"Ohhh, God, yes," whispered the frustrate Victoria. "Oh, do be quiet."
"Can you orgasm quietly, without squirming or making a noise?" asked Stacy in Victoria's ear.
"I… I… think so… yes, I can."
Sondra took her first, then Stacy. It was near pantomime in effect. The eating had to be done softly, quietly and efficiently. Victoria had the hard job. It was unnatural to come in silence. Yet, somehow, she got the job done by clenching her teeth and making tight fists of her hands. Her only offering was the unavoidable emission of her sex cream at the moment of victory. It had been, once again, the age-old love story among girls who would do anything for each other. It was one of the world's most mysterious and hauntingly beautiful philosophies. Females were ultimately unique.'
Victoria Palmer motioned the two girls to put their ears close to her face. She whispered very softly.
"This is the second time today you've shown your love for me. I never knew two girls like you. I want to tell you something which I've only said once before… to my husband… I love you,
Sondra… I love you, Stacy. Also… I'm going to take you to the slave sale this Saturday, for being so damn nice to me today."
"We love you very much too," whispered Stacy.
"Have a nice night… darling."
It was indeed a presumption and a transgression for a servant to call her mistress by a word of en- dearment. Perhaps Stacy had gone too far in the emotion of the minute.
"I… like you to call me… that," said Victoria.
"I like it very much… and since I declared my love for you… you may use it… but be careful
… not around John… or anyone else."
Stacy and Sondra both kissed Victoria lightly on the mouth. "Good night, darling," they both said.
"Good night, darlings," said Victoria. "And… thank you."
The words had come sincerely from a mistress to her domestic help. It was as rare as a comet in the sky or a sun eclipse. Most domestics would never hear such words in their lifetime.
Slavery had existed since the beginning of time.
It was something that the world had always known, and always wanted. Humans of both sexes had been slaves, but, for the most part, it was the female who served in staggering numbers in every corner of the planet and in every age. Perhaps it was because male captives rebelled, and even died, in their fight against the chain. Females, however, were found to be receptive to captivity and thus created fewer problems for their owners. A male had constantly to be watched and guarded against escape and rebellion, for it did not suit his being.
Females fought capture too, with their limited capabilities, but once roped or chained became at once adaptable to their fate without much further rebellion. Unlike males, the female adjusted nicely to the rope and chain, and was quickly trainable.
Within a short period of time, a female slave could easily be left unfettered and unguarded without fear of escape. It was, in truth, as if they relished captivity once shown its virtues. Males hated cap- tivity, while females not only accepted it but seemed to thrive upon it. Punishment, too, did not suit the male species, but the female accepted it without question.
It was so in the court of the Roman emperor
Vitatus in 56 B.C. when Cyros of Athens and his wife Lelia were sentenced to double whippings for treachery. Upon application of the first, and during a move to another post, Cyros made a break for freedom and had to be speared by a guard. Lelia simply went to her assigned place, raised her hands to the shackles, and took the second whipping without complaint. Indeed, Vitatus proclaimed that she should accept the lost second flogging of her slain husband. After a short respite, she walked again to the post with upraised wrists, and took a third lashing. History records many identical stories of fact.
Slavery, then, existed in full glory from early man to the late nineteenth century. A veritable eon of time. For some reason then, society decided to abolish the practice for well over a century. This was, however,.only a short, brief respite as com- pared with the countless centuries before. It was a respite which was ill fated, for it returned again in many places in many nations with the full sanction of society. It was so in most of the Southern states of this nation, where it was deemed advisable and helpful for each young lady to serve a brief stint as a slave. It was found to round out her womanhood and improve her natural charms and capabilities.
Few people objected. Most of all, the females who had served.
Victoria chose to wear a lovely yellow summer dress to visit the slave sale at the county seat, and granted Stacy and Sondra the privilege of also wearing dresses rather than their maid's costumes.
It was a special day of fun for the females of Briar- gate, and the two servants weren't bound together as usual. Indeed, Victoria had suggested that they go as three girls rather than mistress and maids, an exception which produced excitement for all three. Thus the three were happy larks as the car
wound its way through the bottomlands of the
Bigbee River. Girl games were sure to be played before the day was over.
"Wanta exchange panties, Sondra?" asked
Stacy near Brownville.
"Sure, honey. Sounds like fun," said Sondra.
"I'd like to play too," said Victoria.
"Gosh, darling. You're our mistressl" said
Stacy.
"Well, not really for today, Stacy darling. We're just three gals today."
"Super!" said Sondra.
Victoria pulled into a roadside spot, and the three went into the woods. Skirts went up, white and pink intimates flashed and changed hands, and found new bottoms to cover.
"Sondra, your pants are wet. Shame on you," laughed Victoria.
"Sorry, darling. I've just been thinking a lot about what we're gonna see."
"That's o.k., honey. Feels rather sexy on me."
It was a rather meaningless little diversion, but who can rationalize girl games? They thought it was cute, and that was really all that mattered.
Stacy had thought considerably about slavery during most of her teen years. There had been a modicum of concern and objection from some quar- ters when slavery was re-initiated a decade ago, but a national ballot had given the states authority to either introduce it or reject it as they saw fit.
Twenty-three states initiated some form of slavery provisions, all varying in format and requirements.
No two states were exactly alike. Other states took a wait-and-see approach, and several of them added the provision over the years.
The initial objections from certain groups and legislative bodies were easily overcome. After all, most states required only a very short term of slavery service and, in addition, a young lady could choose her own time. Thus, it was not like the olden days when persons were cast into lifelong slavery against their will. Surprisingly, it was the women's groups who had manifested approval of the legisla- tion, and therefore the objectors had little ground to stand on. If females themselves approved of their own slavery, who could possibly object? In addition, it was a matter of equality of service. The equal rights legislations of the 1970s had brought military service drafts to both male and female.
This travesty failed in short order, for the military life and the loss of several thousand young women during the short conflict in the Near East raised a hue and cry of protest. Young ladies should not be killed as soldiers. Thus, military service for women was eliminated but social doctrine and equality called for service of some type. Short-term slavery was suggested, and approved.
In Stacy's home state in the north, slavery was not as yet adopted, but naturally the application of it in other states was most familiar to everyone. It would only be a matter of time before it was national. Even in Stacy's home state, however, provision was made for voluntary slavery. If a young lady wished to go into slavery she could.