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Subject: THEMENITE "Stories by DIEDRE" "Slave" www.nastystories.com
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Story: Slave
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                             Slave
                          by deirdre

   I needed to ask Cindy a favor.  Cindy is my next door neighbor
and I knew I could catch her as soon as she got home from work.  I
went over soon after I heard her car door.

   She invited me in when I rang and I stepped into her front hall. 
Another woman was there with her.  She was a little shorter than
Cindy and I, with dark hair and a slight build, almost waif-like. 
She didn't say anything, but just stood there.  She didn't look up
at my face either.  I hesitated to ask Cindy for a favor with the
other woman who I didn't know just standing there and after a short
awkward silence Cindy asked me what was up.  I couldn't understand
why she didn't introduce us.

   I was in a quandary.  I decided I had to break the ice and I
looked at the woman intending to introduce myself, but she wasn't
looking at me and something kept me from talking to her.

   "Who's your friend?"  I finally managed to ask Cindy.

   "She's not my friend," said Cindy, "she's a slave."  I almost
choked.  And I think I giggled a little.  It wasn't like Cindy to
joke like that.  The woman still wasn't looking at me.  She *was*
sort of acting submissive.  Had they planned this joke?  Suddenly
I felt confused.

   "A slave!?  Come on, Cindy!" I managed to say.

   "She most certainly *is*," replied Cindy.

   "Cindy!  This isn't funny!"  I took a breath, "who are you?" I
asked the woman.

   The woman didn't say a thing and didn't look at me either.  "She
won't talk to you," said Cindy.

   I took another deep breath, "OK, play your joke... I'll see you
later."

   "You don't believe it?" said Cindy before I was out the door. 
"Just watch."  She turned to the woman and spoke: "Go with Joann
and do what she tells you to."  Then she turned to me.  "She'll do
anything you want."

   "Cindy, I'm not interested in joking."

   "Anything."

   "Like what?"  I don't know why I stayed and talked to her--I
wasn't getting anywhere.  Such questions would only encourage her.

   "Anything you tell her.  You imagine it, you tell her to do it,
and she does it."

   "Cindy, I'm leaving.  I'll talk to you later."  I almost added
*when you are ready to stop joking* but I restrained myself.  I
walked out and the woman followed me.  I was tempted to shut my own
front door to trap her outside, but I couldn't bring myself to do
it so she followed me right into my own front hall.

   "This really is too much!"  I said.  I still was confused as to
why they were playing out this elaborate joke.  The woman didn't
say anything, but just waited in front of me.  I was again at a
loss for words.

   "So, what will you do for me?"  I finally said, to fill the
silence I guess.

   "Anything."  It was the first time I'd heard her voice and it
was little more than a hoarse whisper.  She *still* didn't look at
me.

   "You'll vacuum the house?"  I asked.  I didn't know how to get
her to end it.  She just stood there.  I went and got the vacuum
and gave it to her.  She looked a little hesitant, as if she were
trying to decide what she was supposed to do, and then plugged it
in and started vacuuming!  I stood there and watched.  She was very
careful and just working away!  It didn't seem like she was going
to stop the charade.

   Finally I approached her and told her to turn it off.  Charade
or not, I was getting uncomfortable.  Even if they were going to
laugh about me, I had to end it.  "You don't have to do this: go
home," I said.

   She looked visibly frightened... almost panicked.  But then she
seemed to get a hold of herself and started to leave.  But that
look of fright kept me from letting things go: "What's the matter?"
I asked.

   She visibly hesitated, then said "Nothing that matters."

   I still worried.  "Something bothered you."  Still nothing from
her.  "I *order* you to tell me what bothered you."  I could play
this game too.

   She *really* looked frightened now.  But she talked: "Mistress
Cindy told me to stay with you."

   "But I told you you may go."

   She stood there.

   "You're free to go, I said."

   "I'll stay," her voice was soft and wavery.  I was wondering
what was going on.

   "Why?"  I asked.

   "Mistress Cindy told me to stay with you," she repeated.

   "You always do what Mis..., what Cindy tells you to do?"

   "I'm her slave."

   "But if I tell you to go?"

   "I'll go," she replied.

   "But what about Mistress Cindy?"

   "She told me to do what you said."

   I was intrigued.  "So what was the problem?"

   "She also told me to stay with you."

   I finally understood.  It occurred to me that I was getting
drawn into this game.  If it was only a joke, I was falling hard. 
I couldn't believe I was playing along with it.  "So you would be
faced with contradictory orders."

   "Yes."  Her voice was so quiet.  She hadn't once looked up at my
eyes.

   "So she can't expect you to follow contradictory orders, so
there is no problem.  Right?"

   She hesitated.  "It doesn't matter," she finally said.

   "What's the problem?"  I said.  When she didn't answer
immediately, I said "Tell me!  Tell me what worried you!"

   She responded to the order: "I will be punished for disobeying."

   "But you *couldn't* follow both orders."  She didn't respond. 
"Right?" I added.

   "Yes."

   "So... so everything is all right..." I kind of forgot the aim
of this conversation: what was I trying to do?  Discover and settle
her fears.

   "Yes."  Her voice was still quiet.  And something in her voice
made me hesitate to consider the matter closed.

   "So you wouldn't be punished."  I couldn't believe I was talking
to this woman about *punishment*.  She hesitated.  "Would you?" I
added.

   "Yes."

   "Even if your orders are contradictory, you will be punished?"

   "Yes."  But that's not fair!  Fair!  This ridiculous joke/game
and I'm thinking of fairness.  But something made me play along.

   "OK, you can continue the vacuuming."  She turned and went
towards the vacuum.  "Then everything is all right, right?"  I
asked.

   "Yes." she answered.  Then she started the vacuum and continued
to work around the house.  I watched her for a minute and then
figured I might as well make the most of it.  I headed for the
kitchen and started supper.  Then the doorbell rang.  It was Cindy.

   "How are you doing with the slave?"

   "She's vacuuming the house."

   "Vacuuming?"  Cindy laughed out loud.  "Leave it to you to take
charge of a slave and have her vacuum your house."

   "Cindy, this is weird."

   "She'll do *anything* you want her to.  No one's there!  This is
your *opportunity*!"

   "To what?"

   "Well, make her do *something* to prove she's a slave!"  And she
was gone and I heard the vacuum turn off and they both came back.

   "Watch," said Cindy.  "Take off your blouse," she told the
woman.  The woman immediately started unbuttoning her blouse.  I
froze in shock, but only for a second.

   "What are you doing?"  I finally blurted.

   "Having her strip," said Cindy gleefully.  "And she'll..., well
you can take her and..."

   "Cindy!" I cut in.  "You'd better go!  And..., and *tell her* to
come with you."

   "Tell her?" asked Cindy.  She told the woman to put her blouse
back on.  "Won't she follow *your* orders?" Cindy asked me,
sounding suspicious.  The woman had that panicked look on her face
again for a second.

   "What happened, did she cause trouble?"  I knew from the look on
the woman's face that she was in trouble now.  I hesitated to
answer.

   "Oh, never mind," said Cindy, "she'll tell me all about it."  I
never knew Cindy could have such a dangerous air about her.  As
they left, I could only describe the woman as looking resigned.

   That night as I lay in bed, I couldn't get that woman out of my
mind.  She would have stripped naked right in front of us.  And who
knows what else she would have done for me.  And Cindy punishing
her.  How does she punish her?  And there I was in bed, getting
excited thinking about it all!