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I Want To Be Your Slave

... was about to overflow. "If I set you free, you are then free to make the same offer, or not as you want. If you want to make the same offer, I would be free to accept it. My conscience would only allow me to accept such an offer from a free woman." I'm not sure how much of that sank in, but she responded, "If that's what makes you happy, I'm happy.". "The important thing is what make you happy." was my response. "I have sent for my lawyer, tomorrow he will draw up the papers to set you free. You can think it over for a day and then you can make a decision. In the meantime, I would be glad if you would be my guest." She looked a little happier, I could see she was trying to assimilate this development. I summoned the Louisa and Hanna, the ladies maids, and charged them with bathing and dressing Maria. I gave some hearty thanks that bathing was back in fashion in my current day. ** Chapter 2, dinner with a slave. ** In the early evening Maria reemerged, wow! She scrubbed up really well, and the maids had found some fashionable clothes of the former lady of the house. 1800's fashion wasn't what I was expecting, at this point I'd usually have a peek at Wikipedia to find out what to expect, did I mention I really miss the internet. In my mind I was thinking 1700s, farthingales and high bodices, 1800s the Victorians covered up in voluminous dowdy dresses. I'm a guy I don't know much about the history of fashion, I forgot most of what I saw at the fashion museum when I visited ...

... (but I do remember the farthingales). What escaped my notice was a brief period around 1800, which seems to be called "Empire" style. It emphasises bosoms and curves, and uses quite diaphanous fabrics. Maria had some very nice curves, I like that in a woman, and the dress showed them off to perfection. Maria had a quite magnificent bosom the dress seemed quite stressed at its attempts to contain them. I think she may have been a big bigger on both top and bottom than the former lady of the house, this made her dress especially appealing. Did I mention she ticked all my boxes for body type fetish. Dark skin, perfect and lots of it on display. Curves, a chunky body suggesting compliance as you pressed against it. Boobs! my they were perfect, and very artfully displayed. I was at a loss for words. My silence obviously worried Maria, "Master Stephen, do you not like me?" "No my dear, quite the opposite, I was not expecting the very vision of Aphrodite, just arisen from the foam that I see." As I said, any education was not wasted on slaves in this day, let alone a classical eduction. My allusion passed over Maria, she had her puzzled look. I cast around for a word in her argot, "Lekker!, very, very Lekker." She smiled shyly. She curtsied elegantly and cavorted and twirled to show off the dress. "Louisa worked wonders with this dress, I love it. Thank you Master Stephen, you are the best owner a girl could hope for." I was uncomfortable, calling me her owner gave me a twinge in my ...