Vicki

When the morning arrived, she hurried out to work, and met briefly with her prospects, to find out that she was right in her fears. They turned her down, and her business was doomed. Well, at least she was prepared for it. In fact, she was rather relieved, since she realized that she just wasn't boss material. A damn good thing that she didn't have to cut any more staff, she thought. They had all been compelled to leave her and take other jobs, anyway, when she couldn't offer them the right benefit packages or salaries. 

That was it, she told herself. She had to get a job, and soon. She also to talk to Dan. Somehow, his lust for her made him reassuring to her. He wasn't a con-artist- he was a man, after her body, but evidently out to control her as well. For what purpose, she wondered, as she, trembling, picked up the telephone. 

Dan answered in his calm voice, saying, "Hello, this is Dan. May I ask who's calling?" 

"It's me, Vicki, from the bar." 

"Well, I'm glad that you called. I don't normally just suggest bondage like that, to a total stranger no less. I just knew that you would need it- you're a lovely woman, who happens to need a firm hand. I can be that for you." 

Vicki smiled in spite of herself. She sensed that this was a life-changing event, a catharsis, and she was headed in the right direction. She wanted to belong to something all of her life, and she hoped to belong to Dan. 

"Well, Dan, last night you spoke of being willing to follow and obey a man, presumably yourself, even to the point of defying social conventions. So, exactly what did you mean by that? It sounds exciting, ya know, breaking free of the rules and loosening up." 

"I'll explain to you when you arrive. Be at my place, at exactly 10 am Sunday morning. Do not be late- I can't stand tardiness." 

"What is your address?" 

"340 Topeka Drive. It's the green, 2-story house with the white Doric columns and the large lawn." 

"You mean, a Georgian-style plantation house?" 

"Exactly." 

"That address is outside of the city limits, in the suburbs." 

"I know, but I think that you can find it." 

"Yes, you're right, I can. I'm sure that will be fine, since my son is with his Dad on the weekends." 

"Very well, but come wearing a sundress, with no panties." 

"No panties?" 

"No panties, do you hear me?" 

"Yes, Dan. I will do as you instruct. After all, I am about to submit to you, so I might as well as get some practice." 

"Spoken like a true slave, already. You sound like my type. You'll still have to be checked for STDs, and such, so go get tested tomorrow, and bring your results to me Sunday. I wil reimburse you for the medical cost, whether you pass or not." 

"Anything else, Dan?" 

"Just be on time, with your results, and ring my doorbell. Don't knock. Turn around when you've rung the bell, and wait for me to open the door, but stay put until I direct you otherwise." 

"Very well, Dan. I will do as you wish." 

"good girl, which means a reward if you prove suitable." 

They said good night to each other, and then she cleared her schedule for the doctor visit the next day, calling to make an appointment since it was still early in the evening, and the staff was still working at the office. 

She had herself tested, and 2 days later, Saturday, she got her results in the mail. She had been cleared of all STDs, as well as HIV, so she was medically fit to be Dan's new slave. He seemed rather methodical about this, which was surprising since he seemed to be the promiscuous type. 

Oh, well, she thought, he probably wants to decide between long-term bondage and casual sex with a condom. The sort of man who would test her was the sort who would use protection, she assumed. 

Results in her hand, and her heart beating faster in her breast than it had since her prom, Vicki rang the doorbell to Dan's house, and sure enough, Dan himself answered it. 

She heard his voice whistling as he seized the results from her right hand. He looked at it for a second, and then he approached her from behind, blindfolding her, and instructing her to follow him inside. 

He led her to a long dinner table, just like those used for formal dinners, and sat her down at the back end, as he took his place at the head. 

"Alright, Vicki, you may remove the blindfold." 

She did, and saw the incredibly majestic dining hall, with the ornate furniture, and realized that she was in fact seated across a long table from an obviously prosperous man. He sat on the other end, smiling at her, as he read out the results of her test. 

"So, you have a clean bill of health. Good for you, as well as for me, since it means that I can fuck you without a condom, and that makes you wife material." 

"Wife?" 

"Yes. My first slave will get to be my wife. That's you." 

"You mean that you'll marry me?" 

"Exactly. I'll marry you, but you must accept that I will have other slaves." 

"Yes, of course! I mean, if this is what you meant by defying social norms, I love it!" 

"So, you're interested in an open marriage?" 

"Right now, I'm interested in almost any kind of marriage, thank you very much! I'd even be okay with a lesbian marriage, if it meant a wedding, a ring, a few bridesmaids, and a honeymoon." 

"You really like marriage because it gives you a sense of belonging, don't you?" 

"Yes, I think that's it. I want to be part of something, and marriage is a dramatic something." 

"Very well, Vicki. What's your last name, oh, I see it on the results. Blois, like the French county." 

"Yes, I'm French, from Louisiana." 

"Creole?" 

"That's right." 

"Excellent! A Creole wife, to make sure that the meals are spicy and delicious!" 

"I hope that you love my cooking- I really try! I can do more than just Creole and Cajun food, you know? Practically anything, but I'm not as good as I was before that business wore me out." 

"You mean you're rusty? Well, time will take care of that, won't it?" 

"Yes, you're right, Mr. ? I just realized, I don't know my fiance's last name!" 

"Von Greiner. It's German." 

"Well, Daniel Von Greiner, I would be honored to be your wife." 

"Then, Victoria Blois, I will be glad to become your husband." 

"Oh, my God, I didn't expect a proposal of marriage right off the bat!" 

"Don't worry, I know what you're about, and I can tell that you'll be worthy of the position of my mate. Let's prove me right, and fuck each other right now. No servants around, until I get even better off, and can afford them as well as the house. It was an investment, but one that cost me alot of money that would have otherwise gone to new TVs and such. I only have only one TV, and a laptop, since I sold the others and one of my cars to help pay for this place."