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I Want To Be Your Slave

... conscience, and her movements were giving me a twinge in my trousers. At least I had trousers, they were a new invention it seemed. "We should dine." My attempt to deflect the developing situation. We sat together for our meal, I'd ordered a relatively simple meal for her last night of slavery, roast mutton. We talked. We didn't have much in common, but she was bright and she was eager to here about my adventures. I talked of what I knew from the 20th century, not really knowing much about the current version of me. I couched it in terms which I hoped sounded not too anachronistic. She was thrilled to hear of my travels in Europe and the Americas. She articulated well the lot the slave. I could tell she was bright, it seemed such a shame that she never got an education. But then, in that day even a free woman was not going to get much in the way of an education, this world was screwed up in many ways. After dinner I showed her the library. She was fascinated by the idea of knowledge in books, just out of her reach. I found a tome on classical mythology and found the plate of Aphrodite rising from the waves. I explained what I had said earlier. She was fascinated. I pointed out a few words in the book and she made a good job of puzzling out a few bits. It was getting late I summoned the maids to escort her to bed, as she was leaving she asked if she might borrow the book and she took it with her. ** Chapter 3, freedom. ** Early the next morning my lawyer arrived. We discussed ...

... my plans and he said he'd draw up the papers. I asked him for a rush job for Maria's papers, he said he'd get to it. A little while later Maria emerged, she was dressed more modestly than last night. She was carrying two books, she looked at the tome on classical myths and said "That Zeus was one geil bastaard". Followed by flourishing the other book, "Look I found the most marvelous book, 'A Dictionary', its telling me what the words mean." Maria was indeed a bright girl, last night she couldn't read, today she was critisising the king of the gods. I asked "Might I see that book?", Maria passed it to me. It was a copy of Samuel Johnson's classic dictionary, 1768 third edition. OK, I thought, they've invented the dictionary already. That'd be another thing I'd just look up on Wikipedia, when was the first dictionary. The only reference I could think of was the episode of “Black Adder the Third" where the dictionary put in an appearance. So it must be Regency if they weren't playing fast and lose with the truth, which they were known to. I flipped a to a page headed "BLO BLU" no entry for "Bloomers", I chuckled a little. Maria looked at me quizzically. "I saw a comedic play, it had Samuel Johnson complaining that the Prince Regent had marked rude words in his dictionary, including "Bloomers". There is no entry for "Bloomers". Maria looked puzzled at that. “What are bloomers?” Don’t tell me bloomers didn’t exist at this time, “They’re, they’re an article of lady’s underwear, …, ...