cover her mound.... do you understand?

Yes Mistress..... may i please do as you have said.. Mistress... 

Good girl.. you'll learn fast.... yes you may... go now..... 

Yes Mistress...... 

This is the first day of the rest of a slaves life.. born to this life 
from death.... in the years to come she will learn how to love.. and 
how to hate... and the discipline of her Mistress..... but most 
important.. she will have a purpose to live.... because of her Mistress...... 

This story is fiction or fact... that is for you to decide......

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