Not mine, but I wanted to share.
The Change
by flash gordon
The phone rang three times. In a mixture of fear and anticipation the white couple stopped cleaning to listen. The phone rang three times again. Hurriedly, the couple finished what they were doing and scurried to the bedroom to prepare for the arrival of their guest.
Tamela Barnes (Mistress Tamela, as this narrator must call her) drove her late model Mercury Cougar with a trailer in tow down White Birch Lane to her new property. Oddly she had never seen it. She had received it during the lottery. The address was 4593, far enough out to be a nice neighborhood. A street sign placed her in the 700 block, quite a ways to go.
While driving, Mistress Tamela reminisced as to the reason for such a favorable position in the lottery. Being a recent business management graduate from a prominent black university helped. Then there was the fact that she was 23 and had a 5'-6" attractive black muscular frame. This was laughable; she mused, since the only way a white could be a part of the lottery was as property. Probably the biggest reason for such a favorable spot was that she was a member of the tri-delta sorority. The sorority was unique because the charter denounced affirmative action and espoused white subjugation. It's bylaws also required members to attend a white studies course to examine the inferiority of whites and their society. This sorority and other groups like it had been instrumental in the change. It was from these groups that the new society would be provided with competent leadership.
Gradually the neighborhood began to change. The houses were of moderate size set on spacious lawns. Suitable for an up and coming executive, she thought, certainly not the slave pens they were currently. Arriving at the 4500 block, she quickly found 4593. It was a modern split-level flagstone with some Frank Lloyd Wright influence. She then parked in the drive behind a red Mercedes.
Stepping from the car it was now time to inspect her property. The first order of business was to ensure that the car belonged to her. Looking inside she found the keys and the transferred title; all seemed to be in order. The lawn seemed immaculate even though it hadn't been mowed in 2 weeks. In back, the first sight was a beautiful rock garden and fountain in need of weeding. Farther back was a greenhouse full of exotic flora. Thank goodness the watering system had been automatic. "Do I own a botanist" Mistress Tamela pondered "if not I am sure that the slaves can be trained". Vowing that yard work was in short order, she then entered the house. It was now time to inspect the interior.
Just inside the foyer Mistress Tamela picked up the folder that would assist in her inspection. Entitled "Spoils of Enslavement"; it was an attractive brown folder with a hieroglyphic depicting a white couple in silhouette kneeling offering a basket to a powerful looking black couple. Within it's cover was a list of all the items in the house at the time of the change. Organized by room, each section listed the items to be found in that room as well as their condition. To the right of each item were 4 boxes to assist the new owner to determine their disposition: keep in place, relocate, store, and destroy. At the bottom of each page was a space that allowed the owner to note things such as cleanliness, damaged or missing items, offensive items, etc.… The document not only helped the new owner to familiarize themselves with their new property, but also ensured that the slaves had not sought to deny them anything.
Mistress Tamela began her inspection in earnest. Immediately a portrait of her slaves in their former lives confronted her. Quickly checking destroy, she moved on. Continuing the "tour" she found the house to be generally furnished to her liking, however, she did find faults with the cleanliness. In the kitchen she unlocked the refrigerator and took stock of the contents. Mistress Tamela then checked the small refrigerator that had been left for the slaves to ensure they had been eating. It tickled her that the food within had been laced with a mild narcotic and aphrodisiac to facilitate their acceptance of the new society. The inspection ended in what would be called the Mistress bedroom. Here she found a male and female slave standing naked with hands on head facing opposite corners.
It was now time to inspect the unique bonds that had been placed on the slaves. Mistress Tamela was very familiar with the system. In fact she had proposed a crude version at a tri-delta white studies session. Basically, it was similar to collars used to keep dogs within an area through the use of an invisible fence. In fact such a fence existed 6" around the exterior of the house as well as on the perimeter of the property. This system was different in that not only was there a collar around the slave's neck but, also around their thighs and wrists. Should a slave attempt to touch himself or herself between the neck and thigh they would experience the same intense pain as walking into the invisible fence. The result was the same if two slaves tried to touch each other. Also the device could be activated remotely. Obviously the system severely limited a slaves ability to masturbate but, did not prevent humping objects. Originally many had argued for the use of standard chastity devices. It was finally determined that allowing slaves relief in this way simply reinforced the self-image of being an animal. The system would also prove to have many other benefits. For instance, bathing was possible without the devices removal by using a brush provided the slave. This may sound like a way to sexual relief; however, the brush was only a stick with brillo pads attached to each end. Mistress Tamela laughed when she thought about other slaves, now ensnared in the devices, these slaves had sold the devices believing they were pet supplies. Finishing her inspection she was pleased to find no tampering.
Now it was finally time for Mistress Tamela to introduce herself to the slaves. Suddenly she firmly, but not unkindly, ordered "female, turn around keeping your hands on your head". The slave nervously complied. "Follow" came the next command. Remembering the couples initial capture the slave did as told. Upon entering the spacious kitchen, Mistress Tamela pointed to a spot saying "stand here and spread your legs until you feel your pussy lips begin to separate". The female soon found herself in position with her legs spread about 2 ½' apart. The next command was " adjust yourself so that you are comfortable". Mistress Tamela stood directly in front of the slave and stared at fearful eyes. "Eyes down" came the command. She then retrieved a paint stick from the counter. What happened next confused the slave. Mistress Tamela knelt down, making sure to "accidentally" brush a nipple and some pubic hair, then proceeded to trace the slave's feet. She then stood up ordering "stay" while leaving the room. Upon entering the bedroom the procedure was repeated: "male turn around, keep your hands on your head, follow". In the kitchen Mistress Tamela pointed to a spot about 3' to the left of the female, "stand here and spread your legs until your testicles swing freely". The male now found his feet spread about 2' apart. Once again she ordered "adjust yourself so that you are comfortable". Mistress Tamela then traced the male's feet, making sure that her head gently rubbed the male's penis. She then stood to regard the 2 slaves.
The Change
by flash gordon
The phone rang three times. In a mixture of fear and anticipation the white couple stopped cleaning to listen. The phone rang three times again. Hurriedly, the couple finished what they were doing and scurried to the bedroom to prepare for the arrival of their guest.
Tamela Barnes (Mistress Tamela, as this narrator must call her) drove her late model Mercury Cougar with a trailer in tow down White Birch Lane to her new property. Oddly she had never seen it. She had received it during the lottery. The address was 4593, far enough out to be a nice neighborhood. A street sign placed her in the 700 block, quite a ways to go.
While driving, Mistress Tamela reminisced as to the reason for such a favorable position in the lottery. Being a recent business management graduate from a prominent black university helped. Then there was the fact that she was 23 and had a 5'-6" attractive black muscular frame. This was laughable; she mused, since the only way a white could be a part of the lottery was as property. Probably the biggest reason for such a favorable spot was that she was a member of the tri-delta sorority. The sorority was unique because the charter denounced affirmative action and espoused white subjugation. It's bylaws also required members to attend a white studies course to examine the inferiority of whites and their society. This sorority and other groups like it had been instrumental in the change. It was from these groups that the new society would be provided with competent leadership.
Gradually the neighborhood began to change. The houses were of moderate size set on spacious lawns. Suitable for an up and coming executive, she thought, certainly not the slave pens they were currently. Arriving at the 4500 block, she quickly found 4593. It was a modern split-level flagstone with some Frank Lloyd Wright influence. She then parked in the drive behind a red Mercedes.
Stepping from the car it was now time to inspect her property. The first order of business was to ensure that the car belonged to her. Looking inside she found the keys and the transferred title; all seemed to be in order. The lawn seemed immaculate even though it hadn't been mowed in 2 weeks. In back, the first sight was a beautiful rock garden and fountain in need of weeding. Farther back was a greenhouse full of exotic flora. Thank goodness the watering system had been automatic. "Do I own a botanist" Mistress Tamela pondered "if not I am sure that the slaves can be trained". Vowing that yard work was in short order, she then entered the house. It was now time to inspect the interior.
Just inside the foyer Mistress Tamela picked up the folder that would assist in her inspection. Entitled "Spoils of Enslavement"; it was an attractive brown folder with a hieroglyphic depicting a white couple in silhouette kneeling offering a basket to a powerful looking black couple. Within it's cover was a list of all the items in the house at the time of the change. Organized by room, each section listed the items to be found in that room as well as their condition. To the right of each item were 4 boxes to assist the new owner to determine their disposition: keep in place, relocate, store, and destroy. At the bottom of each page was a space that allowed the owner to note things such as cleanliness, damaged or missing items, offensive items, etc.… The document not only helped the new owner to familiarize themselves with their new property, but also ensured that the slaves had not sought to deny them anything.
Mistress Tamela began her inspection in earnest. Immediately a portrait of her slaves in their former lives confronted her. Quickly checking destroy, she moved on. Continuing the "tour" she found the house to be generally furnished to her liking, however, she did find faults with the cleanliness. In the kitchen she unlocked the refrigerator and took stock of the contents. Mistress Tamela then checked the small refrigerator that had been left for the slaves to ensure they had been eating. It tickled her that the food within had been laced with a mild narcotic and aphrodisiac to facilitate their acceptance of the new society. The inspection ended in what would be called the Mistress bedroom. Here she found a male and female slave standing naked with hands on head facing opposite corners.
It was now time to inspect the unique bonds that had been placed on the slaves. Mistress Tamela was very familiar with the system. In fact she had proposed a crude version at a tri-delta white studies session. Basically, it was similar to collars used to keep dogs within an area through the use of an invisible fence. In fact such a fence existed 6" around the exterior of the house as well as on the perimeter of the property. This system was different in that not only was there a collar around the slave's neck but, also around their thighs and wrists. Should a slave attempt to touch himself or herself between the neck and thigh they would experience the same intense pain as walking into the invisible fence. The result was the same if two slaves tried to touch each other. Also the device could be activated remotely. Obviously the system severely limited a slaves ability to masturbate but, did not prevent humping objects. Originally many had argued for the use of standard chastity devices. It was finally determined that allowing slaves relief in this way simply reinforced the self-image of being an animal. The system would also prove to have many other benefits. For instance, bathing was possible without the devices removal by using a brush provided the slave. This may sound like a way to sexual relief; however, the brush was only a stick with brillo pads attached to each end. Mistress Tamela laughed when she thought about other slaves, now ensnared in the devices, these slaves had sold the devices believing they were pet supplies. Finishing her inspection she was pleased to find no tampering.
Now it was finally time for Mistress Tamela to introduce herself to the slaves. Suddenly she firmly, but not unkindly, ordered "female, turn around keeping your hands on your head". The slave nervously complied. "Follow" came the next command. Remembering the couples initial capture the slave did as told. Upon entering the spacious kitchen, Mistress Tamela pointed to a spot saying "stand here and spread your legs until you feel your pussy lips begin to separate". The female soon found herself in position with her legs spread about 2 ½' apart. The next command was " adjust yourself so that you are comfortable". Mistress Tamela stood directly in front of the slave and stared at fearful eyes. "Eyes down" came the command. She then retrieved a paint stick from the counter. What happened next confused the slave. Mistress Tamela knelt down, making sure to "accidentally" brush a nipple and some pubic hair, then proceeded to trace the slave's feet. She then stood up ordering "stay" while leaving the room. Upon entering the bedroom the procedure was repeated: "male turn around, keep your hands on your head, follow". In the kitchen Mistress Tamela pointed to a spot about 3' to the left of the female, "stand here and spread your legs until your testicles swing freely". The male now found his feet spread about 2' apart. Once again she ordered "adjust yourself so that you are comfortable". Mistress Tamela then traced the male's feet, making sure that her head gently rubbed the male's penis. She then stood to regard the 2 slaves.