Fifteen minutes and thirty seconds later her door intercom buzzed.
Damn! It’s a forty-five-minute drive in light traffic, she thought. Dawg must have broken the speed limit and ran every red light on the way over.
Sometimes I scare myself.
“Yes?” she said into the intercom as though she hadn’t the slightest idea of who it could be.
A flood of cryin’, babblin’, and blubberin’ came over the intercom, the sounds of a man with his jones coming down, the sounds of a brotha havin’ a seizure.
She let him go on a while and finally buzzed him up.
She waited real good and long before she opened her front door.
When she did, she found Gaddys kneeling in the doorway, wearing his shorts and a T-shirt, and shoes with no socks (hadn’t even taken time to dress). He was totally out of it.
Selena sighed, like she was exasperated but too soft-hearted to make him suffer anymore.
All right, she thought. Time to switch from Ms. Epperson, mild-mannered potential sex slave, to Selena, Dominatrix of Steel.
She reached out, took him gently by the nose with her thumb and forefinger, and pulled him inside.
Part VIII
“Repeat after me, Billy,” Selena said. “We have been a very bad boy.”
“We have been a very bad boy,” William G. Gaddys, now “Billy,” repeated.
He was on his knees, naked but for a dog collar. His arms were bound behind his back with black leather. Selena had offered to use something more comfortable, say silk scarves, but Gaddys had insisted on ropes or leather.
He was almost completely housebroken. Just a little more work and she would get his mind right.
“We have been a liar and a hypocrite,” she said. “We have hurt and abused people, but above all, women.”
“We have been a liar and a hypocrite, we have hurt and abused people, but above all, women,” he repeated.
“We have been selfish. A taker and a user, and not a sharer,” she said. “But now we are going to learn better.”
He repeated what she said, and looked at her expectantly, hungrily.
Selena was wearing a white terry cloth robe and house slippers. She had considered going the whole leather bitch routine, but she was going to perform some delicate brain surgery here. Too much domination and he would be a useless drone, ready to be abused by anybody, and that wouldn’t do anybody any good.
She knew the masters’ dirty little secret: that inside each master was a slave!
And she knew an even greater secret: that no slave stays a slave but turns the table on the master at the first opportunity.
It therefore does no good to merely flip the script and make the master a slave, since, sooner or later, the script will be flipped again. The goal is to break up the whole master/ slave matrix.
Unless of course they are fully informed, voluntarily participating, consenting adults, in which case that’s their bidness!
“We are going to learn our lesson today, Billy,” Selena said. “We have been bad. We are going to learn and afterward we are going to be better and we are not going to do bad ever again. Now assume the position.”
Gaddys eagerly turned around and bent over, exposing his glistening, naked, muscular buttocks. Selena allowed herself a quick pinch and a couple of feels of the firm juicy rump roast, and then raised her hand to give him a good whack.
“No, no!” Gaddys said. “Rougher.”
Sometimes the patient knew best, Dr. Selena thought. She went into the bedroom and came out with a large wooden hairbrush.
“No no!” Gaddys said. “Rougher! Rougher! Really rough!’