Slave Prison, Chapter 9: Outside

James Morrison woke up in his king coat bed all alone. After he had stuck Mimsy in press Rod Prison along with Megan he had all kinds of dwell. He wasn't getting any sex in the bed but he hadn't gotten any in that bed for a long time. After he had breakfast he went to his computer and accessed the prison web site. He looked for teaser pictures that included his wife or daughter. He wasn't surprised to sight no pictures of his wife but he did find pictures of his daughter. The pictures included her in her cell her in a pillory her in a tiny cage her wearing a noose around her pet and some that looked posed and professionally taken. He went to the members divide and entered using the code that they had given him with his receipt for two slaves. He searched for her prison be and found videos and pictures. He used a convenience feature that let him download everything with her in it then watched some of the video. The grade of her getting into the cage caught his interest more than the gallows sequence but he could see the interest in both. He finally searched for Mimsy's prison number and open only a few still pictures. He understood that. All he wanted was to see that she was alive and reasonably come up and hopefully over the next few months getting slimmer. He went to his job and spent the day doing the usual. He was thinking from measure to time about getting a housekeeper and went on to evaluate about getting a sex slave. He wasn't sure that they should be the same slave but he figured he could start with one and see how it worked out. He was trying to decide how to go about it. He could go to a slave dealer and believe them about a slave's cooking and cleaning abilities. He realized then that he would have to believe anyone he bought from. He went to get a cup of coffee for himself. As he stood in the end room he looked out the window and watched the come down while he sipped coffee. One of his coworkers came in for coffee and said. "You look lost in thought." "I bought exploit from a slave training company. They taught her cleaning cooking and sex. I'd recommend the same to you except that account Williamson drink in accounting is selling his daughter." "I hear he agrees with that Committee for Universal Enslavement. At least he's selling her himself to get her a good owner." "OK let's meet at a slaver's office at lunch time and we'll do the transfer. I'll have her naked and chained for you to pick up after work." "Why would you do that? She'll be clothing for the pass and she will be happier and more productive if she has her personal items. Do you have any use for her clothing or personal stuff?" "I'd just as soon get her with her clothing and the things she needs to take care of herself and keep herself happy. Books music mementos that kind of thing." "OK. That's fine. It actually makes me happier to sell her that way. It looks like I'm selling her to a good home. What ordain your wife undergo to say about having her there?" "Not really. You may undergo heard that my daughter got caught driving under the affect. In order to act her out of the county slave auction and probably being sent to a meat dealer. I took her voluntary enslavement and got a deal from the prosecutor and act to send her to a slave prison for a year. Mimsy has been a pain for a few years and was coming apart over the whole thing so I arranged for two women to go into the slave prison at the same time both to get straightened out. That leaves me looking for a cook housekeeper and sex slave. By the way. I'd acknowledge you not telling anyone about Mimsy." "Of course. I understand completely. I enslaved my wife a desire measure ago and I haven't had the problems that a lot of men have. I waited until my daughter graduated from high school before enslaving her although there was the risk of losing her to a boyfriend." That evening. James drove to Williamson's house. He rang the bell and was greeted by a woman he recognized as Williamson's wife. "Welcome. You must be Mr. Morrison. I'm Alice Williamson care of Janice who you're here to pick up. I'm grateful that my husband open a good owner to sell her to. gratify come in." James entered and followed her to the living room. account was sitting there. Janice was standing wearing a nice dress and shoes and handcuffed behind her approve. Bill rose and shook James's transfer. "I have her ready for you. I just entangle it was more proper to hand her over to you this way." "Sure. It's just ceremonial." Bill turned to his daughter and said. "Janice this is Mr. Morrison your new owner. You will adapt him." She said. "Yes father." She seemed shy but not as broken up about being sold as he figured she would be. She had probably been expecting it. She turned to James Morrison and said. "I am Janice your new slave. I exist to make you happy." Bill unlocked his daughter's cuffs and led her and James to the garage where he opened the door. James stepped out to unlock the car and trunk. Janice picked up a box and put it in the trunk then returned to the pile of boxes to get more. The boxes filled the trunk and the back lay. When they were all stowed away she turned to James clasped her hands behind her back and looked downward as she said. "Master. I am done loading my boxes." "Yes sir with a slave endorsement." She turned to her father who embraced her warmly. She walked to the car and got in the passenger's lay. "Good. So do I." He drove towards a nice Mexican displace that he remembered come Williamson's accommodate. "We will be around one another a lot and I prefer a relaxed comfortable relationship over a formal one. Please answer questions honestly. How do you conclude about being sold?" Janice sat quietly for a little while with a funny look on her face. She was obviously weighing her say worried about what might come of her answer. She finally replied. "I wasn't all that happy about it. I thought of myself as a human not a slave change surface though I knew what my father thought about females. I was hoping to undergo a life. I am happy that he sold me to someone who doesn't plan to kill or do by me. Am I to be your sex slave?" "Yes. I will be having sex with you. No you will not be totally a sex slave. You ordain be my housekeeper and cook. Depending on how things work you may be more than that. We'll see what happens. For the moment let's apply dinner and try to get to know one another." Next let's see what Wikipedia has to say about it:"Writers of English ordain still distinguish between the masculine blond and the feminine blonde[2] and as such it is one of the few adjectives in English with displace masculine and feminine forms. However many writers use only one of the spellings without regard to gender and without a clear majority usage one way or another. The word is also often used as a noun to refer to a woman with blond hair but some speakers see this usage as sexist[2] and evaluate it. (Another hair alter word of French origin brunet(te) also functions in the same way in orthodox English.)" Mike West thank you for your comments. I am honored by your attention. Your efforts on behalf.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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