I Want To Be Your Slave - Sex Stories

I Want To Be Your Slave

** Chapter 1, the offer. ** Chapter 2, dinner with a slave. ** Chapter 3, freedom. ** Chapter 4, theory lesson, the thermodynamics of power. ** Chapter 5, practical lesson. (The sex starts here). ** Chapter 6, oral exam. ** Chapter 7, skills of a farm slave. ** Chapter 8, a morning swim. ** Chapter 9, teatime discussion. ** Chapter 10, vanilla, its not just a spice. ** Chapter 11, aftermath. ** Epilogue ** Chapter 1, the offer. ** "I want to be your slave." was Maria's answer, she further ventured; "my kut burns with desire, it yearns for your eikel to invade. I want to be YOUR slave." With extra emphasis on the "your". She looked at me, waiting for an answer, pleading. I think I got the message. Now what was I supposed to do. She really was my slave already, but my twentieth century conscience wouldn't let me act on that. I'd better back up a bit here, though I really don't know how I ended up in this situation. I'm a pretty normal twentieth century guy, the idea of slavery is pretty abhorrent. Then I found myself in 1806, and a slave owner. How, why that happened is another story, that I'm not privy to. What I tried to do about this is also another story, I tried to set the slaves free, that's not really as simple as it sounds. I wrote that story as a mainstream book, I glossed over a few details like this little scene. As part of the process of setting the slaves free, I interviewed them all. I wanted to know what they wanted so I could have some idea of how to extricate ...

... myself from this mess. Just setting them free into a land where the blacks were slaves, had no prospects for a job, etc, etc, was not a good idea. So I tried a little paternalism, I'd do what was good for them, even if they didn't know it. But I tried to consult with them, it was their future after-all. So I talked to them all, one by one, just me and them. After several days, I got to Maria. She was shown in, I motioned her to sit, and I gave her the speech I'd been practicing on the others. "First, I want you to know that nothing you say here can get you into any sort of trouble provided its the truth. I want you to speak freely about your thoughts and feelings. As you've heard, I've given you all some options. Now I want to know what you want." Well, Maria told me, and it wasn't something I wasn't prepared for. I'd known blacks before, back in college my girlfriend was black. That left me with a life long appreciation for dark skin. Put simply, black girls turned me on. The same girlfriend coloured my attitude to slavery. When I was young I knew my ancestors kept slaves in the colonies, that's what you did in those days. My girlfriend seemed to think I was rather to proud of that fact, that caused some ructions, which I will gloss over. Then there was the concept of a "slave" in the BDSM universe. I'd enjoyed a little light S&M with some of my relationships, but most had been too vanilla to enjoy that sort of thing. So, after it was invented, I turned to the internet to ...